When Peter walked into first period Thursday morning, his eyes immediately went to the classroom's far back corner. As always, Liz was already there. Judging by how immediately their eyes met, Peter figured she'd been looking for him, too.

He saw her blush and look down at her desk, avoiding his eye contact. For a moment, Peter thought about sitting down next to her just like he'd done Tuesday morning.

But there was something about how frazzled Liz seemed that led him to decide against that. So, rather than trying to initiate another classroom tryst with the crush of his Freshman and Sophomore years, Peter decided to just go and sit in the empty seat next to his best friend again.

It wasn't long after he sat down that Ned began pestering him with questions. It was, in fact, right when he sat down that his friend leaned him and began demanding details about the last few days with a hurried, hushed town. Questions like, "What happened with you and Liz on Tuesday? Where'd you even get the balls to sit next to her like that? Did you get her number? And, by the way, where were you yesterday?"

It took almost a minute for Ned to stop asking his questions and give Peter a chance to answer. Fortunately, he'd been anticipating this line of questioning. He'd even rehearsed his response.

"May needed my help with F.E.A.S.T., and since I'm such a straight-A student, she didn't think me missing a single day would matter much," Peter lied. "And nothing happened between me and Liz. I just figured this is my senior year and I'd better stop wasting time and tell her how much I like her already. It was one of those, you know, now-or-never kind of things, I guess."

"And?! What'd she say?" Ned pressed further.

Peter shrugged. "Nothing, really. She just kind of blushed and said she liked me, too. I gave her my number. Now I'm just waiting to see if she texts me or not," he finished, leaving out, well, all of the details of his and Liz's real "conversation" on Tuesday.

Ned, as innocent and unimaginative as ever, didn't suspect that a single world Peter had said was a lie.

"Dude! Hell yeah, brother!" He said, raising his hand for a high-five. Peter nonchalantly gave it to him, and out of the corner of his eye, he felt like he could feel Liz discreetly watching him from across the room. He wondered whether or not she'd be worried about that high-five. On the surface, it probably would look pretty incriminating to her.

"You've gotta tell me if she texts you, man. Right away," Ned demanded. Peter just nodded and said, "Of course." Then he decided to finally change the subject, asking, "So, how are things between you and Betty?"

Ned pressed his lips together and thought about it for a moment. "Good? I think? She seemed angry at me this morning, but you know how Betty is, she's always a little angry. My blond little Hulky-poo."

Peter did his best to hide the cringe that desperately wanted to show on his face and forced his body to settle for an eye roll instead. Ned, as usual, didn't notice.

"You know how girls are," he limply offered. Peter just nodded and patted his friend on the back. "I get it, buddy," he said. "At least she loves you."

"You think she does?" Ned asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Of course!" Peter replied. "She just has… a unique way of showing it. That's all."

Peter's words of comfort seemed to completely lift Ned's spirits, and that made Peter feel good. As much as Ned sometimes embarrassed him, he was still the best friend that Peter had ever had. He'd handled finding out about Peter's alter ego better than he could have ever imagined. He had never made Peter feel like a freak or a liar for keeping his super-hero adventures a secret, and Peter would never forget that.

Before the two could exchange any more words, the first period bell rang. Peter and Ned both straightened their backs and faced forward just as their teacher walked inside. "Alright, class! Attention forward, please," the middle-aged man shouted before kicking off the day's lesson.

Peter tried, he really did, to pay attention. At first, at least. But Liz's presence was too overpowering. He couldn't ignore it, and so it was only a minute into his teacher's lecture that Peter slyly turned his head in her direction.

She wasn't looking back at him, but her cheeks still had that rosy, burning red hue. She seemed to be purposefully avoiding looking Peter's way.

All that did was make Peter keep his eyes on her. He kept looking Liz's direction — waiting for her determination to slip and her eyes to meet his. It didn't take long. Within seconds, Liz's eyes briefly flitted over to look at Peter. When she realized he was already looking at her, she quickly looked away again.

But then, with slight hesitation, she slowly half-turned her head to look at him. When she did, Peter held her gaze in his. He raised his hand and just silently waved at her. He saw her gulp and raise her hand. She pressed it under her chin, as if using it for support, and then discreetly waved back at him.

Peter smiled. Liz blushed harder and forced herself to look away when their teacher began writing on the chalkboard at the front of class. A few moments after she did, Peter turned away, too.

As much as it killed him to do so, he kept his head facing forward for the rest of class. He wanted to deny Liz his attention for as long as he could — hoping that it would only fuel whatever desire she had to reconnect. Peter wanted that to happen, and soon. Just the thought of being alone with Liz again was enough to make his cock stir.

A few times, he felt his spider senses tingle, and assumed those were the moments when Liz had shifted her gaze toward him again. He fought the urge to reciprocate her attention, and when the first period bell rang to mark the end of class, Peter practically jumped out of his seat and fast-walked across the room.

He was the first person out the door.

As Peter moved quickly through the rapidly filling hallway, his eyes locked on a nearby door. It led to one of the school's janitor closets.

Peter discreetly approached the door, used his super-strength to break the lock on its knob, and then hit its jam with a quick shot of his webbing. He kept the door cracked open and peeked through it — waiting.

Seconds later, he saw Liz. She was walking through the hall, but she seemed distracted. She was biting her lip and her eyes were looking all around. She's looking for me, Peter realized.

She was wearing a white tank top that didn't hide her white bra straps, as well as a black skirt that hugged her waist before coming to a stop a few inches above her knees. Peter thought about how good it would feel to tear those clothes apart as he watched her approach.

He waited until she was close enough, and just when she was just about to walk in front of the janitor closet's door, Peter opened it, reached out and grabbed her arm. He pulled her into the room with him and had her inside and the door shut before Liz could even let out a surprised yelp.

Peter made sure his webbing had firmly locked the door even with its broken knob, and then he turned to look at Liz. He reached up and pulled the cord on the closet's hanging lightbulb, lighting up the dark space. Liz was looking back at him with wide eyes. There was a mix of surprise, anxiety, and even some slight fear on her face.

"Peter!? What are you doing?" She asked, crossing her arms in a way that only propped her tits up even more and made Peter want to bury his face in her chest. Peter let his eyes openly wander down to her breasts before bringing them back up to Liz's. She'd seen where he looked, and that familiar blush was back.

"You didn't text me or call me," Peter said with a shrug as he took a step forward, cutting the small gap between them in half. "Are you angry with me?"

Liz seemed to soften, her shoulders relaxing and crossed arms lowering, just a little. "No… no… I'm not. I just…"

Peter took another step forward and started rubbing one of Liz's elbows with his hand. He heard an intake of breath as he did. "That's a relief," he said. "I was worried you didn't want to see me again. I thought that maybe you didn't enjoy what we did."

"No! I did. I did…" Liz hurriedly replied, putting a hand on Peter's chest. "It all just happened so fast. I didn't know if it was just… a one-time thing or…"

Peter reached out and lifted Liz's chin with one of his fingers. "Do you want it to be one-time thing?" He asked, his eyes staring into hers. Liz held his eye contact, even as she swallowed deeply.

"I… I don't…" she muttered quietly. "…Do you?"

Peter smiled and leaned in, planting his lips against hers. He moved his hand from Liz's chin to her cheek, cupping her face, and he closed the gap between their bodies. He felt her books, still held in between her crossed arms, press against his chest.

He heard Liz moan softly as she kissed him back, their tongues teasing each other's as their breaths began to mix and their lips opened farther apart. Peter took another step forward, softly pushing Liz up against the closet's back shelf.

Peter took his free hand and let his books fall to the ground. The SMACK of them hitting the floor rang out, and Liz jumped a little, but Peter didn't let her pull away.

Instead, he took his free hand, gripped the side of Liz's waist, and pulled her hips forward, grinding her pelvis against his. In the middle of their kiss, Liz moaned again. But it was deeper this time. More passionate. More guttural.

Peter repositioned himself, pushing his leg in between Liz's. Her skirt rode up until it wasn't just Peter's hip grinding against hers but his thigh rubbing against her panty-covered pussy. Liz's moans intensified, and she began to let out the tiniest, cutest little squeaks as well. They made Peter grow as hard as a rock.

He figured he could probably bend Liz over right there and take her again if he wanted, and the idea was mighty appealing at the moment. But Peter came into this closet with a plan, and he intended to stick to it. As incredible as the thought of fucking Liz's pussy again felt, the endgame he had in mind was far better.

So he abruptly stopped — both his grinding and his kissing. He pulled his face away from Liz's. She craned her neck forward at first, desperate to keep their make-out session going, but Peter just smiled and waited for her to open her eyes, denying her any more passion for the moment.

Liz's eyelids finally fluttered open and she gave him a quizzical look. Her eyes had a glassy quality to them, and there was a rosy hue emanating from beneath her caramel-colored cheeks that Peter just loved to see.

Why the hell did I wait so long to make a move? He asked himself. Look what I've been missing out on…

Before she could say anything, Peter just whispered, "Do you think I want it to be a one-time thing?" He kissed her lightly on the lips again, and then just held his face there. His nose was touching hers. He could feel her warm breath as she exhaled onto his lips. He was sure she could feel the same.

Liz's mouth spread into a small smile. She shook her head. Her blush deepened. The rosy hue became a sharp scarlet.

"I don't," Peter said. "I want you all the time."

He moved his hand sideways from her waist, and slipped it underneath her skirt. Before Liz could even realize what he was doing, he had already snaked his hand under her panties and slipped two fingers inside her.

Liz's body straightened and jolted as if she'd been shocked by electricity. She whimpered. "Peter… I have class." But even as she spoke, Peter felt her push herself harder against his hand.

He massaged the inside of her cunt with his two interior fingers, searching for the rougher patch he knew was her g-spot until he found it. All the while, he kept his palm pressed against the top of Liz's pussy and her clit.

He moved his palm just a little, rubbing it against the protruding nub, teasing Liz and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"I guess I'll just have to be quick then," Peter whispered back as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Liz's neck, kissing and sucking on her skin.

As he fingered her, Peter could feel Liz getting wetter. Her slickness was starting to spill out of her, coating Peter's hand and smearing onto her inner thighs. Peter could even hear it, the sounds of his hand rubbing and bumping against Liz's soaking pussy were turning into wet slaps.

It was a beautiful melody, especially when combined with Liz's increasingly high-pitched, whiny moans, which were getting louder by the second. Peter knew that there was no way, given how crowded their school was, that anyone outside the janitor closet would be able to hear them. But he decided to play with Liz a little more anyway.

He moved his free hand from Liz's neck up to her mouth. He whispered in her ear, "You have to be quiet, Liz. You don't want anyone to hear you, do you?" Liz groaned beneath his hand, shaking her head even as her eyes stared upward in pleasure at the ceiling, rapidly blinking as her orgasm approached.

Peter sped up his movements, roughly flicking Liz's g-spot while grinding his palm against her clit in circular motions. Her legs were starting to shake. Peter could feel her pussy's walls squeezing his hand tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

He kept his hand pressed firmly against Liz's mouth, muffling her whines and moans. She was practically squeaking at this point and, out of the three women he'd been with now, Peter decided in that moment that Liz's moans were the cutest he'd heard yet.

"Are you gonna cum, Liz?" Peter whispered in her ear. "Are you gonna cum in this closet while I finger you?" All Liz could do was frantically nod. "Then do it. Cum, Liz. Show me how much I turn you on. Give me what I want."

Liz's eyes squeezed shut and she let out a long groan as Peter suddenly felt her pussy clamp around his hand. Her legs spasmed and then froze, and the books that Liz had previously kept pressed against her chest went spilling to the ground as she thrust her arms out sideways, gripping the shelf behind her.

A flood of cum came gushing out of Liz's pussy, splashing all the way up to Peter's forearm as some escaped onto the janitor closet's floor. Liz's body was simultaneously limp and yet tight. Peter figured that his hand was the only thing stopping her from collapsing onto the floor in that moment.

He didn't mind. He kept his hand inside of her, occasionally twitching one of his fingers against her sensitive g-spot — an act that forced one of Liz's hands to shoot down and grip his wrist, begging for mercy.

He waited until he was sure that her orgasm had passed to finally remove his hand from her mouth. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and her far-away gaze eventually settled on Peter's dark, hungry eyes.

Peter slowly withdrew his hand from Liz's wet pussy and brought it upward. He cupped it against Liz's face — smearing her own juices onto her cheek, chin, and nose. Liz didn't seem to notice. Or, if she did, she didn't mind. Peter even heard her breathe deeply as he did it, inhaling her own scent.

"I wanna fuck you so bad right now," Peter whispered, as he kept his wet hand cupped against the side of her face and brought the other hand down to her neck, softly rubbing his thumb along her vocal chords.

Liz didn't say anything in response. All she did was lean forward and lightly press her lips against his, kissing him. He felt her tongue flick out and trace his lips. The message was simple: If he wanted to take her right now, he could.

He squeezed the hand that was around Liz's neck and heard her gasp.

"It's all I want," he said, creating distance between their faces again so that he could look into Liz's eyes as he spoke. "I just want to feel you around me again. Feel my hard cock inside of you."

Liz's eyes stared back at his. There was a hunger in her gaze, too. She was waiting, anxiously, to see what Peter would do.

He let the silent question hang in the air for several moments before finally saying: "But we don't have enough time right now. Do we?"

He pulled away completely, creating several steps between him and Liz.

She looked back at him with surprised, questioning eyes. "We have class, remember?" Peter asked, reaching down to pick his books back up.

Liz looked like she didn't know what he was talking about at first before understanding finally dawned in her eyes again. She still looked disappointed, even as she leaned down to fix her skirt, her panties, and pick up her books again.

Peter could see the shine of her still-wet juices on her cheek as she did.

"Oh…. yeah," Liz whispered.

Peter waited until she was ready to leave before half-turning to put his hand on the closet door's knob. He roughly turned it, and heard the snap of his webbing's hold on the lock coming loose.

He looked back at Liz before opening the door. "Call me or text me," he said. "Maybe we can finish this sometime this weekend?"

Liz nodded at him.

"I will," she said simply, and there seemed to be some determination in her voice.

Peter turned and walked out of the closet, emerging back into the half-crowded hallway, and leaving Liz to follow behind him. He'd probably be a few minutes late to his next class and so would she, but Peter didn't mind.

He didn't think Liz would, either.

All he could think about in the moment was hearing from her again and continuing his plan. He was looking forward to the next steps.

Of course, Peter had no idea what other surprises this seemingly normal Thursday still had in store…

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