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The student body of Midtown High School, much like that of other high schools, could be broken up into varying levels of a social hierarchy. Sitting at the top of the hierarchy were undoubtedly the jocks, especially the football players and the cheerleaders, namely Midtown Mustangs star running back: Captain Eugene “Flash” Thompson and Elizabeth “Liz” Allan: cheer captain. Then there were the other athletes and cheerleaders: defense lineman Kenny “Kong” McFarlane, golden armed quarterback Randy Robertson, gorgeous Julia Carpenter, strong willed Jessica Drew and quiet Wanda Maximoff. Just a few others that stood at the summit of the school’s social totem pole.
Then there were the others who sat on various tiers of the hierarchy. Former cheerleader turned aspiring actress and playwright: Mary Jane Watson, trust fund rich kid Harry Osborn, sultry gymnast Felicia Hardy, aspiring mixed martial artist Yuri Watanabe, foreign exchange student Silvija Sablinova, drummer Gwen Stacy, star athlete Carol Danvers, awkward Bobby Drake, passionate Betty Brant, aloof goth girl Anna Marie LaBeau, prankster Fred Myers and even quiet tech expert Cindy Moon. All well known and relatively well liked, most tending to stick with their peers and respective cliques.
But who sat at the bottom?
Undoubtedly awkward nerd, Peter Parker.
Perhaps it was his size: average in height, but skinny in build, Parker looked like a walking stick come to life. It was his size that had resulted in him getting the nickname: Puny Parker. Or maybe it was the way he dressed. Peter Parker was notorious for his lack of a fashion sense. Sweater vests, ties, loose hand-me-down pants and glasses gave him the overall impression of being a hopeless geek and nerd. Then there was the fact that his guardians were former hippies which only added to the long list of material for people to tease him about. Or the well known fact that Parker’s family wasn’t the richest. They weren’t poor, but they definitely struggled.
One would think that with such relentless teasing and a lack of friends, Peter would have long learned to keep his mouth shut and try to stay out of trouble. But instead, Parker was arrogant about his intelligence and smart with his mouth. Indeed, Parker seemed destined to graduate high school alone and friendless.
That was…until everything changed…
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Much like a lake upon the African Savannah, a lunch room was a perfect microcosm of different tribes all simultaneously interacting within themselves and with other groups. However, instead of lion prides, herds of elephants and solitary cheetahs, there were people. The jocks sat with the jocks occasionally interacting with the cheerleaders. Musicians sat with other musicians and artists. Along with various misfits who either preferred to sit alone or to carve out a small niche for themselves in the lunchroom.
But Peter?
Peter sat alone.
That was fine by him.
Most people sat with their peers.
But him?
He had no peers. No one that could match his intellect and potential. It was better that he be alone, lest they drag him down their level with their idiotic chattering. Peter walked his lunch tray to a table in the corner and ate alone. Today’s cafeteria meal consisted of yellowed string beans, carrots, milk, an apple and something that vaguely resembled spaghetti and meatballs.
Gross.
But it was either that or starve.
Times had been tough in the Parker household and food was tight. Work had been slow for Uncle Ben at his union electrician job and Aunt May’s tutoring business had slowed. That meant tightening their belts, he knew that both his aunt and uncle had been skipping meals to make sure he was fed. He hated himself for that.
Maybe it was time for Peter to get a job to help out. After all, he had just turned eighteen three days ago. That meant he could work. He could find some work in an office somewhere, he could answer phones, type up reports or maybe do some IT work. Hell, if he was lucky, maybe he could even get a paid internship somewhere. Somewhere like Oscorp where he could make contacts and start building his resume.
His grades were good which meant that he could probably let them drop a bit without worrying about how it would affect his GPA and Aunt May would be grateful for the help. Uncle Ben would probably tell him to focus on school, but it was hard to focus on school knowing that the people who raised you were starving themselves so that you could eat more.
Peter took a breath and walked through the rows of tables.
“Jeez Parker, are you ever planning to dress in clothes that fit?” asked a snide voice from his side. “You look like your aunt and uncle got those clothes from the dumpster behind the local thrift store!”
Peter stopped to check his outfit. A pair of khakis, a collared shirt and tie along with a black sweater vest. Not exactly the most stylish, but they worked for him. He turned to face Eugene “Flash” Thompson, star quarterback and resident jerk face. As always, he had his trademark shit eating grin plastered on his face crowned by slicked back blonde hair and his blue letterman jacket. The other football players and their cheerleader girlfriends snickered in response
He hesitated, wondering if saying something back was the right move. Flash was undoubtedly the leader in the herd of neanderthals that somehow passed as a football team. Kong, Randy, and Aleksei sat around Flash, eagerly waiting for his next move. Their cheerleader girlfriends: Liz, Julia, and Jessica sat amongst them chattering amongst themselves and generally ignoring the antics of the football team.
All because they had won a state championship last year…
“What’s wrong, Parker? Cat got your tongue? Wouldn’t be the first time.” Flash chuckled.
That did it.
Peter shrugged. “I’m just wondering if you were capable of understanding my retort or has the CTE finally set in after all the tackles you’ve taken. Hopefully the next tackle isn’t too bad, I hear that the 2nd grade math curriculum Mr. Keaton has you on is really challenging.”
Flash’s brow furrowed in confused ignorance as Peter walked away leaving the football captain to ponder the meaning of his words. It was the howl of laughter from Carol and Jessica followed by their subsequent explanation to the befuddled star athlete that brought a smile to Peter’s face.
Peter continued to search for an empty table, satisfied that he had managed to get one over on Flash for once. Just eight months until graduation. Eight months and he would be going on to college where he would never have to deal with Flash and his football goons again. He could take as many science and math classes that he wanted, find an internship at a lab and maybe even get a girlfriend if he was lucky.
He would have been lying if he said that he hadn’t tried in the past. Sadly all the girls at Midtown High knew of him as Puny Parker, nerdy social outcast, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. Peter spotted an empty table near a corner. Good, a place for him to be alone.
What happened next happened so quickly that Peter had neither time to react or process the event until it occurred. One moment he was heading towards an unoccupied cafeteria table and the next there was the feel of a breeze running between his legs. It took him another second to realize that Flash had pantsed him in front of the entire school. Khakis and boxers had been yanked to the ground. There was a moment of stunned silence as Peter looked down to see that his privates were indeed exposed.
Time froze as Peter suddenly became keenly aware of everyone staring at him. A shocked Liz had her hands to her mouth. Carol Danvers, Jessica Drew and Julia Carpenter had all dropped their jaws. Felicia was watching him with keen interest, her green eyes twinkling with amusement. Yuri took a quick look, gave a huff and returned to picking away at her string beans. Wanda Maximoff raised an eyebrow before returning to drawing in her sketch book. He suddenly became aware of the thunder in his heart beat’s and the distant underwater sounds of the cafeteria. Time had slowed and stretched into Eternity. It took another second for his body to react; he didn’t know what to do.
He pulled his pants up and ran out of the Cafeteria just as the football team exploded in laughter.
Peter didn’t know where he was running to or what he was running from. Just that he wanted to be alone. He ran past hallways, empty classrooms, until he found himself in the auditorium where Principal Rogers held the PTA meetings. He found himself in a corner of the auditorium, somewhere hidden. And as he sat in a small ball and felt the full weight of what had just happened fall upon him, Peter found himself crying.
The tears just fell freely from his eyes as gross snot poured from his nose and he felt himself coughing for breath. Of all the things to happen, why did it have to be that? He could put up with the teasing and the rejection. He was used to that. But getting pantsed in front of the entire school? A surefire way to ensure that he wouldn’t be getting dates anytime soon. Not that he had had any dates… or friends for that matter. High school sucked. Uncle Ben kept telling him to hang in there, that things would get better, but nothing seemed to be happening. Not anytime soon.
He rubbed his eyes, hating that he was crying. He should be better than this! He was better than this!
“Hello? Is somebody there?” Asked a curious female voice.
Peter stiffened. The last thing he wanted to happen on this god forsaken day was for someone to see him crying after most of the entire school had seen him naked from the waist down.
“HelIo?” called the voice again.
Peter stayed quiet as an athletic looking redhead emerged from the right of the auditorium’s main stage. Peter recognized her immediately as Mary Jane Watson, former cheerleader, now aspiring actress and playwright. A niece of Anna Watson, a friend of Aunt May’s. The two had played together in the past when they were younger, but had drifted apart when high school began. After all, most cheerleaders didn’t tend to hang out with nerdy loners. Nevertheless, she was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful girl that Peter had ever seen. Lush auburn hair fell in a fiery cascade behind her back. She looked at him from behind striking green eyes and sharp features. A sharp chin, freckled face, and high cheekbones. She wore a pair of baggy paint stained overalls over a white tee decorated with a classic cartoon heart pierced by an arrow. Clothes that would look horrible on anyone, yet she somehow managed to make it look stylish.
Her green eyes scanned the auditorium before they landed on her target.
“Peter? Peter Parker? Is that you?” She asked.
Peter said nothing. God why was she here? She was the last person he wanted to see while he was like this.
“Peter?” Mary Jane hopped off the stage and landed nearly soundless on the school’s linoleum floors. Of course, she was a former cheerleader, after all. She walked over to him. “What’s wrong, Tiger?”
Peter shrugged, surprised that she was able to find him while he was hidden in this dark corner. Even more surprising was that she used her old nickname for him. A nickname he hadn’t heard in years since she had stopped coming by to visit with her Aunt Anna. Once they had been close, a friendship rooted in the friendship of their respective two relatives and forged from time spent together.
“Hey MJ.” he said softly, his voice was a bit hoarse from the crying.
“You ok?”
Peter shook his head. “No,”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head again. “I just need to be alone right now.”
MJ nodded. “I get it.” she said softly, “I’ve been there.” She smoothed out the legs of her overalls and sat down next to him.
“…is it ok if we’re alone…together?” She asked with a soft smile.
Peter nodded.
The two sat in silence with one another. It was nice. MJ sat close enough for her scent to waft into Peter’s olfactory. Spiced citrus mixed with vanilla, a scent that activated dormant memories of catching fireflies on hot summer evenings and bike races on empty roads in the spring. He had forgotten how nice it was to sit next to someone. For Peter, high school was but loneliness. He had been mocked constantly for the way he dressed, his height, his perpetual lack of athleticism. Looking back, his attitude hadn’t helped. He had always thought himself better than everyone else. Of course he would be dismissed. Of course, he’d be the outcast.
But MJ?
MJ was the sun and all of the brightness that came with it. People couldn’t help but gather around her. It was nice to just sit alongside her and remember the old days when he
An eternity seemed to pass before she spoke again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked softly.
Peter shook his head. “No, not really,” he said quietly. He sat there alongside Mary Jane Watson, undoubtedly one of the prettiest girls at Midtown high. Former cheerleader, aspiring actress and playwright and all around cool girl. Energetic, cheerful, MJ was someone who just drew people into her orbit. Was it any wonder why, at one point, she was probably the most popular girl in school?
Of course, that was probably the reason she had stopped talking to Peter. Gorgeous, popular girls didn’t tend to fraternize with scrawny nerds. He turned to look at MJ who gave him a soft grin. A smile that was so different from the wide smiles that she gave everyone else. Maybe he should say something. At one point, she was his best friend. He had been the one who had chosen to stop talking to her out of anger at the way other people gathered around her and his own frustration over being bullied. He should reach out and bridge that gap.
He turned his head towards MJ and began to speak when a voice suddenly slashed through silence.
“Excuse me, Peter?”
Both heads turned towards the blonde bombshell, Elizabeth “Liz” Allan standing before them.
Liz Allen was beautiful. Fitting for someone who many considered Midtown High’s queen bee. Tall, statuesque with blonde hair tied in a ponytail that fell past her shoulder blades, sapphire blue eyes, long shapely legs and full pouty lips. Like the other cheerleaders, she wore the blue and white Midtown High cheerleader outfit. A sleeveless top and a skirt so short that it should have been criminal. Emblazoned across the chest of the top were the words: Midtown Mustangs. Liz wore a pair of crisp white sneakers and short socks that drew attention to her athletic legs. She stood before them clutching a science book to her chest.
“Liz?” asked Peter, “What are you doing here?”
“Could we talk?” she asked.
Peter nodded, still confused and perplexed by what was going on. He turned to MJ who gave him a soft wink.
“I’m gonna go work on my lights, we open next week. But I’’ll be here if you want to talk.” she said with a soft grin.
Peter nodded and gave her a small smile. He watched her go off and wondered before standing up and giving Liz his full attention.
“Hey, I’m sorry about Flash.” Liz said. Her voice was quiet and sheepish, sincere even. She hugged her books close to her impressive chest. “He can be a real jerk sometimes.”
Peter shrugged. “You don’t have to apologize, you didn’t do anything. He’s always been a jerk. But, isn’t he also your boyfriend?”
She nodded. “He is, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a massive bully.” she said, “I just don’t understand why he always has to target you.”
Another shrug.
“Jock teasing the nerd. I’m sure it’s been happening since before recorded history. I’m pretty sure there are cave drawings of caveman jocks tormenting caveman nerds.”
Liz chuckled. “I’m pretty sure every caveman was a jock. I’d say it’s thanks to nerds we have things such as fire and the wheel. But I’m sure that the caveman jocks gave the nerds purple nurples and Indian burns after they finished inventing the wheel.”
Peter snorted. “That was such a bad joke.”
“It really was!” Liz said, there was a small smile on her face. “Listen Peter, could I possibly trouble you for some tutoring help especially in math? Mr. Weston’s trigonometry homework has really been killing me lately. I think I could really learn a lot from you.”
He blinked. He wasn’t expecting that. Girls like Liz Allen didn’t hang around guys like Peter, even for tutoring. Sure, he had asked her out before…but that had ended with half the football team laughing in his face as she rejected him. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all…
“Uh, sure.” Peter said quietly. His brain felt like it was running on autopilot as he attempted to process exactly the situation rapidly unfolding before him.
“This Friday? My place?”
“That works.” Peter said.
“Great! I’ll see you Friday afternoon. I’ll drive you.” Liz said, turning to leave. “Call me.”
She winked and blew him a kiss before walking away. Peter watched her hips swish back and forth; wondering whether or not he had hallucinated the entire encounter. Liz Allen. Head Cheerleader. Comforting him? Asking him to tutor her? Offering to drive him. What the hell was going on?
He leaned his head back against the auditorium’s walls. The problem was, everyone had seen him pantsless, dick out and everything. He had had trouble asking girls out before. Now? It seemed impossible. Nobody wanted to be seen around the scrawny nerd who’s dick was out in front of the entire school.
There was no use of drowning himself in such thoughts, for now he needed to get to his next lesson. When he got up, he heard the unmistakable crackle of electricity short circuiting followed by the smell of burning filling the auditorium. That's when he recalled MJ saying hat she was tending to the stage lights.
“MJ?!” Peter cried. He didn’t think, he ran over, leapt onto the stage and hurried to the source of the sound.
He found her to the right of a stage; suckling her pointer finger and cursing, but still ok.
“Are you ok?!” Peter asked.
“Damn piece of garbage!” she swore with a nod, pointing at the still smoking device. Some sort of…thing… stood at her feet. The apparatus was still smoking and the entire place reeked of burnt plastic.
“Are you hurt? Peter said, coming close.
MJ shook her head. “No, but the damn thing’s impossible to wire!”
Peter leaned in close. “Looks like you may have wired it wrong and caused it to short out.”
“Yeah, no shit Sherlock!” she snapped, her tone caused Peter to jump back in alarm. “Sorry, I just thought it would work. I’ve been at this for the entire lunch period and still nothing!”
He knelt down close to the lamp which was orange and vaguely pumpkin shaped. “Is this homemade?”
“I made it with paper mache, paint and an old lamp I got from a garage sale.”
“That’s a bit of a fire hazard,” Peter said, “Can I take a look?”
MJ shrugged. “Be my guest.”
Peter walked over and carefully unplugged the lamp from the wall. He then turned his attention to the lamp. His hands moved with practiced speed. He lifted the paper mache away from the rest of the apparatus, careful not to break the device. The lamp was an ugly peasoup green color with a brass base that had lost its shine. MJ was right, the thing was o-l-d, old.
“It looks like the wires are frayed at the base right here, so all this electricity is just running through those few exposed wires. It’s a bit of a fire hazard, especially with the paper mache.”
“Shit.” MJ muttered. “That’s a waste of $5.”
“It looks like you used an old incandescent lightbulb. Those generate a lot of heat and need a lot of electricity. It can be a bit of a fire hazard. I’d recommend replacing it with an LED, those don’t generate heat and are more energy efficient. The wire could also be replaced.”
“I could rewire it if you want.” Peter suggested with a shrug.
“You know how to do that?” MJ asked as her face lit up. She suddenly looked really impressed.
“My Uncle Ben’s an electrician, he’s been teaching me stuff since I was 6. Sometimes he even brings me to work or has me help him with stuff around the house.” Peter said with a shrug. “I just need to disassemble the lamp and replace the wire. If you want, we could use one of those old trick-or-treating pumpkin pails as the head, it might make the light better.”
He turned to MJ. “All in all, it should only be about 20 minutes of work. I could probably get it done after school once I buy the supplies. I already have the tools at home and I’m sure Uncle Ben would love to help me.”
“Could you have it done by next week?” MJ asked.
“Next week?” Peter said, “I’m pretty sure I can have it done by tonight.”
“Really?” MJ asked, her face lit up, bright like the sun. “Tiger! You are a life saver!” She leapt into his arms and planted a kiss upon his cheek.
His face grew hot at the praise. “Thanks,” he said sheepishly as he gently pushed her away.
“Sorry.” MJ said as she realized what she had done. Her face was also red, but not nearly as red as her hair. She looked away as she took a few steps back. “Do you want to talk about what happened earlier? It might make you feel better. It was something involving Flash, right?”
Peter clenched his fist and dug his nails into the palm of his hand. So she overheard his conversation with Liz. Having it happen was bad enough, but repeating it? Why relive the most humiliating moment of his high school career? But MJ was right. It would do him no good to just keep it inside. Things like that have a way of eating away at you until your emotions burst out and you end up saying something that you’d regret.
“Flash pantsed me in front of the entire cafeteria.” Peter said quietly. He looked away, ashamed.
“Ouch.” MJ said.
He nodded.
“People saw everything.” he said sheepishly.
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
“That includes?”
“Yep, sausage, meatballs, everything.” Peter said bitterly.
“And you’re self conscious of that?”
Peter nodded. He walked over and sat on the edge of the stage, letting his legs dangle. “Who wouldn’t be?”
“I understand, anyone would feel that way. Anyone would feel embarrassed and violated.” MJ said softly. She took a seat next to him, her thigh pressed against his own. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“Other than seeing a naked girl? No, I don't think so. I just need some time to get my mind off of things.”
Peter chuckled at his bad joke, hoping that he hadn’t gone too far.
What followed was a silence that was finally pierced by two syllables.
“Ok.”
Ok what?” Peter asked.
“To your request.”
“What request?”
“To see a naked girl.” MJ said with a wink.
“Wha- wait that was a joke!”
But MJ was already standing and was already undoing the straps to her overalls with a loud reverberating click. She let them fall to the ground leaving her clad in her t-shirt and a pair of cotton blue panties. Peter sat there, slack jawed, watching as MJ stepped out of her denim and he took in her form. She had the kind of body that most models starved themselves for. Long shapely legs that went on forever, modest sized breasts, a heart shaped ass and a flat toned stomach achieved through rigorous exercise and diet. It was amazing to Peter that MJ could keep such a figure even after quitting the cheerleading team. Before he could say another word, her hands rolled her shirt over her head and tossed it over to him. Peter caught it and looked up, still not quite believing that this was happening. Her breasts were two magnificent teardrops that clung perfectly to her frame with just the slightest hint of sag. Pretty pink nipples sat upon her freckled breasts. Yet this only seemed to accentuate her radiant beauty.
Peter sat before a goddess and silently cursed his sudden inability to speak.
MJ was already taking off her panties as Peter’s throat closed up. He watched as she stepped out of her delicates and kicked them over to him. A pair of simple baby blue panties, decorated with a small bow, slid over to him. Peter stared at them before looking towards MJ. A trimmed path of flames sat between her legs confirming that the carpet did, indeed, match the drapes.
“You just gonna look, Tiger?” MJ asked in a sultry voice. Her fingers traced a path across those perfect tits as Peter stared, eyes threatening to explode out of his head at any moment.
“Take off your clothes, I want to see you too.”
Peter’s hands moved as if possessed. First the sweater vest and button up were hastily pulled over his head then his pants were dropped along with his boxers. And he stood there, naked, before this magnificent goddess. A mere peasant daring to look upon all of her glorious beauty for as long as possible knowing that this opportunity may never come again. It was like seeing the sunset or a landscape after a long hike.
Beautiful beyond all comparison.
“Wow.” She said as she stepped forward.
Peter looked away, face hot. He knew he wasn’t exactly the most muscular. He was skinny in the arms and chest and slightly chubby in the stomach. Not exactly the kind of body that drove women wild.
“Sorry I’m not more fit.” Peter said sheepishly.
MJ shook her head. “No, it’s definitely not that.” She bit her lower lip. “You’re big.”
“No way, I’m tiny.” Peter said again, “Everyone has been calling me ‘Puny Parker’ since middle school.”
She drew herself close to him, breasts just inches away from his chest. “Tiger, you’re big.” She said as she reached between his legs and took him into her hands.
He felt himself stiffen up immediately.
“This might be the biggest I’ve ever seen.” MJ said softly. Her voice was faint, distant, as if she were mesmerized by his size. “Definitely the thickest, it’s just so…long and fat…”
Peter looked down and was shocked to see that MJ wasn’t exaggerating. He wasn’t even hard and he could see that her fingers were barely able to fully encircle him.
The sight of her delicate digits wrapped around his length was nearly too much for him. Blood rushed from his head straight down into his groin.
“MJ…” Peter breathed.
“Oh, are you growing for me, Tiger?” she said playfully as she began to stroke him. He could feel himself expand within her grip, forcing her fingers to widen.
Fuck, it felt so good to have her touch him like that. Those soft delicate fingers with the green manicured nails softly gripped his length, feeling him grow hot in her palm. She slowly slid her hand back and forth across his length drawing out soft nervous breaths from him.
“Does that feel good?” cooed MJ, she knelt down in front of his member and brought it to her face. She licked her hand, palm to fingertip, and brought her spit lubed hand back to his cock. Peter nearly blew his load right then and there as she began to slide her hand up and down his length.
“Do you like me stroking this fat fucking cock?”
Peter bit his lip and nodded. He had never heard MJ use profanity before. She grinned, showing him the edges of her teeth.
“We’ll have to be quick.” she said quietly.
And before he could fully comprehend those words she took him into her mouth. And suddenly everything went white. Peter would have yelled out in surprise if all rational thought hadn’t been driven from his mind. He suddenly became hyper focused on the beauty licking his cock.
His entire existence suddenly vanished as all feeling, all conscious thoughts left him, unable to think beyond the redheaded beauty with his cock in his mouth and what more he wanted to do with her. MJ slowly built a rhythm, moving her head up and down his length as Peter’s mind went blank. She started slowly, first taking his swollen head between those beautiful lips, licking, sucking, kissing every inch. Then she began to take him deeper, her tongue lathered his length with her saliva, her cheeks puffing out to accommodate his gargantuan size.
“Oh god.” Peter groaned as her hand began to move in sync with her head, covering the places in his cock that her mouth couldn’t reach.
He felt something soft between his fingers and was shocked to find his hand tangled up in her gorgeous locks. MJ teased her tongue upon his length as she alternated between licking his length and suckling his fat head with those gorgeous lips.
Peter shut his eyes tight and let out a moan.
A dream.
This had to be some sort of dream.
Flash Thompson had pantsed him. Liz Allen had asked him out on a study date and now Mary Jane Watson was giving him a blowjob. It was all a dream that he would wake up from any second, then he’d put his sheets and pajamas in the wash before Aunt May and Uncle Ben could question why he was washing clothes.
He opened his eyes to find MJ looking directly at him as she sucked him. She gave him a playful wink as his fat cock disappeared between those gorgeous red lips. Peter groaned loudly as she took more of him into her mouth. He leaned back against the wall, fingers stroking her cheek, and savored the feel of her.
“You’re beautiful.” Peter whispered.
He hadn’t realized that he was speaking until the words had left his mouth. But they were enough to make her blush. An odd gesture to say the least. Mary Jane Watson, former cheerleader, current theater nerd, and undoubtedly one of the prettiest girls at Midtown High blushing at his compliment while she blew him. MJ gave him another wink and playfully stuck out her tongue before taking him back into her mouth.
Judging from her skill and enthusiasm, this wasn’t MJ’s first time doing this. She let out a low melodic moan as she continued to suck him, one hand gripped his length as she moved up and down. His cock was soon slickened with spit and precum. Peter looked down to find MJ’s right hand between her legs; pleasuring herself as she pleasured him.
Then it happened.
She pulled herself away from his length for a single second before diving in and swallowing his entire length. His sheer girth stretched her lips to the limit and he could suddenly feel her all around him. Her throat was warm, soft, wet and sublime around his cock. Oh shit! Peter had never experienced something like this. The feel of her throat tightening around his cock was enough to drive a man mad. More. He wanted more. His hands lightly gripped her head and began to thrust; timing himself with her movements.
Peter let out a growl as he humped her face, his cock impacting the back of her throat with every motion. He could feel something building up inside him, something base, something primal. A need as old and as primal as eating and sleeping.
A part of him knew that it was wrong. He couldn’t do this, not to MJ. Cumming inside of her mouth? MJ who he had liked for as long as he could remember. But before he could do anything else, MJ disengaged herself from his raging erection, came up and kissed him on the lips.
The kiss, itself, surprised Peter. His first kiss. Of course, it would be with MJ. In his dreams and desires, it was always going to be MJ. Her lips were soft and she tasted of honey and salt. Peter kissed her back, mouth opening up to her, not caring that her lips had just been wrapped around his cock. He tasted her in his mouth, tongue dancing with her own, as his hands found their way around her perfect body.
“Do you feel better?” MJ asked. She spoke softly into his lips. Her arms came around his neck and pulled him close to her, pressing her naked breasts up against his body.
Peter nodded dumbly. The thought of Flash pantsing him was the last thing on his mind.
“Want more?”
He nodded again. What could have been better than that?
“Sit down.” MJ whispered. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
His butt hit the floor before he could process her words. MJ smiled coyly as she straddled his laps. She took him into her cold hands and Peter shivered in response. MJ grinned as she aimed him directly at her sopping cunt and lowered herself onto her. Peter groaned as his head split her lips wide open. MJ let out a light gasp that quickly turned into a whimper as she slowly sank down on him.
Peter groaned loudly as she enveloped him with her insides. If MJ’s mouth was exquisite then her pussy was nothing short of divine. Warm, wet, soft, and tight. He could feel her everywhere, grasping his cock head tight and threatening to never let go.
He looked down upon the junction of where his cock met her pussy. He still couldn’t believe it. His fat length split her petals apart as they slowly entered her. Her lips gripped his length tight as MJ’s juices leaked down his length. Fuck. It was real. All of this was real! He was no longer a virgin. He was having sex with a girl!
Soft hands cupped his face and brought his gaze back to MJ. “Look at me.” She whispered.
He looked deep into her green eyes, eyes that reminded him of spring. And he saw her. Red hair. Freckles. Green eyes. A single dimple on the right of her cheek. Beautiful in every sense of the word.
“Is this your first time?” MJ asked.
Peter nodded. “It is.” He managed to croak out.
“Congratulations on becoming a man.” MJ said with a playful wink. She groaned lightly.
“You feel so tight around me.” Peter groaned.
“Only because you’re so big, Tiger!” MJ said softly. “You ready?”
Peter nodded again. His blank mind still hadn’t recovered from the blowjob that MJ had just given him and now she was seated upon his cock. What else could he be ready for?!
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.” MJ whispered.
And she did. MJ braced her hands against his shoulders as she lowered herself on to his length. Up. Down. Up. Down. Each movement drew out soft moans from the two. He was in awe of her as she slowly squatted up and down upon his manhood, taking him deeper inside of her. At this pace, he could feel everything, every inch, every fold, every part of her sublime pussy as it caressed his cock. His hands found her hips, gripping them tight, as he aided in her bouncing.
Deeper.
MJ let out a soft moan. “Oh that’s big,” MJ said with a soft whimper. “But nice, oh so very nice.” Her eyes were closed and her upper lip was between her teeth as she spoke.
Deeper.
Peter groaned softly as he felt a familiar pressure and need begin to build within him.
MJ was nothing short of beautiful as she slowly sunk herself onto his length. Gasping softly with every movement. A thin scattering of sweat shone on her skin, glittering like stars, as she slowly bottomed out around Peter.
“Kiss me.” she whispered.
Peter nodded stupidly and leaned close. MJ closed the rest of the distance, softly pressing her lips against his own. He wrapped his arms around the ginger beauty as they fucked. Slowly. Tenderly. Building a rhythm.
MJ gasped into his mouth as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against Peter’s pelvis as her pussy trembled and fluttered around his length.
“That feels so good.” she whimpered. “You fill me so good, Tiger.”
“Yeah?” Peter gasped.
She nodded. “Mm hmmm! I can practically feel you in my guts.”
Her hips rocked hard against him as she pulled him close to her chest, moaning loudly. Her walls clenched against his cock with every movement. Peter buried his face in her tits. Those perfect, soft, pillowy breasts as he kissed, licked and sucked on her flesh. His lips quickly found a nipple and he began to suck, lick and bite at the little nub. MJ threw her head back in response, her cunt suddenly tightening around his length.
“You’re gonna make me cum, Tiger.” MJ groaned as she cradled his head to her breast. Her hips gyrations growing faster, more desperate. “You’re gonna make me cum from riding this fat fucking cock!”
She threw her head back and let out a loud groan, body shaking, pussy tightening itself around his cock as she came. The sensation was unlike anything Peter had ever felt before, tight, warm, wet, every inch of his manhood tightly squeezed by her luscious cunt.
MJ fell backwards and Peter was barely able to catch her by wrapping his arms around her as the two fell onto the cold stage floor, laughing and giggling the entire time.
She looked at him from behind those gorgeous emeralds and gave him a soft smile. “So, how was it?”
“Amazing.” Peter said, his heart was beating . “Even if I didn’t cum.”
“We still have a few minutes and you are still inside me.” MJ said as she playfully stuck out her tongue. “Wanna try fucking me missionary?”
Peter nodded and he slowly began to move. First short steady thrusts that evoked soft whimpers from MJ. His pace slowly built up to longer more forceful pushes that caused her perfect tits to bounce with every movement. MJ bit her lower lip to keep from crying out too loud. Undoubtedly the sexiest thing that Peter had ever seen her do. He couldn’t last long, not after all that had just occurred. The blowjob and MJ on top of him had brought him closer to the brink.
He moved as if possessed. Body thrusting, heart beating, running on raw primal instinct. The need to eat. The need to create. The need to mate. He pounded into her, hips slamming against hips. His vision went white as he felt himself approach the peak.
And then, a soft hand upon his cheek brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes to find MJ looking up at him from behind verdant eyes filled with so much want and adoration that it shifted him back from his Lizard Brain desires.
“Not so rough,” she whispered softly. “Slow long strokes. Make me feel good too.”
Peter nodded. He he leaned down and kissed her. First softly and then slowly more forcefully. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he slowed his pace to long strokes, letting his cock savor every inch of MJ’s sublime pussy. She trembled around his length with every stroke, so wet, so soft, so warm. Peter swallowed his moans as he felt the need to cum slowly build inside of him.
MJ looked into the depths of his soul as he savored the feel of her. Hand on his cheek, fingers stroking his flesh, legs wrapped around him, moaning softly with every thrust, every movement. And in that moment, he saw all of her. The child who drew flowers on hot summer sidewalks. The girl who sang and danced to the classics playing from her aunt’s radios. The young lady who cheered and kicked as the Midtown High Mustangs dominated the East River Buccaneers. The girl who wrote plays and acted her heart out while performing Shakespeare in Mrs Simone’s World Literature class. Every one was a facet of Mary Jane Watson and each one was amazing in their own way.
Every thrust, every movement, caused MJ to let out a soft moan as she looked at him through those adoring eyes. God. He didn’t know that this was what sex was. It wasn’t a biological drive to procreate and pass your genes on. Nor was it two people lusting after each other. It was bonds and connecting. Two people slowing down time and silencing reality until the only things that mattered in that moment was you and your lover.
Then a soft hush of the wind brought him back to reality.
“I’m gonna cum again,” MJ whispered into his ear. Her voice was light and airy as she spoke. “Cum with me this time.”
Peter nodded again as he slowly picked up his pace.
“That’s it, Tiger. A little faster, yes, right there. Harder I’m gonna cum.That’s it! I’m gonna cum! Oh shit! Cumming!!!” she whimpered, her legs wrapped around his torso and pulled him tight against her as she came, body shaking, pussy trembling around his cock, as Peter felt himself explode inside of her.
His vision went white as he came. Blast after blast of hot cum seared her insides as Peter came, he buried his head in the crook of MJ’s neck, kissing and biting her as he struggled to keep from crying out. Time slowed to a stop and every inch of his being surrendered to the sheer physicality of their joined act. Somehow his lips found her again and he found himself kissing her as he rode the waves of his orgasm.
The two young lovers held each other as their mutual pleasure slowly died out and Peter pulled away. MJ looked at him and gave him a soft smile.
“Hi.” she said,.
“Hi.” Peter replied and the two burst out laughing.
The laughter echoed throughout the cavernous auditorium as the two teenagers slowly disentangled their limbs from each other. Peter pulled out of MJ and watched as a large glob of his cum spilled out of her and drip onto the floor. Peter pulled on his pants and put on his shirt. He spied MJ dressing from the corner of his eye, getting an odd voyeuristic thrill from the act.
Odd that he could find thrill in something when he had just taken her and then some. The way that she slipped those long pale legs into her loose overalls. Or the seductive smile that she gave him when she noticed him looking.
“Can I…see you again?” Peter blurted out before he could stop himself.
“Again? Are you hoping to have me again?” MJ asked with a wink.
“No, not just that. Like…a date? We could go grab dinner and see a movie or something this Friday.” Peter stammered, he felt his face grow hot as he spoke.
MJ pondered the words. “Don’t you have a study date with Liz Allen on Friday?”
Oh right. He had completely forgotten about that.
Her expression softened as she clipped on her overalls, leaving one strap loose to show off her t-shirt. “Let’s play it by ear, I’d love to go out with you, but I’ve got a lot of things happening and I got the feeling that within a few days, so will you.”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Oh you’ll see.” MJ said, her voice came out in a sing-song octave that was quickly interrupted by the school’s ringing bell. “I’ll see you around, Tiger.”
She grabbed her book bag and hopped off the stage.
Peter watched her leave, feeling a tug in his heart as he watched her go. “Yeah, I’ll be seeing you.”