But… It’s me! The real Spider-Man!

After talking to Gwen, I realized that since we had limited ourselves to talking on the phone, there was no point in leaving the lab at all. But I couldn't go back. A belated thought occurred to me that I should have warned the others before inviting Gwen. I didn't think anyone would mind, though. After answering the messages from M.J. on my phone while I was busy with Osborne and the Spiderwoman, I called a cab.

The work day was coming to an end, but I still had time to stop by the lawyer's office to worry about patenting the web; now, thanks to "funding" from OzCorp, paperwork fees and getting through the evaluation committee weren't such a big deal.

Afterwards I popped into an electronics store where I bought a laptop, a TV, and a new phone to replace the one that got damaged in the battle with the White Rabbit, not that it wasn't working, but the cracked screen is a little annoying. Now I can make my place a little more comfortable, so I have somewhere to bring my girlfriend. We need something to do when we're not in bed... I wonder how long Anna is going to keep her daughter under house arrest? I don't think M.J.'s mother will be as zealous in obstructing my relationship with her daughter as her husband has been in the past world. I've never seen or heard from him, by the way; apparently he has little interest in his daughter in this world, which is for the best.

In the store I feared that the workers would have reasonable doubts about the fact that a minor was making such a large-scale purchase, but it was much more of a problem to get rid of their help. Alarmed by this pressure, I had to turn down the offer of free installation of the appliances... if only there was something to install, just a TV. It is easier to do it myself than to have to send the annoying helpers out of the house. That's weird. Apparently, they're desperate to find a life partner. I never got hung up on anyone like that in high school, but most of the girls I knew were in line, and some of them even managed to forget about the weirdness of the world... Deadpool, for all her recklessness, is no more than just a joke, but I always have the shock web ready when she's around. Although she's mostly ironic about herself, it's obvious that with looks like hers, finding a sex partner in a world where there are a dozen women for every man is nearly impossible.

I was finishing setting up the TV and installing the software on my laptop and was about to go to bed when I heard someone open the front door of my house. The feeling of anxiety that had risen in my chest was replaced by anticipation as soon as I recognized my girlfriend by the sound of footsteps. Pretending not to notice the intrusion, I continued to rummage through the TV, giving M.J. free rein.

And she lived up to my expectations. She sneaked up on me and wrapped her arms around me, pressing her body against mine with obvious intentions.

"Can a hero have a minute for his girlfriend?" Mary Jane whispered, her tone displeasing me. "You're always off somewhere, who were you saving today?"

"It's a long story," I grinned as I turned to face M.J. "Are you sure you want to spend the night talking?"

I don't restrain my impulses, I pull her against me, and somehow it just so happens that my hand rests on her firm bottom. It's all the fault of those tight denim shorts, every time I see MJ dressed like that, I feel a rush of sexual desire. This girl knows how to highlight her assets!

"Do you have a better suggestion?" She asks while she's unbuttoning the buttons on my shirt.

So you're going straight from the spot? Well, I don't mind, and instead of answering, I kiss her lips. Mary Jane responds enthusiastically to the kiss, actively engaging in tongue wrestling. I can hear her heavy breathing and the thud of her heartbeat, and we're so close that I can feel MJ's already hardened nipples against my chest. She's not wearing a bra, I realize. And yet, Mary Jane is in too much of a hurry today, as if she's afraid of not getting her clothes off me in time.

Soon M.J. moves from my lips to my neck, gradually moving down, covering my torso with kisses. "Oh, I know what you're going for, and I can't say I don't like the direction your thoughts are taking!"

For some reason she starts playing with my nipples. This is probably the most useless thing a girl can do in bed with a man. Seriously, sooner or later every girl tries to play with them, either before or after sex, as if there will be a man who will like it.

"Leave them alone, Mary Jane, those things are dead!" I don't say it out loud, though, because M.J. is going lower herself; I have only to lean on the back of the couch, letting her take the lead.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" Mary Jane smiles slyly as she unzips my pants.

Aren't you trying to embarrass me, Mary Jane Watson? Alas, Parker is not made of the kind of material that could be embarrassed in such an innocent way.

"Damn straight, Mary Jane!" I encourage the girl in her endeavor. She handled the belt much faster this time than she did that memorable night at the club.

MJ smiles victoriously and retrieves my fighter. I remember Felicia telling me that she likes to feel her total power over me at times like this. I guess in this world that sort of thing can be extended to most girls.

MJ teases me with light taps of her tongue, stimulating the tip of my cock, but takes her time taking it in her mouth. Someone has obviously studied the theory on the Internet. Either Mrs. Anna has not kept track of her inquisitive daughter, or she has made a leniency in the terms of punishment. Every time she touched the base of the head, it sent a wave of shivers through my whole body.

Satisfied with the effect, Mary Jane smirks and finally swallows my cock, all the way to the base, which suddenly makes me not want to talk. Oh, she's got it, I could barely last a minute before I spewed my arousal out.

"Who would have thought that Peter Parker would be a pervert who likes to cum in his girlfriend's mouth," MJ grinned, running a finger across his lips to collect the cum residue.

Wait! Did she swallow it? And then she calls me a pervert! What a crazy world, the Mary Jane I used to know would never do that! And last time, didn't she find that taste disgusting?

The idea that M.J. overcame her disgust for me turns me wild. God, I never would have had the courage to ask her to do that in the last world, and here, I didn't even have to push for it. My imagination immediately conjures up images of what else we could try in sex. And I'm pretty sure that any of these options are doable! I'm definitely ready for round two right now, but I feel the need to repay MJ for her love...and just a little bit for trying to screw with me. We switch places, now she's sitting on the couch and I pull down her short shorts to reveal a wonderful view of her soaked black lace panties.

I start with her delicate legs. My kisses make the girl's thighs get goose bumps. Mary Jane is trembling finely, but holding her breath, watching my actions, does she have any idea what I want to do?

"Peter... what are you doing?" Mary Jane whispers uncertainly.

I gradually move closer to the cherished spot, remembering to cover the delicate areas of skin near her panties with kisses, then gently pull them aside. A noticeable thread of viscous love juices trails behind my finger, causing MJ's face to show clear signs of embarrassment. That's it!

Finally, I reach my goal. I caress her outer lips with the tip of my tongue, and now Mary Jane reacts sensitively to my every touch.

"Ah... Peter..." She leans back, clutching her breasts with one hand and reaching for her crotch with the other. The stimulation is clearly not enough, but I don't let her interfere and intercept the girl's palm, "ah, no... please harder."

I smirk smugly, but I'm in no hurry to comply with Mary Jane's request. Very gently increasing the pressure, I slowly force her bud open.

"Please, I can't go on," M.J. moaned.

Felicia was damn right it did feel good. Besides, how could anything be more arousing than a partner moaning with pleasure? It could hardly be called a fetish, but rather a basic instinct. I've never understood anyone who fucks just for self-satisfaction. In my opinion, it is simply disgusting and shameful.

Deciding it's time to move on to the next stage, I find her little clit with my tongue and at the same time plunge one finger into her oozing hole. M.J. immediately responds with a wave of shivers all over her body, I think it was a mild orgasm. Hmm, this is just the beginning!

Naturally I don't stop, I just increase the pressure. I hook up a second finger and begin to work more actively with my hands and tongue. This brings results and soon Mary Jane is gasping in a fit of new pleasure.

For several very long seconds the only sound in the room is Mary Jane's loud moans. Finally she comes to and immediately kisses me passionately, our juices mingling on her lips.

"Peter Parker," she whispers hoarsely, "I love you."

"I love you too, Mary Jane."

"Now fuck me," M.J. says demandingly, spreading her legs invitingly.

Oh, that would be my pleasure. And since I'm not planning on going to school in the next few days, and I might even be so busy that I won't be coming home, Mary Jane won't be getting away with one thing this night.