Chapter 1: Introduction
I slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed was that my head felt like it had been replaced with a balloon, filled with hazy, pulsating thuds. I involuntarily groaned before I could stop myself. I took in my surroundings, which slowly came into focus: A dimly lit, Spartan room, walls covered with faded wallpaper—no, waterstained pink. I was in a bed—a real bed—which felt like heaven compared to the cheap leather couch I used to crash on from time to time.
Comfortable and warm, I basked in its embrace while the room swirled into sharp focus: cobweb-strewn corners; a mantelpiece cluttered with shooting-star-shaped knickknacks; and a framed photograph of a man with red and blue tights and a friendly, earnest smile. He was the superhero known as Spider-Man.
Peter Parker.
There was another figure lying next to me, her long red hair cascading like a flame across the silk sheets.
She was facing away from me, her back arched delicately in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. As I watched her, she shifted slightly, her body lacking the gracefulness I knew was the hallmark of the woman who lay before me. It was MJ, Marry Jane Watson. I was obsessed with her. She was the sexiest woman alive and she was in bed with me. As a high schooler I never had a chance with her. But I was in Peter Parker’s body and she was married to him (or me now). I leaned over and felt her body.
Her skin was soft and warm, inviting me to explore further. I ran my hand down her side, feeling every curve, every dip. She stirred slightly, her breath hitching as my hand brushed against her breast. I could feel her nipple hardening through the thin fabric of her nightgown. I traced circles around it, watching as it grew more erect, more sensitive. She let out a soft moan, arching her back to press herself against my hand.
I leaned in closer, my breath hot on her ear. "Morning, MJ," I whispered, my voice low and husky.
She stirred again, her eyes fluttering open, meeting mine. Confusion clouded her gaze, then recognition dawned, followed by a slow, sultry smile.
"Peter," she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep. "You're up early."
I chuckled, my hand still cupping her breast, my thumb rubbing circles around her nipple. "You could say that."
She bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening with desire. "I see that."
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.
My tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring, tasting. She moaned, her body pressing against mine, her hands tangling in my hair. I could feel her heart pounding, in sync with mine, our bodies already attuned to each other.
"Fuck, MJ," I growled, pulling away just enough to speak. "I need you. Now."
She didn't say a word, just nodded, her eyes dilated with lust. I grabbed the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Her body was bare, her skin flushed, her nipples hard and erect.
I took one in my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue flicking against it. She gasped, her fingers digging into my hair, holding me to her. I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, my hand squeezing the one I'd just left.
"Jesus, Peter," she breathed, her hips bucking against me. "Don't tease me."
I smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted. I kissed my way down her stomach, my hands gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I could feel her quivering beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down in one fluid motion. She lifted her hips to help me, her eyes never leaving mine. I tossed the scrap of fabric aside, my gaze locked onto the bare, glistening flesh between her legs.
"Fuck, MJ," I muttered, my voice hoarse with desire. "You're so fucking wet."
She blushed, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. "It's all your fault, Peter," she whispered. "You started it."
I chuckled, a low, dirty sound.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm just getting started." I settled myself between her thighs, my broad shoulders pushing her legs wider, my gaze locked onto her glistening pussy. She squirmed, her hips lifting, seeking friction against my chest. I gripped her hips, holding her down, my thumbs spreading her wide open.
"Look at you, so eager," I taunted, my breath hot on her slick flesh. "You like showing off your pretty little cunt, don't you, MJ?"
She whimpered, her face flushing a deep shade of red.
"Peter, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Stop teasing me."
I grinned, loving the sight of her squirming beneath me. "You know I love hearing you beg, MJ," I said, my voice low and rough. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her, just a quick lick, from her entrance to her clit. She cried out, her hips bucking, chasing my tongue for more.