Spider-man Unleashed

Chapter 9

Mary Jane woke up from a sleep that was filled with confusing dreams, bone-weary with exhaustion. She would have been annoyed by it, but another, more dominant reaction stole the spotlight.

She was still aroused.

"How," she murmured in shock even as she hugged her covers, like they would be able to give her an answer. Last night, she had just experienced the best, and most exhausting, sexual encounter of her life. A night like that should have sated her for weeks, not leave hungry for a repeat before her body could start recovering from its effects. Even worse, she knew that the only reason she wasn't lunging for her phone to send a booty message for the man responsible was that she didn't have that number. She didn't even know the face of the man that was responsible for the best night of her life.

"Oh my god, I become a groupie," she murmured in an amused realization as she lifted herself from colorful covers of her bed, turning towards the bathroom door, desperate for a morning shower. She needed to recover if she wanted to have any hope of getting to her class on time.

She wasn't exactly a groupie, she corrected in her mind as she walked towards the bathroom, she doubted band members made a habit of saving their groupies from certain death. For saving her life, a sexy encounter was a small sacrifice to make from her part to reward such an amazing hero. In the bathroom, she quickly shed her clothes, ready for a shower.

Though, calling it a sacrifice might be another stretch, she noted as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining her naked body on the reflection, her skin marred with his aggressive touch, marks of his domination, something she had never thought she would enjoy. Whenever her previous boyfriends tried to be dominant, it ended up with them getting dumped with impressive quickness. But then, none of them made her desire flame like a touch from her last encounter did.

Her fingers traced the marks on her breasts, courtesy of his fingers, enjoying the firmness of her breasts in a way that no one had done before. The same fingers that invaded her core, preparing her for the ruthless invasion that followed when Peter pushed him inside-

"Fuck!" she gasped in annoyance. It was happening again. For some reason, whenever she tried to imagine good times with Spider-Man, her asshole date somehow found himself as a part of her imaginations. Same happened in last night's confusing dreams. In their ephemeral embrace, she was on a shopping date with Peter, but when he walked into a dressing room, Spider-Man walked out. When she was dancing with Spider-Man in a party, the clock struck twelve, and he suddenly turned into Peter…

It was all Peter's fault, she decided. How could he dared to kiss her with such a confident passion after he deserted him to die, or the fact that she had been having the most passionate sex of her life with another man just moments ago…

She sighed. There was no point in blaming him. It was her fault for clearly being attracted to him even after his cowardice, unable to muster even the slightest anger against him. She turned off the hot water, hoping that the cold water would quash the sudden heat that was making her insides tingle…

But she had a feeling that it wouldn't…

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After her cold shower, she was fully awake, so it didn't take long for her to dress for the school, especially since she made a point of not dressing too nice when going to her classes. She had quickly learned that only beget jealously, which caused a lot of gossips, and her supposed exploits as a cheap slut. Wearing simple jeans-shirt combo didn't stop them fully, but at least, slowed them down a bit.