Spider-man Unleashed

Chapter 11

Peter had a persistent smile as he rode back to the school, not surprising considering he had spent a couple hours with an amazing redhead, enough to count as a second date -the third including the brief encounter in alter ego. Interacting with her through both identities was risky, especially the intimate way he was doing, risking real harm…

But it was too exhilarating to actually stop.

It had been more than a year since he had donned first donned his costume, and since then, most of the time, he had scrambled to hide his identity to prevent himself from the inevitable backlash, all the while treated as a coward because of his tendency to disappear in the slightest hint of danger. It was a useful perception at first, but it started to take its toll on him. Those small insults had a tendency to pile on.

Taking turns at being dismissed and celebrated, not to mention reviled from time to time as James J. Jameson's latest bullshit captured the city's imagination certainly didn't help any. At least, in this situation, she was being well-compensated with the pleasure he was giving her, if the way she looked after their intimate encounters were any indicator.

It was the time for the last class of the day when he arrived, which he managed to catch only after a quick dash, not wanting to be late for the last one after missing two in a row. He pulled his notebook and starts working on another invention the moment he sat, ignoring the dawdle of his teacher. He was satisfied with the utility of his web-grenades, and more inventions in a similar vein would have been helpful.

He needed to be prepared against his ever-growing list of enemies.

But before he fully immersed himself into the design process, he sent two quick messages, inviting his two favorite girls in the school to the gym depot after the classes. The encounter with MJ left him rather thirsty, and he hoped the girls would be interested in fulfilling that need.

Distracted by his design work, the class passed quickly. Then, the last bell rang, and the class rushed outside with all the enthusiasm of a bunch of prisoners, finally walking out after a long sentence. Peter didn't join them, instead, he gathered his notes. Only after they dispersed, he started walking towards the gym, his steps lazy as he expected both Liz and Gwen would wait until most of the students left the school, not wanting to be observed.

But he kept his pace slow even after the students dispersed because he wanted to see just how the girls would react to each others' presence without him. He expected some cat-fight, but he wanted to see if things would explode in the slightest opportunity.

A few minutes later, he was at the entrance of the gym depot he had specified, the door slightly ajar. For a while, he said nothing, observing the girls. Gwen was wearing simple jeans and shirt combo, something that would have been simple and unremarkable if she hadn't chosen them half a size too small, enhancing the sexiness in a way unintended by the designers.

Liz, on the other hand, followed her cheerleader reputation and went for a striking sexiness instead, wearing a plied skirt short enough to make the boys pray for a gust of wind, and a crop top that left her stomach open enough to reveal the fact that she was a true fitness nut.

As much as he enjoyed examining the way they dressed, the real reason was to watch they interacted. They weren't fighting, which was always a good sign, but from their pointed silence, it wasn't hard to guess it wasn't the case moments ago, and when Gwen's annoyance added to Liz's smug expression, it wasn't hard to guess who came on top in that fight.