Adam takes MJ home

The classroom slowly came into focus around me. People were studiously taking notes as Mr. Reynolds droned on passionlessly about the struggles of our countrymen during the Second World War.

It was strange how time could dull one’s perspective of the deadliest war in human history.

Someone touched my arm.

I blinked again and glanced to my right.

Mary Jane Watson was staring at me. Her beautiful green eyes glimmered with barely concealed concern, amusement, and something else I couldn’t quite put a label on.

“You alright there, tiger?” she whispered and leaned towards me. My eyes fell to her cleavage almost by reflex. Fuck. Her boobs looked so soft and creamy and big. I wanted to grab them and pinch her nipples.

My eyes flicked upward. MJ was blushing. A smile tugged at the edge of her lips and she gave her chest a little shake, causing her breasts to jiggle and wobble.

“I think I am now.” I muttered, a cascade of emotions running through me. She wasn’t angry with me. That look of betrayal in her eyes I’d seen earlier was completely absent now. Had it worked? Had I really rewritten Mary Jane’s memories so that she was completely and utterly obsessed with me?

MJ’s smile widened. She seemed to take my good cheer as a hint and put an arm across her chest, under her breasts. She pushed them upward and I swear they strained so hard against the top of her blouse they nearly spilled out the top of her cleavage.

“Hm,” the redhead leaned toward me. I gazed down at her breasts again. She did nothing to hide them my view. If anything, she seemed happy about me staring at her. “So… are you doing anything after school?”

I only barely restrained myself from gaping at her. Was she… was she about to ask me out? The idea was something so foreign to me, so entrenched in the camp of things I’d decided were too unlikely to ever happen that I almost couldn’t believe I wasn’t dreaming.

I pinched myself.

“Um. You alright there, Adam?”

Mary Jane was still in front of me, waiting for my answer. She swallowed nervously. Was she worried I’d say no? That I’d tell her I wanted to be just friends?

It was so strange being on the other side of this conversation.

“Sorry. I’m being weird, aren’t I? Just… forget I asked.” MJ whispered.

“Hey, don’t be nervous,” I took one of her hands in mine. MJ’s eyes widened almost comically before a tentative smile spread across her face. “You’re not being weird at all. I don’t have anything planned for today. Did you want us to do something together?”

The gorgeous redhead beamed at me, which did amazing things to my heartrate.

She glanced up at the front of the class again. Mr. Reynolds wasn’t even looking at us as he talked about America’s strategy of island-hopping in the Pacific.

Seemingly satisfied, MJ looked back at me. She squeezed my hand and rubbed it with her thumb.

“Remember that lunch we had a few days ago? I was hoping we could do something like that again. And I’ll pay for everything since I’m the one who asked you, so don’t worry about that.”

She added the last part with a slightly **** tinge in her voice. Damn, she really had fallen hard for me, hadn’t she? It’d been so easy, too, to manipulate her into feeling things she never would have otherwise. How far could I push my power? Would I use it on MJ again? Make her more dependent on and devoted to me? I really wanted to, but there was something else I wanted more.

Confidence surged through me. It was such a strange emotion to feel around MJ. I mean, sure, she was easy to talk to, but I’d never have had the guts to ask her to come home with me while she was dating some other guy.

“How about we go to my place? I’m a pretty decent cook. I’ll treat you and we can talk about whatever you want. Does that sound good?”

I swear when MJ smiled, my heart skipped a beat.

“That sounds great. I had no idea you could cook.”

It was my turn to smile.

“My mom’s barely around so I had to learn if I didn’t want to order out every night.”

MJ nodded. Her eyes gazed at me fondly, and I could help but feel her respect for me had risen even further for some reason.

“So you’re alone most of the time? That sucks,” she said. She squeezed my hand again.

I shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“Mr. Marcus. Ms. Watson.” A familiar masculine voice brought our attentions to the front of the classroom. Most of the students were looking at us, some with open confusion on their faces while others were simply amused. Mr. Reynolds was not amused or confused. “This class isn’t social hour. If you want to talk with each other, wait until after class. I don’t want to have to give either of you detentions. Understood?”

I could wipe the memory of us misbehaving from his mind as easily as chewing a piece of gum. The only reason I refrained from doing so was that everyone else in class would see the effects in real time. I didn’t need anyone developing any suspicions towards me.

“Yes, Mr. Reynolds.” MJ and I said almost in unison.

The teacher nodded. “Good. Now if you’ll all turn to page 452 in your textbooks.”

We settled back in our seats, but neither of us was in the mood for notetaking. At least I wasn’t. Instead, my mind teemed with the possibilities today had offered me. MJ was coming over my apartment. We’d be completely alone most of the night if Mom followed her usual pattern of working well into the evening. It was strange. I’d always wished Mom would make more time for me.

MJ caught my gaze. She beamed at me and twirled her pen in her hand. She looked like every guy in this school looked when they gazed at her, desire burning in their eyes. I never thought I’d see that look on MJ’s face, much less have it directed towards me.

The school dismissal bell rang what felt like an eternity later. I heard our teacher address the students that were already filing out of his class.

“Remember, our class trip to the Baxter Building is this Friday, so don’t show up here. Have a good night!”

It was testament to how distracted I was that I didn't even think about the reminder that I'd actually get to meet the Fantastic Four in a few days. If Mary Jane Watson was the girl of my dreams, then Sue Storm was my celebrity crush.

I practically leapt from my desk and gathered all my things at a speed that surprised even me. MJ was faster, somehow. She walked over to me, breasts jiggling in all their soft, creamy glory.

“So I’m going to your place, tiger. When do you want me to come over? Anytime you want is good for me,” she said.

I smirked and took her hand.

“We can go right now, but what about Peter? Is he okay with you being alone with me in my apartment?”

MJ shrugged. The movement caused her breasts to jiggle hypnotically.

“Who cares what he thinks? You’re the one I want to be with right now. Now come on. I’ve always wanted to see where you live. It's gonna be so amazing!"

I chuckled. She seemed **** to be alone with me. I wondered if she’d have sex with me if I asked her. Hm. The way things were going, maybe she’d ask me.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

She grasped my hands and gently tugged me away from my desk and out into the hallway. Students were rushing back and forth through the hallway, chattering amongst themselves.

We made our way out of the school hand-in-hand. Bright, crisp May sunlight wafted warmly against my skin.

A few people gave us curious looks. I wondered what they were thinking as they watched MJ and I leave together. Since MJ was one of the most popular girls in the school, people naturally kept abreast of things like if she was single or if not, who she was dating. For the past year or so she’d been dating Peter Parker, supernerd, to the confusion of most of the student body. I wondered if they’d be just as flabbergasted at their relationship if they’d known he was Spider-Man.

When we boarded my bus, most of the seats were already filled. I recognized a lot of the people here. I looked for Gwen Stacy. She and I rode the same bus together. No sign of her, so she must have been with Peter.

MJ grabbed my hand and lead me to an unoccupied row. It was near the back of the bus and there weren’t any occupied seats near it. Unfortunately it was right on top of the bus’s rear wheel, so it’d be a tight fit for us.

“Let’s sit here,” she said.

I unslung my backpack and let it fall to the floor in front of the seat.

“This’ll definitely be a tight fit for us,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want me to sit somewhere else? You don’t have to be uncomfortable just to sit with me.”

She had a strange look on her face. She looked nervous, almost, which was unusual for her. Finally, she clenched her fists, steeling herself.

“I’ll be fine. Trust me,” she nodded.

Shrugging my shoulders, I sat down. The cushion was old and used, but still comfortable. I scooched over as far as I could, but I was pretty sure MJ would have to have one leg jutting into the middle of the bus in order to sit.

MJ placed her bookbag on the floor right next to my bag and shuffled in front of me. I stared at her juicy bubble butt which was mere inches from my face. Was she?

She lowered herself slowly and sat on my lap.

Her ass settled on my pelvis. She was so warm and soft. My cock hardened immediately, pressing against my pants.

MJ gasped and looked back at me. Her green eyes were half-lidded.

“Is it okay if I sit here, Adam? There wasn’t enough room on the seat for me,” she asked meekly. She rocked her hips, adjusting her position. My cock ended up sandwiched between her asscheeks. “Mm. This is pretty comfortable.”

She let out a whispered moan.

“Y-yeah, but don’t you need a seatbelt?” I said.

MJ just grinned. She grabbed my arms with her soft hands and wrapped them around her waist.

“Oo. You’ve got nice strong arms. Those should be enough to hold me in place, don’t you think?”

She ground her ass into my lap, shoving my cock further between her cheeks.

I gaped at her. What was she doing? We were in public. If someone saw us and decided to make a fuss about it, Peter would break up with her for sure. Did she not care about that anymore? Was she so enamored with me that she was willing to throw away her relationship just to tease me and get me interested in her?

“I-I guess so…”

Well, if she could tease me, then I could tease her back.

My hands settled on her stomach. Feeling bold, I lifted her shirt slightly to touch her skin. She was so soft and warm. I played a little with her belly button, causing her to giggle. Hm. Was Mary Jane ticklish? I rubbed her belly and pulled her towards me.

“Oh Adam!” she gasped and leaned back. Her hair pooled on my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder.

I whispered in MJ’s ear.

“Still comfortable?”

I gave her tummy a squeeze before letting my hands slide up underneath her shirt until they were just under her breasts.

MJ gave me a smoldering look. A bead of sweat dripped down her neck and disappeared into her cleavage.

“Mhm. You’re pretty handsy, tiger. Not that I’m complaining, it’s just that I’ve never seen this side of you before,” she said.

I let my hand graze the underside of her bra-clad breasts.

“Hm. Do you think Peter would be okay with us sitting like this?” I muttered into her ear. My lips were so close to her that they nearly brushed against her skin.

MJ chuckled.

“He’d probably break up with me,” I felt her hands rest on my legs and squeeze my thighs. She turned to face me. “I probably sound horrible saying this, but you know that spark that goes off in your head when you know you really like someone?”

I nodded. I’d felt it with MJ.

“I’ve… never really felt that with Peter. I’m not even sure why I’m going out with him.”

Our faces were mere inches away from each other now. Mary Jane’s eyes glowed with affection and a raw need no one had ever showed me.

“How can you not know why you’re dating someone?” I asked.

MJ shrugged. “I don’t know. I just… have you ever wished you could go back in time and change something about your life?”

I smirked. Oh, MJ. If only you knew.

“Sometimes. What brought this on?”

She looked away.

“Nothing. Just thinking about things, I guess.”

We spent the rest of the ride making small talk, the echo of my question pervading my thoughts. I was sure she was thinking about it, too. I wondered if she wished she’d gone out with me instead of Peter.

As we walked to my apartment, her soft hands wrapped around my arm. She clung to my side like she was afraid I’d slip away.

No one seemed to notice how close we were. How open we were with our affection for each other. New York was just one of those cities where you were anonymous even when you walked out in broad daylight.

MJ and I didn’t speak much since the bus. We just walked together in companionable silence, exchanging looks that oozed raw emotion.

She didn’t comment when I lowered my hand to rest it on her ass. Her eyes did the talking for her.

I’d never felt anything like this before. This intuitive affection the two of us seemed to share. The only one of us who’d had their memories tampered with was MJ so maybe those feelings had always been inside me, brimming just beneath the surface of my mind.

I wondered if I’d imprinted them within MJ’s mind somehow when I changed her.

“Nice place,” she muttered as we entered my apartment. It was a decently-sized dwelling for New York, with two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen which shared a space with the living room.

“Thanks,” I said.

She disentangled herself from me. She walked into the apartment, surveying the place, curiosity brimming in her gaze.

She picked up a framed picture that sat on a small table next to the living room couch.

“Is this your family? You look so young here.”

We stared at the photograph together. My mother looked happier there. Her blue eyes still retained that stubborn optimism she’d had before my father’s ****.

“That’s me, my mom and… and my father. This was taken a month or so before his ****. It’s the last picture we have of him,” I said.

MJ nodded sadly and put the picture down.

“My mother died a while back, so I know a little about how you feel Adam.”

She grasped my hands in hers. Her eyes stared into mine searchingly. What was she looking for?

“I’ve been a terrible friend to you. I’ve spent so much time around Peter that I never made any for you. But that’s going to change. Starting today, I’m gonna to do my best to be a good friend to you. Whatever you need. Anything. Just say it and I’ll do whatever I can to help,” she said.

“Anything?” I croaked.

Mary Jane swallowed and licked her lips. She leaned towards me slightly, drawing my eyes to her deep cleavage. She smiled.

“Anything.”

It was my turn to swallow nervously. We’d been all over each other in the bus and the walk to my apartment, so why was it so difficult to get the words out of my throat and finally clear the air between us?

“I…” hesitation and uncertainty roiled in my chest. I knew how she felt about me. I’d made her feel that way.

She squeezed my hands gently and offered a friendly smile. God, she was so beautiful.

I imagined her declaring that I owned her mind, body, and soul. That she’d love me more than life itself and would do anything for me. That she’d help me ensnare other women, too. Anyone I wanted, even superheroines like Susan Storm or She-Hulk or Storm. I shook my head. I’d just gotten MJ to my apartment. Why was I thinking about other women all of a sudden?

“It’s okay, Adam. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I won’t judge,” she said.

Somehow I doubted it. She may have been obsessed with me, but she still had the same personality for the most part. I mulled over my reply in my head for a few moments before responding.

“Mary Jane, I’ve… I’ve had a crush on you since the moment I first saw you. I know it’s probably really wrong of me to tell you this since you’re already in a relationship, but that thing we did in the bus makes me think that you might feel the same way,” I brushed an errant lock of red hair out of her face. “You said you’d do anything for me. Well, I’ve thought of something. I want you to break up with Peter and be my girlfriend instead.”

MJ stared at me for a long moment. My heart thudded heavily in my chest.

She launched herself at me. I let out a surprised gasp as the busty redhead collided with me, mashing her breasts against my chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine.

Her lips were wet and soft and inviting. I kissed her and wrapped my arms around her back. She moaned happily into my lips.

We made out for what felt like hours before we broke the kiss. We panted heavily and stared into each other’s eyes.

“So, was that a yes?” I said.

“God yes,” she chewed her lower lip. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. I’ve fantasized about you for so long. I even dreamed about you! I had no idea you felt the same way about me. Now that I do, there’s no way I can stay with Peter. I’ll break up with him whenever you want. Just say the word.”

“You fantasized about me while you were dating Peter?” I lowered my hands down her back to grab her jean-clad bubble butt. She moaned sexily. Goddamn.

“Oh god, you have no idea. I knew it was wrong of me to have these feelings for you, but I couldn’t help myself. You were just so handsome and strong and sexy. And you were there for me when I needed you. I lo- I like you a lot.”

My eyes widened.

“You love me?” I said.

She swallowed.

I kissed her again. She responded eagerly. I felt her tongue probe my lips and opened them, allowing her entrance. I let my own tongue tangle with hers and slither into her mouth. Our hands ran over each other’s bodies. I hooked my fingers under her blouse and pulled upward, exposing her bra-clad breasts. She wore a tight black bra that I really wanted to tear off.

We broke the kiss again. A string of saliva connected our lips. It broke when I when I spoke.

“Let’s go to my room.”

MJ giggled.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

We made our way to my bedroom and closed the door behind us. I turned on the light. My room was slightly messy, with books and old clothes strewn about.

MJ didn’t seem to care too much. If anything, just being in the place where I spent most of my nights seemed to be a riveting experience for her. Her eyes took in everything with a hint of reverence and respect for every detail.

“I can’t believe I’m actually in your room,” her voice tingled with naked awe. She looked like a historian who’d been sent back in time to her favorite time period.

I stared at her.

“I can’t believe you’re still dressed.”

My new girlfriend giggled.

“Touché.”

She pealed her blouse off and reached back to unhook her bra. It came off quickly and she let it fall to the floor.

I feasted my eyes on her breasts. They were even bigger than they’d looked in her blouse. Her cute pink nipples were hard as rocks.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” I said.

MJ blushed and unbuttoned her jeans. She slid them down her legs, revealing her thick, creamy thighs and black panties. She took those off next and stood in front of me completely naked.

Her pussy shimmered with a sheen of moisture. A small tuft trimmed red hair adorned the place above her pussy like a decoration.

“Wow.”

She was perfection incarnate. I’d seen her naked before when I delved into her memories, but that was nothing like seeing it for real.

MJ smirked.

“Like what you see? Good. Now it’s your turn. Strip.”

I chuckled. I liked a woman who knew what she wanted. I started taking my clothes off. My pants came off first, followed by my shirt. My socks and underwear were the last to go.

My hardened cock sprang free. The relatively cool air of my room kissed the sensitive skin.

MJ stared at it longingly. Her mouth drooped open slightly. She shook herself out of her daze.

“You’ve got a nice penis. Is it alright if I touch it?”

I nodded fervently and watched with disbelieving eyes as the girl of my dreams approached me. Her wide hips swayed and her tits jiggled in just the right way. Her plump lips were turned up in a smirk that sent pleasant shivers down my spine.

She wrapped a soft hand around my shaft.

I groaned.

“You like that, huh?”

“Ugh... yeah,” I replied intelligently. My eyes feasted on her absolutely fantastic body. I stared at her breasts, imagining what they’d look like bouncing up and down as she fucked herself on my cock.

“You can feel them if you want,” she said.

“Really?”

“Of course. It wouldn’t be fair if I got to touch you and not the other way around, would it?”

I grinned.

“I guess not.”

I grasped her breasts in my hands. The mounts of titflesh were so soft and warm. MJ gasped and looked up at me through half-lidded eyes. She started stroking my cock, up and down, up and down. I pinched her nipples and began massaging her breasts.

“Oh! Adam. I… fuck. I can’t wait anymore. I-I want you inside me! Please!”

She tugged me harder and glanced back at my bed.

My eyes widened.

“A-are you sure? Don’t you think we might be rushing things?”

“No,” she replied firmly. “No, we should have done this a long time ago. I should have been dating you, not Peter. I’ve wasted so much time with him. Please. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“Okay,” I said. “Let me just find a condom…”

I was pretty sure I had a few in my dresser that I bought a year ago and then never used.

“No, it’s okay. I’m on the pill,” she said.

I swallowed. I’d seen her take birth control pills when I was in her mind, but I wasn’t sure she’d be comfortable having sex with me without a condom. I was happy she was. If I was going to lose my virginity, I wanted to feel the most pleasure possible without a condom getting in the way.

“Okay. Alright. We’re doing this. We’re actually doing this.”

MJ beamed at me, still tugging on my cock. I leaned towards her and met her lips with mine. This kiss was slower, softer, and somehow more passionate. Loving, even.

I gently pushed her and she allowed herself to fall on my bed. She scooted towards the blue pillows, resting her head there. Her mane of dark red hair framed her head like a red waterfall. She spread her legs invitingly, opening her pussy slightly.

“Come here, tiger.” She beckoned me sexily.

I crawled after her on the bed until my body was on top of hers. She looked up at me almost reverently. My cock rested between her thighs, nudging at my comforter mere inches away from her pussy.

She leaned up to kiss me.

“You okay?” she whispered.

I shook my head.

“Yeah. Are you ready?”

“You bet.”

She smiled warmly.

I grabbed my cock and moved it forward. The tip touched the outer folds of her wet pussy. Fuck, even the surface was absolutely scalding.

I pushed further.

Hot wetness enveloped the head of my cock as it disappeared into MJ’s sopping wet cunt.

The girl gasped and moaned beneath me.

Pleasure coursed through me as pressed in more, another few inches of my cock entering the girl beneath me.

I was in heaven. This couldn’t be real.

“W-why’re you stopping? Is everything okay?” MJ’s verdant eyes gazed up at me. I’d never seen such vulnerability in them, such naked concern. She seemed **** for my approval. I liked that.

“Everything’s great. I just can’t believe this is really happening,”” I pushed my cock in some more. MJ was so hot and tight. Her pussy parted and then squeezed the sides of my cock, milking it and drawing it further inside.

“Ah! Oh fuck!” MJ screamed when I bottomed out inside her. “Mm. I’m pretty sure this is real, Adam. You feel so good inside me.”

“Yeah?” I reached up to grab her big tits.

“Mhm.”

“Oh fuck,” we started developing a rhythm. I’d bottom out inside her and then retreat until only the tip remained in. I loved the **** look she’d give me, the needy mewls of frustration as I teased her. Then I’d shove myself inside her again and she’d scream in a way I’d seen only in my dreams.

“MJ, I-I’m gonna…” I tensed inside the girl who’d been utterly loyal to her boyfriend when she woke up this morning. Now, her eyes held love only for me. The level of devotion within them would have been frightening if I hadn’t put it there myself.

The busty redhead wrapped her legs around my waist and drew me towards her.

“It’s okay, baby. Cum inside me. Fill me up,” she kissed me again.

Her pussy gripped me, coiling around and squeezing my cock.

“Fuck. God, I’m cumming!” I bottomed out inside her. My dick pumped, spewing my load deep into MJ’s pussy.

MJ quivered and moaned. She kept her legs around me, keeping me inside her while her pussy milked every last drop of my ejaculate.

“That was…”

“Amazing?” MJ said. She leaned up to capture my lips with her own. We made out for a few minutes. My cock deflated inside her, having spent its load. She made no effort to remove it, however. She seemed content just having me there, wrapped snug in her tight warmth.

“Yeah, that’s one way to put it. You really are something else,” I muttered.

MJ blushed. She looked up at me shyly.

“Does that mean you’d want to do it again?”

I snorted.

“It's incredible that you even need to ask me that. I’d do this every day if you were up for it. You’re so beautiful and amazing. I can’t believe you’re even here with me.”

Mary Jane’s lips formed a relieved smile. When she spoke again, her voice brimmed with confidence.

“Well, you’d better believe it, tiger. I spent the last few months hoping we’d end up like this. Now that I’m finally with you, I’m not going anywhere.”

Suddenly, a door opened and closed somewhere else in the apartment. I heard loud, almost authoritative footsteps that rumbled through the apartment like thunder. My eyes widened.

“Adam? I’m home!” my mother announced.

She’d actually come home early.