Alone with Misty

I followed Misty into my room. She’d been here so often I’d be surprised if she didn’t know the layout of our apartment like the back of her hand. She hadn’t spent very much time in my bedroom though, understandably, though that was likely to change in the very near future.

I closed the door behind me.

Misty turned to face me.

Neither of us spoke. I don’t think either one of us knew what to say at that moment, but I could feel as if our relationship's center of gravity had shifted. Seeing it in her memories was one thing, but having Misty Knight stare at you like you’re Adonis is a pretty heady circumstance indeed.

Her tongue tabbed her soft lower lip, evoking images of those amazing lips wrapped tightly around my manhood.

My cock throbbed.

Misty abruptly looked away from me, glancing around my room. She moved to a wooden dresser sat along the same wall as the door. She reached her organic hand out and started feeling along the dresser.

She hummed.

“It’s strange. I’ve been in here a few times before, but I can’t really remember feeling this amazed at seeing where you sleep every night,” she turned to face me.

My eyes flicked to her big, dark breasts. The low neck of her blouse teased her cleavage so well it was hard not to look. To not stare. She must have known what she was doing to me, flaunting her skin like that.

From the way her lips twitched into a smug smile, it seemed she was entirely pleased with me looking at her. A stark contrast to what she might have felt at any time before an hour ago.

It should have disgusted me that I’d meddled with her mind; she’d been the one person who’d been nice to me for the majority of my life. But, as I’d dwelt within her memories, I’d sensed a deep, pervading unhappiness. Was it really immoral to tamper with Misty’s mind if the results led to her leading a more fulfilling life?

“You’re free to come and marvel at it as much as you’d like. My door’s always open to you,” I said.

That earned me a smile from her.

“I’ll definitely take you up on that, but that’s obviously not why I asked to talk to you,” she glanced at my bed, nodding to herself. She walked over to it and sat on the edge of my mattress. “Can we sit?”

I nodded.

“Sure, though I think I should warn you that MJ and I… we kind of-”

“I know,” Misty’s smile widened, surprisingly. “Private investigator, remember? I’ve done my homework on enough cheating spouses to recognize the smell of sex when I come across it.”

I nodded, accepting her answer. I guess I shouldn’t have been shocked she’d figure out what MJ and I had done in here, but it was strange was that she didn’t seem bothered by it at all. Wasn't she even the least bit uncomfortable?

“And knowing that, you still willingly chose to sit on my bed?” I said.

Misty shrugged.

“My job isn’t really something for the squeamish. Compared to some things I’ve dealt with, this is actually perfectly tame. Plus, it’s nice to have some confirmation that you’ve found a girl who makes you happy. I just wish…”

Misty trailed off, sighing.

“Can you please just sit here with me?”

I did as she asked, plopping myself on the bed next to her. She shifted towards me slightly, so that her amazing body was draped against mine. The whole tone of our conversation had suddenly gotten a lot more intimate. She was so close to me that if I wanted, I could look down and get an amazing view of her cleavage, but I was too distracted by the fact that our faces were inches away from each other to look. Her dark eyes stared longingly into mine. Her breath wafted softly against my face.

“This is nice,” she whispered.

I couldn’t help but agree.

She seemed to take my silence as her que to get to the point of our discussion.

“I’m not really good at this. I’ve always been more of a doer than a talker. People say what I mean better than I do. I guess that’s one of the reasons why I’ve grown to depend on you. You always know what to say to me to get me to feel better. You always listen to me, no matter how long I rant or what I say, even if I make a complete fool out of myself. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

I felt my cheeks heat up.

“I’m just doing what anyone else would have done for their-” Their what? Their friend? Misty had known me since I was very little, so I wasn’t sure that word was appropriate. We were obviously something akin to friends, but also something greater; something far more intimate. “The people they’re close to. I’m nothing special.”

“You couldn't be more wrong,” Misty shook her head. “I’ve lived in this city all my life. I’ve met a lot of different people, from ordinary workers punching a time card to superheroes wielding abilities so powerful they might as well be gods. I’ve interacted with people from all walks of life. None of them are even remotely like you, Adam. You’re amazing, kind, and warmhearted. Everything they’re not. They’re all cocooned in their worlds, too afraid or too self-centered to just take a breath for a few seconds and listen.”

That last word escaped her throat as a hiss. I could hear the hurt and bitterness in her voice. I’d been expecting it. At least some of it was there because of me. That was fine, though, because that dislike of others I’d fostered within her would bind her inexorably to me.

“So that’s what you wanted to tell me? That I’m a good listener?” I was being deliberately obtuse. It was painfully obvious what she was really trying to tell me, but I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear her mean it.

She swallowed and lowered her eyes for a few moments.

“No,” she replied meekly.

I put an arm around her back, drawing her closer to me. A moan escaped her lips and her eyes widened.

“You know I don’t like it when you hold back from me.” I chided her, playing into our dichotomy I’d set up in her memories. It felt strange talking to her like this. Like she was the junior partner in our relationship. A part of me really liked the idea of it, however. Of having Misty be this strong, capable woman but who was now secretly dependent on an eighteen year-old boy for emotional validation.

“I-I’m sorry. I w-won’t do it again,” she actually stammered. Her tongue flicked her lower lip again. She looked into my eyes again. I could sense her apprehension, but she was strong. She’d been through truly gruesome ordeals that would have traumatized most people. I’d see them. I’d about as good as lived them from her perspective. I was probably one of the only people on Earth capable of truly understanding her.

She took a breath to center herself.

“I meant every word of what I said. You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met. I feel safe and comforted anytime I’m around you, and when we’re separated I feel the exact opposite,” she paused for a moment, as if readying herself for something. “I love you, Adam.”

She let out a shuddering breath. She straightened noticeably, as if an oppressive weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

“You love me?” I asked.

She nodded and grinned.

“I do. Is that so strange, that I’d fall in love with the only guy in my life who accepts me for who I am? A guy I’ve come to depend on for, well, everything?” She chuckled dryly. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I’ve seen the way you look at me. I hope I’m not being too presumptuous when I say I know you at least find me attractive. Which is good. I can work with that. It means I have a shot at earning your affection. I just have to prove to you that I deserve it.”

At this point in the conversation, my manhood was probably about as hard as it had been when I’d fucked Mary Jane on this very bed. I had half a mind to simply order Misty to strip and have my way with her. But I wasn’t finished talking with her yet.

“Why would you want to prove yourself to me?” I nearly whispered the words.

Misty’s lips twitched upwards. She leaned towards me, pressing her huge, soft breasts against the side of my chest.

“I know you’re in love with MJ. It’s fine, I approve,” she held a hand up to forestall my reply. “I don’t mind that you’re seeing MJ. You could have a hundred girlfriends for all I care. If it makes you happy, you deserve it. But the thing I want most from you is your love. Pure and simple. As long as I had that, I think my life would be pretty much complete.”

She licked her lips, still grinning at me. She poked my upper chest with her index finger and moved her head up to whisper in my ear.

“And by the way, I’ll do just about whatever it takes to prove myself worthy of that love. Anything."

She leaned back from me slightly.

I gulped, and she grinned.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” she confirmed with a nod. “So, I’ve put all my cards on the table, so to speak. The ball’s in your court now.”

I snorted.

“You honestly think I’d say no to any of that?”

She beamed at me.

“The thought had crossed my mind. It’s stupid, I know, but I learned never to take something good for granted,” she replied, a hint of bitterness in her tone. I wondered if she was thinking about her ex, Luke Cage. “But enough about that. So, you’re really okay with this? And again, it’s… it’s totally fine if you’re not. I don’t want you to feel like I’m putting pressure on you. We can take things as slow as you want.”

Her tone was soft, brimming with vulnerability. If shot her down here, assurances or not, it would quite possibly destroy her.

“Yeah. You’re an amazing woman, Misty. You’re strong, kind, and beautiful. Not to mention have an absolutely amazing body, but you already knew how I felt about that."

She laughed. It was such a pleasant sound.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that. I won’t waste this chance you’ve given me. I’ll prove to you that I’m worthy of your love, even if I have to kill myself doing it,” she said firmly.

I glared at her.

“Stop it. I’m not going to let you throw your life away. You mean a lot more to me than that,” I put my hand on the side of her face, rubbing her cheek with my thumb. She nuzzled her face into my palm.

“Thank you,” she muttered softly. She swallowed. “But I meant what I said.”

I sighed. Maybe I’d done a little too far in fostering her devotion to me. I didn’t want her needlessly putting her life at risk if she thought it would protect me.

“We can talk about that later. Now, you said you were willing to do whatever it takes to prove yourself to me. I’d much rather talk about that.”

“Oh?” she chewed her lower lip sexily. “Is there anything in particular you’d like me to do?”

So, so many things.

I shook my head.

“I don’t even know where to start.”

A wry chuckle escaped her lips.

“You know I’m **** to prove myself to you, but you won’t tell me how to do it? That’s cruel,” she said, a playful tone in her voice. “Hm. I guess I’ll have to take the initiative then and hope you’re happy with me.”

She stood up from the bed and faced me.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

She spread her arms out, taking her jacket off and throwing it on the floor. Her shirt came off next, and I was treated with a view of Misty’s toned, dark-skinned belly and bra-clad tits. Her black bra seemed almost too small for those big, chocolate mammaries, and before I could even think about asking to see them, she’d already reached her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor.

Her huge ebony breasts spilled into view. Her titflesh was dark and flawless. Her nipples, dark pink, seemed hard as diamonds.

“Wow." My throat was suddenly dry.

Misty beamed at me again.

“You want to touch them?”

I nodded slowly.

She took a few steps forward, stopping right in front of me.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

Her words put an end to my hesitation.

I reached my hands forward, grasping a big, black breast in each hand. They were soft and warm, incredibly pliant to the touch. Misty gasped when I began squeezing them, subtly pushing her chest into my hands.

“Yeah, that’s it. Grab my tits. I bet you’ve wanted to do this for a while,” Misty said.

“You’re right about that,” I muttered as I continued to explore her breasts. After a minute or so of fondling, I grabbed her nipples and squeezed.

Misty let out an uncharacteristic squeak.

“C-careful, they’re sensitive,” she said. Her cheeks were flushed red.

“Oh yeah?” I gave her hard nipples another pinch.

“Ah!” a hand went to her mouth almost immediately. She glanced back at the door, perhaps wondering if MJ had heard her. I debated telling her that there was nothing to worry about. If MJ discovered us like this, I could always erase her memories of the ordeal. Or…

I smiled.

Or, I could rearrange MJ’s memories again to make her accept being in an open relationship with me. Completely on my side, of course. I wasn’t about to allow any woman of mine to have sex with any other man. I’d always been possessive of things that were mine. I blame that on being an only child.

“Bored already?” Misty’s voice jolted me from my thoughts. She had her hands on her hips, affecting a displeased demeanor, but the subtle upward tilt of her lips told me she knew exactly what she’d done.

I gave her nipples another pinch for that. She was better prepared for it this time, managing to stifle her whimpers.

“Sorry,” I said, feeling nothing of the sort. “I was just thinking about MJ. I think once we’re done here, we should tell her about us.”

Misty blinked.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? As much as I’d love to have you all to myself, I’d rather keep her around as long as possible since she seems to make you happy. A breakup would probably make you decidedly less so.”

Damn, she really did not care about me sleeping with other women.

“I think she’ll be okay with it. Maybe not at first, but I think I can convince her to accept you… us,” I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell Misty about my abilities yet, at least not without adjusting her mind to be a little more accepting of the idea. But if I was going to tell someone, Misty would be the ideal person to confide in. She was smart and resourceful. She had contacts throughout the city and the superhero world. If anyone was going to get me access to hot superheroines (if I decided to go that route), it was her. Well, there was always the upcoming school field trip to the Baxter Building, but I didn’t know if using my abilities on Sue Storm would be a good idea, especially in front of all those potential witnesses. And who knew if the Fantastic Four had any countermeasures built in to prevent such a thing. They didn’t call Reed Richards the smartest man in the world for nothing.

“If you’re sure…” Misty didn’t sound certain at all.

But maybe Misty could help me at the Baxter Building. She’d run into the Fantastic Four on more than one occasion. She might know something that could help me prepare. God, I could just imagine it. The beautiful, powerful Sue Storm, blonde MILF extraordinnaire, stripping naked before me, begging me to fuck her in all the ways her husband hadn't. She was so unbelievably hot. That tight blue Fantastic Four uniform she wore left absolutely nothing to the imagination. As far as I was concerned, she was asking to be brainwashed into my loving sextoy.

But I was getting ahead of myself.

“I am. Don’t worry about it, Misty. Just follow my lead and everything will work out.”

She nodded.

“Sure thing, sir,” she said. Her eyes glimmered with amusement. “Oh. Do you like it when I call you that?”

I did. I really, really did.

“You do, don’t you?” she teased. “Come on, sir. My tits aren’t going to squeeze themselves. Or did you want to do something different?”

I licked my lips.

“Get down on your knees,” I commanded flatly.

“Yes sir,” she obeyed immediately, sinking to her knees in front of me. She looked up at me with a patient smile, waiting for her next order.

“Take my cock out.” The words left my mouth before I couls stop myself.

Her deft fingers were unzipping my fly before I could even finish my sentence. Within seconds, her organic hand had fished my manhood out, exposing it. She wrapped her dark hand around it. Her gloved robotic hand rested on my lap.

Misty’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit, you’re bigger than…” she trailed off.

I smirked, instantly feeling incredibly smug. I mean, I wasn’t that big. Probably a few inches above average at best. But still, it felt weirdly hot to hear a woman proclaim another man’s inferiority to me.

“Bigger than who?” I prodded.

She gulped.

“My ex. I’ve told you about Luke, right?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, you gave me the cliff notes. Super strong with unbreakable skin. Used to be your boyfriend.”

“Yes, that’s him,” Misty almost growled. Hm. It seemed she was getting angry just talking about him. Mission accomplished. God, I loved my power.

“And I have a bigger dick than he does?”

Misty nodded enthusiastically.

“Hell yes. That piece of shit had a tiny dick. At least compared to yours,” she said.

I raised my eyebrows.

“Sounds like you two have some unresolved issues.”

Misty began tugging on my cock without my instruction.

“I’d rather not talk about Luke, if that’s okay,” she said. “I’d prefer to focus on making you happy.”

I leaned back slightly.

“Go on, then. Make me happy.”

Misty didn’t need to be told twice. She lowered her head and wrapped those amazing lips of hers tightly around the head of my cock.

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