MJ fantasizes

Mary Jane had gotten cleaned up and left the studio having Katzenberg's limo drop her back off at home.

After cleaning up with a hot shower (finally), she went to her bedroom. While brushing out her hair, she noticed her phone.

*Blooop*

It was a text message from Peter.

"Sorry hun. Avenger apparently need me for some 'Thanos-type' threat in space. I'll be back as soon as I can. Love you."

MJ threw her phone in frustration, watching it as it *cracked* against the wall.

"Fuck!"

*Goddamnit Peter* she thought to herself.

She needed Peter. She was all alone and having gone through yet another ordeal, she was stuck to figure it out on her own.

As Mary Jane laid down on her bed, she drifted in and out of sleep. Her thoughts unwittingly swinging to thoughts of Katzenberg touching her, of his mouth kissing her body, of his cock entering her. She pushed her hand down to her pussy, teasing herself as she dreamed of his large cock head slowly pushing inside of her. She grabbed her breast with another free hand and fantasized about Nick fondling her, touching her just the way she needed.

A couple minutes into her arousing dream, she was breathing heavier, her body rising and moving with her hands.

"oh... oh fuck....oh yes," she moaned out softly.

Now she was deep into it. Her thumb was rubbing her clit as she *squelched* a finger or two inside of her wetness, moving faster and faster.

"Yes.... Yes.... Yes.... Keep going... keep going..."

She tightly held her breast, her legs tensed up, she was right at the crescendo.

"Yes.Yes.Yes.Yes.Yes..... keep going.... keep going... oh f-f-fuckkkkk....ohhhh Nick!" She shouted as she hit the spot, almost orgasming.

She suddenly stopped as she realized what she said.

"Oh no..... fuck fuck fuck fuck....FUCK!!!"

She broke the fantasy, a single touch away from eruption. Her hands pulled from any erogenous touching she was just engaged in.

She sat up in bed, wide awake now."God damn you, Peter! Damn you for leaving me here all alone."

She started to cry as she balled up under the sheets feeling alone and fragile.