MJ gets a little too curious

Mary Jane waited on the couch for a while, flicking through her phone. The couch was a lot more comfortable than it looked. She kicked her feet back and rested her head on the pillow that had been placed on the end of the couch. She kept scrolling through her incoming text messages. One of the downsides to being the most popular girl in school – people just did not leave you alone.

I mean I love my girlfriends and guy friends, but there definitely comes a point when you gotta just live your own life, you know?

Her phone buzzed. A notification popped up. A text message from Peter.

MJ was surprised by how little she cared. She dimly remembered her heart skipping a beat at point whenever she’d seen his name pop up on her phone. Had she really looked forward to hearing from him at one point? She shook her head.

Maybe I did. We are together after all, so I must have felt something for him at some point. Right?

She shook her head. A dim, half-remembered part of herself told her that something was wrong. That at one point she’d loved Peter and that he’d meant the world to her.

It was the barest whisper. Easily ignored. After all, if she truly cared about Peter, why was the voice that insisted that she did so incredibly weak and uncertain? And why did she love Adam so much it hurt?

Now, her heart skipped a beat. She thought about her new boyfriend. He looked somewhat like Peter, now that she thought about it. Pale skin, dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. They were different, of course, in small ways. Peter’s eyes were kind, they always seemed to tell you that no matter what he’d always make time for you. She’d always admired that about him, even when they’d been just friends.

Adam’s eyes were different. Harder. Stronger. There was a pain behind them that Peter lacked, though both boys had gone through similar hardships. There was also a desire. A hunger that Adam expressed that Peter just straight up lacked. It’d taken Peter months to broach the topic of sex, always pussyfooting around the issue like a timid schoolboy, which she supposed he was. Adam had never been shy about his lust for her, the way his dark eyes just roved over her body when they were in class together made her pussy tingle and clench.

God, she wanted to fuck him again. She wanted him inside her where he belonged, stretching her out. She wanted to spend the whole night there with him doing all the things that Peter would be too scared to ask for. She just… felt so safe with him in a way she never had with Peter. And it was strange. Peter was superhuman. He was Spider-Man. Surely that’d be enough to make her feel safe, right? Except, it wasn’t. He was always away when she needed him. The look in his eyes that promised he’d be there whenever he was needed wasn’t meant for her. Peter’s promise belonged to the people of New York. It was admirable and heroic, yet he’d never been for her when she’d needed him. Not one time. Instead, Adam had. He’d comforted her, given her company when she’d needed it. And even when Adam was gone, she still thought about him, and that had always made her feel better. She’d even dreamed about Adam, for God’s sake! And in the nights when she’d lie awake thinking about him, she’d furiously masturbate, sweat covering her lithe body as she imagined him settled between her legs, cock pumping furiously in and out of her sopping wet pussy.

Fuck!

Adam was… he was her whole world. The guy she’d always been searching for. She was starting to realize that now. Already she was picturing what their relationship might look like months, even years down the line. She imagined them going to the prom together, dancing and kissing, and then having a night of passionate sex afterward. She pictured them going to college together, maybe even renting an apartment, just the two of them.

She imagined the years drifting by and saw herself walk down the aisle. Adam, older and somehow even more handsome, waiting at the altar, the eyes she loved so much staring at her, making her weak in the knees.

Further into the future, they’d buy a house and soon after she’d give birth to their first kid. The first of several if she had anything to say about it. They’d have Adam’s dark hair and her own brilliant emerald eyes. The perfect mesh between the two of them.

The voice that had so insistently whispered that she’d loved Peter was silent now. She smiled with relief. It was good to not have any doubts.

Her phone buzzed again, rudely.

Peter’s name showed up on the screen once more. She glared at it angrily, even though intellectually she knew Peter hadn’t interrupted her train of thought intentionally. It irked her that they were still together. She so badly wanted to end it. For a moment she considered doing it over the phone, but something stopped her. It didn’t feel right, ending things that way. Peter was a great guy and didn’t deserve to be broken up in such an impersonal, callous way. No, she’d do it tomorrow after school, in person.

Mind made up, she opened Peter’s text messages.

<"Hey MJ, want to come over for dinner?">

<"Aunt May’s making her famous brisket!">

It was testament to how not in the mood she was to talk to Peter that her neglected stomach didn’t even grumble at the thought of a home cooked meal courtesy of Peter’s aunt. An unpleasant knot curled in her chest when she realized that after she and Peter broke up, she’d probably never see May Parker again. Never see the woman’s kind smile or hear the endearing, sometimes naughty tales from her youth. The subtle teasing she’d always thrown Peter’s way when she saw them together. She’d always loved visiting the Parker household, and despite the fact that she no longer loved Peter, she was going to miss being invited there. It was a home away from home.

She scanned the apartment around her. It was clean and well-maintained, but it lacked the lived-in feel of the Parker residence. It wasn’t so surprising, she supposed. Mrs. Marcus didn’t seem like the most loving mother or that she spent a lot of time at home. It was mostly just Adam living here.

When she thought about Adam coming home after school to an empty apartment, with not another soul in sight, something broke inside her. He must have been so lonely. If only she’d realized how she felt earlier and went out with Adam instead of Peter, she could have helped him. Another reason to hate herself for stupidly agreeing to go out with Peter.

MJ returned her attention to her phone and typed out a response to her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

<"Can’t, sorry. Gotta study. Talk to you tomorrow?">

She sent it and put her phone down on the nearby coffee table. It buzzed again almost immediately, but she didn’t bother answering it. Thinking about the pain Adam had gone through had upset her.

Glancing toward Adam’s room, she realized that Adam and Misty Knight had been in there for well over half an hour.

What could they be talking about that would take this long?

She knew she should have stayed put. Misty and Adam seemed like they’d known each other for a while, so whatever they had to discuss privately was sure to be important.

What if it’s about what Adam’s been going through? What if he needs help?

Worry gnawed at her insides. After a minute or so she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’ll just go listen and see if it’s something serious. If it’s not, then no big deal. But…” she bit her lip.

If Adam’s going through something it’s my responsibility as his girlfriend to help him through it. If it turns out to be nothing, I won’t bother them again.

Mind made up, she set her jaw and stood up. She strode over to Adam’s door. Her phone buzzed behind her, but she ignored it.

Her heart beat a mile a minute as she approached the door, her ear almost touching the wood.

She heard something, but it was a far cry from a voice.

Is that… slurping?

“Oh my god, Misty. You’re amazing. Shit, that feels sooooo good.” She heard her boyfriend say.

Her heart turned to stone in her chest.

What the hell?

She grabbed the doorknob and twisted. It was unlocked. She cracked open the door as quietly as she could. Her eyes widened at what she saw.

Adam and Misty were on the bed naked. The black woman was on all fours, her face buried between Adam’s legs. Misty’s big, round ass jutted up obscenely. Her pussy glistened with arousal. Adam had his fingers laced in Misty’s hair as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, producing lewd slurping sounds.

What… why…?

MJ’s eyes grew watery. She didn’t understand. She loved Adam and Adam loved her. At least, she’d believed him when he’d told her he did. Everything she knew about Adam said he was an honest, decent person. So, why was he cheating on her? Was this something that happened spontaneously or had it been going on for a long time?

MJ had a sickening feeling that this hadn’t been the first time that Adam and Misty had done this. It was so wrong. She’d helped raise him and was basically his aunt! She wanted to throw up, but even more than that she wanted to burst in there and give them both a piece of her mind.

I was such an idiot to think this would work.

She shoved the door open and entered the room, startling both occupants when the door slammed against the wall.

Misty’s mouth popped off Adam’s sizable member. Saliva dribbled from between her lips. Her dark eyes stared at her, though oddly enough she didn’t seem surprised, worried, or even ashamed. Instead, she simply smiled. MJ didn’t know why, but something about the smile frightened her. Maybe it was the lack of remorse. Any other woman in her position would at least blush out of shame or maybe even try to clothe herself or hide under the covers. Not Misty. The dark-skinned woman’s dark eyes met hers unflinchingly as if to say, “Yes, I slept with your man. What are you going to do about it?”

She felt a flash of hatred towards the older woman and redirected her gaze towards Adam.

Adam, for his part, averted his gaze. That made her angrier.

“No, you don’t get to look away from me! Explain what’s going on here, right now!” MJ snarled. She put as much heat into her voice as possible.

“MJ, I-”

“You know what? Forget it. I’m leaving. I don’t want to see you ever again,” she turned and left, ignoring Adam when he called after her. She grabbed her book bag and shoes. By the time she made her way to the apartment door, she heard footsteps behind her.

Just leave. Ignore him.

She took her hand off the door handle and turned to face Adam.

He was still naked, and despite her anger she couldn’t help but trace her eyes up and down his body.

God, why does he have to be damn good-looking!

Her eyes focused on his cock. Still hard and bobbing slightly. And wet. Her anger surged again in full **** when she realized that the moisture on Adam’s cock was Misty’s saliva.

She glared at him, crossing her arms beneath her large breasts. No man of hers got to cheat on her and get away with it, even if he had the most amazing body and cock she’d ever laid eyes on. A quiet voice in her mind whispered that she had no right to complain after she’d so readily cheated on Peter, but she silenced it immediately.

It’s not the same. Peter and I are about to break up.

“MJ, if you could just let me talk…”

He reached to touch her. She pulled her arm away and raised her other one threateningly. Adam backed off.

“What’s there to explain?” her voice was quieter now, colder. Those who knew her and heard that tone of voice from her knew they had truly, utterly messed up. Adam flinched slightly. She’d have smiled if she wasn’t so hurt and angry. “You’re sleeping with Misty. She’s basically your aunt, for God’s sake! Am I… did I mean anything to you or were you just using me so you could fuck me?”

Adam sighed.

“It’s not like that, I promise. In fact, I love you more than anyone else in the world.”

MJ snorted.

“Yeah right. If you loved me you wouldn’t cheat on me with a woman who’s basically your aunt while I’m in the next goddamn room!”

Why the hell am I still talking to him? I should just go.

Yet something kept her here. She didn’t know what. Perhaps she needed to vent to him. Or maybe a part of her really wanted to hear whatever bullshit excuse he had lined up so she could dismiss his so-called confession of love to her for what it was: a bold-faced lie to convince her to sleep with him.

Adam nodded to himself.

“You weren’t supposed to find out about us yet. I’m sorry, MJ. I hadn’t wanted to do this to you again so soon.”

She frowned.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Adam’s eyes narrowed, as if he were concentrating on something.

She blinked.

Ow… my head… what the…

She blinked again. For a moment, she felt as if her brain were a clump of ground beef. She imagined it being rearranged between her ears. She wanted to sigh. To laugh. To cry.

Oh God…

As soon as the feeling had come, it was gone.

She dropped her book bag – why had she even been carrying it? Oh yeah, she’d wanted to check and see that she remembered to bring her coursework home, which of course she had – and gave her boyfriend a dazzling smile.

“Oh my God, seeing you and Misty together was so hot,” she grinded her legs together. Fuck, her pussy was so wet. Seeing the dark-skinned private detective with her plump blowjob lips wrapped around Adam’s cock had been one of the most amazing experiences of her life. She’d always fantasized about sharing Adam with other women, Misty in particular. The woman’s huge breasts and big, juicy ass had been the focus of more than one of her masturbatory fantasies. “Adam, you have no idea.”

Adam smirked, and she felt as if butterflies were fluttering in her chest.

“You want to come in and join us?”

Her smile grew wider. She barely resisted the urge to hop up and down in celebration. She felt like she’d just won the lottery! She felt so goddamn happy!

“You betcha!”

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