Spiderman 2 ½

By

Barnabus

 

 

 

Finished:            10/14/04    

Revised:

 

     

(M/F, Peter Parker (Spiderman) and Mary Jane Watson, First Time, romance.)

 

SUBJECT:

            What happens in the next hour after the movie Spiderman 2 ends?

 

WARNING:

            This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature.   If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.  

 

            Spiderman and Mary Jane Watson are copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by Marvel Comic Books. I am borrowing them for my own pleasure.   (And I hope to give them pleasure also!)  I am assuming that they are both 19 years old, although they could be in their young 20s.  (Sorry, I’m not that much of a follower of Spiderman to know everything about them!)

 

            This is a work of fan-fiction.   This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it.  It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided they are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind.  Posting is permitted on a site requiring an ‘adult verification service’ provided it only costs a few dollars a year for access to many sites (the way "Adultcheck" used to be) but not on an "Adultcheck Gold" site, which requires much more money.

 

            (If you do copy this story to another web page, please give me the courtesy of an e-mail, so I can see where my work is going.  Who knows?  Maybe you’ll introduce me to a new favorite website!) 

 

 

            In the movies, Spiderman 1 and Spiderman 2, Toby McGuire plays Peter Parker and Kirsten Dunst plays Mary Jane Watson, the ‘girl next door’. Another actor plays John Jameson.  Although they are the images that I used when writing this story, this story is not intended in any to reflect upon their personal behavior, activities, morality, character, or upon their ‘real life’ in any way, This is TOTALLY a work of fiction!  In no way this portrayal intended to be a reflection of the actor’s character nor is it an impugning of their personalities or lives.

 

            Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place. .  .  It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.

               

            Birth Control is used consistently in this story because both Mary Jane and Peter are behaving as responsible adults.  In 'real life’ every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.

 

I appreciate your comments, both positive and negative.

Feedback is welcome and accepted at barnabus329@hotmail.com.

 

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Prolog

 

Torn with doubts about his commitment to ‘right and justice’, Peter temporarily abdicated his alter ego of Spiderman, returning to a ‘more normal life’, being with Mary Jane, catching up on his school work, paying more attention to his job, even going to see the Mary Jane perform in her play.

 

The love story between Peter and Mary Jane grows like an Edwardian novel, and something always comes between them.  The ultimate rift came when Mary Jane’s engagement to John Jameson, astronaut and son of Jonah Jameson, the editor of the Daily Bugle, is announced.

 

Of course, during Spiderman’s absence, the crime wave skyrockets.  And Peter is told by some children about how much they miss ‘their hero’.  Finally, when the villain abducted Mary Jane, Peter Parker put on his red and blue mask to sling webs again and win the day!

 

            By the end of the Spiderman 2, Spiderman’s secret identity as Peter Parker has been revealed to Mary Jane and others.

           

On the day of her wedding, Mary Jane left her fiancé, John Jameson at the altar and ran to Peter’s Apartment where she confronted Peter.  Peter told her “Spiderman will always have his enemies.”  And he didn’t want to expose Mary Jane to that danger. 

 

            Ultimately, she accuses him of not giving her the right to make that decision for herself, telling him that she respects his concern and his wish to protect her from danger, she refuses to be left out of the decision.  She is in love with Peter and wanted to be with him regardless of any danger involved.  And Peter finally musters up the courage to tell her that he loves her, too.

 

            They kissed, possibly the first kiss they had ever exchanged (except for the kiss Mary Jane stole from the web-slinger in Spiderman 1.  Almost immediately, Peter’s ‘spider sense’ clicked in as he hears police sirens, and he felt the pull to obey is calling as Spiderman.

 

            This story starts in the seconds after the close of Spiderman 2, the movie . . .

 

 

 

Chapter 1 – Spider man’s departure. 

 

Mary Jane sees the change in Peter Parkers eyes at the distraction of the faint sirens are heard through the open window.    Peter’s boyish face and big blue eyes ooze of vulnerability. 

 

                        “Go get ‘em, Tiger” she had urged.  And she saw the delight in his eyes. And moments later, he had turned to the window and Peter was gone as Spiderman

 

            Mary Jane Watson leaned against the doorjamb to the balcony with a mournful look on her face.  She heard a whoop of joy as Spiderman, her love, swung from web to web down the street, rapidly disappearing from her view.  She knew she had given him permission to leave, and as soon as she had said it, she had regretted her words.   And now he had disappeared from view. 

 

            It had been less than half an half an hour since she had left her fiancé at the alter to run across town to Peter Parker’s grubby apartment in this ramshackled building.  She was still wearing her spotless white wedding gown, white to symbolize her purity, her virginity, and her chasteness as she  presented herself to her husband at the altar.  But she had never made that walk down the aisle, leaving her fiancé standing before the bishop with simply a note in his hand, hastily scribbled, and awkwardly delivered by her maid of honor.  Now, Mary Jane was gazing down the street after Spiderman who was no longer in sight.  She still was wearing her white gown.  She was still a pure, chaste, virgin.  But when she looked down, she saw that there were some dirt spots on the white gown and there were several tears in the skirt where it had been snagged as she had run to Peter’s apartment.

 

            Stepping back into the apartment, she looked around.  She had loved Peter for as long as she could remember.  When she was a little girl, she had a “crush” on him, and always admired him in school, even though he had been (and still was) a pretty scrawny specimen of manhood.  She hadn’t realized why she was so attracted to Spiderman when she first met the web-slinger.  Somehow, she had managed to get a real kiss from Spiderman, and she thought that her response to that kiss was simply hero worship.  Now she knew that it was because she had been kissing the only man she really loved, even though she hadn’t known it was Peter at the time. 

 

            Mary Jane’s relationship with Peter had been unraveling ever since Spiderman appeared some two years earlier.

 

            When Peter and Mary Jane had graduated from high school, she had pursued her acting career, and it had gone well for her.  Currently, she had a very good role in an off-Broadway drama that had been running for over a month, and quite possibly might continue running for a long time. 

 

            Peter had enrolled in college, which was the right choice for him.  He was brilliant!  But he was always disorganized.  That was why it had taken him so long before he had actually come to see her in her play.

 

            Again, looking around the scruffy apartment, she sadly shook her head.  This ‘pad’ was even worse than hers!  And the lock on the door didn’t even work!  But she knew that Peter wouldn’t be using the door when he returned from his current adventure as Spiderman.  He would come in through the 5th story window, the same way he had left. 

 

            What now?  She could go back to her own apartment and wait.  Or she could go back to her apartment, change her clothes and come back here.  Or . . . .

 

            Mary Jane made her decision with a determination that surprised even her.  She would be waiting for Peter when he returned.  Waiting and ready for the man she loved. 

 

            The first thing to do was to improvise a lock for the door.   She pushed the door shut, then shoved a dresser in front of it to block it closed from outside intrusion.  That would have to do for the time being!  Other modifications for the apartment would have to wait until later.  In the meantime, her decision made, she had plans and preparations to make.

 

 

Chapter 2 – Mary Jane’s preparations.

 

            She found a mirror on one wall and gazed at herself in the mirror and pondered.  The wedding gown was beautiful!  And it was designed to make its wearer look beautiful.  And, indeed, it made her feel beautiful!  Her eyes fell to the modest neckline of her bodice.  It was nice!  The gown was nice.   She turned sideways and glimpsed all of the buttons running up the back.  And she remembered how long it had taken her maid of honor to button them all up.  Her plan continued to form and solidify in her mind.

 

            Moving quickly the window, Mary Jane reaffirmed that Peter’s reentry was not eminent,

 

            Pausing, Mary Jane reflected on the past few days and the various events that had brought her to the situation where she was now:  Mary Jane had left her fiancé at the altar, walking out on her own wedding.   Then, still in her wedding gown, she had run across town to the apartment of a man who wasn’t her lover or even a real boyfriend.

 

            She thought back about the time she was getting into her wedding gown in anticipation of her marriage.  Carla, her maid of honor, had been there to help her and furnish moral support. 

 

            When Carla saw that Mary Jane had her panties on underneath her garter belt, Carla quickly demanded a change.  The panties had to be worn over the garter belt!  That would make it easier for Mary Jane to go to the bathroom if necessary.  And also, if John turned into a real animal, he could get the panties off without having to tear off the stockings also.  

 

            Mary Jane had laughed at the thought of John demanding sex before the two of them settled down in their hotel for their wedding night.  But Carla hadn’t laughed!

 

            Carla’s brother, James, who was also John’s best man, had organized John’s bachelor party. 

 

            Alcohol had flowed to excess and John’s tongue had become quite loose.  And through Carla, Mary Jane had received a report of the various comments John had made as his bachelor party progressed.

 

            Mary Jane knew that John had inherited his father’s crassness!  And although John kept it hidden most of the time, when he slipped, the crassness came out with a vengeance!  Relaxed by alcohol, John’s crassness  had surfaced during the bachelor party.  After several drinks, John had confided to his best man that he was extremely exasperated with Mary Jane.  When they first met and dated, she had refused to give him sex.  It became increasingly obvious he expected to receive sex once they had become engaged, and he was exceedingly frustrated when she had continued in her refusal.  She hadn’t ‘put out’ for him, insisting that they wait until after they were married.  John wanted his gratification now and wasn’t pleased with having to wait for his pleasures: even the pleasures that Mary Jane considered reserved for marriage.  Angrily, he had queried if in fact she would be willing to give him sex when finally they were married.  It is part of the contract! He had stated.  Then, he had always become sullen and withdrawn when Mary Jane had asked him, “Am I worth waiting for?”

 

            John had decided that once they were married, as the limo drove them to the reception, he would instruct the limo driver to drive around Central Park continuously while he fucked his bride in the back seat! 

 

            Mary Jane had no objection to consummating their marriage as quickly as possible.  In fact, she looked forward to it.  But the image of rutting in the back seat of a limo, her wedding gown bunched around her waist, and with the dirty-minded driver watching in the rear view mirror, repulsed her.  Why not just make a stop at their hotel before they went to the reception?  Then they could have a glass of champagne and make love between crisp, new silk sheets in the bridal suite!  The thought of doing it in the limo brought forth images of high school kids frantically stealing the forbidden fruit in the back seat of their car at a drive in movie!

 

            Also, John had become extremely graphic describing the sexual proclivities he desired from his loving wife.  Although inexperienced, Mary Jane was no prude.  She thoroughly believed that what took place between a consenting husband and wife and behind closed doors, transcended almost all taboos.  Furthermore, she eagerly anticipated being introduced to new and exciting activities by her more experienced husband!  But some of the things he had described to his best man appalled her!  And even more embarrassing, it had been necessary for her maid of honor to explain what some of the expressions actually meant!  Even thinking about them made her feel dirty!  Still, Mary Jane was determined to be a good and dutiful wife!  She would do whatever her husband asked, even if he wanted to fuck in the backseat of the car.

 

            Carla was disturbed that Mary Jane hadn’t been aware of this part of John’s nature, and of his intention to demand complete possession of Mary Jane as soon as they were married!

 

            Since Mary Jane and John were both Catholics, and since Carla was unsure of Mary Jane’s wishes, Carla carefully approached the question of contraception. 

 

            The question of children had briefly surfaced during their engagement.  And Mary Jane had expressed the opinion that she would rather wait before having children.  After all, they were both young, and an immediate pregnancy might interfere with her budding career in theater.  She thought that John agreed, since he had simply nodded his head. There had been no further discussion of the matter, so Mary Jane thought the matter was settled.  Mary Jane had met with her gynecologist, and had decided to use a diaphragm.  But since she was still a virgin, the doctor had suggested the use of prophylactics on the honeymoon and Mary Jane had made an appointment for a fitting a couple of weeks after the wedding date.

 

            Mary Jane felt shocked and hurt when Carla told her that John had boasted of not buying any rubbers for their wedding night!  Mary Jane had expected that to be his responsibility, so she had given no thought to purchasing that item.

 

            But Carla had!  She produced two boxes of six condoms each.  One box was packed.  The two girls had opened the remaining box, and at Carla’s suggestion one condom was placed in the top of each stocking, one in each cup of her bra, and one over each hip held in place by her garter belt. 

 

            Although Mary Jane had not spoken more to Carla about John, Mary Jane’s mind continued to mull over the conversation.  She remembered various things that had occurred during her engagement to John.

 

            Shortly after they got engaged, John had given her a gift certificate for a complete makeover at an expensive, fashionable beauty salon.   Mary Jane knew that she was attractive, even if it was the ‘girl next door’ variety of beauty, but she had to admit to herself that once the makeover artists finished her work, the results were stunning!  Obviously, John was pleased!

 

            Whenever they went out, he always encouraged her to wear something with a plunging neckline, as if he wanted to show off her cleavage.  His attitude to his friends seemed to be “Look at what belongs to me.  Look and leer!  Because she’s going home with me!”

 

            A couple of times he had taken her to Washington when he had to lobby for funding for NASA.  He had always been disgruntled when she insisted that they have separate rooms.  There were always parties involved, and he had purchased various evening ware for her for these parties.  He would join her at the stores and had always insisted that she buy something her to dress more seductively, something that revealed more skin or cleavage than she was comfortable with, or something with a slit up the side so high that she had to purchase special underwear to accommodate it. 

 

            A couple of times he had referred to him as his ‘trophy fiancée’, which always disturbed Mary Jane.  When she complained, he had apologized and not used the phrase again in her hearing. 

 

            Mary Jane didn’t want to be simply a trophy of some sort, simply to be trotted out and displayed to impress John’s colleagues.

 

            But she overheard him speaking to his friends on several occasions where he had been describing her as a toy and a plaything.  She had even heard him say to a friend that once they were married, he was going to fuck her so much she wouldn’t be able to walk for a month!  Mary Jane felt that sex was something that should be a mutually enjoyable activity.  The idea that her husband would purposely leave her so sore that she couldn’t walk didn’t seem enjoyable to her.  In fact,  it sounded more like abuse.

 

            Mary Jane had always dismissed John’s comments as ‘boy’s locker room talk’, but now she had begun to wonder.  John should be too old to need to raise his self-esteem using such adolescent tactics.

 

            It almost seemed as if John had fixated on the wedding night!  Perhaps she should have John talk to Mr. Johnson, an older man in her theater company who had talked with Mary Jane about life after the wedding.  Maybe he needed to talk with John and tell him that there was, in fact, life after the wedding night!

 

            The selfishness expressed bothered her most of all.   It made her feel like all John wanted was a fuck-toy, or a plaything and a trophy escort rather than a wife and lifetime partner.  She wondered how he would feel about her when she grew older and lost her youthful body and looks.

 

            She remembered her mother talking about how Mary Jane’s father had been Prince Charming before they were married, but he had really turned into a frog once they had said “I do!”  Mary Jane wondered if she was heading down the same road.

 

            And, once again, she remembered the advice of Mr. Johnson, an older man in her theater company.  He had warned her that many girls live their life in anticipation of their wedding day, never thinking beyond that glorious event.  But, he had reminded her, life continues after the wedding.  Although this was an obvious truth, it had startled Mary Jane.  And she realized that all of her thoughts had been centered on the wedding, the preparations, plans, etc.  She had given little thought to life after the wedding. 

 

            It was true that her wedding would be a big milestone in her life!  But it was also true that probably most of her life would take place after the wedding!  And that life would be shared with John.  This helped her put things into prospective.

 

            All of these memories had flooded over Mary Jane when she had heard the strains of the Mendelssohn Wedding March in the church.   Why was she going to commit her life to this animal?  Why was it necessary for her to secrete six condoms on her body before she could even walk down the aisle?  To be sure, John could exude immense charm when he wanted to!  It was the charm that had led her to accept his proposal of marriage.  But during their engagement, she had seen another part of his personality surface.  And there were some things she did NOT like.  She had always tried to ignore this ‘other John’, but as she stood, poised to walk down the aisle, she suddenly realized that the things she disliked the most were probably the ‘real John’, and the ‘charming John’ would disappear once the wedding was over.

 

            She had scribbled a note and run!

 

            At first, she hadn’t realized where she was running, but soon she realized that her feet were taking her to the only man who she really loved!  To Peter Parker!

 

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            Reviving from her contemplations, Mary Jane went back to the mirror to begin her preparations for Peter’s return.  She turned her attention to the image in the mirror before her.  The gown was indeed beautiful!  But it was diabolically difficult to get into and to get out of!  And the ‘long-line’ bra she was wearing beneath it would require a month to remove!

 

            She pulled up the skirt and petticoats to reveal her long, white silk stocking covered legs. The stockings were held in place by a garter belt.      She could see the small square packages outlined against each leg within the top of each stocking.

 

            It was time to begin her preparations for Peter’s return

 

            Straining her arms behind her back, she fumbled with hooks and eyes and the myriad of buttons holding the wedding gown in place.  Once they were opened, she attacked the bra, eventually removing that also.  Once she had removed the bra, there were two condoms in her hand.  She searched and found an almost unused drawer where she cached her bra.  She also deposited four condoms in the drawer. keeping one to the top of each stocking.  Those were all she would need for the present!

 

            Lacking a bra, she pulled up her half-slip so that the elastic band ran above her breasts.  She pulled the wedding gown back into place, and carefully fastened only the top two hooks and eyes.  Then she returned to Peter’s bed and sat, facing the balcony window, and awaited his return.

 

Chapter 3. – Spiderman’s return.

 

            A little more than half an hour had passed when Spiderman returned to Peter Parker’s apartment. He sincerely hoped that Mary Jane would still be waiting there.   Although the sun wouldn’t set for some time, heavy clouds were forming overhead making if feel like nighttime was arriving early.   As he swept through the late summer air, he was thinking more of Mary Jane and less with the thrill of the feeling of flight. 

 

            Approaching his window, he got a glimpse of the white wedding gown.  Peter’s heart gave a leap in his chest.  She was still there!  With a spring in his step, he landed on the balcony and in a flash changed back to his regular school clothes: dark pants with a button down collar shirt.  As he stepped into his apartment, he was once again awed by Mary Jane’s beauty.  She had always been beautiful!  Even as a little girl.  And he always had loved her, even though he had been much too shy to say anything about it.  Then, when he had become Spiderman, he had concluded he would never be able to approach her for fear of putting her into danger, just as he, himself, had moved into an environment of danger.  But now she knew his secret, and she had told him that that wasn’t going to keep them apart!  

 

            She was sitting on the edge of his bed, still in her Wedding gown, and her eyes rose to meet his.  She was perhaps the most beautiful woman in the world!  A smile started in her eyes and slowly covered her whole radiant face.

 

            “I’m glad you’re back, lover,” she greeted him.

 

            Peter was tongue-tied! 

 

            She stood and moved to him, placing her palms on the sides of his face.

 

            “Please indulge me,” she implored.  “I have to find out something!”  And she gently drew his lips to her.  It was a sweet kiss, gentle and loving.  And yet, it seemed to merge two souls into one, almost causing him to convulse!  When the kiss ended, she pressed her cheek against his and whispered, “Yeeeeeeesssss!”  She gave a long sigh!  “That’s the kiss I’ve been waiting for all of my life!”

 

            That determined, she had further business to attend to.

 

            “A few minutes ago,” she started, “you said that you loved me.”  Peter nodded, unable to say a word.  “Is that still true?”  Again, Peter nodded.

 

            “How much do you love me?  Do you love me enough to stand beside me, to take care of me.  To be my partner in life?” Dumbly, Peter nodded again.  It almost sounded as if she were reciting wedding vows.

 

            “And I love you!” she whispered, and their lips drew together.  Their arms encircled each other and their lips pressed passionately together.  It was only the third time Peter had kissed her, or the fourth time if you include the time she had kissed him when he was Spiderman.  His heart raced, he seemed barely able to breathe.  He pressed her to him and he was keenly aware of her breasts pressed against his chest.  Something was not right about the back of her wedding gown, but he couldn’t muster the mental power to try to figure out what it was.  He just let the teenage feelings of the kiss pour over his entire being and the rapture spread throughout his body!  It even made him feel weak in the knees.

 

            Eventually, the kiss came to an end, and she leaned back to look into his eyes.  “Do you really love me?”

 

            It was almost impossible for Peter to speak.  The words seemed to rasp out.  “Mary Jane, I have always loved you!”

 

            Her face lit up like a Christmas tree.  Peter was so happy that he had said something right.

 

            Mary Jane took a step backward.

 

            “I almost lost you today,” she said, constantly maintaining eye contact.  “I almost married someone else.  And if I had, I think I would have regretted that for the rest of my life.

 

            “But there I was, in the church, ready to marry him,” she continued.  “And if I had, tonight I would be giving him my virginity.”  Peter flushed at the frankness of her words.  Again, he still didn’t know what to say.

 

            “I think you know I’m still a virgin.” She stated.  Mutely, Peter nodded his head again.  Theirs had been a long relationship, and they really had very few secrets from each other.

 

            “I think you are a virgin, too,” she  continued.  Again, Peter nodded his head, flushing to an even deeper shade of red.

 

            “I’ve always wanted to save myself for my husband, for the man that I love.  And until these past few months, I knew that I was saving myself for you.  Then things got crazy, and I agreed to marry . . . someone else.  And I’m afraid I’ve hurt him badly by leaving him at the altar like I did.”  Mary Jane’s mouth took on a determined expression.

 

            “I never want to lose you again!” she stated with assurance.

 

            Mary Jane took another step backwards, so that the two of them were almost an arm’s length from each other.  She raised her hands and put them over her shoulders reaching down behind her back.  The action caused her breasts to rise on her chest, capturing Peter’s hungry eyes.

 

            “I am in love with you,” she declared.  “And I want to assure you that I always will.  And I want to confirm our relationship right here and now, to seal the bond between us so that regardless of what happens in the future, we will always have this!”

 

            The bodice of her wedding gown suddenly loosened and the entire wedding gown fell to the floor.  That was what had felt strange when he had had his arms around her!  The entire back of her gown had been unfastened:  Only the top hook and eye held everything in place.  As she dropped her hands to her side, she was wearing only a half-slip that had been pulled up to cover her breasts and extended downward to the top of her thighs.  She had on white hose, but the garters disappeared under the half-slip. 

 

            “I will always love you!” she said with assurance.  “I was prepared to give my chastity to my husband tonight.”  She stepped up to Peter and she began unbuttoning his shirt.  The buttons opened easily and quickly.  “Now,” she concluded, “I still want to give my purity, my innocence to the man I truly love:  to you!”   She slid the shirt off of his shoulders and it dropped. 

 

            Suddenly jarred out of his trance, Peter grabbed her wrists.  “Mary Jane, I . . . I . . . What . . . “ he stammered.  This was a teenaged fantasy come true, and he wasn’t sure that he was ready for it.  “Are you sure?” he croaked out.

 

            Firmly, she extracted her wrists from his hands, and her fingers found and unbuckled his belt.  “I’m more sure of this than of anything else in my life!”  She declared.  And she unzipped his pants with a firm confidence.  During the past few weeks, Mary Jane had fantasized about initiating lovemaking when she was married.  Now she was living that fantasy with Peter.

 

            “But . . . “ Peter gasped.  Words failed him as she opened the last button on his trousers and they fell to the floor. 

 

            Mary Jane put one finger over his lips, only long enough to silence his objection.  Then she took his hands and moved them to elastic holding the half-slip above her breasts.  Her hands went to his side, her thumbs gripping the waistband of his shorts before pausing for a moment. 

 

            “I’ll do yours if you do mine!” she said with a twinkle in her eye and she slowly began to pull his shorts downward. 

 

            Totally at a loss for words, Peter Parker began to pull the half-slip downward and it slipped over her breasts, exposing the most beautiful promontories on earth, each one topped with a pink areola and a very erect nipple.  As her half-slip reached her waist, his shorts passed over his erect manhood, exposing him to her view.  She paused as she stared at his erection, and he believed that it was probably the first, live male erection that she had ever seen.  Quickly, she averted her eyes. And Peter could sense her rapid heartbeat, even though her only touch was her hands on the waistband of his shorts.

 

            After a long hesitation, again, her mouth took on that determined look, and she returned to pushing his shorts further downward.  And he pushed her half-slip over her hips.  The half-slip fell to the floor.  She wasn’t wearing panties.  The only thing she was wearing was her garter belt and her white hose. 

 

            She stepped out of the clothing bunched around her feet and moved to him, embracing him and kissing him deeply.  As flesh pressed against bare flesh and both were painfully aware of the pulsing bulge that was pressing into her stomach, but she refused to pull her hips away from him breaking this contact. 

 

            As the kiss continued, she began stepping backward an inch at a time, drawing Peter with her, until her calves touched the edge of his bed.   Breathing heavily, she broke the kiss and dropped one hand to the top of her stocking.  She extracted a small square package from the stocking and handed it to Peter.

 

            “Can you take care of this?”  She asked.

 

            Eyes wide with astonishment, he accepted the package, whispering, “I think so.”

 

            She pulled the sheet to the side and sat on the bed. Her eyes remained riveted on his, afraid to look directly at his manhood. Mechanically, he tore the package open, removed the condom, and somehow rolled it into place over his very hard penis.    She took his hand as he finished, and lay back pulling him onto the bed with her, leading him between her legs until he was over her and was actually poised at the entrance of her womanhood.

 

            She was afraid.  They both were.  Still uncertain and insecure, once more he asked, “Uuuuhhh, are you sure . . . . “  She wanted to grab him by the buttocks and pull him to her, but she was too self-conscious and fearful. 

 

            Through the fear in her eyes, she managed to say, “Yes, I’m sure!”

 

His inexperience was probably more obvious than hers was.  She could feel his heat and his desire as he searched for her vagina.  But she was impatient, too, and after a few moments of Peter’s adolescent fumbling, she reached between them, found him (my God, he’s so BIG!) and guided him between her lips to her tight opening.  She gave an unconscious intake of breath as he began to enter her.  Then, almost immediately, she cried out as he pressed through her hymen.  They both felt her muscles clamp around him, and he started to pull back.

 

“No, stay!” she gasped, her hands grasping at his hips to prevent is withdrawal.  “Don’t pull out!”  He froze in position, and each could feel the other spasming unconsciously.  Gently, she began to exert pressure on his hips, drawing him deeper into her.  She said, “Give me your virginity while I give you mine!”

 

And with some trepidation and fear, but also with great joy, she gave him her innocence, her purity, . . . her virginity.  Gladly, she cast aside her chastity, eagerly giving herself to the man that she loved.

 

It wasn’t nearly as poetic for Peter.  But eagerly, he sought out her depths, cherishing every moment, every movement, every sensation as he made love with the woman he had loved ever since they were both small children.

 

All too soon, he felt the pressure building within him.  Her hips were rising up to meet his as he pressed deeper into her.  And much too quickly, he pumped his seed into the condom.

 

Chapter 4 – Mary Jane expresses her doubts.

Chapter 4 – Mary Jane expresses her doubts.

 

                Mary Jane was puzzled that it was over so quickly.  There was no doubt that she was no longer a virgin . . . . the pain of losing her maidenhead was undeniable.  She had felt him pulsing inside of her.  But his shrinking inside her told her that it was over.  Had she missed something?  “Was that what it’s all about?” she wondered to herself, feeling as if she had been cheated.

 

                Abruptly, Peter pulled out, and she felt herself getting all wet.  Quickly, Peter recognized his mistake.  When he had withdrawn, he had left the condom behind, and now it was releasing its contents all over her.  Quickly, he found the condom and pulled it from his lover.  And now, condom in hand, he wasn’t sure what to do next.  He rolled to the side and found a candleholder on the nightstand beside the bed, where he deposited the used condom. 

 

                Looking back, he found her watching him with fear in her eyes.  She had found the sheet and pulled it over herself, and thrown the end of it over Peter’s nakedness.  At his confusion, she asked him, “Are you going to leave now?  Or are you going to make me leave?”

 

                “Of course not,” he assured her and wrapped her in his arms, pressing her to his chest.  “Why would I want you to leave?”

 

                The uncertainty in her voice was obvious.  “Well, . . . now that you’ve gotten what you wanted . . .”

 

                “Mary Jane!” he implored.  “I love you!  And I want you to stay with me always.  Always!”

 

                “Always?” she asked, fearful eyes looking up at him.

 

                “Always!” he answered definitely.

 

                “Always!” she purred and, reassured, she relaxed, seeming to melt in his arms.  They stayed like that for a long time.  So what, if there hadn’t been the fireworks she had expected!  Maybe everyone had been exaggerating!   

 

                Mary Jane reveled in the incredible feeling of intimacy she was feeling with Peter.  She had never felt this close, this much in love, with anyone before!  There was a wet spot, the infamous wet spot, beneath Mary Jane.  Also, her loins were wet, and she suspected the dampness was Peter’s semen.  Somehow, she wondered if she should be concerned by the presence of his semen so near to her vagina, but she felt so close to Peter, she didn’t want to do or say anything that might interfere with the intimacy of the moment.  Besides, she had been acutely aware of her menstrual cycle as her wedding date had approached: she knew that even if she had totally unprotected sex, pregnancy was unlikely right now.  She could feel Peter’s damp, flaccid penis pressing against her side as they lay in a long unmoving embrace.  The joy of being held in his arms was more than enough to satisfy her.  At least until she felt his penis begin to twitch again. 

 

Chapter 5 – Again?

 

                She rubbed her cheek against his chest, and self-consciously cleared her throat.

 

                Peter was sensitive enough to recognize she had something on her mind.  “What is it, Mary Jane?” he asked.  And quickly he added, “My love!”

 

                ‘My love.’  Mary Jane liked that.  She knew how deeply she loved him, but there is never any way to know for sure how someone else feels.  Still, she felt very shy and was afraid to speak.

 

                Peter raised her chin and gently kissed her on the lips.  “What is it?” he asked again.

 

                Self-consciously, she spoke.    “I’ve given you my heart,” Mary Jane whispered.   And I’ve given you every part of me.”  She swallowed hard, trying to lift her courage.

 

                She felt absolutely terrified, but fearfully, she valiantly put her fear aside and asked with an all the conviction she could muster, “Can we do it again?”

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                Peter stared at her, unbelieving, but Mary Jane also felt his penis twitch against her side and almost immediately it began to grow.  Mary Jane felt she had to say something.  The words that came out weren’t exactly what she might of planned.

 

                “I mean, I’m feeling like a walking, talking light bulb!”

 

                “Does that mean you’re getting ‘turned on’?” Peter asked, innocently.

 

                “No,” Mary Jane answered, still not thinking of what she was saying.  “I don’t think I can get turned on until I’m screwed!”

 

                Mary Jane turned absolutely crimson, her eyes wide as saucers.  “That didn’t come out the way I meant it!” she whimpered.  “I can’t believe I said that!”

 

                Peter gave her that stupid grin, but then looked at the candlestick holder on the nightstand next to him.  He picked up the used condom, fingering it as he examined it. 

 

“You can’t use it again, can you?”  Peter asked.  He noticed that there were small red streaks on the prophylactic.  With a sudden tightening in his stomach, he realized it was Mary Jane’s virginal blood.


”I don’t think so,” she replied.

 

”Oh!”

 

Mary Jane was pleased with the disappointment in his voice.

 

“Do you want to do it again?”  She asked?

 

She watched the smile spread across his face as he nodded his head.   

 

“Me, too!” she agreed.  “Keep that thought!”  And she slipped out of the bed and padded across the room.  Mesmerized, Peter watched her beautiful bare bottom swing back and forth.  Peter’s eyes bugged out as Mary Jane stopped and bent over to pick up her wedding dress, unconsciously giving him a show that he hadn’t expected.  She carefully draped the dress over an easy chair before continuing to the dresser.  She opened the bottom drawer, one that he never used, and took something out.  Closing the drawer, she padded back to the bed, her perfect breasts swinging in rhythm with her steps. And slipped under the sheet beside him, she placed a handful of condoms in his palm and almost laughed at the stupid expression of amazement on his face.

 

“Carla gave them to me before the wedding.  She insisted that I put one in each stocking, one in each cup of my bra, and one on each hip of my panties.   She said it was just in case John turned into a real animal and didn’t want to wait until we got to our hotel.”

 

                Peter’s eyes moved back and forth between the pile of condoms in his hand and his girlfriend.

 

                Patiently, she explained.  “One is for now,” she said taking one from his hand and holding it up before him as she propped herself up on one elbow, the sheet falling to the side, exposing her breast which drooped slightly under the influence of gravity.  “and the rest are . . .” she faltered “. . . for later . . . “, she concluded.

 

 Peter set the handful of condoms on the nightstand and took the condom from her hand and.  Lying back on the bed, he was about to tear open the package, when his eyes alighted on her still exposed breast.  Tentatively, almost hesitantly, he reached out and touched it. 

 

                She watched with almost apprehensive eyes as his hand approached her nipple. 

 

                “Are they all right?  They’re not too . . .” Mary Jane began falteringly.

 

                “They’re perfect!” Peter interrupted. 

 

                Mary Jane closed her eyes as she felt his fingertips come in touch with her body.

 

                “They are absolutely perfect!” he confirmed and his touch outlined her once again rapidly hardening nipple.  His feather-light touch outlined her nipple and gently his fingers caressed more of her breast.   She let her elbow slip out from under her so she could lie on her back as his fingers explored her.

 

                She gave a sudden intake of breath when he grasped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then whimpered when he pinched.

               

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, pulling his hand away.

 

“Only when you pinch too hard,” she responded.  She led his hand back to her breast, and placed his thumb and forefinger around her nipple.  He began rolling the nipple.  “Mmmmm!  That’s nice!  I like that!” she reassured him.

 

Tentatively, he drew the sheet aside, exposing her other breast, which he also caressed.

 

Timidly, his head moved toward her chest.  She felt his movement, and anxiously watched him.  He paused to meet her reticent eyes. 

 

“May I kiss them?” he asked timidly.

 

With eyes wide, she silently nodded.  She watched as he kissed her breasts, alternating between them, slowly covering most of both mounds.  Eventually, he reached her nipples, as she knew that he would.  She held her breath as he kissed each nipple.  And she gave a small gasp as he drew one fully erect nipple into his mouth and gently sucked.  The thrill of his lips on her nipples was sending waves of excitement through her.  Her hand found the back of his head and gently pressed his mouth harder against her bosom.   Her breathing became harder and faster until she was panting.  His breaths were coming hard and fast also.

 

Suddenly, he pulled away.  Confused, she frowned at him until she realized he was fumbling with the condom package.  She had mixed emotions as she watched him struggle to roll the contraceptive over his erect penis in the shadows.  Then, still panting, she lay back, staring at the ceiling.  She was terribly eager to make love with him again, but she still had a virgin’s fear.

 

Almost as soon as he finished putting the condom on, he was crawling on top of her, and once more, she spread her thighs for him.  Wasn’t there supposed to be foreplay or something, she wondered.   He fumbled, trying to enter her, and she was almost ready to ‘put him in his place’ when he found it all by himself.  Again, she gasped as he entered her, feeling his excitement as he quickly was thrusting into her.   It thrilled her that he was so single minded in making love to her, but somehow wondered if she was being left behind.  He certainly was an enthusiastic and exuberant lover.  She hoped as he, or they became more experienced, there would be more in it for her!  She loved Peter intensely.  And she truly treasured the intimacy they were sharing!  But also, she would certainly enjoy experiencing one of those mind-blowing orgasms that some of her girlfriends had described.

 

Again, in a matter of minutes, he was grunting hard, rutting deeply into her.  Eagerly, she thrust her hips back to meet his because she could feel more stimulation from the increased thrust as they both worked together.  But soon, he stiffened and she felt him pulsing within her.  Why wasn’t she experiencing more? 

 

 

Chapter 6 – Mary Jane looks.

 

                Gradually, Mary Jane woke.  She had dozed off in Peter’s arms.  She still felt his arm protectively lying across her waist and he was gently stroking her hair.  The gentle touch of his hand felt like the caress of angels’ wings.  He had pulled the sheet up to cover her shoulders, keeping her comfortably warm.  She opened her eyes to find him gazing, smilingly, at her.  It had grown dark outside. 

 

                “Are you awake?” Peter whispered.

 

                Mary Jane nuzzled her face against Peter’s chest, as she answered, “That depends on your intentions.”

 

                “My intentions are strictly dishonorable and absolutely selfish,” he assured her.

 

                “Then I’m as wide awake as you want me to be!”  She kissed his naked chest.  “Do you have any candles?” Mary Jane asked. 

 

                Peter nodded to the kitchen.  “There are some in the right hand drawer.” 

 

                Mary Jane slipped from under the sheet and padded buck-naked to the kitchen.  She found the candles and set a couple in candleholders, which she brought back to illuminate Peter’s sleeping area.  Peter was sitting up and had tucked the sheet over his waist.   Once the candles were in place and lit, Mary Jane again disappeared into the kitchen.  Just seeing her pad out of the room and back into the room had Peter growing harder.  Mary Jane emerged from the kitchen with two bowls of ice cream.  They sat on the bed and feasted.  Peter was still covered by the sheet, but Mary Jane sat, boldly, on top of the sheet, her legs crossed Indian style, frankly displaying her femininity to his gaze.. 

 

                She had shared her body with Peter as intimately as two human beings can.  There was no way she was going to let false modesty interfere with their time together. 

 

                Eventually Peter decided he had to keep his eyes on neutral ground, because he couldn’t resist the temptation to stare at her beautiful nude form sitting before him.  By not looking at her, his erection, hidden from her view by the sheet, eventually subsided.   They made small talk until the ice cream was finished.  Then Mary Jane took the bowls and set them on a nightstand. 

 

                Their eyes met, and they smiled at each other.  Suddenly, self-conscious, Mary Jane cleared her throat.  Somewhat nervously, she asked, “Peter, do you mind if I satisfy some of my feminine curiosities?”

 

                “Curiosities?” asked Peter asked, not sure what she wanted.

 

                Mary Jane slid beneath the sheet next to him and put her hand on his chest.  “Yes, feminine curiosities,” she repeated, and her hand slid down over the sheet to find his limp member and rest softly on top of it.  “Feminine curiosities,” she paused as she felt him stir under her hand, “about the male anatomy . . .”

 

                Realizing what she wanted, he also stammered, “Ummm, sure, I don’t mind.  You can do whatever you want.”

 

She rose to her elbow, and her small hand began exploring him through the sheet.  Peter lay back, watching her as she slowly pulled the sheet aside, revealing his slowly stiffening manhood.  Her dainty fingers encircled him and squeezed, eliciting a moan from him.  She leaned forward to examine him more closely in the candlelight, and carefully felt around his crown before allowing her fingertips to move downward, exploring his testicles within his scrotum.  Again, her fingers returned to his now rampant penis.  There was more of him to encircle this time, and wide eyed, she looked from his member to his eyes, then back to his member again.  He was still growing!

 

Mary Jane bent closer and kissed his penis.  Then let her tongue caress it, before her lips surrounded the tight crown.   She backed off, running her tongue around her lips, concentrating on the taste of his pre-cum.  Then she looked at him, apologetically.  “I know guys are supposed to like it when a girl takes him into her mouth . . .  but, I’m not sure . . .”

 

“It’s all right,” he reassured her.  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

 

Relief flowed over Mary Jane’s face.  Hesitantly, she looked down at his fully erect penis, filling her grip.  She moved it side to side as she gazed at it. 

 

“I don’t believe it!” she murmured.  “I simply don’t believe it!”

 

Mary Jane heard a tearing sound.  Looking up, Peter had opened another condom package.  This time, he guided her hand as, with his help, she slowly rolled the lubricated condom over his penis.  It fit like a second skin.  Looking to him for instructions, he put a hand on her hip and urged her to straddle him.  Then he lined her up over him and following his lead, she slowly began to settle herself down on him.  Once again, she gave a small gasp as he entered her.  Then she paused.

 

“Peter,” she whispered, blushing.  “Can I . . . . may I . . . . look?

 

He smiled at her.  “Of course you can!” he reassured her.  “You can do whatever you want.”

 

And they both looked.  And they watched as she lowered herself onto him and his penis slowly disappeared from view, sinking into her depths until her pubic hair was meshing with his.  It looked like they were truly joined together.  She was utterly amazed that his entire length fit into her without causing her discomfort.  Following his guidance, she raised her hips upward and she watched with amazement as she almost completely slid off of him before he stopped her.  Then she watched again as she lowered her torso and saw, as well as felt his penetration of her womanhood!  It was fascinating, watching him sink into her.  She had felt that experience earlier, now she was watching it!

 

His hand went to the juncture of her legs, gently sliding between her lips, and suddenly she felt the increased stimulation of his touch of her clitoris.  Suddenly, she didn’t want to look anymore.  Rather, she began riding him up and down like a merry-go-round.  Closing her eyes, once again she enjoyed the sensation of the loving connection between a perfectly matched man and woman.

 

It was a joint effort, just as all of their lovemaking had been.  He pressed his hips upward to meet her downward thrust, and both of them experienced the rush to culmination.  When Mary Jane heard his breath becoming ragged, she opened her eyes again to watch him as he rose to climax with her.  Again, she felt him spurting his seed into her, but was disappointed that there was very little to see as she watched on the outside.  There seemed to be a white ring around the base of the condom, which she concluded was probably lubrication either from her or from the condom.  She also noticed a small amount of leakage from the base of the condom.

 

This climax had been enjoyable, but not particularly earth shaking, so she began to rise to lift herself off of him.  Immediately, his hand went to the base of the condom to keep it on him, and not to permit her to take it with her as she left him.  Once she was free from him, she lay beside him, watching him as he shrank.  When he was limp, she carefully removed the condom and put it with the others in the empty candleholder beside the bed.  She noticed with pleasure that the candleholder was getting full!

 

Feeling a little awkward lying on her side, she pulled a pillow down and wedged it behind her.  Returning her examination to his limp penis, she started to reach for it again, but paused to look up at him.  He was lying with his head on a pillow watching her.  Seeing her hesitation, he nodded again, giving permission for her to continue to satisfy her ‘curiosities’.  Again, she touched him.  His penis was limp, but wet, covered with a thick, viscous fluid . . . his semen!  She raised her wet finger to her tongue.  Mary Jane wasn’t sure what she expected, but the slightly salty fluid was neither pleasant nor unpleasant to the taste. 

 

 

Chapter 7 – the telephone call.

 

Both of the teenagers jumped as the telephone rang.

 

Their eyes met and Mary Jane nodded, so Peter answered the phone.  One more time, Mary Jane found the sheet and pulled it over her hips.  Peter listened to the voice on the phone for a moment and silently mouthed “Your father!” to Mary Jane.  Then he mouthed, “Do you want to talk to him?”

               

Mary Jane’s mouth firmed up and she nodded, sitting up and crossing her legs, adjusting the sheet over her hips.  Peter watched his girlfriend sitting on his bed.  The sheet covered her legs, but she was sitting bare-breasted before him as she spoke to her father.

 

                “Mary Jane!  What happened?  When we couldn’t find you, I called your apartment several times and left messages on your machine.  What happened?”  Mary Jane’s father was yelling so loud that Peter could easily make out the words.

 

                “I’m sorry, Daddy.  But when I left the church, I ran over to Peter’s apartment to talk with him.”

 

                “But what happened?  Why didn’t you marry John?  Why did you leave?”

 

                “I’m sorry, Daddy, But I realized that he just wasn’t the right man for me.  I don’t love him enough to marry him.”

 

                Peter realized that Mary Jane might want privacy during this conversation, so he sat up and put his feet on the floor.  His escape was stopped as Mary Jane placed a hand on his shoulder, drawing him back into the bed.  She wanted Peter to hear this conversation, to know where she stood.

 

                “And you walked all the way to Peter’s?  In your wedding gown?” her father demanded.

 

                “Actually, I ran all the way to Peter’s.”

 

                “Your mother paid a lot of money for that wedding gown.  You should take care of it.  You shouldn’t be sitting around in it.”

 

                “I’m not just sitting around in it, Daddy.  I took it off shortly after I arrived.”

 

                There was a hesitation on the other end of the phone.  “Then, what are you wearing?”

 

                Mary Jane looked down and blushed as she realized for the first time that she was sitting bare-breasted in front of Peter.  Without thought, she raised her hand to cover her nakedness, but had the presence of mind to answer her father softly, “Daddy, you don’t want to know.”

 

                There was an even longer pause on the other end of the phone.  Finally, the shaky voice of her father spoke.  “Well, you call us when you get back to your apartment tonight.  We want to be sure you get home safely.”

 

                Peter reached out and grasped her hand that was covering her breasts and insistently pulling it downward and out of the way, restoring his view of her naked torso. 

 

Mary Jane looked lovingly at Peter, reclining beside her, smiling at him.   She spoke to her father, “I won’t be calling back tonight, Daddy.  I’m safe with Peter.  And I will be spending the night with him!”  Oh, how she loved that stupid grin that Peter gave her as he recognized the ramifications of what she was saying.  Peter reached over to pick up another condom, then returned to watching his love as he toyed with the sealed package, the stupid grin still on his face!

 

                It wasn’t often that Mary Jane’s father was speechless.  But he was, now.  Finally he collected his wits enough to demand, “Let me talk to Peter!”

 

Without blinking an eye, she responded,  “No, Daddy, you may not talk with Peter.  It is my choice to be here.  What’s happening here is our business, not yours.

 

 “What are the two of you doing?”

 

                “You don’t want to know that, either, Daddy,” was her quiet response.  Then she added, “But you’re still young enough to remember what it was like to be young and in love, aren’t you?”

 

                Another pause.  Then, quietly, “Yes, I remember.  Mary Jane, are you . . . “

 

                Mary Jane held her breath, afraid he would ask a question that would require a complete and straightforward answer.  She was determined that she would not lie to her father. 

 

He asked such a question, but it wasn’t the question she was expecting.

 

                “Are you . . . being . . . careful?”

 

                Mary Jane felt an enormous sense of relief.  “Yes, Daddy, I am . . . we are.”

 

                “Then call us when you can.  I have to talk with your mother.”

 

                “Thank you, Daddy!  I love you!  And you may have to remind her that I’m a grown up now.  I’m living in my own apartment and on my own.  I’m old enough to make my own decisions.”  Mary Jane was still angry at being called while she and Peter were . . . being . . . intimate. 

 

                “But you’re still her little girl.” Her father replied.

 

                “That’s true,” she said.  She couldn’t resist the temptation to rub her father’s nose in it.  “But I’m not doing anything tonight that I wouldn’t be doing if I had gotten married this afternoon.”

 

                But you’re not married to Peter.  If you were married, it would be different.”   She heard him give a deep sigh. 

 

                “I know, Daddy.  But I love him!  I’m really in love with Peter!

 

                “I understand,” her father responded.  “Call us when you can.”

 

                “Good night, Daddy,” she said, trying to bring the conversation to a close.

 

                “Good night, Mary Jane,” he agreed.  Then, “Oh, Mary Jane!  I suggest you don’t talk too much about this to your mother.  It will upset her.”  Mary Jane nodded her head, even though he couldn’t see her through the phone lines.  He continued, “But if you want to talk to me about it, I will understand!” he assured her.

 

                They made their goodbyes and the phone went dead.  Mary Jane handed the phone to Peter who returned it to its cradle.  For a moment, Mary Jane simply sat there gazing into infinity her lovely breasts rising and falling with each breath.  Finally, she said, partially to Peter and partly to herself, “Poor man.  He’s trying so hard to be a good daddy.”

 

                “He loves you a great deal,” Peter observed.

 

                “I know he does,” she agreed.  Once again, she dropped her eyes to her bare breasts, fully exposed to her lover.  Then with an act of shear determination, she reached down and threw the sheet from the bed, leaving both Peter and herself completely uncovered.  Her eyes immediately found his limp penis.  She reached out to grab his instrument, squeezing it as if she were milking it.  

 

Chapter 8 – Show me how much you love me!

 

                Lying back on the bed, pulling him over her, felling his weapon harden within her grip.  As her breasts flattened again beneath his weight, she desperately hugged him to her and begged him, “Tell me you love me, Peter!  And then make love to me!  And show me how much you love me!”  The forgotten pillow was beneath her, and she didn’t want to stop to move it.  It was positioned directly underneath her backside, raising her hips a few inches above the bed.

 

                Peter was more than happy to comply with her request, quickly rolling a condom into place and moving between her welcoming thighs.  Although not completely erect, he was hard enough to enter her and again she gave a small gasp as he entered her, and began a slow pumping motion as he continued to harden and grow within her.   Her hips immediately matched his rhythm.

 

                Mary Jane wasn’t really paying attention to their sex.  Her attention was still on the phone call.

 

                “Why did he have to do that?” she wondered out loud.  “This was the most wonderful night of my life and now he’s made me feel like it’s somehow dirty.”  Unconsciously, she let her hips roll naturally into Peter’s thrusts.

  

                “I love you,” Peter whispered into her ear, pressing deeper to meet her thrust.

 

                “He wouldn’t be calling me like that if I had married John this afternoon,” she continued giving her hips an extra thrust as if to emphasize her thoughts.   Peter moaned in response and she froze for a moment before rolling her hips the same way again, eliciting another groan from Peter.  She rolled again.  This time she was concentrating on the new sensation that was spreading throughout her.  There was something different this time.  Was it because of the pillow under her bottom?  Was it because of the way she was rolling her hips?  She rolled her hips again, feeling the electricity spread through her.  Peter moaned again, and she moaned also.

 

                As she continued rolling her hips, she carefully slid her hand between their two bodies.  She found him and her fingers felt his penis sliding in and out of her.  Experiencing his thrusts in two ways at the same time was tremendously erotic, and she felt a new eroticism spreading throughout her.  He had become awfully big!  He couldn’t really be that big, could he?  Yes, he could!  She had seen him.

 

                Her fingers found and separated her lips, widening the pathway for him, which encouraged him to press even deeper into her.  But somehow, this reduced the growing sensations within her.  Her fingers released her lips and moved her hand up to her pubis, gently pressing her labia together, unknowingly pressing her clitoris downward.  She cried out with pleasure with his next thrust as his penis lightly grazed her clit.  She cried again, and again, her volume increasing with each thrust.  He pumped more energetically, causing her to rise toward orgasm even more enthusiastically. Peter didn’t know what had caused the change in her reaction, but he was becoming tremendously excited! 

 

                Peter had to put his hand over Mary Jane’s mouth to muffle her spontaneous scream as her bucking hips almost threw him from the bed, so powerful was her orgasm.  Of course, Peter’s response matched hers, but with somewhat less noise as he pumped his seed into her depths.  Both continued the futile attempt to continue pumping into each other with the hope of making their respective orgasms continue forever. 

 

                Eventually, both collapsed in a tangled heap on top of Peter’s bed, both naked, with the sheet still dangling over the edge of the bed.  She tightened her arms around him, and the two lay pressed against each other for what felt like an eternity!  After several minutes of mindless exhaustion, Peter rolled to one side, careful to take the condom with him, and he looked at the beautiful Mary Jane.  She was staring at the ceiling, her eyes blinking with the expression of a bird that had just flown headlong into a window.  Both were panting, lying beside each other on the narrow bed.   Mary Jane rolled to her side, her face cradled in the soft area beneath his shoulder, her breath tickling the hair on his chest. Her heart still palpitating, she whispered to no one in particular:  “So that’s what it’s all about!”  And she gave a deep sigh!  Maybe everyone had not been exaggerating, after all!    She was definitely going to keep that pillow exactly where it was! 

 

                “This is the most wonderful night of my life!” she whispered into his ear.  Peter nodded his agreement.

 

                “I love you!” she whispered voicelessly.

 

                “I love you, too!” came his barely audible answer. 

 

                Slowly, she lifted her face toward his and gradually her eyes came into focus. She whispered, “I’ve been in love with you since I could first remember.” She ran one hand over his chest “And this is what I’ve been waiting for all these years!”

 

                Eagerly, she lifted herself, clasping both hands on his chest, her chin cradled in her hands as she smiled into his eyes.  “Can we do it again?  Now?”

 

Again, she reached down and grasped him in her fist, but there was no response from his limp member.  She tried pumping in her hand, but he didn’t respond. 

 

When she looked up at him questioningly.  Apologetically, he explained, “A man needs a period of time to recover before he can perform again.”

 

“Why?” Mary Jane demanded?

 

Peter thought for a moment.  “I don’t know,” he responded, and she accepted his statements.

 

“How long does it take?” She asked, looking down at his limp penis lying unresponsive in her hand.

 

“It varies,” he answered.  “In a young person like me, it can take anywhere from 30 seconds to maybe half an hour.”

 

Mary Jane reclined beside her lover, once again cradling her face to his chest still holding his penis in her hand.  She felt good!  She kissed his chest and once again, his strong arms surrounded her, and he stroked her hair again.  She could wait.  Thirty seconds would be fine, but half an hour was not too long.  She smiled again.  Yes, she could wait!

 

And, once again, she felt a faint stirring in her hand.

 

The end

 

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