Title: Coming To Terms
Author: John O'Connor
Email: lushcoltrane@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Gwen Stacy & Mary Jane Watson (among others).
Category: Mainly first time, as well as established relationships.
Date: 31 January 2001
Website: None (to date).
Disclaimer: All characters are owned and copyrighted by Marvel Comics Group. No infringement for profit is intended.
Summary: Gwen Stacy is confused by her feelings after the eerie incident outside the boutique's dressing room and decides to confront the main inspiration of her new feelings.
Notes: Loose sequel to "An Afternoon Off." _______________________________________________________
Coming To Terms
Gwendolyn Stacy arrived home to the Queens house she shared with her father, Captain James Stacy, NYPD. She had just left work after a long, slow day and was still in uniform, as Peter jokingly referred to her designer dress.
She smiled when she thought of her boyfriend, Peter Parker. He was such a surprise to the girl. So shy and reserved but with an underlying passion and commitment. And he was a wonderful lover. She had determined that much from the bitching she had overheard in the girls' locker room in high school before graduation.
She supposed she loved him, as much as any high school senior could. She knew he was the first boy she really felt any attraction to. And he was the one who had taken her cherry.
Peter was home, quite upset as his Aunt May was in the hospital again. Gwen went over to give him a shoulder to cry on. As they sat and talked, she leaned in and kissed him. Before either teenager was aware of what was happening, Peter was inside Gwen. The feelings his cock created in her pussy wiped out any pain from her broken hymen. And he somehow was able to hold his own orgasm in check until she had come twice.
They had made love two other times since then. One time, they made love beneath the Boardwalk at Coney Island. The other time, Peter had borrowed Harry Osborne's car and they had driven out to Montauk. Both times they were more careful, using condoms to prevent any surprises for them.
Tonight was going to be special. First, Peter was taking her to dinner and then dancing. Afterward, they would come back here and make love all night in a real bed, like regular people. She had the house to herself, her widower father was out of town for several days at a conference. She hoped it would be as good as the other times. She fervently hoped she wouldn't feel like something was missing, as she had on the two most recent times.
At that thought, the smile dropped from her face. She was confused, terribly confused. A little over a month before this potentially special night, she was working at Karen's Boutique when a very unusual situation developed.
Karen's was an upscale shop in Manhattan. Gwen had started there part-time as a sales clerk, mainly on weekends. Since graduation, she had been working full time. She loved the job, it gave her a chance to see some of the latest fashions from the European design centers. And she had to admit the pay was quite good for a part-time position.
Karen had set up the shop to cater to a particular clientele, the rich and elite. Though often snobs, there were the occasional customers who treated Gwen as more than just a servant or door mat. Such a couple had come in one day not to long before.
She had been hanging some of the newest Halston's as a pretty blonde and a equally attractive brunette came into the store. She directed them to the spacious dressing rooms towards the back after they selected some clothing to try on.
She soon heard muffled groans and cries coming from the room they were in. She became concerned and asked several times if they needed any help only to be told that everything was fine. Finally, Gwen went to the store manager, Marie Granicos.
As Marie prepared to open the door to the dressing room in question with her master key, the door fell open at her touch. They looked in but could see no one. There was only the one door, so where could the women have gone?
Marie yelped and jumped back as if she'd been stung. As Gwen stepped forward to offer assistance, the young blonde felt a slender hand gently squeeze her breast as a light electric shock tingled on her other breast.
She heard a whispered "Thank you" and felt soft lips press against hers and a tongue slip in to caress hers.
Her heart skipped several beats because there was no one there! Nothing but the lingering scent of sandalwood and something else. Something musky.
Later, after she and Marie had calmed down, she went into the dressing room to gather the clothing the women had taken in there. She noticed a very distinctive aroma in the air. Gwen recognized the scent, it was similar to what lingered on her fingers after she secretly masturbated herself to sleep. And it was one of the scents that she had noticed after the phantom kiss.
Since that very strange incident, she had not noticed anything else unusual at the store and Marie patently refused to discuss it. As Marie had been reluctant to call the police, the incident was easily hushed up. As far as the manager was concerned, the event never transpired.
That was far from the case of the lovely teenager from Queens. Gwen had been having dreams since the incident, sometimes more than one in a night. These dreams always involved some unknown or invisible woman making love to her. These dreams always ended with her in the throes of an dream orgasm that roused her from her slumber. When that happened, Gwen was too keyed up to sleep and ended up giving herself a real, if not as intense, orgasm before she was able to drift off to sleep again. One night she fingered herself to three separate orgasms!
Gwen felt a pleasant tingling between her legs as she remembered those torrid nights alone. Deciding to deal with the insistent itch, Gwen went into the living room and sat on the sofa. Flipping up the short Halston, she slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties.
Feeling the damp heat, she began to slide her fingers up and down the soft, protruding lips before slipping two of them into her hot center. As she penetrated herself, she gave voice to a little cry of pleasure.
Gwen pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy. With her other hand, she began to flick the tip of her clitoris as it slipped out of it's protective hood.
While she was pleasuring herself, Gwen pictured several different people naked. All women. And the one image that she knew was accurate from the locker room was the center of her masturbatory fantasy.
Just as she was about to reach her climax, the phone in the hallway began to ring. Gwen decided to let the ringing act as a counterpoint to her orgasm.
Just as her climax was about to break over her, the anwswering machine picked up and she heard her father's voice. It acted like a bucket of cold water on the aroused teenager.
Guiltily she pulled her hands out of her shorts and got up off the couch. Her legs were unsteady but she made it to the hallway and picked up the receiver of the phone next to the answering machine the NYPD had supplied her father.
"Dad?" Gwen said in a relatively steady voice. "How's Chicago?"
James Stacy was in Chicago at a conference of city, state, and federal law enforcement professionals. It was a four day event to discuss the rise in super-powered beings and what, if anything, can be done to protect normal human beings.
The voice in the receiver was slightly distorted by the distance, "It's okay. I think my time would be better spent back home on the job. How's work?"
"Things are great at the store." She hadn't mentioned the incident to her father, and now she was glad of it. "Peter's coming by in a little while though. We're going dining and dancing," Gwen replied happily, glad her father couldn't detect anything unusual in her voice. She felt a fresh pang of guilt when she detected her own essence on her fingers while talking to her father.
"That's great, honey! Well, I won't keep you. I'll be here for the next four days. See you when I get back. Love you!" Jim Stacy said.
Gwen, constantly aware of her scent on the fingers holding the receiver, said, "I love you too, Dad. Have a good time!"
As she hung up, she was certain beyond any doubt that what she had smelled in the dressing room was the scent of an aroused woman. 'What were they doing in there? And where did they go?' the young blonde wondered.
Then she saw the clock and realized she didn't have much time until came by. Tonight was going to be special!
As she went upstairs to shower and change, she considered trying to recapture the moment that her father had inadvertently interrupted. She decided against it as she didn't have enough time before Peter. And he could help cure her itch.
Peter. She was confused, she tried to picture him when she masturbated but her thoughts kept going back to those women. And one redheaded woman in particular.
Standing under the warm spray, she tried to remember Peter naked. Gwen found that unless she concentrated, the image would slip away to be replaced by the image of a naked Mary Jane Watson.
Shaking her head, Gwen stepped out of the shower and began to towel herself off. Dimly, through the mist on the large mirror, she saw herself. What Gwen saw was quite pleasing. She rubbed the towel between her legs, trying to dry the darker blonde hair there, but merely increasing her arousal.
She slid her fingers down there and found she was really wet now, and not from the shower. Knowing she could achieve several orgasms in a night, Gwen decided to try to quickly relieve some of the sexual tension or her panties would be soaked all night!
Going into her room, she reclined on the bed and, realizing time was limited, moved her fingers rapidly in and out of her sopping pussy. Using her thumb, Gwen also manipulated her clitoris until she came with a loud shout. She lay on the bed, breathing heavily, until she was calm enough to finish getting ready.
After another quick shower to wash the passion-induced sweat from her body, Gwen pulled on the black, lacy bra that she had been almost too embarrassed to buy at the store. The matching panties barely covered her, front or back. Since her legs were already quite soft, she opted to forgo any panty hose.
Pulling on a sexy little number that barely went below her crotch, Gwen admired herself in the mirror. "Look out, Peter! I'm almost too sexy for you!"
Gwen threw her long blonde hair back and laughed. Peter's eyes will be popping out of his head when he sees her.
As she headed back downstairs, the phone started ringing. Gwen picked up the receiver with a happy note in her voice, "Hello?"
"Hi Gwen. It's Peter."
"Hi Peter! How are you?"
"Terrible actually. Gwen, I'm sorry." Gwen suddenly knew the night was not going to happen. "J. Jonah wants me to go with Ben Urich to the docks. He seems to think that major smuggling operation is going to get busted tonight and wants to scoop the Times and the Daily News. And with pictures. I told him no but then he promised a big bonus if I get good pics. And that could help with Aunt May's prescription costs. I'm real sorry, Gwen. Maybe tomorrow night?"
Gwen was frowning and said, "That's okay, Peter. I didn't feel that good today. I wasn't really interested in going out outnight anyway. I was going to call you to cancel but you beat me to it."
Peter laughed and said, "Gwen, you're a horrible liar.
And I'm really sorry. Why not call MJ? See what she's doing? I gotta go babe, Ben's getting a cab downstairs. I'm sorry."
"You have no idea how sorry you should be, mister," Gwen mumbled into the dial tone.
Replacing the receiver, she thought about changing into jeans and going to the movies. 'Alone?' she thought. 'No, not the movies.'
As she thought about her options, Gwen remembered what Peter had said about her calling Mary Jane. Peter could never seem to understand that they weren't friends, they barely even said hello to each other.
But still, the idea wouldn't go away. She paced from the living room into the kitchen and back. She turned on the TV, but there was nothing on worth watching.
"What am I doing?" Gwen said aloud. "Before I started dating Peter, I was the life of the party! Just because he has to go sit in some dank warehouse all night is no reason I should be stuck here!"
After calling several of her friends, Gwen was struck by the realization that she was just about the only person in Queens, maybe the whole city, who didn't have plans for the night.
Frustrated, Gwen sat on the couch and closed her eyes.
Falling into a light doze, the image of Mary Jane Watson came to her again. The girl was dancing, her hips swinging to an unheard beat. The beautiful redhead was in a short gog-go skirt but parts started to fall away until she was just in white boots. Gwen smiled at the sexy figure of Mary Jane in her mind, the full breasts, the neat triangle of red hair between her legs, the tight ass. "Mmm, yeah. Oh baby..."
When she heard herself speak, Gwen's eyes jerked open and she sat up straight. Feeling the growing dampness in her crotch, she knew she had to see Mary Jane. If only to dispell these images she kept seeing and to come to terms with her previously unknown desires.
Dialing the number of her aunt's, Gwen remembered for no reason that Anna Watson lived next door to May Parker. Did Peter try to peak into Mary Jane's room? Did Mary Jane try to look into Peter's room?
When the pleasant voice of Mary Jane's aunt answered, she told Gwen that her niece had already left for the evening.
"Did she say where she was going?" Gwen asked, again feeling the evening slipping away.
"Yes, dear. I believe it was a club in the Village. The Pink Bunny? No, rabbit. The Pink Rabbit. That was it. Do you know it?" Anna Watson asked.
"Um, no ma'am."
"Were you two going to get together tonight? A girls' night out?"
"Well, not exactly. But I would like to talk to her."
Anna laughed, "Well, try that club, Gwen. Or the coffee shop nearby. I'm sorry but I can't remember it's name."
"Thank you, Mrs. Watson," Gwen said after getting the address from the older woman.
"Anytime, dear," Anna Watson said as she hung up.
Gwen stood indecisively for several moments then grabbed her jacket and purse and, after locking the house, headed for the nearest subway into the city.
A little over an hour later, exiting the subway in the heart of Greenwich Village, Gwen looked around. She hadn't been down here for quite a while. And then in the daytime. She had no idea where to go. The Village was much more expansive than she remembered.
A woman in black with short dark hair was walking towards her. Gwen stopped her and asked about the club. The woman smiled knowingly and directed her to a side street. The club was a block away.
Gwen thanked her, happy to learn she was near her destination, and walked in the direction indicated. She failed to notice the woman openly staring at her tight ass under the short, form-fitting dress.
Coming up a side street, she saw a small neon sign of a pink rabbit. The rabbit was dancing (like Snoopy, Gwen thought with a smile), and pointing down to the entrance. Swallowing her nervousness, Gwen walked up to the door and pushed it open.
Stepping into the entry way, Gwen saw a coat room to the right and a very large man in a tuxedo sitting in a heavily padded chair near the inner door.
He heaved himself to his feet and asked in a deep rumble, "Kin I help ya?"
Gwen had to clear her throat before responding, "I was looking for the Pink Rabbit?"
The walking mountain rumbled again, "Dis is de place."
"Hey Sweetcheeks," Gwen turned towards the cloak room and saw a pretty, young girl standing there.
"Yes?"
"Ignore Rocco. He's here to intimate the unwanted," the girl said, her jaw rapidly working on a piece of gum. "Ya know, the kinda jerks we don't wan' any of in here."
Gwen walked towards the girl and asked, "Do you know if a redhead about my age came in?"
"Hon, with all the dishes in there, it's kinda hard to keep track, ya know? Here, gimme your coat and go on in. Af'er all, it's ladies night!" The girl snickered and Rocco barked out a loud "Ha!" that startled Gwen. "It's always ladies night."
Gwen handed the girl her jacket and took a claim stub.
'At least they do that here. What have I gotten myself into? Why would Mary Jane Watson come here?' Gwen thought.
"Hey, Sweetie, if ya don't find yer friend, stop by. Maybe we could get together. My name's Candi, that's with an 'I' and I'm here 'til we close." Candi winked at Gwen as Rocco pulled the large inner door open.
"No ID required," Rocco rumbled.
Gwen stepped through and was suddenly surrounded by people and sound. The inner room was very large. Along the left side was a bar that extended most of the length of the room. In front and to her right she saw tables and, along the other wall, booths. Straight ahead, through the milling crowd was a crowded dance floor. The far wall was covered with a large mirror, giving the illusion that the room was even bigger.
'God, this place is mobbed! I'll never find Mary Jane here!' Gwen despaired, as she scanned the crowd. Looking towards the bar, she hesitated. There was a brunette sitting there that looked very familiar.
The brunette, who was talking to another pretty brown-haired woman, saw Gwen looking at her, hesitated, then waved. Gwen, completely lost and wondering why she ever left Queens, slowly walked over towards the bar.
As she came up to the two women, the first one said, "I know you. You're Peter's friend, um, wait...I know...Jen?"
Smiling shyly, Gwen shook her head, "No, it's Gwen. Gwen Stacy. You're Betty Brant, aren't you? You work with Peter?"
"Gwen! Of course, I'm sorry. How could I forget you?" Betty mock-hit hersef in the forehead and continued, "Yes, I work at the Bugle. For Jolly Jonah, himself actually. Is this your first time to the Pink Rabbit?" Gwen nodded and Betty went on, "Well, this will be quite an interesting night for you, I promise."
"Betty, aren't you going to introduce me to your pretty friend?" the other brunette said.
"I'm sorry, Jane. Gwen Stacy, this is Jane Foster. Jane, this is Gwen."
Gwen shook Jane's hand and felt the woman's fingers trail along her palm as they released their grip. Gwen felt a not unpleasant thrill at that.
"Jane works as a dental assistant uptown," Betty said to Gwen.
"Yes, it's a glamorous job, but someone has to do it!" Jane said as all three laughed.
"I work at Karen's on 5th Avenue. But I'll be starting at Empire State in September," Gwen offered.
"Please sit with us," Jane offered, as she moved over to the next seat. "What would you like to drink? Maybe wine?"
Gwen nodded her thanks as she sat down then said, "Oh, no. I'm underage. Thank you anyway. Maybe just a Coke."
Betty placed her hand on Gwen's shoulder and gave her a gentle squeeze, and said, "That's alright dear. This is a special evening. And a special place." Then she signalled the bartender, a cute redhead wearing a blouse opened down to her navel, exposing a lot of lightly tanned skin.
"Jess, can you get my friend here a white wine? Jane?
Need anything?"
Jane smirked and said, "Yes, but even here I don't think I can get it at the bar..."
"Tease! I meant a drink." Jane shook her head and looked out across the room as Betty turned back to the barmaid. "I guess that's it Jess. Just the wine."
Betty turned back to Gwen, "I didn't think you were into this scene, Gwen. Of course, until Jane and I roomed in college, I never would have guessed she was into it too."
Gwen, unsure of what Betty was talking about, said, "I'm just looking for a friend."
"Aren't we all, dear?" Jane said as she placed her hand on Gwen's, patting it lightly for a moment before lifting it away.
Gwen's brow was knitted in confusion as Betty said to Jane, "Look, there's Sue Storm. Who's she with?"
Jane followed Betty's eyes and replied, "I think that's Janet Van Dyne. They've been here together several times. Wonder if Reed Richards knows where his fiance is tonight?
"There's that new girl, from the Greek embassy, I think," Jane said indicating a tall, dark-haired woman near the door. "I heard someone call her Electra last week. Do you think she's like a female Electro?"
"God, I hope not, one eletrical psycho in town is..." Betty was interrupted by Jess as she delivered Gwen's drink. "Here, Jess. I've got it." Betty reached for her purse.
"First one's on the house," Jess winked at Gwen. "Just let me know if I can get you anything else. Anything!"
As Jess walked away, Jane said, "Oooo! Somebody likes you, Gwen."
"Uh, I'm not sure what..." Gwen took a deep drink of her wine then continued, "I don't understand. What is..."
Jane interrupted the teenager with, "Uh-oh! Look out!
Here comes trouble."
All three looked at a tall blonde woman in what was essentially white leather lingerie and a white fur-trimmed cape. She had white spike-heeled thigh boots over white fishnet stocking and white leather gloves that stretched up past her elbow. Her shoulder length hair was shining in the light and her deep blue eyes promised fulfillment of many dark desires. With her was a slightly younger woman with hair that was almost white. She was wearing a black body suit with white fur along the plunging neckline and at the sleeves and cuffs.
"I see Emma Frost has a new playmate," Jane said.
Betty shook her head and said, "I think that's Felicia Hardy! I remember a spread in the Bugle's society page and she was in it. She's the daughter of one of the richest men in New York. I guess the rich are different!"
Jane and Betty shared a knowing laugh as Gwen began to understand what this club was. She quickly scanned the crowd and realized that, while there were some women in men's suits, there were no men anywhere in the club. Just women. Women of all ages and races. Women talking and laughing, women dancing slowly and sensuously together, women in dark booths who were apparently kissing!
"Uh, Betty? This is a lesbian club, I think," Gwen whispered to the woman on her left, as if warning her.
Betty Brant laughed and said, "Of course it is, hon! What did you...Oh! You didn't know?"
Jane Foster chimed in "Oh my God! You came here without knowing what kind of club this is?"
"Well, I was looking for a friend of mine and her aunt told me she was here. I guess I..."
Betty stopped her with a gentle touch on her arm. "Gwen, this is a private club. You see, many of these women here are public figures and we all have reputations, careers, lives that could be destroyed if the existence of this club came out. Do you understand?" Gwen nodded. "Good. What I'm getting at is this: you won't say anything to anyone, will you?"
Looking into Betty's anxious eyes, Gwen thought for a moment then replied, "No. I won't tell a soul. I guess, deep down that's why I came here." Gwen felt the truth of that statement as she said it. She did come to find Mary Jane and explore her unvoiced dreams.
"Thank you." Betty leaned towards Gwen and kissed her gently on the lips. "Have you ever been with another woman?"
Gwen shook her head but then said, "Well, I'm not sure. See, a few weeks ago at Karen's..." She proceeded to tell Jane and Betty about the incident that had, apparently, awakened her interest in women.
When she finished, Jane pointed to a couple on the dance floor who were locked in a passionate kiss as they swayed to the music. "Were they the women in the store?"
It was one of the couples the two women had been discussing earlier, Gwen realized. Then she remembered, "Yes, that's them. I'm almost certain they were the ones who went into the dressing room!"
Betty said, "Well, they aren't supernatural. Well, not exactly..." The pretty brunette went on to explain who the two were. As she mentioned their powers, it was like a light went on behind Gwen's eyes.
"Then, the zap was from the brunette, Janet Van Dyke, and the blonde, Sue Storm, kissed me?"
"I'd bet money on it," Betty said. "And it's Van Dyne, dear." The last was said with a smile at Gwen's unintentional faux pas.
A stunning blonde came up to them and said, "Hi, Betts. Hi Janey. I thought I'd never get done with Matt's dictation. And Foggy... Oh, hi Jess. A vodka tonic, please. Who's the new chick?"
"Jeez, Karen. Take a breath between sentences," Jane said, rolling her eyes comically. "This is Gwen Stacy. Gwen, this is an old friend of ours from school, Karen Page."
"Pleased to meet you, Gwen," Karen said with a quick handshake. Scanning the crowd, she continued, "Hey, have any of you seen that hot redhead from Long Island? She was here last week and we shared a dance before she had to catch a train. But she said she'd be here this week and, well... Boy, can she kiss!"
Gwen looked up sharply at the mention of a redhead. Could she be talking about Mary Jane? If they had plans...
As Karen wandered towards the dance floor, Betty leaned towards Gwen, "So, do you see your friend?"
Gwen shook her head sadly, "No. Anyway, I guess your friend made plans with Mary Jane already."
"What? Oh no, Karen is talking about some woman named Ginger or Pepper or some spice kind of name. She works for some industrialist out on the Island." Betty paused and looked intently at Gwen's face, trying to read her mood.
Fianlly, Betty took Gwen's hand and said, "If you're interested, I'd be honored to show you how a woman makes love to a woman. You are so beautiful."
Gwen blushed and, while surprised, was happy and a little scared to discover that she was attractive to the slightly older woman.
Even as she replied, she realized how foolish it sounded considering where they were. "Betty, I thought you were..."
"Straight? Not exactly. See, many of us, probably most of us, are bisexual. Some, like that Emma Frost, are strictly girls-only." Betty paused as if considering her next comment then said, "You know, it would almost be fitting. A few years ago, before he started seeing you, I was Peter's first. I'd love to be yours, too."
Gwen stared at Betty, her mouth hanging open. 'Betty and Peter?' Gwen thought, then she smiled and said, "Peter seemed to be a little more skilled than I thought he'd be. I guess I have you to thank."
Betty kissed Gwen again, this time passionately. While Betty's tongue explored Gwen's mouth, the young blonde decided she like kissing women.
Sitting back, Betty said, "You're welcome."
Jane shook her head and muttered, "You get all the hot ones... Hey, look, isn't that the president's press secretary? And the other woman looks familiar too..."
Betty and Gwen looked in the direction that Jane discreetly indicated. A lovely, older woman with beautiful silver-gray hair in a low-cut dress was chatting with an equally stunning Asian woman in a backless, red dress. They both appeared to be in their 50s but Gwen thought they were still in tremendous shape and quite sexy too.
"That's the assistant Chinese trade delegate to the UN, I think," Betty said. "Maybe this will improve relations..." All three chuckled at Betty's intended double entendre.
Just then, Karen came back with a couple of redheads in tow. Gwen smiled when she realized one was Mary Jane.
Mary Jane's eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw Gwen Stacy sitting at the bar. And with a brunette woman's arm draped around her shoulder.
"Gwen?"
"Hi, Mary Jane!" Gwen gushed. Turning, she said to the brunette, "Betty, this is Mary Jane. Mary Jane, this is Betty."
Taking Mary Jane's hand, Betty said, "It's a pleasure. So, you're the girl Gwen came here to find. Now," her brown eyes roamed up and down the shapely figure, "I can understand why."
Karen was beaming and, from the looks she kept tossing the older redhead, quite interested in one of her new friends.
"Janey, Betts. This is Millie. Millie, these two are a couple of my old suitemates from school." Karen never took her eyes off the tall woman.
Gwen looked and recognized the woman from ads in various magazines like Vogue. It was Millie! She was the hottest model in New York, if not the world.
And she was here with Mary Jane!
Gwen felt her elation of a moment ago disappear. Mary Jane wouldn't be interested in her if she could be with this beautiful woman. Gwen turned and looked down at her wine glass, sadness slowly growing inside of her.
A slender hand settled on her shoulder. "Gwen?" The hand gently pulled and caused the stool to rotate. "Gwen..." The young blonde found herself staring at a pair of pumps. Her eyes slid up from the shoes along the shapely legs and body to find Mary Jane looking at her with concern.
"Gwen, you came here looking for me?" Gwen nodded. Mary Jane took her hand and said, "Excuse me ladies. I'd like to have a word with my friend."
Leading the nervous girl to a recently vacated booth across the room, Mary Jane signalled to a waitress and ordered a Manhattan. Turning to Gwen, she asked, "Would you like a drink?"
Gwen smiled weakly and said, "Yes, please. A white wine. Thanks."
As they waited for their drinks, Mary Jane asked, "How did you know I'd be here?"
"Your aunt. I guess she thought it was a coffee house," Gwen replied and grinned when Mary Jane flashed her a dazzling smile.
Back at the bar, as Karen and Millie had progressed to holding hands, Betty sighed and said, "Oh well, that's life. Can't win 'em all..."
"It's not like you to give up so easily, Betty," Jane said. "You might just get your little blonde yet."
Betty smiled and said, "She's not mine, Jane. And anyway, I can tell. Those two belong together."
Watching as their blonde friend went back to the dance floor with her new companion, Jane offered, "Well, you can always come home with me. We can sit up and get drunk and cry on each other's shoulder..."
Betty took Jane's hand and said, "You know, we don't have to cry on each other's shoulder. There's so much more fun we can have..."
Jane smiled knowingly, feeling a wonderful thrill that her old friend still found her desirable. "Let's go!"
As the two old friends and lovers headed for the exit, Betty glanced at the far booth. The look the redhead gave Gwen confirmed her suspicions. Now she could really enjoy the night's activities.
As the waitress had brought the drinks, Mary Jane paid her. Gwen tried to object but MJ wouldn't hear it, telling her she could get the next round. Gwen agreed with a small smile.
Sipping her cocktail, MJ looked at her former classmate and finally said, "Look, Gwen, we aren't exactly friends or anything. I mean, well, why did you come here looking for me?"
Gwen looked everywhere but at the lovely redhead as she said, "I...I feel..." Her eyes settled on Sue Storm and Janet Van Dyne swaying together to the slow beat of the music. "See those two?"
MJ followed Gwen's discreetly pointing finger and said, "The blonde and brunette who don't even see the rest of the world? Yeah, they've been here a lot together lately. Why?"
Gwen told Mary Jane about the afternoon several weeks before at the boutique. MJ, who recognized the superheroines, was intrigued. She began to wish she had been a fly on the wall of that dressing room. When Gwen told her about the ghostly kiss, MJ looked at the girl next to her.
"I guess I really just wanted to talk to you about all this. You seem so together, Mary Jane. You were always the most together girl in school, and I'm just so confused," Gwen swallowed a sob as she finished.
"Okay. First, my friends call me MJ." The redhead felt a shiver when she saw Gwen flash that lovely smile of hers, acknowledging the change in their relationship. "Second, I'm not sure what kind of help I can provide. What are you confused about, Gwen?"
Gwen thought frantically, 'Do I tell her about my dreams? I know she won't be shocked. But does she feel the same? And what if she doesn't?'
Taking a deep breath, Gwen drained her glass. Then, while spinning the glass with one hand on the stem, she told MJ about her dreams. MJ was fascinated. She had already been aroused by Gwen's tale, but to know that this seemingly innocent girl had a desire to love another woman was surprising and exciting.
"MJ, I hope you won't hate me but the girl all my dreams and fantasies have revolved around is..." Gwen looked away nervously and whispered, "You."
MJ took Gwen's hand lightly and traced the back of it with her thumb as she asked, "Did you say me?"
Gwen nodded, staring at the slender hand holding hers.
"Yes. And... Oh God, I can't tell you this..."
"Do you touch yourself? Do you make yourself come?" MJ's voice had deepened and lowered and she slid over next to Gwen. "You masturbate thinking of me?"
Gwen nodded miserably, so overcome with admitting her guilt that she completely missed the arousal clouding MJ's eyes and giving her voice that wonderfully sexy husky quality.
MJ, still holding Gwen's hand, tipped Gwen's face up to lock her green eyes with the blonde's blue ones. "I'm honored," MJ said as she leaned in and pressed her lips to Gwen's.
Gwen's eyes widened in surprise but she quickly returned the pressure on her lips. When MJ's tongue snaked across her lips, she opened them to allow the supple intruder to explore her mouth. Gwen pressed against the welcome invader and slid her tongue into MJ's mouth, forcing a happy moan from the redhead.
The two were lost in each other, their passion growing as the kiss lengthened. Finally, MJ pulled back with a quiet, "Wow!"
Gwen looked at the table, blushing. Quite prettily in MJ's opinion. The blonde was trying to get her breathing under control.
"Gwen...That was...I've never been kissed like that!" MJ managed to say.
Gwen glanced at her and smiled, "Neither have I."
"Did you say your father was out of town?" Gwen nodded. "What do you say? Shall we get outta here and..." Gwen nodded a little more vigorously. "We don't have to do anything but talk. I'd rather lose the audience." Gwen looked up at MJ's word to see several women smiling approvingly at them.
Blushing again, Gwen said, "Let's go!"
Taking MJ's hand, she led the way to the lobby. "I have to get my jacket," Gwen said searching for the claim check in her purse.
They were about to walk into the lobby when an older blond woman breezed through the door. "Is that...?" Gwen whispered.
MJ nodded as she caught the open door, "Yes, our new junior senator from the great state of New York."
'I thought she was married,' Gwne thought before remembering Betty's comment about many of the patrons being bisexual.
Rocco was slumped in an easy chair, softly snoring as they stepped through the door. Walking over to the coat room, Gwen and MJ both heard muffled noises.
"Excuse me?" Gwen said loudly.
"Oh! Sorry!" Candi came up, her face flushed and her hair in disarray. Behind her, the two new lovers saw Jess, the bartender. She was also red-faced and breathing hard, her clothes rumpled. "Just a sec."
As they stood there, Jess blew a bubble and said, "I'm on break."
MJ and Gwen nodded smiling. Candi came back and handed Gwen her jacket with a smile. "Come back, 'kay?"
As they stood on the sidewalk, both girls began to laugh. MJ, holding her side, finally signalled a cab.
As they were getting in, Gwen saw a familiar woman who recognized her. The sight filled her with dread. It was one of her father's detectives, Jean DeWolfe!
"Oh God! MJ, she works with my Dad!" Gwen whispered desparately as the policewoman came over to the cab.
"Hi, uh, Gwen, isn't it? Of course it is. Didn't expect to see you around here," the attractive older woman said.
"Yes, well, I, uh, I came here with my friend and we're on our way home now," Gwen said nervously as she tried to get away from the cop.
"Hi! I'm Mary Jane!" MJ stuck out her hand.
"Jean DeWolfe, I work in Gwen's father's command. Pleased to meet you."
"And you. Going to the club?"
Jean gave a small grin and said, "Take good care of her. She's the apple of the old man's eye!"
MJ nodded, "Oh, I will take excellent care of her!"
After the mutual "Good Nights" were shared, Gwen sank into the cab's seat in misery. MJ sensed the abrupt change in her companion's mood and didn't like the vibes she felt.
"Gwen? Is there a problem?"
"She works for my Dad! He'll find out I was at a lesbian bar and..." She buried her face in her hands, her long blond locks falling around her face.
MJ gently stroked the soft, golden hair and said quietly, "Gwen, you don't have anything to be ashamed of. Nothing has happened. Nothing will happen unless you want it to. Okay?
"Besides," the redhead continued, "She was heading into the club, too!"
Gwen looked up then and began to giggle, unshed tears in her eyes. The giggles turned to laughter and MJ joined in.
The cabbie cleared her throat discreetly. The twosome were still snickering as MJ asked Gwen her address. She then told the cabbie, another redhead, to head for the Triborough Bridge and Queens.
Finally, as their laughter tapered off, Gwen asked, "What is it about that place? Do they spike the drinks with an aphrodisiac?"
"Complaining?" Mj teased, as she gently squeezed Gwen's thigh.
"No, but the coat check girl was chewing bubble gum when I came in. Now Jess is. I mean..."
MJ just laughed.
They rode in silence for several blocks before Gwen turned to MJ, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure. Can't promise an answer though," MJ replied.
"That model, Millie. Are you...I mean..." Gwen hesitated, unsure of how or even if she could ask MJ something so personal.
"Are we lovers?" MJ asked. "No, we're not. Well, not anymore." MJ noticed a look of relief pass over Gwen's face. This lovely blonde was interested in her! Good. Because, MJ was definitely interested in Gwen.
"I have an idea. Millie has a place in Midtown that's a lot closer than Queens and I have a key. Would you like to see how the rich live?"
Gwen nodded and MJ leaned forward tell the cabbie of the change in destination. Noticing the posted ID card giving them the driver's name, MJ smiled in the mirror and said, "Elaine? I'm sorry, but we're going to Central Park West."
"MJ, I'm kind of surprised your aunt knew where you went," Gwen said.
MJ smiled and said, "There's a reason Aunt Anna never married..."
"Oh? Oh!"
"Yes, I guess I sort of take after her, except I do like boys once in a while," MJ said. "Between you and me, Aunt Anna and May Parker were something of an item in that scene back before May married Ben Parker."
"Aunt May!?!" Gwen said, surprised.
"Yes, but May preferred boys and when Ben came along, he swept her off her feet. She and my aunt have remained close though." MJ smiled, she hoped to have a friend and lover like that. Maybe Gwen?
"Gwen," MJ said, as she sat back, nearer to her friend, "I know how scary your first time can be. We will only do what you feel comfortable doing. Okay?"
Gwen looked into MJ's emerald eyes and knew she could trust this lovely young woman. She nodded and whispered, "I am scared. But I just feel this incredible attraction to you. And, I guess it was the club, but I don't feel as strange about it as I did. I'm pretty sure I'm ready to...well, whatever it is that you do with another woman."
Mary Jane smiled and said, "How about this for a start?" She pressed her lips to Gwen's for the second time that night and felt Gwen press back in response. Opening her mouth, she let her tongue play along Gwen's lips and slide into the wet mouth to play with the blonde's tongue.
Gwen moaned aloud and felt shivers of delight up and down her spine. She felt warm waves flowing out from her center and she could feel her underwear was completely soaked. She hoped MJ felt the same thing from kissing her.
Gwen would learn that MJ was just as turned on and just as excited by the passionate kiss they were sharing. It was slow and sweet and full of promises of the ecstasy that she sincerely hoped would follow that night.
From the front seat, Elaine had a perfect view of this oral duel in her mirror. She had driven lesbians and gays before, what cabbie hadn't?, but these two beauties capitivated her. She had a most difficult time trying to watch the traffic in front and the action in her backseat.
She had also heard most of the conversation between the two and realized that she was watching a seduction. Alex and the boys back at the garage will never believe this! And she knew this was the kind of thing she could use to torture Louie, their sleazeball dispatcher, with for weeks!
As the cab pulled up in front of the highrise facing the Park, Mary Jane handed the fare to their pretty driver, saying, "Thank you. It was a most enjoyable ride." Opening the back door, MJ winked at Elaine in the mirror. Then, holding out her hand, MJ helped Gwen out of the back seat and onto the sidewalk.
As the cab pulled away from the curb, Elaine began to rack her brain. 'What was the name of that club? Pink Pussycat?' she thought. 'Well, I know where it is...'
MJ held Gwen's hand as they crossed the wide sidewalk.
The doorman tipped his hat as he opened the door, "Good Evening, Miss Watson. Nice to see you again."
"Hello, Stan. How's everything?" MJ replied.
"Just fine. And you?"
Stepping into the bright lobby, MJ smiled and said, "Everything is just about perfect." Gwen blushed at the off-handed compliment.
Once in the elevator, Gwen hooked her finger in neckline of MJ's dress and pulled the girl to her. She ran the fingers of her other hand through the long red hair before cupping the back of MJ's head and kissing the fiery woman before her.
MJ, pleasantly surprised by Gwen's bold actions, returned the kiss eagerly. She was so wrapped up in the pleasures of the other girl's mouth that she didn't realize that the elevator was still on the lobby level for a long moment.
Breaking the kiss, MJ said, "Wow! You are a tiger! Rather a tigress!" Pushing the button for Millie's floor, MJ breathed a sigh of relief that no one else needed an elevator while they were lost in each other.
She definitely did not want to share this ride with anyone else.
As the car rose, they resumed their torrid kiss. MJ gently cupped Gwen's breast through the thin material of her dress, feeling the nipple push against her palm. She slid her other hand down Gwen's back and grabbed the girl's tight ass and pulled the blonde tightly to her.
Gwen leaned into the hand cupping her breast. It felt wonderful! She slid her arms around the redhead and hugged her tightly, their bodies fitting together as their lips and tongues moved in a soundless rhythm.
When the elevator chimed as it reached their floor, they reluctantly parted. MJ again took Gwen's hand and led her down the corridor to Millie's apartment.
Unlocking and opening the door, MJ stepped in and turned on some track lighting, adjusting them to keep the light low. She led Gwen inside and turned back to the door.
Gwen gasped. The view was spectacular! Central Park spread beneath her, strings of lights along the roads and paths cuting through the dark expanse. Across the park, she saw the towers to the east, scattered windows lit. She wondered who was across there making love in the darkness. Gwen smiled as she pictured some of the couples in the club, knowing she was going to learn firsthand what they already obviously enjoyed so much.
MJ came from attaching a small piece of yarn to the door knob, a signal to Millie that her spare room was in use. She could see Gwen silhouetted by the lights of the city. Her breath caught for a moment as she turned down the already dim track lights and stepped up to hug Gwen from behind.
Gwen tensed for a moment at the unexpectedness of MJ's arms wrapping around her, then she relaxed into the embrace. She sighed as she felt MJ's nipples poking into her back.
MJ pushed her face through the sweet-smelling hair to nuzzle Gwen's neck, she was rewarded by a low moan from her new lover. Her hands slid up the blonde's torso to cup her breasts, getting kneading them with her fingers.
"Oh, Mary Jane!" Gwen muttered as thrills ran through her. "Oh, that feels so..." Gwen stopped talking as MJ began to nibble on her ear, her tongue darting out to lick along the smooth, tangy-tasting skin.
Gwen turned in MJ's arms and kissed the redhead again.
The two young women stood there, bathed in the light of the city below them but lost in each other.
"Come," MJ whispered in a husky voice, "Let's go to the bedroom." She smiled when Gwen finally nodded her agreement.
The bedroom had large windows as well that looked to the south and east. MJ decided the glow of the city was bright enough. She thought, correctly as she later discovered, that Gwen would feel more secure if her first lesbian experience occured in dimmer light.
Kissing again, MJ slowly pulled the zipper of Gwen's dress down. As the seam opened, her other hand slid under the fabric to lightly scratch Gwen's back. Gwen inhaled sharply, drawing breath from MJ, at the welcome sensation.
MJ stepped back and Gwen's dress slipped from her body, leaving the blonde in the black lace bra and panties, as well as her shoes. Kneeling, MJ lifted Gwen's legs one at a time to remove her shoes. MJ found heels and other accessories to be a turn on but wanted nothing between her and her novice lover for Gwen's first time.
Gwen let MJ slip her shoes off and groaned when the redhead lightly kissed her wet pussy through her sodden panties. Then she gave a little cry as she felt a tongue slide over her panties, tasting the honey-soaked material. "Oh, God! Mary Jane!"
MJ smiled and stood. Reaching behind herself, she unzipped her own dress and let it fall. Having gone out braless, she was left in her black French-cut panties. Her bare breast were capped by perfect rosy aureoles and hard nipples.
"Mary Jane, you're beautiful!" Gwen whispered. She had never wanted to touch someone as much as she did now with Mary Jane Watson.
"No, you're the beautiful one here," MJ declared. She reached out and traced the upper edge of Gwen's bra, feeling the goosebumps on the velvety soft skin. "Oh, Gwen, I want to make love to you all night long..."
Gwen smiled invitingly and said, "So do I, MJ. I'm still scared and feel a little guilty but this just feels so right. It feels too right to ignore." She reached behind and opened the clasp of her bra, freeing her firm, round breasts.
MJ stared at them. They were lovely. She leaned down and kissed the hard nipple before opening her lips and painting the dark skin around the nub with her tongue.
Gwen moaned and held MJ's shoulders as the redhead nipped and sucked on first her left nipple then the right one. MJ's hand stroked Gwen's flat stomach, occasionally scraping her nails lightly across, before slipping her hand under the black lace to stroke the silky hair it covered.
Gwen kept moaning and began to run the fingers on one hand through MJ's hair. The other slid off the redhead's shoulder and Gwen touched another woman's breast for the first time. It was so much like hers but so different at the same time. She began to squeeze it and press her palm against the hard nipple.
She could feel MJ groan against her own breast, the tingle travelling down to her groin.
As if following that tingle, MJ's hand slid lower and slipped along the outer edges of Gwen's pussy. Gwen gave a squeak of pleasure at MJ's gentle touch. The fingers began to slowly explore the wet softness, slipping in briefly then gliding over the outer lips and around, without touching, the blonde's clitoris.
"Oh God, Mary Jane! It was never like this with Peter..." MJ smiled against the soft boob she was tonguing and gripped the nipple in her teeth. She slipped her finger into the blonde more deeply.
Gwen let out a loud squeal. The hand holding MJ's head pulled her face more tightly to Gwen, and her other hand gripped MJ's shoulder again like a vise. As Gwen had her first orgasm, MJ felt the girl's wetness soak her hand.
MJ released the nipple from her teeth and looked at the flushed, beautiful face of her new lover. She was absolutely gorgeous! And Mary Jane suddenly felt a surge of love and affection for this beauty that wanted MJ so.
Gwen opened her eyes and stared lustily at MJ, her blue eyes locked on the emerald eyes of the woman that had made her universe quiver. She leaned close and kissed MJ, thrusting her tongue into that warm, wet mouth.
Breaking the kiss, MJ slipped her fingers out of Gwen and brought them up for the women to share the aroma of Gwen's climax. Then, smiling seductively, MJ began to lick each finger slowly, relishing the musky flavor.
Gwen ducked her head and applied her lips to MJ's breast, licking a woman's nipple for the first time. She found it most enjoyable and laved her tongue up and down, then across the hard point. Her fingers drifted up and grasped the other breast, fingertips flicking that nipple playfully.
'I can't believe she's never done this before! This chick is a natural!' MJ thought before giving into the feelings the blonde girl was generating in her body.
Gwen slid her free hand down MJ's back and pushed her panties out of the way, before cupping the redhead's tight ass. Her fingers roamed around the soft, warm flesh, fingers occasionally sliding along the crack of MJ's ass.
MJ pushed Gwen away and said, "I tasted you on my fingers. Now I want to taste you." Gwen smiled and nodded eagerly.
MJ took her hand and led Gwen to the large bed. Standing before her, MJ hooked her fingers into the waistband of Gwen's panties and pulled them down. She stepped back and marvelled at the lovely body she saw in the reflected light from the city. "Gwen, you're absolutely exquisite!"
And she was. MJ's eyes moved up from Gwen's feet, along her sender legs to the neat little golden triangle of fur, moist from the blonde's arousal. MJ's gaze continued up along the narrow waist to the high, firm breasts capped by Gwen's taut nipples. Then she looked up and into her blue eyes, barely visible in the dim light but reflecting back to MJ all the desire Gwen felt for her.
Gwen, meanwhile, was drinking in the sight of MJ's curvy figure, from her round, full breasts down to the scarlett patch of hair above her shapely legs. She felt such an incredible flood of desire for this woman she barely acknowledged through high school.
"Lay down," MJ commanded. Gwen readily complied. MJ knelt beside the bed and pulled Gwen's legs around and spread them. She leaned in and inhaled the pungent scents from the gold-crowned pussy. The smell acted as an aphrodisiac on MJ.
She leaned over and ran her tongue up the inside of Gwen's thigh, from the knee and stopping just before her prize. She repeated this on Gwen's other leg, then shifted her attention to the patch of fur. Running her tongue around the little triangle then through it, she lapped up all the extra droplets of Gwen's arousal before letting her tongue trail down to slip along Gwen's pussy.
Gwen's breathing quickened as the feelings from MJ's tongue went from slightly ticklish to incredibly arousing. When her tongue roamed through Gwen's pubic hair, she shivered. When it continued down to her pussy, she cried out.
MJ ran her tongue over Gwen's labia, not missing a single bit of excited flesh. She sucked the lips between her lips, she nibbled gently on the edges of those same lips, she thoroughly explored Gwen's vagina. Then she thrust her tongue as deep inside the blonde as she could reach. MJ pulled back, her tongue still stroking the inner walls, until just the tip was still in Gwen. She thrust back in, repeating this action over and over.
After several minutes of tongue-fucking her partner, MJ slipped her finger inside as she removed her tongue. MJ continued to fuck MJ as she turned her oral attention to the little, throbbing clitoris, peaking out of it's hood.
Wrapping her lips around the nubbin, she slowly and gently applied suction to it. Then, she lightly grazed the tip with her tongue. Then she grazed it again. And again.
Gwen had her eyes screwed tightly shut. She had never felt like this before. Her whole body was liked a thrumming like a livewire! When MJ began to lick her clit, she sobbed in joy. The sobs turned to a wordless scream as the combination of fingers and tongue sent her over the edge into ecstacy!
MJ sat back on her heels, her fingers still inside the quivering girl before her. She licked her lips, savoring Gwen's taste, and smiled contentedly. She was quite proud that she could create such a reaction in the woman laying before her.
Gwen took a deep, shuddering breath. She then sat up and leaned towards MJ. Taking the redhead's face in her hands, she kissed MJ passionately. As her tongue roamed MJ's mouth, it was met by MJ's tongue and they began a delightful little dance between their sealed lips.
MJ crawled up on the bed and the two embraced, their bodies molding together. Nipples rubbed together. Gold and russet pubic patches created little static charges as their hair brushed together. The additional electric tingle stimulated their already aroused sexes.
Gwen pulled back and looked into MJ's eyes, their bodies still held tightly together. "I want to do the same thing to you," she whispered.
"Are you sure, Gwen?" MJ asked. "It can be a big step."
Gwen nodded, "I feel pretty nervous, butterflies and all, y'know. But, I think this is something I need to do. And something I want to do!"
MJ grinned, "Be my guest!"
Gwen didn't waste time with preliminaries, she felt if she delayed, she might let her guilt and fear get the better of her. And she most certainly didn't want that to happen now.
Laying between MJ's spread legs, Gwen looked at the vagina open before her. It was wet with arousal and she could almost feel the heat. The scent was unique but not at all unpleasant. She dragged a finger through the short, red curls down to the top of MJ's slit. MJ writhed a little in excitement.
Gwen moved closer and tasted another woman for the first time. Licking the outer lips lightly at first, she soon began to swab her tongue along the swollen flesh, getting every drop of MJ's juices. It had a thick, musky flavor and she loved it!
MJ, already turned on from the foreplay with Gwen and then going down on the lovely girl, was even more excited when she looked down to see this blonde beauty's head between her legs. The fact that she was the first woman Gwen had ever had sex with heightened her excitement. It wouldn't take much more for her to explode in orgasm.
Gwen tried to duplicate what MJ had done to her, and while she obviously had never done this before, she was quite pleased at MJ's reactions. Slipping two fingers into the hot hole, she licked the lips around her digits and then up those lips to MJ's clit.
At the first contact of Gwen's tongue on MJ's clitoris, the redhead exploded in rapture. She bucked up and down on the bed and yelled out loud as she climaxed.
Finally, as she settled down, MJ pulled Gwen up to her and kissed the girl's lips, tasting her own essence on the blonde. Gwen thrust her tongue into MJ's mouth and they held each other tightly as their passion continued to grow.
As they embraced in their heated passion, thighs rubbed against pussies and tongues caressed tongues. The women became as one in their mutual lust and desire. As they thrust against each other, they created a rhythm that brought both girls to another loud climax.
"Wow! We hit the jackpot, baby!" MJ declared, unintentionally mimicking her first words to Peter Parker when they had met for the first time. Gwen happily agreed, her guilt now a thing of the past.
They made love several more times that night before falling asleep in each other's arms. They slept soundly, never hearing the apartment's occupant come in in the wee hours of the morning.
As the sun rose over Central Park, Gwen opened her eyes and smiled when she saw MJ's head laying on her breast, the girl's red hair fanned out across them both.
MJ opened her eyes and smiled back. "Sleep well?"
Gwen nodded and said, "Yes. You?"
Stroking Gwen's breast, she replied, "How could I not with such a wonderful pillow?" She kissed the protruding nipple and said, "I don't know about you, but I'm starving."
"I'm hungry too," Gwen smiled slyly. "For you!" She kissed MJ soundly.
Later, as they lay quietly, Gwen said, "You know, I could go for some pancakes of something now. I think I could use a shower though."
Getting up, MJ took Gwen's hand and pulled her off the bed, "C'mon, then. Millie never has any food but there's a great little coffeshop a few blocks away. We can shower after we eat. We used up a lot of carbohydrates last night and this morning."
Gwen saw the big grin on MJ's face and asked mockingly, "Complaining?"
MJ shook her head and pulled on her panties.
After dressing, they stepped out into the living room to find two sleeping women lying nude in each other's arms. Coincidentally they were a blonde and a redhead too.
"I see Millie got her blonde too!" MJ quipped as they stepped out of the apartment, indicating Karen Page's body curled up next to the supermodel.
"Too?" Gwen asked.
"Nothing. Are you free tonight?" MJ asked.
"Why wait for tonight?" Gwen replied.
"Oh no! I've created a monster!" MJ lamented as she puched the down button for the elevator.
Over the next several months, MJ, inspired by Gwen's story, gave her blonde lover a tour of virtually every dressing room in Manhattan. They found the more cramped ones challenging and the roomier ones, of course, more comfortable. Gwen could never look at the dressing rooms at Karen's again without a knowing smile and a tingle between her legs.
The girls became regulars at the Pink Rabbit too. They always arrived together and they always left together. No one at the club or elsewhere could come between them. Even Peter took a backseat to MJ in Gwen's affections, a situation not helped by his frequent absences.
Much later, after Gwen's shocking death at the hands of the Green Goblin, MJ, to her surprise, could only find solace with the man who she had to share her love with.
While she and Peter eventually married and apparently lived happily ever after, MJ would always know what she'd lost when Gwen died.
The End