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Spider + Cat + Redhead: Bonus chapter
🕑 Added 2016-11-11 00:09:16 +0000 UTC Angelica shimmied along to the music that crowded in on her, wishing she had worn a skirt tonight. A short one, so that Peter could see how long and delicious her legs were. A skirt that would flip up as she danced, letting him see how small her ass was, frim and wonderfully rounded… she wished she was naked, Angelica realized suddenly. She wished she was shaking her tits right at him, showing that she was just as good as Mary Jane, that she could please him just as much as Felicia. She had spent all those months living with him, knowing how good he was, how handsome and true and right for her, but she’d never just fucked him because she hadn’t been sure.She wasn’t sure now. She’d just realized she wasn’t sure about everything. So if she couldn’t have something sure, why not something that felt good?
The song ended and with the music quiet, Angelica felt suddenly exposed, like everyone in the room was looking at her. She took a drink from a waitress’s tray and swallowed half of it without tasting it. Looking around the room defiantly, her hair swept back over her shoulder, her nipples jutting out from her breasts, she knew what she had to do.
***
Angelica kissed Kaine suddenly, woozily, but with her own loopy charm, unselfconscious and deeply sweet. Then she pulled away from him, leaving behind the empty bottles and the long minutes of warm conversation, pedaling out towards the French doors and the patio beyond.
Kaine was a little slow to follow her, unaccustomed as he was to women who took the lead. The way he played the game, he called the shots, he was the one who decided when they should retire to a cozy little wine bottle or a cozy little bed. He wasn’t entirely sure he enjoyed the role reversal. Somehow it took a little of the fun out of it.
“Well, are you coming, or are you letting me go out into the dark, dangerous night unaccompanied?” Angelica called back to him, hands on her hips, smile taunting.
Gulping down the rest of his drink, as well as what remained of hers, Kaine rose a little unsteadily to his feet and followed the fiery redhead toward the doors. Heads turned as Angelica walked by, her buttocks churning like they were at war with each other, her breasts quivering invitingly in front of her, her long legs moving in a slow and sensuous rhythm. Drunk as she was, it showed not at all in her highly poised manner.
He followed her out, and the moment he was through the swinging doors, he saw the wine—and assorted spirits—catching up with Angelica. She was sprawled on the patio’s bannister, one arm holding her up, a sedated cast to how she hung from some point between her hunched shoulders.
“You haven’t changed, have you Peter?”
“Not at all,” Kaine said dryly.
“Maybe I have,” Angelica slurred. “Maybe I’m a little more open-minded. A little more muh-mah, mature.”
Kaine went to her, putting his hand on her shoulder. “You look it.”
The night had come unexpectedly quick, a harsh reminder that despite the party, Avengers Mansion was still mostly powered down. No bright lights except the stars. Kaine could barely see her face in front of his.
“Would it be crazy to give it a shot? It seems crazier that we can’t have this now because we weren’t ready then.”
Kaine scoffed. “People say ‘two or three’ all the time because there’s not much difference between them. You eat two pieces of candy, why not eat three? It doesn’t really make a difference, does it? And Felicia, she’s actually a big fan of yours.”
“She is?”
“Oh yeah. Huge.”
Angelica bit her lip. “I mean… I wouldn’t want to ruin another girl’s wedding. You don’t announce your wedding at someone else’s wedding, you don’t do anything at someone else’s wedding. But…” Angelica turned around, resting her lower back against the railing, displaying herself to Kaine in all her glory. “Maybe, in a few weeks, once the honeymoon is over, I could come by? Would you mind that?”
“Not at all,” Kaine replied.
“Good. I’ll be sure to—“ Angelica slipped over the railing, landing on the grass of the lawn in a stupored pile.
Kaine glanced over the railing at her. She responded with a withering snore. Funny how some women could take a punch from the Hulk but not a tequila sunrise.
“Don’t say I never did anything for you, Parker,” Kaine said, reaching out with his foot to straighten Angelica out. She seemed nice. He wouldn’t want her to get a crimped neck.
Then he looked back inside. There was a woman dancing, slender-limbed and yet with exquisitely rounded breasts that tilted upward. Her supple body was sleek and flawless. She had a slim middle, shapely legs that were tanned deeply as the rest of her, and a cute dimpled ass that was as firm as could be, shown through a tight pair of jeans. He went to introduce himself.
***
Tabitha finished her drink and took stock of the semi-darkened room. Several couples were dancing to the rhythm, some were making out in dark corners, a pair were writhing and kissing behind a door that could not quite hide them, their clothes still in place but everything else about them fucking.
Two more couples stood drinking and talking loudly over the music, Peter Parker among them. He noticed her eyes on him by some sixth sense, then smiled at her. Tabitha found herself blushing. Something about the way he smiled got to even her.
He went up to her and offered her his drink. Tabitha took it and, not breaking eye contact or the music-filled silence between them, slugged it back. She tried not to grimace as the strong liquor hit her.
“And here I thought you didn’t drink anything more powerful than milk,” she said to him.
“Maybe you don’t know me that well,” Peter replied.
“Should I?” Tabitha extracted a joint from her shirt pocket and rested it in her lips, letting Peter take a good long look at it before she lit it. “You’re just some weird Jimmy Olsen type who all these losers like, ‘cept you managed to trick two babes into marrying you.”
“They only want me for my body.”
She sucked the acrid smoke into her lungs. The strain tasted like a burning burlap sack, almost choking her as she held it in, but she didn’t let it out until it hit.
Peter lowered his face to the tiny cloud she unspooled, sniffing it delicately. She grinned crookedly as he didn’t wince, then took a drink to kill the taste.
“Let’s dance,” Peter said.
“What about your wives?”
“I’ll dance with them after I dance with you. Unless you’re not comfortable, dancing with a married man.”
Tabitha sucked a huge lungful of smoke in, reducing the smoldering joint by half its short length. Peter raised his eyebrows. “You’re not wearing your ring,” she said, winding out smoke with every word.
“The paperwork hasn’t gone through yet,” he said insincerely, then took the joint from her and toked it to nothing with one puff, sucking the smoke in until he could force no more into his popping lungs, then tossing the stumpy thing aside. Tabitha downed the rest of her drink and handed the empty glass to someone.
Peter took her by the arm and led her out onto the dance floor. The music grew louder as Tony played a new track, a fast one, and the blasting, steady beat seemed to flow right up Tabitha’s long legs into her cunt. She shook and shimmied across the floor, feeling wired into the speakers, the weed and booze burning away what little inhibition she had. She gyrated and rocked her body in time with the music, the beat seeming to wash over her flowing, grinding hips. Her nipples grew to full hardness as her breasts swung and swayed to the music, the soft cotton of her shirt rubbing them like a feathery massage.
“Dance with me, Peter,” she implored, rubbing her pussy against his leg, and Peter joined in.
She turned away from him, falling onto all fours as she continued throwing herself about along with the music, hurling her hair around her face as she crawled forward on her hands and knees like a cat stalking its prey. Peter leaned over her and hunched along with her, dry-humping her like an animal in time with the beat. Tabitha emitted a series of grunts and groans which sounded like part of some primitive ceremony. With a crescendo of music, Peter stood up and pulled Tabitha along with him, pulling her ass to his groin, demanding she continue her frenzied act against his cock. Tabitha did, feeling the beginnings of his erection and wondering how hard he would get.
How much she would get.
***
Kaine felt his desire to fuck the shapely, highly sexed young woman detonating like an atomic bomb as he saw her dance. He’d held back with Angelica, knowing she was more Peter’s woman than his, and feeling a bit skeevy getting her interested in him when she was really attracted to his clone-brother. As he’d said, Peter owed him now. But Tabitha had no idea who the fuck he was, who Peter Parker was, who Spider-Man was. She might not even know who the President was.
There wasn’t a man in here who wouldn’t happily change places with him tonight. God, what a fucking body, he thought to himself, even his mental tone self-congratulatory. You really know how to pick him. And you’re just the guy to show her what a real cock can do.
As he danced with her, he surreptitiously gave his cock a little pat through his trousers, leading her eyes to it. Tabitha noticed, smiling wryly, her tongue briefly lapsing from her mouth as she acknowledged the gesture. Kaine was proud of his ten hard inches of prick, and the way all the girls stared when they got a look at it, but he was willing to share.
A coquettish gleam in Tabitha’s eye, she extended her own hand to trace the path Kaine’s had taken, but a little harder, rubbing her palm firmly over his crotch. Kaine colored with the thought that, unlike before, someone might’ve seen. Technically, he was still ‘Peter,’ and even if Tabitha had been discreet, the fullness of the contact made it feel far more noticeable.
Tabitha didn’t share his concern. Reassured by the growing bulge she had felt, she rose on her tiptoes to plant her lips firmly, briefly on his.
“Mmmm, feels good down there,” she told him lewdly, her gaze penetrating his in the flashes of the strobe lights. “I wanna feel good down there too…”
Kaine nervously turned his head to the left and to the right to make sure no one was watching. But the night had gone on too long, the lights were too low, the music was too loud, and the drinks were too cheap for anyone to be paying attention. Reassured, he took Tabitha by the arm and led her towards the door.
Tabitha had noticed her new friend’s nervousness after she copped a feel of him, and she smiled up at him a little condescendingly as he took her arm. “What’s the matter?” she teased him. “Worried about your sterling reputation?”
“There are just some things I think ought to be done in private, that’s all,” he told her tersely as he got the door for her, holding it open with a hand white-knuckled on the knob.
“Shit, that takes a lot of the fun out of life,” Tabitha replied smartly, lingering in the doorway to eyefuck him before going through. He closed the door behind them, and immediately relaxed a few degrees with the strobing lights and pounding music cut off by a wall. In the hushed hallway of the hallowed Avengers Mansion, he felt his determination to have Tabitha returning.
Tabitha was in a raw, reckless mood. The product of a lot of dancing, a lot of liquor, and a lot of bad choices she’d already made. Though she doubted she would ever really like Peter Parker, she admired his strong body and inoffensive features. Plus, assuming that hadn’t been a steel rod she’d felt stuffed down there, she was willing to take a chance that he knew what to do with that thing. If he didn’t, the universe was just too unfair.
She was game for some wild fucking tonight. And the sooner they started, the better.
