Mary Jane was soaked to the bone, shivering in the rain as she made her way home. When she arrived at her apartment complex, she entered her building as quickly as possible. She paced in the elevator as it rose slowly to her floor. She rubbed her arms to try and warm up, but it wasn't helping.

When she finally got to her floor, she rushed to her apartment, got in quickly, and slammed the door behind her. She rested her back on the door, the rain water dripping from her auburn hair and milky white skin onto the hardwood floor. She panted loudly, exhausted from the day. She turned on some lights as she walked through her apartment. She headed to her bathroom, pealing off her wet, pink tank top and bra and tossing it into the hamper. She slid out of her dripping skirt and panties and tossed them into the hamper too. She kicked off her waterlogged shoes and dropped her soaked trench coat into a corner of the bathroom. She started up the shower and, when it reached a hot temperature, she entered underneath the spray.

As the hot water cascaded down her body, memories of what had happened flashed through her mind: getting mugged in the alley, seeing him beat up those muggers, kissing him as he hung upside down ... mmmm, what a kiss .... He had so much power, but could still be gentle to her. She started feeling warm, inside and out, just thinking about this strange, amazing Spider-Man.

She shot her head up, the water from the shower splashing into her hair. "Harry," she remembered. "Oh God, if he ever found out ..." she sighed. She didn't know what to do. All she could do now was stand alone in the warm shower, trying to wash away the day.

When she finished cleaning herself up, she turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a large cotton towel, rubbing herself dry. She sat down on her bed as she rubbed the towel into her hair. She looked over at a copy of the Daily Bugle featuring a spectacular picture of Spider-Man flying through the air. Under the bottom right corner of the picture was the caption "Photo By Peter Parker."

"Wow," she said to herself. "How does he get these great pictures?" She read the headline above the picture: SPIDER-MAN: HERO OR MENACE? "And why does he sell them to this trashy tabloid?" She tossed the paper onto a nearby chair and walked back to the bathroom. She unwrapped the towel and tossed it into the hamper. She walked back to her bedroom and headed for the dresser. She took out a red tank top, slipped it on, and buttoned it up over her bra-less breasts. She took out a pair of flower print pajama pants and slipped them over naked thighs. She turned off the lights in her room and climbed into bed. As she rested her slightly damp hair onto her pillow, she let out a sigh, wondering if she'd ever see Spider-Man again.

As the night stretched on, Mary Jane awoke to a noise outside her apartment window. Something, or someone, was outside on the fire escape. She slid out of bed, put on a bathrobe that was hanging on a nearby chair, and walked to the window. She could see a large silhouette beyond the thin white curtains. "Hello?" she called out to the window.

"Mary Jane," a familiar voice answered from the window.

Now she was a little worried. Not only was there something outside her fire escape, but it, he, knew her name. That voice seems so familiar. She reached the curtains and opened them quickly to reveal ... "Spider-Man?" She opened the window and stepped outside onto the fire escape.

Hanging upside down from his web line, he responded "You were expecting Superman?"

She giggled. "What are you doing here?"

"Just making sure you got home OK."

"Ohhh, yeah. Well, I'm here. I'm ... I'm OK." She looked into his mask and saw her reflection in his large, silvery eyes. 'How does he see out of that thing?' she thought to herself. She saw her red top in the reflection. 'Is he checking me out?' She felt a draft in the cold night air. She looked down at herself and saw her nipples perking up and poking out from under her top. She wrapped her arms and the robe around her chest to cover up.

Spider-Man looked up (or would it be down?) at her face. "Feeling a chill?"

"Uhhh ... yeah, just a little chill." She started blushing, a little embarrassed by her body's reaction to the cold and his stares. "Ummm ... would you ... ummm ... like to come in ... for a drink or something?" 'Ohhh God, I'm flirting with him,' she thought.

"I'd like to, but I gotta go. I need my beauty sleep too, you know."

"Ohhh," she sighed disappointed. "Ummm, if you don't mind my asking, where ... do you sleep?"

Spider-Man flipped off his web line, landing on the fire escape a foot away from Mary Jane. She stepped back a little to give him room. "Would you like to see it?" he asked.

"What?" she answered.

"You invited me into your place. I figure I should return the favor."

"How are we going to get there?" Spider-Man gave a light tug on the web line in his hand. Mary Jane looked at it puzzled, then realized what he was suggesting. "You're kidding?"

"I guarantee it'll hold both of us. Plus, it's a lot more fun that taking the bus."

Mary Jane laughed. "But, how will I ... I mean ... how are you going to ... carry me?"

Spider-Man stepped forward, wrapped his free arm around her hip, and pulled her to him. "Like this."

Mary Jane braced her arms against his chest and stood still, not sure what to do. Her eyes looked into his mask's silver eyes.

"Don't worry," he said, looking back into her eyes. "I won't let you fall."

Mary Jane heard the sincerity in his voice and believed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him. Spider-Man hoisted her up with one arm, pulling her to his chest. He could feel her naked breasts pressing into him. He put one foot on the railing and grabbed the web line. "Hold on." He leapt off of the fire escape, taking Mary Jane in his arm as she squealed in terror.

Mary Jane was flying ... between the buildings, over the traffic, held in only one arm of a man wearing a Halloween costume. She watched him using his other arm to shoot web lines from his hand, swing from on the line as it hung from some unseen wall, letting it go, and shooting out another one, repeating the processes over and over. It was unbelievable. She watched the city fly by as she held on tight to Spider-Man, just like the first time he saved her when the Green Goblin attacked the World Unity Festival. She tried to turn her head to see where they were going. It looked that they were heading towards Queens. 'He's from Queens?' she thought to herself. 'Maybe I lived near him.'

As they swung their way into Queens, Mary Jane looked forward and saw that they were heading for an old church. They were heading for it very fast, as if they were going to crash into the bell tower. She turned her head away, pressing it into Spider-Man's shoulder as she closed her eyes and screamed ....

Darkness. Silence. As Mary Jane awoke, she could feel only the darkness and silence around her. She was lying down, looking up at the bottom of a large church bell. 'I'm in a bell tower,' she thought relieved. But then ... 'Where in the tower?' She turned her head to the sides. 'Oh my God, I'm on a spider web!' She was lying on a large, tightly woven spider web. The outer edges of the web were attached to the walls of the tower. The strands of the web were so tightly woven, the whole web looked more like a large hammock. She felt a strange fabric under her head. She tried to look at it as best she could. It appeared to be Spider-Man's shirt spread out under her head. She tried to reach up to it, but her arm wouldn't move, held in place by her robe. She moved her head up and looked down her body. Her robe seemed to be stuck to the web. The front of the robe was open, revealing her pajamas clad body.

"Hello!" she called out into the darkness. Her voice echoed off of the bell above her and walls. Suddenly, the web jiggled, as if something, someone, was moving on it from the side. She looked around and saw Spider-Man crawling on his hands and feet over to her on the web. She immediately noticed something was missing from his costume: his shirt. He still had on his mask, his gloves, and his pants, but his shirt .... She could clearly see his lean, muscular physique as he moved toward her. "Uhhh ... Spider-Man?"

"You rang, madame?" he responded. He crawled next to her and squatted by her side.

She paused for a moment, just staring at his bare chest. She managed to tear her eyes off his body to speak up. "Ummm ... where are we?"

"Saint Augustine's, just outside Queens."

"Saint Augustine's?" The name sounded familiar. "I think I used to go here when I was little." She looked around for a moment. "I don't remember this part of the church though."

"I don't think they let little girls into the bell tower, especially now that it's condemned."

Mary Jane shot a look at Spider-Man. "Condemned? You mean 'going to get torn down' condemned?"

"No, not ... yet."

"'Not yet?' What do you mean 'not yet?'"

"What I mean is ..." Spider-Man ran his gloved finger through Mary Jane's auburn hair. "... not today." He pushed a strand of her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Today, this is my place, and you ..." His fingers slid down her cheek. "... are my guest."

Mary Jane sat still, just feeling the touch of his rubber clad fingers, the ridges of the web pattern on the glove sliding across her skin. She tried to sit up. As she did, her robe fell off her shoulders, sticking to web. She looked down at the robe pooled around her. "Can your guest get a new robe?"

"Sorry, don't have any in your size," he joked.

Mary Jane looked into those silvery eyes as they looked back at her. "Why did you bring me here?"

"To thank you."

"For what?"

Spider-Man lifted up the mask up, exposing his mouth. "For thanking me."

Mary Jane reached up and ran his fingertips across his bottom lip. "Everyone ... thanks you."

He moved closer to her. "But not the way you did." A smile barely crossed her lips before he kissed them, just as tender as their first time. But this time was different. No rain, no muggers, just them. They wrapped their arms around each other as they lay down across the open robe and Spider-Man's shirt. He moved on top of her, the weight of his body pressing her into the web.

They couldn't stop kissing. Her hands roamed up and down his smooth back. His hands slid under her red top, caressing her silky soft skin. One hand ran rubbed the side of her stomach. The other ran slow circles around her breast. As the glove ran across her perky nipple, she sighed into his mouth. He carefully rolled the shirt up her chest. They broke their kissing long enough for him to slip the shirt up and off her arms and tossed it aside. He planted kisses along her neck, down to her breasts. She stretched her back, gently biting her bottom lip. As he moved down her stomach, he slid his hands under the waistband of her pajama bottom. He lifted her hips, and slipped off her pants.

As the cool night air washed over her naked body, Mary Jane looked down at Spider-Man kneeling between her legs. She never dreamed that this would happen, that she would be here lying naked with an honest to God hero, her first .... All of the sudden, she tried to cover herself. She wrapped one arm over her breasts and put her other hand over her pussy.

Spider-Man looked down at her. He didn't need his Spider Sense to tell she was feeling nervous. "What's wrong?"

Mary Jane paused for moment, breathing heavily. "Nothing. It's just ... this is ... my first."

He crawled over her body, moving his face to meet hers. He removed his gloves and place his hand on her cheek. His touch was so warm ... and so familiar. "It's ok. I should have told you before ... this is ... my first too."

For a moment, she thought she could see his eyes behind the mask, reflecting her nervous feeling. All she could do was smile, knowing that they would share something so beautiful. She reached up to his face and slowly pulled him into a deep, loving kiss. They embraced once again, bare skin to bare skin. She could feel his manhood straining in his pants, pressing into her thigh through the fabric.

Mary Jane broke the kiss and panted, "We got to get these pants off."

Spider-Man stood up and started sliding off his skin tight pants. Mary Jane knelt beneath him and helped. As she help him peel off the pants, his hard-on sprang out and almost hit her nose. The large head of the manhood pointed at her face. Spider-Man kicked his pants off to the side. She reached up and lightly touched the sides of his cock with her fingertips. It was the very first time she had ever gotten this close to an erection. She never dreamed it could get so long and thick.

Spider-Man's heart quickened at the feel of Mary Jane's unsure hands on his cock. She ran her fingers along the veins, running up and down the 8 inch length. Like an innocent child trying to figure out a new toy, she cupped his balls gently as she bit her lower lip. Tentatively, she leaned forward and quickly kissed the tip of his erection. She slowly planted kisses down the underside of his length, making her way to his balls. At the base, she ran her tongue back up to the tip.

Mary Jane lay back on her robe as Spider-Man descended on her. He knelt between her legs and bent down on top of her, laying on one more passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, rubbing her breasts and flat stomach. He reached down between her thighs, took hold of his raging hard-on, and pressed the head into her pussy. She broke their kiss with a sigh as she felt him sliding into her.

"Don't worry," he told her. "I'll go slow." True to his word, he moved it in slowly. Inch by inch, he gradually slipped his cock into her moist pussy. She closed her eyes tight and bit her lower lip as she felt him filling her. He was more than half of the way in when he felt a something pressing into the head of his cock. She really was a virgin. He pulled his hips back until his head was left inside of her. She started to tense up, sensing what he was going to do. Her inner muscles tightened around his cock head. He reached up with his free hand and caressed her cheek. "This might hurt a little, but it'll be OK," her reassured her. She took deep breaths as she stared into his silvery eyes. She shivered slightly as she relaxed her body, loosening her pussy around his cock. Once he felt her opening, he thrust his hips into her.

The world stopped. Mary Jane yelped out, feeling the sharp pain exploding inside of her. In an moment it faded, leaving only the feel of Spider-Man deep inside of her. His hips pressed into hers. She closed her eyes, letting her body shiver and settle down into her robe. She panted deeply. "Oh God," she sighed.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

She nodded. "I'm OK. It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would." She reached up to stroke his cheek and pulled him into another deep kiss. She could feel him pull his hips back slowly again. This time, she didn't get tense. When he thrust back into her, she felt only a wave of pleasure as he filled her once again. She gasped into his mouth. She rolled her hips to match his moves. They developed a slow, steady rhythm as they made love. The giant web rocked up and down beneath the large bell.

Mary Jane could feel the intense pleasure inside her building with each moment, each kiss, each thrust. It was going by like a blur. Their bodies rolled back and forth together in perfect union. They even panted and moaned in unison. She scratched her fingers down his back as she gave him a deep French kiss. Their tongues licked each other inside their mouths. She could feel her orgasm coming. Her body seemed to tighten  around Spider-Man as her moans grew louder and louder. Suddenly, she broke the kiss, throwing her head back as she screamed in joy. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock as he continued to thrust into her.

Spider-Man started pumping harder, making Mary Jane gasp and squeal. He held back his own orgasm to make their time together to last. The squeezing of her pussy made it hard for him to hold back as she milked his cock. He knew she was cumming, and he tried to keep it going. It felt so good inside of her. He couldn't hold it any more. With a deep yell, he thrust in hard one last time, spraying his hot cum into her pussy.

Mary Jane felt the heat of his cum filling her. Another mind-blowing orgasm crashed into. Her scream echoed around the tower. She wrapped her legs tightly around Spider-Man's waist. Her arms pulled him down onto her. She trembled in his arms, feeling her high dying down slowly. The bell seemed to spin around above her. She closed her eyes ....

As dawn peeked into the window, Mary Jane slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at the ceiling of her apartment. It slowly dawned on her. "I'm home," she sighed. She wiped her hand over her face as she stretched. Her hand landed on her chest, but felt fabric covering her breasts. She looked down and saw that she was wearing her red top. She raised up the blanket and looked down further. She had on her pajama bottom too. She looked around her room and saw her robe draped over a nearby chair. "Oh God, it was just a dream." She tried to get up, but gasped slightly at the soreness between her thighs. She reached one hand down into her pajama bottom and ran her fingers between her thighs. Her pussy felt very wet and her clit seemed very sensitive. She felt a small tremor of pleasure ripple through her as she touched herself. "I guess it was a really great dream," she tried to convince herself, thinking she had just rubbed herself in her sleep.

As she got up, Mary Jane headed to the robe on the chair. When she picked it up, she felt something sticky on the back of it. She looked closer at it and pulled a thick strand of webbing off of her robe. "No way," she said in disbelief. "No way." A piece of paper was attached to the web. She picked it up and sat back onto her bed as she read:

"MJ, thanks for a wonderful evening. Let's do it again sometime. Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

Mary Jane sighed. She pressed letter against her breast and fell back onto her bed. "I can't wait." *

Copyright © 2002 LairX.