Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 13:49:38 -0800 (PST)
From: John O'Connor <lushcoltrane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coming To Terms

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."
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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