Chapter 11*

[Peter Parker's POV]

An assignment is an assignment. 

I've done my part.

"You won't even punish him?" 

Flash asked again with a serious expression.

"If I punished every hit to the head, you'd have been kicked off the basketball team in the first week, Thompson." 

Coach scoffed and walked back to the rest of the students.

I threw the ball into the hoop with little effort and again.

'Tch, always hitting the mark is boring, but I'm not playing in school competitions unless there's money involved.'

"Hey, Peter..."

I turned to the redhead.

"Thanks."

"Anytime, MJ." 

I recalled Peter's childhood when she used to stand up for the little nerd. 

"I know you could've handled him yourself, but I couldn't just walk past that. Now it's your turn to protect me, Tiger."

She smiled, clearly remembering the past as well. She called Peter by his old childhood nickname for the first time in years.

"Flash is still the same jerk as he was back then. Did something happen between you two yesterday? I've never seen him crawl away like a beaten dog."

"You could say that, but I don't want to brag." 

I shrugged.

"Oh, Tiger, don't be like that… Come on, tell me." 

She poked me in the bicep.

"Hasn't your friend told you yet?" 

I tossed another ball into the hoop.

"No, but Flash snapped at her yesterday, and she's been walking around upset all day. It looks like they broke up."

MJ crossed her arms.

"We fought in the parking lot after school. As you can see, I'm fine, and he's the "beaten dog.""

"Did he hit you?" 

MJ asked, her voice suddenly worried, and my spider sense tingled a bit.

'She definitely won't believe me if I say no. And if I tell her I took him down with one punch, she won't believe me either. I'll have to bend the truth."

"He always hits me. It's no big deal, but you should've seen him yesterday." 

I shook my head. 

"He couldn't even stand up right away, his friends had to carry him off. Ask anyone if you don't believe me."

"So, you're finally free from his tyranny, Tiger?" 

She smiled.

"Yup, I took away his favorite punching bag." 

I pointed to myself. 

"Now all that's left is his girl, family, and friends, but what am I supposed to do with all that trash afterward?" 

I laughed at my own joke.

"I know you probably won't listen to me, but Liz isn't that bad." 

Mary Jane sat down on a bench while I threw another ball into the hoop.

"Yeah, sorry, hard to believe. Even if she's not as bad, she still treats me like complete trash. What else would you expect from a stereotypical cheerleader slut?" 

The ball went into the basket. 

"I can't believe the stereotypical jock would ever dump her."

"But you're not the stereotypical nerd anymore, Tiger. Liz can step out of her role too. She's actually pretty good at languages and biology."

"I'm sure she's great at biology. I bet her favorite topic is sexual reproduction. You can come up with your own joke about languages, but she's definitely mastered that skill at a high level."

"Ugh, that's not the image I wanted in my head." 

She wrinkled her nose in a funny way. 

"But I don't think she's as promiscuous as you think. If she was, Flash would never have dumped her in the first place."

I let out a skeptical grunt as I suddenly felt dizzy, and my vision darkened.

"Peter!" 

Mary Jane exclaimed, rushing over to me.

'What the hell?'

I thought, bracing my hands on the ground. 

'I tried everything yesterday, so why am I feeling like this now...?'

"I'm fine, really." 

I said as she helped me sit down on the bench. 

"Don't worry."

"Is this because of Flash? Did he hit you on the head?"

"The world doesn't revolve around Flash, Mary Jane." 

I muttered, trying to blink away the dizziness and come up with an excuse. 

"Yesterday, I tried to climb up to our old 'base,' remember that? Hit my head a bit while climbing."

"It's still abandoned? I thought it was gone. I haven't been there in ages."

 She replied and frowned. 

"But you're not going to distract me with nostalgia, Tiger. I'm taking you to the nurse."

"I'll be fine on my own." 

I said, standing up, staying steady even though half my vision was still blurry.

"Just tell Coach I went to grab something for my headache."

"Are you sure you'll make it, Peter?" 

She asked, clearly worried.

"Yeah, no problem. I didn't hit my head that hard." 

I said, walking steadily toward the locker room.

I threw on my jacket, swapped my gym pants for regular ones, grabbed my bags, and was ready to skip the last thirty minutes of class for the day.

'Beating up school kids, skipping classes... all that's left is to sleep with a teacher, and I'd be in some twisted teen novel'" 

I shook my head, realizing what I was doing.

However, it seemed reasonable from my perspective. 

What else was I supposed to do? 

Swing around the city in spandex and save people? Well, I was preparing for that.

The nurse's office looked straight out of a typical scene from some hentai manga with curtains. 

Unfortunately, no sexy nurses here, just a plump lady in a white medical coat. 

She took my temperature and gave me some aspirin.

'That smell again… Is it just me, or is my temperature rising?'

I thought to myself.

"So, your vision's blurry?" 

The nurse asked.

"Kind of..."

"Have you lost consciousness recently?"

"Uh..." 

"No."

"Anything else hurting? Any cramps?"

"Nope."

"Hmm... Alright, sit here until the end of the lesson. Stay put until your headache goes away.

Suddenly, her phone rang. 

Seriously, am I the only one stuck with my old stuff? Why does everyone have smartphones? 

I may want to look at memes on social media too.

"Hello? Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, I have patients here… Just a moment." 

She pulled a bag from under the desk.

"I'll be back after the call, but if you're feeling better, you can go home." 

She hurried off somewhere.

"Do nurses ever change from one world to another? This one is also off to grab some tea at least the clinic isn't closed 24/7."

Now I finally have the chance to see who's behind this damn curtain. 

That smell drives me insane; I can't stop thinking about it. Since I was not hearing any warnings from my spider senses, I boldly pushed aside the curtain.

"Cindy?" 

I asked the half-Asian girl in surprise, whose wet eyes were shining with excitement.

Cindy's shorts were slightly lowered, and she herself was caressing her crotch with her fingers, tightly covering her mouth with her other hand.

The smell wasn't too strong before, but now it was like I was in it. In addition, it was such an erotic sight that my pants got very tight.

"From you…" 

She whispered.

"What, forgive me?" 

I asked with trembling hands and gradually switched off the brain.

'This smell… these are pheromones… like Jessica Drew. Oh, fuck…'

I'd never really wanted to pounce on a girl before. 

Of course, there were impulses, but I had never come so close to the edge. I wanted to push her right into this couch and just brutally fuck her.

"I said…" 

She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her.

"That smell is coming from you!"

Cindy's was enough to throw me down on the couch, right on top of the excited schoolgirl. She grabbed me with her arms and legs, pressing her lips to mine.

I didn't have any superhuman willpower, and I only noticed out of the corner of my mind that I was completely losing my mind. 

Responding to the kiss, I run my hands over her body and, going lower, completely pull off her already unbuttoned shorts along with her wet panties. 

Cindy insistently puts her hands under my clothes, feeling my renewed body with her touch.

Lifting myself up with one hand, I unbutton my pants, and she abruptly pulls off along with the last barrier. 

She instantly switched from stroking her entire body and concentrated on the main organ that would participate in the process.

I rubbed my fingers against her wet pussy while persistently playing with her in her mouth with my tongue. 

She clearly did not have much experience in kissing since she moved it very chaotically, and saliva flowed from our lips.

I sped up my movements and inserted my fingers into her. I could feel how her shaking hips squeezed my hand.

She broke the kiss and spat into her hand, lubricating my cock with her saliva. 

She sped up the movements of her hand and, spreading her legs wide, whispered in my ear:

"... Put it in..." 

Those were the best words I've heard in this world.

After waiting for permission, I abruptly inserted it into her pussy, overcoming a small obstacle. 

Cindy screamed but was instantly shut up by the kiss. 

She was incredibly tight, and I was going to enjoy her first time. Well, and technically mine too, since I was in a new body.

After fulfilling my recent dream, I pressed her into the couch and began to move my hips. 

She grabbed my shoulders tighter and tried to move towards me. 

We didn't spare each other at all in our attempt to get pleasure and moved literally like a sewing machine.

After a wave of pleasure, I grabbed her by the waist and sped up, causing her to moan long and hard. 

After almost fully pulling my cock out, I stopped her from trying to sit on it again. I then teased her before thrusting into her all the way. 

Trying to hold back a scream, Cindy clenched her teeth tighter and rolled her eyes. 

I continued to penetrate her until she came, tightly squeezing her walls around my cock.

It was clear from her predatory gaze that we were not finished yet, but I had just begun. 

When I turned her over onto her stomach, she immediately raised her ass higher. 

I noticed that she was now wagging much more actively.

Leaning on her with my whole body, I put my hands under her thin blouse and moved the interfering bra. 

After I reached her body, I squeezed her small breasts, which fit perfectly in my palms, and began to pound harder into her tight pussy. 

A few minutes later, my cock began to pulsate, and her pussy responded with convulsive contractions. 

I had to pull my cock out of her so as not to cum.

She immediately pressed her lips to it, clumsily but diligently trying to please me with her tongue. 

I put my hand on the back of her head, moving towards her. She raised her eyes to me and looked uncertainly, continuing to suck. 

I'm not sure what made me cum harder, but she swallowed her mouth full of cum with difficulty, then opened it and showed it to me

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