It was later that night, one could say that it qualified for being much earlier in the morning. Regardless of the fact, it was sometime much later, after Gwen and Harry drifted off to sleep after their marathon session.
Gwen Stacy stood in the bathroom, having just used it. It was adjacent to Harry's bedroom so the walk wasn't really that far away. The blonde crossed her arms underneath her chest and leaned back so she could properly stretch. She stood before the mirror wearing nothing, but a pair of stockings. There were also a few questions that lurked in the back of her mind that she tried to answer to the best of her abilities.
There were changes, she knew that. She didn't really have a chance to hash out all of those changes due to the fact that she had been preoccupied with Harry. Hormones really drove her completely and absolutely nuts to be honest. It drove her nuts to the point where any rational thought just flew out the window and away from her.
Gwen pushed her hair out of her face and a lengthy sigh escaped from her mouth. She focused on herself in the full mirror and the changes that occurred to her were completely obvious.
It wasn't anything outrageous to be honest. She thought that it would be something a bit more. She certainly felt that she was different. That being said, Gwen recognized how the changes went, when she looked in the mirror.
First she shot up a few inches, that was the most obvious change. Her legs got a bit longer, thus that accounted for the fact that her skirt was riding up more on her last night. Her muscle tone increased and her breasts were a bit fuller.
Gwen slowly felt herself up when she looked in the mirror. These changes really should have been obvious last night. The curves she had was a far bit more prominent. It was no changes that were going to stand out too much.
At least not yet, and Gwen realized one thing. Her eye sight was completely and utterly perfect. Her contacts were removed the moment that Harry brought her back here and she didn't notice that they were missing until now.
She wouldn't need glasses or contacts right now. Of course, she could easily still pass herself off of wearing contacts because that's what she had been wearing mostly over the last year.
'Still, it's not like anyone is going to know the difference,' Gwen thought to herself, amusement brimming through her thoughts.
Her hands rested on her hips when she got a full view of herself in the mirror. Gwen checked herself for any obvious physical enhancements. The only changes were the ones that she discussed, at least the ones that could be obvious by the naked eye. And with the best fitting clothes possible, that wouldn't even be that obvious to be honest.
Gwen also noticed one other thing and she smiled thinking about it. Her stamina shot up to a new level, and her flexibility increased. She made a joke about having to test that. It wasn't so much of a joke the more that she thought about it.
She should be sorer than she was now, on the account that she was a virgin. Gwen didn't have any personal experience for the obvious reason. This was her first time.
'Must be some kind of healing factor,' she thought to herself, frowning in deep concentration. That was the best explanation that she could come up with.
And her first time was an extremely satisfying experience. Every time should be even more satisfying now that her body was more accommodated to it, powers or not.
That was something that registered a smirk on Gwen's face. The smirk grew even wider yet when she exited the bathroom.
Gwen's bright eyes focused on the bed that Harry was sleeping on. A mischievous plan began to form into the back of Gwen's plan. Something that she would have thought twice about a day ago. Now, she felt particularly daring.
The blonde edged over towards the bed and swung her hips. She realized how much that she used to have to adjust her eyesight to the light.
'Oh, this just keeps getting better and better,' Gwen thought to herself. With a swift movement, she threw her legs over Harry, straddling his sleeping form.
Gwen decided that this would be a better way for her to wake him up than just waking him up. Her lips found his with a passionate kiss, where her lower lips prepared to kiss something that was further on down.
Harry's eyes opened up and he placed his hands on her back suddenly. Gwen tried to exert some level of domination in an attempt to get the better of Harry.
Without a word, Harry enjoyed her teasing him for a moment. She thought that she had the better of this exchange. She was going to be proven wrong. He grabbed her around the hips and shifted her back onto the bed.
Seconds later, Gwen cursed and realized that she was underneath Harry. She was trapped, her legs spread underneath him.
"So, I think that someone is feeling pretty frisky this morning," Harry said; he ran his finger down her cheek and then past her collarbone.
Gwen shivered when she realized that Harry's hands inched further down her body. They rested underneath her breasts. They didn't cup them yet, but they came inches away from doing so. She thought that she could and potentially would lose her mind.
"I think that we should get a jump start on running some more tests to ensure the limits of my stamina," Gwen said and she bit down on her lip. "You know, just to make sure."
"Oh, I'm sure that you're just wanting to make sure," Harry said and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "And for the record, just to let you know, you're going to have to get up awful early in the morning to dominate….me….any….time."
Each word was emphasized and Gwen understood where he was going with this one. She felt her body heat up. He only was an inch inside of her and that was enough for her body to burn for more.
"So, what do you say we get on with those tests?" Harry asked her.
"YES!" Gwen moaned, and she was feeling tortured.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked and the look of burning desire in her eyes was enough to prompt him to slide into her.
Gwen felt his hardness shift inside her and pull all the way out of her. She groaned when she felt his throbbing prick go into her body.
The body could feel her wet walls contract around him.
"You just couldn't have enough after last night, could you?" Harry asked, grabbing her hips as he pushed into her deeply.
"No!"
Gwen moaned when her body was pleasured by his throbbing tool. It buried deeper into her body and she pushed her hips up, his manhood going deeper into her with each thrust. The blonde's hand wrapped around his bicep and she squeezed him.
Harry grinned, when he rammed into her from above. He held her hands behind her head and dominated her, when he drilled her completely into the bed. The blonde's moans increased. She was so hot and wet.
"HARRY!" Gwen moaned at the top of her lungs.
"I'm going to take you all over again," Harry whispered to her and his manhood slid its way into her hole.
Gwen was perfectly fine about that. Harry pulled almost all the way out of her body. The blonde was rolled over onto her hands and knees. His throbbing prick pushed against her dripping slit and there was a second where he hovered over her body.
"Give it to me Harry, give it to me," Gwen begged him and she swayed her hips wantonly next to him.
Harry cupped her from behind and ran his fingers to rub her slit. The blonde's eyes clamped shut and she panted even more heavily.
Seconds later, Harry rammed deep into her body. Her wet walls contracted around him and Harry hammered into her body.
"That's it, oh that's it, take me, take me harder!" Gwen moaned at the top of her lungs. Harry held onto her hips, swaying back and forth into her.
The blonde's hands grabbed onto the edge of the bed. She bit down hard onto her lips. Her orgasm slowly trickled out. Harry's hands explored her body, making sure to explore every nook and cranny. It slowly drove Gwen completely insane.
Harry grunted and he decided to allow her pleasure to be held back again. He wanted to make her understand who the dominate party was.
"One day, one day!" Gwen panted heavily and her hands locked onto the edge of the bed. She squealed when Harry played with her tits.
"We'll see," Harry said, his heavy balls slapped against her thighs when he pumped into her. The young man picked up his stride when he slammed himself into her.
Gwen shook her head, they would see someday. His hands touched her body and she was down on the bed.
He bit her down on the back of her neck. That caused her eyes to close and her hips to tighten extremely hard around him, milking his prick in tune for the thrusts.
Gwen could feel her body heat up and Harry picked up the pace for her. Her body could handle it. She stretched, showing her amazing flexibility. That allowed his cock to spear into her body.
Harry smiled and he could feel how horny she was underneath him. Her hot pussy clamped down onto him, stroking onto him. He slowed down a little bit, controlling her pleasure. He drew it out to ensure that her pleasure increased with each and every individual thrust that was inside her. His manhood battered her pussy, going into her stroke by stroke.
"Oh god," Gwen moaned and she felt her breath being drilled from her body. Harry's hands cupped her hot body and ran all over her.
She felt herself being brought to the edge. First her orgasm was out in a trickle and then it was out in an explosion. His manhood slammed into her hot body, and it massaged his prick when he entered her body.
"You're so close, I think that you're going to feel so good," Harry said and he rammed her body. "Do you want it, do you want to cum?"
Gwen wondered what kind of question that was and her body boiled with the ultimate level of pleasure.
"Yes, yes, please, please let me cum, I need to cum!" Gwen begged him as his strong hands continued to feel her up.
Harry really was putting her through an amazing amount of paces here. She didn't have enough after last night.
He was there, he was there to scratch every single itch that she had that rose from her heated loins. The blonde grinded her wet and hot pussy against him and pushed his manhood deep into her hot and lovely sheath of flesh. He kept up the pace, drilling her deeper and deeper. His manhood battered her.
Harry sensed her pleasure and he inhaled the scent that came from her. Her pussy dampened and he took himself into her completely.
"YES!" Gwen moaned and she felt her orgasm flood through her body. His throbbing prick rammed into her again.
Gwen felt him ride her from behind. She enjoyed the hot and tight doggy style fucking. His hands rubbed all over her body and the heat increased from her loins. The breathing picked up from her.
Harry pressed his lips to her ear. She shivered and his tongue rotated in the inside of her ear lobe.
"Are we having fun?" Harry asked her and Gwen tightened her pussy around him.
Her new powers caused her to become a nympho, she could never have enough sex. Her walls stroked him nice and hard, working his tool hard.
"Yes, I need you, into me, deeper, oh yes!"
Gwen moaned and she felt so really good. Her mind needed to reboot from the latest orgasm that Harry allowed her. He kept himself into her and worked into her body.
"We're going to be done soon," Harry whispered and Gwen gave a whine at that thought. He nibbled her neck and that caused her pleasure to pick up. "For now at least."
Gwen would have to agree that it would have to be for now. She felt the excitement boil over in her body. His manhood slammed deeper into her body. The blonde closed her eyes tightly when he worked into her.
"Oh yes, oh yes, more, more, you know how to…..make me feel really good," Gwen begged him and Harry roamed his hands all over her body.
"It's cumming soon."
Harry picked himself up to the homeward stretch and kept slamming himself into Gwen's tight body. The blonde's hot walls caressed his throbbing prick and he worked into her.
Each thrust caused her body to heat up and Harry finished his path into her. He sped up his thrusts and their sexual organs were almost like a blur.
Gwen's eyes fixed shut and she bit down on her lip. Harry held her arms back to get the leverage that he could. She could feel his orgasm easing towards her. It caused her blood to boil and her loins to heat up with each thrust into her body.
"Cumming," Harry whispered at her.
"Yes, please," Gwen agreed with him. Her loins got even hotter and she wanted Harry to cum into her.
His balls tightened with a potential roaring rush. He worked his path into her body. After a few more thrusts Harry came.
Gwen's body thrashed underneath his thrusts and the cum splashed into her body. Her nerve endings were hyper sensitive now and she felt the force of dozens of miniature orgasm.
Harry shuddered to a stop, having filled up her body with his sticky gift.
"Not done."
A very exquisite private jet landed down at a New York airport. It could be very obvious that the people who were on the Jet were among the most well off and the richest in the world. It was rather early in the morning so there was pretty much no one around to see it.
The first man off of the jet was Norman Osborn. He walked off of the jet in a stiff manner, his eyes focused rigidly in front of him. He crossed his arms when he kept his forward movement. A briefcase dangled from his hands.
Next Peter Parker-Osborn walked off and he was extremely calm and talking about something.
"So, we can spin this and make sure that OsCorp comes out clean," Norman told him. "If the electrician makes a full recovery, then we can find his price to get him not to go to the press with his story."
"It was an accident though, it can happen to anyone," Harold Osborn suggested as he staggered off of the plane, carrying a large bag.
"Yeah, it can happen to anyone, if they're not paying attention to what they're doing," Norman said, watching Harold nearly trip "And don't embarrass yourself and don't say anything when we're there. Let Peter and me do all of the talking."
"But I can…"
"Given the fact that you had to settle for a public school, I'm not too confident about your ability to string two words together," Norman told Harold with contempt. He didn't even bother to give him any help with his bag.
"I've tried hard…"
"To try means you're just on the level of a special needs child," Norman said in a snappy voice. "An Osborn succeeds. Perhaps if you can be more like your brother, you might be able to accomplish something with your life."
Harold clenched his fists together and he was trying to breath in and out. He was so sick and tired of hearing about that. How he should be better than he was. How he should be Peter!
He was about ready to retort that if his old flesh and blood was so flawed, then that was a flaw because of Norman Osborn and no one else. Harold Osborn didn't have the guts to do such a thing even though he thought about it. Oh he really thought about it. He really thought about it.
Harold looked over his shoulder and he saw Peter's assistant make her way down the steps with each step causing her pain. No one bothered to help her out of the plane; Norman and Peter were discussing something, so they were preoccupied.
As for Harold, well he didn't care for her too much.
"Menken should be arriving in a few moments, shouldn't he?" Peter asked Norman and Norman nodded his head roughly in response.
"Yes, he was told to pick us up," Norman said. "We need to get back to OsCorp and assess the damage, and also assess if anything of value had been lost."
The backup systems were completely online and that allowed them to preserve much of what they had there.
The assistant made her way down the steps, her knee nearly buckling underneath her. It was a cool morning so her damaged leg really was buggered.
The eyes of the brunette shifted when she saw Harold Osborn's bag shifting from his arms. The girl took pity on him, and tried to help him secure the bag.
Harold allowed the bag to slip into her hands completely, and forced her to carry it. She gave a pained gasp and a scowl, when she tried to balance the bag, along with her walking stick.
"Here he comes around the corner," Peter pointed out and Norman frowned.
"He better have a good excuse for being this late," Norman whispered in his harshest tone in his voice.
There was a loud thump behind them and Peter's assistant fell to the ground, underneath the weight of the bag.
Norman's eyes diverted on her with a critical view. "Get up."
She struggled to get up to her feet. Peter walked over towards her and extended his hand to help her up.
"You need to be more careful," Peter said, helping his assistant to his feet.
Norman was almost certain that this particular young woman milked a lot of her handicap. She just seemed like the type of person who would want to get attention in front of a big crowd.
The limo pulled up and the door opened, with Donald Menken poking his head out.
"You're late," Norman said in a critical voice and he stared the man down.
"My apologies, sir," Menken told him in a silky voice.
"Don't apologize, just get the bags into the back, and get us to OsCorp," Norman told Menken, and he watched the brunette shove Harold's oversized bag into Menken's arms.
"What the hell is in this thing?" Menken grumbled.
"That isn't your concern, just put it in the trunk," Harold said in a snappy voice. "I'll be back in a minute."
His father ignored that bit of interplay and he turned to Peter. Despite the fact that Peter was the preferred son, he was not immune to Norman Osborn's critical and often harsh tongue.
"You need to be more careful with your charity cases, they'll expect it if you help them too often," Norman told Peter underneath his breath. "It's like a dog begging for a handout. You give it to them once, and they keep coming back. Eventually, you're going to need to put a bullet through its head because it's weak and pathetic, and can't do anything for itself."
"She's useful," Peter muttered underneath his breath, so only Norman could hear him.
"You can do better, son," Norman told him.
"Nothing like that," Peter said in a stoic voice.
"I see," Norman said and he turned around, realizing that Menken was watching. "Get us to OsCorp."
Peter and his assistant were already in the limo, and Norman followed him.
"What about your son?" Menken asked.
"Leave him there," Norman answered him. "If he can't be ready to go when it's time to leave, then it's his fault."
Menken didn't argue with him and they drove back to OsCorp.
Harold disappeared for a moment to use the restroom and when he returned, they had left him stranded in the middle of the airport parking lot.
"Well that's fucking great," Harold groaned and he wanted to slam his fist into something and hard.
It wasn't the first time that he was stranded in the middle of somewhere to teach him a lesson. The two bodyguards on the plane were the only two that were left with him.
"My father went off again without me, didn't he?" Harold asked and the bodyguard nodded in response.
This was really not his day. Actually this was worse than not being his day, his day quite frankly sucked in more ways than one. He couldn't even begin to count the ways regarding how much his day sucked.
The sweet smells of breakfast woke up Harry and Gwen after their latest round of love making. That had kept them preoccupied for a long time and they slowly woke up to those smells and those sensations. The two of them quickly got dressed in the clothes that were scattered around from the previous night. They all found their way into two separate piles throughout the course of the night which was kind of convenient.
The two of them made their way to the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of Ben Parker who was sitting at the table eating breakfast. May puttered around in the kitchen, doing the various morning chores that went with running a house.
"Good morning, Harry, Gwen," Ben said and he raised his eyebrow. Gwen's presence raised a few questions that he felt that he was better off not knowing the answer.
"Good morning," Harry said with a smile, and he walked over, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek
"Good morning, Mr. Parker, Mrs. Parker," Gwen said in a jovial voice and she parked herself down on a seat of the table, with Harry taking the seat next to her.
"Good morning to both of you as well, we're going to have to go to the store later, we're about out," May said.
Gwen gave a sheepish grin in response, but it was missed when she fixed her face into a stoic and calm expression. She ravenously took the offering of pancakes that had been taken down.
Ben chuckled. "Well someone was in desperate need of breakfast this morning."
Both Ben and May brushed off the fact that Gwen was here. Again they figured that Harry and Gwen were responsible enough that they didn't have to worry about things, at least they didn't have to worry about things too much.
"You know Gwen, I'm pretty sure that my hand isn't an edible source of food," Harry said, deciding to help himself to some of the pancakes.
Ben yawned.
"A long night," Harry said calmly.
"You don't know the half of it," Ben told him, shaking his head. "I need to go ahead and drive May to work, and then head off to bed."
That was right, their shifts were like two ships passing in the night sometimes. They took Gwen being here in fair enough stride and it lead to a fairly easy conversation.
"The two of you take care of yourself, and if you need anything, there's more pancakes," May said to them, and Gwen looked very excited about that prospect.
Once May and Ben were gone, Harry looked completely thoughtful about that fact.
"We should run some tests and figure out what you're capable of," Harry told her.
Gwen smiled. "That's a good idea. We should go over to Mary Jane's….and see if she has some workout clothes and an outfit that I can wear later."
The outfit that she wore was growing extremely snug around her body, even with the modifications that Harry added on it through the magic of magic. The two of them finished up completely and cleared up.
It wasn't that long of a walk over to Mary Jane's because she lived next door. Both Harry and Gwen walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
A silver haired kindly woman entered the door. "Oh, Harry, Gwen….it's good to see both of you again?"
"Hello, Mrs. Watson, is Mary Jane in?" Harry asked her.
Anna Watson nodded in confirmation for this. "Yes, you want me to go get her?"
"Yes, please," Harry agreed with her and Anna Watson turned around.
Almost moments later, Mary Jane made her way down the steps. She wore a black top and designer blue jeans along with a stylish pair of boots. She wore a pair of eyeglasses this morning, having not put her contacts in because it wasn't a school day.
"Gwen, Harry!" Mary Jane squealed and she rushed over to give both of them a hug.
She blushed slightly when she pulled her way and she stood up straight to them, shaking her head.
"It's good to see you as well, MJ," Harry told her and Gwen confirmed that with a bright smile.
"So what can I do for you today?" Mary Jane asked her.
"Gwen needs an outfit and some workout clothes for today, you might have noticed that she hit a bit of a growth spurt," Harry told her.
Mary Jane frowned and she looked at Gwen. She noticed and when she noticed, she couldn't exactly turn away from the beautiful blonde that was in front of her. The redhead cleared her throat suddenly.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I'll have something that will fit her," Mary Jane said to them. "So, how are things going at OsCorp?"
Gwen and Harry discussed what they were working on at OsCorp recently to her. They wondered if the accident had even hit the news yesterday. It would have been a miracle if it didn't.
"I heard that there was an accident yesterday, I'm glad to see neither of you were hurt," Mary Jane said and she rifled through her closet, thoughtfully with a critical eye.
"Believe us, we're just as glad as you are that neither of us were hurt," Harry told her and she laughed in amusement. "The truth was that both of us were out for lunch and we missed everything by the time we got back."
Mary Jane didn't really see any reason to why this wouldn't be the case.
"Let's see what we've got for you….oh I think that this would work nicely," Mary Jane said, nearly bouncing up and down in amusement. She stopped. "And this would be in your size…..you can try this on if you want…..my bathroom is right next door."
Gwen walked into the bathroom to try on the clothes, she had a bit more of a spring to herself.
"So exactly what's up with her, there's something different," Mary Jane said to Harry and Harry smiled.
"That's Gwen's place to say, and not mine," Harry told her and Mary Jane let out her next statement in a lengthy whistle.
"Okay, fair enough," Mary Jane agreed, she wasn't going to pry any more than she had to.
Gwen returned from the room and walked over.
"So, how do I look?" Gwen asked her.
"You look amazing," Mary Jane said as she smiled and looked over Gwen.
"Yeah, you look good enough to eat," Harry said with a wink and he pulled her over with a smile and into a deep hug.
Mary Jane wondered if she could ask this question or if it would be considered a bit too personal to even pry this month. The redhead furiously fought with herself in the recesses of her mind.
"I guess the two of you are together," Mary Jane said.
"Yes, we spent the night together," Gwen said and she allowed Mary Jane's active imagination to begin to fill in the blanks as she wanted to.
"That's great, I'm happy for you," Mary Jane said in a bubbly voice, but she shook her head.
Was she disappointed a little bit? Maybe because she had a crush on Harry but if you snooze, you lose. Gwen was pretty on the ball in this situation.
"How about the three of us get together for dinner?" Harry asked her.
"I don't know, I wouldn't want to be a third way," Mary Jane said and Gwen roughly nudged her.
"Nonsense, we'd love to have you," Gwen commented, with a knowing smile and there was something about that expression that caused Mary Jane to shiver.
She wasn't going to argue too much about it. A free meal was a free meal.
Harry and Gwen washed the dishes and now Harry found himself on Norman Osborn, who had called him.
"Yeah, I heard about the accident," Harry informed to Norman. "I was out having lunch with my girlfriend when it happened, and by the time we got back, the building was underneath lockdown."
"It was a lucky break for you not to be in there at that time," Norman commented to him in his gruff tone of voice. There was absolutely no reason whatsoever not to accept this story. "So, what's the progress report on the project so far?"
"Well it was just like I told Otto Octavius, one of two things could happen," Harry explained to him. "If we can't stabilize the formula, it will horrifically mutate it, in the case of an animal."
"What about a human?" Norman asked him.
"That's the other thing, it will kill any humans, they can't handle the formula at all in its unstable state," Harry explained to him.
He decided to keep the fact that if someone had a latent X-Gene, they would be able to survive the formula. Harry figured that type of information would be on a need to know basis. Besides, Harry suspected that there would be a lot of questions.
"Everything will be back running by Monday, so you should be able to finish your work, and we can talk in person," Norman said to him.
"Okay fine, I'll see you then," Harry said and he put up the phone, saying his goodbyes to Norman Osborn.
Harry turned around and saw Gwen standing there. She wore a red and blue pair of spandex training shorts, along with a sports bra. She waited for him with her hands placed on his hips. With a grin on his face, Harry leaned in and gave her a small kiss.
"We're heading to the backyard for the tests," Harry explained to her with a nudge towards her. "I've converted a shed into a small gym, and we can do the same workout that I do, until we've reached your limits."
"Bring it on," Gwen said and the two of them walked to the backyard and reached the shd in question.
The two of them stretched and caused each other to be warmed up for a couple of minutes.
"Okay, you're nice a limber," Harry said and he bent her arms back, and stretched them. He ran his hands over the back of her legs and felt the tightness of her muscles.
"Yeah, I'm good," Gwen agreed.
The two of them did some basic weight training exercises. When Harry could see Gwen lifted up the weights like they were paper, he decided to switch tactics.
She was on the bench press and she lifted it up. Harry kept adding more weights to the bar until she couldn't lift it anymore.
Only she couldn't really reach this point.
"That's about as far as I can take you with the equipment that I have here," Harry said and he looked towards Gwen. "You're not breaking a sweat, are you?"
"No, not really," Gwen said and she lifted the bar up in an attempt to hold it in her hands. She smiled.
"It's something that I would have trouble lifting without help, so you're strength is growing," Harry said and he frowned. "But I don't think that you're going to hit your limits with anything that we have in this gym."
Gwen wasn't even having a work out to be honest. She felt a slight strain towards the end. It still wasn't a problem to be honest.
"We're going to have to find a way to further test your limits," Harry told her and she sat up. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her a relaxing massage.
"What are you going to do?" Gwen asked to him. "Throw a car on top of me and see if I can lift it up?"
Harry smiled and continued to rub her shoulders. That caused a slight moan to escape from her lips.
"Something along those lines, but nothing that extreme," Harry informed her.
He did think about it and he had a few ideas. Whether they would work or not, he would have to check something.
The trio of Harry, Gwen, and Mary Jane arrived for a night to the town. They were dressed in the nicest clothes possible.
"Wow, a pretty nice place and not too pretentious nice either, I like it," Mary Jane said with a grin on her face.
"Well we wouldn't have any problems going through the front door," Harry said.
Since he dated Felicia, he knew the club scene extremely well. So he knew his way around and knew the places that were a hot spot out of town.
"Harry!" a voice shouted and Harry's eyes averted towards one Liz Allan with a smile on her face. "Gwen, MJ, it's good to see you."
Liz was standing there with Flash Thompson, who was dressed in what passed as nice clothes for him. He wasn't wearing his Varsity football jacket for once and if one had to be honest, he looked kind of naked and odd without it.
"Hey, Liz, how are you doing?" Harry asked her and Liz gave him a smile and she nodded in response. "Flash."
"Harry," Flash said in a gruff voice. He didn't want to cause any trouble. Mostly because Harry Evans-Potter would smack him back into line had tried anything.
Flash Thompson did have some of the common sense that had been gifted to the common mule, so he was able to keep his tongue.
"So, they're on again and off again thing is on again," Gwen muttered to Mary Jane out of the corner of her mouth.
"This week, but who knows what it will be like by the end of tonight," Mary Jane commented to Gwen with a smile on her face.
That was true and Gwen noticed that Liz was eying Harry up like he was a side of beef.
"So, how are you doing, Liz?" Harry asked her.
"Oh, I'm doing well, it's good to finally have some time out on the town," Liz said, placing her hands on her hips. "You yourself?"
"Oh, I've been keeping busy," Harry told her.
Liz's eyes fixated on both Gwen and Mary Jane who were looking at Harry. There was a second where she pieced together some kind of scenario in her mind about how Harry was keeping busy. Given that she was gifted by an overactive imagination, she dreamed up something interesting about how he was keeping busy.
"I see," Liz said to him.
"Come on Harry, I believe that you promised us a dance," Mary Jane said and she fluttered her eyelashes at them.
"And I promised MJ that she could have a piece of you first," Gwen said with a knowing smile when she looked back at Harry.
Harry laughed for a moment and he lead Mary Jane out onto the dance floor. He left Liz hanging there and Flash was saying something to her. Something that caused her to blow him off.
"So, I'm ready if you are," Harry said and he placed his hands around Mary Jane's waist.
The redhead smiled and Gwen folded her arms and legs against each other watching. She got to see Harry in action and she would have to say, that he was pretty good.
He finished the dance and dipped Mary Jane who smiled after it. She backed off and looked over her shoulder.
"Your turn," Mary Jane said with a smile to Gwen and Gwen walked over with a grin and acted like that she was going to dance with Mary Jane. "With Harry, you know."
"Oh, I knew, why don't you sit down and get a drink?" Gwen asked her.
"Yeah, it's on me," Harry said to her.
"Well, I'm hardly going to argue with that, aren't I?" Mary Jane asked and she sauntered over to do as she was asked.
That allowed Harry and Gwen to have their dance on the floor. Things got a bit more intense than the light hearted teasing that Harry was giving Mary Jane. Especially considering when Harry's hands got very busy, lighting touching the spots that Gwen wanted to be touched. Her thighs closed as she tried to hold back the rush of pleasure. She couldn't really think that she could do it that much.
Gwen's blood got pumping and she couldn't handle it any more. She walked over and said something to Mary Jane.
Harry raised his eyebrow and seconds later, Gwen scoped out a secluded spot. She grabbed Harry around the arm and lead him over.
Mary Jane was a bit behind them and she walked closer to them. She knew that Gwen and Harry went off to take care of something, and she was able to put it together rather easily. She was about on par to those two intelligent wise after all.
They didn't return for a while and she felt like she needed to walk closer to see if they would come back.
Mary Jane could see then and she watched Gwen's legs kick up in the air. She heard the grunts of pleasure.
The redhead's eyes widened, she wasn't sure that someone could really bend that way. But she was surprised.
'How can that even fit?' Mary Jane thought to herself and she subconsciously started to rub her thighs.
The moans and sounds were kept down but that added to the erotic appeal of the situation. Mary Jane watched her best friend and her crush get it on.
He pinned her against the wall and Mary Jane realized that her fingers were halfway in herself. She lifted her fingers up and slowly tasted herself.
She didn't realize that her fingers soaked themselves through that much.
Things were about to be intense and Mary Jane thought that she should really back off and not watch this. She was invading their privacy.
She couldn't completely pull herself away. Her breathing increased the more that she got into the show.
Mary Jane wasn't the only person who caught a free view. Liz walked off after Flash bolted after an argument that they had. And since he was her ride home, she stranded was at the club. She saw Harry and Gwen walk off somewhere and she wanted to ask Harry for a ride home.
She stopped and froze at what she saw. She watched him go into her and he fit it all into her.
Liz watched and could see the other voyeur watching off to the side. She wondered if either of them was noticed from where they were.
"Mmm," she muttered underneath her breath and she realized that she might have said things a little too much.
Liz quickly excused herself to head to the nearest bathroom, hoping she didn't knock over a chair in the process.