Chapter 1: Webbed Up

“Penni, I don’t get why you’re so embarrassed about us going to your place. You’ve seen how messy I am, there’s nothing to worry about babe,” says the blonde walking next to me, her hand in mine as we approach my apartment door.

“Ya, I know that, but… there’s just this one thing that’s kind of really dorky and I don’t want it to ruin tonight's fun!” As I finish putting the small silver key inside of its hole, I giggle a little, thinking about how that’s what I’ll be doing tonight, at least in some capacity. Pushing the door open we’re greeted with a scream from the tiny little lion in front of us, demanding I feed him.

“Calm down, Sergei! I’ll get you your damn food, ya little hunter!”

Gwen takes a minute to look straight at me, and then lets out a loud laugh. I guess she realized where I got my names from, but it’s kind of obvious when you get to know me this much, I wear my nerdiness like a pride pin, this one just happens to be red and blue! I get the screaming cat his food finally, dumping a scoop in his bowl, and then proceed to lead my girlfriend through my small apartment, stopping at the door to my bedroom.

“Look… I’m really embarrassed, we don’t have to go in there tonight, we can just watch TV or something if you want? We could watch Morbi-”

“We aren’t watching Morbius,” she cuts me off, her face dead serious. “You send me enough of those memes all the time. It is not morbin time, babe.” She walks past me, opening the door to the room I’ve been afraid to let her see. “Are those spider-man bed sheets?”

My face turns as red as the mask that the hero on my bed wears as I nod silently, looking down while twiddling my fingers. She pushes my chin up enough so I can see her face, which isn’t that hard since I’m taller than her, and she gives me a quick kiss, which then turns into more as she slips her tongue in between my lips. The feeling of her tongue on mine, our mouths connected, causes something to stir down there as I feel a bit of pressure start to form in my panties.

I break off the kiss just long enough to get a breath in, and ask her the fated question. “Do you want to take this to the bed, or would you rather do it where he,” she says pointing to the bedsheets, “won’t watch us?” She doesn’t respond, instead she tries to push me onto the bed, before realizing she lacks the strength. Seeing her pouting face when she realizes she can’t force me down, I grab her ass, pick her up, and throw her down onto the webbed sheets.

“Poor little Gwen, so weak and fragile. Let’s hope that I’m your hero tonight and not a villain,” I whisper into her ear, getting her to whimper in response. I take it as a sign to go further, kissing the side of her neck, nibbling slightly as I move closer up towards her head, eliciting more delightful squeaks from her. As I feel her hips start to buck a little, I rub my leg in between her thighs, causing her to moan loudly into my ear.

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