A Life in Marvel
Chapter 9 - Part 1
The gym had been turned into something that almost looked classy. Strings of fairy lights crisscrossed the ceiling like someone had spent way too long on Pinterest. A cheap disco ball spun lazy circles of colored light across the bleachers, throwing red, blue, and gold flecks over everyone. The usual basketball-court smell of old rubber and sweat was mostly covered by fog-machine haze and too much body spray. "Midtown Masquerade" banners hung crooked on the walls, but nobody gave a shit. It was Homecoming. For one night the school felt like it mattered.
Morgan and Gwen stepped through the double doors arm-in-arm.
Her emerald dress was doing exactly what it was supposed to. Floor-length silk hugged every new line of her body like it had been poured on. The high neckline and long sleeves looked elegant from a distance, but up close the fabric clung to the firm swell of her tits, the flat plane of her stomach, and the powerful curve of her ass. Every step made the silk slide over her thighs with a soft whisper. Her blonde hair was twisted up, a few loose strands brushing her neck. She looked like she could walk straight onto a runway or snap a guy's neck without breaking a sweat.
Morgan felt the room hit him all at once.
A wave of teenage want rolled over his senses—hot, messy, loud, and everywhere. Surface thoughts flickered through his head like bad radio static. Half the football team was locked on Gwen, sure, but it wasn't just her.
Fuck, look at Liz in that blue dress. Those tits look even bigger up close. Bet they'd feel amazing wrapped around my cock.
Sarah's ass in those tight black pants… I've wanted to bend her over since sophomore year.
God, MJ looks hot when she's not scowling. Those long legs… I'd let her step on me.
Why the hell is Ned's date smiling at him like that? She's way out of his league. I'd treat her better.
Flash keeps staring at that freshman girl's cleavage. He's gonna pop a boner right here.
If I could get Cindy alone in the bathroom for five minutes…
Peter's taller than I remembered. Kinda cute when he's nervous.
That senior in the red top has the best ass in the grade. I'd eat it right here if I could.
Fuck, I want to watch my girlfriend make out with another girl tonight…
Jealousy spiked hard from a cluster of girls near the punch bowl. Gwen thinks she's so special just because she filled out. Whatever. My ass is better. Another girl was thinking about her own boyfriend but picturing Morgan's hands instead. Two guys in letterman jackets were low-key arguing over who could pull Liz away from Peter later. A junior girl was wet just watching her best friend dance close with some senior, imagining joining them. One of the chaperones was trying not to stare at a senior girl's legs while remembering his own high-school days. The whole room was a stew of horniness, envy, and half-formed fantasies.
Morgan's mouth curved. He leaned in close, lips brushing Gwen's ear as they walked.
"Flash is staring at that freshman's ass like he wants to die mad about it," he murmured. "But the kid next to him is thinking about bending Sarah from chem over the bleachers and eating her out till she squirts on his letterman jacket. Girl in the red dress? She's soaked watching her own girlfriend grind on that tall senior. Keeps picturing them both naked in the locker room. And that group by the speakers? Two of them are hard just thinking about Liz's tits bouncing if she dances any harder."
Gwen's breath hitched, but she kept her smile in place. Her fingers tightened on his arm. "You're terrible."
"You love it." He let his hand slide lower on her waist, thumb brushing the top of her ass through the silk. "Half the football team is jealous as fuck of me right now, but the other half is busy eye-fucking each other. That big guy in the gray suit just imagined railing his best friend in the bathroom while his date waits outside. And the girl in the silver top? She's dripping thinking about making out with her lab partner later. Whole room's horny tonight."
They kept walking, Morgan feeding her a running commentary under his breath. "See the couple slow-dancing near the corner? He's thinking about how tight her pussy felt last weekend. She's wondering if his buddy would join next time. That freshman girl by the snacks? She's never been touched but she's soaked imagining Flash's hands on her. Kid's got no clue how many people want him tonight. Over by the drinks, that quiet girl is fantasizing about getting fucked by two guys at once. Her best friend is right next to her thinking the same thing. And that teacher near the door? He's half-hard remembering what it felt like to get a handjob under the bleachers back in his day."
Gwen shivered, pressing closer. The silk of her dress slid against his thigh. "Keep going."
Morgan smirked. "Over by the trophy case, Ned's date is thinking about sucking him off in his car later. She's surprised how much she likes him. MJ's pretending to be bored but she's already wet thinking about later with us. And Liz… she's trying to focus on Peter but keeps flashing back to how my cock felt stretching her last time. Room's a fucking mess of want. That senior couple over there? He's already got his hand under her dress, two fingers inside her while they pretend to dance. She's trying not to moan too loud."
Gwen's breath was coming a little faster now. Her body was warm against his side, the silk doing nothing to hide how turned on she was getting from the running feed in his head. She squeezed his arm tighter, nails digging in just a bit.
They reached the group before Gwen could answer. Ned was practically vibrating next to the trophy case, pointing at the shiny gold monstrosity like it was the Holy Grail. "Look at it! National champions! We're literally legends now. I already took seventeen pictures. Seventeen!"
MJ stood beside him in her sleek black dress, the fabric tight enough to show off her long toned legs and the subtle curve of her hips. Her dark hair was down, wavy and messy. She gave Morgan a slow, heated look that promised she'd been counting the hours. Flash leaned against the wall, trying to look cool in his rented suit, but his eyes kept darting at a freshman girl's cleavage a few feet away. "Yeah, whatever. Parker probably realized he'd just drag the night down like he drags everything else—"
"Shut the fuck up, Flash," Ned cut in, surprisingly sharp.
Gwen shot him a glare. "Not tonight."
Morgan just smirked and said nothing. Flash's mouth snapped closed.
Then Peter and Liz walked in.
Liz looked incredible. The deep blue dress clung to her full tits and narrow waist, the hem high enough to show smooth tanned thighs. Her hair was down in loose waves. But Morgan felt the tension rolling off Peter immediately. The kid's shoulders were tight, jaw locked. Surface thoughts were a frantic mess about Toomes, a plane, Stark tech. Morgan caught the faint echo of heavy intent near the doors—Toomes watching from the parking lot.
Peter tried anyway. He forced a smile, waved at the group, let Liz tug him toward the dance floor. But his eyes kept flicking to his phone.
Morgan leaned into Gwen again as they all settled in. "Peter's barely holding it together. Half the room still wants Liz bad—guy behind us is imagining motorboating her tits. Another's thinking about bending MJ over while she keeps that deadpan face. Flash is jealous of everyone and hard at the same time. Whole place is one bad song away from an orgy."
Gwen laughed softly, squeezing his arm. Her body was already warm against him, the silk doing nothing to hide how turned on she was getting from the running feed in his head.
The music kicked up—something slow and bass-heavy with a deep thump that vibrated through the floorboards. Morgan tugged Gwen onto the dance floor first, his hand settling low on her back, right where the silk met the curve of her ass. Every slow sway pressed her body against his. He could feel the heat between her thighs, the faint slickness already soaking through her panties from the alley earlier and the walk here. The emerald dress slid against him like liquid, thin enough that he could trace the outline of her firm tits and the hard points of her nipples pressing into his chest.
The room kept feeding him thoughts, a constant flood of raw teenage desire crashing over his senses. A senior couple nearby was grinding closer than the chaperones would like, the guy's hand sliding lower, thinking about slipping his fingers under her dress right there on the dance floor, fingers already twitching against her thigh. A group of girls by the wall were whispering about who they'd fuck if they could get away with it—names flying, bodies compared, fantasies getting dirtier by the second. "I'd let him bend me over the trophy case," one said under her breath about a tall basketball player, imagining his hands on her ass. Another laughed and admitted she wanted to sit on her best friend's face later, picturing tongues and fingers in the bathroom. Even a couple of the chaperones weren't immune; one teacher was trying not to stare at a senior girl's legs while remembering his own high-school days, half-hard in his slacks and hating himself for it. Two guys from the soccer team were eye-fucking each other across the punch bowl, both wondering who would make the first move tonight and how far they could go in the parking lot.
Morgan whispered it all to Gwen as they danced, voice low and filthy in her ear, turning the entire crowded gym into their private dirty little game. "That couple over there? He's two seconds from fingering her in front of everyone. Those girls by the wall are trading fantasies about riding the same dude raw in the locker room. Teacher in the corner is trying not to cum in his pants thinking about that cheerleader's thighs wrapped around his head. Soccer guys? One's imagining sucking the other off behind the bleachers while the third watches."
Gwen shivered against him, her breath catching. The silk of her dress slid over his thigh as they moved, her powerful ass flexing under his palm. "You're awful."
"You're soaked," he answered, hand flexing on her waist. He could feel it through the fabric—the heat, the slickness building between her legs, her nipples stiff against his chest. "Half the football team is jealous as fuck of me right now, but the other half is busy eye-fucking each other. That big guy in the gray suit just imagined railing his best friend in the bathroom while his date waits outside. And the girl in the silver top? She's dripping thinking about making out with her lab partner later. The whole room's horny tonight."
They kept moving in slow circles, bodies pressed tight. Morgan's hand stayed low, thumb stroking the top of her ass through the silk while he kept feeding her the room's filth. "See the couple slow-dancing near the corner? He's thinking about how tight her pussy felt last weekend. She's wondering if his buddy would join next time. That freshman girl by the snacks? She's never been touched but she's soaked imagining Flash's hands on her. Kid's got no clue how many people want him tonight. Over by the drinks, that quiet girl is fantasizing about getting fucked by two guys at once. Her best friend is right next to her thinking the same thing."
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