Friendly neighbors are villains

After the two of them researched the way to enter the game with the computer to no avail, they decided to go outside to find clues tomorrow during the day. Since the two spaces have formed a crack, there is always a way to enter through other ways.

And Amy didn't seem so preoccupied after confirming the truth. At least she is not alone and helpless now, and she also knows the crux of the problem, and everything has become no longer passive.

And, Peter is a trustworthy and reliable partner. Amy is sure that with him by her side, all problems will be solved.

So Peter moved in logically, even though it was originally his and Aunt May's house.

After taking a shower, Peter habitually walked into Amy's bedroom. Although it was not his room in the mirrored space, Peter subconsciously went in while wiping his dripping hair.

Amy was changing clothes, and the moment she saw Peter barging in, she whispered: "Hey, this is not your place, you should knock twice before entering."

"Ahh!" Peter turned around quickly, and did not leave immediately, "Sorry, I thought this was my home."

Amy noticed that Peter's shirtless figure was covered with strong muscles, and the water stains left on his back slowly slipped down the smooth lines, and the tight back was very sexy.

Peter turned his head to the side, and he found that Amy hadn't had time to take off her clothes, but when he came in just now, Amy was about to do so, so Peter tilted his neck back again: "Are you looking at me?"

"What?" Amy didn't know why.

"You're looking at me, I can feel it." There was a white towel hanging around Peter's neck, which was newly bought by Amy, and he just took it to use, and it was very delicate in texture.

"You have a great figure." Amy admitted generously, as if she seemed to have said this sentence to Peter somewhere, "If you are shy, put on your clothes quickly."

"Do you like to watch it?" Peter pinched the corner of the towel, which was just long enough to completely cover his chest.

"Yes." Amy said bluntly, "There is no girl who doesn't like to see boys with hot bodies."

Peter turned around and took the towel around his neck. He looked very cramped at first, but he stretched his arms as much as possible to express himself. His face was still flushed red, but he was no longer embarrassed.

"Don't force yourself." Amy raised her eyebrows amusedly, "You look like you were forced."

"Of course not." Peter denied, "It's just kind of weird. Is it stupid for me to be naked in front of a girl for the first time?" The $5 T-shirt also looks like a well-crafted model.

Many single girls in Avengers Tower have expressed interest in Steve Rogers' muscles.

"Don't you ever think you look good?" Amy said, she approached slowly, "As an actor, you are liked by many girls."

"That's because I have spider venom. It's superpowers that made me what I am now. I used to be thin, I had poor eyesight, I always wore glasses, and I was not physically fit. No one thought I was good, and I wasn't like that myself. Think." Peter looked at Amy who was close to him and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Until you showed up."

"If you were in China, everyone would like you." Amy stood in front of Peter, with a distance of less than half a meter between them, "As long as you have good grades, that's enough."

"Then you must be very popular." Peter was rarely condescending. He used to face Amy face to face, and they always looked at each other.

"My grades are mediocre, at least not the type of genius." Amy's breath was already occupied by the good smell, and Amy asked in surprise, "Did you use my body wash?"

"Yes, sorry, I only saw yours." Peter calmed down as much as possible to ensure that his lower abdomen did not rise and fall violently due to frequent breathing.

"There's nothing to apologize for, just take it and use it." Amy is immune to Peter's instinctive apology, it's like saying "good morning" and there's nothing to make a fuss about, Amy's attention has been completely on Peter's chest On the abdomen, it was the first time for her to admire the boy's figure from such a close distance, and the boy seemed willing to show it off.

Amy wanted to reach out and touch, it should be hot and hard muscles, but she didn't do it, two single men and women who love each other are in the same room, it is easy to find out the problem, Peter is 17 years old after all.

In the United States, a 17-year-old can do a lot.

"If you want to touch, I don't mind." Peter saw through Amy's mind, because his senses are very keen, or, Amy's line of sight is very direct, even if there is no induction, Peter can still see the girl through his eyes eager.

And he seemed to be looking forward to it too.

Amy smiled: "Are you seducing me?"

Peter blinked and didn't seem to understand: "Why do you say that?"

Amy said: "It's nothing." After all, she is a fledgling with no experience, she can't expect Peter to understand the topic of adults, "Can you really touch it?"

"Okay." Peter took a breath, puffed up his chest, and looked like he was about to die heroically in the next second.

Amy laughed: "Relax." She slowly approached the slightly undulating chest, and Amy could vaguely see a slight tremor in the heart, which was the trace of Peter beating wildly because of nervousness.

Peter's muscles are not as tough as Amy imagined, but they are very elastic and feel good.

"Your hands are a little cold, are they cold?" Peter was aroused by Amy's gentle touch.

"You are too hot." Amy said with a smile, "And, your heart beats so fast."

Peter didn't answer right away, he put one hand across Amy's back, pulling the girl into him, and Amy fell into Peter's hot embrace almost instantly.

"Hey!" Amy didn't struggle or resist, but just complained, "Playing a sneak attack, huh?"

Peter hugged her as if he was listening to something seriously. After a few seconds, he said, "Your heartbeat is also very fast."

The warm time came suddenly, and they seemed to have become ordinary couples, enjoying the sweetness in their own field, throwing away all the principles and conditions.

Amy was a little greedy for such an embrace, she put all her weight on it, but to Peter, it was still very light: "I have been in love, although that relationship did not last long, but you are not my first love. ' she said to Peter.

"Oh, really." Peter wasn't sure why Amy told himself this, he didn't mind, "I'm different from your last one, is he American or Chinese?"

"Chinese, a guy who hates himself for growing into an oriental face, he thinks his skin should be fairer." Amy euphemistically expressed her dissatisfaction with her ex.

Peter didn't hear the question for a while: "Many American men are desperately tanning themselves. Sometimes I want to be a little darker, but you can't expect to sunbathe in a spider suit."

Amy laughed: "I mean, that's a bad bastard. He was my classmate at Caltech Los Angeles. If you compare you with him, it's a humiliation to you. I won't do it."

"Are you from Caltech?" Peter seemed more interested in this topic than Amy's ex-boyfriend, "Wow, that's where I always wanted to go! Of course MIT is also very good, but my ideal is Caltech, but Stark thinks MIT is more suitable for my development, I guess because he has a sponsor in it. Well, I actually like both schools very much, and I also received an admission offer from Caltech, But in the end I chose MIT. You may not know Mr. Stark's evaluation of Caltech. I think I should not tell you. After all, you are from that place. I heard that the students on both sides always hate each other. That's it. ?"

Facing Peter's eloquence, Amy couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Sorry, I talk a lot, you know, I do that sometimes, maybe it's immaturity?" Peter said worriedly, "I'll try to fix that."

"The first school I applied to was MIT," said Amy. "That was my dream university."

"This is such a coincidence!" Peter jumped up at the tacit understanding with Amy, "Why did you go to Caltech later?"

"Because I didn't pass the MIT interview." Amy sighed. Her comprehensive grades were not enough to make up for her ordinary family and lack of social background.

"I'm sorry, but you must be very good, after all, you entered Caltech." Peter said.

"Excellence does not necessarily mean you get a chance. I haven't reached the level of being unique, unless I can get a letter of recommendation from someone authoritative, such as your Mr. Stark." Amy paused, "Of course I know that even if you don't Letter of recommendation, MIT will also wave to you."

Letters of recommendation are very important for a student from an ordinary class. Excellent people emerge in endlessly. American universities will look at the student's family.The things that elite families can easily obtain, the ordinary, or even the part below ordinary, is not so easy, unless he can stand out in front of everyone.

Amy obviously can't reach those heights.

"I understand your need for money now," Peter said.

"I'm an insatiable woman," said Amy, mockingly.

Peter said disapprovingly: "Actually, I am similar. For example, I would like to save more people, but the goals I can achieve each time are very limited."

"Peter..." Amy squeezed his strong arm, "Please don't compare your heroic behavior with my dream of getting rich overnight, I will be ashamed."

"Although I can't make you a rich man right away, I will try my best to create a comfortable life for you." Peter said solemnly like an adult swearing.

Amy was a little moved, but a little at a loss.

It is rare for them to have such a long conversation like today, chatting about homework and saving or destroying the world, such as the real life of two people, and their love for each other.

Peter's love is very pure. He didn't think about whether an adult who is 7 years older than himself, or even 8 years old soon, is worth pursuing. Peter enjoys talking with the person he likes, and the other party is willing to listen , It was an unprecedented happy experience for boys.

It is a feeling that cannot be obtained from Aunt Mei and her friends.

More importantly, Amy is not a real criminal, so he doesn't have to worry about what attitude he should use to visit the prison in the future.

"Amy." So Peter boldly proposed an idea that had been brewing for a long time, "Can we sleep in the same bed, just simply sleep, and I will leave early tomorrow morning to find a way to enter the game."

Amy was leaning against Peter's hot chest at this time, and she laughed again when she heard the boy's cautious request.

"First time, huh?" Amy said.

"What?" Peter wondered.

"For the first time, asking to sleep with a girl," Amy added.

Peter blushed again: "Is it too much, maybe I should start with holding hands and kissing?" He thought for a while, "But we've already done that, sorry, I don't really know how to fall in love, if You have experience, perhaps willing to teach me?"

Amy finally laughed: "You are so cute."

"That doesn't sound like a compliment?" Peter frowned, staring at her nervously with his pale eyes. "So, what should I do next is the right thing to do." All the ways of getting along with men and women he could think of came from Stark, but Peter knew very well that most of them were not worth learning.

"I can't sleep with you, no matter what kind of sleep it means." Amy said, "Maybe I will think about it when you grow up."

Peter showed a hint of disappointment, but also expressed understanding. He was always willing to wait and respected Amy's principles, but he was somewhat unwilling.

"But..." Amy said, cupping Peter's cheeks, "we can do something else, something less outrageous." She kissed him a long kiss, deeper than ever before, and then, Amy Mi pressed his forehead against Peter's and murmured, "Go to sleep, I'm afraid there will be a tough battle tomorrow, I don't have superpowers, so I can't help you much."

After Amy finished kissing, he talked about the topic that disappointed Peter. The boy licked the corners of his wet lips, and asked with unsatisfied desire: "Okay, can we kiss for a while?"

Peter sleeps in the living room. He doesn't actually feel sleepy. After becoming Spider-Man, he doesn't need to rely on sleep to recover his strength like ordinary people.Even if Peter fights with people without sleep for three consecutive days, his body will recover from fatigue in the shortest time, not to mention that he didn't do anything today, and he is still in the high mood of reminiscing about that deep kiss, and he doesn't want to sleep at all.

It was his first, very comfortable intimate contact. Peter couldn't understand why people flocked to such a disgusting thing where two people eat each other's saliva mouth to mouth. Now Peter can feel the joy very much.

He rolled over and over on the sofa, occasionally jumped on the ceiling, and twirled around on his hands and feet, as excited as a child who got a dream toy.Peter vowed not to let Amy know how excited he was at the moment because of that wet kiss, because it was so immature that no adult would sleep over a kiss.

And Amy likes steady men.

Peter ran back and forth in this familiar living room, barely making any noise. He approached Amy's bedroom from time to time, but quickly backed away.Peter's hearing is very sensitive, and a door that is not soundproof is enough for him to hear everything inside.

Peter didn't want to become a pervert who peeped into other people's privacy.

He walked to the window, wanting to breathe fresh air to calm himself down, and suddenly noticed suspicious movements in the dark street. The street lights were all turned off at some point, and Peter couldn't see what the shadows shaking in the darkness were.

But certainly not a good thing.

Peter glanced at the bedroom door, then went out of the window, sprang out the spider web, and swung out a few times.

The author has something to say: Sweet chapter, shouldn't it be locked?

I didn't expect to write 30 words, it's all thanks to your continuous messages to encourage me!