(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

A/N: Taking a leap of faith~

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If there’s one thing Cameron has learned, not just in the past six months but really in the past year of ups and downs and life’s curveballs… its to seize the initiative wherever possible. Could Felicia be fucking with him right now? Possibly.

But he’d rather be blue balled and made to look like a fool over rejecting her and it turning out she’s serious. Sure, she’s older than him by like a decade… but she’s also the hottest woman he’s ever met and in the best shape of her life.

With those thoughts in mind, Cameron stops hesitating and starts doing. Namely by pushing forward, one hand snaking its way to the back of Felicia’s head as his lips crash into her lips. And… she kisses him back. No rejection. No pulling away. No sudden takedown followed by a scoffed ‘as if I would ever’.

He kisses her heatedly and she does the same right back to him, their tongues soon dueling between their mouths as their lips lock together. And their hands… well, their hands go to each other’s suits. Cameron helps Felicia out of her suit… and she helps him out of his in turn.

Admittedly, he’s not as single-mindedly focused on all of this as he might want to be. There’s still a question in the back of his mind, the same question that’s been nagging at him every time Felicia has flirted with him over the past six months.

… What the hell happened to Spider-Man?

The webslinger isn’t dead, to be clear. But as far as Felicia is concerned, he might as well be. She hasn’t mentioned Spider-Man a single time in the six months she’s been training Cameron. Which is weird, because everyone knows that Spider-Man and Black Cat have a ‘thing’ going on. Or at least, everyone online does.

Back in the days when Cameron was terminally online, the rumors abounded about their relationship. He remembered being really intrigued by it, the idea that Spider-Man and Black Cat had some sort of forbidden romance going on. A thief and a superhero, star-crossed lovers and all that.

Except… here he was with Felicia doing her level best to stick her tongue down his throat while at the same time pushing her now exposed breasts against his equally naked chest. The suits are out of the way, their undergarments have followed, and the two of them haven’t even bothered heading for the bedroom.

Instead, Felicia pushes him down on the nearest piece of furniture, which just so happens to be a couch. Then, she climbs up between his legs, taking his cock in her silken-soft palms and gazing at him as she smirks while stroking up and down.

A moment later and she engulfs his member in the wet hot depths of her mouth, sucking him in deep right off the bat and bobbing up and down like a woman possessed… like a woman who hasn’t gotten any in quite a while.

How long has it been for Felicia? Cameron himself isn’t a virgin, but really… he might as well be, given he has a body count of one. That said, he’s more than happy to let Felicia take the lead as she sucks him off and gets him nice and hard while staring into his eyes the whole while.

Something happened between her and Spider-Man… if there was ever anything real between them to begin with. That’s the only explanation that Cameron can come up with. And sure, he could have just asked… but he wasn’t stupid enough to do that, at least not right now.

Instead, he embraces the moment for what it is, watching as Felicia pulls off of his cock with a pop and gives him a satisfied smirk.

“You’re ready~”

His throbbing mast is standing at attention and pointed straight up, proving her right. With a girlish giggle, Felicia climbs aboard properly, straddling him even as she wraps a hand around his cock and positions him so she can slowly lower herself down.

A low moan leaves her lips as she impales herself on his member, while Cameron just drinks in the sight of her flushed, pleasured face and her jiggling tits, each capped with a rock hard nipple. His hands go to her hips, gripping them gently but firmly, mostly just holding on as she slowly sinks down his dick, inch after inch.

As she bottoms out, his cock buried inside of her, Felicia lets out a shuddering breath and gives him a lidded look.

“That’s a good little mouse.”

Cameron huffs… that’s definitely not going to be his name. Still, in the moment he’s too focused on not cumming too early to respond verbally. Instead, as her inner muscles clench and flex and milk his cock, he responds in his own way… namely by firming up his grip on Felicia’s hips and thrusting up into her from below.

He makes her gasp and then moan as he begins to fuck her from the bottom. To her credit, she quickly starts partaking as well, bouncing up and down on his cock and meeting his thrusts. Still, she’d trained him well. Cameron was already pretty physically fit before he’d fallen into Felicia’s clutches… but after six months of the Black Cat’s tutelage, he definitely wasn’t just going to lie back like a dead fish or anything like that.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Felicia’s firm, rounded buttocks impact his thighs again and again fills the living room. Her pussy squelches as it clings to him but also gives way before his girth over and over again. Never quite able to hold him in place due to how slippery she is, Felicia’s cunt settles for grinding and squeezing the life out of his cock.

Cameron grunts, doing his level best to hold back his inevitable release. He won’t feel like a man if he cums before Felicia does, regardless of the difference in age or experience or skill. He’s a bit of a people pleaser, he supposes… or at least, he’s a Felicia pleaser.

With that in mind, Cameron reaches up with one hand and cups one of Felicia’s breasts. He fondles and then squeezes and finally gropes and kneads before pinching the nipple and giving it a sharp tug. Felicia gasps again, her eyes snapping open as she looks down at him. For a moment, Cameron worries he might have done something wrong.

But then she just smiles and leans forward all the way until she’s dangling her beautifully sculpted tits right in his face. Cameron doesn’t bother hesitating at the glorious offering. He dives right in. One hand remains on her hip, holding her steady. The other hand continues to play with one of her breasts. And finally, his mouth moves to her other breast, sucking hard and then nibbling and biting at the nipple.

All the while, he thrusts up into her from below with all his might, pounding into the Black Cat’s pussy again and again. It’s a surreal moment to say the least. It feels almost unreal. And yet… it’s happening. And Cameron is having the time of his life.

Alas, he’s reaching the point of no return and Felicia still hasn’t cum. He really wanted to bring her to climax, but as he tips over the edge, he’s not sure he’s going to manage it.

Only, at the last possible second… he feels her tighten up around him harder than ever before, her entire body stiffening up for a moment before convulsing as she reaches nirvana. Suffice to say, this tips Cameron over the edge as well and he groans into Felicia’s nipple as he cums with her, her rhythmically spasming, climaxing pussy easily milking every last drop of seed from his cock.

They shudder together, reaching that point of no return mutually. And Cameron… is satisfied. This isn’t some porno where the guy makes the girl squirt a dozen times before cumming on her face as some sort of dominance display, after all. He doesn’t need to fuck Felicia silly or anything like that. He just… needs to know he satisfied her as much as she satisfied him.

Collapsing forward onto his chest, her breasts squishing against his pectorals, Felicia lets out a contented sigh that Cameron takes as a sign that he’s done exactly that. He brings up an arm to wrap around her and hold her to him, even as they both slowly recover, his cock going soft inside of her cunt.

“… Not bad, Little Mouse. I’ll give you a B minus.”

Cameron blinks… and then snorts derisively.

“Didn’t know I was being graded. B minus though? Really?”

Lifting her head to smirk at him, Felicia shrugs.

“You get an A for effort, but a C for skill. It averages out.”

Cameron grunts at that. Maybe it’s his past as a straight A student catching up to him, but part of him can’t help but be a little put-out by his ‘score’. That said…

“I suppose I’ll just have to keep practicing, won’t I?”

He keeps his tone as casual as possible, even as Felicia gives him a lidded, unreadable look for a long moment. Then, her lips curl into a wicked smirk.

“That’s the spirit, Little Mouse.”

Maybe it’s the approval and the implication that this will happen again. Maybe it’s the fact that she keeps calling him that even when he’s told her not to.

Whether he’s feeling confident, vindictive, or some combination of the two in this post-coitus moment, Cameron… can’t quite help himself.

“At the risk of ruining the moment, I have a question that’s been bugging me for months now.”

That gets a slow blink from the beautiful naked cat burglar currently laying on top of him. Her smile drops a bit as she gives him a curious look.

“And what’s that, exactly?”

He really hopes he’s not about to ruin everything… but his curiosity has gotten to him.

“What happened with you and Spider-Man?”

Felicia instantly freezes on top of him and Cameron tenses up as well, half-expecting her to pull away. But… she remains where she is and even remains relatively calm, though her tone becomes rather… clipped.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Cameron resists the urge to roll his eyes. Felicia was usually a better liar than this. But not this time. If she really wanted him to believe that she should have been more convincing in all honesty. Still, she’s not telling him to drop it yet so…

“Everyone knows Black Cat and Spider-Man have some sort of frenemies thing going on. Whether it’s romantic or not is hotly debated online, but you definitely are more connected to him than any other superhero.”

“… You shouldn’t believe everything you read online, Cameron.”

Not even a ‘Little Mouse’. He’s definitely in dangerous territory here. And yet…

“The Daily Bugle even ran an expose on you two years back.”

That gets a full blown scoff from Felicia, along with a roll of her eyes.

“You definitely shouldn’t believe everything you read in the Daily Bugle. That fucking rag isn’t worth wiping your ass with.”

Cameron huffs at the constant deflecting.

“Look, you at least can’t deny that you’ve had more run ins with Spider-Man than anyone else over the years, right? And yet, these past six months… you haven’t mentioned him once. And he’s been way less active too, only really showing up for the bigger stuff. I guess I just want to know what’s going on.”

Finally, Felicia pulls herself off of him. Her back slopes languidly like a cat as she drags herself up from his chest and then off of his cock. Cameron doesn’t try to stop her or anything like that. As she rises to her feet, he sits up on the couch, staring after her.

If she’s just going to blank him and not respond at all… fine then, he’ll accept that. It wasn’t necessarily his place to pry. And yet… he feels like he’s earned an explanation if nothing else. Not just for enduring six months of hellish training at her hands, but also if they were going to be fucking from now on.

Felicia pauses at the hallway, her back profile on full display and looking as gorgeous as ever. His seed slowly drips down one of her thighs as she stands there for a moment before looking back over her shoulder at him.

“It’s nothing that concerns you, Cameron. It’s nothing at all, in fact. Anything between Spider-Man and Black Cat… is dead and buried at this point. He made his choice and I made mine. We’re nothing to each other, if we ever were to begin with. So… drop it.”

With that, she heads down the hallway, leaving Cameron sitting on the couch feeling tense. That could have gone better… but it also could have gone worse, he figured. He’d definitely pushed a little too far, finally running up into boundaries that he hadn’t even been sure Felicia had. But at least she hadn’t kicked him out or anything like that. He’d definitely been playing with fire, trying to pry like he did.

He’s just starting to wonder what to do next when Felicia’s voice suddenly drifts from down the hallway, a sing-song lilt to her words.

“Oh, and if you’re going to ever get that B minus up to an A, you should probably be joining me in the shower, Little Mouse. Otherwise, I don’t know if you have the drive to really see this training through~”

He blinks as he processes Felicia’s words for a moment… before leaping to his feet and heading down the hallway after her, accepting the olive branch and also the offer for more ‘training’.

After all, if there’s one thing Cameron very much has in spades… it’s a drive to succeed at any task.

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A/N: Consider this your opportunity to suggest names for Cameron other than ‘Little Mouse’ because otherwise Felicia is definitely going to make that stick!

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