Self Insert as Spide 02 Settling In

Aunt May pulled

from school for the rest of the week because I was sick after the school's trip to the radiation testing lab. She kind of lied a little, because I was only sick for the one day. She said it was okay, because I had fallen right afterwards and she thought it was the major cause of what happened. I didn't bother contradicting her because it was as good of an excuse as any.

So, while she was at work, I did my best to look for everything I needed to know about Peter and his life. I found a journal after a search of the bedroom and it sure was enlightening. He had just started his first year at high school and had been bullied at his old school. His intelligence made him stand out, for all the wrong reasons, and May had to fight to get him into the prestigious science and technology high school and its smart kid program.

I am definitely going to blow that class! I thought with a laugh. Why couldn't Peter leave

so of his IQ when he died? I sure would use it much better than he did. At least, I hoped I would. That was an odd thought for

to have, considering I believed that I was fairly intelligent. I wasn't egghead smart by any stretch of the imagination; but, I was no slouch, either.

On a whim, I picked up what I thought was one of his high school books. I opened it and discovered that it was Advanced Calculus. My eyes nearly bugged out at the gibberish it showed and I shook my head as I closed it with a snap.

May is going to be pissed. I thought with a sigh, then I realized sothing. I was looking at step four out of six and hadn't done steps one through three yet. I went to the desk where there was a large cardboard box underneath. I suspected what was in it and pulled it out. It was heavy and I smiled, because that ant my suspicion was right.

I opened the box and it was filled with old textbooks and scribblers. “Score!” I exclaid out loud, then dove in to sort out the contents.

It took twenty minutes to empty the box and I had my bed covered from head to foot. It was a fortune in both knowledge and cost, because they were not cheap to buy. If they hadn't been spread out over years of schooling, there was no way anyone could afford this large of a library of books. It was just too bad there wasn't a market for selling the things after they were used.

I opened the basic math book and the spine cracked, as if it had never been opened. I sighed at that thought and started to read. By the ti I reached the end, I was shocked that I actually rembered it. I went back through it with a blank scribbler, because there wasn't one paired with it, and did all of the assigned problems. It was easy.

I sat back on my chair and stared at the scribbler and all of the check marks for right answers. It was amazing, because I really had applied the knowledge I just learned. I wasn't cocky about it, though. Once could be a fluke, so I set the book aside and picked up the next math book. It was a grade higher and looked browsed through, so I checked for a paired scribbler.

I found it and read through each chapter and checked the scribbler as I went over the problems in my head. They matched. I looked in the back of the book and marked each right answer with a check mark. They were all correct and I would have solved the problems in the sa way.

Maybe Peter did leave

so of his IQ and I just lost the connection with the knowledge he had. I thought and picked up the next book. Advanced Math and Trigonotry. Since our experiences were different, my mind in his body wouldn't make the sa knowledge connections.

I had to accept that and grabbed the paired scribbler for the book. It took twice as long, because I had to do the drawings and asurent calculations myself. Just looking at the work of soone else wouldn't help

much, except to show

where I went wrong. Only, I didn't.

I once again stared at the results and they were all right. I was almost a savant with how quickly I was picking it up. It seed to fit into my head like it was supposed to be there... and I finally realized what was going on. I was reestablishing the missing knowledge connections!

With that happy thought, I looked over the piles of books for each subject on the bed and groaned at the amount of work that was ahead of .

“Food break.” I said and went downstairs to the kitchen and made a couple of sandwiches, grabbed a bag of chips, and a bottle of orange juice. I ate quickly, washed up, and went back to my room. I had a crap load of work to do and I only had six days left to do it. I set the alarm to an hour before supperti and planted my nose into the books with a passion.

*

May entered the apartnt and a wonderful sll filled her nose. She closed and locked the door, kicked off her shoes, and hung up her jacket. “Peter?”

“In here.” Peter's voice said from the kitchen.

May walked through the living room and stopped at the doorway to the kitchen. “What the hell is this?”

“Beef Bouillon with string beans and ho fries.” Peter said and waved at the made up kitchen table. It had a white tablecloth and a little vase with a flower in it. There were also two unlit candles.

May watched as Peter put two plates of great slling food on the table and then the cheeky little bastard lit the candles. “Peter!”

“Actually, I was thinking of using my middle na.” Peter said with a smile and held out a chair for her.

May stood there and stared at him. “You can't be serious.”

“Please, sit.” Peter said and motioned at the chair.

May held in a sigh as she walked over to sit where he asked her to. To her surprise, he didn't whack the back of her knees with the chair and eased her in close to the table as if she weighed nothing. “Peter...”

“Benjamin.” Peter corrected. “I wasn't kidding when I said I don't rember anything about being Peter. Not one thing.”

“But...”

Peter sat down across from her and took her hand. “May, if you will allow it, I want to honor him.”

May opened her mouth to say no. She wanted to refuse, just so she could avoid thinking about her lost love. When she looked into Peter's eyes, she saw the lost look in them. “F-fine. If you're not comfortable with

calling you Peter, I shouldn't force you.”

“Thank you, May.” Peter said with a wide smile. “Now eat up before it gets cold.”

May looked down at the food and then at Peter. No, not Peter. Benjamin. She thought and then said a na that she hadn't spoken since her husband's death. “Ben, where did this co from?”

“I made it.” Ben said with pride and cut into the at. “I read through one of the cookbooks looking for sothing quick to make and this popped out at .”

“But, you... you don't know how to cook.” May said.

Ben chuckled. “Apparently, I can. It was easy, actually.”

“Wh-what?” May asked, surprised.

“I studied math all day as I tried to jog my mory and when I read the cookbook, I realized it was the sa, only simpler. Input A into the formula as the main ingredient, add in B as seasoning and flavoring to enhance A, then combine and cook to create the final product of C.”

May stared at him with her mouth open.

“Eat, or I'll have to microwave it and that makes the at a bit rubbery.” Ben said and pointed at her plate with his fork.

“R-right. Eat.” May said and cut a small piece of the at off, dipped it in the gravy, and tasted it. “Oh my god!”

“I know! It's good, right?” Ben asked, happily. “I think I have a talent for it or sothing.”

“Muu moo.” May said with a mouthful of at, which made Ben laugh. “You do.”

“I made enough that it should last a couple of days, even if you take so to work with you for lunch.”

May blushed a little and didn't want to admit that she hadn't eaten lunch at work in a very long ti.

“Things are going to change from now on.” Ben said, as if he knew what she was thinking. “I told you I was going to start helping out around here and I wasn't joking or making light of how much you do for .”

“Pete... Ben.” May corrected. “I told you that you didn't have to do anything like that.”

“I know, which ans it's needed even more than I realized.” Ben said and ate so fries. “I'm ho all week, so you're getting a good ho cooked al every day, a nice bath, and if you're up for it, maybe so movie watching at night. I'm apparently really behind in modern culture for so reason.”

May made a sound between a laugh and a sob. “Ben, you shouldn't joke about that. You were severely hurt and...”

“...there's nothing to be done about it.” Ben said. “I'm going to joke, and laugh, and I'm going to be the best roommate that a beautiful young woman like you could ever ask for.”

May blinked her eyes at him several tis and didn't know what to say.

“Maybe later you can teach

how to do the laundry?” Ben asked. “Oh! I'd like a small laundry basket for my room. It will save

from having to run to the bathroom all the ti to put dirty clothes in the hamper under the sink.”

May could only nod and she began eating again. She observed the young man across from her and she didn't know what to think. She loved him with all of her heart, because he was the only family she had left in the world. The problem she had now was that the young man sitting across from her, whom had made a al that even she couldn't have made half as well, was soone that she didn't know at all.

*

My mornings were filled with studying, my afternoons with chores, and my evenings spending ti with May. It was honestly the greatest ti I've ever had in my life. My brain seed to absorb knowledge like a sponge as it re-assimilated what it already knew. At least, I thought so. May's surprise at my ability to cook was funny to see every ti.

I really had read all five cookbooks in the kitchen and I really did see the recipes as math problems. I even saw so of the ingredients as variables that could be easily changed. It was a novel thing for

to realize, especially when nearly everything I tried ca out great. Except for the custard.

We are never, ever talking about the custard.

I don't think May had ever laughed so hard before. She almost hyperventilated and I had to rub her back to calm her down. She helped

clean up afterwards and now every ti she sees the color yellow, she lets out a little laugh. It was cute and I did not tell her so. I was calling her pretty and beautiful already and dropping to cute could be considered an insult.

The weekend arrived and May had to work on Saturday, so my daily routine continued on that day, except for one change. I practised my powers in the morning instead of studying, and I had a great ti!

Have you ever wanted to walk on the ceiling? It's a blast. Run down a stair railing on your toes? It's like running on a tal floor. I couldn't do wall running or any real acrobatics, which ant I needed a lot of practice using my wall crawling powers and I needed to get to a library to research so more. I would ask May when she ca ho to take

tomorrow and we could make a day of it.

Maybe a picnic? I asked myself and nodded. I could pack a backpack with what we needed and stop at Central Park to eat before going to the library.

With a tentative plan set, pending May's approval, I looked around for sothing heavy to lift. There was nothing except the couch, which I had easily moved out of the way to vacuum underneath every day. I went to one of the windows with a fire escape and looked down at the alley below. The garbage dumpsters were empty and would be lighter than the couch.

I debated going for a walk to find an out of the way car or sothing, then decided against it. I needed May's help with navigating in a city I had never been in, which ant I couldn't go any significant distance from the apartnt without getting lost. I had my wallet and ID with the address on it, too.

I ate lunch and did the chores and the laundry, even May's unntionables. She was upset about it at first, until I told her that I only wore her panties on my head once and that her bras didn't fit over my pectoral muscles anyway. She gave

an odd look before she laughed and made a snorting sound. I called that a win and she handed

her dirty laundry without another word.

I set her bath and made supper again before May ca ho and she looked tired. I quickly helped her with her shoes and coat, led her to the table that I started to jokingly call it our date table, and we ate in complete silence.

When she was done, I led her up the stairs and took her into the bathroom and quickly undressed her down to her underwear. I bundled up her clothes into the hamper and stood to leave when May caught my arm and I turned to look at her face.

“Ben, you... you've been...”

“I may not rember what you did for

before; but, I sure do rember what you've done for

since I woke up after hitting my head.” I said and gave her a warm smile. “You worked your ass off all week and the least I could do was what I did.”

“Ben, I was only...” May started to say.

“You don't think I studied all of those schoolbooks and don't realize how much money you've spent on ?” I asked and she blushed. “You are a wonderful woman and I feel very blessed that I have soone like you in my life.”

“Oh, Ben!” May said and pulled

into a hug.

I put my arms around her and hugged her back. I did not miss her bra-covered chest being pressed into my own t-shirt clad chest. They were quite nice and warm, which made a certain other part of

respond in kind. Luckily, she was a few inches shorter than I was and my erection did not press right into her crotch. It was a close thing, though.

May eased her hold on

and her face was bright red. “B-Ben, that... is a normal bodily reaction...”

“I know.” I said and smirked at her. “When a beautiful woman gives you a hug, you better thank her with a proper salute. She deserves nothing less.”

May blinked her eyes at

for a mont, then she looked down. Her eyes widened at the significant tent pole she had given

and she looked back at my face. “Ben...”

“I'm not embarrassed by it, so you shouldn't be, either.” I said and she nodded, albeit reluctantly. “I just hope you don't think I get one every ti you hug .”

“I'm sure that... you don't, do you?”

“I'm not so horny teenager that can't control his impulses.” I said with a laugh. “I wouldn't be able to be in the sa room with you if I was. You're smoking hot.”

May's blush went a little redder.

“Believe , I'd have one every ti you've bent over the counter to pass

sothing, every ti you reached for the top cupboards in pants or a tight skirt, and when you give

that happy smile after you soak in the bath for half an hour.”

May blushed even more. “B-Ben, you... you really...”

“Notice you? Of course I do. You're smoking hot, rember?” I asked and laughed at the expression on her face. “May, don't think like that. I could have groped you hundreds of tis and pretended it was an accident.”

May gasped and she covered her mouth with a hand.

“I would never treat a woman of your calibre like that. I respect you too much to try for cheap thrills or to stare at your breasts at every opportunity.” I said and pointed at them without looking. “Your body is your own and it is always your choice to allow soone to see it or to touch you.”

“Ben, I... why are you...”

“You're comfortable enough around

to not be embarrassed, even undressed like you are, and we've only known each other for a week.” I said and her blush started to fade. “I thought it was about ti you understood that there are two people living in this apartnt and that I am here for you.”

May just stood there and didn't say anything.

“I'm just as comfortable around you as you are with .” I said and pulled my t-shirt off.

“Ben!” May gasped and covered her eyes.

I chuckled and pulled off my pants to toss them in the hamper. “I'm not naked.”

“I know.” May said and kept her eyes covered. “You... ah... your thing.”

“I'd like to point out that yours are sticking out, too.”

May let out a squeak sound and put an arm over her chest while also trying to keep her eyes covered.

It was hilarious and I burst out laughing. “I was kidding! Can't you tell when you're excited?”

May opened her mouth and then closed it before she spoke. “I thought you were looking at them.”

“Like I told you before. If I was a horny teenager, I could see them whenever I wanted to. I'm not. I don't ogle you, pretend to fall into you, or anything that might put you into a compromising position.”

“Except for now.” May said and uncovered her eyes to look at my face.

I grinned at her. “I'd have your bra off already if I wanted you compromised.”

“BEN!” May gasped.

“What? You've pretty much just stood there and let

talk.” I laughed. “You can't tell

that I haven't had the chance to get you all naked and sweaty by now.”

May looked angry for a mont, then she shook her head. “I guess I can't.”

“And that's what I want you to rember.” I said and took the hand of the arm covering her breasts, which revealed almost nothing, because her bra covered everything. “You know I've had so many chances to make things awkward and uncomfortable, especially with the laundry.”

May couldn't stop her laugh this ti. “You would never wear my panties as headgear!”

“Ha ha! No, I wouldn't. It sure made you laugh, though.”

May nodded and then she gave

a questioning look. “You better not tease

about this.”

“About what? That I survived seeing you in just a bra and panties?” I asked and pretended confusion.

May barked a laugh and smacked

upside my head. “Yes, exactly!”

“Ow! Okay, maybe I didn't survive.” I said and rubbed the spot, even though it hadn't hurt.

“Get out of here and let

bathe.” May said and pointed at the door.

“But, I wanted to watch!” I whined and gave her my best puppy-dog eyes.

May laughed again and smacked

half a dozen tis as she chased

out of the bathroom. “Out! Out, you mongrel!”

“You're so demanding.” I said as the door shut behind

and left

in the hallway alone. I knocked on the bathroom door. “I need the bathroom!”

“You have to hold it!” May responded and then there was a splash and an 'ahh' sound.

“Enjoy your relaxing bath while I suffer!” I said and I could have sworn I heard her laugh. I went to my room in just my underwear and smiled at her not even noticing that my erection had disappeared while we talked. I slipped on jogging pants and another t-shirt and went back down to the living room to wait.

May ca out of the bathroom and looked both relaxed and comfortable.

“See? That's the smile I like seeing so much.” I said and pat the couch beside .

May didn't pause as she ca down the stairs and plopped down beside . “You really are comfortable with

walking around in my underwear.”

“Says the woman that sotis forgets to button her shirt all the way up.” I said and she laughed.

“What do you want to watch tonight?” May asked .

“It doesn't matter.” I said and rested against her side. “I just like spending ti with you.”

May put an arm around

and hugged

as she picked a movie she had always wanted to watch.

“I should have kept my stupid mouth shut.” I joked as a musical about cats ca on.

May laughed and kissed my cheek, then the two of us watched the people in cat suits frolic to the dumbest songs to ever exist.