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Authors: Miriam F. Martin

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BOOK: Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016
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"Not really. If you went for a
year, you had more than enough. I got a degree in accounting,
hasn't gotten me a decent job in five years."

"I'm sorry to hear that," she
squeezed his bicep. "Keep trying."

"Well, silly me for trying to be an
accountant. I thought it'd be a safe career choice, but it ended up
being too boring for me."

She took him by the hand and led
him to the couch, and before things got too weird she turned on the
TV. "I don't watch much. Anything you want to watch?"

"I only watch Craig Ferguson these
days. I don't want to keep you up."

"You're not keeping me
up."

Jason was up, but not in the sense
of being awake. The coffee was strong and he was getting hard
sitting next to Miranda. Her arm was pressed against his, her
warmth seeping into his shirt. And she was looking at him, angled
just enough so one boob tip touched him, full lips, eyes up cast at
him. He kissed her on the lips once, no tongue.

Miranda set her mug on the table,
and took his mug out of hand and set it beside hers. She pulled him
by the shirt closer to her and kissed him, this time with tongue.
His hands slid around her waist, feeling her lithe body up and
down. Miranda pushed him back on the couch and sat on his lap, her
legs wrapped around him.

This time, he pulled her closer,
her hair between his fingers while he sank his tongue in her mouth.
She pulled his hair and grinded her hips on him. His dick came full
to attention while she moved all over. He slipped his fingers
across one breast for a moment, then grabbed her thigh and hip,
looking for the places that turned her on.

She pulled away, hands on his
shoulders, panting. "Sorry. I... I didn't mean to."

"I'm having fun."

"Of course. You're a guy." She
slapped him lightly on the chest. "You sure you want to do
this?"

"I didn't bring a condom." Jason
moved her off of him. "So probably not a good idea."

Miranda pouted, but the pout didn't
last long when he smiled at her. She wrapped her arm in his and
leaned against his chest. "Another time? Maybe?"

"I'd love to. Though, I have to
say, I don't move this fast usually."

"Then why'd you kiss
me?"

"Because your lips were there." He
laughed. "Really. You have beautiful lips."

Miranda snapped her fingers and
bolted upright. "My roommate!"

"Oh. If she'll be home soon I can
leave."

"No," she gripped the front of his
shirt in both hands. "She keeps extra condoms in her
room."

Jason took her by the hand and
pulled her up. "Let's do this."

"Let's fucking do this." Miranda
lead him upstairs and told him to wait outside the first door.
"She's a messy housekeeper. I'll be right out."

She shut door, cursed her
roommate's name a few times, and came back out waving a condom
between forefinger and thumb. "Ready big guy?"

"Need you ask?"

Miranda squinted, her brows pinched
sharply as she tapped the condom against her lips. "Yes. I
do."

"What if I said no?"

"I'd say good night, burn the
voodoo doll I made for you, and come visit you in the
hospital."

"Really? And you think I'd like you
more if you played nurse for me?"

"Would you?" Only the slightest
hint of a smirk peeped out of the corner of her mouth.

"Do you have a nurse's
uniform?"

"Do I have a nurse's uniform? Do
you mean the scrubs they wear in real hospitals?"

"Maybe."

"Hold on to this," Miranda tapped
the condom package on his chest. He suppressed a smirk as he took
it, the skin on his face heating up and blushing. She walked around
him slowly, one breast touching his bicep. "You have some weird
fantasies, Jason my man."

Jason pivoted as she brushed
passed him, taking in her scent, wondering in his mind how this
night was going to end. She opened the door behind him, motioned
him to wait outside, and closed the door behind her. Pressing one
ear up to the door, he heard the rustling of fabric and a closet
door opening. Something heavy and made of cardboard fell, followed
by an
ah shit
. If
there was a time Jason wanted x-ray vision, it was now. His cock
got stiff while he thought about Miranda in her underwear—assuming
she was wearing any—scavenging in her bedroom closet for whatever
outfit she had in mind. He would have done her in the skimpy shorts
and tank she had been wearing. Or rather, after he took those
garments off of her.

He leaned against the door frame,
closed his eyes, and waited. Soon enough the door opened again, and
Miranda stood a few feet away from him in a skin tight white
nurse's costume with a red cross stitched to the left of one
breast. The outfit was just long enough to conceal her panties. Her
legs were covered in knee-high black leather boots.

"Sorry, baby."

"For what?" He looked her up and
down, spending a long half second glancing at her squished up
boobs.

"I disappointed you," Miranda
placed one hand on her hip. "I know how much you like naughty girls
in scrubs."

"You have no idea."

"You going to undress me with you
eyes from the hallway," she beckoned him with a wink and a curled
index finger, "or shall I send you a written
invitation?"

"Do I need to RSVP?" Jason took one
step and she grabbed him by the shirt collar, yanking him the rest
of the way in. He had enough to time to notice the queen size bed,
a pink alarm clock, and the Favre poster on the wall before she
slammed the door shut and pressed him against the frame. Miranda
pulled hard on his shirt sleeves, the seams popping enough he was
certain he lost a few stitches, while she French kissed
him.

Jason placed his hands on her hips,
slowly massaging little circles in the white polyester costume, and
played tongue tag with her. He'd nearly forgotten what a woman felt
like, smelled like. Work, work, work... Very little time to play,
or date for that matter. Miranda moaned softly, her hot breath
coming in spurts.

He gripped her waist and pushed her
away. Catching his breath, he threw the condom on the bed, and they
shared a brief moment looking in one another's eyes. Hers were half
closed, the pupils dilated in the low bedroom lights. She touched
the corner of his lips, a wispy touch from the tips of her fingers.
Jason took her hand and kissed the knuckles. Half a heartbeat later
he grabbed her elbows, turned her around, and pressed her back
against the door.

Shirt off, belt whipped off and
thrown to the side, he smothered her with a fresh round of kisses.
Miranda pulled a fistful of his hair as she flicked her tongue
across his, and gyrated his head back as her kisses went lower down
his neck to his chest. A shudder filled his body when she rolled
her tongue across the nipple. Eyelashes fluttering, she looked up
at him, laughed, and pushed him down on his knees.

He pulled her black lacy panties to
the floor, letting his fingertips glide across her thighs, down and
then back up to the hips. This time, he looked up at her and
winked. The wet pussy smell overtook him as he buried his face
between her legs. Soft moans and a tight grip on his hair
encouraged him as he flicked his tongue across her clit. Middle
finger probing her hole, he glanced up to watch her watching him—a
big smile on her face, a hand stroking one breast, half-closed
eyes, hair disheveled.

Miranda pushed him away from her
pussy, her own finger pressing the clit, and squeezed her thighs
together. A sultry moan escaped her teeth as he stroked her legs
and knees. With some gentle massaging he coaxed her legs back open,
wider, a little wider yet, the pink folds opening like flower
petals, glistening wet in the dim bedroom light. She thrust her
pelvis out and allowed him one last lick and suck before pushing
his head away again.

She strutted to the bed,
half-turned, beckoning him with open arms. Jason crawled on hands
and knees to her, grasped the smooth leather boot calf on the way
to sitting on the edge of the bed. She twisted his nipples and
pushed him on to the bed, unzipped him and tore his pants
off.

"Buddy," she purred, grasping his
cock in one hand, using the fingernails of the other to scratch up
and down his thigh. "My little buddy."

A shiver ran up his spine when she
took him in her mouth, cold sweat broke out on his hot skin.
Miranda teased his head with soft licks and husky moans, a gentle
touch of lips, a tug on his balls. Arms behind his head, Jason
closed his eyes and savored the sweet sucking noises she was making
and all the sensations in his throbbing cock. Teeth scraped down
his shaft, followed by a wet tongue and more moans.

"Stop," he could barely breathe.
"Not now."

"What's wrong?" Miranda slapped her
face with his cock. "Too much for you?"

"No. The problem is..."

He sat up on his elbows and gazed
at her for a long moment. Miranda ran fingers through her hair. The
light made her eyes all the more green and alluring.

"The problem is," he stood up and
took her by the elbows, "you're still dressed."

Jason hugged her, kissed her neck,
and unzipped the nurse outfit and let it slide off her. She
unclasped her bra in a quick motion and threw it to the side. This
time, he pinched her nipples, pushing her to the bed.

She lay on her back, arms wide
open, legs spread apart. He ripped the condom package open and
slipped the rubber on, barely containing his excitement. On top of
her, he teased her pussy with the tip of his cock as he kissed her
neck, slowly making his way down her chest, to an erect nipple.
Miranda clutched his shoulders, breath shallow and fast.

"Oh God," she said, "fuck me. Fuck
me, Jason."

Her pussy was moist and hot as he
slid into her, both of them gasping. Slow, rhythmic pumping, in and
out. Miranda seemed to lose control and turned to jelly beneath
him, fingernails digging into his skin. A little faster, her moans
were higher pitched and quicker. Their sweaty bodies became one for
a moment, electric sensations charging them both into a frenzy.
Faster. Harder. Dirtier. The bed squeaked. She screamed his name.
Her pussy clenched his cock and he exploded.

Jason rolled off her, catching his
breath as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled the blankets over
them. Miranda laid her head on his chest, panting, one finger
toying with his nipple. Downstairs, the front door slammed and high
heeled shoes clobbered their way upstairs.

"Sounds like your roommate is
home," said Jason.

Miranda closed her eyes and
grunted. Soon after, she snored.

 

***

 

Jason pulled in at the Quickie Mart
like he always did before heading to work. The girl behind the
counter winked.

"So," Miranda said, "Jason, buddy.
Got any plans for tonight?"

He shrugged. "I've got a bottle of
red wine chilling. Thought I'd pop that open after
work."

"Drinking alone now
days?"

"I have someone special to share
with."

"Oh?" Her eyebrows pinched as she
handed him his receipt.

"Thought I'd swing by her house.
Invite her over. See what happens after."

"I'm sure she'd like
that."

Jason smiled. The guy in line
behind him coughed. Miranda smiled back. He shrugged again. "I'll
see you later."

"I can't wait to find out what
happens after."

"Me too," he whispered to
himself.

Dear
Reader,

 

Thank you for purchasing this book
in e-book format! Your support is amazing and appreciated. Because
of you, I am fulfilling my career goals as a writer. With your
support, I will continue creating fun stories that arouse and
entertain folks like you all over the world. I enjoy what I do, and
have a blast writing each story. I hope you enjoy reading
them!

Again, thank you for being a
reader!

 

Stay sexy,

 

 

David Anthony Brown

 

Content
creator/publisher

Hermit Muse Publishing

 

About the
Publisher

 

Hermit Muse Publishing is a
sole-proprietorship located in the sunny hills of Minnesota,
specializing in providing entertaining science fiction, fantasy,
and erotica to readers worldwide. Hermit Muse is the home of D.
Anthony Brown and Miriam F. Martin, both of whom are pseudonyms;
and is the sole publisher of Siren’s Garter, a bi-monthly erotica
periodical.

 

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SirensGarterErotica.com

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About the
Author

 

Miriam F. Martin grew up wanting to
be a cam girl, but excessive stage fright killed the dream. Her
passion for getting strangers off over the wild worldwide web
hasn’t died yet. So she focuses her time writing smutty books for
smart people, like you. When not writing erotica, she also writes
science fiction and fantasy.

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