"So no movie and no slushies from Quickie Mart. Gotcha. How about bowling?"
"I suck at anything with balls. I like mini golf though."
"So you only watch sports? I took you to be athletic."
"Track and swimming."
"Awesome. I used to do cross country, you know, back in the day."
"I don't miss those days."
"Who does? Hey, what street do I turn down?"
Miranda pointed down a number of streets. He drove in what seemed like circles and was close to lost in the weird neighborhood full of houses that all looked the same. Mostly split level and all of them with cheesy white fences out front. Garden gnomes watched him drive by as if taunting him.
"Right here," Miranda pointed. "The house without the fence."
"This cape cod thing? Gotcha."
He pulled in the driveway and put the car in park. He unlocked the doors while she gathered her purse.
"Thank you for the ride home," she said. "My roommate apparently decided to have a wild night at the clubs, even though I begged her to give me a ride home."
"Not a reliable friend? Sorry."
"I love her too much to move out. I just need regular rides."
"Doesn't everyone." Jason coughed. Why the fuck did he say that?
Miranda slapped him on the thigh. Her hand didn't leave his leg. "So you want to have coffee?"
"Do I get to meet you boyfriend?"
"I said maybe I have a boyfriend. So unless one just materializes out of nowhere, you probably won't get to meet him."
"I'm disappointed. So looking forward to meeting the chap."
"I bet you were."
"I could use a cup of coffee. But I need to bring my groceries inside so they don't spoil."
"My fridge is yours. Come on." She winked while unbuckling her seat belt. Jason tried to keep his emotions in check. It was just an honest coffee, and she was a stranger. No need to think it was more. It probably wasn't.
She had lied about the carpets, they were more of a faded beige than yellow. The wallpaper was a puce green, like somebody from the seventies had thrown up on the walls. He wondered if the Favre poster was in her bedroom, and if he'd get a chance to see it.
Miranda put on a pot of coffee while Jason pretended to read the front page of the newspaper. She was a hottie—cute tight rear end, nice curves all around, a sexy knockout smile—and those eyes killed him when she turned around from the kitchen sink. "I'll put on something more comfortable. Help yourself to the coffee mugs."
She opened the far cabinet where the mugs were on her way past. He thanked her, and couldn't help but notice how she swayed her hips when she walked. Jason thought he'd play this smooth, maybe get a good night kiss on the way out the door, and perhaps get a date lined up. That would make him the happiest man on the planet.
He pulled out a U of M mug and poured coffee for himself, and got a mug with a Dilbert cartoon out for her. He found creamer in the fridge. Miranda came back wearing tiny flannel shorts and a pink tank top.
He handed her the U of M cup. "Aw, thanks. How did you guess I liked it black?"
"Lucky guess I suppose." He poured coffee in to the Dilbert cup. "I like your choice of mugs. Did you go to the U of M?"
"Awhile back. Didn't finish. You know. School wasn't right for me at the time."
"That's too bad. Ever thought of going back?"
She gulped coffee and winced at how hot it was. "Now and then. No clue what I'd do though. I suppose I missed out on the college experience."
"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,
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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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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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