Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016 (17 page)

Joshua tugged at his collar. “You
sure about this?”

Kacy turned away and headed toward
the front door. She glanced back over one shoulder, tucking her
hair over an ear.

“
Hurry up,” she said. “Before I
change my mind.”

2

She hung the shirt on the line
outside her patio door. Now the mystery man—Josh—sat on her sofa,
bare-chested and barefoot. He had a finely toned body, not exactly
chiseled, but well formed with flat abs and nicely shaped
muscles.

A shame to cover that with
plaid.

The pug had already fallen asleep
on the floor, in front of Kacy’s TV, already snoring like a twenty
pound freight train.

She brought in two shot glasses and
a bottle of whiskey, the one from Gina’s bachelorette party a year
ago. The bottle had sat unopened in Kacy’s cupboard the whole
time.

He smelled clean, like he’d just
gotten out of the shower and thrown on some aftershave.

“
Is this how you normally pick up
guys?” he said.

“
Naw,” Kacy poured drinks.
“Thought I’d try something new. See where it went.”

“
Where is it going?”

She handed him one of the
shots.

“
I don’t know,” she said. “It’s
kind of early for a nightcap.”

“
Cheers.”

“
Cheerio. Then.”

They clinked glasses and drank. She
tilted her head back, watching him from the corner of her eyes.
Kacy suspected he was doing the same.

She finished first. The alcohol
burned all the way down. Kacy’s head twitched a little. He sipped
his whiskey, and then tossed the rest down the hatch.

And coughed.

His entire body spasmed, head
jerking, shoulders hunched.

“
You okay, sweetie?” said
Kacy.

“
Wow,” he said. “Some
poison.”

“
You wanted a nightcap.” She
filled his glass with another dose.

“
To bad decision making.” Josh
raised his glass.

“
Bad decisions.” She clinked
glasses with him and they drank again.

He tried to hide his reaction. He
tilted his head, squeezing his eyes shut. It only had the effect of
making him blush.

Kacy found it cute.

They sat on the couch, heads
twitching. He coughed.

“
Hate to say it,” Josh said. “But
I’m buzzed.”

“
Yeah,” said Kacy. “Now we’re
properly inebr… inebria… fuck it.”

“
Intox…” he said.
“Intoxic…”

“
Drunk and disorderly!”

“
Hell yes!”

The pug raised her head. Her
glassy eyes seemed to say,
fuck you
humans, keep it down, some of us are sleeping
.

Josh’s smile was loose and playful.
Kacy couldn’t help but look down, below his neckline. She wasn’t
drunk yet. Just enough to feel tipsy.

That scared her and excited her at
the same time. Like being in school again, uncertain of what to do,
how to do it. Had it really been that long since her last fuck
buddy?

“
You okay?” said Josh.

“
No,” said Kacy. “Yes.”

“
Way to send mixed
signals.”

“
Sorry.” She took his glass away
and set it on the coffee table.

“
Do I need to spray you?” said
Josh. “With a watering hose. Totally what I meant.”

She looked at him, checking her
out. His eyes were soft and brown. Kind eyes. If a wee bit drunk
and scattered at the moment.

Josh moved, shifting his weight
away from her. As if to stand. Kacy placed a hand on his wrist. His
skin was warm to the touch. Smooth. Even the hair was
smooth.

And it just felt good to touch a
man.

To control him. To make him stay
when she didn’t want him to leave.

Kacy leaned forward. Eyes half
closed.

He didn’t pull away. The smell of
his skin and hair was crisp.

Closer. Lips nearly
touching.

Josh cupped her elbows. A strong
grasp, barely touching her. Pulling her in a tad closer.

She adjusted her hips.

He cleared his throat. And
straightened his shoulders.

Kacy opened her eyes. Wondering why
she was touching noses with him.

And then he kissed her.

Lips spreading lips. Tongues
probing. A moan escaped. Sounded feminine. Must’ve come from her
throat.

Kacy pulled away. Hands flat on his
chest. Her breathing was ragged.

“
No mixed signals there,” said
Josh.

“
Bad decisions and all,” she
said.

“
You sure about this?”

“
You keep asking that.”

Kacy grabbed the back of his head
by the hair. She pushed him down, into the couch.

And kissed him.

She straddled him, wiggling her
hips against his bulging shorts. His mouth tasted hot, like a
sultry day. Kacy wondered what the rest of him tasted like. She
decided she wasn’t waiting too long to find out.

But she could take her time on the
couch.

3

She stood up once, pressing a palm
firmly into his chest to make sure he knew to stay, and closed the
curtains. Now the late evening sun was tinged red and came in a
hazy line through the curtain gaps. The dog still snored on the
carpet, but Kacy found it easy to ignore that. She was lost in
Josh’s scent and touch. The way he grabbed her hips and bucked
against her every so often, strong fingers pressed into her
skin.

Her body felt hot to the core, and
she was fairly certain the air conditioning worked fine. Sweat
beaded down her arms and legs. Underneath her, Josh burned up as
well. His fingers wandered up her body, slow, methodical, touching
her hips and waist in massaging circles.

Higher up still.

All the way up her spine. He
massaged her shoulder blades, pulling her closer to his hot body.
In a smooth motion, he untied her bikini top.

Kacy yanked it away, her breasts
bared to him completely. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
Too many nights she put herself to sleep with a battery powered
toy, imagining a situation like this. Now half naked—no, near
naked—in front of a man she’d been fantasizing about for some time.
None of her daydreams involved a pug snoring five feet away, but
beggars aren’t choosers. And Kacy wasn’t a beggar.

She grabbed a clump of his hair and
leaned into his ear.

“
Come upstairs,” she whispered.
“If you want to see more.”

The playful ear to ear grin on his
face was precious. Kacy tossed her bikini top at him, right over
his eyes, and rolled off. Her inner thighs already burned from
pinning him down for so long.

She turned away, but didn’t get
very far.

Josh smacked her across the ass. He
wrapped both hands around her waist, pinching in the delicate area,
and pulled her back to his lap.

Kacy fell across him
haphazardly.

He braced her neck and back in his
strong arms.

“
I’m a terrible listener,” he
said. “What were you saying about upstairs?”

“
At least you admit it,” Kacy
said.

“
Huh?”

She smacked him on the cheek. Hard
enough to make a sound. Not enough to leave a handprint.

A love slap.

She stood, pushing off his chest
and thigh. Unsteady on her feet. She didn’t turn around, trusting
him to follow.

Josh put his hand in
hers.

She led him up the stairs. Around
the corner. Into the dark bedroom. Kacy told him to wait at the
door, while she went to the night table and flicked on a
light.

He didn’t wait very
long.

The lamp light illuminated his
face. The bedroom was mellow, dark enough to see. Josh wrapped an
arm around her waist.

His other hand glided up her torso.
Cupping her breast. Thumb playing with the nipple.

Kacy leaned into him, arms around
his shoulders. He kissed. She probed his mouth with her
tongue.

And pulled away. Out of his
reach.

A wicked, wicked smile graced her
lips. She grabbed his shorts.

Unzipped, and pulled down both the
cargo shorts and boxers.

His cock popped free. Aroused, but
not fully erect yet.

Kacy wanted to change
that.

She went down on her knees. His
manhood was crowned by a close cropped patch of pubic
hair.

Just the tip first. A taste. Josh
throbbed between her lips.

Sliding down further, careful to
not to scrape her teeth on him.

Down, down. Near the base. She
breathed through her nose, eyes closed.

Kacy massaged his balls. Josh
tasted wonderful. Far too long since she’d experienced a man like
this.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair,
tugging Kacy to her feet.

And then pushed her onto the
bed.

Josh tore away her bikini bottom.
The last shred of her modesty.

Kacy touched her clit. Her pussy
was wet, dripping. She hadn’t realized it.

She hadn’t realized how much
modesty had been tossed out the window to get this man into her
bedroom.

Her legs were wide open for him. So
were her arms.

The penetration was sweet and
gentle. Her pussy stretched. And tightened around him.

Josh hit her G-spot. A flood of
pent up frustration washed across her body.

The headboard rattled. The box
spring squeaked. Josh kept pounding, lost in his own
lust.

Words formed on her lips. Nonsense
to her own ears.

Begging.

Pleading.

Kacy was helpless under
him.

She wanted desperately for him to
go faster. To blow his load inside her.

She wanted to pinch his nipples and
make him turn onto his back.

So she could fuck him as hard as
she pleased.

For now, this time, she reveled in
the loss of control in her own bedroom. Her own private space where
she commanded her orgasms with electric toys.

This time, tonight, his hot and
sweat covered body pressed against hers.

Josh rocked her senseless. His rod
pumped her wet pussy, making squishing noises.

Legs wrapped around him, Kacy
bucked against his thrusts.

Faster.

Harder.

More violent.

Her moans loud. Josh
grunted.

Kacy slowed her motions down. An
orgasm overtook her.

A gushing.

Painful, exquisite release.
Starting in her pussy, ending in her toes and fingers. Kacy’s
entire body glowed. She dug her nails into his skin.

But Josh pumped faster against her.
She was near numb, and exploding with sensations.

Hot. Cold. Wet pussy. Dry
mouth.

He pulled out of her. His face
scrunched, lost in his own orgasm. Josh’s cock exploded. Hot,
sticky cum slicked across her abdomen. She wondered if he would
ever stop coming.

When he did, he fell on top of her,
and made out with her. Josh fell asleep soon after, in her arms,
and Kacy allowed herself to join him.

Her last thoughts before drifting
off were fantasies of how she’d be on top next time.

When she woke, a dog barked
downstairs, and the front door closed shut. A note was on the bed
side table, scrawled in sloppy handwriting.

See you tomorrow night?
-J.

He left his phone number as
well.

The day was going to be far too
long.

Kacy hoped the next night would be
even longer.

THE GLOWING
SATISFACTION OF PANCAKES

1

Kyle mixed the batter. The coffee
maker chugged and gurgled, the dark roast aroma bringing a smile to
his face as he made breakfast for two. Bacon sizzled on the
griddle. A bowl of fresh strawberries, cantaloupe, and honey melon
sat at the nook next to a whipped cream can.

Already nine in the morning. The
sports news played on the TV in the background. He’d wasted enough
time, reading and watching the news. The mornings of his days off
were always the slowest.

Sleepy-head upstairs would be down
soon enough.

Karen had kept him up late at
night, in the hopes he’d sleep in like a “normal person.” Bless her
heart, she tried. He was a little tired, but completely and utterly
wide awake.

He couldn’t help it. He was a
morning man.