Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016 by Miriam F. Martin Read Free Book Online Page A

woman. “I didn’t expect you to come here
personally, Molly .”
    Venom dripped in her voice as she
spit out the name.
    “ Gertie!” said the blond,
excitement tinging her voice up an octave. Molly had the worst
Russian accent Kevin ever heard. “Is this how you greet me? After
all these years?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ But all those
long nights.” Her voice turned sultry, stretching out the
word long .
    “ I’m confused,” said
Kevin.
    “ Shut up,” said
Gertrude.
    “ Mother!” said Elsie.
    “ Gertie,” Molly cooed.
    “ Everybody!” Kevin shouted,
holding his gun up as if to remind everybody he was still armed.
His whole body shook with anger. He looked straight into Elsie’s
eyes. “What the fuck?”
    His voice echoed in the tidy little
kitchen, and everybody fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.
Elsie stood up straighter, crossing her arms, and Kevin realized
she wasn’t wearing a bra. But his gaze didn’t settle on her bosom
for long.
    He imagined steam coming out of her
ears. Kevin had never seen her so angry in their year long
courtship. He shared a long stare with her. They played poker later
at night sometimes—with money, chips, and clothes. Both played to
win. This stare was a poker stare, and Kevin felt like he’d lost
count of the cards.
    “ You’re going to
explain this to me,” Kevin said, pointing his finger at Elsie, and wove
his pistol around the kitchen. “Later, when your mother isn’t
holding a gun over my shoulder.”
    And then have words with Gertrude
about using him as a human shield.
    Elsie blanched, mouth agape. “This
is not what it looks!”
    “ I was worried sick about you,”
said Kevin. “That you might be hurt. Or worse. And I get here,
and—“
    And what? Kevin and Elsie had
talked about their fantasies together. One of Kevin’s was watching
the love of his life being ravished by another woman.
    Actually seeing it happen… wasn’t
what he dreamed about.
    Elsie lowered her chin, arms still
crossed, hips askance. Her serious stare. The pose faltered when she scrunched her
shoulders up and rocked on her heels.
    “ There’s something you don’t know
about me,” she said.
    “ Yeah? What? You’re suddenly a
lesb… Ouch!”
    Gertrude pinched him hard on the
side, enough for her nails to dig through his polo shirt. “Both of
you,” she hissed through her teeth, “might want to save this for
later.”
    Molly grinned ear to ear like a
viper preparing to snap at a mouse. Her face was still moist from…
Elsie.
    “ A real pleasure meeting you at
last, Kevin,” she said.
    Kevin straightened his shoulders,
finger on the trigger. He didn’t want to shoot her, but the way she
looked at him, like he was a piece of meat in the supermarket, made
him miserably uncomfortable.
    “ How do you know my name?” he
said.
    Elsie glanced rapidly from Kevin to
Molly and back to Kevin. Gertrude sighed.
    “ Darling,” said the blond woman.
“I’m Molly Biggins.”

 
    Chapter
Seven
     
    Elsie never pretended to be the
perfect bride. She was too far from grace to be that, and she’d
told Kevin so much. But she wanted to “save herself” for the
wedding night, even denying Kevin one last roll in the hay before
the big day. And her last jobs were easy enough, she didn’t need to
pull the sex card to complete the mission. Her first night as a
married woman was to be special.
    And then Molly went down on her,
and Elsie forgot even the pretense of chastity.
    Did it count if your sex partner
was the same gender?
    Molly’s tongue glided over her
clitoris and lips, into her tunnel. Warmth spread from her hips to
belly, an orgasm building slow and steady. The blond woman, despite
her other faults, knew what she was doing, and did it so well.
Elsie couldn’t help but grind her hips on Molly’s mouth.
    Pussy wetter than a cat sprayed by
a garden hose, Elsie had been close to coming.
    The last thing she expected was
Kevin to show up with a gun in his hand. To make matters worse,