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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Martin(1977) They belong to George A Romero. I make no money from this.

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- 1-Chapter 1
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Just an Idea. Critique and reviews are always welcome.
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Martin always seemed to have something in his mouth. Whether it was gum a piece of candy or a toothpick. Jill really didn’t know when she first came to realize that fact, but once she did, it only seemed to fuel her urge to constantly look at his lips. He would chew on them when he was nervous, rub them absentmindedly when in thought. He chewed on his nails sometimes out of habit, before catching himself, and shoving his hands back into his pockets.
She would watch him as he spoke, how his lips formed the words. She often thought of kissing them. When he would talk, she would listen, as carefully as she could, but her eyes would somehow always drift downwards. She wondered what those plush lips felt like. Were they as soft as they looked?
She wondered if he knew. She would find herself staring at them, in the middle of a conversation and quickly avert her eyes. She would try focusing on his eyes or any other part of his face only for her eyes to be drawn back. It was only a few days ago that they were standing in the kitchen over the sink. They chatted idly as she finished up the dishes, but soon enough, Jill found her eyes fixated once again. It was only when he called her name that she snapped out of it. Had she been staring the entire time? She could feel the heat spread to her face as she apologized, assuring him that she had been listening. He regarded her with the most peculiar expression, eyes darkening as they skimmed over her features. He seemed to lean in, ever so slightly, before giving her a brief smile. He took the bowl from her hands, drying it as he continued his story. Later that night, He when everyone else had turned in, he came to her door, and kissed her.
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But as for now, his lips were wrapped around her fingers, sucking, nibbling on them gently, before letting out another soft moan. Jill’s other hand was wrapped firmly around his cock, stroking him with slow steady precision.
“W--what time is it?” Martin panted.
“Shhh...” She cooed, as she grazed a thumb over the head causing his hips to jerk forward.
“H-he Ahhh.. he could be home any minute...” he breathed, pressing himself against her hand, in time with her motions.
It was about four thirty in the afternoon. They were in the very last room in the hall, the laundry room. Cuda was not due back until around five, but sometimes he had the habit of returning home early. His back was pressed up against the wall opposite of the washing machine, where Jill had cornered him.
“Then, I guess I’ll have to hurry up and finish you off..” She whispered, sliding her hand up the hem of his shirt.
She raked her nails up his sides, over his chest, tweaking a hardened nipple between her fingers. He gasped lightly, so she did it again, eliciting the same reaction. He moved his head to the crook of her neck trailing his tongue along her skin before biting down on that place that caused her to shiver. She let out low moan, leaning into him.
She picked up her pace, stroking him faster, She already knew he was close, pre-cum had began to slide down his shaft, making him slick. She could hear the sound of her hand moving over his rigid flesh, and the thought alone turned her on. He was breathing heavily, moans and whimpers, flowing freely. Every now and then she could feel his hips jerk forward involuntarily, and he would dig his fingers into her hips. She was soaking wet by this point, she wanted him so badly, and he hadn’t even touched her. He didn’t need to touch her. Every sound that fell from those beautiful lips urged her on, the idea that he wanted her so badly. The one thing she liked about Martin was that she never had to wonder if she was getting him off, vocally he made it quite clear.

She pulls away, shifting his pants down slightly, before sinking to her knees. She gave him a few more strokes, before bringing her lips to the head, tasting him briefly. The slight saltiness on her tongue left her wanting more. She begins dragging her lips along his shaft exploring him with her tongue, all the while her fingers lightly toyed with his balls. He gasped aloud when wrapped her lips around him sucking gently. His fingers found themselves entwined in her hair, as he quietly urged her forward. She began to sink down lower, taking more and more of him into her willing mouth. He bit his lip harshly when he felt himself reach the back of her throat, nearly buckling forward when she moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending a ripple of pleasure through his entire body.
It was completely dark in the laundry room, save for the light coming in was through the tiny crack of the door. They figured, when Cuda came home, they could hear the door open. They’d have enough time to separate. Why exactly Jill chose the laundry room in the first place was unclear. Unclear, save for the reason, that despite his protest, Martin seemed to like the idea of being caught. He got off on it. And she got off on making him squirm.
“God..Jill... I’m so close..” He breathed. He was thrusting himself into her now, but she could tell he was holding back
She moaned around his cock again, and he rose his hand to his lips, biting down.
She bobbed her head over him few more times before releasing him from her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around him again, stroking him faster and faster, swirling her tongue over the head, kissing it, taking him halfway into her mouth as her hand continued to work. His breathing was ragged, hands gripped her hair tightly, She could feel him twitch slightly against her lips.
“ Jill--ahhh I’m gonna---Oh God... I’m..”
His hips were thrusting to their own accord now. He lets out a strangled moan...pure ecstasy. And with her lips still wrapped around him, he releases in several large spurts, against the back of her throat. She keeps her lips in place, still bobbing her head over his rigid flesh, She can feel some of his arousal slide past her lips down her chin. Her hands gripped at the hem of his shirt as he rode out the rest of his orgasm, only when he started to soften did she release him. She sat back on her knees wiping her chin with the back of her hand, Martin slumped back against the wall, head still spinning. After moment she leans forward, rising his shirt up slightly, and begins biting, kissing her way across his stomach. He caresses her hair briefly before bringing his hands to her shoulders urging her to stand. His lips collide with hers immediately,kissing her hungrily, completely unphased as to where they were moments prior.
His hands roam up her sides, squeezing her breasts through her shirt “That ...was so good..” He murmurs between kisses. His lips move to her neck once again, biting down as his hands roam her body greedily, unsure where he wanted them the most…. “ How did you do that…” he laughed. In his post orgasm state he was giddy, burying his face in her neck.
Jill couldn’t help but smile to herself. She had to remember that this was his first time for…. Anything. She cursed the fact that she could not seem to keep her hands to herself. It was only a few days ago that he’d kissed her. Everything happened so fast, and had it been anyone else, she would not have imagined things moving so quickly. There was a strange familiarity about Martin. It felt natural to touch him somehow.
His hands slide slowly down her waist, as his lips move to her collarbone. He urges her back towards the wall as his lips travel lower. He moves the strap of her blouse aside, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, slow and lingering. She could feel a flutter of anticipation in the pit of her stomach. His hands reach the front of her jean shorts pausing for a moment, before rubbing her experimentally through the fabric. He increases the pressure of his hand and she lets out a low moan.
“Is that good?” He asks
“M-hmm.. Yeah .. That's good…”
He continues this for a moment, gauging her reactions, the way she arches against him. He soon begins unbuttoning her shorts, unfastening the zipper. His lips hover over hers as he slides his hand under the elastic band of her panties. He can practically feel the warmth radiating off her heated flesh, arousal and curiosity driving him forward, his fingers graze over her slick folds. Was she supposed to be that wet? All thoughts were pushed aside at the sound of her slight whimper. He kisses her briefly as his fingers slide lower, His fingers brush over a hardened nub and she lets out a sharp gasp. “Okay?” He asks
“Yes..yes fine.. do that again..” She whispers. He repeats the action and she lets out a low moan, rocking herself against him.
Soon enough he takes up a rhythm, face buried in her neck. She clung to him, hands raking over his scalp, gently tugging at his hair. The way she breathed his name, her skin like velvet,closing around his fingers, contracting, had him semi hard again. He wanted more, to go deeper. He places one hand behind her thigh urging it up. She gets the hint, resting her foot on the small folding table to the right. He shifts bending his wrist slightly as he plunges his fingers deeper into her heat, his other hand slides up her shirt cupping her breast. Shes moaning loudly, rocking against him, and he kisses her breathlessly. His head is swimming, everything about the situation feels surreal. He wanted nothing more that to bury himself inside her, feel what she’s feeling, ride it out with her. He settles for bringing his lips to the shell of her ear. “You feel so good…” He whispers. She moans in response, he can feel her flesh contract, gripping him like a vice, as she grips at the hem of his shirt tightly. Somewhere in the distance there is the faint sound of dogs barking, the neighbors dogs. The man in white had returned. “Shit…” Jill muttered, attempting to pull away.
“No..no.. wait..” He says…
“Martin.. H-’ ahhh.. He’s gonna be upstairs a-any minute..” She pants, practically grinding herself against his hand.
He brings his lips to her neck, biting down on a spot that seemed to make her cling to him just a bit tighter. Her heart was racing, and she could feel her knees begin to shake, she was so close. The coiling sensation in her stomach grew tighter and tighter. If they were caught it was over, but she could not make herself pull away. His fingers began to work faster, the palm of his hand brushing against her clit with every motion, causing her to whimper.
He shifts slightly, leaning in close to her ear “I wanna feel it…” He whispers, fingers curling upwards slightly.
She nearly buckles forward.
“ Can you come for me?” He breathes, repeating the motion, fingers brushing over that bundle of nerves inside that caused light to flash behind her eyes. “Shit…Martin... k-keep, doing… aahh..” He continues.. leaning in close whispering all he wanted to do to her, with her… how good she felt… “I want to do it to you… next time…”
Seconds pass, And her knees nealy give way as she comes, hard against his invasive digits. Her hands grip the hem of his shirt tightly as she practically collapses against him.
He’s kissing her silent, arm slipping around her waist supporting her as he removes his hand. Her arousal slides down his fingertips and he doesn't resist the urge to taste her. Her body is humming, face flushed, and there is the definite sound of footsteps on the front porch. Neither of their eyes have time to adjust as she flips on the light, she quickly throws him a small hand towel, and hastily begins rearranging both his clothes and her own. She runs a hand through his hair deftly, fixing his collar, as he tries to smooth down some of the wrinkles in her shirt.
They manage to separate just as the lock on the front door rattles and clicks. Martin quietly slips out of the laundry room, into the hall. Just as Cuda entered the front door, Martin darts out the back, onto the bench in the backyard. Jill quickly begins throwing clothes from one of the hampers into the washer. There is a small sink in the corner, and she quickly splashes water onto her face and neck..
With a deep breath she stepped out into the hall. She sincerely hoped Cuda, did not have too much to say to her, the sooner she could get herself upstairs and into the shower the better. Cuda was facing the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves. “Hello Jillian…” He said without sparing her a glance.
“Hello Godfather… how was work?” She asked lightly..
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