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A day at the beach	By : angelicaLioncourt Category: -Movies Misc > General Views: 1003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Martin(1976) or any of the characters from Martin(1976). They belong to George A Romero. I make no money writing this.

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Finished up this rather quickly and slapped on a lopsided bow.
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To say that Martin was surprised at the direction that the day had taken on would be an understatement. She kissed him… she had actually kissed him, and he was elated. He almost couldn’t believe that it happened. But it most definitely did happen. His lips still felt swollen and bruised in the best possible way, anticipation coursed through his veins... and now he was following the familiar path up the steps to her front door.

The sun had nearly set. Bags and remnants of their recent beach adventure still left in the car. She invited him inside for a drink.. a chance to wind down before he’d have to go back home and deal with the man in white. The car ride seemed brief, much faster than it took to get there. Somewhere in the middle he decided to be brave, reaching for her hand when they came to a stoplight. His fingers tentatively brushed across across hers. She gave him a smile, that smile that always sent a flutter to his stomach, heartbeat soaring. She entwined her fingers with his, bringing his hand to her lips briefly before continuing on.

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“Close your eyes…” she said. They were resting comfortably next to each other, still slightly winded from having quickly swum back to shore. They were always close. One thing he had learned to accept about Jill was that she was a very tactile person. Often times, touching him on the arm, the back... giving him playful nudges. She hugged him quite frequently. He didn’t mind it at all, though it took some getting used to. At times, Martin would have the urge to reach out to touch her. Be it her hair… face, if anything just to see if she was actually real. But he was always too shy, despite the fact that she obviously had no qualms with affection. There was something about that day in particular, maybe something in the air? There was a new sort of closeness between them. And with each passing moment he wanted to get closer.

“What?” he asked with a laugh

“Just close em… I’m not gonna bite…”

He nodded briefly before closing his eyes. He could feel her shift droplets of water landing on his forearm, warm breath ghosts across his cheek.

It was brief like a whisper barely on the lips, more so at the corner of his mouth. But it still left a lingering sting. Heat spread across his face. She pulled back and he opened his eyes. She was looking down at the edge of the beach towel, idly toying with a stray fringe at the end of it.

He watched her curiously for a moment. She looked…nervous. He had never known Jill to show anything remotely related to fear. “Is that okay?” She asked.

It was more than okay… but he settled for a nod “Yeah.. of course…”

“Right on…” She said… brightening up.

A few moments pass and she was talking once again. Everything from how it was so beautiful there… wondering if she chose the right spot...if Cuda expected him home that night. Rambling as she always did when anxious. He leaned in, bringing his fingers to her chin, tilting her head to face him. She instantly quieted down. He pressed his lips to hers for a moment. Chastely. Having never initiated a kiss in his life. He pulled back only an inch before doing it again, allowing his fingers to lightly graze over her neck. She leaned into him then, lips finally coming alive.

She kissed him fully. Tongue tracing along his lower lip urging them to part. He eventually followed her actions mimicking them, allowing his tongue to move over hers. She could sense the hesitation, the naivety in his movements, but he was a fast learner. Soon enough he was coaxing her back until she was laying against the towel as he continued to hone in on this new and interesting skill. His lips moved to her neck, and she let out a sigh. Teeth grazing sensitive flesh, tongue tracing over her pulse, she felt the beginnings of something stir within her. She moved, tilting his head, kissing him deeply. He seemed to keep up nicely though she could feel him breathing deeply trying to steady himself. He was hot to the touch his entire body humming. Eventually, they managed to pull away from each other for air, though he remained close, nose barely touching hers. Tentatively, she rose a hand, fingers grazing over his kiss-bruised lips.

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As they stepped into the air-conditioned hall, his eyes moved over the familiar walls eyes landing on the clock. It was about 7 30 in the evening. He placed his bag down, still taking in his surroundings as though the place had not become a second home. “Martin..” She called from the kitchen.

“What do you want? I’ve got coke…orange juice, beer, some- sort of smoothie that looks questionable, let’s throw that away..”

His eyes moved over her long tanned legs, muscles shifting under golden skin.

“ Orange juice..” He said, throat suddenly dry.

She obliged, pouring a glass for herself as well. They sat at the table, the voice from the radio serving as nothing more than background noise. As they chatted idly, his hand at some point found hers again. In any other case, Jill would have felt silly.. sitting there, hand in hand staring at each other like a couple of teens in a nineteen fifties malt shop add. But she didn’t mind. She had to remember, it was only a few nights ago that she laid alone... having gotten off the phone wondering what it would be like to kiss him. What his lips tasted like. How it would feel to move her fingers through that gorgeous hair, in a way other than just a brief ruffle. It was better than she imagined. Much better than she imagined, and now her curiosity was piqued.

After a moment Martin stood walking over to the sink, where he began to wash out his glass. He was saying something that Jill couldn’t quite comprehend. Her mind was elsewhere. She studied him for a moment, before standing from her chair joining him at the sink. Tentatively, she reaches for his elbow. He paused for a moment before placing the glass in the dish rack next to the sink. His heart raced at the thought of kissing her again. Slowly, she began to slide her hands up his back arms encircling him from behind. She leaned in and began placing lingering kisses over his shoulders, lips moving to the back of his neck. He trembled slightly at the sensation of her breath ghosting over his skin.

She began raking her hands up his front. He could feel her finely manicured nails through the fabric of his shirt. He gasped lightly, as one of the nails raked over a hardened nipple. She did it again, intentionally this time and he bit his lip. Her breasts were pressed against his back and she was whispering something to him. He moved his hands to rest on top of hers, relishing in this newfound closeness. “ Do you think he would care if you were a bit late?”
He shakes his head and soon enough his lips are on hers, hands roaming up her sides unsure of just where to rest. She’s pressing herself up against him fully and he’s feeling parts of her that he’s never known. With her back pressed against the doorway he kisses her hungrily, all teeth over tongue trying to drink her in. She doesn't mind it.

After a moment Jill pulls back, despite his sigh of protest. She opened her mouth to speak but instead leans in close, lips brushing against his ear. “ You’re sweet Martin…” She whispered.

“Am I?”

“Mhmm..” She drew his earlobe between her teeth, sucking gently. She could feel him shiver, as her lips move to his neck. Tongue tracing over his pulse, teeth grazing sensitive flesh, he’s breathing heavily now leaning into her. As Jill continues her attack on his neck, her hands began to travel down until they rest on his lower back. Pressing herself against him, she bites down on a particularly sensitive part of his neck and a moan escapes his lips. It was like music to her ears, and she wanted more. Repeating the action she pressed her hips forward, grinding herself against him, as she expected, she could feel him stiff beneath the denim. Something about her sudden bold movement must have drawn him out of his haze because he pulled away slightly, head downcast.

Her brows furrowed in confusion, suddenly worried that she had gone a bit too far.

“ I’m sorry… Did I do something?”

Eyes still pointed towards the floor he shook his head. “No… “

He still did not meet her gaze.. he seemed pensive… chewing on his lower lip.

Bringing his hands to her face he leaned in. “No…I’m sorry…” He said between kisses.

Now, she was really confused. He was nervous, that much was clear, and she was starting to feel as though she was taking advantage. Did he really want this? Jill drew back, placing her fingertips over his lips. She regarded him curiously for a moment. “ Martin, can I ask you something?”

“Anything…”

He begins kissing each of her fingertips, one by one.

She lets her eyes travel over him momentarily… his lashes like a dark veil resting against sun kissed skin. Completely gorgeous... She felt the heat rise to her face when he drew one of her fingers between his lips, nibbling lightly.

“Have you ever? I-I mean… surely you must have.. -” She began to stammer, feeling more and more foolish by the second.

“Never.”

“Oh…” She offers lamely.

With his attention still focused on her fingers “It's never really come up before I was always too shy...But I do know that, I really want to be with you..”

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The sun had set completely now, so the only light streaming in was from the kitchen around the corner and the streetlights from the open window. Martin sat at the edge of the couch in quiet anticipation. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs, his hands trembled lightly, and silently he willed himself to calm. This is Jill… your best friend. Why are you so nervous?
Jill unfastened the last two buttons of her blouse before stepping over to the couch. She straddles him, knees resting against his outer thighs. He tilts his head up to kiss her teasingly at first, hands working their way up ghosting over the sides of her breasts, causing her to shiver. She presses herself against his lap, grinding herself against his now obvious erection. He doesn’t shy away this time, moaning against her lips as he reaches forward cupping her breasts in his palm. Experimentally he rolls a hardened nipple beneath his thumb, and she gasps pressing herself against him. He’s kissing her now, lips moving over her collarbone, lower and lower drawing the hardened nub between his teeth. Her fingers weave through his hair as he showers her breasts with equal attention.

His lips are on hers again, her blouse is somewhere on the floor and she is massaging him through the fabric of his jeans. Jill begins to unfasten his belt, and he breaks the kiss only briefly enough to rid himself of his shirt. With nimble fingers she quickly unfastens the zipper, freeing him from the confines of his boxers, and began running her fingers over his rigid flesh. He leans in to kiss her but she pulls away, fingers wrapping around the shaft, pumping him slowly. He’s breathing heavily, newfound sensation coursing through his body. It’s never felt like this before, the touch of his own hand pale in comparison. Her hands were so soft... delicate... much smaller than his own. He could feel her hardened nipples against his chest as her breath tickled his neck. The scent of her shampoo clouded his senses, causing him to grow dizzy. It was a scent he had grown all too familiar with, it always reminded him of Jill. It had even been an intricate part of fantasies which were always overly saturated and in depth. But fantasies were pale in comparison to the actual sensation of her thumb grazing over the head of his cock as her teeth drag across his neck. Suddenly she’s kissing him again, and his head is swimming, she’s whispering something and he can only nod in agreement. She’s gone for a moment, and “Oh god..” He breaths

Her lips were positioned at the tip of his weeping cock, her tongue swirls around the head briefly, making a show of licking up every drop of his arousal. Slowly she sinks lower taking him deeper and deeper into her hot wet mouth.

His entire body was humming and all he could do was sink back into the couch, bury his hands in her hair and try to make sense of the exquisite sensation. He was so close, all he could do was squeeze his eyes shut as he felt himself touch the back of her throat.

Moments pass and he’s panting, on the edge, a fine sheen of sweat has broken over his forehead, lips parted in a silent moan. Her lips wrap around the tip, teasingly running her tongue along the sensitive head, as she continues to pump his shaft, now slickened with both her saliva and his own arousal. She kept his up for a moment before taking him back into her mouth completely, humming in approval.

“Jill– I'm gonna…”he breathes…

She moves back, using mostly her hand now.. faster and faster..

The living room is silent apart from the occasional siren, a car whizzing by in the distance, The sound of hand moving over slickened flesh, and his increasingly frequent moans and whimpers. Jill repositions her lips over him just he starts to cum, hot seed coating her chin, her lips before she takes him in her mouth again, as he shoots the rest of his load at the back of her throat.

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It’s amazing how much things can change over the course of a day. To think, that it was not even nine in the morning when Jill decided to see if Martin wanted to go to the beach. It was barely eleven when they sat in the car, and all she could do was chatter away mindlessly to avoid thinking about just what she wanted to do to him the moment he showed up at her door. She had dreamed about him again last night, and despite her best intentions she once again gave in to the urge. The thought of her best friend with the perfect lips. The image of her riding his face getting her off faster than any of those cheezy magazines the girls at work liked to go on about.

She had slipped way to the kitchen only for a moment to clean herself up. By the time she returned to the couch, he had rid himself of the remainder of his clothes, and he pulled her down, intent on doing the same to her. He kisses her gently coaxing her to lay back on the couch.She obliges, she can feel the heat emanating from his skin as he positions himself on top of her. Despite it being his first time she was intent on letting him take the lead if anything for curiosity’s sake. He leaned in, brushing his lips across her forehead, over her cheek briefly, before moving to her neck where he began to place slow lingering kisses. Warmth pooled at the pit of her stomach at the tenderness in his movements. His hands gently roam over her sides along the swell of her breasts causing her to shiver. Now that her attention wasn’t focused solely on pleasuring him…all she could focus on was the pulsing sensation between her legs…that dull ache, she was sure she had soaked through her panties.

Slowly, ever so slowly he moved down to her collarbones, repeating the same action, his lips burning a trail over her skin. “Martin….” she breathes, pressing herself against him, desperate for any sort of friction. He shifts back, hands moving to the front of her shorts experimentally rubbing her through the material. He kept that up for only a moment before he starts to unfasten the zipper, sliding her shorts and underwear down in one motion. He shifts, positioning himself between her legs, smoothing his hands up her thighs, bending her right knee back slightly. He can’t see much in this light, the streetlamps outside casting a faint glow over her curves. Finally, the woman of his dreams, his best friend, spread out so vulnerable in front of him, practically begging for his touch. She wanted him. He bit his lip, the faint scent of her arousal causing his head to swim, and his already aching cock to swell. He leans in lips hovering over hers as his fingers slide over her slick folds. He couldn’t believe how wet she was… The feel of her soft flesh, the heat as he slowly spread her open. Thumb experimentally brushing over her clit causing her to squirm beneath him.

He gauges her reactions meticulously, every gasp-- every sigh. He’s breathing heavily now, he’s managed to work two fingers inside of her pumping them in and out her juices coating his palm. She was so close.. But she wanted more. She wraps her leg around his lower back, drawing him close pushing his fingers deeper inside of her… His lips find her neck biting down, her inner muscles contract rhythmically around him like a vice. Seconds pass and she’s rocking against him, desperate noises and whimpers falling from her lips. Her back arches like a bow, and she releases suddenly with a cry. Whispering his name, she pulls him closer he his lips move to her forehead. Raining kisses over her neck-- her face and before removing his fingers moving them to his lips.

The night goes by mostly in a haze… for both of them. It wasn’t soon after that that he was lying on his back as she sank herself down on his length. He could never have imagined… wet tight and perfect, she fit around him like a vice. Needless to say, he didn’t last that long the first time. It wasn’t long after that they ended up in her bedroom, he was on top of her, his hands wrapped around her wrists pinning them down onto the mattress as his lips attacked her neck. Raising her knees pinning them to her chest, he sank into her again. With face burrowed against her shoulder-- he tried to steady his breath... fueled by the sound of his name coming out in various moans and whimpers.

The night came to an end. As the first remnants of sunlight filtered in through the blind, Jill moved in closer, burrowing herself against his side. As for Martin, he didn’t really sleep a wink.. Or at least that’s what he thought. Things don’t always turn out the way you plan them to, or at least how you’d expect. Martin didn't plan to wake up with his best friend at his side, feeling her breath curl at his neck. With delicate hands drifting down his body, playing at his skin. He shifts and she begins to laugh as he pulls her to rest on top of him. He definitely couldn’t wait for her to invite him out to the beach again.
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