This is the second of three sequels to my story “Dancing.”
WARNING: The following story is rated NC-17. If you are underage, please turn back now. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex and raw language, please read no further.
The characters of Todd, et al, do not belong to me; they belong to ABC-TV. I am merely borrowing them for a while. I am making no profit from this story.
Thank you to my beta, Jena, for her kind comments and her “Damn!”
Comments can be sent to tig_100@yahoo.com. No flames, please. I’m very tenderhearted.
DANCE LESSONS By Em
Todd decided it was time to actively seek Twyla out. She had been haunting his dreams and had started affecting his waking hours, too. He wanted to see her again. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted her. Period.
He went to the bar where she'd taken him that sultry summer afternoon last month. He waited there for four hours, but she never showed. He tried again every day for a week, but to no avail. He was beginning to think he'd never see her again. In a city with millions of residents, the odds were against him.
He was growing discouraged. Perhaps Dr. Bowers was right. Maybe it was time to start dating other women. She encouraged him to go on one date. With someone. Anyone. Just one date.
Fresh from his last session, he stopped by the drug store to pick up a few toiletries and his prescription. The clerk there had been flirting with him for months. She wasn't bad looking. Maybe it was time to take the plunge and ask her out. As he waited in the check out line, he rehearsed in his head what he was going to say. Before he reached the counter, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Hello, Uh Todd. Long time, no see."
He turned around with a huge smile on his face. There she was, looking even more beautiful than he remembered. She was dressed in tight jeans and a cropped shirt. And she wore a flirtatious grin.
"Twyla." He could barely contain his exuberance. "It's so good to see you again."
"Is it? I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me again."
"Why?"
"Well, things were so awkward between us last time. You know. That morning. I just didn't know," she said as she chewed her lip.
"No. I've been looking for you," he blurted out before he had a chance to censor himself.
"Really?" She smiled broadly. "So what did you want?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"You said you'd been looking for me. Why?"
"Oh, that. I just wanted to know…that is, I was wondering if maybe… Jeez, I am so bad at this," he muttered as he ran his fingers nervously through his long, silky hair.
Twyla chuckled. She thought he was sweet to be this nervous. It was refreshing to meet a man who was so incredibly gorgeous, but wasn't jaded or arrogant around women.
"Take a deep breath and just spit it out," she encouraged.
"Okay." He inhaled, let it out slowly, and said quickly, "Will you go out with me?" as he stared at his shoes.
"I thought you'd never ask. Pick me up at 8:00?"
"Uh, tonight? Yeah. Yeah. I can do that. Wait. I don't know where you live." He relaxed a bit. That wasn't so bad, he thought to himself.
"You remember the little bar down the street where I took you? I live in the building behind it. 787 Westmore. It's apartment 2C. Okay?"
"2C. Got it."
"Great. Then I'll see you tonight. I'm looking forward to it."
"So am I," he said. He watched her saunter out the door.
When she was gone, he turned his attention back to the task at hand. He placed his items on the counter. The clerk, who had witnessed the entire flirt-fest, dourly rang up his purchase. She was tempted to overcharge him, but thought better of it. Maybe she could be there to pick up the pieces when the red-haired bitch broke his heart, she thought.
Todd took his bags and practically skipped out the door. He had lots to do before his date.
*****
He was showered and shaved by 6:00. He was extremely nervous and growing more so by the minute. He stood naked in front of the closet for ten minutes while he decided what to wear. His long, wet hair clung to his muscled back. Finally, he chose the navy Hugo Boss suit. It was comfortable, but still cutting edge.
He slipped on his black silk boxer shorts. He chuckled quietly as he thought of them as his lucky shorts. They were the same ones he'd been wearing the day he'd met Twyla.
He dried his hair, then fussed over how to wear it. Loose? In a ponytail? Low ponytail or high? He settled on a loosely braided ponytail that reached past the middle of his back.
He was dressed and ready to go by 6:45. Now what? He tried to finish an article he'd been working on, but it was no use. He couldn't concentrate. He tried reading and watching TV. The only thing that could calm him down was his daughter. He picked up the phone and called her.
He told her all about his date: where they were going, what he was wearing. Starr was as excited as he was. Time flew quickly, and in no time, it was time for him to leave. He hung up the phone and grabbed his keys. After one last check in the mirror, he headed out the door.
*****
Twyla was dressed in a short dark green dress that showed off her bright red hair and long dancer's legs. She smelled wonderful, Todd noticed.
Dinner was great. They went to a family-owned restaurant just outside of Little Italy. They both stuffed themselves on eggplant Parmesan. Not to fear, Twyla remarked. They would dance off those extra calories.
She took them to a dark, secluded club with a huge dance floor that wasn't too crowded. The music was current, and the drinks weren't too watered down. Although he protested that he didn't really know how to dance, Twyla found him to be quite good on his feet. She taught him a few moves, which he picked up very quickly.
Todd discovered that she had a wicked sense of humor. They told each other every dirty joke they knew. She won the contest, hands down. They laughed the entire way back to her apartment.
Once they reached her door, however, his nerves were back in spades.
"Why don't you come in for a bit? My feet are killing me," she said as she unlocked the door.
Todd followed her in, watching as she slipped off her heels and left them on the floor.
"Want something else to drink?"
"Uh, no. I better not. It doesn't really mix well with the prescription I take." He stood uncomfortably by the door.
"Wow, you sure got tense in a hurry," she observed. "Come over here and sit down. I won't bite. Unless you like that sort of thing," she purred.
Todd sat stiffly on the end of the couch. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous. He'd had sex with her before. Maybe his expectations were too high. He was lost in thought as he self-analyzed himself.
Twyla snapped him out of it. "Why don't you take your coat off and let me rub your shoulders?"
He hesitated, but she managed to coax it off him. She turned him away from her and began to massage the knots in his neck and shoulders. Slowly, he began to relax.
She worked her way down his back, moving his long braid to the side. When she felt he was loosened up enough, she made her way back up to his shoulders once again, then leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Can I play with your hair?"
He shivered as her warm breath tickled him. She smiled, remembering how sensitive his ears were. He nodded.
She removed the band at the bottom and slowly, carefully undid the braid. She ran her fingers through the length of his honey colored hair, reveling in the sensuous feel of it. She reached down and got a brush from her purse beside the couch. She brushed his long locks, fanning them across his broad shoulders. Todd tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He was lost in pleasure.
Gently, she placed a kiss on the side of his neck. He cocked his head to the other side, giving her better access to it. His permission to continue granted, she placed another kiss just below the first one. She felt him sigh. She leaned him back against her and planted another, longer kiss just below his ear, then another on the outer rim. Softly, he moaned.
She maneuvered his back against the couch and encouraged him to keep his eyes closed. She placed a series of hot, wet kisses in and around his ear as he began to squirm in enjoyment.
While she trailed more kisses up and down his neck, she surreptitiously began to unbutton his mandarin collar shirt. When she reached the button just above his trousers, Todd suddenly became aware of what she was doing and opened his eyes. She placed a finger on his full lips to shush him, and followed her finger with her lips. They kissed briefly, but intensely. She suggested he close his eyes once again and trust her; he obeyed.
She pulled the rest of his shirt out of his pants and quickly finished unbuttoning it. She couldn't help but notice the obvious bulge tenting the front of his pants. With a sly smile, she opened his shirt to display his lightly furred, well-defined chest. She ran her fingers through the soft hair there, then returned her focus to his delectable neck.
She traced kisses down his exposed throat then started on his collarbone, baring his soft skin inch by inch. When she reached his shoulder, she slid her other hand across his chest and slipped the shirt down both arms. She continued her hot kisses down his bicep.
Halfway down, Twyla pulled the rest of his arm from his sleeve. She then flipped his arm over and nibbled lightly on the inside of his elbow. He moaned again. She took her time, making sure she kissed every inch of his forearm. She bit him gently on his wrist and heard him inhale sharply.
Alternating between kissing and nibbling his palm, she soon had Todd writhing and panting. She took two of his fingers into her mouth to suck them, causing him to groan loudly. She returned to his palm, licking and biting it. She focused on the fleshy part below his thumb. She scraped her teeth softly across it again and again.
His orgasm took him by surprise. He arched off the couch as Twyla continued to lave her tongue between his fingers. Embarrassed, he opened his eyes to see no condemnation or disappointment in her face. In fact, she looked extremely aroused; her eyes were dilated as much as his.
"You've been a naughty boy," she teased sensuously, circling the wet stain in the front of his pants. "You need a bath."
(to be continued)
