"That's okay," Opposite Woman replied, noticing how incredible it felt to be in the strong, safe arms of her super hero. Regaining her balance and her bearings, Emily tried to come to her senses. Todd's arms were still protectively wrapped around her waist; she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and began to dance more recklessly with him.
The pressure of the crowd surrounded them, encircling them, closed in and forced Todd and Emily's bodies closer and closer together. And as their personal spaces shrank, their intimacy grew. Neither of them seemed to mind, nor did they protest. It had been a long time since Emily had a felt something like this―the closeness and connection of another kindred soul pressed tightly up against her body. She was cherishing every second of it, and wondered, wished, and desperately hoped that Todd was feeling the same.
The song ended and an argument quickly broke out between the two Harry Potter's over who would assume the role of the Alpha Wizard\DJ of the party. "Why don't we go outside and get some air?" Emily suggested, just as the two wizards were squaring off, wielding their Walmart-bought, plastic magic wands, as they began casting spells at one another.
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Standing out on the patio in the crisp, cool night air, Todd and Emily simultaneously took a sip of their wine and stared up at the brilliant bright stars in the clear Autumn sky. "Are you . . .?" Todd started to ask.
"Am I what?" Emily replied.
"I was just wondering if you were having a good time," he said. "To be honest, Em, you're not the easiest person to read."
"I'm sorry. I know I can be like that," Emily admitted. "I can't help it. To answer your question: Yes, I am. I'm having a good time, a really good time, but to be honest, Todd, these type of parties really aren't my kind of thing. I'm more of an Anti-Halloween girl."
"How do you celebrate that?" asked Todd.
"What?"
"Anti-Halloween?"
"It's sort of the opposite of Halloween," Emily explained. "Come to think of it, it's a lot like Valentine's Day."
"How so?"
"A guy gives me flowers; we have a nice meal, then we fuck."
"I'm afraid I didn't bring any flowers," Todd admitted.
"And I already had dinner, so I guess that means we jump right to act number three," she said. "Come on, let's get out of here." Emily grabbed Todd by the hand and starting to lead him back into the house and through the wild, raucous party crowd.
Todd hesitated. "Is something wrong?" Emily asked.
"No, I guess not. I've just never . . . never met a girl as forward as you."
"Well, what did you expect from Opposite Woman?" Emily winked at him.
Todd grinned. "Point taken."
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"So where do you live?" Todd asked after they got into his car.
"Look, to be honest, Todd, my place is kind of a mess," Emily confessed. "Do you mind if we go to your place instead?"
"No, not at all."
"And, Todd, I want you know I'm not usually like this."
"Like what?"
"Like Opposite Woman, I usually don't fuck guys on the first date."
"This is a first date?" Todd joked.
Emily laughed. "You know what I mean."
"So why is tonight different?"
"I don't know. I guess . . ." Emily sighed. "It's been awhile for me and I decided it was time for me to take a chance, and you seem like a nice guy, better than the jerks I usually date―I mean when I
was
still trying to date."
"Well, as long we are making confessions," said Todd. "I don't normally do this sort of thing either―I mean on a first date. So I guess it's Opposite Night for both of us."
"How come?"
"How come what?"
"How come you don't normally do this sort of thing on first dates? I thought that was all that guys were interested in."
"I don't know," Todd said. "I guess I'm a bit old fashioned."
Emily grinned at him.
I like old fashioned
, she thought as he started the car.
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Todd returned from the kitchen of his loft apartment with two glasses of wine and sat down on the micro-suede couch next to Emily. "To Opposites!" he toasted.
"To Opposites attracting!" Emily replied, clinking her glass against his.
They sat there for a long while in awkward silence. Emily could sense Todd was a bit shy and hesitant to make the first move. It was a refreshing change from the guys she normally dated, who, by this stage of the evening, would be trying to force as much of their cock as they could into her mouth and down her throat.
Someone had to make the first move, and Emily finally decided that Opposite Woman was going to be the one. "Um . . . Todd."
"Yes?"
"There seems to be something missing from your lips."
"What?"
"Mine." Emily leaned in close, their lips met and they began to kiss, slowly and tentatively at first. The shyness, awkwardness and innocence of it all made Emily feel like she was teenager again―secretly making out on the couch in the living room of her parent's darkened house.
Emily turned up the heat and started unbuttoning Todd's shirt. Her hands began to roam, exploring Todd's surprisingly taut, muscular chest. He responded by slipping his hand under Emily's sweater, where he unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and began to gently caress her breasts. The gentle touch of his lips upon hers and Todd's wonderful wandering hands were making Emily incredibly aroused.
"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" Todd whispered.
His words were music to Emily's ears. "Okay," she replied, trying hard to downplay her excitement.
They got up from the couch and Todd led Emily by her hand to his bed. "Lie down," he told her. Todd was becoming more relaxed, more confident, and more assertive as the night went on; and Emily was loving every minute of it.
After removing her shoes, Todd peeled Emily's jeans off her body, leaving her white cotton, granny panties still in place, still covering her desperate, dripping pussy. Then he climbed onto the bed and on top of her. Bodies pressed together, Todd began kissing her passionately again. Emily could feel his hardness pressing and rubbing against her equally wanting sex.
Todd moved onto the bed next to Emily and slid his hand into her panties. "Are you always this wet?" he asked, slipping a finger in and out of her swollen, wet pussy.
Emily was breathing was so hard and her heart was racing so fast, that was she struggling with the ability to speak. "No, never," she finally blurted out, "not like this."
Todd's lips moved from her mouth to her neck, then to her sensitive, erect nipples, before progressing down her stomach. As his probing tongue explored Emily's navel, Todd yanked off her damp panties. Spreading her legs apart, he continued kissing his way down slowly, seductively, inching his way to the promised land.
Emily could feel his hot breath on her sex a moment before he finally made contact. Her aching pussy lips spasmed and her entire body shuddered uncontrollably at the delicate, sensual touch of his tongue. She was ready to come, more than ready, but Todd seemed to have other things in mind. He was taking his time, teasing, tempting, and torturing her. Emily had never experienced anything like this, never had a lover like this; never had someone so focused solely on her, her needs, and her pleasure.
The feelings that Emily was experiencing were becoming increasingly more intense, more incredible, but also increasingly more unbearable. "Please, Todd!" Emily shouted out. "I need to come, more than anything. Please, make me come. Please let me come," Emily begged. "I can't take it anymore."
Todd finally relented, his tongue furiously focused on Emily's clit, giving her the satisfaction she so desperately craved. Her body stiffened and Emily went off, like she had never gone off before, her entire body shaking, trembling, and convulsing from her orgasm.
Emily had never come like that; she'd never come that hard before. As she recovered from the deep, mind-blowing orgasm, Emily noticed, in the dim light of the bedroom, Todd removing his trousers and underwear. She felt the mattress move with the weight of his body as he climbed onto the bed. Emily pulled her legs back and apart, welcoming and wanting him to enter her.
The bulbous crown of Todd's hard cock rubbed against Emily's slippery slit before he plunged into her. Emily let out a loud, involuntary gasp. The intense feeling of the penetration was more than Emily had expected.
