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.
The character of Twyla, however, is mine. If you would like to borrow her, please ask me first.
Thank you to my beta, Jena, for her wonderful input and suggestions.
Comments can be sent to tig_100@yahoo.com. No flames, please. I’m very tenderhearted.
DANCING
By Em
Todd Manning stared out the window of his penthouse lost in thought. As he gazed over the New York skyline, he contemplated today’s sessions with his psychiatrist. She told him that it was time to get back into the world and start socializing. He needed more human contact.
He met Dr. Bowers when he checked himself into a psychiatric hospital. The nearly six months stay did him wonders. He learned how to deal with the rage he had inside him. He continued to see her as an outpatient. She had brought him a long way in the two and a half years since he’d left Llanview.
He certainly didn’t miss the town or its inhabitants. He didn’t think he could ever go back there. He had finally called Viki with Dr. Bowers’ encouragement. They were slowly rebuilding their relationship, and he found he looked forward to his sister’s bimonthly visits.
Sam had pretty much written him off. He had a new child to raise, and Nora had him wrapped around her little finger. Todd felt betrayed, but he could understand. He tried to reestablish a connection with the man whom he’d once wished was his father, but Sam was resistant, so Todd finally gave up. One more shattered relationship in his life. His past was full of them.
Viki told him that Tea had moved out of Llanview shortly after a failed tryst with a balding, overbearing policeman. No one seemed to know where she had gone. Todd halfheartedly tried to find her a few times, but he didn’t know what he would say to her if he ever found her. She would never again trust him.
Blair’s marriage to Max came as no surprise to him. She said she was happy, but Todd was skeptical. It seemed that Holden had become fat and lazy on Asa ’s money. At least she allowed Starr to see her daddy once a month. He was amazed at how much she grew between visits. That little girl was the one thing he had done right in his life.
The shrill ringing of the phone broke him from his trance. He crossed to the desk to answer it. It was the drugstore, letting him know that his antidepressant prescription was ready. He had panicked earlier when he realized that he was out of them. He never wanted to go back to that dark place in his mind again. He grabbed his keys as he raced out the door.
Todd walked briskly through the sweltering streets, his long hair flowing behind him. He had let it grow down to the middle of his back. Dr. Bowers once suggested that he used it to hide behind, and perhaps she was right. But he liked it better long. Short hair was so conventional, something Todd Manning would never be.
He picked up his medicine and headed for the exit. As he shoved the door open, he literally knocked over a young woman as she reached the door.
“I am so sorry. Are you all right?” he asked the woman sprawled on the pavement. He extended his hand to help her up, only to have her slap it away.
“Why don’t you pay attention to what you’re doing, asshole?” she barked as she stood up and brushed herself off. Her fire red curls were a tangle in her face.
“I said I was sorry,” Todd sneered. As usual, I’m not allowed to make a simple mistake, he thought.
The petite woman found herself looking into his brilliant hazel eyes. She broadened her gaze to the entire package. Full lips, silky long hair, broad shoulders showing through his tight white t-shirt. She was impressed. And in lust.
“No, I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I should’ve been paying attention to what I was doing. No hard feelings?” she asked while holding out her hand for a friendly handshake.
Todd grasped her hand and smiled slightly. He thought she was pretty. She had pale skin and deep brown eyes. She was dressed like him with a tight t-shirt and jeans. She looked like a sexy tomboy.
“Why don’t you let me buy you a drink to make up for calling you an asshole?” She smiled coyly at him.
“Um. I don’t know,” he stuttered. He remembered what Dr. Bowers told him earlier about needing to socialize more and reluctantly agreed. “Okay.”
“Great. My name’s Twyla.”
Todd raised his eyebrow and smirked.
“My mother was a dancer. She named me after Twyla Tharpe.” She locked her arm in his and started walking them to the bar down the street. “I’m a dancer, too. I’m very limber,” she added suggestively as she stroked her free hand up and down his arm.
He swallowed hard. What had he gotten himself into? Was she trying to seduce him? There was little doubt of that when she pulled his arm up to “accidentally” brush over her breast. It had been so long since he’d had sex. Was he ready for this? His mind was racing so he barely noticed that they’d arrived at the bar. He tried desperately to calm himself, but the panic within him still rose.
“What’ll you have?” the bartender asked brusquely. “I haven’t got all day.”
“Hey, are you alright? You look a little pale,” Twyla queried. She led him to a booth in the back of the bar. “Sit down. I’ll go get our drinks.” She made her way back through the bar, which was still lightly populated in the early evening hours.
Todd wondered if he could escape out a back door. His eyes quickly found the exit, and he contemplated slipping out and going home where he was safe. Before he could make up his mind to leave, Twyla had returned with two glasses of scotch.
“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
He gulped his drink and felt it burn all the way down. He hoped the alcohol would steady his nerves.
“You still haven’t told me your name. Or do you prefer it that way?” she asked suggestively. She was sitting opposite him in the booth and started stroking his leg up and down with her foot.
“Uh, Todd,” was all he could manage. Despite his nervousness, he was startled to find he was rather enjoying the attention she was paying him. He took a deep breath and practiced the relaxation exercise his doctor had taught him. He was finally beginning to unwind a bit.
“So, Uh Todd, what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a freelance writer for a magazine.”
Twyla was rubbing his leg higher as she replied, “I like writers. What kind of articles do you write?”
“Mostly human interest type stuff.” He was having a hard time concentrating with her foot massaging his knees and inner thighs.
Abruptly, she stood up, grabbed his hand, and led him to the dance floor. “Let’s dance.” No one else was dancing, and Todd was uncomfortable having people watch him until he realized that most of the patrons were probably watching her.
She was swaying seductively, not quite touching him. The music had a driving Latin beat that fueled her gyrations. Finally, she slid her body up his and wrapped her arms around his waist. She continued to graze his body with hers. He found himself growing aroused.
He slipped his hands around her waist and rested them on her back. She placed her hands on his firm ass and kept them there as she continued brushing her body lightly against his. She had a defiant look in her eyes, almost as if she was daring him to remove her hands; he didn’t.
Todd swayed to the music as Twyla pressed against him firmly. He realized he wanted even more contact, and slowly he slipped his hands to her butt, pulling her closer. His excitement increased. He was enjoying the feeling. It had been so long. Too long. “Do you live around here?” she whispered in his ear. Her warm breath made him shiver with pleasure.
“A couple of blocks. Would you like to go?” He surprised himself with his own boldness. No one but Viki and Starr had been to his penthouse. It wasn’t like him to invite a perfect stranger to his place, but his need for her was strong and growing stronger.
Twyla grasped his hand and led him out the door. He pointed the way, and they headed toward the tall apartment building. Neither of them spoke. Todd was anxious, but eager.
As the elevator finally reached the top, the two stepped off. While he fidgeted with his keys, she giggled to herself. She had never seen such a gorgeous man so nervous with a woman before. As they entered, he turned to offer her a drink only to have her push him up against the wall and pin him with her body.
“Enough small talk. I want you now,” she growled as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
He was shocked and a bit scared. He took several deep breaths, which was difficult with an extra tongue in his mouth. Slowly, his apprehension turned into lust once again. They began moving against each other rhythmically. Twyla was pleased to feel his cock hardening against her.
“Do you want to do this up against the wall or do you have a bed?” she asked as she nibbled his ear. She noticed that he shuddered again. She made a mental note that his ears must be erogenous zones.
Todd didn’t speak; he didn’t think he could. He simply pushed her away from him to lead her toward the bedroom. He didn’t turn on the light. Twyla was a little disappointed. She was dying to see him naked in full light, but there was enough light peeking through the windows from the surrounding buildings and from the moon to cast a soft illumination on the stunning man.
“I have plenty of condoms, in case you don’t.” She couldn’t help whispering in his ear again. A small moan escaped his lips, and she smiled to herself. His ears were definitely sensitive. She pulled one into her mouth, sucking on the lobe. Todd gasped and rocked his erection against her while stroking her back.
Twyla started kissing and licking his neck. He accommodated her by tilting his head back and offering her better access. Slowly, she eased his t-shirt out of his jeans, sliding it up inch by inch to expose his firm stomach.
She was very pleased when she reached his lightly furred chest. Grazing his nipples playfully, she was rewarded with another moan, this one louder. He inhaled sharply as she planted small, wet kisses across his collarbone. Lifting his arms, he allowed her to remove his shirt.
Todd felt very vulnerable, but not apprehensive. Although she was aggressive, he knew somehow that she wouldn’t hurt him. She seemed to be attuned to his frailties.
She paused to gaze into his eyes. She not only saw desire in them, but trust as well. Twyla was awed and humbled by his faith that she wouldn’t hurt him. She sensed a brittleness in him; he had obviously been hurt before and hurt deeply. Suddenly, she felt protective of this beautiful, fragile man. She decided she would not leave behind any more wounds.
She brushed her fingertip over his full lips followed by the tip of her tongue. His face was smooth and hairless. As she traced his features with her slender fingers, she paused briefly at his right cheek. A tiny, faded scar was all that marred his handsome face. She planted a fleeting kiss there before traveling again to his lips. Hungrily, they kissed as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies.
Todd wanted desperately to touch her bare skin, but he was afraid of being too aggressive. Sensing his need, she quickly pulled her shirt off, leaning forward to touch her naked breasts to his chest. This time they both moaned in pleasure.
He drew circles around her back, then let his left hand travel up to her bosom. Her nipple hardened at his tender, but firm, touch. He rolled the nub gently between his thumb and fingers, enjoying the sound of her purring.
As much as Twyla was enjoying the foreplay, she was desperate for more contact. Gingerly, she unsnapped his jeans. When he didn’t stop her, she cautiously began to ease his zipper down. Her hand slipped into his jeans to tease him into a full erection as he brought his other hand up to toy with her nipples. She pushed his pants down a little farther until they slipped to the ground around his ankles. He toed off his shoes and kicked his jeans into the corner.
Quickly, she stripped off her jeans and sandals, standing before him naked. His eyes traveled up and down her body. Obviously, he was pleased as he smiled wolfishly.
She dipped one finger into the waistband of his silk boxers, dragging it back and forth across his stomach. Another finger from her other hand joined that one, and she slowly tugged his underwear down until he stood before her naked. Exquisite, just like she expected.
He was well endowed, his long cock standing straight out toward her. She moved back into his arms to kiss his sensual lips. They rubbed their bodies together, becoming more and more excited.
She broke the kiss only long enough to pull him toward the bed. They resumed their fiery kiss as she climbed onto the four-poster on her knees, enticing him to join her. They knelt for a moment in the middle of the bed, then laid down on their sides without breaking the kiss.
Todd was enjoying the friction of her pubic hair against his penis. He could feel how hot and wet she was. He wanted her badly. She was on the edge and sensed he was, too.
She rolled him over onto his back as she reached across him to retrieve her purse from the floor. As promised, she had an ample supply of condoms. She ripped one off the strip and tore into the wrapper with her teeth. His cock twitched in anticipation.
As she rolled the latex over his erection, he couldn’t help but thrust into her hands. She pulled him into a sitting position and rearranged several pillows behind him for support. She climbed onto his lap, rubbing her clit against his cock. She raised up on her knees and slowly put the tip inside her. She sank onto him with unhurried pleasure.
He ran his hands up and down her thighs as she sat on him unmoving. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back against the pillows. Already he was panting. After what felt like hours, she finally began to move, raising herself up on his long penis until it almost slipped out of her. Just as gradually, she descended back down on him.
She kept up the excruciatingly slow rhythm until he could no longer bear it. Sitting up straighter, he grasped her hips and began to thrust up into her, trying to increase the pace. She held onto his shoulders for more leverage and started to bounce up and down on him roughly. Both were panting and grunting.
Her movements were becoming more erratic. Suddenly, she felt an explosion of pleasure starting from her toes and culminating in her crotch. She screamed his name loudly as she came. Todd was lost in the throes of his own orgasm as he yelled incoherently.
When they were done, she collapsed on top of him as he fell back onto the pile of pillows. As they both gasped for breath, she reached between them and slipped the spent condom off him, tossing it to the floor in the hopes of hitting a trash can. She fell back onto his chest, his arms wrapping around her back to hold her closer.
When their breathing finally evened out, she realized that he was asleep. She raised up off him and laid on her side to watch him sleep. He looked so young and innocent like that.
She considered leaving but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Something about this man intrigued her. She wanted to know more about him. She wanted to know everything. She stroked his soft hair and laid her head back down on his chest. I’ll be here when you wake up, she thought, as she drifted off into a calm, dreamless sleep.
The end
