3. Emmy
THREE
Emmy
I’ve never seen a woman look so nervous around another woman. She looks like she’ll explode if I touch her, and that sort of makes me want to. It’s clear she’s gay, at least a little bit, because her eyes locked on my tits the moment I walked in.
Gigi had mentioned the party the last time I walked into Literary Leaves.
I figured it could be something fun to do while I’m here, and it’ll give me a chance to see a little more of Sapphire Falls.
The only problem is, I don’t have Gigi’s number, and while her pink hair makes her unique at the bookstore, it is all too common here.
Everyone has gone all out with masks, hats, and wigs, and I can’t tell anyone apart.
My saving grace is the open bar next to the nervous brunette.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask, watching her eyes widen behind her black lace mask. The chocolate orbs tripled in size at my request.
“With you?” she asks, not hiding her surprise.
“I mean, unless there’s someone else I can set you up with.” I laugh. “Come on.” I put down my drink on the counter, grab hers from her hand, and do the same. Then I take her hand in mine and lead her to the dance floor. Her palm is warm and sticky, telling me I’m right about her being nervous.
I place a palm on one of her hips and watch her blush as she does the same. “Have you ever slow danced with a woman before?” I ask.
“Uh, no?” She laughs. “Is it that obvious?”
“Only a little, but that’s okay. I can take the lead.” I wink.
I place my free hand on her shoulder, touching the thin strap of her dress—a dark red that does nothing to mask that hot body she has. She must work out, because I swear she’s all muscle; her arms might not look it, but the outline of her abs is clearly visible through her dress.
We sway casually, listening to the music and finding the beat with each other. She seems to relax the more we dance, and I feel her eyes on me.
“Would it be wrong of me to hit on you?” I ask.
“Why would it be wrong?” She laughs.
“I don’t know. You don’t have a husband or wife or both at home, do you?”
“No, definitely not.” She shakes her head.
“Good.” I push her dark curls out of her face, tucking them behind her ears. She blushes, and I brush my thumb across her tall cheekbones, touching her pink cheeks.
“You make me nervous,” she admits, sucking in a breath.
“A little bit of nerves can be a good thing.” I wink.
I pull her body closer to mine, my chest inches away from her face. She’s so short, even with those long legs and heels she has on. Her breathing changes as she dances with me; the tension between us grows. Her breasts heave slightly as she tears her gaze away from my chest and looks up at me.
Smirking, I take her by the hand and twirl her around the dance floor. She spins, falling back into my arms.
“Where’s your mask? You know it’s a masquerade, right?” she teases.
“I thought that was because of all the masks in the room,” I joke.
“Ha ha. Seriously, you’re lucky my best friend didn’t see you, or she’d have you thrown out. She’s very particular about following the rules when it comes to dressing up.”
“And what about you?” I ask.
“What do you mean?” She tilts her head.
“What do you think about following the rules?” I lean in, brushing my lips on the side of her ear. I know what I’m doing, but it’s fun watching the pink rise on her flesh.
“You’re a little bit dangerous, aren’t you?” She bats her eyelashes, and I smirk.
“Maybe.”
“I think I could use a little danger tonight. I’m usually the one playing it safe,” she admits.
“So, if I were to say we should steal that bottle of whiskey and get out of here, would you be game?” I whisper.
“Make it a bottle of vodka, and you have yourself a deal.” She nods.
“You got it, babe; meet me at the front door.” I wink, dashing behind the bar.
I wait until the bartender is busy helping someone with a drink, and then I grab one of the opened bottles. It’s at least half full and will be more than enough for us.
I don’t have anywhere to hide it, so I make a dash for the front doors, hoping my mystery woman is already there. It makes me realize we never even stopped to exchange names.
Somehow, it’s more fun this way. I don’t have to be Emmy, the girl whose father just died; I can be anyone. And tonight I am going to be Emmy, the girl who is hopefully hooking up with the hottest girl at the party.
“How did no one catch you? You looked so suspicious,” she says, laughing when I reach her. She grabs the bottle and tucks it under her dress through the slit, holding it inconspicuously through the dress.
“You clearly should’ve been the one to grab it. And whoever is running this clearly needs better security.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for next year.” She makes a face, and I realize what I’ve said.
“No way, this is your party?” I ask.
“Sort of, I work on the property, and the owners are my best friends,” she explains.
“And you didn’t think to mention that before I stole from you?” I groan.
“Well, I thought it would be more fun this way. Besides, is it really stealing if it’s an open bar? You just saved the bartender from having to pour a few drinks.” She shrugs with a smile on her face.
“I like your logic.”
“So, please tell me you drove here. I’m not quite sure where you were planning to go on this adventure,” she says, looking around the parking lot.
“I did. I only had half a drink, so I’m good to drive. Is that okay?” I ask.
“Yes, but I appreciate you checking.” She smiles.
I lead her to the car that’s parked halfway down the parking lot. The clicking of our heels gets louder as the sounds of the party dim in the distance. I open the side door for her, helping her lift her dress into the vehicle before going to my side and getting in.
I’m about to pull out when I realize I have no clue where we’re going. I can’t exactly bring her to my dead dad’s house. There’s way too many questions I can’t even begin to explain there.
“Leave the parking lot that way, and I can lead you; my place is on the property,” she says, as if reading my mind.
“Okay.” I nod. “You know, I still don’t know your name.”
“I know,” she says. I wait for her to tell me her name, but it never comes, only the directions to her place.
“Are you in a witness protection program? I swear I can keep a secret. Your identity is safe with me,” I joke.
“Have you ever not wanted to be yourself, even for a little bit?” she asks, looking at me seriously. “Like, just to be someone else for a short while. Not because there’s anything wrong with being you, but maybe because you need a little break?”
“Yes,” I answer in a heartbeat. She relaxes with a sigh at my reply. If she only knew it’s all I’ve been wanting since the moment I found out my dad died.
“Then, can we not use our names? Because I think I just want to keep being whatever version of me this is,” she explains.
“Of course.” I nod.
“I just have to ask, you look so young. How old are you?” she asks.
“Old enough!” I laugh.
“Then, to quote Miss Carpenter, do you want the house tour?” she teases as we pull up to the brown house.
“Sure,” I say with a laugh. “I’d love it.”
She unlocks the front door and then hands me the bottle of vodka.
She flips on the lights, and the place is only in sight for a second before she wraps her arms around me and kisses me.
Her red lipstick mixes with my pink lip gloss, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
She hooks her hands around my neck, and we lean against the front door.
Her body presses into mine, my dress surely slipping down.
I can feel her warmth through the thin fabric of our dresses.
She hikes her leg up around my thigh, and I grab it, holding it up in the air. My fingers dance across her upper leg to find the garter attached to the fishnet stockings.
I moan lightly in her mouth as my hand wraps around her thigh. I’m met with pure muscle when I finger through the holes of the stockings and snap the garter, causing a groan from her.
I pull back from her lips, pressing mine to the side of her neck and kissing softly and carefully, but she grumbles about going harder. I summon all the strength I have to pick her up by her ass, and she locks her legs around my waist as I walk us to the couch.
Dropping her down on it, I fall to my knees, and she looks at me expectantly. I pull at the string of her mask, wanting to see her more clearly, and I’m in awe. Her chocolate eyes look even more beautiful with her full lashes and soft freckles.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I praise, and pink rises in her cheeks.
“Shut up and fuck me, please,” she says, and I’m amazed at her crudeness with her demands.
“As you wish.” I push her back onto the couch and pull her thighs closer to me.
I don’t waste my time taking off her dress or shoes—she wants this quick and dirty. I slide her dress halfway up her waist, exposing her soft silk granny panties. They are already soaked with a huge wet spot in the dead center, and I groan, seeing how turned on she is from so little.
I know I’m about to have way too much fun with her. First, I snap the side of the garter on her right thigh, seeing as she likes a little pain with her pleasure. I slip off her panties, sliding them down each leg achingly slow as I push her back down again when she tries to complain.
She moans, and I dive into her wet pussy. I spread apart her lips, a tuft of dark curls over them. My fingers accidentally brush against her clit, and she cries out in pleasure. It must’ve been forever since she’s gotten laid if she’s this responsive to me.
Not that I’m one to judge.
I don’t wanna think about how long it’s been for me. I dip my tongue in her wetness, sliding through it like a waterfall on a warm day. Her body tenses up at my touch. Her thighs push against my ears, but I lick slowly.
“Please…don’t…tease…” she manages to pant between licks.
I smile, enjoying how much this is torturing her, but she tastes too sweet to stop. I lick faster, holding her thighs up and placing them over the sides of my shoulders. Her heels click together, and I can feel the soft skin of her thighs rubbing against my cheeks as I lick through her folds.
She’s moaning under me. She has one hand in my hair, and she’s playing with her breast with the other.
I suck lightly on her clit, watching the way her thighs clench together around me each time.
I can feel her getting closer, but I pull away each time, not wanting her to come, not wanting this to end.