Dani is in her full dance mode and does this disco move where she criss-crosses her hands up and down my body and grazes my breasts on several passes. I arch my brow at her after one slip that seems especially intentional but she ignores me. When I look over at Nathan to make sure he’s not upset, he has a huge grin on his face. He’s such a guy.
Off to the side, shy Genna has joined in but she doesn’t seem shy tonight. The Powerpuff Girl is giving her twerking lessons and her butt’s working it so hard that some of the vines hot glued to her Poison Ivy costume have fallen off. Kevin is watching so intently he looks hypnotized.
Knowing that Nathan and others are watching us I keep my moves fairly smooth as I’m not ready to test the true adhesive power of this double-stick tape that’s keeping the girls from flying free. There’ll be no twerking for me.
As I sway my hips to the beat of the music I realize that the punch has hit me harder than I realized. Everything is slightly soft around the edges so when Billie steps up behind me and runs her hands over my hips and down my thighs I don’t even flinch. Instead I gyrate against her.
I look over and notice that Nathan’s eyes are now wide as saucers. He looks a little uncomfortable, but I’m pretty sure it’s that kind of uncomfortable that guys enjoy.
The more attention we get the more provocative our ringleader, Billie, gets. She pulls Morgan into the circle by the collar and kisses her. Morgan doesn’t even fight her off. My gaze jumps to Curtis who looks like he’s just won the lottery. I realize that there hasn’t been a single complaint by a boyfriend, there’s just a Batcave full of men standing to the side watching with bugged-out eyes and gaping mouths while holding their drinks in strategic positions.
When the long funk medley finally finishes and pretty much every guy has stored up enough fantasy material for many long shower sessions, there’s a quick exit by most of the couples. Nathan all but chases the few that linger out of the house. Even the DJ gets the hint and packs up in record time.
When the front door finally closes for the last time I find myself pinned up against it. Superman is apparently very worked up.
“What was that?” He whispers, his lips on my neck.
“What was what?” I ask, noting as he presses against me that the compression panty can’t really fight off Superman’s secret Superhero skills.
He looks down at me drunk with lust. “You girls all rubbing against each other, all the touching, I mean…geez. Did you see how Harley kissed Electra? There was tongue involved.”
I grab onto his yellow belt and pull him closer. “Yeah, I saw that.”
“It was so hot,” he says. “I mean they’re not even from the same comic universe but it was still really sexy.”
I smile. Nathan can be so literal at times.
“Brooke,” he whispers.
“Yes.”
He bites my earlobe before whispering in ear, “Did Dani really touch your breasts.”
“I believe she did.”
“Did you like it?”
“I liked that you liked it. I saw your reaction.”
“Is it weird that I think it was hot?”
“No, I think that’s what we were all going for. Getting you guys all worked up.”
He grinds against me. “Well, it worked. I need you, Wonder Woman. Right now.”
He lifts me into his arms and I wrap my legs around him. Never mind that I keep losing traction and slipping down with our slippery spandex-to-spandex connection. We still make it to the bedroom in record time.
He stumbles a bit when we step into our boudoir and I’m airborne for a second before landing on the bed. I purse my lips and look up at him. “How many glasses of punch did you drink anyway?”
He gives me a sheepish look. “I dunno. I lost count.”
Awesome. Let’s hope that punch isn’t his kryptonite. I’m counting on some epic sex tonight.
He looks at me with his brows knit together. “Do you mind if we get me undressed first? This panty girdle thing is getting really, really uncomfortable.”
“By all means,” I say, gesturing across his torso. “But take it slow and sexy, I want to have time to admire every part of you in your Superhero glory.”
He grins widely. “Okay slow and sexy.” He carefully pulls the costume’s neck wide and starts to ease one side down his broad shoulders. When he’s finally pulled his hand and arm completely out of the garment he looks at me with a blank stare as if he’s not sure what to do next. “How do I undress sexy? That’s your department.”
I lift up on my elbows so I can see better. “Remember when I forced you to see Magic Mike with me?”
He looks a little scared as he nods.
“Give me some of that…Superman style!” The edges of my lips curl up as he hesitates. But then he spreads his legs hip-width apart and forces his fists onto where his hips would be if men had hips. It’s a little bit like the disco band, The Village People, in attitude but the effect flexes all his arm muscles. At least Nathan never stopped working out and his body is all the sexier for it.
He grins at me. “Like that? That’s how Superman poses.”
I lick my lips as he watches amused. “Yes! More!”
He peels the uniform off the other arm until it’s revealed, then shimmies the body suit half way down his chest. He turns around and lifts one arm into the flying pose and flexes the other. I see hard, defined muscles in his back that I didn’t even know were there.
I clap wildly and whoop and holler from the bed. “More!”
After an awkward moment of him fumbling with his yellow belt, he turns around and slowly drags the suit just below his ass. Whoa! He must’ve really had a lot of punch.
I prop a pillow behind my head and grin. “Sexy man!” I moan.
He shoves the costume further down and when he turns around his thumbs are looped under what I recognize to be the compression panties.
“Are you ready for the big reveal?” he asks. He’s blushing like a kid but seems to be pushing himself to keep it going.
“I want everything,” I groan.
As the spandex is pulled down, I get to see how excited Nathan really is. He looks down and then up at me anxiously.
An intense wave of desire crawls up my spine and I reach out for him. “Forget Magic Mike! Let’s get this show on the road!”
With a look of relief Nathan makes quick work of getting his boots and the rest of his outfit off. I’ve never seen him so happy to be naked. He crawls up on the bed next to me.
“Okay, Wonder Woman — your turn. Shall we start with the boots?”
Suddenly I’m not sure this bodysuit has enough give for me to curl all the way over and undo the boots myself. “Could you take them off for me?” I ask with doe eyes.
When the boots tumble to the floor he moves closer and tugs on the edge of the bustier. “This next. Your breasts have been making me crazy all night.”
I sit up and turn my back to him. “See the million hooks? They all need to be undone.”
“Wow! Okay.” He has nimble fingers so he seems undaunted by his task. “Hey I thought you said this was really tight? It’s feels kind of loose to me.”
“It wouldn’t hook up pre-bodysuit.”
“Oh,” he whispers as his eyebrows shoot up. Maybe he’s finally understanding the magnitude of my situation.
When the last hook is undone I attempt to wedge my fingers between the foam tape along the front cups and my breasts but there’s no give. That tape must be stronger than I thought.
“What?” he asks as he sees me trying to poke inside.
“This thing is taped on.” I scrunch my face up as he attempts to peek inside my cleavage.
“Why taped?”
“Because my tits kept trying to set themselves free.”
“Seriously?”
“Do you really think I’d glue myself in here for any other reason?”
“Good point. So what’s the plan?”
“There’s only one thing to do and it requires both of us to be brave.”