thequitecontrary | A Bath and More

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A Bath and More

Mary was supposed to meet Steve for afternoon drinks at a bar in his part of town, which Mary was happy to describe as 'working class' and not seedy in any way. It had taken a bit of convincing to be allowed out without a chaperone. Consequently, Martha knew about Mary's late night outings with Steve. The old woman was no fool. They had a sit down conversation about it, in which Martha acknowledged that Mary was a young lady, old enough to be considered an adult who would make her own choices. Her only advice was that Mary be discreet and not do anything that might get her into trouble. Martha realized that it was a new world after the war and that women were expressing their freedoms, her own granddaughter among them. If Mary wanted to be out with a man, so be it. Have her dalliances. But be careful. Apparently, Martha did not see this relationship in the long term.

Mary saw it a bit differently. She and Steve had spent a lot of time together and she could tell that she was starting to fall for him. They had fun together and he made her feel comfortable. He was kind and courteous and always a gentleman. He made her laugh and he made her think. And of course, he was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. The only thing that may have made him unsuitable was his social class.

Steve arrived a bit late to their meeting and Mary was dismayed to find him covered in engine grease. He apologized profusely and said that he'd had to do some unexpected work on the airplanes. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his work clothes since he knew that he was going to have to take a bath. Mary was invited back to his flat while he cleaned himself up.

She was excited to get to see where he lived. The building was nondescript, and they climbed two flights of stairs inside before he let her into one of the apartments. Mary looked around as they entered. It was humble, but clean and tidy. At least he wasn't crammed into one of those tenements.

"It's lovely," she said, honestly meaning it, even if she couldn't picture herself living in a place like this.

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Mary gave him one last kiss before sitting up and then carefully getting out of the tub. She reached out to him in order to help him up as well.

Once they were both out, she reached for a towel to dry off. Drawing him in, she found herself kissing his mouth again. Now that they had been together, she found that she didn't want to stop touching him.

Though he took her hand, he got to his feet with ease, his other hand propped on the edge of the tub, then he climbed out. He didn't mind the wet floor much, and once he was standing outside of the tub, he pulled the plug from it, then fetched another towel to dry himself off too.

He kept close to Mary all the while, admittedly distracted by all the kisses but he sure wasn't about to complain. Humming softly, he finished drying off his back and hair, then dropped his towel on the floor and reached out to help her finish up a little faster.

Her hair was still mostly pinned up, and while he helped her dry off, she began to take the pins out. Slowly, brown curls dropped to her shoulders. She placed the pins on the bathroom counter, then led him back into the bedroom.

Mary was still nervous for this encounter, even though Steve had made her feel very comfortable. She sat on the bed and turned, getting a full look at the front of him naked. This time she did not hide her eyes or look away.

He watched with a sort of awe as her long hair fell down her shoulders, one of his hands brushing lightly down the length of the strands. Taking her hand, he followed her quietly to the bedroom, then stepped closer once she sat down.

Cupping her face in his hands, he leaned down to kiss her, letting out a soft hum against her lips as he climbed onto the bed on his knees.

She wasn't quite sure what to do. Mary watched him as he got on the bed next to her, her eyes lingering on one part in particular. Was she staring? And was that okay?

Mary moved so that she was lying down next to him on her side. The bed wasn't very big, but it would be enough space for them to do what they wanted.

"May I touch you?" She asked.

It would be a little strange not to stare, right now. They were both completely naked and getting into bed together; if she had no desire to look at him then they really shouldn't be doing this. Steve for one seemed as unbothered by having her gaze on him as could be, if anything he seemed pleased to find her staring so openly.

Lying down while facing her, he slid a hand up her arm, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face.

"Yes," he smiled, fingers stroking across her cheek and lips. "You can touch me all you want."

Mary was tentative at first, her fingers gently moving through the slight amount of hair on his chest. She touched the muscles of his abdomen and stomach, so very unlike her own. She had never been able to explore a man's body like this before.

Her hand paused before moving lower, wanting to make sure that it was alright. Realistically, she knew her hesitance was silly, since she had already touched him there and he hadn't minded. It was mostly due to her own propriety. Eventually, her hand smoothed down his groin and then over his shaft, getting a better feel for it than she had while they were in the tub.

Wetting his lips and swallowing dryly, Steve closed his eyes a moment in a bid to keep himself calm and collected. Even the faintest touch of her hands on his skin was driving him mad right now, but he didn't want to rush her either. He wanted her to take as much time as she needed or wanted to get used to him, to make herself comfortable with the intimacy of the moment, to explore and learn him the way he had her in that bath.

When her hand reached his groin, though, it was impossible for him not to react. Inhaling sharply, he let out a soft whimper, his hand dropping to her arm and curling there just a hint. His knees shifted slightly apart, his back tensing and hips swaying faintly on the bed.

Mary stilled her hand, wondering if she was touching him wrongly. From the look on his face, it did not seem to be that way. She continued, curling her fingers around his cock. It was quickly hardening fully, and Mary was a bit fascinated by it. Her hand moved down further to cup his balls. Again, the skin was soft.

"I think you're beautiful," she said quietly.

He would have promptly told her to keep going if she showed any signs of stopping, but as it was it didn't seem like he had to. He breathed in soft little pants as her hand touched along his cock, purring again when her fingers slid farther down and cupped his balls.

"God, Mary," he moaned softly, leaning in closer to press his lips to hers in a featherlight kiss. His hand dropped down to join hers, guiding her to grip around his erection and stroke him more properly. "Keep touching me."

Her breath caught slightly when he moved her hand back. She was more than happy to touch him in the manner that he wanted though. With her fingers wrapped around him in a loose fist, she began to move her hand up and down his cock. Watching his face and the way he reacted to her touch was fascinating to her.

He breathed a sigh of relief against her lips as she followed his directions. His own hand curled around the head of his cock, squeezing a little tighter, a soft relieved groan spilling from his lips as he finally started to feel some relief on the frustration that had only grown over the past few weeks.

Not that it would last much longer, because Mary was naked and right there on his bed, and God... he wanted so much more. Wanted to have her completely. And now that she wanted it too, this would never be enough.

Mary watched him, a bit surprised to see him touch himself in front of her, though she did not find it unarousing. She continued moving her hand, keeping her pace. How much longer would he last though?

"Steve..." she said tentatively, "do you want me to keep going?" What little she knew of men, they seemed to tire after orgasm. If he wanted her to finish him this way though, she would.

"Yes," he breathed the answer thoughtlessly, immediately followed by a soft little whine. "No... no. Stop— hold on."

He took his hand from the head of his cock, settling it near her wrist instead, and gently tugged her hand away. Lifting it up, he kissed her fingertips, then across her palm, down to the inside of her wrist and along the length of her arm. "I want you. I want you so badly, Mary..."

Mary's eyes were wide as he pulled her hand away and kissed it. His words made her heart pound in her chest. "I want you to make love to me," she told him. She had given him her permission earlier, and even though she was nervous she wasn't going to take it back.

"You have... a contraceptive?" She assumed he did, but she wanted to make sure.

He kissed her arm all the way down, past her elbow, nipping lightly at the curve of her armpit before he smoothed his lips across her breast, brushing them lightly over her nipple. He kissed it, lingering for a moment, before pulling away to nod at her question.

"I do." Moving on the bed, he reached down to the door of his nightstand, pulling out a wrapper and a small pot of petroleum jelly. They might not need it, but the rubber could be a little unpleasant without some decent lubrication, so he'd rather be safe than sorry.

Unwrapping the condom, he unfolded it so she could take a look if she wanted to. It was pretty straightforward, though, just a sheathe about the shape of a penis, long enough to cover practically his whole length.

She shivered when his lips touched her nipple. Despite her nerves, Mary was ready for him to make her feel good, and vice versa.

She watched as he retrieved the condom and lubricant. Mary was curious about it, so she took it in her hand for a moment before moving it down to his cock. Placing it at the head, she started to roll it down over him, glancing up to make sure that she was doing it right.

The fact that he didn't say anything should be sign enough that she was doing it right. Opening the small pot, he took a small bit of jelly and coated himself over the condom, so he would be slick enough that he wouldn't hurt her needlessly. Putting the pot away, he set to working on the other step to make sure this would be as easy on her as possible.

Dipping one hand down between her legs, he slid his fingers along her slit. He teased at her opening with light strokes, then slowly pushed one digit past her entrance, testing the muscles. "Lie back, Mary."

She watched him with interest as he prepped himself and then did as he instructed, moving onto her back. Mary inhaled sharply when she felt his finger at her opening, but he was able to enter her easily. She gave a little moan and spread her legs so that he could push his finger in further. Leaning forward, she kissed him gently, wanting to feel that love and assurance.

He lay on his side at first, elbow propped up on the bed as his finger slowly pushed deeper into her. She felt tight but warm and slick, and she offered little resistance as he started fingering her at a steadier pace. The sight of her naked with her legs spread open for him was nearly enough to drive him mad with impatience, but he bit back the urge to rush things. Steve wanted this to be special for the both of them, and he didn't want to scare or overwhelm her.

He did add a second finger, though, once he felt her loosen up around him. Both digits pushed in as deep as he could manage, parting just slightly as he kept up the same smooth pace, kissing her softly as he stretched her out little by little.

The second finger was more of an adjustment, and there was a small hint of pain before she relaxed around him. It was hard not to be nervous and excited. She was finally going to have sex with a man she felt affection for.

Her hips involuntarily moved against his hand while his fingers slowly pumped in and out. Mary kept kissing him, distracting herself with the taste of his lips.

He nipped softly at her lips, kissing her back slowly and hoping to distract her and help her relax. He didn't find a lot of resistance so far, but he also knew he was considerably larger than just his fingers, so he wanted to stretch her muscles a little more before doing anything else.

Scissoring his fingers gently, he tested and pushed at her limits, opening her a little wider with each deep thrust of his fingers. "Tell me if it hurts, Mary," he murmured, hot and a little breathless against her lips. "I can always stop."

"It does a little," she admitted, "but I don't want you to stop." The pleasure far outweighed the pain. "It feels good, but... what are you doing?"

He had touched her in the bath, but after prepping himself with the condom, she didn't expect that he would put his fingers in her again. It made her long for stimulation against that particular spot that had felt so good. Mary rather shamelessly tried to angle her hips so that it would brush against his hand.

He expected it to be a little uncomfortable, at least at first, but the important thing here was that it felt good enough that it didn't bother her so much. His hand slowed at her question, though, and he lifted his head up a little to look at her, almost as if he was confused that she needed to ask at all.

"I'm preparing you, Mary," he tried not to sound like that was obvious, because it was clear that it wasn't to her. He didn't want her feeling stupid or ignorant, even less so now of all moments. "I'm not... exactly small. And I don't want it to hurt when I'm inside you. I want it to feel good for you, too."

"Oh..." She blushed and did feel a bit ignorant. But then sex wasn't something that was frequently talked about at home, and Pamuk certainly hadn't done this for her. Her eyes moved down to his cock again and she noticed that it did seem a good deal bigger than his fingers. "I think I'm alright now.. if you go slowly."

[ooc: I'm here for the evening now!]

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