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'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."

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"You're sure?" Well, it was more of a rhetorical question, because Steve was a hair away from going crazy, so if she was giving him permission, he was all too glad to take it. Shifting slowly onto his knees, so he didn't have to pull his fingers out of her right away, he moved and kneeled between her legs, then gently pulled his fingers out of her before shifting closer and lying himself partly on top of her.

His erection nestled against her slit, and he couldn't help letting out a choked moan, kissing her lips as his hips rolled so he rubbed himself more presently against her. "Mary, tell me... tell me if it's too much. Alright? If you want me to stop."

She was sure. The anticipation had built to the point of bursting and she was ready to finally have him inside of her.

Mary laid on her back with her knees bent and thighs spread. Steve settled on top of her and she put a hand on his chest. The feeling of his length gently touching her slit made her shiver.

She nodded. "I want you," she said quietly. "Please..."

He tried very hard to cling to his last traces of calm and self-control, though her plea of sorts was incredibly tempting. But he wanted to take his time, at least at first so he wouldn't hurt her, so he took a deep shuddering breath, nodding as his lips brushed over hers.

Reaching down with one hand, he guided his cock so the tip pressed to her opening. She was wet, but still the vaseline helped the process be a lot smoother, even as Steve rolled his hips in near agonizing slowness, until the head had breached her opening and he was inside of her. His free hand fisted the sheets near her head, and he let out a quiet, choked sound, though rather than stopping, he dared to try and push just a little deeper into her.

Mary waited, heart pounding, to feel him pushing into her. He was going incredibly slowly, and while she appreciated that, she also knew that she wouldn't break. She kissed his face.

"Keep going," she said gently, trying to encourage him. It seemed like he was going to lose his mind if he wasn't inside of her, and his self-control was admirable.

Steve was definitely bigger than his fingers and she held her breath for a moment while the head of his cock moved past her opening. Thanks to the lube and his preparation she stretched easily around him. Any pain was very slight, and she overwhelmingly wanted to feel more of him inside of her.

He was surprised to find so little resistance. He figured he'd just made her feel at ease enough that she wasn't so nervous, though, and that he had prepped her well, but whatever the reason, he was just glad that there wasn't a sound or word of complaint coming from her. After a very brief pause as he felt her muscles stretch and adjust around him, he moved again, little by little pushing in deeper until he was buried to the hilt.

This time he didn't stop, though. He felt like he might just burst if he didn't do anything, so he pulled back out just a hint, hips rolling towards her again in a faint thrust, gasping softly as he kissed across her cheek and jaw.

Her grip on his back tightened and her eyes grew wide as she felt all of him slowly filling her. She moaned when he stopped, realizing that he was in as far as he could go. There was a bit of pain as she stretched around him fully, but nothing that was unbearable. It was already much better than her first time - probably because she loved him.

When he moved slightly it made her inhale deeply and then moan out an exhale. "You feel good," she whispered to him. "You're being so gentle." Mary opened her legs a bit more so that he would have more room to thrust inside of her. "I want to watch you in your pleasure."

He moved in slow, shallow thrusts at first, letting her get used to the motions while searching for some relief for himself. It was much more difficult to resist wanting more now, and when she spoke those sweet words and spread her legs wider for him, it was all the assurance he needed to know he could push a little further.

Kissing her on the lips, he buried himself deep again, then moved slowly, folding his legs so his knees sank on the bed. His hands moved to her hips and lifted them up slightly and onto his lap, then one settled on the mattress next to her head for leverage, as he leaned his upper body forward and above hers. Calmly, he pulled out again, a little more than before, before pushing back in, darkened gaze watching her as slowly he started to build a pace.

Mary locked one of her legs around his hip as he quickened his thrusts. Any pain or discomfort was mild, and was more than made up for by the pleasurable feeling of him moving in and out of her. Watching his face as his pleasure grew was delightful.

"Yes..." she cried out, followed by a moan as he sped up. Mary clung to his shoulders and pulled him down for another kiss.

She felt wonderful. Her body welcomed his so easily with each thrust that it took his very breath away, making his skin burn with the intense feeling of pleasure that coursed through him. When she pulled his head down he bent forward easily, canting his head and pressing his parted lips to hers.

His hand brushed up and down her side, curling briefly around her leg as he pulled out farther with every thrust, letting out sounds of pleasure each time he buried in deep again, feeling her tight and warm around him. He whispered her name softly against her lips, breathing in hot little pants as his hips tried to rock just a little harder against her.

It was beautiful to watch him and know that she was bringing him such pleasure. They fit together like they were made for each other, and it made her think of her first experience as nothing but a distant memory which did not count at all.

Mary made little panting moans as he moved inside of her, his pace increasing. She brushed her fingers through his damp hair and kissed over his mouth and jaw. "You make me feel so good, Steve." Her hips started moving up to meet each of his thrusts.

Eyes closed and mouth parted, he only increased the intensity of his thrusts when he could both feel and hear how good she felt, soft sounds spilling past his lips each time their hips met. His hand slid up her torso, roaming the bare skin, cupping her breast and squeezing lightly.

The feeling of her moving to meet him only drove him crazier, and he let out a low moan, burying his face in the curve of her neck for a moment before he was curling his arm around her waist and lifting her weight up, so she was sitting on his lap instead. "Fold your legs."

She wasn't quite sure what he was doing at first, though she followed his instructions. "Oh!" Mary wasn't expecting to be lifted up off of the bed and soon she was sitting in his lap. She gave a gasp as the change of position pushed him even deeper inside of her. Like this, she had to follow her instinct to thrust her hips against his. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders to steady herself.

He closed his eyes slowly, sighing shakily as she sat on his lap and his cock pushed in even deeper into her. His arms both wrapped around her figure, keeping her close and pressed flush against him, tight enough to be considered an embrace before he loosened his grip again. He wanted to feel her move against him.

His hands slid down her back, cupping her backside for a moment, squeezing the flesh. Moving up to settle on her hips instead, he guided her to lift her hips just so, then pulled her back down onto his lap, moaning breathlessly as her tight heat enveloped him again, her body taking him deep. "Mary... move."

Mary put her knees down on the bed so that she could have some leverage and then moved as he requested. She bounced on his lap, taking him in deep with every thrust.

"Oh my God," she moaned. His name fell from her lips as her ecstasy grew. Her fingers tightened in the hair at the nape of his neck.

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