thequitecontrary | The Party

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The Party

When Mary, her grandmother, and her uncle were invited to a party hosted by one of 5th Avenue's elite, she knew that she didn't want to bring anyone other than Steve as her guest. Truthfully, she didn't need a guest at all, and if her grandmother had any say, Mary would go alone and talk to the many wealthy single men that would be at this party. Martha had just about accepted that Steve would be a mainstay in their lives now, as it was obvious that Mary was in love with him. Her expressed opinion of Steve was that she liked him, though he was entirely unsuitable for someone of Mary's social stature and wealth. However, she also knew about love, and forbidding Mary to see him would do the exact opposite of what she intended. So, Mary was allowed to bring him.

Steve cleaned up very nicely, which came as no surprise to Mary when he showed up at the house before going over to the party. They alighted from the car and followed Martha and Harold into a huge mansion. Most of the party was taking place in the vast ballroom, where they was enough room for dancing, drinks and conversation.

Mary walked with her hand on Steve's arm, though she didn't stay attached to him for the entire night. When he went off to get them some drinks, she was approached by another man who seemed determined to make conversation with her, and Mary was at least polite about it, chatting with him while she waited for Steve to return.

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She allowed him to guide her hands over his length. Her touch was gentle and exploratory. Mary closed a fist around him and slid her hand slowly up and down. She focused her fingers on the places where Steve had guided her. One finger of her other hand teased the slit at the head before tracing down the vein.

"Is that how you like to be touched?" she asked curiously. A woman seemed to have one specific place, while a man had so much more. Maybe there were certain parts of it that felt better than others when caressed.

"Yes," he breathed softly, licking at his lips as he closed his eyes. Her touch was gentle but she learned quickly, touching his more sensitive spots, and he felt pleasure wash over his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"With your mouth— It feels good on those spots too," he murmured, a hint shy but working through it somewhat easily. "I'll like any way your lips touch me, Mary. The only thing you really need to be careful about is your teeth. Not very..." he shivers, letting out a gasp as she strokes over a sensitive spot near the crown. "Pleasant, being bitten. Down there."

"I wouldn't do that," she replied, imagining that was indeed unpleasant. Mary caressed him for a little while longer, until his cock stood straight up. Then she continued to hold him steady in a loose fist, but leaned down and placed her lips on the head of his cock, sucking it gently into her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the slit and then around the head.

"I know you wouldn't." Not intentionally in any case. He just didn't want Mary to get nervous and rush into anything. They had plenty of time and she could take as much time as she wanted to explore and set up whatever pace she was comfortable with. Which was why he didn't urge her to keep going, but he also didn't stop her when she leaned down, taking the head of his cock between her lips. He let out a soft, bitten back moan when she sucked around it, breathing her name like a plea when her tongue slid across the sensitive tip, his fingers sliding and curling loosely in her hair.

Hearing him say her name like that sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through her body. She opened her mouth wider so that she could take him in even more deeply. Mary planned on going slowly in order to determine what he liked best.

It was an odd sensation, having him in her mouth, though she didn't find it unpleasant. Mary took him in another inch or so, as far as she dared, then slowly sucked him out, her lips tight around him.

Watching her as well as feeling her lips on him was nearly enough to drive him mad. One hand settled on the bed, fisting the sheets tightly, while the other cupped the side and back of her head, careful not to tug or force her to move, but simply resting there, fingertips stroking softly along her scalp.

When she hollowed her cheeks around him as she pulled back, a spark of pleasure shot up his spine, making his vision blur and his head spin. He let out a loud, shivered moan, head falling back against the headboard, closing his eyes and giving himself a moment to gather himself— although he was only likelier to fall apart even more, with the way she was going. "God, Mary..."

At first she was a little startled by his reaction, actually wondering for a moment if she had somehow hurt him. She quickly realized that his words and actions were the result of intense pleasure. Steve seemed to like it when she sucked him out slowly like that, so she did it again, taking him in and then drawing him out. Mary sucked for a little longer on the head of his cock before releasing him.

"Is that good?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes," Steve answered a little too abruptly, voice loud and breathless. He panted softly as she pulled from him, eager to feel her mouth on him again, but the thought of rushing her didn't so much as cross his mind. She could take her time, and he could be patient. Well, for a little longer anyway.

His hand moved from her hair, fingers curling so his knuckles brushed down the side of her face. She was always beautiful, but Steve had to admit, there was something particularly enticing in the way she looked right now, eager and aroused and not at all ashamed. "That's wonderful, Mary. Please... keep going."

Mary's cheeks were flushed and her hair fell in tendrils around her face. Steve looked more aroused than she had ever seen him before, and that in turn fueled her arousal.

She leaned down again and kissed the head of his cock. Her tongue traced down the vein on the underside before coming back up and taking him into her mouth again. This time she pushed a bit deeper before sucking him out again, her mouth still tight around his length. Now feeling more comfortable, Mary quickened her pace of moving him in and out.

God, he wanted to kiss her so badly right then. Just pull her up and crush their mouths together, taste himself on her lips. But he held off on that as she lowered again, licking along his hard length, deciding to wait until she was done with him.

Granted, at this point it likely wouldn't take much. She was careful and not overly experienced but he wasn't too difficult to please, and the mere sight of her as she wrapped her lips around him and started bobbing her head up and down was enough to make his very breath burn his lungs. He moaned lowly, fingers lightly fisting her hair again, knees shifting wider apart as he licked at his own lips, watching her suck him tightly, cheeks hollowing out around him.

When Mary sucked him out, his cock was hard and aching. She could tell just by looking at it. She kissed the head gently, then turned her gaze up to him.

"Do you want me to... finish you with my mouth?"

She would, if he did. The only thing was that she didn't quite know what to about the fact that he would release inside of her mouth. Was that ok, and what should she do with it? What would it taste like? The idea didn't completely disgust her, but she was still a bit unsure. Mary didn't want Steve to be repulsed by her.

Steve felt like he was about to vibrate out of his own skin as it was, so when she asked her question, he answered promptly and without thought.

"God yes, I do," he breathed out, his mind clearing a hint, just enough for him to try to calm himself. He glanced down at her, licking his own lips as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Only... if you want to. It's fine if you don't. We can just do something else, you know I don't mind."

He was just happy he got to be with her. She didn't need to push herself into doing something she didn't like or want to just to try and please him or keep him around. He wouldn't leave, no matter what she chose to do or not do.

It was obvious that he did, even if he was a gentleman about it. Mary appreciated that, but she wanted to experience this fully and see what it was like. She lowered her mouth over him again, taking him in as deeply as she dared before pulling back out. Mary kept her pace steady as she worked to bring him over the edge. All the while, she waited for his release, not wanting to be startled by it.

It didn't take much effort from her to pull him over the edge, and when she lowered herself again to resume her pace, Steve knew it would be a matter of seconds, a minute at best. He settled a hand on her shoulder while the other fisted the sheets tightly, and as her cheeks hollowed around his cock particularly tightly, he choked on a louder moan carrying her name. His body tensed and his hips shifted on the bed, though not rising off of it even as he spilled a first shot of his release into her mouth, followed quickly by softer, slower spurts. Steve was too far gone to think or worry she might choke, but at least he didn't push forward, and she had all the room she'd need if she wanted to pull away.

Mary could feel him tense right before he came, and that was enough warning for her. As he spilled into her mouth, he pushed forward a bit more than she expected, and she had to compensate by drawing back just a little. She had to admit though, being able to watch Steve's face while he came was incredibly arousing.

When it seemed like he was done, Mary slowly sucked him out, though she kept her mouth closed. Her fingers went to her lips and she looked up at him, trying to determine what she ought to do. He tasted salty, though there seemed to be an underlying sweetness to it as well. It was perhaps not as bad as she thought it might be.

He was still panting for breath as she drew away, his head resting back on the headboard and his eyes still closed. His hand dropped from her shoulder and slid down her arm, and finally he forced his eyes open so he could look at her.

"You can... swallow it, if you want," he offered tentatively. His hands slid down her sides, smoothing across her warm skin. "It won't do you any harm. But there's always the bathroom, if you'd rather..." he trailed off, gesturing vaguely with a hand. "You know."

Mary considered for another moment, then swallowed what was in her mouth. She reached over for her gin in order to help wash it down. Yes, she had certainly expected worse.

After placing the glass back on the night stand, Mary shifted so that she was lying next to Steve, cuddled up in his embrace. She gave him a tentative kiss, wondering if he'd want to kiss her after she'd just done that, then smiled at him.

"Did I do well?" she asked, kind of knowing the answer before he even said it. Mary hadn't ever seen him come that hard.

Steve waited quietly, a little breathless yet pleasantly surprised when she swallowed his fluids. Once she washed them down with a sip from her gin, he pulled her close, shifting on the bed so they were lying next to each other. He tipped his head and leaned in, kissing her deeply without hesitation or restraint.

"You did... spectacularly," he murmured, smiling against her lips. "You make me feel so good, Mary... I want to make you feel good, too."

She leaned into the kiss, opening her mouth slightly. She was glad that he didn't find it disgusting.

"I loved watching you," she admitted. "Seeing you like that... it made me so aroused, Steve." Mary could feel that she was dripping wet for him. One of her stockinged legs slid over his, opening herself even though her undergarments still remained on.

Far from finding it disgusting, Steve actually loved finding his taste on her lips. He hummed against the kiss, licking at her lips even as she broke the contact.

One hand slid farther down her side, rounding her thigh and dipping between her legs. She was spread open for him, which made it all the easier for him to slip his fingers underneath the fabric of her underwear, pads rubbing in soft, testing strokes along her wet flesh. "I love how you feel," he murmured. He wished he could be inside her, but right now that wasn't an option. She'd have to content with his touch alone.

She moaned softly when he started to touch her, stilling his hand only so she could slide her underwear down her legs and onto the floor. Mary returned to her previous position, taking his hand and replacing it where it was. Her own hand lingered there too, stroking over his fingers before lightly touching her folds.

Her cheeks turned red and she bit her lip, pulling her hand back. She hadn't quite realized what she was doing.

He pulled briefly from her so she could take her underwear off, his hand eagerly following her lead as she guided it back between her legs. Seeing her touch herself was something new and unexpected, though, and he sucked in a breath, feeling his skin heat.

"No— wait," he grabbed her hand before it got too far, tugging it lower again. His pupils were blown wide, gaze dark as it flickered down her body, then back up to her face. "Keep going. Touch yourself."

She was still embarrassed, even though Steve was encouraging. He looked so turned on, and her own arousal was running high, that any sort of propriety wasn't on her mind at the moment. Her hand went back down where he guided it, gently exploring her wet folds.

Her fingers slid back up to her clit as she began to circle it with slow strokes. It had been a while since she had done this, but it wasn't something one usually forgot how to do.

He leaned in as her hand moved back down between them, kissing and licking lightly at her lips as his fingers brushed along her wet folds. She was warm at his fingertips, and as he touched her he could feel her own fingers gliding across the skin, massaging that sensitive spot insistently, something that only aroused him further. Gently he pushed one digit into her, starting to finger her at a slow and shallow pace.

Mary moaned softly when she felt Steve's finger slide into her. She opened her thighs a bit more, allowing him to push in further and giving him a better view of what she was doing.

Being with him made her feel perfectly comfortable and her fingers flicked faster over herself. Her eyes closed as she started to work herself up.

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