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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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.

He kissed her again first, his finger slowly prodding and sliding in and out of her. When she shifted her legs and opened them wider he pulled away, licking at his own parted lips as he watched her touch herself in rushed but precise strokes.

"You're so beautiful, Mary," he breathed quietly, gaze warm with love and eagerness both. A second finger joined his first, sliding into her in quick strokes that matched the pace of her own fingers.

Her moan was louder at the addition of the second finger. "Steve.." She couldn't see how he was looking at her because she was concentrating on the pleasure, bringing herself closer and closer to her peak. "Close," she gasped, her jaw slightly open. Their hands working in tandem was one of the most incredible things she had ever felt. Mary could feel herself dangling on the precipice.

His other hand rested on her cheek, fingers smoothing down her jaw and settling on the curve of her neck. He picked up pace slightly as she got closer to her peak, feeling her own hand move faster too, with each thrust pushing in as deep as he could manage without being too rough or risking hurting her.

He wanted to kiss her badly, but at the same time he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He wanted to see her face as she came, the expression of pure bliss and ecstasy that would take over her features, so he stayed still instead, taking in every sound she made, every shift of her body, completely mesmerized.

After another few seconds, her face changed as the orgasm hit her. She leaned her head back and let out a sweet moan of pleasure. The orgasm was stronger than she expected it to be, perhaps because she was more turned on by what they were doing than she would care to admit. Her muscles squeezed his fingers and she kept pace on her clit until she could feel herself starting to come down. Mary's head fell back to the pillow as she panted lightly.

Steve's gaze was fixed on her face all the while, etching her expression onto his memory, his cheeks warming and his heart beating faster as she moaned loudly, her muscles clenching tight around him. He kept sliding his fingers in and out of her until she relaxed again, then he slowed his motions to a halt, gently letting his fingers pull out of her, running up to her clit for one last teasing touch before pulling away.

Covered in her slick juices, he lifted his hand up to taste them, closing his eyes and humming as he licked off most of the mess. Then he leaned in closer, finally capturing her mouth in a kiss.

Mary watched him licking his fingers and leaned forward to kiss them. She then kissed his mouth, lingering for a long moment while she tasted his lips.

When she pulled back and met his eyes, Mary blushed furiously and hid her face in Steve's neck. "I-I can't believe I did that in front of you."

Steve couldn't help letting out a soft laugh at her reaction, though the sound was warm and sweet rather than mocking.

"I can," he murmured, kissing her temple and cheek as he slid his hand down her side. "And it was incredibly arousing. If I hadn't just come, I'd be hard right now."

She chanced to look up at him, her eyes wide. "So... it's alright? You don't think I'm..." Mary swallowed and her voice grew softer, "a whore?"

She'd been battling herself with that for a while. While she hadn't liked anything she had done with Pamuk, she found herself craving more and more sexual activity with Steve. She even touched herself on a few nights when she couldn't have him. It made her wonder if something was wrong with her, if it meant that she was a whore. Were women supposed to enjoy sex as much as she did?

"What?" Steve's tone was incredulous, eyebrows raising high on his forehead. It was among the most preposterous things she'd ever asked him, and he found himself almost offended as if someone else had called Mary that, and it had not Mary herself using that word. "Are you serious, Mary? No. No, I... Why would I ever think that?"

Mary looked up at him with big, shining eyes. His tone had made her panic for a moment, until she realized that he wasn't upset at her.

"B-Because women aren't supposed to like sex very much, but I love it with you. I can't get enough of you. I.. don't know if something is wrong with me."

The pleasure and close intimacy of the act made her crave it again and again with him.

"Oh my God, Mary," he breathed out in a near groan, letting his head rest on her shoulder. He caught her hand and held it up to his chest, cupping her face so she'd look at him.

"That's ridiculous. That's just crap people say, it's not true. There's nothing wrong with you. I enjoy sex with you, I love it whenever we are together. I die to feel you every night we spend apart. And I hope that's the same with you, otherwise... well, otherwise I'm doing something terribly wrong."

It was one of the stupidest beliefs out there, honestly. How could anyone enjoy having sex with someone if they didn't enjoy it, too? He genuinely could not wrap his head around the notion that there were men who actually believed women shouldn't enjoy sex, or take any pleasure whatsoever from it.

Mary nodded just a little, glad to hear what he was saying, even though a few tears involuntarily slipped down her cheeks. "I'm sorry if I've frustrated you. Nobody.. has ever told me what you told me. What I did in front of you though... it's so intimate. I'm not quite sure why I did it, but I'm glad it aroused you."

She took his hand and laced their fingers together before she spoke again, realizing something finally. "We can explore pleasure together and it doesn't matter what is proper when we're together like this. It only matters what we think."

"It's alright," he shook his head, kissing her lips and cheek. It was only a product of her upbringing, he couldn't and wouldn't fault her for believing it. "You don't frustrate me. It's alright, Mary, and you can always ask me whatever you want. And I'd expect you did it because it felt good."

She needed no other reason, after all. He laced his fingers through hers, smiling as he leaned in and kissed her knuckles. "That's right. That's the only thing that matters."

"I love you," she whispered, kissing his lips again. "I love having sex with you and the pleasure you've made me feel. You're going to be my husband, and we're allowed to be as intimate as we want. It's for us and no one else."

Mary felt so comfortable to express herself with him. She gingerly took the hand of his that had been inside her and began to lick at his fingers with her tongue, tasting the remnants of her juices. There was something incredibly erotic about that.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that," he smiled, brushing his nose against hers. He felt like kissing her all over, until he covered every inch of her. "I can't wait until we're married. I'll make you so happy, Mary."

He breathed softly as she licked at his fingers, and he leaned in to mouth along her jaw, lips trailing down to her neck as he kissed and nipped gently at the skin.

"I know you will, both in and out of the bedroom," she replied. "You've already showed me so many things that I didn't know could be pleasurable, and I want you to keep showing me more."

Mary wanted to learn what both of them liked, wanted to give him as much pleasure as she received. She trusted Steve to help her feel good and not do anything that might hurt or embarrass her. As she cuddled in closer to him, her hands drifted down his back, brushing over his rear. She took one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked on it like she had his cock.

Steve sighed softly as she drew his finger into her mouth, sucking lightly at her neck. His back arched and he shifted closer to her, feeling his skin itch and grow warmer at the wandering touch, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His thumb brushed across the corner of her lips as she sucked on his index.

Her fingers danced up over his hipbone. Steve's body was very taut and sinewy. He had slim hips but more of a built chest. All in all, Mary found him perfect, and she knew that her desire for him showed clearly in her eyes.

Mary sucked out his finger and grasped his hand with hers. "Make love to me?"

He leaned in as she pulled his finger from her mouth, capturing her lips in a slow, warm kiss. His hand settled on her arm, trailing down her spine and resting at the small of her back as he pulled her closer to him.

"Anything you want," he breathed, even if in this particular case he wanted it just as badly. Kissing her lips and then her shoulder, he moved away from her so he could reach for the drawer of his nightstand.

That kiss was perfect and warm, just what she needed to help light a fire of arousal inside her. While he retrieved the condom, Mary's hands moved down his abdomen and gently gripped his cock. That was another part of him that she found beautiful. It was so much bigger than an average male and it sometimes surprised Mary that she could fit it all inside of her.

Her fist lowered slowly on his cock, trying to get him aroused enough to put the condom on and take her.

His motions slowed down for a moment when she started stroking him, though after a moment and a couple deep breaths, he resumed his movements, digging into that drawer and pulling out a condom and some lubricant. He shifted closer again so he was lying down on his side, facing her, and he opened the bottle to get a bit of lubricant on his length while she kept stroking him. It wouldn't take much longer for her to get him hard again, as it was only his body that needed to catch up to his arousal at this point, and he'd had enough time to recover at this point.

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