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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 hummed in agreement, teeth dragging gently across the shell of her ear. He was perfectly happy with that, honestly, especially since he already had been inside her not even that long ago. Letting his hand drift lower, he slid his middle finger along her slit, parting her folds so a second finger could start stroking the warm flesh.

At her request, his other hand resumed the touches with added dedication. He caught her nipple with his fingertips, tweaking it and rubbing one of the pads over the hardened tip. "Do you like that?" His voice was soft, but the question rhetorical. It was obvious that she did.

"Yes," she moaned, not being coy about it. Something about the way he played with it seemed to heighten her arousal. She felt his fingers moving across her folds, his fingers always gentle but precise. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, her forehead pressed to his neck. "Please don't stop."

His eyes closed for a moment, and he wetted his lips, lids peeling open again so he could glance down and watch her. His fingers pressed a little harder and picked up pace just slightly, rubbing insistent circles against her clit, while his other hand teased her already hard nipple, playing with it and offering more to the sensations that he could tell were driving her fast towards her peak.

Feeling his hand on both her nipple and her clit was bringing her quickly up towards orgasm. "Steve," she gasped, fingers of one hand tightening on the rim of the tub. Her hips moved shamelessly against his hand until she finally couldn't take it anymore and fell over the edge. Her moans echoed off of the walls of the bathroom as the pleasure surged through her body.

He found the sight incredibly arousing, and he panted heavily as he kept touching her in fast and precise strokes, meeting the speed of her own hips until she finally came. He didn't ease in neither speed nor pressure, fingertips flicking fast across her clit and only slowing down once she came down from her high, the pads of his fingers gliding down her wet slit to tease the still sensitive flesh. "You always look so beautiful like that," he murmured against her ear, lips brushing along the shell.

Mary let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as she came down from her orgasm. Her forehead rested against his chin and she panted softly against his neck. "You always make me feel so good," she said quietly before tilting her head up to kiss him.

Her hand drifted down between her legs to where Steve's cock was. Gripping it gently, she moved her fist up and down over him, thumb caressing the head.

He mewled softly into the kiss as her hand slid down between them, fingers wrapping around his cock. He was already getting hard, and it wouldn't take particularly long for her to make him come again. Letting one hand drop down between them, he ran the fingertips over his balls, then curled his fingers around the base, pumping himself slowly and helping along with her touches as he grew harder against her palm.

Mary watched, fascinated and aroused when he began to touch himself as well. "I had never touched a man before I touched you," she said. She meant intimately, of course. Steve was the first man she had seen up close as well. His cock was actually interesting to her since it was so different from her own anatomy. Her fingers swept down over his and then back up to the crown, massaging him there.

He smiled faintly, tipping his head a little and leaning in to plant a brief peck on her lips. "I love it when you touch me," he said, fingers curling a little tighter, though he kept the pace slow, matching whatever speed she wanted to settle with. They still had a bit of time, and he didn't want to rush things when he didn't have to. "Do you like it? Touching me."

"Yes," she said softly. "I think all of you is beautiful." Every inch of him. Mary had always assumed that she would desire men, but she had never known exactly what it would feel like to be aroused by the body of a man. Just looking at his length made her ache to have him inside of her. One day she just wanted to lay naked with him as the two of them explored every part of each other.

Her fingers tightened around him and she tugged gently at his cock. "I like making you feel good, and... I like how your cock looks and feels." Mary's cheeks flushed, as she wondered if that was taking it a bit too far.

It wasn't taking it too far, not even in the least. Steve was too happy to hear her say it, to know she looked at his naked body and longed and ached for every part of him as he did for each inch of her body whenever she was bare in front of him. He exhaled, the breath coming out with a soft whimper, his fingers tightening and hand moving a little faster, his other hand sliding up her front, brushing across one of her breasts.

"I love the way you touch me, Mary... the way you look at me. You can always touch me whenever and wherever you like."

She leaned forward just a bit so that she could better watch what she was doing. While he gripped himself tightly, she gave him teasing touches on the places she knew were sensitive - the underside and the crown. Her fingers traced down the underside of his length, then back up to the head, her thumb circling it.

"Just looking at you sometimes makes me want you," she said quietly.

The teasing touch of her fingers drew soft gasps from him, his breath trembling with each exhale. He closed his eyes, head tipping back briefly, tongue darting out to wet his parted lips. "God, Mary," he moaned softly, his thumb reaching farther up, urging her to press her own a little tighter to the sensitive head of his cock. A bead of precome spilled from the tip, smudged by the pad of her finger. "I want you always, too. Wish I could have you whenever we feel like it..."

Every sound and movement that he made while he was in pleasure only heightened her arousal for him. Even though she had just come, she could still feel herself getting worked up for him again. Perhaps that was embarrassing. Steve probably wouldn't think so. Mary knew that she would be thinking about him all night though.

She watched the bit of precome slide away into the water. Her fingers became tighter and more insistent, thumb massaging the underside of his cock, directly beneath the head. "I wish I could stay here tonight and spend it in your arms, making love whenever we wanted to."

He certainly didn't think so. He could see her skin flushing more and more as the seconds passed, by now already used to the signs that she was getting aroused, and he found it terribly exciting. He let out a soft groan, hand moving a little faster over his own length, while his other hand dropped lower, resting on her thigh.

"I wish so too. Nothing would make me happier right now," he breathed, leaning in to nip at her lips. "Are you getting aroused? Do you... want me to touch you, too?"

Mary paused her touch at his words, her eyes searching his. "You just made me orgasm," she replied, a bit embarrassed. Of course Steve could tell when she was getting aroused. "Is it alright to- again?" Part of her just wanted to say yes, because her sex was already throbbing for him, but part of her was still hesitant.

"Why not?" he shrugged, his hand slowing down for a moment so he could address her question properly. "I mean, unless... if you're still, uh... sensitive, I don't have to. But if you feel like it, then..."

Trailing off, he glanced towards the door of the bathroom. "I could even go get us a condom, if you'd like to have me inside you again."

"I..." she panted, not sure what she wanted now. "Yes," she said finally, "I do want you inside me again." Mary let go of him and moved to get up out of the tub, turning to help him once she was on her feet. She grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around him, pulling him in for a deep kiss. It was alright then perhaps, to have sex as much as they did. She could feel that she was indeed still a bit sensitive but also desired him incredibly. Touching him and watching him had turned her on so much.

A little dazed, he watched her as she got up and climbed out of the tub, though he didn't complain about the loss of her touch. He knew they'd be getting close again soon enough, and he could be a patient man, at least for a few minutes. Seconds. However long it took them to move to the bedroom.

Once they were out of the tub, he stepped closer and took her mouth in a kiss, humming against her lips as his tongue swiped across hers. He rubbed the towel very quickly across their bodies, then dropped it unceremoniously on the floor, lifting up her weight and urging her to wrap her legs around him, so he could carry her back to bed more easily.

Mary did as he indicated, allowing him to pick her up and bring her to the bed. Once he laid her down, she waited for him to retrieve a condom from the bedside drawer. The packet was quickly ripped open and rolled up his hard cock. As he stood next to the bed, Mary spread her legs wide for him and gripped his hips, pulling him between them. She shivered as his length brushed through her wetness. "I want you so badly," she whimpered.

it was all a little more rushed than he'd like it to be, but right now they were both aroused and they wouldn't have a lot more time before he had to take her back home, so wasting time wasn't an option. With the condom quickly rolled down his length, he leaned in closer as she spread her legs for him, pressing the head of his cock against her clit and rolling his hips slowly, moaning softly as he rubbed himself against her sensitive spot.

"God, Mary," he groaned, leaning forward and letting one hand sink to the mattress next to her. He reached down between them with his other hand, grabbing his own length and guiding it so the tip slid slowly down her slit, pressing against her opening. "You make me so hard... I go crazy with how much I want you."

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She let out a moan when his cock brushed against her clit. Her whole body felt heated and her heart raced as he continued to tease. "Please," she whispered. "Please, I need you." Any embarrassment she might have felt was gone and she was left with only desire. One of her hands moved to the muscles of his abdomen, while the other pressed at his backside, drawing him closer. "Take me."

He couldn't bring himself to keep teasing her, when she begged him for more like that. Licking at his lips, he took a deep, slow breath, then finally moved to push the head of his cock past her opening. A low, long moan left him as he slid smoothly into her, his hand moving from the base of his cock to her backside, curling around her leg from behind, leaving it hoisted up in the air a little.

Mary moaned his name as she felt him push into her. He spread her open even more widely with his hands and it left her breathless as he moved hard inside of her. She angled her hips so that each thrust would brush against her clit, stimulating her even more. Her back arched up off of the bed. "I love you," she gasped. "Don't stop."

He had absolutely no intention of stopping now. She had worked him to full hardness and he knew it wouldn't take very long for him to come. At the shift of her hips, he picked up pace, thrusting a little faster and harder into her, taking full pleasure both from the view of her spread out beneath him, and how invitingly tight she felt around him.

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