Faking it

[intriguess]

To all outward appearances, she was a fine young woman. She had an interesting, but relatively normal family. Other than being unmarried at 30, most would have thought she was happy. She enjoyed her work as a consultant, and it paid for her small neatly kept home.

Maryanne however did feel the lack of physical intimacy, she tried many things which only increased her frustration. She finally opted for faking it, which worked for a little while, but she quickly realized how it couldn't cover that she was commitment phobic, slow to trust, and emotionally distant.

She was relieved when relationships ended, that was until she met Kurt. They had worked together on several things and she considered him a friend. The problem was that she was having fantasies about him, both when asleep and awake.

Last night had been the worst/best depending on how she thought about it. She'd almost had an orgasm, something else she faked. Sadly masterbation had never gotten her off, only made her extremely frustrated by just winding her up.

She got ready for the party, her hand trembled as she adjusted the copper bra strap. She'd bought it on a lark, and felt predatory wearing it with the matching lace panties. She slowly dabbed perfume on, before slipping on a black tank top, and golden pants. She pulled on a gold and black snakeskin patterned jacket, pulled her dark hair up on top of her head.

Maryanne took the time to put on shimmery cranberry lipgloss, before grabbing her wallet and keys and heading out. As she drove to the party she was nervous, could she flirt with him? Would she? Would he respond? Would she be able to fake it with him if she needed to?

 

[fukensploogin]

Kurt had worked with Maryanne on a few projects, and she had always been very professional and focused. He had been much impressed with her creative solutions to some of the problems they encountered; she was quite skilled at thinking outside the box, and for that reason he had been trying to line up more work with her for the future.

Her long dark hair, alluring blue eyes, and wonderful hourglass figure did not figure into his desire to work with her.

Only his desire to fuck her. Not that he ever would; unless they were married, that had the potential to ruin all the good business they had built up. That didn't keep him from thinking about her, though... unbidden thoughts of her often popped into his head at his horniest moments, taking over his fantasy and bringing him to an intense climax.

He was wearing a sharp brown suit to the party; his yellow tie already a little loose as he enjoyed the drive through the hills in his beamer. He had a thing for tight curves, so he took the long way to the party, up over the hill instead of the freeway tunnel through it.

He finally arrived, tossed his keys to the valet and went to the front door. The butler let him in and he greeted his business associates and co-workers with his hearty charismatic grin, his twinkling green eyes, his firm handshake.

In the middle of conversation, his eyes fell upon the brunette across the way. He'd know those curves anywhere, and when she turned and their eyes locked, his suspicion was confirmed: Maryanne.

 

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Maryanne

It was one of those posh affairs, she normally wouldn't attend, but it was good for making business connections. As a private consultant she had the joy of picking her own projects, and having time off whenever she wanted. Though of late she hadn't bothered with time off, the work had kind of taken over her life. She supposed part of it was Kurt, damn he had a fine ass, she mused as she spotted him across the way. She bit her lower lip in order to stop the thought from going X- rated. Considering the risk of flirting was a far cry from full on seduction. She twirled a strand of hair and felt flushed as she pulled her eyes away and greeted one of the many people she gotten to know in the last few months.

The crowd made it somewhat easier to focus her thoughts on the present, she shivered suddenly and when she turned her head, there he was.

 

[fukensploogin]

Kurt's eyes kept going back to her. He stood so he could see her over the shoulder of the associate he was speaking with. He excused himself and made his way to the bar. He acquired a couple glasses full of wine, and made his way towards Maryanne, coming up behind her.

He felt a short breeze come through a tall window, blow through the room. He was close enough to her to see the goosebumps rise across her shoulders.

Kurt was holding a glass of wine for her. "I'm happy to see you here, Maryanne," he said. "Shiraz?" he asked, holding up crystal wineglass for her, the deep burgundy wine swirling just a bit.

 

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These parties tended to be unnaturally warm, so she'd taken her jacket off. She wasn't the type to wear a dress and luckily the proffessional environment made it easier to wear slacks. She could almost pick out the wives by how they were dressed, some were happy, and some were well drinking. She wasn't aware that she wasn't breathing, until she took a deep breath.

"Shiraz," she smiled, "How thoughtful. I haven't had time to fetch myself a drink yet." Her hand connected with his as she took the glass, and she could feel every inch of her skin, exposed and not. It was going to be a long party if his physical prescense was going to affect her like this. She took a small drink, it was quite good, just the right temperature, a bit stronger than something she'd normally drink. Then again she was lucky to have a natural resistance to alcohol, the joy of having alcoholics in the family she knew.

She glanced around him, wondering if he had brought a date, but not having the courge to ask.

 

[fukensploogin]

He leaned over towards her, clinked his glass against hers with a resounding, satisfying ping, and took a drink from his wine.

"Mmm. You know, these parties are really only good for the wine," he said. He took another sip. "Yeah. But only because these rich bastards are trying to impress each other."

He was trying desperately to block out the thoughts stirring deep in the back of his mind; the touch of her finger, just that little bit, had been electric. He couldn't deny that he wanted her, bad.

"This is the one part of the job I don't like: all the schmoozing and boozing. It's like they never stopped partying after they left college, just now they have money to make it extra fancy. Know what I mean?"

 

[intriguess]

"The lack of depth does provide for a certain ease of predicatability. They know what they want, they just don't know what they need." She smiled speaking softly as she uttered the words. It was amazing how immature most of them were, or perhaps hedonistic, they had never really worked for what they had. She doubted anyone of them had ever volunteered their time for anything serious, just trivial fancy fundraisers.

"I would not have hung around with this kind of group during college."

 

[fukensploogin]

"Me neither," he said, looking around the room, looking into his wine, anything to keep from looking at her and wanting her more than he already did.

All the chattering was blurred in the noise around him. He hated these things. Everyone trying to seem richer than everyone else. Why was he here again? He wasn't rich. But he helped them with their millions... He took another sip of his wine. He followed it with another before he looked at Maryanne again. God she was stunning.

"So what do you suppose is the soonest one can make their escape without seeming rude?" he asked her.

 

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MaryAnne

"Usually when someone throws up, or starts singing." She managed to say it with a straight face, her saphire eyes gleaming, her fingers placing a stray mahogany brown strand back behind her ear. Showing off a beautiful earring, as she smiled and nodded at various work acquaintances.

"You know, when the life of the party becomes the death of the party."