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"Now, if we may be excused", said Mr. Roberts. "I would very much like to show Melissa the view from the balcony."
Melissa's two escorts nodded politely, and the silver-haired man extended a hand for Melissa. She laid her white-glove-clad hand on his arm, and he led her through the crowd. Melissa was giddy with how much of a gentleman Roberts was. And a billionaire! An old-fashioned high-society man! Oh, he was thirty or so years older than Melissa, but she decided she would let herself be flirted with a little, if he was so inclined.
He led her up the stairs, her white princess dress swishing around her. Eugene Rogers, the owner and founder of Swift Trade International, was tall and thin, with an aristocratic nose. He made a bit of polite conversation, asking how she'd liked the ball and complimenting her on her dancing. Melissa answered honestly that she'd had the best night ever, even if she'd been so nervous beforehand.
Melissa was beaming. Her dress was the most beautiful she'd ever owned, a designer piece with a low neckline and understated but still princess-like ruffles spreading out around her. Her two escorts had been great company though she'd known neither of them well, a very young but fun cadet and a smart, tall student from an Ivy League university. She'd danced, dined, and been presented appropriately, and everything had been exhaustingly nice. And the space in the historical hotel was beautiful, the chandeliers glittering and the carpets plush.
And Mr. Roberts was being so nice to her. He gestured at her to climb the last few steps to the inner balcony entrance of the grand hall in before him, and placed a gentle hand on Melissa's lower back when he guided her up. It was maybe a little bit too low, thought Melissa, but Roberts was a respected man and this event was so proper, so choreographed, that she felt nothing weird could really happen here. He walked her over to the railing of the balcony, where they had a view of the entire hall.
The view was breathtaking, it was true. They could see the whole ballroom from up here. Some of the debutantes in their white dresses were sitting at the tables, some were standing around, conversing with other of the attendants. The young women in white were like swans or like angels, and they were surrounded by the all the handsome men in their black dress coats, and the older men women, all done up in their finest. All the decorations shone in the light of the huge chandeliers. It was as if from a fairy tale. It was quieter here than on the floor, the music and chatter dimmed a little bit, and it was as if they were watching a movie of the whole thing. Melissa was grateful of the breather, she had not even realised how intense the din on the floor was.
Roberts's hand had not left her lower back, though. It was vaguely uncomfortable. And it became alarming when the man's hand slid lower down, now clearly cupping her ass. The man was actually groping her! Melissa looked around quickly, to see if anyone noticed. Then she caught herself doing that. Why was she worried about people noticing when she didn't even want this herself?
"Relax, young Melissa", said Mr. Roberts. "No one can see, all the ruffles make sure of it."
"Mister Roberts, I..." Melissa fell silent, not knowing what she even wanted to say.
"Please, Melissa, you can call me Gene." And his hand slid to cup her ass, caressing, teasing.
It did feel good. Melissa was mortified, she had not expected this at all. But she was also a bit tipsy, and the whole ball had been so exciting, and did it really matter if she let a man who was older than her father caress her a little bit before they headed back downstairs? She leaned against the balcony, pretending to admire the vista, but she had stopped seeing anything as Mr. Roberts's – Gene's – hands slid lower on her ass, dangerously between her legs now.
Why was she not stopping him? It did feel good, but this man was so much older, and they were in the debutante ball! But something in the man's casual manner, the way he had not asked but had just laid his hands on Melissa's ass, made her incapable of protesting. Besides, they couldn't stay here for that long, she'd promised to meet her mother and some of the society ladies soon. And it was not like Gene could advance further, clearly visible as they were from everywhere in the hall. She'd just enjoy this a little more...
The man's fingers invaded between her legs now, pressing on her vulva through all the layers of clothing. Melissa took a sharp breath, the touch was unwelcome and surprising and so pleasurable it hit her like an electric shock. He slid his hand back and forth between her legs, over layers of swishing cloth, and Melissa had to concentrate to keep her eyes open.
"Come on now", Gene said in her ear. He grasped her arm and pulled her away from the railing. He was surprisingly strong, and Melissa was in a strange state of compliance. She had already let him touch her in a wholly sexual and inappropriate way, so she felt she could not disobey now.
He pushed her gently into a corner of the balcony, away from the railing. There was no view to the floor of the hall from here. A column in the centre of the balcony also guaranteed that no one ascending the stairs would see them before Gene or Melissa could probably hear that someone was coming. The noise from downstairs had blurred to a distant murmur in Melissa's ears.
Gene had her against the wall, one hand on her shoulder, and he started gathering her voluminous skirts in his other hand. Melissa stared at him, unsure of what was happening. She drew a breath to say something, but he was faster.
"Shh, we don't have a lot of time", he whispered. "I won't hurt you. Did I hurt you when I touched you just now?"
"Um, no, but..."
"Right." Gene had Melissa's skirts pulled up now, revealing her white satin panties. He smiled, a pleased grin that revealed his straight, white teeth. Then, he took his phone from his pocket, pointing a bright light at her panties.
"Don't, um, you shouldn't film..." Melissa tried.
"I'm not filming", he said, though he didn't show Melissa what was on his screen. "It's just the torch, I want to see what I'm doing."
"We should stop..." Melissa said weakly.
"Are you a virgin, Melissa?" Gene said, pointing the light directly in her face. If he wasn't filming, why did he need to shine it at her like that?
"I am", she said. She immediately felt stupid for answering. It wasn't any of his business, was it? But now he knew.
"Like you should be", Gene said. He licked his lips. "But I need to be sure..."
"What?" Melissa raised her voice. He couldn't really be...
"Shh, shh, I just need to check..." Gene was pointing the light at her panties again, and Melissa thought she saw a glimpse of the phone being in camera mode but she couldn't be sure, and anyway that was less important than the fact that he was pulling her panties aside...
She was tense. She didn't know what to say. Was this normal? How had they ended up here?
"Just let me check that you're untouched", Gene murmured. "It's old-fashioned, I know, but it's very important to some of these young men. I can make a few introductions if... Oh, you're all wet, aren't you?"
She was. Him caressing her butt had done it. And the fact that she felt like a princess, and this had been the best night of her life, and Gene had been so chivalrous... It had all served to excite her. And now she was ashamed, and also a little bit titillated, and was this something that people actually did, checking her virginity before she was introduced to young men?
His fingers were between her folds now, and no one had ever touched Melissa there. She'd had a few boyfriends, but she hadn't been ready for sex yet. Maybe she would even save it for marriage. But now...
"Ow!" melissa exclaimed.
There was a finger poking inside there. Was there a barrier there? She didn't know. Gene had put his phone away, and he had one hand on her waist, holding her skirts out of the way, and the other hand's index finger was just inside her.
"Never had anything here?" Gene asked. His voice was thick and low, barely audible over the hum of the party downstairs.
Melissa shook her head.
Gene smiled at her, and it looked like sympathy, or pity, or amusement, or... Melissa felt confused. Was he almost done already?
But his finger kept poking inside her, penetrating her the tiniest bit, and now his thumb was traveling up towards her clit, and oh. Oh. The intrusion had been unwanted but now the touch felt good again, and the fingertip inside her wasn't so bad either. She squirmed, unsure of where to look or where to put her hands, and he rubbed her there, very lightly, teasing her.
His other hand wandered up from her waist, caressing her side, then her chest, and ending up on one of her breasts. This was no longer a virginity check, she knew, if it ever had been. But the caress on her breast was also soft and pleasurable. She should stop this. And she would, very soon. They didn't have a lot of time anyway. He'd probably stop even without her even having to say anything. But not yet, not just yet...
Gene's hand worked between her legs, drawing out involuntary pleasure from her, and his other hand petted one breast then another through her bodice. He didn't try to touch her chest under her clothes, her dress was too complicated to get in and out of for that, but even the touch through the stiff white bodice was perfect.
His hand left her breast now, and when she looked down, he was opening his black dress trousers. Melissa watched in horrified fascination when he took out his member, the first erect penis she had seen in real life. It was big, somehow larger than she'd expected, dark in the dim light, and terrifying.
"I'm not..." she started. "We're not going to..."
"Hush, love", he whispered. "I just want to pleasure myself. I'm pleasuring you, aren't I? it's no different."
She watched as he stroked himself, slowly. And his fingers between Melissa's legs move again, and it wasn't so bad. He was just doing to himself what he was doing to Melissa, like he said.
But then he stopped, withdrawing from between her legs. Melissa made a dissatisfied little moan, then felt mortified at the sound. But Gene let out a soft laugh and pressed closer to her, crowding Melissa to the wall. And then... then there was something larger and warmer between her legs than his fingers.
"Don't", she tried.
"I'm not putting it in", he murmured. And he made slow thrusting motions with his hips, and the thing... the penis between her legs rubbed on her pussy. It was hot and the surface of it was velvety and slippery with her arousal. It felt good. She couldn't deny that it felt very good.
She hadn't planned for it to go this far, and their game felt more scary and less innocent now. But what was the harm in letting him do this for a little while? She wasn't losing her virginity or getting pregnant. She was just letting this man, thirty years her senior, rub his hard cock between her legs. Nothing more than that. She suppressed another moan and shuddered, bucking involuntarily against his hips.
His cock slid back and forth between her pussy lips, and he was aiming it with one hand, pressing it against her folds. It slipped to where her hole was, then continued harmlessly on, then slid back, then caught on her entrance again... But he wouldn't put it in. It was important that she was a virgin. He had said so himself. So she let herself move with his motions. She was getting close to orgasm. She closed her eyes, just enjoying their rocking.
His cock caught on her hole again. And instead of moving on, sliding his cock over her entrance, Gene tilted his hips and pushed. He had a firm hold on Melissa's hip with one hand and he was aiming his rock hard cock with the other, and it slipped forward easily, Melissa's virgin hole admitting just the very tip.
"No!" she whispered, opening her eyes wide. "Not inside!"
He hushed her again. "It's already in", he whispered. "Just the tip, just a tiny little bit. You're still a virgin, Melissa, this isn't sex. Just let me do this."
"No, I... no." Melissa was confused and breathless and trembling, but she was sure that she didn't want this. It was too dangerous. She shifted her hips, trying to dislodge him.
But he moved with her, keeping his grasp of her hips.
"You think you can just turn me on and not let me put even the tip in?" he whispered, sounding much less kind now. "You're a little slut, letting me finger you in the middle of the party, and now you're saying this is too much?"
"I... But I..." Melissa stammered. She had let him grope her and finger her. She had let him take his cock out and rub it against her. Maybe she was a slut. But she hadn't thought he'd do this. Melissa felt suddenly miserable. She'd been stupid and thoughtless.
"Relax now", he said, his voice gentle again. "Just stay there, I'll just do it with the tip. I promise, just the tip. It doesn't count."
Maybe it didn't count. Melissa was so nervous she was trembling now, her arousal fading fast now. She was still slippery with her own wetness, but she was all too conscious of the big glans of his dick poking just inside her.
"Just the tip?" she asked.
"Just the tip, love."
He pulled back a little, so that his member was barely touching her, then pushed forward, letting the first half-inch sink in her. And he... it wasn't fucking, she told herself, but he did something to her in soft little strokes. He pushed very slightly in, then pulled out, tiny half-inch movements between the wet folds of her cunt. How long until he was done? Could she say she wanted to stop? Or was it too late, now that she'd let it go this far? It was probably too late.
He went on like that for a while, and while Melissa's arousal was almost forgotten, replaced by a nervous clench of her stomach, Gene seemed to be on cloud nine. He breathed fast, hugging her close, his hips undulating slowly. But he never pressed any deeper than he'd said, and Melissa thought that she could endure this until he was done.
"You know what, Melissa?" Gene said. He looked deep in her eyes, his piercing blue eyes full of adoration.
"W-what?" she whispered.
"You feel so good", he breathed. "You're such a sweet girl. I can't hold back anymore."
For the briefest instant, she thought that he meant he was going to come. She'd be free of this embarrassing episode and could go back to the party now.
But his grasp of her hips became firmer, as if he thought she'd try to run. And he pushed his hips forward.
Melissa couldn't help the high, pitiful whine that escaped from her throat. He was invading her. It hurt. It hurt. Her whole body tensed up, and she pushed futilely at his hips with her hands, trying to stop his progress. But he was piercing inside her virgin vagina, and it felt like it went on forever, deeper and deeper and deeper, until she could feel his rough pubes against her mons. He was all the way in.
She was no longer a virgin.
Gene let out a long sigh. His eyes were half closed and he was looking somewhere above her, his face showing utter pleasure. She stared at him, not believing he'd done it. He couldn't have just done it... But the stinging pain inside her told her he had, it was all too real.
She couldn't move. She felt frozen in place, so taken by surprise that she couldn't think of anything to do, anything to say. He pulled back slowly, then pushed back in. It hurt, and she felt cramped around him, too tight, too unwilling. She was wet, it was true, but this was bad, it was terrible, and she'd wanted none of this. Had she?
He started to make slow, long pushes inside her. Melissa gasped for breath, feeling like she was drowning, pushed against the wall in a dark corner of the indoor balcony in the debutante ball, her virginity taken by an old man.
Finally, she felt she had enough breath to speak.
"Stop", she whispered. It was a pathetic sound, almost inaudible.
"You're so wet and so tight", Gene panted. "You can't say you didn't want this."
Had she wanted it? She'd wanted something. But this was wrong. Too much, too painful.
"I want to stop..." she tried.
"Can't stop now", he said, his mouth very close to her ear. "It hurts a man to stop halfway, it can be dangerous..."
She didn't know if that was true. But Gene was an experienced and respected man, he would know about these things. Probably she had to just endure this. It ached, though, and she was heartbroken over having lost her virginity like this.
"It hurts", she said.
"It'll get better soon", he whispered.
It didn't. He picked up his pace, and it felt worse, the thrusts inside her foreign and all too rough. She let her eyes wander to the gold finishes in the ceiling, the brass of the balcony railing, the shine of the chandelier. Everything around her was glittering and lovely, the points of light blurring slightly in her watery eyes. She was no longer a virgin. Her first time was a reluctant, fast affair in a semi-public place with a man who could be her father, almost her grandfather. She could never change that. He thrust feverishly inside her, panting and grunting softly.
At some point, she saw a light in the corner of her blurry eyes, and she looked down, and he was pointing his phone at the place where he was rhythmically pushing inside her. He was filming it, Melissa was almost sure of it. It was not just for the light. She considered saying something. But she had already tried to say no, tried to get him to stop, and it had all been for nothing. It was better to just endure it.
He fucked her for a long time, getting rougher as he went, all pretence of caring for her dropped now. He pointed the phone between her legs, then at her chest and then her face, and she had no idea what she looked like right now. Scared, probably. Melissa stood in place, her body locked in position, and let him labour between her legs for as long as he wanted. It stung on every thrust in, but if she breathed just right, she could almost ignore it. Finally, he put the phone away.
"So fucking good", he panted. "Your first time... So tight... Not going to last long now..."
She was startled awake from her haze at that. "You have to pull out!" she whispered. "You're not wearing a condom!"
"Virgins can't get pregnant", he gasped in her ear. "Silly girl..."
Was that true? Melissa wasn't sure. It was like she couldn't think very well. All her thoughts were consumed by the repeated invasion between her legs. The stinging pain, the burning shame, the crushing feeling of having given it up too easily, too soon, to the wrong man. The remnants of her excitement, the slippery heat.
Suddenly, he stilled, all the way inside her channel, and she could feel a warmth spreading inside her. She gasped and it came out almost as a sob. It was over. He was finally done with her.
He held her for a long time, panting, hugging her close. The warmth was spreading inside her, and his cock was still in her, and Melissa wanted it out already. The continued invasion, the wetness, the constant reminder that she'd been breached, it was all too much. His forehead was leaning on her shoulder now, like they were lovers, like this had been a good thing.
Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe she should just have enjoyed it. She'd brought it on herself, hadn't she? Sex felt kind of bad, she decided, but maybe that's how it was.
Eventually, he slipped out of her and pulled her panties back in place. He let her skirts fall down, the soft white ruffles covering her up again. She could feel something leak out of her onto the panties, and she knew she'd have to go to the toilet soon, to clean up before she leaked on the floor. It was kind of disgusting, feeling the stuff come out of her.
Gene reached out to wipe a tear from her cheek. She didn't remember crying. He leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"Come on", he said, only slightly out of breath. "Your mother will be waiting."
Melissa let him lead her down the stairs, into the shine of the chandeliers and the noise of the orchestra and the guests. Not that much time had passed, maybe fifteen minutes or less. But everything had changed.
His sperm was starting to leak down her leg as he led her back to the party.