But as I glanced around, I saw no wayward eyes, no one seemed to notice what was going on inside of me.
I, on the other hand, was very acutely aware of every little vibration of the egg inside of me. Fire radiated through my body, coursing through me from my most sensitive areas. The vibrations were strong enough that I wanted more, that I needed more, but not so strong that I was going to get that release I wanted, the release that with every passing second I needed.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt Mark’s hand on my back. I jumped at his touch, the sensation of his fingers against me driving me completely wild. Still the egg buzzed inside of me.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked with a sly, knowing smile.
I could only stare at him.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I finally whispered, not trusting my voice to go any louder. “Oh my God!”
Mark’s smile widened.
“I thought I’d make sure you enjoyed yourself.”
Suddenly, the egg stopped. A small, almost involuntary moan escaped my lips as the vibrations suddenly stopped. As much as it was incredibly embarrassing, as much as I couldn’t imagine going on with it, my body wanted more. It wanted to finish the job.
Mark handed me a glass of champagne from a tray being carried around by a waiter and handed it to me, it took all my willpower not to down it all in one go.
“Come on, I want you to meet my sister, she’s the only decent member of this family.”
Mark took my arm and led me over to a tall woman with the same dark complexion as he did, with almond eyes and a beautiful smile. The Selzer family certainly were blessed, genetically.
As soon as she saw Mark, the woman beamed and excused herself from the conversation she was having.
“Marky! How are you?” she asked, coming over and embracing him gently.
“I’m good Sam,” Mark replied, returning her embrace before motioning me over. “I want you to meet my girlfriend, Caroline. Caroline, this is my sister Samantha.”
“Hello, Caroline. Lovely to meet you,” Samantha said. “You can call me Sam, everyone else in the family does. I had no idea my brother even had a girlfriend, he’s been keeping you a secret!”
“I didn’t want to taint her too quickly, I figured if she met everyone right away she’d run off screaming.”
Sam laughed. “Well, I can’t argue with that logic. God knows I lost more than one boyfriend after they met mom.”
After having met Mark and Sam’s mother, I couldn’t tell whether or not Sam was joking. She took me by the arm.
“Please, Caroline, come and have a drink with me while Mark goes and does the rounds.”
I dutifully followed her, flashing Mark a smile as we headed towards the bar. I could practically feel his eyes on my ass as I moved away, and for a brief moment I wondered if I was going to feel the vibrations from the egg still inside of me. When there was no movement, no buzzing, I couldn’t tell if I was relieved or disappointed. To tell the truth, it was probably a little bit of both.
Sam handed me a glass of champagne and held hers up in a toast.
“To love, I’m so glad to see my little brother happy,” she said, and we both sipped, the bubbles fizzing as they hit my tongue, but doing nothing to satiate the butterflies in my stomach. Even though Mark had told me Sam was the nicest person in his family, I was still nervous. I didn’t want to make a complete mess of things. After all, I knew I didn’t fit in here. I might have a nice dress, but I knew that didn’t matter. These people came from money. They lived and breathed this environment. To me, it was so foreign. I didn’t know what to do, how to act. I felt like a fraud, like the instant I did something wrong, made a mistake, slipped up somehow everyone would stare at me and laugh at the poor person who thinks she’s one of them.
“Relax, Caroline,” Sam told me. “You’re doing fine.”
I tried to give her a small smile.
“Is it that obvious I feel out of place?”
“No, I’m just really good at reading people. See that guy over there?” She pointed out a man in his forties with a woman who had to be half his age hanging off his arm. I nodded.
“He grew up in Washington Heights. His father was never around and his mother died of a drug addiction when he was ten. He ended up somehow getting out and going to college, made a fortune designing apps for major companies. He’s only had money for about two years.”
“Really? I never would have guessed.”
“That’s because it’s all about how you act. If you act confident, act like you belong here, you belong here. I’m sure that even though he’s got all this money, he’s feeling exactly like you are. He’s not like Mark and I, who grew up in this kind of crowd. But he hides it. Shoulders back, chin up, smile like you’re the most beautiful woman in this room and you’ll fit in perfectly.”
I did as Sam suggested, and funnily enough, I even felt more confident as I was doing it.