27. Inconspicuous Hickeys
27
INCONSPICUOUS HICKEYS
MALLORY
Only four kids got hit in the face during volleyball practice today, so that’s definitely an improvement in my eyes.
Today we’re in the sports centre in Westbrook, which is available to the whole community. Normally when we have practice, it’s held in the gym of the high school we’re helping out at. Today we’re supposed to be with Wesbrook East High School, but the seniors needed it for a sports exam, so we had to use the community sports centre instead.
I don’t think it was the change in scenery that made them so… I don’t want to say terrible. But… yeah, they were terrible. Considering all of them were freshmen and had never played before, I call that a win.
“I don’t think it went that bad,” Savannah says, rounding up all the stray balls on the court. Savannah’s my second in command. She’s a music major and has been playing since middle school. She has long blonde hair that is pin straight, up in a messy bun. She has rosy red cheeks and rich hazel eyes. She’s basically the sun personified.
“Neither team scored any points,” Courtney points out. We let the other girls leave early today since the centre is further away than the high school. There’s always at least seven of us running the team.
“But again, only four people got hit so, improvement.” I add, rounding up the last three balls and placing them in the bag Court’s holding. We walk over to the cupboard and place the balls in there, closing it on our way out.
“That one kid with the mullet, what was his name?” Sav asks.
“Rory,”
“Right, him. He has the basis of a really good spike, he just needs more practice.”
“We’ve only been with them for two days. Maybe we can speak to the school, get them to set up more sessions?”
“We can even get more of us to a different school while we work with this bunch if need be.” Court adds.
“That’s a good idea. I think spending more time on them will help.”
“They need it. Most of them looked like they had never seen a fucking ball before.”
Sav giggles. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Make it happen.”
Savannah lifts her shirt off her head immediately when we hit the locker room. I don't stare, and I'm not jealous or anything. I’ve never been a part of the ‘itty bitty titty’ community. But Savannah… I'd be lying if I wasn’t jealous of how perky her breasts are.
“What time is Jer arriving?”
“He should already be here.”
Savannah, like Courtney, has been dating her boyfriend Jeremy since high school. They fell in love their senior year, and he actually transferred schools so they could be here together .
I pull down my shorts and step out of them. “Maybe we need to come up with easier plays so th–”
“Mal! What the fuck is that on your ass?”
My eyes widen as I frantically search for my pants. Today was the wrong day to wear a thong. I can hear Courtney padding closer and closer until – yep, she’s now cupping my ass.
“Court, get off me,” I turn around to push her away, but she just spins me again.
Jesus christ, she has some strength to her.
“Mallory Elizabeth Grace why do you have a hickey on your ass?”
“Or shall we say all over your ass?” Savannah adds, snickering as she dresses.
I stay silent, carefully slipping on my pants, buttoning my jeans when I turn around to find Courtney gaping at me, tapping her foot lightly against the tiles, waiting for my response. She’s going to be waiting for a long time. One: it’s not her business, and two: I don’t see what the big deal is. So Ollie and I fooled around last night, big whoop.
I go to lift my shirt up, stopping mid way.
I have a hickey on my breasts as well .
Courtney notices my hesitation and narrows her eyes. “Why aren’t you lifting up your shirt?”
“Because I don’t want to get told off by the hickey police.”
“You have another hickey? Jesus, are you dating Oliver or dracula?”
I snicker, lifting up my gym shirt to reveal my sports bra. It hides the hickies, but once I change into my bra, they’ll see.
I reach around to unclasp my bra, but get met with Court and Sav’s hard gazes. I’m so glad the other girls left already.
“Am I going to let you see me change?”
“It’s nothing we haven’t seen before,” Sav says, throwing her shirt over her head and padding towards me to stand next to Courtney. “Come on, Mallie, free the girls.”
I roll my eyes and turn around, unclasping my sports bra and quickly throwing on my lace bralette, but – I’m too slow. The girls run around me just as I've thrown it on, but most of the flesh is shown. Ollie left a trail of hickeys surrounding my nipple. Both of them.
Savannah full on giggles as I clasp it on.
“I knew he was hot, but this is next level.” She says as she pads back to her bag, taking out her phone.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Texting my boyfriend. I’m horny just by looking at those marks, Jesus.” The sound of the text sending echoes through the room as I throw my towel at her. Courtney still stands in her spot, narrowing her eyes.
“Oh don’t give me that look Court, Shawn and Ollie share a wall. I know he’s done much worse to you.”
I left Courtney gaping as I grab my duffle and haul my ass out of the locker room before she kills me. Because she definitely could. I emerge from the sports block to see Ollie and Shawn leaning against the wall. They look over when they hear the doors open, and the smile on Ollie’s face when he sees me?
Oh man. Now that, right there, is what I want tattooed onto my brain. A full on, two dimpled, eye creased, sparkling green eyed smile. I break into a run, chucking my duffle to the floor as I leap onto him like a tree frog. He catches me, grabbing the back of my thighs, as I plant my head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his sweet smell.“You waited for me.”
He snorts. “As if I was going to leave without you, Dolcezza mia.”
I lean in, pressing my lips against his. “Well, it’s still appreciated.”
He smiles into my lips. But before we can deepen it, we hear a whistle from behind us. We both break away, turning our heads to see Courtney, Savannah and her boyfriend Jeremy standing there, smiling. Well, Savannah is smiling, like a kid in a candy shop. Courtney is scowling and Jeremy just looks confused.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t count suckula,” Courtney shouts, walking over and placing a lingering kiss on Shawn's frowning lips.
“Count suckula?” Ollie asks, frowning as he moves his head towards them.
I turn Ollie’s head back to me, grappling his neck, kissing him again. “Don’t ask. Trust me, babe.”
“Did she find my hickeys?” He whispers, smiling into my lips.
“She did, so you need to be more careful next time.”
He nips my bottom lip. “Careful? I plan on adding more tonight.”