41. The King and Queen Of Covington
OLIVER/MALLORY
OLIVER
“Can you just come out already!”
I’m standing in my bedroom, adjusting my gold neck tie in the mirror. Mallory’s birthday is in two days, which is also the start of the winter break, so we decided to have the party now before everyone goes home. The theme is ‘couples in media’ — popular couples from tv shows, films, books, songs, even poems – anything to do with the cultural arts counts. Mallory’s favorite Taylor Swift song is Love Story , so we’ve gone as the main couple from that, I think they’re a prince and a princess? I’m really not sure what they are, but it requires me to wear a gold neck tie thingy, a crown, and a very flowy white shirt. That last one was compulsory – no idea why.
“You’re gonna laugh at me,” she whines from the other side of the bathroom door.
“Mallie,” I laugh. “This is your birthday party, I'm not going to laugh at you. Tonight you’ll be treated like a queen, and nobody dares laugh at the queen. Now come on, you've been in there for hours, please come out and let me see you.”
“Fine, but I mean it Ollie, no laughing.”
“Cross my heart.” The door slowly opens, and my jaw fucking drops. Out walks Mallory in the most beautiful dress I've ever seen. You know, besides the dress she wore to Frankie and Tilly’s wedding. This has to be one of my top three favorite dresses I've ever seen her wear. Not my number one favorite though – that spot is reserved for her wedding dress.
Mallory’s wearing a, let me see if I get this right: ‘A Victorian style regal ball gown’ – I think that’s what Courtney told me anyway. It’s a giant puffy tulle dress with a shimmery gold netting layer, with glitter stars and hearts all over it. Her sleeves cut off at the elbow, and bits of gold tulle hang down her forearm. Her neckline hangs low, exposing her tits, which I’m very happy about by the way, and her hair is pinned up in this curly swirly hairdo.
Oh, and she’s covered in glitter. I mean it. It’s everywhere, her face, neck, collarbone. She looks fucking amazing, and yet, here she stands, shuffling on the spot, fiddling with her sleeves.
“D–d–d–does it look bad? Oh, It looks bad doesn’t it?” She asks, but I just stand here, drooling like a fucking idiot, letting her waffle on because I have no words. “I have another as a backup if this one is–”
“NO!” I shout. “ Do not take it off. Mallie,” I slowly walk to her, looking her up and down, taking her in. “You look gorgeous. So beautiful, I – I’m in awe.”
“The outfit is not complete yet,” she walks over to her bag and pulls out a crown and a tiara. “One for me, one for you.”
Smiling, I take the tiara from her hand and place it within the curls on her head. I move some stray bits out the way, letting them fall down the side of her cheeks. She raises the crown and I lower my head, letting her place it where she wants, fixing some loose curls around it. “Now you’re perfect, your majesty.” She does a little curtsy to me, and it’s the cutest fucking thing ever. “You look handsome too, if I haven’t said it yet.” She walks closer to me, snaking her arms around my neck. “So handsome,” she gently kisses me on the lips. I place my hands on her waist and bring her closer to me – if that was even possible. The kiss starts to deepen, her hands running through the back of my hair. “When will people start arriving?” She whispers in between pants.
“We’ve got a few minutes,” I say, leaning down to kiss the sweet spot under her ear.
“It will take a few minutes just to take this dress off, ” she laughs, moaning slightly in my ear. I move us back until Mallie bumps into the edge of my bed. I push her down onto it so she’s sitting on its edge.
“Who said anything about taking it off?” I kneel down before her, hiking up all the skirts she has, until I see the bare skin of her upper thigh. I move my head down, kissing her skin, making my way further up until I reach the outline of her panties. I kiss the skin around it, biting and sucking, not caring if I leave a mark – I'm the only one who’s going to see it anyway. I move her panties to the side and dart my tongue out for a teasing lick, causing her head to fall back. I lick again, moving my tongue all around her folds, until I reach her clit, then I really go to town. I focus on the spot that makes her hips move forward, then I slide my finger inside her, slowly pumping it in and out.
“Mal. Cap. Everyone’s here, so get your asses down here.” Shawn yells through the door .
“We’re coming,” I shout back, quickening my pace. “Just waiting for one more person to come,” I whisper.
“Oh, you jackass,” she moans, covering her mouth with her hand when her moans get louder. I pick up the pace, licking her clit in circles while I push my finger in and out of her. She reaches out in front of her, grabbing and tugging my hair. My crown falls to the floor as I remove my finger to hold her waist. “Ollie! Ollie, I’m – I’m coming.” she says, over and over again.
I love it when she screams my name. She lets out one more loud moan, before sighing, leaning her head back against the bed. I keep licking, feeling her pussy pulse around my mouth.
“Wow,” she says, panting heavily. I lift my head up from between her legs, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“I told you I was going to treat you like a queen.” I grab her hand and pull her up. She picks up my crown and places it back on my head.
“And tonight, I'll treat you like a king.” She says, planting a quick kiss on my lips.“Unless you need some... royal treatment now?” She darts her eyes down to my pants, focusing on my very hard dick, which is bulging so much it looks like it’s going to pop out of my dress pants any minute.
“I don’t think we have time–”
“We always have time for this.” She says, getting down on her knees. She unbuckles my belt, and my dress pants fall to the floor, exposing my very hard dick. I wanted to wear boxers, but she said it wasn’t ‘historically accurate’, which I find funny considering she’s wearing fucking lace panties. Not that I’m complaining. I fucking love those panties.
She looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and licks my throbbing dick from base to tip, before covering it with her mouth. As soon as she starts to suck, I know I'm not going to last very long. She starts with the tip, then takes more of me, pumping the base with her hand. And she just looks up at me the whole fucking time.
I really love my girlfriend – have I ever said that? I don’t think I say it enough.
As we exit my bedroom, we hear everyone shuffling downstairs, and when Sean announces us like this is a fucking castle or something, Mallie’s cheeks start to turn my favourite shade of pink. I take a step forward, straightening my back, and offer her my arm.
“Are you ready for the best birthday party ever, my queen?” She smiles at me, in the smile that's, you guessed it, mine and only mine.
“Always. But for the record, this would’ve been the best birthday anyway, with or without the party.”
“Oh yeah?” She puts her palm to my cheek and kisses me on the lips.
“Yeah.”
I am so in love with her.
MALLORY
“Happy Birthday, Mallory!”
Everyone shouts as we finally make our way downstairs – twenty minutes after Shawn came to get us, but still.
“Well you two sure took your fucking sweet time,” Shawn says, embracing me in a giant bear hug. Courtney immediately hugs me after, and whispers in my ear that I have ‘sex hair’, which is impossible because we didn’t even have sex.
“Fine, then you have blowjob hair.” She winks at me, walking back to Shawn, snaking her arm around his waist. Now that I’m properly looking at them, I’m wondering what the fuck they’re dressed as. They’re standing directing in front of us wearing what looks like my old uniform from Winchester Prep. She’s wearing a white button up shirt with a navy–blue cardigan, a purple and white pleated mini skirt, with white sheer knee socks rolled up to her thighs, and a pair of black Mary Jane heels. Her hair is half up and slicked back, tied with a white ribbon. Shawn is wearing a white shirt with a purple blazer and a pleated tie that matches Courtney’s skirt. The collar of his white shirt is covered in lipstick kisses.
“Why are you two dressed like you’re in a bad porno?” Oliver asks. I suck my lips in, trying really, really hard not to laugh.
“We’re Wren and Crew,” Courtney says, causing Shawn to just shrug. The poor thing has no idea what she’s talking about – maybe it’s for the best. “ A Million Kisses In Your Lifetime , hello.” she says, dragging out the ‘o’.
“That’s the book you chose, really?” I say.
She just smiles, and shrugs.“The ending is cute. What about you, Tommy?” she asks.
Tommy comes to us, standing next to Shawn wearing an orange long sleeve shirt with a yellow shirt over it, with green cargo shorts. His strawberry blonde hair is gelled up, looking like the bristles from a toothbrush.
“I’m Johnny,” he says, casually sipping his beer. We all collectively stare at him like we're supposed to understand that. “From Hotel Transylvania? My date Francesca is wearing a black wig with a very tight black dress… nothing, really? Not even you, Queen M.E.G?”
“Sorry, Tommy, no idea.”
“Uncultured swines.” He says, storming off. I really don’t understand his costume choice, and Ollie doesn't either – is it supposed to reference something? Before he walks away, he spins round, resting his finger on his chin. “Queen M.E.G, can a lowly peasant ask you a question?”
I smile. “You may.”
“That mark on your butt, is it a birthmark? Or like a skin patch or what?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Ollie,” I say with a bit more force than necessary. “I thought you said you spoke to him?”
Ollie pins Tommy with a murderous glare. “I did.”
“Walk away, dude.” Shawn says, and lucky for him, this time he does.
We’re all still racking our brains as to what Tommy’s costume is when I spot Abi walking through the door... several hours late, and she’s with... our florist? She runs up to me and throws herself into my arms, resting her head on my neck. “Sorry I'm late, sorry sorry sorry, I love you, happy birthday!” She says over and over again, causing me to laugh. She kisses me on my cheek and walks back to…Blaine? I want to say? Who is gripping the strap of a gift bag like he’s afraid he’ll die if he lets go of it. Abi is short with long blonde hair, and Blaine is tall and muscled with fluffy brown hair, so naturally, they’re Rapunzel and Eugene. She’s wearing a light purple dress and he’s wearing a white shirt with a blue waistcoat. They do actually look cute together — the more I stare at them, the more I see it. But I can't get over why he’s here, and the fact they know each other. I didn’t know they hung out.
Blaine’s family owns a floral shop in town called ‘ Persephone’s bouquet’ . I’ve been ordering from them for years. Even after a new one called ‘ Blooming Buds ’ opened up, I still stick with them. Their floral arrangements are to die for, and his parents are so funny. Blaine works there too. Actually, I think he just graduated from Covington a few years ago.
Abi works at the bookshop next door, but I didn’t know she became friends with him.
“It’s Blaine, right?” I ask, “What uh, I didn't know you two...”
“We’re not,” they both reply at the same time in the same flat tone.
“Is uh, Marcus here yet?” Abi says, casually looking around the room.
Marcus?
“Uh, not sure. Don’t think so.” I reply.
Abi doesn’t say anything else, but I narrow my eyes at her, which is my way of saying tell me everything later.
I’m so glad Ollie convinced me to still have this party because, and no I’m not drunk, but because I’m having so much fun. Everyone actually read the dress code announcement and came in a costume and everything. And Ollie was right, not one person has laughed at me for wearing a gigantic ball gown. In fact, some people keep saying I look gorgeous, which to tell you the truth, goes completely over my head if it comes from anyone other than Ollie.
Speaking of Ollie, he’s currently sucking on my neck right now. When we came downstairs, we promised we would actually mingle and talk to my friends. And we did, for like fifteen minutes.
Now, I'm pressed up against the back wall, with Ollie flushed against my chest, sucking and kissing the skin along my neck. Normally I would never question this, because neck kissing is my turn–on. But also, neck kissing is my turn – on.
We’re at a party, for me, and all I want to do right now is go upstairs and rip that shirt right off him. There’s a reason I made him wear it.
“Your thoughts are very loud,” he whispers in between kisses. “And fyi, I agree.”
“Oh yeah, what am I thinking?” I smooth my hands along his back, working my way up.
“That we should go upstairs, so I can rip this dress off you”– kiss –“layer” – bite – “by”– Suck –“layer.”
“Gross, I heard that.”
We both lift our heads up to find Marcus, Damon and some other football people standing in the hallway.
“Marcus! Thank you for putting some effort in and not just re–using a costume from last year’s halloween – oh wait,” I scowl at him. Marcus is wearing the costume from sophomore halloween. The one where he was Nathan from ‘ The Cheat Sheet ’.
At least Damon put some effort in. He and his girlfriend are dressed as Jake and Anna from ‘ Freaky Friday ’. Damon straightened his hair so it’s longer, and paired a black leather jacket with some jeans. His girlfriend Maddie has blonde and red streaks in her black hair; and is wearing a red distressed crop top with some low rise jeans. “Damon and Maddie, you two look amazing!”
“So do you, your Majesty, or should I say Majesties .” The three of them collectively place one hand behind their back and bow to us. It’s so amazing, I feel like I'm in a period drama or something.
“Is Clem here?”
“She should be here later.” Damon replies.
“Hey Marcus uh, Abi was looking for you. ”
Marcus stills. “She was?”
“Yeah, she’s here somewhere with–”
I didn’t even finish my sentence before Marcus storms off.
Well that was weird.
“Are you having fun?” Ollie asks. “What are you thinking?”
“I think I just... love you,” I say, so casually, like I say it all the time – which I do. “And I'm happy and smiley all the time. I find myself smiling because you exist.” I take off my heels and climb into his lap, raking my hands through his hair. “Thank you for making this the best birthday ever.”
“I plan on making you happy, Mallory, for the rest of our lives.” I lean in, wrapping myself in his familiar citrus cologne. But before our lips could touch, that’s when we heard it.
We whip our heads in the direction of the front door.
Tommy just broke Cory’s nose.