Evelyn and I started to make our way down to where guests were mingling around the fire pits for warmth when I sawher. The long, white dress glimmered against the firelight. The faux fur that lined her white gloves was accented with gold thread, which caught the light as she tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear, giving the illusion of a halo above her head.
The neckline of the gown stopped right below her breastbone, and I had to give myself a quick talk to make sure my cock didn’t stand ramrod straight. I was instantly taken back to the closet of the hotel suite—except the white dress she wore that night had barely covered that supple ass.
As if she could sense my presence, Birdie turned her gaze to where I stood at the top of the staircase and gave me a small wave. I responded with a nod and counted to ten, hoping that would help soften the current problem in my pants. Evelyn started down the stairs, and I had no choice but to hold tight to her arm and help her.
Oliver, standing at Birdie’s side, looked up to where she had waved and motioned for us to join them. I took a deep breath and hoped that my black pants would hide any indication of what I was feeling below. I started running through the script I kept from when this happened as a teenager:
Grandpas in Speedos. Political economics. Chili beans. Stoichiometry.
Thankfully, I could feel my cock start to deflate as we approached. Birdie glanced from her conversation with Oliver and locked eyes with me. The pure white wool of her coat brought out the specks of copper and chocolate in her hazel eyes. I couldn’t help but stare into them; they were captivating. My gaze traveled down to her red-painted lips as I remembered what they had felt like against mine.
Birdie dipped into a quick curtsy when she realized whowas at my arm. I wondered if I had the same effect on her as she did on me.
“Your Highness,” she greeted Evelyn as she came up from her curtsy.
“Hello, Bernadette. You look stunning, my dear. Doesn’t she, boys?” Evelyn looked at Oliver and me.
“She does,” Oliver smiled, looking at me.
“Yeah,” was all I could get out. My mouth had gone dry from being near her. I knew I needed to push these thoughts and feelings down.
“Birdie was telling me that she and a couple of the other women met the Golden Gals in town on Saturday,” Oliver said.
“Oh lord, I can only imagine how that went.” Evelyn threw back her head in laughter. “Those ladies have been a menace to the crown for years.”
“Says the woman who used to run around with them before she became queen,” Oliver laughed, rolling his eyes. Evelyn had the biggest smile on her face.
“You did?” Birdie exclaimed.
“Yes. Polly and I have been best friends since we were in nappies.”
“That’s so sweet. It must be nice to have such a long friendship.”
“There were a few years that were rough right after I got engaged to Francis. I felt like their protests, sit-ins, and utter disregard for the crown were personal attacks on me. But after a few years and one big mediation session, things fell back to normal. Or at least, normal for those old bats,” Evelyn said with a wink.
“Oh, I definitely need to hear more about this,” Birdie said, looking between Evelyn and Oliver.
“Where should I start?” Oliver scratched behind his ear. “Well, one of my favorite stories is in the nineties, the Councilhad a few different bills they were contemplating. But one that didn’t get passed would have removed sales tax on feminine products. The Golden Gals were very upset, so they covered themselves in red paint, came to the state building, and marched outside for hours while chanting, ‘Pussy power,’ and wielding signs that read ‘Fight like a girl’ and ‘Grow a pair’ next to a drawing of a uterus. The Council asked them to stop and told them that they would hold a special meeting if they would just go home. The Golden Gals weren’t having it and said they wanted to be a part of the meeting. They ended up getting the bill passed the next day.”
“Well, it’s official. I love them!” Birdie grinned.
“And that’s just one of the many protests they’ve organized over many years,” I added.
“One time they…” Oliver’s voice trailed off as his gaze zeroed in on a beautiful blonde in a forest-green dress. We all looked to Adelaide as she walked up the steps from the garden.
“Hi,” she smiled as she joined our circle, giving Evelyn a curtsy.
“Adelaide, darling, you look magnificent,” Evelyn smiled, grabbing Adelaide’s gloved hands and looking her over.
“Thank you, Your Highness.” Adelaide’s cheeks glowed a faint pink.
“When we were dress shopping, the shop owner said that Adelaide looked like you from the 1959 state dinner in that dress,” Birdie said, smiling proudly at her friend.
“I was just thinking about that exact night.” Evelyn smiled wistfully. “That was a night I will remember for the rest of my life. Francis and I also had to get married because of the marriage decree. And, speaking of the Golden Gals, they were there that night as well.”
“Gram, please don’t tell that story. I don’t need my suitors getting any ideas,” Oliver groaned.
“Well, I must hear it now,” Adelaide said, a sparkle in her eye.
