Rory went to bed early, looking forward to a lazy Saturday. The guys were spending Logan's birthday planted in front of the TV watching college football, drinking beer, and eating barbeque, and she was going to relax and read her new book. She was relieved when she woke up Saturday morning, and didn't have a "please come bail me out" message from Logan.
Rory got herself into her costume Saturday night, but it was no easy feat. The shirt and jacket were tighter than she remembered, and the skirt! She hoped she didn't have to bend over for anything. At least she had stockings for some coverage, and she'd managed to get the garters all hooked right. She got the white shirt buttoned, although she was a little concerned the buttons might pop off. It wasn't long enough to tuck in, barely hitting the top of her skirt, unless she raised her arms, in which case it showed inches of her stomach. She tugged the jacket on, and it too fit like a glove only serving to emphasize she'd outgrow the uniform years ago. She skipped the knee socks and slid into high navy heels. She pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail and put on just a little bit of makeup. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see her navy blue bra through the stretched shirt, which made her look twice as busty as normal. Steph had assured her that added to the look. She didn't know if she could do this and wrapped herself up in her winter jacket to hide it at least for now.
Logan had gone over early to help Steph, and Rory had told him she and Paris would walk over together. Paris, eschewing Halloween, but wanting to go to what should be the party of the weekend, was dressed as a witch. Rory thought Logan would get a kick out of that and could already hear the Finn jokes about her riding his broom.
Logan was talking to Finn, Colin, and their LDB friends Ben and Seth, of the scaffold harness, when he heard Finn mutter, "Holy fuck." Grabbing his beer off the bar, he turned to see what caught Finn's attention. He almost dropped his cup. Rory stood by the door, talking to Steph. Steph had taken her jacket and walked towards Logan with a shit-eating grin on her face. Steph nudged him, "Snap out of it, Huntz. You need to go see her." When he just continued to stare, she nudged him harder. "And, Logan, if you manage to get your shit together and actually talk to your girlfriend tonight, you're in for a surprise later. What's under that get up is my birthday gift to you, and it's spectacular." She kissed his cheek and walked away, with him still mostly oblivious.
Rory waved to him, and he finally started moving towards her. She was poured into her prep school uniform, and no high school girl ever looked as sexy as she did. Her legs were miles long, her stomach was smooth, and her chest was near busting through the seams of that white shirt.
"Hey Ace. Sorry it took me a minute. I don't know what to do here. I feel like I may lose control if I touch you. God, Rory."
"Happy birthday, Logan." She reached up and pulled him down to kiss him, purposely keeping it light. She studied his Maverick uniform, or maybe more Iceman uniform, and loved the aviator glasses on his head, "You look so cute. I never much considered the man in uniform thing, but this really does it for me." She ran her hand up his chest and pulled the zipper down a little. He had his new shirt on under it. She smiled, and reached up to kiss him again. "She really does."
They broke apart when they heard whistles and catcalls. Steph came over to tell them she signed them up for the flip cup tournament and dragged them towards the tables set up in the center of the room. Steph had told her earlier that the guys wanted to do this since it was Logan's birthday. She assumed she wouldn't be playing because she also knew they played for money, she'd never played, and she was generally uncoordinated. Eight teams, $125 a team, $1,000 pot.
"You're with us, Rory," Steph said.
"Um, that's a bad idea. I've never played before. I can watch, and cheer you on. Actually, I kind of have the cheerleader vibe going on right now so that's probably best."
"Nope," Colin said. "We changed the rules for tonight. Five person teams instead of four because we've got you now. Welcome to Team Huntz, since it's his birthday."
Finn piped in, "Dude, she's Team Huntz every day."
"Well, I do have my very own Huntzberger shirt. But, seriously guys. I've never done this. I'll make you lose."
Logan had his arm around her, "Don't worry about it. If we lose, we lose."
Steph turned the music down, stuck a paper to the wall with the brackets, and announced the first round, which was them.
They lined her up last, after Finn. Rory looked around at all the people in the room, most of whom were watching. She bit her lip, nervous. As Colin started, Finn put his arm around her, "See, now Colin likes to drink and flip, drink and flip." They watched him do all four, missing one flip on the first time, but otherwise finishing fast. Right after Colin flipped the last cup, Steph started. Colin came down towards Rory. He asked, "Excited?" "Little nervous," she told him. He stood behind her and made her arms move up and down towards her mouth like a puppet drinking. "Like this. Got it?" She turned and glared at him, "You keep doing that, Colin, and my shirt is gonna bust open. My 20-year old boobs are bigger than my 16-year old boobs were, and these buttons are holding on by a thread." As Steph worked on her last cup, Logan, without looking up, said, "If her shirt busts open, McCrae, I'm going to beat your ass." Colin gave him the finger. Finn, resuming teaching mode, "See, your boy does it different. He drinks all four and then flips all four." Logan rolled through fast. Steph came down to hug her. "Ignore the peanut gallery, they get a little competitive." As Finn went, Logan came towards her. "Glad to see you're still clothed." She rolled her eyes. He asked, "Ready?"
"You're making me nervous."
"Here you go."
She went with Logan's method. She drank, not as fast as him, but got through them. She flipped the first two at the same time, both landed, and did the second two the same way. They went nuts.
They won by two cups. Logan spun her around and kissed her. The rest of them were jumping on each other, and Rory laughed as she was pulled into the mix. Steph's roommate yelled at them, and snapped a picture of the five of them all jumbled up and laughing.
Finn told Logan. "Your girlfriend is a ringer!" When he put his arms around her and squeezed her in a hug, Logan, Colin, and Steph all yelled, "Watch her shirt!"
While the next round went, they asked her about her cup flipping. "You met my mom and saw where I live. Our town has an annual carnival, and there's always a cup flipping contest. My mom and I practiced a lot. She's the real ringer." They all stared at her like she was crazy.
She excused herself to hit the restroom. She stood waiting outside the door, not paying much attention until she realized the two girls in the hall were talking about her. Well really one was talking about her. The other just stood there. "So she fucks Logan and now they all love her? Did you see that in there? Unbelievable. And is she really wearing a Chilton uniform? Did she even go to Chilton?" When the girl stormed off, not noticing Rory five feet away, the other girl turned the corner and saw Rory. "Um, hi. I'm Juliet. Sorry about that. Kelly is drunk. And, well, jealous as hell. Ignore her."
So this was Finn's Juliet, she thought. Interesting. "Hi. I'm Rory. She's jealous that I'm with Logan? She seemed really mad, inordinately so."
"She's jealous of it all. You. Logan. Their group. Like I said, ignore her."
When she got back to them, she tried to shake it off. She must've looked a little upset still, because Logan asked her if she was okay. "Fine. Just ran into one of your adoring fans."
"What? Did someone do something to you?" They all looked at her.
"No. Really. I ran into a girl whose pissed because you all like me, but says you only like me because I'm - quote - fucking Logan, and I probably didn't even go to Chilton," nodding towards her jacket. "It's fine. Just threw me for a minute."
Logan looked pissed, but hugged her to him. He told her, "You know that's not true, right?" She nodded. "You want me to go beat her up?" She laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm good."
Steph wanted to know who it was because she was going to "kick her ass out." Rory told her, but made her promise not to do anything.
They got through the next round, too. Rory's double flip only worked once that time, but she got them both over in time to beat the other team.
While they were waiting on the other bracket to finish for the final round, Logan pulled Rory into Steph's room. He sat her down on Steph's desk and stood between her legs, playing with her pony tail. "I can't believe you wore this."
"You don't turn 21 everyday, Huntzberger. I'm glad you like it. I think you're going to like what's under it more, though. It's Steph-approved. She bought it for you. For your birthday. I think it ups my game considerably. Check this out."
She brought his hands to her legs and moved them up her stockings under her skirt. When he felt the garters and then bare skin, he leaned into her neck and groaned. "Rory, you're my fantasy." He pulled back and kissed her.
She put her hand on his face and smiled at him. "You're mine too. And tonight I want you to show me what it's all about. Please?"
He paused. "Rory. I told you, we go at your pace."
"I know. And I'm ready." She grinned at him, "So, Huntzberger, let's go play flip cup, and get this show on the road." She hopped up. "Oh, I got the birth control shot, but it's not fully effective for another week or so. Hope you've got some condoms." He grinned back at her. "Maybe I do."
They kept their same order since it had worked so far. The other team was mostly LDB'ers so there was a lot of heckling before it started. After a few minutes of good natured insults, Logan called it. "Let's play." Rory snorted, finding it funny that he was suddenly in a hurry. He smiled at her.
Someone yelled "go" and the game started. Colin rolled through even with his opponent, Steph picked up a lead, as did Logan, Finn fumbled slightly, and Rory got her double flip to work. They won by seconds.
Once the excitement died down, Logan and Rory thanked Steph for the party and said goodbye. Steph gave them a knowing look, hugged them, and pushed them out the door.
Laughing, Logan took Rory's hand as they walked across campus towards his place. "So, are you sure about this?"
"Yes, Logan. I'm sure."
"Nervous?"
"Nope."
He looked over at her. "Really? Because I'm kind of nervous."
She snorted. "I'm sure."
"No, really. I'm nervous."
She stared at him, as they walked. "What are you nervous about?"
He thought about it for a second. "This. It's never mattered before. This matters."
She squeezed his hand and let it go, putting her arm through his arm and moving closer to him. "Yeah, it does." They walked in silence for another few minutes.
"Hey Rory." She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. "I love you."
Her heart stopped for a second as she stared at him, and then picked up double time. Her smile bloomed slowly. "Hey Logan." He smiled at her, feeling good about where this was going. "I love you, too."
The simplicity of it evened Logan out. He loved her, she loved him.
He kissed her and, when it became more, he let her go and practically dragged her the last few feet to his dorm. He picked her up in the hallway when she almost stumbled, and she wrapped her legs around him. With one hand on her ass to hold her up, he dug in his pocket for the key, while she unzipped the front of his flight suit and kissed his neck. "God, Rory. We have to get in this door. Now." Finally getting it open, he kicked it closed behind them and headed to his room. She took out her ponytail and shook out her hair, and tore off her jacket. "Ror, let me do it. I want my hands on you."
He stood her up in front of him and unwrapped his present slowly, focusing on each part as he went. He loved the little sounds she made as he worked his way down her body, and he took his time. It wasn't until he stepped back and saw her, eyes slightly dazed, in nothing but a navy blue bra and matching barely-there underwear, garter belt, stockings and heels, that he felt his control slip. Her legs, holy shit her legs. "You are so sexy, Rory." She blushed, and moaned when he ran his hand down her hip toward the garter belt. He knelt and went to work on the shoes and stockings, unhooking them and rolling them down, his mouth following his hands. When she started shaking, he picked her back up and laid her on the bed. This is what he dreamed of. Her hair was spread out over his pillow and she was reaching for him. He leaned in to kiss her. "Logan." She pushed the suit off his shoulders. "Catch up." He stood, and stripped down to his boxers, while she watched leaning back on her elbows. He crawled up, stopping at her hips to pull the garter belt down and over her legs. He really liked her legs, and spent some time working his way back up, at which point he did the same to her underwear.
She closed her eyes and held her breath as he pulled her underwear off. She was surprised when his mouth closed over her, and half screamed and almost arched off the bed, giving him better access. She moaned and writhed until, seconds later, she exploded.
She looked at his grinning face, and melted a little. She pulled him up to her, ran her hands through his hair, and kissed him. Pushing him to flip him over, she straddled him. His hands immediately went for her bra. "Hands down, Huntzberger. My turn." She reached behind and unhooked it, and let it slide down. "Rory."
She scooted down, running her hands over his chest and down over his abs and the really sexy V they made. She put her mouth on that V and licked, liking his moan. Hesitantly, she put her thumbs on the sides of his boxers and tugged down. She bit her lip when she got them all the way down and off. She lightly ran her fingers over him, and he groaned.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she looked at him and touched him. He wanted her to do what she wanted, but he also knew he had to keep himself together enough to finish this. Her first time was important, and he was going to get it right. When she bent over and put her mouth on him, he fisted his hand in the sheet but kept his eyes on her. For all of ten seconds.
He retook control, flipping her back over. "Hey, I liked that," she told him running her hands down his chest.
He laughed, "Yeah, me too. But this time, just this once, I'm taking over here. I need you. I need to be inside you." He hopped up to go in search of a condom. He came back a second later, and she watched him put it on and then reached for him again. A little while later, when he had her hands by her head, wrapped in his, and was moving inside her, they locked eyes and he told her he loved her right before they both lost all coherent thought.
They were tangled up, but neither moved. "I can sort of understand the line thing now. I'd wait in a line for that, too." She laughed when he winced. "You're really good at this." She looked at him closer. "Are you blushing? I think you might be blushing. God, I love you Logan."
He smiled at her, at that. "You feel okay?"
"I feel fantastic," she stretched. "Hmm...maybe a little sore. But overall, I feel fantastic."
"Some body you've got there, Ace."
"You too. I like these," she said, running her hand over his abs.
"You've got this mark, right here," he told her, palming the side of her breast. She looked down.
"Logan! Again? People are going to think I'm being abused!"
He smirked at her, "Well, Rory, you see, I'm hoping I'm the only that's going to be seeing you like this. If someone else gets a look at that, I think we've got a problem."
"You are the only one whose ever seen me like this." She kissed him.
He dragged her into the shower with him. They were in there for a really long time.