Over a full minute passes until Tom stands and petulantly says, "Hey, I'm supposed to be the hero here and everyone else gets kissed!"
Somewhat reluctantly his fiancé pulls away from George's embrace and tells him, "You can just wait your turn, Love. I have enough kisses to go around and once we're married, I'll kiss you for the rest of my life, twenty-four hours a day."
It isn't until she stands up and sees the small darkening stain on George's pants leg that she knows she has once more started dripping lubricating fluid.
"Oh No! I'm sorry! I'll clean it up. I'm so sorry!" she apologizes.
"It's all right. These pants are wash and wear and won't wrinkle. Although I may never wash them again." He quips and Virginia hits him in the arm again.
Suddenly embarrassed at his reference to the fact that the moisture is her sexual arousal fluid, she turns and runs to Tom, pressing her face into his shoulder as he hugs and pats her back reassuringly.
"George! Look what you did! Now she's leaking from both ends. You go get us all a drink, before she starts suffering from dehydration." Virginia chimes in.
Even through her shame, a laugh escapes the distraught girl at her friend's joke. And George obligingly rises and goes to the kitchen returning with the second bottle of wine that was in the refrigerator; he also has four glasses and the corkscrew on a large platter.
Setting the platter on the coffee table he picks up the bottle and corkscrew when Alicia asks, "Can I do that? Tom made me do the other bottle and I did everything wrong. I even spilt wine all over the table. But then he told me how to do it and I'd like to try again."
"Sure, if you want to." George says, handing her the bottle and corkscrew.
Once more nervous, she starts to slowly cut the foil with the tip of the corkscrew and inserts the screw into the top of cork. As she struggles with and concentrates on the still unfamiliar instrument, her fiancé sidles over to where Virginia is sitting and whispers into her ear. The buxom redhead nods as Tom moves back to his chair without Alicia noticing the exchange.
Getting the foil loose, Alicia contends with the corkscrew and finally manages to slowly start twisting the handle to insert the curved spiral into the soft stopper; "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not very good at screwing." she tells her attentive audience, bringing chortles from all three.
George reaches out and steadies the bottle as the nervous nude sommelier has to use both hands to depress the levers to force the cork from its receptacle. As she succeeds in popping the cork loose, she hesitates and looks at Tom who gently tells her that the wine is George's and he is the host. Having to step in front of Virginia to serve her boyfriend, she starts to pour and then hesitates. Quickly placing the bottle on the platter, she untwists the cork from the screw and hands it deferentially to George, who sniffs it quickly and leans forward to place it on the platter. A smile of relief shows that she is pleased that she remembered to present the cork first.
Leaning over to pour George's tasting sample, she gracefully presents an enticing view of her dangling breasts to her host and an even more tempting vision of her puffy labia to Tom and Virginia. George picks his glass up, swirls it twice, sniffs and then sips, nodding approval before replacing the glass back on the platter.
A second time Alicia leans to fill the glass full and as she pours, Virginia plunges her middle finger between the moist inviting lips of her vagina, burying it to the last knuckle. "IEEE!" Alicia shrieks and jerks the bottle upward, but amazingly doesn't spill a drop. The poor invaded girl tries to stand upright but stops when Virginia's other long sharp fingernails dig into her defenseless, naked labia with a distinct warning. Sobbing and shaking, the penetrated beauty manages to continue filling George's glass without spilling.
As she tries to stand once more, Tom's voice tells her to finish filling the other glasses. Sobbing profusely, Alicia nods her acquiescence and squeezes the bottle tightly with both hands to steady it before slowly tilting it over a second empty glass. As the wine begins to flow, the finger inside her moves and starts to wiggle with a slow masturbation.
"Oh N-NO!" She cries as she meticulously continues to fill the waiting vessels. By the time she completes filling the fourth glass, Tom and Virginia can see the labia pulsing and contracting around Virginia's drenched fingers and hear her rapid panting of arousal.
Another "N-NO!" escapes her lips as Virginia suddenly withdraws her hand to release a stream of liquid which gushes onto the carpet. Her lover and schoolmate watch in fascination as the dripping, puffy folds of flesh in front of them continue to contract and release as if trying to clutch at the air.
As the constrictions slow and then cease, the frustrated girl sobs, "May I stand up now?"
"Yes dear, you were splendid!" Tom says, "Did you come? You were leaking so badly that we couldn't really tell."
"Oh!" She gasps, reminded that having to reveal her feelings is harder than being forced to endure them, "N-No. I-I almost did, but then it stopped. Th-that was almost worse."
Standing and placing his arm around her shoulder, her lover tells her "Honey, I can't express how proud I am of you! You're more wonderful than I can imagine. And you didn't even spill a drop of wine! You were absolutely perfect! You remembered the foil, the cork, the tasting sip and then to ignore the little distraction."
"Ignore? Little Distraction!" shouts Virginia at him, "My God! She's a virgin! I felt her hymen! And you put her through that and call it a 'little distraction'! Let me shove a cattle prod up you ass and see if you call it a 'little distraction'! Although I have to admit she wasn't completely ignoring it! I thought her pussy lips were going to amputate my finger. But admit it! You're the one who's being sadistic now!" she finishes with a stomp.
Subdued by the redhead's outburst, Tom mumbles, "Maybe you're right! I did exaggerate a little. But Alicia, Darling, you were and are wonderful! I apologize! What can I do to make things up?"
Looking up at him lovingly, the braceleted nude girl states "Make me your slave right now! I do so want to learn what it's like!"
"No, I can't do that. That must wait until after the wedding." Looking down at her nude body, he continues, "But maybe we can do something in the way of a little reward and a quick lesson at the same time. Would that be acceptable instead?"
Disappointed, and not knowing what he has in mind, she obediently agrees, "I guess so."
"Good! Do you think you can assume the standing submissive posture I taught you in the bathroom today?" He asks.
"I'll try." She replies as she raises her arms and clasps her fingers behind her neck once more and spreads her legs apart. Again the opening of her vagina tells her she is still wet and dripping and she blushes a tinge of embarrassment. "I'll never get over being ashamed of myself." She thinks.
Her lover reaches between her parted thighs and starts to stroke the dampening shaved labia, then stops and turns to George, "You're our host and we're only guests. Would you like to do the honors?"
George's deep voice replies, "Thanks, but I think I've probably done enough for tonight. But maybe Virginia would like to help."
As the three of them turn their attention to her, it is the pretty redhead's turn to blush, "I-I don't know! I-I not very good at it, but I'll try."
Alicia trembles as she realizes that whatever her fiancé was planning to do; now her girlfriend is going to do it instead.
Tom steps behind her and gently cups her breasts, steadying her in her spread-eagled stance as Virginia steps toward her. Afraid, humiliated and ashamed, she squeezes her eyes shut and presses back against her fiancé's body, trying to draw courage and comfort from him for whatever is about to happen.