It was a good job Roger had eaten well at the Dorchester, the dinner he had come to expect in the evening, was nowhere to be found.
"No dinner," he asked, "have you all been lazing around?"
Four fierce glares told him that he should have been more circumspect. Always quick to adjust, Roger smiled and said.
"What would you like me to make for you lovely ladies?"
Roger looked hard at them for the first time, they did seem lazy, no relaxed. The camaraderie which had been growing was now so thick it almost excluded him.
Before he could ponder possible causes Georgina said, "Roger would you take me out for dinner. The British cafe is fine."
Roger was puzzled Georgina had adamantly refused to eat at the Community Feeding Center last time she was asked. He looked for animosity in the group towards Georgina which would explain her need to escape but he found none, only smiles and nods. Then Reggie kissed Georgina and smiled a secret smile. Roger found this only passing strange the two girls had a firm bond, but then Lola and Brielle came and offered support in the form of hugs.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
"Dinner!" Georgina said firmly, there was no denying that command. Roger disappeared and after a long while returned with her coat.
"Come on then, light of my life, lets feed your desires," he said as he held the coat for her.
The girls tried hard not to laugh, Roger ignored their sniggering and smirking.
After their sapphic bonding the girls had freely discussed Georgina's involvement should there be a next time. They all felt that Georgina had been excluded, even Reggie who had cuddled her through the sexiest encounter she had ever seen in her life, even sharing her orgasm with her friend.
Georgina somehow related orgasm to virginity. She was concerned that the taking of her flower would be besmirched if all her feelings were not new. Her friends fought so valiantly against that view that Georgina had promised too discuss it with Roger. Lola had even given her some coaching.
"Come on Georgie, stop sniggering. I've booked Octavian's alcove at the Dorchester."
The October air was bracing, he tucked Georgina's hand under his arm and strode towards Mayfair.
"Roger?"
"Yes, Georgie?" he lifted her hand from his arm and kissed her fingers before putting it back.
"Everyone who I love calls me Georgina."
Roger pondered, it could be true.
"What about Grierly?"
"He may refer to me as Georgie but he calls me Girl."
"Octavian calls you Georgie, what does that mean?"
"I just like your brother, if I hadn't been a commoner I may have been tempted, but Presumptive heirs are definitely on my radar."
"Like me," he said.
"I like you, Roger."
"I hope you are understating your feelings?"
Before Georgina could respond Roger saw and hailed a cab.
Wicklow was at the door to welcome them, "Your Lordship, madam," he said and led them to the alcove.
"Why are we dining, Georgina?"
Georgina looked flustered, she blushed and avoided his eye. He grabbed her hand and held it firmly until she looked at him.
"Sweet thing, feel safe in my love, you can do nothing to undo it."
Roger felt flustered too. He had not kept his feelings secret but it was the first time he had used the word LOVE. The word didn't escape Georgina. She was very perceptive she caught the flair of doubt that briefly lit his face.
"Are you sure?"
"No, I wasn't but now I feel relieved that I've told you."
He leaned over the table and kissed her, not a peck, but hot, moist and passionate. When they managed to pull their lips apart, Roger said, "Georgina, I love you."
Georgina said, "I've waited over ten years to hear you say those words. That's how long I have been infatuated with you. In the light of my love I realize how petty those feeling were. I love you too, Roger."
They kissed again, loosing time until Wicklow coughed, "Food, Your Lordship, Madam?"
They ordered.
"Can you send the sommelier over please Wicklow, we need some champaign."
Wicklow was well acquainted with Earl of Alveston's taste in champaign but he had obviously changed his taste in women. She looked every inch his equal, he wondered how that would work out.
Georgina's and Roger's deep fascination with each other's eyes was broken by a pop of a cork.
"Your wine, Your Lordship, Madam."
The sommelier pored with panache. Back to earth, they sipped their champaign, the ephemeral mood has dissipated like smoke.
Georgina, ever practical, said, "What does this mean Roger?"
He looked puzzled. She leaned in her lips touching his ear.
"Does that mean we can fuck?"
"You've been spending too much time around those harlots," Roger said with a smile which robbed the comment of offense.
"I beg your pardon, Your Lordship. Will your Lordship be claiming conjugal rights immediately?" Georgina said.
Her sarcasm knocked him for six, conjugal rights related only to wives. His face gave him away again.
"Oh, so you only want to fuck me not marry me?"
He detected a serious ebb under the banter.
"Fuck Georgina, you are like the tide totally unstoppable. Slow down, sip your wine."
She did but her gaze was a little corrosive a little less adoring.
"OK, Georgina. I said, I love you just a few moments ago and only then did I realize that it was right. It is obvious that if I love you, which I do, I will marry you. NO... I will not be taking your virginity before that night."
"OK, Roger we'll come back here but I can't ignore that segue. Reggie wanted to know what sex with a woman was like, so our womanly afternoon quickly descended into an orgy..."
She held up her hand to stay the interruption, looking over the bridge of her nose she nodded. The meaning was clear, be still until I say. He was still.
"I wanted to go but they insisted I stay, we are sisters. Watching the girls pleasing each other made me very squirmy and moist."
He laughed, talking about it made him squirmy and moist too. She continued when his grin disappeared.
"After I witnessed six orgasms the girls insisted that I join them. I really wanted to but I said NO."
He reached for her hand, her color had risen, though Roger suspected it was not embarrassment but passion.
"Roger, I am happy to play your virginity game, I quite like it. Will you be robbed of anything if I have already orgasmed or must I come for the first time when you de-flower me?"
Roger knew he had done the right thing to declare his love, without doing so he would have been unable to enjoy the gift of Georgina without shame. He kissed her deeply oblivious to the other diners. Georgina eventually pushed him away.
