"There is nothing else Georgina just you and me, fuck everything else."
She kissed him and decided to enjoy him for a long as she could before she had to wreck it by confessing her infertility.
"Thank you," she whispered, then fell asleep she was emotionally drained.
He woke to a clink, he turned to see Reggie quietly putting a jar of Vaseline on the bedside table. In was clear what the girls thought he should do.
He put his finger to his lips and was able to disengage his limbs without waking Georgina. He beckoned Reggie and repeated his signal to be quiet. Georgina groaned and searched for his warmth.
To Reggie's surprise he he unbuttoned her blouse and corset. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples were not very prominent but were rock hard just from being stripped of a bit of clothing. The tension in her nipples puckered the skin on her areola. He sighed but ignored her inviting breasts. Instead he unbuttoned her dress and pulled down her knickers. She was moist already.
He pulled her to him and whispered, "Keep her warm and loved. I have to organize something, I won't be too long."
He stood and watched as Reggie filled his position. He quickly dressed and was soon on the street. He had an urgent issue to discus with his brother.
He came back smiling, his mission had been very successful. He crept back into the bedroom his mouth dropped. There were three naked females in the bed cuddling Georgina who was blissfully unaware of their presence. However, he felt she could feel the love, he did.
Reggie was sitting in the bed, Georgina lay on her back between her legs. Reggie was caressing Georgina's hair while her head lay on Reggie's stomach. Lola and Brielle looked like a pigeon pair, one on each side. Their legs draped Georgina's thigh and met between between her legs. Each girl was grasping a breast on the opposite side, their arms crossed over Georgina's chest. He wondered how they had managed to work out the logistics there was little of Georgina that was not in contact with another girl.
With every eye except Georgina's on him he picked up the counterpane and draped it over the girls, their focus had been Georgina all the girls had goosebumps. Then he picked up a throw from the chair and laid it over Reggie's shoulders. He sat in the chair and watched.
He pondered the events of the day, after his special birthday it very nearly all came undone. It wasn't fixed yet but it soon would be.
Georgina was the strength of the group she organized everyone with quiet efficiency, she led from behind. Not in a cowardly officer sort of way who hid behind his men as they advanced from the trenches but in an uniquely Georgina way. She led so that the person felt empowered, her machinations in the background did nothing to rob her friend of the feeling of self achievement. Then he realized she didn't lead at all, everyone willingly followed her, even Crash, and it only took him a few bruises.
He chuckled he was totally in charge of himself too, as long as Georgina approved. Yet the empathy she showed was reflected, he looked at the bed. Even with all that love she felt unworthy of him. Of him, it was the other way around, she was a goddess and him an unworthy supplicant.
She was damaged by what she had done. Octavian had told him but he was too dumb to read between the lines. Was he the immature adolescent his brother alluded to. So wrapped up in his own needs that he failed to see Georgina's?
He sighed, he rather thought he was but it was time he grew up. Georgina needed a man, and a man who through empathy could let her see who she really was because her opinion of herself was wrong.
There was a stirring in the bed.
"Where's Roger?"
"Here," he stayed in the chair, the girls needed to share their love with her.
Georgina kissed the closest appendage of each girl.
"This is a lovely surprise, thank you... you too Roger."
Georgina's words started a wonderful piece of choreography. Brielle left her side and slipped between her legs. Lola slipped up the bed and kissed her. Reggie stayed where she was and fondled her breasts. Georgina moaned, like Roger last night, she was overcome by the concentrated pleasure. The girls worked slowly, they were driven solely by Georgina's unstated desires. He watched them pleasuring her and wondered how they communicated without words.
The tempo increased and Brielle's hand unerringly found Lola's minge, her fingers were skilled Lola was thrusting against them already. Pleasuring Georgina must be a turn on for them all, he suspected that Reggie had already come too.
Brielle's arse was in the air, she was the only one who was not being pleasured. Roger rose and tentatively goosed her. He heard a slurp that sounded like yes please.
He dropped to his knees and licked along her slit. Brielle seemed to want control, so he held his tongue still. She maneuvered so that his tongue slid from her cunt to her clit. Having been shown what she wanted, he took over. Her moan was all the approval he needed. He could see Brielle eating a moist pussy, someone was yelping he suspected it was Georgina, so he reached through Brielle's legs and caressed Georgina's upper thighs, she parted them more.
He defied the odds, he was a man but he was doing two things at the same time very competently, still pleasuring two females was dream work.
Seeing his hands, Brielle lifted so he could run his fingers down Georgina's valley. Brielle had added to Georgina's moisture it was dripping off her. Roger moved his hands to give Brielle full access again while he worked hard on her Brielle's snatch, she was thrusting against him, the tempo of the groans around the bed indicated that maybe all the girls were close.
Roger ran his finger down below Brielle's mouth and found Georgina's puckered ring, he wiped the copious amounts of lubrication around it. He gently tried to insert his finger, he got the tip in before it was repelled by her muscles, which clenched against the strange protrusion.
He could hear everything around him, Reggie was screaming, Lola moaning, Brielle thrusting and he felt Georgina's muscles beginning to spasm, so he thrust his lubricated finger firmly up her arse.
Georgina screamed in pleasure, that was the lead domino. Brielle came she almost suffocated him with her demand for greater contact. He could feel Brielle's hand working feverishly. He replaced his mouth with two fingers which slipped into Brielle smoothly before they were crushed with her contractions. He looked up Brielle had one finger inside Lola, one outside and with a pincer grip was driving Lola over the edge. He had no idea how Reggie was being titillated but she had been screaming for a long while.
Then as if an order was issued they all collapsed into an orgasmic heap.
Roger was surprised when he was pushed and maneuvered to Georgina's side replacing Brielle, being little she lay on top of Georgina who kissed Roger.
"Was that your finger?"
He kissed her back.
Dinner was a lazy affair, languid, with much touching, cuddling and kissing. Even Crash and Ashley were not excluded but they were pleased everyone was dressed it could have easily turned into another orgy.
"Reggie, find some glasses I have something special."
Roger reached to the back of a deep cupboard, his hand triumphantly returned with a bottle of aged port. Reggie took it and sloshed it into the glasses like a poorly drawn pint.
She looked at him defiantly, "None spilled!"
He kissed her on the forehead.
"Before I offer a toast, can I crave your indulgence."
He knelt in front of Georgina, took her hand and kissed it.
"Georgina, beacon of love, will you marry me?"
She flew into his arms and bowled him over, he rolled onto his back with her lips fastened to his. After her tongue had done some magic she pulled him up and said, "Tomorrow, next week, whenever you want."
She then pulled him into her seat and sat on his lap. She licked his ear and whispered, "Can we try the finger again tonight?"
Roger was bowled over by her reaction figuratively as well as physically, he looked a little bemused.
"Forgotten your toast?" Reggie asked, putting his glass into his hand.
"To Georgina, our glue, our kingpin, our mentor and soon to be my wife."
Merrily repeated, "To Georgina, our glue, our kingpin, our mentor..." the toast dissolved into giggles when they got the pronoun muddled up with the wife bit.
"I have booked a table at the Dorchester to celebrate our engagement tomorrow night. Your attendance is mandatory.
