Only as Rosey and Jen start making out.

Jen worried that James might not fall for their drunken shenanigans. But to prove that they were really interested in something frisky, she had a plan.

Rosey attempted a few more times to get James in the mood, then pouted rather pathetically. Jen cried out, "Aw, Rosey c'mere."

She embraced her friend and kissed her cheek. "If James won't return your kisses, then I will.

"Aw, Jen." Rosey replied.

Rosey was really getting into her drunk repertoire now, and must have had some college experiences to draw on. She fell from Jen's arms to the floor, and Jen toppled next to her. Nearly on top of her. Rosey grasped at Jen's chest, finding a firm hand hold on her left tit.

The women broke down in a fit of giggles.

James and Mark shrugged at each other and helped the girls to their feet. Rosey and Jen wouldn't let go of each other, so the four of them stood with their arms around each other. Rosey took the opportunity to lean into Jen and sneak a peck at Mark.

Jen giggled and wrapped an arm around Rosey to pull her close. James, also pulled forward by this, was now where she could reach his ass. She rubbed it gently and suddenly James realized what was happening.

It dawned on him as if he was the only one at the opera who hadn't spoke Italian but had someone translate for him at dinner afterwards.

Mark started laughing now, and the women giggled their way out from under their men and headed to the bedroom.

"Aren't you coming with?" Jen called over her shoulder.

"Be right there!" James shouted back. He wanted to make sure that Mark could agree to a couple of ground rules.