The Virgin Elizabeth or Lizzie as her friends called her, was perfect. She was 5'5", 118 lbs, blue eyes, firm round boobs, a curvaceous sweet ass, with her flowing blond hair to complete her femininity attracted males to her like a magnet.
But Lizzie didn't possess equal confidence that matched her looks, she seamed to be frequently searching for male attention to verify her desirability. She needed a boyfriend and always was looking for the perfect one.
The problem was that Lizzie didn't put out, she couldn't being a devout Catholic. Her gorgeous sexuality and flowing personality easily got the blood flowing in any male she dated. A simple kiss wood harden the intentions of any healthy male but somehow Lizzie avoided spreading opening her legs to serve the breeding desires of any of her boyfriends. Lizzie was simply a good Catholic who believed in following the vows of her religion.
That meant two things were ingrained in her beliefs; holding her virginity until marriage and birth control was out of the question.
Sure she wasn't perfect. Lizzie came very close a few times to spreading her legs when combining too much booze on a date, but she always seamed to find a way to hold off and defeat the many "Leg Opening" tactics. More than once dates had reached her panties and were able to trace the folds of her cunt, but they never found the key to the door and her purity remained intact.
Lizzie had entered her first year of University as a nineteen year old rooming with a friend from high-school Tracy. Tracy was different from Lizzie in both looks and lifestyle. Tracy was a brunette, 5'1" 108lbs, small boobs with a tight little ass.
She had been sexually active since losing her virginity on the back seat of a Chevy while in high-school. Since that date she had never been able to say no easily. Even in high school Tracy earned a reputation of being a "sure thing" on a date. If Tracy said yes to a date, he had a great chance in getting lucky if he didn't do something stupid to kill the mood. Simply, Tracy very much enjoyed the sensations of being a woman on her back.
After the third week of classes Sigma Sigma was holding a huge Friday Night party at their fraternity and Tracy had been invited by Steve a friend in one of her classes. Not wanting to go alone Tracy asked Lizzie to join her. It took a lot of effort, but in the end Lizzie decided she could go too. She just couldn't let her
room-mate down.
Tracy was invited for two very good reasons. First, given that Tracy's reputation as a slut was well known by the frat brothers, one would most likely get lucky with her. Secondly, it was as widely known that Lizzie was the strange opposite sexually to Tracy. The boys wanted Lizzie to come hoping that someone could open her legs. In fact, there was a complete Virgin Leg Opener plan in place for girls just like Lizzie if the stars and booze aligned correctly.
Never aware of why they were invited the girls got dressed in the normal college party attire. Lizzie wore her school tee-shirt, short ruffle miniskirt, and flat shoes over her matching cute pink polka dot Bra and Panty set. Tracy was well prepared wearing her shortest miniskirt and went braless under her tight tee shirt.
The girls walked the long two mile on campus trek gossiping about anything that came to mind. Finally they reached the front entrance to the Frat house. In front was a large golden lion statue. Lizzie giggled to Tracy as they passed the lion knowing the on campus rumor.
It was said that the lion was painted the color of the most recent virgin's panties who had been deflowered in the frat house. Lizzie laughed to Tracy "What type of girl wears gold panties, I mean, well maybe a guys boxers. But I can't remember ever seeing gold panties at any shop or even at Victoria's Secret. I don't believe the rumor, its crap!" she said.
Both girls giggled, as they were welcomed through the front door of the frat. Immediately they were both passed a plastic cups filled with what looked like cool aid. The girls took a sip, looked at each other shrugged whatever it was, it wasn't cool aid but it tasted good with a slight bit of alcohol.
Lizzie and Tracy both were immediately joined by two of the Frat brothers, Tim and Andy. After the normal niceties the girls found themselves dancing with the boys and having lots of fun.
Tracy asked Andy "hey what's that concoction you've been filling these cups with?
Andy replied laughingly "Its what we call a Glove Potion".
"Oh" laughed Tracy.
"Nothing really bad, some vodka and a few other things nothing too bad. But we know the women always love the taste so we mix up a batch for the party every year." Andy joked.
Meanwhile Lizzie had been dancing up a sweat and had downed her third cup of Glove to quell her thirst. But the more she drank the thirstier she got.
Lizzie had no clue that the stars were aligning perfectly for her taking.
Lizzie had no clue what she was drinking. The boys had mixed a special potion especially for her. It was never cheap but it was an effective concoction. Two parts raspberry vodka, one part Cointreau, one part Chambord and three parts Sweet and Sour mix. Women liked the drink because the sweet and sour mix masked the alcohol taste into a sweet raspberry flavored lemonade drink. Every cup had four full shots. The term GLOVE was canned two years earlier when the drink was discovered online. Great Leg Opener Virgin Eliminator.
