I didn’t really know what to expect from this situation. Under normal circumstances, I would have fully expected them to banish me from their festivities again, like Logan had just tried when he came into my room. An invitation from Ava and her friends, who had tormented me in school, would normally have my alarm bells ringing and make me expect some kind of mean prank. But I did indeed help Jenny last year, so maybe she really was interested in getting to know me. And the seemingly genuine display of regret from Ava that I had witnessed when I presented her gift, however short lived it may turn out to be, made me want to risk it and see if this could possibly be the first sign of change. Though, I hadn’t forgotten that the last time I was hoping our relationship would improve, I was suddenly holding a penis pump in my hands while my mother laughed her ass off.
The first thing we watched was some kind of live special from a stand-up comedian. He was good. And each time the room was filled with laughter, Jenny coincidentally scooted a little closer to me. By the end of it, she was leaning against me, my arm still on the backrest. By then it was 9:30 PM, and, as Ava was scrolling through the Netflix library, I remembered that I had placed the champagne in the freezer. I jumped up and got it out, relieved it wasn’t frozen yet. When the others saw me holding the bottle, they assumed I was about to open it, and sent Logan after me to get some glasses.
It wasn’t much. With six people to share, maybe two glasses per person, so I didn’t really feel guilty about underaged drinking. As we took our seats again, Jenny immediately cuddled into me. By the time Ava had found the rom-com she wanted to watch, Jenny had taken my arm from the backrest and wrapped it around herself instead. Ava looked around the room, took a sip from her glass, and threw me a big happy smile. She seemed to like it.
The champagne combined with the cheesy movie apparently had a certain effect on Jenny. She soon placed her hand on my arm she had wrapped around herself, and was absentmindedly stroking it as she sipped away. Now, I wasn’t used to drinking either, and I had to admit that Jenny wasn’t the only one affected by it. The furniture and seating arrangements had the benefit that Jenny was sitting at the far outside, with my body hiding hers from the others. The main effect the champagne had on me was my lowered guard. I liked being so close to a girl. As long as I didn’t try anything they could use against me, maybe it wasn’t so bad if I allowed myself to simply enjoy it.
I started by softly scraping my fingernails over the inside of her forearm for a few minutes, just to test how she would react, and she snuggled deeper into me. Then I let my fingers wander from her arm, over the top of her thigh, to the middle of her belly. Since the swimsuit she was wearing was a two-piece, her entire midsection was exposed skin, so I carefully caressed her bellybutton. This coaxed a cute little moan of approval from her lips, and she nested her face into my chest. Without letting up my light caresses, I raised the hand holding my own glass, moved a few strands of hair from her forehead, and placed a light kiss on it. Now she was purring like a kitten. She looked up into my eyes, then at my mouth, and tilted her head a little.
I contemplated if I should risk it. The gesture seemed unambiguous, but I was still held back by the possibility of this being some kind of set-up. Soon, though, the champagne did its work and I decided that, even if it was a set-up, I had nothing to lose with my school life and reputation already being as bad as they were. I placed a small kiss on her lips, and she rewarded me with a content sigh, before nesting her face back into my chest. This girl barely knew me, never had a real conversation with me, but she thoroughly enjoyed acting like intimate lovers. It was almost ridiculous to even consider this, but ... maybe she had a crush on me since I saved her?
Then she surprised me. I had only planned to slowly familiarize myself with her body, while making sure not to push too far, but she seemed to have a different idea. Her breathing had become a little shallow, as she slowly grabbed the hand caressing her navel and started pulling it down to the bottom piece of her swimsuit. As my fingertips were resting just at the edge of her waistband, she placed both her hands on top of mine, pressed it into her lower belly, and she gave me a quiet but sensual kiss.
