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.
My mind rattled by her boldness and overwhelmed with the desire for what this could possibly lead to, my hand moved down without me thinking about it, as she spread her legs as much as her sitting position allowed. The entire way down she pressed it into her body with both of her own hands, silently encouraging me. I didn’t go underneath her swimsuit, yet, as I seriously didn’t want to risk overstepping. Not in front of Logan, who was undoubtedly engaged in his own fun with at least Ava, if not Joan as well, at the time. Golden Boy wouldn’t be pushed away, since I already knew how close he and Ava really were. If I was rejected in front of an audience, none of them would ever let me live that down. If I was to have any chance with this girl, I had to remember every single lesson I received from Tess, and make this as enjoyable for Jenny as possible while I still could.
I gently massaged the skin just above where I surmised her clitoris to be in a circular motion. Slowly increasing the pressure as her breathing increased in intensity. Then I pushed my hand further down, splitting my fingers, so two of them would scrape over each of her outer lips, and worked those for a while. Finally, I moved my hand up enough so my index and middle finger could directly massage her clit. She was now grabbing onto my arm with desperation, pressing her small breasts into my upper arm and her face into my shoulder, trying to stifle the cute mouselike squeaking noises escaping her. Suddenly, her entire body tensed up, her legs clamped shut, and her fingernails dug painfully into the skin of my arm. She stayed like this, not breathing, for maybe ten seconds, before finally relaxing and melting into me.
Going by her breathing, she was taking a nap. At that moment, I was damn glad I opted for the cargo shorts. Otherwise I would be pitching an obscene tent right in front of everyone. I looked around and realized with horror that we were being watched by Joan. She knew exactly what I had just done to her little sister, and in the darkness of the room, I could see a sinister looking smile on her face. I thought I was done for, as I realized this must have been their plan all along. After Logan had watched in glee as I was beaten, I wouldn’t put it past them to accuse me of taking advantage of a drunk, innocent girl. And I was even the one providing the alcohol!
Just as my anxiety was reaching dangerous levels, however, the TV illuminated the room more effectively, and I realized that Joan’s smile was anything but sinister. It was actually a quite warm smile she was displaying. She seemed to be happy for her little sister.
I lightly shook my head, trying to get my assumptions under control and push my expectations for being played out of my thoughts. Jenny stayed asleep until the movie was over, and I gently nudged her awake. She looked around, then at me, her eyes focused, and then she blushed with a coy smile on her lips. Again, I could just cuddle the girl to death.
My erection was gone by then, and while the others had spent the entire afternoon after school relaxing in the hot tub, I was at work. That, combined with the effect of the two glasses I had during the movie, started to have an effect on me, so I excused myself to make my way to my room and get some shut eye myself.
I had just stepped out of my shorts after a trip to the bathroom, when I heard a soft knock at my door. When I opened it, Jenny was standing there in an oversized shirt and panties. Without saying a word, she placed her hands on the back of my neck, went on her toes, and pulled me down for a passionate kiss while pushing me backwards into my room. Then she turned around and closed the door.
“Can we ... continue?” she asked meekly.
I just wrapped her into my arms and kissed her again. That was when things started to get less enjoyable. But not yet in the way I had feared for most part of the evening.