This is the story of how my life changed in a single night. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jane. Yep, plain Jane, see Jane run...I've heard them all. I'm eighteen, will be nineteen in three months. I've been out of High School nearly a year now. I work nights at a gas station. I have no idea what I want to do with my life yet so I'm working and saving money for college while I decide what I want to be when I grow up. I'm average height, average weight and were it not for some Manic Panic Blue/Black hair dye, my hair would be an average shade of brown. My eyes are green and I'm often called a goth girl. I wear a lot of black, get creative with my makeup and listen to a lot of dark, independent music. Which brings me to last weekend. I had a ticket to see one of my favorite bands, Creature Feature. This is what happened.
"Jenny, I told you, I don't drink much." I half giggled with my hand out in an attempt to push the bottle she was again moving toward my lips away.
"C'mon, just a few more swigs, you're working all the time now. Drink up, it's cheaper here than at the club." Jenny said as though she were some kind of messed up shrink trying to fix my life.
I couldn't argue with her logic though. In high school we were out every weekend at the club to see bands. In fact, we had been to so many we had gotten to know the bartenders at the local clubs and most of them would now sell us anything we wanted at the bar. And she was right, drinks out were pricey and here we were raiding her parents liquor cabinet and that was free. I was already feeling a slight buzz when I tipped the bottle back and chugged, two...three...four...five swallows before I lowered the bottle and sucked in a deep breath. Jenny smiled and snatched the bottle from me, putting it back into the cabinet before grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door.
Jenny drove the short distance to our friend Heather's house to pick her up. She honked the horn and it wasn't long before Heather came running out of the house, around to the drivers side and motioned for Jenny to roll down the window. "Hey, park it in the street, I'm driving. My parents just bought a new car and gave me their Honda." She told Jenny.
Jenny nodded and in no time we were on our way, Heather driving, me in the front and Jenny in the back. I was still pretty buzzed and the concert was in the city, a good 45 minute drive away so I rested my head back on the seat and closed my eyes, trying to get the slight spinning my head was doing to stop. I'm not sure how long it was into the drive when I felt something touch my neck. A gentle placement of fingers on my neck and I opened my eyes and started to lift my head to sit up when those gentle fingers slowly moved down my neck, stroking it. It was a strange thing to have happen, but it felt so good, the trail of her fingers leaving behind a tingling feeling on my skin.
Immediately, she stroked my neck again, adding her other hand and slowly dragging her fingers from just under my ears around to the back and then down until they reached the neck of my shirt. I knew it had to be Jenny as Heather was driving and she was the only other person in the car. The gentle stroking of my neck, moved to my hair, back to my neck and then down to my shoulders. I was buzzed, but not totally out of it. I'd never been touched by a girl like that before, I even had a boyfriend and so did Jenny. But the touches were so sensual and her fingers found all the right places to touch so any thoughts of boyfriends were lost with each stroke of her hand.
The ride to the club seemed too short and I caught myself letting out a soft sigh of disappointment as Jenny moved her hand away from me and we got out of the car to head into the concert. I could feel Jenny looking at me and I raised my eyes to her for a brief moment before lowering my gaze and pausing, unable to hide the slight curl of pleasure on my full lips before turning and looking to Heather. "Last one in buys drinks tonight!"
Heather giggled and we all took off for the club doors. Jenny was last through the door, but she never did end up buying drinks. She gave me something much more desirable than a watered down Jack and Coke.
We weren't inside long before we found Pete and Marty. The club was a pretty good size, but barely above the level of a dive. Heather had been crushing on Pete for months and she looked ready to stick to his side. Jenny leaned in and spoke above the loud pre-show music, "Heather, why don't you go find a spot to stand up at the stage, I have to run to the restroom. I know how disgusting these bathrooms are, I'm taking Jane with me for moral support."
Heather smiled and nodded, happy for the chance to go off with Pete on her own without any other females around to divide his attention. Jenny grabbed my hand before I could say a word and pulled me in the direction of the bathroom.