"You look good enough to eat, tonight." he said.
"Well, if I strike out tonight I might just take you up on that," replied Ginny as she hitched up the hem of her short dress to reveal her black lace panties to him.
Jack reached across and stroked Ginny's crutch through her knickers, causing Ginny to emit a low moan. "You are one hell of a tease." He exclaimed, removing his hand and returning to concentrating on driving.
Jack pulled up outside the school, "Have a good time kiddo," he said, stroking the inside of her thigh.
Ginny turned towards him and smiled before leaving the car and walking towards the school entrance.
Jack watched her as she walked away, admiring the view of her shapely backside and her legs before starting the engine and driving off.
Once inside the foyer, Ginny checked the table plan and continued into the hall, which had undergone a make-over and now looked like a trendy restaurant/club. She approached her table and was disappointed to see that she was sat between Gerry, who was still the skinny, spotty-faced, bespectacled kid that he had been at school and Steve. Her and Steve had flirted in the early years of school but as time progressed this had turned into a wonderful friendship; indeed, Steve was one of the few friends that she remained in contact with. "No easy win there," she thought to herself as she took her place at the table.
The table was set for eight and the seating was the de rigueur way of boy/girl/boy/girl. Ginny was the last to arrive and, smiling, said hello to the rest of the table. She cast her eyes around the table appraising her company for the evening; in particular the men as possible beaus for the night.
Gerry to her left was a non-runner; next to him sat Amy, a girl who had always struggled with her weight at school and this had clearly continued into her post-school life. Still, as Ginny noted to herself, she had clearly decided to make the most of her curves and was wearing a floral low-cut dress exposing plenty of cleavage; an open invitation to any boys that might be interested.
The boy to Amy's left was blond, blue-eyed with a handsome face in a rugged sort of way. Ginny reckoned he must be about six feet two which was an added bonus to Ginny who, possibly because of her short stature, was always attracted to tall guys. She marked him in her mind as an 8, possibly a 9, depending on the size of his cock. She was puzzled as to why she did not remember this hunk from school; she estimated that he would be about two years older than her, but she was certain she would have noticed him even though he was not in her year. It transpired that he was the older brother of Grace, seated on his other side, and had attended the boys only grammar school the other side of town.
It seemed strange to Ginny that Grace and her brother, whose name turned out to be Jeff, were seated together. The organizers normally made a point of keeping siblings apart so that they could not inhibit each other in their attempts at finding romance.
Grace was a girl Ginny remembered well from school. She had been one of the swots of the year and whilst very attractive had always spurned any approaches made by the guys earning her the nickname of "frosty knickers" and resulting in a rumour that she was lesbian. With this in mind Ginny studied her more than she had done previously; she was a dark-haired beauty with hazel eyes and a lovely tanned skin, her breasts (like almost everyone that Ginny met) were larger than Ginny's and she looked to have retained her hour-glass figure that the boys had lusted over so much at school. Maybe another time, another place thought Ginny to herself, but tonight she was hungry for cock.
To Grace's left sat Paul, who had been one of the class jokers. Ginny was surprised that he was on the singles table as she had heard that he had married his school sweetheart; presumably things hadn't worked out for them, she thought. He was still his old jocular self, trying to make people laugh with his one-liners. Ginny studied him with fresh eyes; he was about five feet ten, with black hair spiked up with gel, brown eyes and fairly average looks, not a stunner but not someone to turn your nose up at if possibilities were scarce; Ginny gave him a 6.
This left Angie as the final person at the table. She had long, straight red hair, a pretty face covered in freckles and was wearing a black jumpsuit. She had been a shy, quiet girl at school and it seemed like nothing had changed. It was difficult to get more than one word out of her in conversation and most people eventually stopped trying.
Whilst they were waiting for their starters to arrive one of the servers brought four bottles of wine to their table, two white and two red. Jeff immediately stood up and took charge of filling glasses, starting with his sister and working his way round the table. When he arrived at Angie he pressed his groin up against her upper arm as he was stretching over to pour the wine, she pulled away and thanked him once her glass was full. Jeff continued round the table and did the same when he arrived at Ginny, she pressed her arm up against him, feeling a sizeable bulge in his trousers; definitely a 9 she thought to herself.
After pouring Gerry a glass of red, Jeff continued on to Amy where he once again carried out what was obviously his standard procedure of pressing his groin against the girls. He seemed to be pouring the wine slower than usual and Ginny could see that he was taking in as much of the view of Amy's cleavage as he could. Amy was busy trying to subtly move her arm up and down in an effort to stroke the cock pressed up against her; nought out of ten for subtlety thought Ginny as everyone could see what she was doing.
All this time Grace had been watching her brother with an amused smile on her face. When he finally returned to his chair and sat down she whispered something in his ear to which he nodded in the affirmative.
They raised their glasses in a toast and started to drink while continuing to chat. Ginny noticed that Grace had been drinking right-handed but had now switched to her left and her right hand had disappeared under the table. Knocking her fork to the floor, Ginny bent under the table to retrieve it and looked across to see Grace had Jeff's cock out and was stroking the firm erection; she lingered for a moment to enjoy the view and then sat back up in her seat to see Grace smiling at her from across the table. Strike him off the list, she thought to herself, I'm not playing second fiddle to his sister.
As she continued to sip at her wine and make small talk with Steve, Ginny noticed Jeff reach across the table and take Amy's left hand in his. He then led it under the table and, from the surprised look on her face, Ginny could tell that her hand had now been introduced to Jeff's monster of a cock. Grace's right hand appeared back on the table and she started chatting to Paul. After a couple of minutes Jeff whispered something in Amy's ear to which she nodded yes. Jeff took a short while to sort himself out and got up from the table, walking towards the doors that led to the toilets; once he had exited, Amy excused herself stating that she was going to the ladies. Intrigued, Ginny waited till Amy had left the room and then made her way out.
As she exited the hall, she peeked along the corridor to see Jeff and Amy walking hand in hand and disappear around the corner, Ginny followed at a safe distance until she was about to turn another corner and spied Jeff leaned with his back against the wall and Amy on her knees giving him a blow-job. Jeff grasped the back of Amy's head, pulling her towards him and pushing as much of his cock into her mouth as he could. Feeling a tingling between her legs, Ginny hitched up the hem of her dress and began to stroke her pussy through her knickers. Jeff noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye and beckoned Ginny to join them; she shook her head no, took one final look and returned to the table. Shortly after she had sat down, Jeff returned to the room, giving Ginny a sideways look and a smile before returning to his place. A couple of minutes later Amy returned; her hair was slightly mussed up and her cheeks were flushed. She sat down, took a large swig of her wine and swished it about in her mouth before swallowing.
Their starters soon arrived, and the rest of the meal proceeded without incident. They were chatting about their lives post-school, their hopes and aspirations, occasionally their failed love lives and generally testing the water for possible relationships. Seated as she was Ginny was in a no-win situation; Gerry was not worth any effort and, anyway, he seemed intent on losing himself in a bottle of wine, so she had to content herself with chatting to Steve and listening to his litany of failed relationships. Around the table Amy and Jeff were in whispered conversation and Grace seemed to have collared Paul. Angie was just getting on with her food and only responding if someone spoke to her.
After the final course and their plates were cleared, a live band started playing and in dribs and drabs people started to populate the dance floor. The wine had run out, except for the red which was stationed in front of Gerry, and they now had to get any further drinks from the pay-bar. Steve was going to the bar and asked Ginny if she wanted anything, she asked for a glass of prosecco. The first few songs were disco numbers, but it didn't take long before the music was more in keeping with the focus of the night, mushy love songs as Ginny called them. Jeff took Amy by the hand and led her to the dance floor, quickly followed by Grace and Paul, leaving Gerry, Angie and herself at the table.
Upon returning to the table, Steve took a couple of gulps of his pint and then approached Angie, asking if she wanted to dance. When she declined he took his pint and went to search for possible partners elsewhere in the room.
Shortly afterwards Ginny was surprised when Angie approached her and asked if she wanted to dance. Intrigued, and having given up on finding a decent male for the night, Ginny agreed, and they made their way onto what was becoming a very crowded dance-floor. They had to search for some room in which they could dance and made their way towards the edge near the stage. On their way they passed Grace and Jeff, who were now in each other's arms, kissing passionately and letting their hands wander freely over each other's bodies. Ginny looked around for Amy, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Poor kid," she thought to herself.
