Just find a seat

Feeling well and truly out of your element, you look for a quiet place to sit down. Spying a group of empty pool chairs, you head in their direction and take a seat. A large umbrella shades you from the sun as you settle into the somewhat uncomfortable reclining chair.

You spend a few minutes observing the girls, watching their body language, trying to make out what some of them are talking about over the splashing of water. You had never paid attention to girls your age aside from ogling their bodies, but you were feeling a bit like a spy behind enemy lines at the moment.

"Doing okay?" Abby catches you off guard, apparently having approached while you were focusing elsewhere. "I know you must be feeling weird being thrown into the mix with all these people you don't know."

"It's cool," you quickly reply, trying your best not to seem to socially awkward.

"So what do you do for fun?" she asks.

"For fun? Oh, ah...the usual stuff I guess. I play video games sometimes, play soccer, go jogging."

You threw together a random mix of truths and lies. Not to convince her you were a girl as much as not to sound like too much of an introvert.

"Oh you play video games? What kind of stuff do you play?" Abby smiled slightly.

"Oh a little bit of everything I guess," you replied, again half truthfully.

"We should go inside later and play something on my PS4. Maybe some local multiplayer."

Perhaps it should be surprising that a popular, outgoing, and smoking hot teenage girl would spend time playing video games, but for whatever reason it seemed to fit.

After a few more minutes of small talk Abby manages to drag you over to another group of girls. You sit quietly for the most part, speaking up and here and there, but eventually you began to feel more comfortable.

The pool party carried on and you even swam for a while and lounged on a giant inflatable sunflower. As the sun gets low in the sky the girls leave one by one until its just you and Abby.

"Should I call my mom to come get me?" you ask nervously as Abby waved goodbye to the last of her friends.

"No, my mom told her to get you at 7:30. Its only 5 pm. Lets go inside though, we can get some snacks and play something," Abby says, somehow using her own confidence to dispel your social anxiety.

"Oh, cool," you answered as she led you into the house by the hand.

After asking her mom to whip up some snacks, Abby bolts up the stairs to her room dragging you after her. Her tight bikini-clad butt rocks back and forth in front of you, not skipping any steps as she ascends quickly.

As she leads you through her doorway into her room she instructs you to sit on the floor while she checks a text on her phone.

"So its cool with you if my boyfriend comes over for a bit, right? I promise you'll like him."