On the other hand, I didn’t mind so much as I got even more attention and it was my birthday after all.As the night went on, people got drunker by t...e second and I started to feel a little bit drunk myself after having quite a few tequila shots and cans of beer. It must’ve been approximately 3am when the majority of people finally started to leave and make their own way home, many of them stumbling across the drive way as they walked towards the cabs that were waiting for them. A few people. I tossed my clothes into a hamper beside the door, stacked a pair of jeans, a buttoned shirt, socks and boxers atop my bed, carried them into the bathroom and closed the door. Barely after I'd finished shaving and rinsed my hair of shampoo, she knocked lightly on the bathroom door. "I can't find the soap in there. Could I grab some out of here?" Sure. It's under the sink."I peeked over the glass door and saw her, unclothed, bending forward to reach a bar of soap. Her name jumped to the front of. Nikkole's blonde hair, gathered into a pair of pigtails, swayed as she sauntered to me. The red highlights were gone, I never was a fan, her hair her natural hue.“Good morning, Mr. Davies,” she purred, her ruby lips gleaming. They were waxy and delicious, looking so naughty. She sauntered towards me, her hips cocking from right to left, an exaggerated sway that had her pleated skirts dancing. “You look like you need a pick-me-up.”“Oh?” I asked, curious about how she would react to the changes. “He’s out of town. He thinks I’m going up there with my sister,” she told me. “Okay, I’ll run you up there. But you have to promise not to tease me,” I warned. “Well, I’ll try and hold myself back,” she responded with a laugh, “pick me up at 8?” “Sure,” I told her, “it’s going to be hot, so dress comfortable.” “Oh, don’t worry about me, I’ll be comfortable,” she replied. The next morning I pulled into her driveway at 8:00 a.m. I go straight from being half-awake to full attention as Tracey.