"Patricia!" I gasped. She giggled, stepping into the shower with me, pressing her lips to mine. "Forget about me already?" I kissed her back, making s...re to wrap an arm around her waist, enjoying her skin against mine. "Of course not. I'm just trying to wake up. You know I'm not a morning person." Her lips busied themselves on my neck, biting softly into the soft flesh near my shoulder, "I know." I chuckled, running my fingers into her hair, curling them into her scalp, turning us so her back. She lifted it into her palm and felt the fine long link of chain attached to it."The ankh!"She had completely forgotten about it! That was one of the reasons of her visit. The day they had met on the train, he had mentioned to her how he admired the ancient egyptians. She had had the piece of jewelry in her jewelry box for years and had worn it only once, never thinking it quite suited her. A gift from a friend. When she had come across it, she thought it would be the perfect gift for her new. I'm 19 and half British and half Indian. Luckily, I've got the best of both worlds in terms of looks. I'm 5'11 tall, I have deep set brown eyes and wavy black hair thanks to my Indian lineage. Talking about my skin, I'm a light shade of brown, coincidentally the kind of skin tones English people want to achieve. I'm kind of good looking and I've a fairly decent body, thanks to football which I play nearly everyday.Coming to the story, this was my final year in school and everybody was getting. .. or General Dogsbody rather) permission to ogle me as much as they want, also to get their cocks out and jerk off whenever my teasing sexiness gets too much for them. Only stipulation is they ask me first and, when I ask why they need to beat off, they say it's because of how hot and sexy I'm looking. They adore me and shower me with compliments, which I lap up. Giggle. Dean and Donny especially adore me because I sometimes have a little smooch with them. I kiss and semi make out with them.