I continue drinking and smoking and my eyes kept monitoring him. a few moments passed before our eyes landed looking to one another. a smile on his fa...e and then he turned his head. I'm sure now that I'm up to something with this cute boy. when he looked again I waved my phone at him and he started to laugh. after few minuets a piece of paper landed on my balcony. so I checked and his phone number was on it. I looked at him he was facing me I winked and rushed adding his number to my phone.It. And with that, we left for the party.**Three hours later, we were slight intoxicated and walking back from the party, Jon, me, and Angela. "Well boys I think you learned a lot tonight," she said."Not as much as I wanted to, that girl with the black shirt totally wanted to hook up with me!" said Jon."Right, that's why she left an hour ago with her boyfriend" I replied sarcastically."Such a great party anyways," said Jon."Well if you played your cards right you could have gotten a blow job out of. Going through the whole processes of making sure they knew who she was and most of all REMEMBERING who she was. Such a very annoying and tiring process. "My dad is Royce Walker." "Really? I don't believe he has a daughter. Or any children, for that matter. I'm going to need to see some ID." "It's fine, James. Believe it or not I actually have a lovely daughter who doesn't visit as much as she should." Her fathers deep, rich voice rang in her head. She didn't need to look at him to know he was. Just then, my cell phone rang. My ringtone is the hook, “Vous voulez couches avec moi” from Lady Marmalade. I slipped away from Robert’s dick, reached over to grab the phone, and answered it.“It’s Brandy,” a chick friend of mine said. “I met a couple of guys and they want to fuck. I was going to have a threesome with them, ‘cause they’re hot, but they got huge fucking cocks, so you want to come over and help me get them off?”I looked over to Robert. He was smiling and sweaty and patting the bed.