I never thought the phone could ring that loud. I tossed in my bed, searching for my cell phone in the sea of comforters and sheets, and the vexing ring was echoing in my skull. I finally found my phone wedged between my bed and the wall and looked at the front screen.
"What the hell could she want?" I asked myself, annoyed by the 4:34am phone call from my sister. It was a Thursday and I had work in five hours.
"Hello," I answered in a groggy voice.
"Hey Mike! What are you doing?" She yelled above the voices in the background. She was obviously at a party or a bar, and drunk.
"Um... sleeping." I said, trying not to sound too annoyed, but it was obvious.
"Oh, sorry, but we need a ride back to my house, our driver left and none of us have any money. Could you possibly give us a ride?"
I was so angry, I knew I had to pick her and her friends up, but not a muscle in my body wanted to move. I knew I was still drunk from before, but the morning after rule was in effect.
"Yeah, I guess, just give me like twenty minutes, where are you?"
"We are at the Spotted Zebra on Seventh Street. Is that okay?" She asked as if she cared if it was okay or not.
"Yeah, twenty minutes." I muttered.
"You are the bes..." I shut my phone and rolled out of my bed. By the time I was standing upright I could feel the alcohol still in my system. I wasn't drunk, and I wouldn't drive drunk, but I felt buzzed still. I wandered around the darkness of my room, stubbing my toes and knocking over a beer bottle. I could feel the beer soaking into my shirt as the aroma lifted into the air.
"God damn it, now I have to take a shower." I was agitated by now, and it seemed it was only getting worse. I grabbed the towel from my door handle and walked out my bedroom door. The bathroom was hot, the only room not air-conditioned, and the summer heat was thick and strong. I turned on the light and could feel my pupils constricting and my eyes squinting. I realized I looked like hell as I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror.
"Great, all of her friends are going to see me like this." I was praying the shower was going to help me out. I took off my boxers and stepped into the shower. I turned the water on and felt the warm water running down my body. I was the typical nineteen-year old when it came to my body, not skinny but not fat, but just toned. I scrubbed down and rinsed quickly, and I instantly felt awake and alert. My body was covered with goose bumps immediately. I dried off and walked back to my room, and turned on the light in my room and stepped inside. The room smelled of beer and sex, and it should have considering my night. My parents had gone away for a long weekend, and I had a girl over for a crazy night. Unfortunately she left abruptly when her parents called her, leaving me with a painful set of blue balls.
I threw on a t-shirt and jeans and stepped into sandals. After grabbing my phone and wallet, I walked out of my room and then outside. It was very hot outside still; my goose bumps vanished quickly as I stepped up into my jeep. I put on some music and peeled out of my gravel driveway.
I got to Seventh Street to see the place packed with cars, people and cops. It looked like Bourbon, and I knew finding Kristen and her friends was going to be impossible. Suddenly I spotted her out of the corner of my eye, standing on the sidewalk with 3 of her girlfriends. I beeped my horn but none of them responded.
"Damn it, Kristen!" I stepped outside of the car and waved to them, but they still didn't notice. Finally one of friends spotted me as I whistled loudly into the hectic crowds. As I watched them walk towards me, I was no longer upset that they called me to pick them up. All of them were about 25, a year younger than my sister. They all wore very revealing tops and very short ruffled skirts, showing off their tan, sexy legs. Even my sister looked sexy.
Since I was about twelve, all I ever heard from my friends was how hot my sister was, and it used to drive me crazy. She was about 5'6'', brown hair, blue eyes, and great skin. I never really paid any attention but I knew she had great assets, despite her constant complaining about them. She was my sister though! I mean I knew she was beautiful, but hot and sexy never seemed to be okay with me. But tonight I could finally see what they were talking about. Maybe it was just her outfit, or maybe it was the beers still in me, but she looked hot.
"Hey Mike!" Kristen yelled out to me. She was obviously drunk, but probably the most sober of the group.
"This is Jill," she pointed to a very sexy blonde. Her hair was pin-strait, down to her shoulders, her skin tan and unblemished. Her tits poured out of her tank top. I reached out my hand as I caught sight of her perfect smile, but couldn't keep my eyes off her chest.
"This is Jess," she said as she pointed to this beautiful brunette. Her body was tight, and her ass looked amazing in her tight skirt. She had amazing brown eyes, and she looked very seductively into mine as she shook my hand. These girls blew me away, and just when I thought it couldn't get better I was introduced to the third.
