I rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table. I saw it change over to 9:30 as I rolled back onto my back. There was no memory of the night before in my brain. The whiskey and the weed had taken over and left me passed out since probably 11 last night. My life had surely changed over the last few months. My hours were cut at work and my money was so slowly slipping away. Last night I killed off the big bag of weed that Taylor Swift had left for me three months ago along with that bottle of whiskey that was sitting in my cabinet for about a year.
I walked into the kitchen to pour a bowl of cereal. I turned the television on as I slowly ate. I turned on CMT and the first thing I saw was an interview with Carrie Underwood. The sight of the beautiful blond brought back memories of that amazing weekend where I fucked her and Taylor's brains out. She had a new hairstyle and the sight of it caused a stirring in my pants. Those sexy braids flowing over her beautiful shoulders were glowing in the sunlight and slowly moving in the wind. She was wearing a beautiful low-cut green dress that showed off her wonderful cleavage.
Even though I had met and fucked Taylor first, I was finding myself become more attracted to Carrie. I was disappointed that I hadn't had any contact with the women, but I didn't have their numbers so I had no way of getting in touch. To be fair though, they both were mega-stars in the country music business and thus were very busy. The only link I had to Taylor was the phone number of Demi Lovato, who I met at the concert. Unfortunately, her phone number fell out of my pocket at the arena and is gone forever.
I carried my empty bowl to the sink and started to wash it when my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Dan Wilson?"
"Yes it is."
"Hi, my name is Ashley. I got your number from Taylor."
Suddenly my mind started to put things together to try and figure out just who this was.
"Oh hi Ashley. What can I do for you?"
"So, I talked to Taylor last week at the Grammy Awards. We got to talking and she invited me back to her dressing room after the show. When I got there, we started talking again and she came out and asked me if I smoked pot. I told her that I hadn't tried it before and she got out a big bag." That brought back memories again of getting stoned with, and fucking Taylor "So she gave me some and I loved it. As she was leaving, she gave me some of her stash and told me 'I know you're going to Seattle for an appearance next week and there is this guy that I smoked with last time I was there. He is a great guy and fun to get stoned with.' She gave me your number and now here I am."
"Are you saying you want to come over here and get high?"
"Yeah, what do you say?"
"Of course, any friend of Taylor is a friend of mind Ashley...um, what's your last name?"
"Tisdale, my name is Ashley Tisdale."
The name sounded somewhat familiar, but I couldn't come up with a face to match the name.
"Okay. So do you want me to pick you up from the airport or something?"
"Yeah, my flight comes in tomorrow at 3 pm. I'm on Flight 67, so make sure you are there. I can't wait."
"See you then."
After hanging up, I quickly made my way to the computer to google her and find out what she looks like. The images came up and there was another stirring in my pants. The short, young woman had flowing blond hair in one picture and beautiful brunette hair in another. I then started to wonder what her hair color was now, not that it matters since she was stunning either way. She had cute, little perky breasts and a tight little ass. She all around was a small woman, but looked amazing.
I decided to move my search from images to videos and caught a couple of her music videos.
"My god, she is fucking beautiful." I thought to myself.
All of a sudden, I got really excited about the adventures that stood just over 24 hours away from me. My life seemed to be going downhill, but now things were starting to look up. It was the first time in months that I had something to look forward to. I couldn't continue my research of Ashley as I needed to go to work. I couldn't afford to miss work, since it was my only day this week. I had about thirty minutes to get ready so I had to skip my shower, get dressed, and head into the city.
I got home from the six hour shift at the local supermarket, in which I spent all six hours with the images from the internet of Ashley and the interview with Carrie. Throw in a few images from my memory of Taylor made for an interesting, and somewhat dangerous, day of work. I lacked focus enough that twice I almost fell of a ladder.
After a quick snack, I took a long needed shower and went to bed around 9. Another long night of sleep, eleven hours to be specific, and I was awake at 7:00. I had five hours before I had to go pick up Ashley from the airport, so to pass the time I watched a couple movies. When the last movie ended, it was 12:30. I got dressed, got in my car, and was on my way by 1:15. Luckily, for a Friday, the traffic was not too bad yet but I wasn't expecting the same on the ride back. I got to the airport at 2:00 and made my way through the crowd of people and waited by the exit for her plane to land.
I leaned against the wall and watched the plane come to a stop when I realized something, how would she know what I look like. I quickly scrambled around to find a piece of paper and a pen. I found what I was looking for and wrote "Ashley T., it's Dan W." I saw a large group of people exit the plane and find their way out. I held up my sign and looked around for her, although I didn't know whether I was looking for a short, blonde girl or a short, brunette girl. I saw a few women who looked somewhat like her, but they continued walking. Then she caught eye of the sign, smiled and made her way towards me. She walked slowly as her flowing brunette hair reached down to her breasts which looked bigger than the picture. It looked like she was wearing a pushup bra.
"Hi Dan, nice sign." She said sarcastically.
"It was a last second thing, I know it's corny." She giggled and held onto my arm as we walked away.
We made our way through security and, after she made a bathroom break, eventually found our way back to the parking lot. I opened the door for her, and then got in myself. We got back into the city and, like I predicted, the traffic was terribly heavy. To be fair though it was 4:30 so I knew it would happen. Ashley broke the ice and started a conversation.
"So, is everything Taylor said about you true?"
"That depends, what did she tell you?"
"She said that you were a really nice guy who made her feel special and that you were amazing to get high with."
"I can't say for myself but if Taylor said it, then I'm inclined to believe her."
"Cool, I can't wait until we get to your house. You don't mind if I crash there tonight do you? I've got a busy day tomorrow and my flight back to L.A. is tomorrow night."
