I was nervously brushing my long blonde hair into it's place when the knock came on my door, "come in" I sad, my voice betraying my nerves.
"Ashley, are you almost ready? They'll be here any minute." My mom explained as she peeked her head into my room. She had very short dark hair, which I normally thought made her look way too boyish, but at the moment I was envious that she didn't have to put nearly as much effort into it as I do.
I sighed, "Yeah. I'll be down in a minute." She left me alone and I took one more glimpse in the mirror. I was wearing a pink mini skirt that showed off long slender legs and a simple white tank top, with a v-neck tat dipped and showed plenty of cleavage, with an embroidered pink heart symbol near my left breast. I smiled at myself, at least this low cut shirt showed off my perky 34c tits. I slipped on my slightly heeled shoes and headed downstairs.
"Happy birthday!" My dad yelled, a little too excitedly, as I reached the bottom step.
"Thanks, for the 10th time today, dad" I said as I rolled my eyes and gave my dad a light hug.
Just then, the front door swung open and my brother came walking in. He tossed aside the duffle bag that was hanging off his shoulder and shot us all perfect grin. "Miss me?" he asked
Both of my parents smiled back at him, "Of course, Nick!" my mom exclaimed as she gave him a tight hug.
"No hugs from the birthday girl?" He asked me after letting go of my mom. I just shrugged nonchalantly at him. "Oh, I see how it is. 18 spankings & pinches, then?" He said with an evil smirk as he came towards me.
My brother was only two years older than me and we looked pretty much nothing alike. He had dark brown hair that he kept in a "pretty boy" spiked style and dark chocolate eyes, in contrast to my blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"Try it and I make no promises of not kicking you squarely between the legs." I said firmly.
"Ash! Your brother came home from college for the weekend for you birthday, be nice and give him a hug" she insisted.
I let out a long, exaggerated breath and put out my arms. He threw me another grin and practically tackled me. His muscular body pressed against my small frame, his large arms wrapping around me tightly, and something pulsed through my body at that moment that I didn't get time to register because the doorbell rang.
"Knock, knock, anybody home?" My friends Samantha and Amber walked in, or as I like to call them, 'the twins'. They weren't related but looked enough alike with their auburn colored hair and hazel eyes.
They gave me hugs and wished me happy birthday and began jabbering about the fun we'd have later when my brother caught their eyes. "Wow!" Samantha practically shouted, "You've definitely changed" she said, giving my brother her flirty smile that I knew all too well.
"Oh no, don't even think about it." I said pushed her out of the room.
"What?" She asked innocently "Your brother's HOT! And I'm single...what's the problem?"
"Move it" I said simply
"I'll be home later, guys. And tomorrow we have family day for my birthday, right?" I asked
My parents both nodded, but before they could say anything my brother said, "Leaving right after I get home? So very rude..." he winked and told me to have a fun night.
My friends and I headed to Wild Country, a bar that was 21 and up only. But everyone knew the doormen let in hot girls who could prove they were at least 18, so it was easy for me and my friends to get through the front.
Colorful lights were flashing everywhere, illuminating the dark building and causing me blink hard before my eyes adjusted. The music was blaring a popular song so it was nearly impossible to understand what Amber was yelling to me, but when I followed her pointing I knew what she meant.
There were four older guys, probably late twenties, at the bar. They were dressed in what I would consider classy clubbing outfits and their faces were set to match. They all looked like they could be models, two of which were almost as blonde as me, one with a reddish/auburn color, and the last with hair as black as night. Just the sight of them made me unconsciously lick my lips, they were definitely sexy.
"Who are they?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off of 'em.
"Why, you like what you see?" Samantha asked as she wiggled her eyebrows at me.
"If I didn't, I'd be playing for the other team."
Amber answered em, "The blondes are Ricky and Kyle, the reddish haired guy is Ben, and the fine fella with dark hair is Steven...he's mine." and they headed towards the hotties at the bar.
"Wait, how do you know them?" I shouted over the music
"They're here almost every weekend, why do you think I always wanna come here?" Amber explained, and she moved in front of Steven, interrupting his conversation with his friends...but he didn't seem to mind.
Samantha made her move on Ben, who also didn't mind the distraction.
That left me either hanging on the sidelines, or choosing between Ricky and Kyle. Believe me, not an easy choice.
"Hey there sexy" one of the guys came up to me, flashing an obviously cocky smile.
"Hi" I said far more shyly than I intended to.
"I'm Ricky" he said as he reached out for my hand, "what's your name?"
I leaned in close to him, using the loud music as an excuse, and seductively said "Ashley"
I pulled away to be greeted by an even wider smile on his face, "Lets dance" he said, and pulled me towards the dance floor.
The floor was crowded, mixed with all groups of people. Girl on girl dancing, guys dancing with girls that looked like they were about to screw each other right then & there.