“Are they still recording?” I asked, suddenly aware of my nude bottom half.

“Of course.  They never go off,” Ashley smirked, but as if she could read my thoughts, she crawled over to her bed and pulled down her bed sheet and brought it over to me.  “At least I know you’re naturally blonde,” she said, her smirk broadening.

I gave her a quizzical look as I slowly reached for the pills and popped them in my mouth, swallowing them dry because I didn’t feel like sitting up to drink the water.  “What do you mean?”

“Nice landing strip,” she said simply but her smirk never let her lips. 

It dawned on me that Ashley, along with fifty other people, but most importantly, Ashley saw me naked from the waist down last night…possibly this morning.  I could feel my face turning red and I buried it into the carpet again.  Fuck!

When I looked up again, Ashley was staring off into space again.  “Ash?”

“Hummm?”

“Did we…?” I trailed off – for some reason, I didn’t want to say it, as if that would suddenly make it true.

“No,” she said softly, but her brow furrowed at the thought.

“What?”

“We could have…You said you wanted to.”

Even though I was relieved to hear that my virginity was intact, I didn’t know how I felt that Ashley didn’t attempt to have sex with me.  “And?  What happen.”

Ashley thought some more before speaking.  “From what I remember, it was pretty hot,” she started smirking at me, “we can confirm it later, when we review the tapes, but we were close.  But I knew you wouldn’t want it that way…drunk and all.”  She said all of this like it was something new to her.  As if this was first time she ever turned down sex.  It probably was.  But I was grateful for her explanation.  “Anyway, how are you feeling?”  Ashley asked, changing the topic.

“Not bad, my body hurts, like I was working out or something, but besides that I’m good.  No hangover.”  Ashley raised her eyebrows, impressed.  “I told you I can hang!” I added.

When I finally peeled my body off of Ashley’s floor, Ashley had gone back downstairs to respond to Kyla screaming her name.  I realized that I had no idea where the bottom of my bathing suit was and I looked around the room for something to wear.  All I found, without roaming through her massive walk in closet, were a pair of oversized basketball shorts.  I tied the draw string tight around my waist, ensuring that they wouldn’t fall and made my way over to her full length mirror.  Despite my bed head, I looked good in just the top and shorts.  Pulling out a toothbrush from my bag, I walked into her personal bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth.  I ran some water over my face and pulled my hair back into a ponytail.  I was just about to open her bedroom door when I heard Ashley call for me.