The Jess Chronicles

By Anonymous

Jessica Fox hurried through the door of 4221 Mottman Road, a big yellow and white suburban home in a cookie-cutter development called Mottman Heights; where she and her folks lived. Her dad (Paul Fox) called it a "box house," her mother (Josie Fox) called it "heaven," and for her part Jess had called it home for as long as she could remember. 

It was a cloudy day but beads of sweat prickled her forehead. Her stomach was knotting tightly and unpleasantly. As she entered the foyer and slammed the door Jess shuddered as a chill went through her. She needed a drink. Bad. 

As she slung off her backpack and automatically checked her cell phone for messages she caught a glimpse of herself in the foyer mirror and was momentarily distracted: a well-fed blonde with big blue eyes, a smallish nose, haughty chin, and soft features stared back at her; a chest and ass that strained against her t-shirt and jeans as if they would split the fabric and an impudent smile on her full lips completed the picture of American perfection. She knew she was a looker; a piece of eye-candy that guys drooled over: had known ever since she "filled out,‚" as Mom put it, back in eighth grade when her boobs had had a growth spurt; they now were now the size of cantaloupes, or "big handfuls‚" as the guys at school said . She knew other girls were jealous of her body and that the moment she turned her back they started to talk shit about her, calling her a slut and a nimrod and so on. 

Dumb bitches, she thought. Let ‚'em talk shit. 

Jess stuck out her ass and started to do a little dirty dance‚Äîwiggle, wiggle, up, down‚Äîgrinning fiendishly: she smoothed her hands over her plump ass as she did so, reveling in the curve. A bubble butt, they called it. Jess pouted for a moment: boys liked it, but‚... did it have to be so damn‚... round? 

Another chill went through her and the knotting of her stomach broke her out of her narcissism. 

"Oh, right. A drink.‚" She said aloud. The foyer echoed back: "drink‚" That's right, she thought. 

The physical symptoms had been getting worse over the past few months; the headaches, chills, the cravings, but it had never been as bad as the last three weeks. Today had been the worst yet. 

She gritted her teeth and hoped her mother had left something out. Just a little something! Or maybe a big something. A smirk crept onto her face as she remembered the last time Mom had left her a big something: a whole fifth of vodka it had been, and Jess had been swimming in a sea of bliss every night for a week. 

The inside of the house would have struck a casual visitor as surprisingly shabby compared to the sharp exterior. Generic paintings of landscapes decorated the walls at slightly off-kilter angles and the interior design motif could have been called "Half-hearted American Would-be Sophisticate," all Pier One Imports knick-knacks and weirdly colorful flower pots. Her parent's paid little attention to the place, each for their own reasons; most of the care that went into it came from their part-time housekeeper Miss Gomez, who came every other week to vacuum, dust, and so on. 

Jess, just like her parents, cared little for the ambience of the house. Her own room was virtually bare-walled, except for a few stray posters of boy-bands left over from middle school. 

Usually she would go into the kitchen and get a soda or a Pop-tart, but today her mind was locked onto a single track. 

She half-ran through the entryway, tossing her backpack and jacket to the floor and rushed to the living room, where she knew her mother would be. Rounding the corner her heart leapt into her throat at the sight of the slumped, bathrobe clad form on the couch in front of the muted flat screen television. 

How much of the old bat's vodka would be left? Her eyes darted to the coffee table in front of her mother. A bottle of Sky vodka sat there, next to a tumbler. A large pool of spilled liquor and moisture from the perspiring tumbler had formed around them. There was around half the bottle left. 

"Eureka!" Jess cried aloud and then clamped her hand over her mouth. "Shit.‚" She whispered, hoping her mother wouldn't wake up. 

She paused, listening. 

The soft, wheezy snore that her mother made when she was passed out cold filled the air and Jess breathed a sigh of relief. 

Now that it was safe Jess realized how foolish it had been to be worried: it would take a hurricane to wake up Mom at this point. 

Jess skipped across the room, happy as a clam, already tasting the vodka's bite on her tongue in anticipation. Mom hardly ever leaves more than a quarter! She thought. And if she was out cold so early in the day‚... that could only mean one thing‚... The old bat must have been into the cabinet today. 

At the thought of The Cabinet Jess' knees practically began to shake with longing: it was a fantasy-object of a practically sexual nature for her. Ever since she was a little girl the cabinet had seemed like a magic relic, like one of the enchanted things from fairy tales. Huge, squat, ornately carved out of mahogany it had dominated the living room for the last fifteen years and had been the miraculous source of the booze that had flowed with ever greater frequency. Before she had been old enough to know that it got filled by human hands, Jess had imagined it had restocked itself. Guests had sometimes wryly remarked that it seemed to be the closest thing the house had to a shrine. Mother would agree, laughing, while the guests smiled uneasily. That had been back when there were still guests coming over at all. It had been years since there had been anything as social as a party in the house. These days Josie Fox was in a pretty much constant alcoholic stupor and friends had started coming by less frequently and had finally stopped coming all together. Not that Jess minded, and her mom sure as hell didn't mind. But those guests had been right though, the liquor cabinet was a shrine. At least to Jess. 

Eagerness bubbling up in Jess's stomach, wrenching her mind away from the cabinet and back to the moment. Maybe Mom had even forgotten to lock it? That would be worth checking. But first‚... 

Jess snatched up the vodka bottle. Without even bothering to leave the room Jess took three long pulls from the vodka bottle right there in front of her passed out mother. It burned harshly as it went down and she gagged a little. 

"Ugh.‚" She said, wiping her lips. 

But as the burn reached her stomach it began to warm her, soothing the ache. 

"Ah." She smacked her lips, shivering a little, but this time not from any chill. She fought back the urge to gag again. She usually mixed it with orange juice, like she had seen in the movies. But at that moment she noticed that taking booze straight from the bottle, like Mom did when she was way totaled, made her tummy squirm, in a good way. In the same way as when she looked at Zac Affron. 

She sipped a bit more. The tension that had been building up in her since lunch was quickly subsiding, chased away by the alcohol. 

Much better, she thought. 

Sipping again she contemplated her mother's prone form. Josie Fox was still pretty good looking for an older lady. Back when Jess had still been good friends with Melissa, Melissa had said that she looked like a sleazy Marilyn Monroe. That wasn't quite right, but close. A Milf, as Andy and Ricky and those guys would probably call her. Jess chuckled, sipping. 

She let her eyes wander over her mother's deeply tanned face (in the summer her favorite activity was to pass out in the sun and tan to a crisp) which was upturned with the mouth hanging slightly open. She kind of looks like those mom's from those MTV shows, actually, Jess thought; the reality ones about rich people. Not because her Mom was particularly rich but because of how tan she was. Except without the fake tits, Jess thought with a giggle. No, she reconsidered, noting the bulges in her mother's bathrobe clad chest; Mom had pretty big tits anyway. Which is probably why you have such big tits, stupid, she thought: chiding herself for her lack of logic. Duh! 

Yep, Jess nodded gravely, Mom was pretty hot. She took another sip. 

God, Jess frowned and turned away suddenly, what a goof I am, ogling my own Mom's tits? What the fuck? 

The alcohol was starting to go to her head, when she turned she stumbled a little one side catching herself on the couch arm. 

But, hey, why should I beat myself up? she wondered. Like mother like daughter, right? 

She put the thought out of her mind and took another sip of the vodka. The depth of the irony was lost on her. 

Technically she had homework to do. English. Jess scrunched up her face into an expression of pure loathing. "Ugh." She said aloud, confidence boosted by the booze, she was unconcerned about her mother waking up. "Fucking Mr. Piper is an asshole!" He had taken her aside yesterday after class and told her that if she didn't do an outstanding job on her final research paper, he was going to flunk her. He would do it too, that dick. He had flunked her last year too, hence her second senior year. 

Jess wandered into the den, swinging the vodka bottle idly forward and back at hip-level. The alcohol coursing through her veins warmed her cheeks and gave her courage. 

"Fuck Mr. Piper." She said aloud to the empty room, nodding decisively afterwards. 

And fuck homework, fail or no fail: it was party time. "I don't give a fuck.‚" She muttered. 

When she reached the den she stopped dead in her tracks. 

The cabinet stood wide open. Dozens of bottles beckoned to her. 

"Holy. Fucking. Shit. This is too good to be true," she shook her head: her mom never the cabinet open. She giggled a little, "Mom must have gotten blitzed." 

She dashed over and ran her fingers over the tops of all those bottles. The cabinet was almost a full foot and half deep and it was packed tight. It looked like hundreds! She noticed that her pussy was moistening, which made her embarrassed. That was something else that had been getting worse over the last months, or getting better depending on how you looked at it. She couldn't go a day without getting turned on by being drunk, thinking about getting drunk, or seeing someone else drunk. Last week her crotch and turned into a sopping mess when she saw Elizabeth Hurley's drunk scene in Austin Powers on tv: she had spent next hour rubbing herself and cumming her brains out. She couldn't polish off a few screwdrivers without her hands ending up between her spread thighs, rubbing herself to a sweaty climax. It just felt so‚... right, so‚... good. 

She shrugged. Whatever. Don't think about it. The freakin' cabinet's open! 

The cabinet seemed to be calling to her. "Jeeeeessica‚....‚" It seemed to say, "Jeeeeesssica‚... come and partake of my high-proof insides.‚" 

Jess giggled. "Don't mind if I do.‚" 

Where to start? Rum? Whiskey? More vodka? 

Wait! She beamed as an idea hit her. There were tons of empty pop bottles in the garage recycling bag! She go get some, pour booze into them, stock up a whole arsenal and not have to worry about having her parents notice any missing bottles! 

"I am a frickin' genius!" she crowed, the vodka now really starting to take effect. 

After she had retrieved twenty or so empty Pepsi bottles, carefully rinsed them, and arranged them in a row along the top of the cabinet, Jess began to sample the stock, taking 2 or 3 slugs from each bottle, wincing, coughing and grinning, then putting it gingerly back. After each sip she would nod and smack her lips and make the concentrated, vaguely quizzical face that she saw wine aficionados make on tv. When she found one she liked she filled one of the Pepsi bottles and labeled it with a sharpie. Of course, after awhile of this, she was no longer content with just a few sips from each bottle and was gulping them deeply. 

This wine aficionado likes her wine a bit too much! intoned an imaginary announcer in her head. She chuckled. Her belly was now hot from all the liquor and its heat was swirling out into her limbs and rising hard in her cheeks. Her tongue started to throb. 

"Ladies and gennelmen," She said grandly, mimicking her imaginary announcer, although he hadn't had a slight slur to his voice. "She'll be havin' a hard time fi'ishing out the evening if she keeps up this pace!" Jess laughed, imagining a crowd murmuring. "Don' worry fol'sh! She's a trained an' comp'tent professional!‚" 

She paused, looking at her collection of liquor filled pop bottles. The labels had become progressively less legible. "Her han'writing is sufferin' greatly, too." She announced with a snicker. She couldn't even read the last two labels she had done. The last one she could make out seemed to read: "Good." 

She pondered hard through her growing drunken haze. If she closed up and locked the cabinet, neither of her parents would have any cause to suspect that she had been in there. 

In fact‚... She smiled slyly. She could just take two bottles of vodka from the back and none would be the wiser. She had covered her tracks so well thus far, it meant she could double back and be a little bit daring. Why not? 

Giggling at her cleverness, Jess carried her bounty upstairs, walking in unsteady, curved lines. 

After the last of her Pepsi bottles were safely in her room Jess returned for the final step. 

Now, she had to find the key to the cabinet. Knowing her mother, it was probably still in the lock. She went to look, and, sure enough, there it was. Taking out the two bottles of vodka, Jess carefully locked the doors and went back to the sofa where her mother had passed out. She toyed with the idea of keeping the key, but that might arouse suspicion. Between her father's job in New York (he only came home every other weekend) and her mother's increasingly hard-core alcoholism, Jess had been able to hide her own drinking for nearly two years. Now, just finishing the last few days of her second senior year (she was finally graduating, at age 20), she didn't want to risk exposing herself. That might mess up her college plans. 

She dropped the key into one of the deep pockets of her passed out mother's bathrobe. Since the woman would most likely wake up and head right to the cabinet tomorrow, get drunk again, Jess could just wait for the inevitable and take the key when she passed out. Then she could get a copy made and be ready for an incredible summer of drinking as much as her little heart desired. Something told her that that would be quite a lot. Her pulse quickened and her pussy moistened at the thought. 

There was still the matter of the remaining vodka that she had gotten from the table. She had placed it back in front of her mother so there would be no cause to suspect that anyone other than her had drunk it. There was still a little left, to maintain the illusion. But, it was pulling at her. 

I've already had quite a bit, she thought, better not go overboard. I still need to‚... to‚... 

She swayed there for a moment, staring at the bottle. It was the end of her high school career (almost) and she didn't plan on attending the graduation ceremony. (No one would have come to see her anyway.) She had no plans until August! There was that matter of the English paper for Mr. Piper's class. But‚... 

"Why the hell not?" she muttered and grabbed the bottle. "Fuck English." 

She upended the bottle and sucked down the last few draughts. The vodka went down so much easier, she thought, now that I'm wasted. She didn't even gag when she lowered the empty bottle and placed it on the table. The bat would think she'd drunk the whole thing. A relatively simple plan, but it always seemed to work. Her mother didn't think so well these days. 

"Thangsh, Ma‚" She said with a snicker. 

Jess stumbled back upstairs and closed her door. Without so much as a second thought, she fumbled the lid off of one of those two vodka bottles. 

Time to go for broke, she thought. 

Her chest grew tight as she considered what she was about to do. 

Don't think about it, she told herself. Just do it! 

She took a deep breath and tilted back the bottle and began to drink: 3, 4 swallows. She exhaled violently through her nose. 5, 6 swallows. The vodka burned her throat. Her tongue, held down and out of the way of the flowing booze, throbbed. 8, 9 swallows. Tears began to gather in the corners of her eyes. 11, 12. Her hands began to tremble. Finally, after 14 swallows, she had to take a breath.

She immediately began fighting the urge to gag. She had never taken so much at one time. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, her fingers rapidly balling into fists and relaxing in a cycle that seemed to go on forever. After about 5 minutes, her body relaxed. She looked at the bottle and giggled. She'd drunk well over half. Probably two thirds. The warmth of the alcohol began to spread outward from her belly. She flopped down onto her bed and noticed how aroused she was. She reached up under her skirt and began to finger herself. She took great pleasure in the way her sensations seemed out of sync with reality. She rolled back and forth on the bed, feeling as if she left her brain behind each time and it had to hurry to keep up.

It was her favorite drunken feeling. 

The warm heavy throb of her own blood in her ears inexplicably brought a memory up. It rose like bubble into her awareness. A crystal clear memory from four years ago when she had gone to her first really big kegger party; at the time she had had beer before, even lots of beer, had liked lots of beer, but she had never had hard alcohol before, and when she got her first taste (Captain Morgan, it had been) she had fallen in love the smooth bite, the burn in her throat, the way it made her feel giddy right away. 

As the evening wound down and a lot of her friends were leaving or finding their way to couches and sleeping-bags, she had been three sheets to the wind, gulping vodka in cranberry juice like it was water. She couldn't stop; it was too easy to drink it. With beer there was always a lot of trips to the bathroom, you had to burp all the time, too much in your tummy made you feel sick; but with the vodka it went down so smooth. It had been the first time that she had ever made a drunken fool of herself: she had flashed every guy she could for no reason whatsoever and kept falling down and crawling, laughing and laughing. She had loved it, loved every ridiculous, attention grabbing second of it. But toward the end of the night, right before she blacked out (she woke up the next day outside on the wet lawn) one of the guys who was still up, a senior named Paul, who had been one of the coolest guys she had ever known at that time, had turned to one of his friends and said something that Jess had never forgotten: "There's always one, man. There's always that one girl who just can't seem to get enough booze and doesn't know when to stop. It's sad, dude. I'm serious. You go to any high school, anywhere in this country, the world even, and there's always at least one.‚" He gestured toward her. From her vantage point on the ground, Jess had seen his expression, a mixture of condescension and matter-of-factness. It had cut deeply, but it had also resonated. Why fight it? Why deny it? She had thought to herself many times since: there's always one, I'm that one, that's me. 

As quickly as the memory came, it went, carried off by a rising tide of drunkness. Without thinking, something that happened a lot when she was drunk, Jess tugged off her shirt and then tugged her ample breasts out of her bra. With deep squeezing motions she massaged them with both hands, moaning a little as she did. She'd had a bunch of boys do this over the years, but none were as good at it as she was herself. She got off on the whole idea of playing with herself: it was so freaking hot to be so sexual, it was so... naughty. 

She lay there, playing with her big breasts for about five minutes, and then the alcohol hit her like a ton of bricks. It was a good thing she was lying down when it did, too, because she would not have been able to remain standing. 

She stretched languidly and grinned, blood roaring in her ears, a deep throbbing that originated in her groin and then rolled out from there in hot waves. It wasn't often that she was too drunk to stand. She liked it. I could get used to this, she thought with a grin. 

Suddenly she frowned. All the liquid she had consumed since arriving home had filled her bladder to the brim. Her stomach was pressing tightly outwards. 

"Aw shit, ah godda pee!" she declared, exasperated, to the empty room, not sure why she was speaking out loud. 

She slid off the bed to the floor and began to crawl toward her bathroom, it was just down the hall from her room. After just a few feet, barely even halfway to the doorway, she pitched forward onto her face, hands grasping and flopping in a useless attempt to regain control. Once she was face-down on the dirty carpet, her cheek pressed up so her lips pulled back from her teeth she began to laugh, slow and chugging. 

I'm even too drunk to crawl! she thought. The thought made her laugh more, laugh harder, which made the room spin. 

Her big tits held up her chest slightly; they felt weird against the cold floor, like pillows, big fleshy pillows. Her nipples felt good though, she thought with a giggle, they felt like big blossoms of pleasant sensation on the surface of her pillows. She rolled over onto her back and lay there giggling for a moment. 

"Ahga pee" She called out at the ceiling. "Ahgaaw go‚... ‚... gaww‚...‚" 

Holy shit, I'm drunk! She thought. 

And she's drunk as shit now, ladies and gentlemen! The announcer was ecstatic. So was the crowd in her head, they loved it! 

Something about her prone state, her gently jiggling tits, the scratchy carpet on her back, made her lower stomach clench in that wonderful way. She felt herself getting wet. "Oh my gaaawd,‚" she wailed happily. Of course, getting turned on only made her have to pee even more. She rolled back over and did a belly-crawl the rest of the way, dragging her hard nipples against the carpet; out the door and down the hall. "Ah... mmm.... ah.... .... mmmm." She gasped, loving the feeling. 

Look at her go, ladies and gentlemen! The announcer gushed. Those titties don't slow her down none! 

When she finally made it to the bathroom, she struggled to her feet, using the sink and the toilet for support. She reached over and grabbed the towel rack so she could turn and sit down. As soon as her cheeks hit the seat, she let go‚... and pissed right through her panties. 

"Sshhhit!" She cried. 

She began trying to take her soiled panties off, often having to grab a hold of something as she lost her balance and started to list to one side or the other. Once she had them off, she planted one hand firmly on the floor and tossed her wet panties into the shower stall. Now she had to figure out how to get upright again. Jess began to giggle again at her predicament. She rolled her head to one side and tried to focus on the side of the sink. It was blurry, but she thought she could grab it. It took 3 tries, but once she had it, she was able to pull herself up.__It didn't work. Her legs were like rubber and she ended up in a heap on the bathroom floor. She laughed long and hard about that, too. She was totally, helplessly wasted and loving it! Once again, she resigned herself to the belly crawl and went back out into her room. 

There sat the bottle. 

"Ya'noe." she slurred, with a sly grin. "Ahshoo... jrink shamore, shoun'n ah?" She looked around for whoever was going to give her an answer. 

There was no one. 

But she was sure she could hear a crowd going wild. They wanted her to finish it! What a spectacular finish! Here she goes, ladies and gentlemen! 

I do have to have an empty for Mom tomorrow, she reasoned, forgetting that she had already put one out. 

Feeling very pleased with herself for remembering such a small, important detail even while royally wasted, Jess, without thinking, started to squeeze her breasts again, as if to reward herself for her sensational cognitive capacities. This drinking stuff is a piece of cake, she thought. 

Releasing her breasts she sat back against the side of the bed and tried to target the bottle. By closing one eye she could get a pretty decent fix on it. With a grunt she groped for it. She almost knocked it over, but was able to get it safely into her lap. A lopsided grin on her face she lifted it and stared blearily at the vodka within. It looked like such a small amount. No more than 5 or 6 shots worth, anyway. "Hmmph," she sneered. "Nod efen a prob'um. Won' efen ge'me tha' jrunker, mucher‚... uh‚... ya‚... jrunker mucher." She took a moment to giggle at herself, then lowered the bottle back to her lap and put her fingers on the lip, to get her bearings. 

With a drunken grin, she lowered her mouth to her fingers. Her teeth bumped against the glass. Then she lifted herself up and tilted the bottle up: draining it. It occurred to her as the last little bit disappeared from view, on a fast track to her bloodstream, that instead of swallowing the vodka like before she had just opened up her throat and let it slide down; she was numb enough that the burn was barely noticeable. What a good idea! she thought. It was kind of like deep-throating liquor! That thought made her clit throb pleasantly. She wondered why. 

Letting the empty bottle drop to the side with a thud, she just sat for a moment, letting her head hang forward loosely, waiting for the new level of drunkness. The room swam and started to spin slowly around again, like when she had been lying on the floor, with her as its axis. 

The world's revolving around me for a change! 

It made her wet. It made her clit quiver. 

There had actually been more like 8 or 9 shots worth left in the bottle, now that she thought about it. Oh well, Jess smirked. I'm fucked up either way! 

She sighed happily and stretched. This was good, she thought, this was the life. She could understand why her mother did this every day. 

She found herself looking forward to doing this throughout the summer, too. In August, she would start college. Since she would be an unknown in the college town, she would finally get to use her fake ID. She could keep her room very well stocked with the allowance her father would send her. Granted, she would probably flunk out of all her classes since she would likely be too drunk to go to any of them, but in November, she would turn 21 and the trust fund her grandfather had left her would finally be hers: ten million dollars. She had sat down and calculated it out a few weeks ago (something that had proved to be surprisingly difficult for her to do, even with a calculator... It had been as if even the simple math needed was calculus... It had taken her hours). If she were to live to the age of 101, she could spend over 300 dollars per day for the rest of her life! That was a LOT of booze!

She laughed aloud, unable to contain herself. She would never have to be sober again! She kept giggling as drunken oblivion closed around her. The room spun faster and faster. 

"Aaack..." She tried to steady herself against the bed but found out too late that she reached out her hand in the wrong direction and there was nothing there to support her. She tumbled onto her side, grinning. 

"Oh mah god,‚" she breathed. The room was spinning so fast that she couldn't get a fix on anything; wherever she looked all she saw was a blur of motion. Without thinking, she reached up with eager hands to grab her tits. Squeezing them together as hard as she could, Jess giggled and giggled. 

Ladies and gentlemen! Her goose is cooked! 

*** 

Almost two weeks later Jess woke up and stretched lazily as the morning sun angled across her exposed breasts from her bedroom window. She was naked, lying in bed. The sheet under her was bunched up on one side so the mattress was exposed. It must be morning, she thought dimly. With a naughty giggle she began to play with one of her nipples with one hand and with the other she clumsily fumbled for the vodka bottle that she knew had to be on her night stand. She frowned slightly at her lack of coordination as her hand grasped empty air and then bumped painfully against the corner of the stand. I'm still hammered, she realized with a smile. 

"S'not gonna work," she mumbled aloud, commenting on her failed attempt. "I'm too jrunk." 

She lay there miserably for a minute, and then rolled over to try for a better angle. 

She looked blearily at the bottle, trying to target it precisely; it washed in and out of focus. 

"Wow," she tried squinting, "thas crazy." Gingerly, she extended her arm, fingers waggling eagerly. She almost knocked it over, but managed to wrap her fingers around its neck. 

The bottle was almost empty, but that didn't bother her. The glint of the sun off of her key to the liquor cabinet brought a stupid smile to her face. Whenever she finished a bottle, she just went down and swapped it out for another. The genius of the plan was in its simplicity, she thought. 

She propped herself up on her elbow and tried to get her mouth to the bottle. It took her several tries, but she finally got it. Opening her throat, as she had learned, she drained the bottle. The vodka burned viciously as it went down and when she swung the bottle back down she fought back the urge to gag. After only a few seconds she managed to swallow and breathe again: it was getting easier to take the vodka in faster. She tossed the bottle to the laundry pile next to the door and then flopped back down on her pillow and began massaging her breasts with both hands. 

"Ooooooo..." Her mouth made a perfect O as she found her rock-hard nipples and started to pull on them. Hard. Her heavily lidded eyes crossed as the fresh vodka started to work on her in conjunction with the stimulation of her sensitive nipples. 

Her back arched with pleasure and she couldn't help moaning a little. "Soo goowd," she drawled. 

The idea of herself at that moment: drunk as fuck after having just woken up from being drunk as fuck, pinching her own nipples like a whore... Her pussy was soon sopping wet. 

She gave her nipples an extra hard tweak. "Ahhh gawd!" She squawked, then giggled at her own cry. She swung her head sideways and gave out another cry, almost as a joke. The booze was hitting her hard. It felt like she was being pushed down from above: it felt great. 

She laughed, though she wasn't totally sure why. 

"Ummm... Ya'godah!" She yelled, unsure of what she was saying. Jesus, fuck, I'm drunk, she thought. 

She glanced blearily at the clock. It was almost noon. She was supposed to be at the graduation ceremony. She had somehow passed English and was graduating. Today. 

Closing her eyes, she let her hands creep down between her legs. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she grinned. 

Her head swam. Her eyes rolled. Her panties were pushed aside. Her fingers tickled nimbly. They told her brain that her clitoris was warm and hard and slick. They told her brain that her pussy was moist and trembling and tender. Her brain told her fingers to knead and to fondle and to plunge and to poke and to twiddle and to diddle. And her clitoris told her brain: more, more, more. 

And then her vigorously stimulated clitoris made everything explode. She came and the world around her became molten lava and her brain became strawberry pudding and in the center of it all, her clitoris sang and sang. 

Ever since she'd gotten the key for the liquor cabinet, she'd been drunk pretty much continuously. Since Mom was always too drunk to notice, Jess had happily pilfered booze like mad. It had been a virtual paradise. The only thing was that she had to be sober on the weekends when Dad was around, otherwise he'd figure out what was going on and change the locks. That would be the end of her supply. Of course, "sober" for her meant maintaining only a mild buzz. Dad paid more attention to Mom when he was home anyway so Jess pretty much only had to drop into the living room every few hours and say something like, "Hey Dad! What's up?" and he thought everything was fine and dandy. Which, in fact, it was. As long as she kept her access to that liquor cabinet. 

Speaking of which... 

Her eyes popped open (but stayed crossed) and she sat up. Swaying slightly, she fought to uncross her eyes. "Fuggin' eyesh..." She slurred venomously. Finally, by locking them on her door and concentrating hard, she managed to get a somewhat clear and focused picture. She scanned the room. There were no bottles left. "Damn," she muttered. "I'm ouw'd!" 

That will have to be remedied, she thought resolutely. 

She suddenly pitched her body forward, slamming her hand down on the bed post for support and hauled herself to her feet. She didn't stay there very long, however. She'd been overly ambitious and couldn't get her balance in time. Jess staggered sideways and rammed into the wall with her shoulder. Her tits rocked crazily. "Aaaaa..." she whined. She spun to the side so her back was to the wall and slowly slid to the floor. 

"Whoopssss..." she giggled, taking stock of the situation. "Too fass." 

This young lady is really going to have to do better than that if she wants to get any drunker this morning. Said her imaginary announcer, who came and went. 

With a grunt, she began rocking back and forth, reaching for the bed post again. Once she had it, she slowly pulled herself back to her feet. She let go, started listing to one side and grabbed it again. 

"Hmmm..." Quite a pickle, she thought. 

Keeping her hands planted squarely on the bed, Jess shuffled over to the night stand to get the key. She looked over at the door and then back down at the key. She didn't want to risk dropping it as she crossed the room, and she didn't have any pockets in the sweat pants she was wearing. She managed to grab the key and then put the ring in her mouth and bit down. Now she could carry it and still have both hands free for support. 

She grinned at her ingenuity: that guidance councilor who had tried to tell her mother that she had to be "borderline retarded" at the beginning of her second senior year was such an idiot. Fortunately Mom had been so drunk at the student teacher conference that she had never remembered to tell Dad. Here I am, she thought, the end of the year and I'm even fucking graduating. Take that! 

Speaking of which, she thought, looking around the room, I better put on some pants before I go traipsing around. Spotting a pair of jeans on the floor she slid them on, only managing to stay upright by holding on to the bedpost. 

Without bothering to put on a shirt, she worked her way across the room and out into the hallway. Once she'd reached the stairs, she sat down and slid down one stair at a time. Her breasts bounced crazily with each step, which made her extremely wet, but she couldn't stop now, she was on a mission. The thought of more booze made her even wetter. 

This young lady will stop at nothing! Her announcer enthused in her head. And the crowd goes wild! 

At the bottom of the stairs, she pulled herself up with the banister and looked across the room at the cabinet. A wide, eager grin appeared on her face. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. 

But then, she heard something... 

‚'J...J...Jessssssh? Izat you?' 

Crap, Jess thought. Mom's awake. She grabbed the key out of her mouth. 

Mom staggered in from the kitchen, wearing her bathrobe and holding a half empty bottle of Wild Turkey, one of her recent favorites. Barely able to keep her eyes open and able to stand only by staggering widely to and fro, she came weaving towards Jess, a look of drunken determination on her face, as if she were competing one of the reality tv shows she loved to watch. Who can make it over to say hello to their daughter before they fall on their ass? Would be the challenge. 

Truth be told, Josie Fox had been getting ready to take Jess to her graduation ceremony (there had been a message on the answering machine from the principle that morning) but had partook a little too heavily of her Wild Turkey and had lost track of time, kept drinking and finally lost track of what she was doing all together. She had been roaming about the house for the last hour, shitfaced and unable to think of what it was she had been getting ready for. 

The sight of her mother in such a state caused a giggle to bubble up in Jess. Mom looks like shit, she thought. 

"Izat...." Mom staggered closer, squinting blindly, her eyelids were drooped down to slits and she kept rolling her eyes around uncontrollably, too drunk to point them anywhere. "Jeezzzy? Izzaawt you?‚" 

"Yeah, Mom, i'ss me." Jess said with a sigh, trying to stifle her slur. With an inward curse she realized that she was shirtless and her exposed tits were pressed against the railing. Just act casual, she thought desperately, Mom's pretty soused maybe she won't notice. 

Even as drunk as she was, Josie did notice something was amiss. But she was unable to put her finger on it. She looked her daughter up in down with comically bleary seriousness. 

"Wussssssaa madder wh'choo, 'onny?" She slurred. "Yoo loog pale... er... er somephin...' She let herself stagger to her left until her shoulder thumped up against the wall and with the resulting stability took a long pull of the Wild Turkey. She winced when she lowered the bottle but then grinned, wide and mindlessly happy, her mouth hanging open at the same time. She looked down at the bottle as if surprised to see it in her hand... "Ooh, ya... tha's good." she slurred to herself. Then she tried to fix Jess with a concerned stare. She barely succeeded. "Ar'choo ogah baby?‚" 

Jess thought as quickly as she could in her haze. Fortunately, it was fast enough for Mom. After a full minute, during which time her mother took two more deep hits off the Wild Turkey, Jess finally ventured: ‚'Um‚... I'm na feelin' ssso good. Ma. Thig'ss the flu." Then, with a flash of irony, Jess added: "I'm gonna gi ssssome med'cin though." She swayed forward again, hard, her tits pressing tightly against the banister. She tightened her grip. 

Mom's head lolled to one side as she regarded her daughter with deeply bloodshot and groggy eyes. She opened and closed her mouth a few times as she tried to come up with some motherly advice. All she was able to think of with was "Oh... Uh‚... Thassa... goow idea. Ge' some me'ssin...... scuss me... Me'ssin'zz goow fer you, 'onny." 

Taking a good hard look at her daughter for a moment, it finally occurred to her what a good mother would say: "If yer ssssig... yooo shood pudda sherd on...' She waved the bottle at Jess's bare chest, "Runnin' roon'‚... topl'zzz izz'n goow'foo da flu." Mom laughed, thinking how silly her daughter was. Who ever heard of running around topless while sick? Then she noticed the bottle in her hand and lifted it to her lips, tipped it back and guzzled down the last of the bourbon. 

When the bottle was empty she held it up, as if to show her daughter. She smiled, obviously quite pleased with herself. Then the smile slowly dropped away as the alcohol hit her... hard. She stumbled back a few steps, her free hand clawed at the wall for support to no avail and she toppled backwards and hit the floor hard, her butt slapping down onto the carpet. "Aw'shid!" She cried, "Ah falled!" She struggled to get back up but could not. 

Jess giggled at her mother's predicament, but made not move to help her. 

"Jeshush Chrissss‚... Ah‚... ah dunno." Mom made another weak attempt at getting up but succeeded only in gyrating uselessly on the dirty floor. Giving up she lay still and almost instantly began to snore lightly. The bottle rolled a few feet from her now limp hand. 

"Thanksss, Ma. Yer ssso sssmart,' Jess snickered. "Now‚... if you'll esscushe me‚... I godda ge' some medizen.‚" She stumbled, giggling, over to the cabinet and surprised herself by getting the key into the lock on only the second try. ‚'Issa RECORD!' she giggled. She usually dropped it at least once. 

Ladies and gentlemen, her announcer cried, our young lady has beat the odds once more! 

"Hey Ma,‚" Jess called mockingly as she perused the ample selection, "betchoo won'd min' if ah ged me a coupla boddles oudda yer cab'ned, huh? How couldjoo mind? Yer ou'd cold‚...‚" 

Jess pulled out two bottles, one of rum and one of vodka, and staggered back to the stairs, the key once more safely clasped in her teeth, leaving her mother passed out on the floor. 

She staggered back to her room, kicked off her jeans, and opened the bottle of rum she had grabbed. She took a few sips and found herself thinking about her mom. Over the last months Jess's thinking (if you could really call it that anymore) had become increasingly soured when it came to her mother. Her conviction was that her mother was hopelessly and incurably stupid, not due to her drinking but simply due to some inherent character flaw. Jess's mind flitted to that day after school when her mother had first left the liquor cabinet open: how much of a moron do you have to be to leave that thing open, Jess thought, how could you not know that your daughter would totally be waiting to pounce on the opportunity. Jess smirked and took another sip of rum. Come to think of it, it sure was a good thing Mom was so dumb, otherwise I wouldn't be so drunk right now. 

A few minutes passed, Jess continued to sip the rum absent-mindedly, not paying any attention to how much she was taking in. The rum tasted sugary after the vodka. Her thoughts were stuck on her mother. She's so gullible, Jess thought. You could tell her anything, and she'd believe it. Like just now: the flu? Who the fuck would fall for that? Only a complete moron. You could see it in the way that Mom always said the most obvious things, just blurted them out as if they were important or even mattered. Maybe that was why Dad liked her so much. He was such a control freak. Mom was so stupid that she must be a total push-over in the sack. She probably does whatever Dad wants. Jess giggled as she drank and ended up swallowing too much air with one sip of rum so she had to belch, the alcohol burning her nose as she did. 

Jess laughed. "Whadda fuggin' dumbass," she slurred aloud to her empty room. There was a pause as she tried to figure out whether she was talking about herself or her mom. No, no, she told herself, Mom's the one who's stupid, not me. Dad, though, was a different story. Jess leaned back and lifted the bottle for a nice long pull. Dad was‚... 

Then, as if on cue, Jess heard the front door open. 

She froze. Dad was home and she was plastered! ‚'Sssshhhhit...' She fumbled to get the cap back on her rum bottle. 

This was totally unfair. She wasn't totally sure what day it was, but yesterday had for damn sure not been Friday. She would have drunk a bunch more if it had been. 

He was home early! 

Downstairs she could hear her father's footsteps heading for the base of the stairs. Shit, that was where Mom was! 

‚Oh, honey,' Dad's voice drifted up the stairs and under the door. ‚'Don't tell me you forgot!' 

Jess managed to get the cap back on and put the bottle under the bed. Her heart pounded furiously. 

'Damn it, honey. Just look at you!' Dad's voice boomed. ‚'We've got to get you cleaned up!' 

Jess crawled back into her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. If Dad came up here, her only choice would be to try the same tactic on him that she'd used on Mom. 

'Where's Jess?' Dad continued. There was a pause. "What?" Maybe Mom would be too drunk to say anything. Maybe Dad wouldn't be able to wake her ‚'Sick?' Yep. Mom had definitely woken up. Maybe he would leave her alone long enough to sober up. 

Then, to her horror, Jess heard her father's heavy footfalls on the stairs. ‚'Hey Jess?' he called. 

Her horror turned to terror as she glanced over at the door and saw the empty vodka bottle still lying atop her laundry. ‚'How ya feeling, sweetie?' Dad's voice was getting closer. 

She realized she'd never be able to get to the bottle in time as a knock came on her door. ‚'Hey Jess?' 

""Yeah, Dad.' She said weakly, trying to sound casual and sickly at the same time. 

"Your mom said you were feeling sick.' 

"Mmmm-Hmmmm.' 

"Ok, well, uhmmm...' Dad fumbled with his words for a moment. "Hey, listen. I don't know if your mom told you, but she and I are going on a two week Caribbean Cruise.' 

Jess balled her fists in anger. What an asshole! He hadn't even had the decency to let his own daughter know that he was taking a vacation without her. Oh, no. He'd left it up to his perpetually-sloshed wife! Then, rattled out of her by this shock came the realization that she was supposed to be at her graduation ceremony today. My fucking graduation! He forgot! She thought, Well, I forgot too. 

"So... Uhm... Yeah,' Dad continued. "We're going today... and... uhm... Anyway, I just wanted to say Bye-bye honey, and uh... Look, I'm not going to open the door, with you being sick and all... I, uh... I don't want to be sick on my vacation. You understand, right?' 

"Ssshhur, Dad,' she slurred as she heard him walk away. She was furious. "Loogat misser mutherfuggin' nice guy... misser sensitive...'Gah-bye 'oney.' Fug you." She glanced over at the bottle by the door. At least he hadn't come in and seen it. 

She rolled over and reached under her bed to pull out the rum. It was funny how, whenever Dad was home, that was when she most needed a drink, and yet, it was the only time she couldn't take one. Well that was going to change starting now! She twisted off the cap and took a few healthy swallows. "Mmmm." She said, almost against her will. She was angry. What gave him the right to be such a prick? Nothing. That's what. 

Although, now, she could just pretend to be sick whenever he came home and she wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. She sighed happily. There was always a bright side to everything. 

"Good LORD!' she heard Dad say from downstairs. "How much are you drinking these days, honey?" 

It took Jess's alcohol-soaked brain a full minute of grinding its gears to figure out that her father had just looked in the liquor cabinet. She had been taking bottles left and right. It was probably over half empty! Jess sat bolt upright in the bed. Please, Mom, don't say ANYTHING! 

Fortunately, from the sound of things, she wasn't having much luck communicating at all. 

"What?" Dad's exasperation was obvious. "What are you trying to say? For gods sakes hon I can't understand a word you're... Just... ... yeah, Wild Turkey.... uh huh... I see. No, no, there's more. Just get up... Get up ok? You're a total mess. What? No, I'm not mad. I know you enjoy your liquor, dear. I'll get that cabinet filled up again. Miss Gomez can..." Dad sounded tired. "I'll get the bags loaded and we'll be off. Alright?" 

"Goood Riddins!' Jess mumbled and took a celebratory pull from the bottle. Thank god for rum! she thought with conviction. I'm going to get royally shit-faced, in honor of Dad being as gullible and stupid as Mom! 

"Whoops" Jess paused and cocked her head to one side, thinking. She had forgot about opening her throat. "An' our heroine goesh fer a big-ass, open-throad chug." Jess-the-announcer intoned with a stupid grin on her face. 

She lifted the rum to her lips again, this time allowing it to spill down her throat. She felt her nipples go hard as the booze flowed easily into her belly. Her ears started to ring. After a few moments she lowered the bottle and eased back against her pillows, enjoying the rising drunk. 

An hour later, Jess heard Dad was trying to get Mom out the door. 

"Come on, come on. Yep‚... Whoops! Ok, babe, careful‚... careful. Look‚..." He sounded pissed. "‚... we need to hurry or we'll miss our flight. We have to fly to Florida, the cruise leaves from the Keys‚... whoopsy-daisy." 

Mom seemed to want to do something before they left, because Dad's voice took on a defeated tone. "Oh, alright. Just be quick, okay?' 

Jess could hear Mom coming up the stairs. Slow, uneven steps. She rarely came up here except to give Jess a sloppy hug when she was feeling particularly "motherly", and that only happened when she drank brandy. 

Even with the approaching footsteps, Jess sat still, untroubled, her mind blank, clutching the rum bottle with both hands. 

When fumbling came at the doorknob, Jess realized what was happening. 

"Crap!' she hissed and put the still half-full bottle on the floor between her bed and night stand, just out of sight from the door and pulled up the covers again. 

Mom burst into the room, stumbled sideways, and grabbed hold of the dresser to keep from falling. She was wearing a skimpy little yellow sun dress that Dad had obviously helped her into. It barely covered her. Jess's pickled brain re-made a simple connection that always disappeared again soon enough: I totally get my tits and ass from Mom! Look at that rack! 

Mom looked around in a daze, as if she were trying to remember why she had come in. 

"Whassup Ma?" Jess asked, worriedly. She was too drunk from the rum to hide her slur. 

When she saw Jess, Mom's face (now heavily made-up) brightened. "Ooooh, tha'z raayy'd!: she cheered. "Buh-bye, Ssssweeetie! Mommy's gowin onna trip! Uh Cruuuuuuuuise!' She tossed her arms over her head and attempted a pirouette, but only managed to knock Jess's desk chair over. She leaned heavily on the desk and giggled slightly, surveying the damage in slow-eyed sweeps of the room. She didn't look like she had any idea what was going on. 

Jess chuckled stupidly to herself. Fucking Mom. 

"Oooops!" Mom finally said with a slack grin. Her heavily lidded eyes rolled around slowly as she tried to think. "Ah'm uh... kinna... jrung righ' now shweedy..." The hiccup rocked her body back hard. Mom started giggling like a girl half her age. "Izz nothin' ta be... cah'shern 'boud‚... uh... I'm fine... ... really... Mommeesh jush fine..." 

Shoving herself off from the desk Mom stumbled across the room and plopped her ass down on the bed next to Jess. "Mommy'sh juss' jrun ‚... Jus' jrung. Don' worry boud Mommy, ogah?" She cooed and gave Jess a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. Another massive hiccup racked Mom's body, her breasts testing the capacity of the tight little dress. The powerful aroma of high-proof whisky enveloped Jess's face, causing her nipples to harden. 

Jess pulled the covers over her head. "Bye, Ma.' 

Mom sat on the bed giggling and hiccupping for a bit. Jess groaned. "Ma, why don' choo leave?" She said from under the covers. "Ah'm sig‚... yer goin' onna cruise, righ'? Go!‚" 

Just then her mother gasped and stood up suddenly. "'Olly mu'ffuggein' shid!" She cried, "Wassat doin' here?' 

Jess whipped the covers back off her face just in time to see her mother reach down and pick up the bottle of rum. 

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! She felt like the world was about to come crashing down. This was the end. She was found out. 

Mom looked blankly from the bottle to Jess's stunned face and back, her face registering little; slack-jawed she furrowed her brow, not comprehending. Her body jerked hard from a hiccup, which seemed to jar her brain out its trance. A slow smile crept onto her flushed face and she nodded, chuckling knowlingly. 

"I mussa kum up on you‚... er‚... come up here‚... ta cheg on you b'fore an' don' eevin... don' eevin r'm'mber." She laughed loudly, "See?" she held up the bottle, "ah lef' a bo'lle of ligger up'ere." She raised her eyebrows and blew out a disbelieving breath. "Goddamn Wah'ld Durrgy fugs me up," she muttered, as though to herself. She gave a decisive nod: "I godda be more careful from now on, don' ah shweedy?" 

Jess gaped: Seriously? She was getting away with this? Could Mom actually be that far gone that she couldn't put two and two together? Could I be that lucky? 

Her mother swayed there by the bed, staring at the floor as if deep in thought, then gave the bottle a loving pat. "Godda be garef'l were I leev you." She told it, as if it were a small child she were caring for. She paused, hiccupped, then gave Jess a suspicious look. "Ya di'in dring any'a zis s'uff, didjah 'oney?" 

Jess quickly shook her head "Nuh-uh." she said meekly. Then, as if on cue, she belched loudly. The taste of rum filled her mouth. She braced herself for the accusation that she was certain was coming. I must look like I'm freaking blasted right now! She thought. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyelids wouldn't lift above half-mast. Mom had to know... or at least suspect. There was no way she couldn't‚... 

"A'ss good," Mom cooed, not noticing anything. "A'sss real good." She nodded seriously, and, leaning forward at the waist so that her butt stuck out comically, she gave Jess a paternal wag of her finger. "Yoouu shoun' never efer ‚... inna million bahzullan yearz dring dis stufff, Jezzigah. I'sss ba' fer you." 

Smirking, Jess tried to change the subject. "Are ya really gon' out dressed like that, Mom? Yer dress'd lig a whore." She snickered, "Yer tits are practically hangin' oud." 

Her mother snorted. "Wha'ssa pruh'lum? So I go' ti'ss!" She giggled and stumbled out a few steps away from the bed, clutching the bottle in one hand and reached up with her other to hold up her disheveled hair. "I loog good don' I? Yer fah'der'ss da one 'oo pigged zis pigged zis‚... uh‚..." She gestured with the bottle at her tiny dress. "Zis thing‚... ‚... Ah sin'gha loog good as good as shid! Ah cou' be a fuggin'‚... model, huh?" 

Jess giggled, "Yeah, Anna Nicole Smith." 

"Whoose ad?" 

"Never min' Mom, yer dress looks nice." 

Mom beamed. "Ah know, huh?" She preened for a moment, running her free hand down her side to smooth down the yellow fabric, stumbling about as she did so. 

Then her face fell and, as if overtaken by some completely irresistible impulse she unscrewed the cap of the bottle and held it up to her nose. She sniffed a few times and her eyes rolled back into her head. "Awww my gawd!" she shouted, so loud it made Jess flinch, "tha' sme'llzz fuggin' good! Wha'zz thiss anyway?" She held the bottle up close to her face, peering blindly at the label. Yet another hard hiccup shook her. "Rum?" She made an eager noise. Oblivious to the fact that she had been in mid-conversation with her daughter, as well as to the fact that she had just been condemning alcohol consumption, she hefted the bottle up, holding it tightly with both hands, put it to her lips and started sucking down its contents hard and fast. 

Jess watched, fascinated, as rum spilled out from around the corners of her mother's mouth and dribbled down onto her chest. It was so weird to just lie there and watch her mother drink. She had never done it before. It was kind of gross. Though it also made her a little wet. Mom was such an alcoholic! It was almost funny. Jess snickered a little. It was funny. Feeling suddenly extremely turned on she put her fingers between her legs and started to rub herself gently, hoping blearily that Mom wouldn't notice. 

As she sucked greedily at the bottle Mom made little grunting noises in the back of her throat. Like a pig, Jess thought. She giggled and then moaned, rubbing herself harder. 

After awhile Mom lowered the bottle and drew an arm across her face, smearing spilled rum all over and puffed out her cheeks as she exhaled hard. "Woooo... " 

Half of what had been left of the bottle was gone and Mom's already flushed face was now glowing beet red. The fresh booze made her mood turn playful. Grinning she went back to the bed and lightly swatted her daughter on the shoulder as if she were a loyal confidant. "Ya know... ah prolly shounghen' be jringin' ziz suff..." She cackled and flashed her daughter a sly smile, "...bud I dooo!" She cried, and let out a loud braying laugh. When it subsided her flushed face turned thoughtful. "Ah been jringin' a whole lodda‚... lodda thiss zuff, asshully." 

Jess shrugged and nodded at her shitcanned mother. Her fingers continuing to rub. She bit her lower lip from the pleasure. "Yeah, I know Ma‚... You‚... ‚... you lig ta jrink, I know. So what?" 

"You bedder fuggin' believe id!" Mom crowed. 

With a sharp intake of breath as if she were about to dive into a swimming pool Mom tilted the bottle up to her lips again and staggered back a few steps, guzzling fiercely. Jess was in awe. Say whatever you want about the old bag, but goddamn she could put it away! Jess realized she was actually jealous. Jealous and turned on. 

Dad's face appeared in the doorway. "Honey, PLEASE! We've GOT, to GO!' He tapped his watch for emphasis... which was totally lost on Mom, who still had the bottle glued to her lips. The last bit of the rum was quickly gone and Mom lowered the bottle, her eyes rolling back into her head and her mouth hanging open. 

"Aaa' gawww'!" Mom drawled, the alcohol obviously hitting her. She stumbled sideways wildly and slammed into the wall and reeled off it. 

Jess pulled the covers over her head again. Couldn't they just get out of here? This whole thing was ruining her buzz by this point. 

"What the hell?‚" Dad snapped, "Are you drinking more?" 

Mom held the bottle upside down and shook it, her face as eager as a child's "Izz'r any more?" Finding no more she shrugged and let it drop. It clattered to the floor and rolled under Jess' bed. 

"Josie, honey, let's GO!" 

"Aaawlraaah, shweee-dee. Mahmee'sss gonna lee' juu'oo beee..." Mom's voice was barely even recognizable around the slur. Jess squirmed, rubbing herself hard, not caring if Mom or Dad saw anything. Fuck them. She felt Mom slap the blanket directly over her face in some kind of drunken gesture of affection. 

"What is she doing under there?" Dad asked. 

"She'zz naaah doin' nudden‚... She'zz‚... she'zzz ju's shayin' 'er prayerssh ish all‚... ‚... Righ' 'oney?" 

"In the morning? You're losing it, Josie. Whatever‚... hurry please, the car's started." 

"You be good, kay?" Mom managed to say, "Don' do an'aa'thin dat ah won'n do, ogahy?‚" Then to ram home the absurdity of her statement, when she turned toward the door she made two flopping attempts at moving her legs at the same time as she fell sideways to the ground with a loud BANG! 

Jess rolled her eyes. 

"Agh!" Mom cried, rolling to one side so that she was on all fours, "Ah felledd dooww!" She burst into a fit of that same braying laughter. Both of her breasts had popped out of her dress in her fall and were bouncing freely in the open air. 

"We can all see you fell down, dear." Dad said with a sigh as he hurried into the room and hauled Mom to her feet. Dad tugged futilely at the dress trying to cover his wife. 

"Goddamn it, babe," he muttered. 

"Yeaa bu'... yea' bu'..." Mom stammered belligerently, "Bu' ah godda dru'mmafergaha!" 

She's not even making sense anymore, thought Jess with giddily continuing to rub herself. The rum had fucked her up bad! 

"Do'n mah dress loog hod?" Mom cooed, giggling stupidly. "Do'n ah loog ligga'‚... ligga Anna Nigga Smi' er somephin'?‚" 

"Have fun the next few weeks, Jess. We'll see you when we get back.' Dad closed the door, dragging Mom along with him. "Watch yourself now on these stairs, dear." He said. Mom responded with a high reedy gurgle that disintegrated into giggles 

Almost as soon as the door closed Jess came. "Aaaahmmph!" She screamed into her pillow. Panting she didn't move again until she heard the car pull out of the driveway. Then she threw off the blanket and went to grab the rum bottle, but of course it was empty. 

"God, DAMMIT!' she shouted and she threw herself onto the floor to get the other bottle out from under the bed. 

It turned out to be a bottle of gin. Not vodka. She crinkled her nose at it. She wasn't a big fan of gin, that's why she had started with the rum. She sighed and took several large gulps from the bottle. 

"Blaaah!' she groaned, but quickly brought the bottle back to her lips for several more swallows. She couldn't get the image of her mother's beet red face sucking rum out of her head. That pig-noise. 

Her head swimming, Jess staggered out of the room and back to the stairs. She stood at the top and swayed for a moment. After another large gulp, she slid down the stairs in the same way she had before, but this time, she paused for a sip of gin each time she bounced down a step. She looked at the bottle. Gordon's gin. Gordon was a funny name. 

By the time she reached the bottom, the bottle was over half gone, and she tumbled to the floor, laughing hysterically. What kind of name was Gordon anyway? A gin named Gordon? Gin should be named... gin. She laughed and laughed. There was no way she was going to be able to stand up again, so she crawled toward the cabinet on all fours, stopping periodically to take another long pull from Gordon-the-bottle. The hardwood floor downstairs was even dirtier than her carpet. Mom never cleaned the place and the maid only came by once a week. Gin dribbled onto the floor which she then crawled through, smearing dirt onto her knees and palms. 

The glassy surface of the hardwood was so smooth, even though she could see a thick film of dust and grim on it, and... somehow heavy. Not heavy like to lift but heavy like it was crushing down on her. How could the floor crush me? Jess thought with a laugh. I must be going crazy. The gin had started out tasting kind of bitter with a tangy aftertaste, now it didn't taste like anything. Not only her mouth but her whole face was numb. Numb and hot. It felt like every ounce of blood in her body was in her face. 

Before she got to the cabinet she flopped down on her side and couldn't get back up, although she did try several times. She giggled loudly at the fact that she was now too drunk to move. "Ssss callssss fera dring! Cummeer Gor'en buddy!' she shouted out into the empty room before opening her throat and draining the rest of the bottle. 

Jess gazed longingly at the three cabinets that swam up above her. "Ah fug... Ah'mm see'n trippal... " 

Her brain coiled tightly in her booze-filled head. "Oh gawww'‚... ah'm jruuuung!" She cried. "Mooooommy!‚" She whined, reverting to a long-repressed mental frame. "Mommy, helb me up!" She giggled. Mommy was gone. Mommy was gone in more ways that one. She laughed and laughed. Mommy's a drunk and she's on a cruise. No help there. 

Her fingers relaxed and the now-empty gin bottle rolled away from her. She sighed with contentment as the world spun away into darkness. 

*** 

Here Comes Jimmy 

Jess awoke the next day, having remained passed out for almost twenty-four hours, her head pounding fiercely. It felt like her eyeballs might launch from their sockets at any moment. She groaned and put her hands over her face to block out the light coming in from the living room window. 

For a moment, she couldn't figure out why she was in the living room, but then she saw the empty gin bottle several feet away and groaned again. It all came back to her in a whirl. Her parents were gone, which would have been fine, except Dad had looked in the liquor cabinet before they left, which meant that she wouldn't be able to pin her forays into the cabinet on Mom while they were on their trip. 

"Crap,' she muttered as she sat up. The room began to spin dangerously, so she flopped back to the floor. She was still drunk. She glared at the now-forbidden cabinet with bloodshot eyes, cursing it. "Stoopid cab'it!" she moaned. It was then that she noticed that there was a large puddle on the floor, in which she was lying. "Um." Her head reeled. "I pissed myself?" She couldn't believe it. "Holy shid." She giggled weakly. That was pretty bad, right? Mom never did that‚... Or did she? 

Jess rolled over and crawled into the kitchen. Maybe she'd find some more booze there, or possibly in the family room. 

The kitchen was no help, but in the family room, she found one of Mom's half-empties between the sofa arm and the wall. "Thank God!' Jess exclaimed. 

It was a bottle of Southern Comfort, which Jess immediately grabbed and, opening her throat, started pouring into her empty belly. She let herself take in a good portion of the syrupy goodness, relishing how totally free she was. I can drink as much as I want, she thought triumphantly: it was like a dream come true. Take that Dad! The SoCo tasted like candy and made her stomach churn vigorously. As the pounding began to subside, she looked around for the cap. Not seeing it anywhere, she simply shrugged. 

"Fuck id! Guess I'll hafta finnish it,' she told the sofa, grinning, and brought the bottle to her lips again and drank deeply. 

Suddenly, she realized something: it came to her all at once. A blinding flash of insight. If she couldn't pull from the cabinet, how was she going to make it for the next two weeks? Being able to drink as much as she wanted wouldn't matter for shit if she didn't have anything to drink. 

She set the bottle on the coffee table with a loud thud. "Oh fuck," she declared dismally. 

She hauled herself unsteadily to her feet and went back into the living room. She looked around half-heartedly for any other left over booze Mom might have left around. Nothing. Sighing she noticed that the message machine light was blinking. 

2 new messages: it said. 

Jess pressed the button. Her mother's familiar slur promptly bubbled out of the speaker; she sounded even drunker than when she had been dragged out of the house, if that were possible. 

"Aaay 'oney‚... iss yer‚... yer Mu'er‚... ." 

Great. Jess thought. Just great, rub it in Mom. You get all the fucking booze in the world, I get nothing. Thanks. 

"We're a' duh‚... uh‚... a' duh aar'po' bar an'‚... uh‚... Wha'der we goin'? Oh yeah! Yeah we're goin onna onna trip‚... ‚'oney! We goin' onna cruize bu' we haffa fly down'a Flori‚... um, scuse me. We godda go'duh Florida, 'oney. Ogah? Cuz‚... well‚... ah ‚'onno cuz why we‚... ah don'‚... ‚... jeesh ‚... shes higg'upsh er ouda condrowl!" 

Jess furrowed her brow. What was the point of this call? 

"Sooo, uh‚... ..aaah‚... Sooo we're inna airpor' now‚... inna airpor' bar! Iss'a goo' ting day hadda bar 'ere 'oney, cause ah was thi'ssy. Ah'ss juss callin' ta‚... ta‚...‚... ah o'know. Why'd ah call? ‚... Ah don' know why ah called for‚... ‚... scuse me. Ah guessh‚... uh‚... Oh! Yer fayder shays we ay'rea'ee tol' you bow' da trip! Shorry ‚'oney. Ah fuh'god‚... Bye-bye 'oney! See you inna while !" 

Beep! 

Jess sighed, well‚... Mom sure was drunk. It wasn't fair. 

The second message from the school, they were concerned about Jess's absence from yesterday's graduation ceremony and were wondering if everything was already. They explained that it wasn't necessary for her to have walked in the ceremony, it was, after all, merely ceremonial, and that Jess's diploma would be sent over in short order. 

She moped around the house for the next hour, sipping despairingly at the Southern Comfort bottle, trying to maintain her buzz, which she could practically feel slipping away. She had almost resigned herself to drinking from the cabinet anyway and just figuring out some story to tell her parents when they got back; a party maybe, maybe I'll say I threw a party, I might get grounded, but that would be all: but then she happened to glance out the window. There, across the street, was her answer: Jimmy Quesenberry. 

Jimmy was back home from college for the summer and was currently busy mowing his parents' lawn. He was kinda cute. Pale skin with a spattering of freckles on his forearms, copper-red hair, and an endearing lopsided smile. He'd had a crush on Jess in Elementary School, Jess, in turn, had a crush on him in Middle School, though somehow they had never managed to date. Maybe now would be the time to try again... especially since he was twenty one. An evil grin spread across Jess's pretty face. This might work out better than the cabinet. 

Jess gingerly climbed up the stairs, took a shower, put on her tightest halter top (sans bra, of course) and a tight little pair of shorts that showed off not only her legs, but also the first few inches of her ass cheeks. She pulled her hair back into a pony-tail, threw on a pair of shades to cover her blood-shot, heavy-lidded eyes and hopped out the door, her big tits bouncing pleasantly and her pussy wettening with the idea of what she was about to do. 

Jimmy had finished mowing and was now in the garage straightening out the tool bench. He was off in a world of his own and didn't notice Jess' approach. 

'Hiya, Jimmieee!' she shouted, causing him to jump, and nearly impale himself on a leather punch. He spun around angrily, thinking his sister was going to give him grief about something, but his jaw dropped when he saw Jess. 

'Holy SHIT! Jess? Is that you?' 

'Mmmmm-Hmmmm.' She slowly walked toward him, making sure her breasts bobbed and bounced for maximum effect. Looking at Jimmy's pants, she knew it was working. 

Jimmy swallowed. ‚'Uh... You... uh... You look GREAT!' His eyes were glued to her tits. 

Jess grinned and threw her arms around his neck. ‚'Hey Jimmy... I'm up here...‚... Predigable much? ‚... Yer not loogin so bad yerself.' 

She could feel his rock hard cock against her as he squirmed nervously. He gulped again, ‚'Uh, Jess? Are you drunk?' His voice quavered. 

With a confident smirk she rubbed up against him in hard pushing gyrations. ‚'Well," she drawled, "maybe a just a lil'bit." She pouted. "I hadda lil' dring this mornin'. Nah much. I swear.' She paused her gyrations and gazed into his eyes from behind her sunglasses. Sweat was beading on his brow and his eyes looked like a frightened rabbit's. His cock was practically trembling with tension. She grinned wide. Oh, yeah. He wanted her bad. Time to reel him in. God she was good. "Hey... uh... Jimmy," She began rubbing on him again, "I wuz wunnerin' if you'd come over to my house win yer dun..." She waved an uncaring hand at the tools on the bench, "... doin' wha'ever id is yer doin'. Cashup on ol' times. Maybe... even 'ava drink? Hmmmm?' She gave him her most sexy smile. 

Jimmy was in a daze. She had pressed herself up against him in such a way that he had a clear view down her shirt, and he was mesmerized by it; her tits were mashed up against his chest and kept pressing rhythmically up and down on him. He could feel her nipples. He shuddered helplessly. ‚'I... uh...' He shook his head to clear it. ‚'Huh? What? What did you‚...?" 

"Come over?" 

"Oh! Uh, sure. Uhm... Just let me clean up and I'll be over in... twenty minutes?' 

"Tha'ss too long" she pouted. She let her hand slip down to brush his butt. "I wanna hang out sooner than that." 

‚'Fifteen then? Sure... uhm... Alright then! I will see you in a bit!' 

‚'Mmmmmm...' she smiled, pulling slightly on her shirt to give him an even more revealing view. I'm acting like such a whore! she thought impishly. "I'm loogin forward to it.' With that, she spun around and wove her way back across the street, sashaying her ass back and forth, leaving Jimmy standing speechless in the garage. 

Puddy in my hands, she thought with a grin, puddy in my hands. Guys were so gullible and stupid. Just like Mom and Dad. This was a cinch. 

"Now, fer'a drink." She muttered. 

Jimmy arrived in ten minutes, breathless and, Jess could see, still totally aroused. 

"Hiiii!" Jess shouted as he walked in. She was lounging luxuriously on the sofa, the same spot where her mother usually drank herself into a stupor each day. The connection did not occur to her. 

Jimmy ran his hand through his hair and looked around, nervously. ‚'Hi, uh... are your parents around?' 

Jess busted up laughing. ‚'Nooooooooooo! Ssshilly!' she said, rolling her eyes. ‚'They won' be bag fer... fer... uh...' She thought for a minute, trying to remember what her Dad had said. She remembered and grinned with delight. She held two fingers up in front of her face, she wasn't sure why... Maybe to remind myself for later, she thought dimly. Then she held them out at arm's length for Jimmy to see. " Fer TWO WEEEGS!" She busted up laughing again and fell over sideways on the couch. 

Jimmy still looked nervous. ‚'Uhm... maybe I should come another time?' 

Jess laughed even louder. ‚'You ´aveta cum one'z ´fer you kin cum agin!' When he didn't respond to her clever joke, she got unsteadily to her feet and swayed over to him, letting the seriousness of his face add to the sexual tension that was building. She arched her back, sticking her tits out hard against her halter top's flimsy cotton fabric. Her nipples stood out sharply. She giggled. He didn't move until she grabbed his crotch which made him jump and back quickly away. ‚'Yer √´bouta cum inna minit anyways!' She cried with a giggle. 

‚'You're drunk.' He backed up against the door. 

‚'Hhmmm. Sssso whut!" Jess drawled. "I'm preddy mush always drung,' she giggled as she pressed herself up against him, taking his hands in hers. She wasn't really sure how telling him that would help with her plan, but she also didn't really care too much. She was getting really turned on. His cock was pretty big. ‚'You know you wan' me, Jimmy. Amiddit. You wan' me more'n anyfing innis worl'.' She pulled his hands up under her shirt and placed them on her bare breasts. "You wanna fuck the shid outta me... doncha Jimmy?" Oh my god, I'm such a slut! Jess thought, her pussy churning pleasantly. 

He squeezed slightly. ‚'Oh, God...' he moaned. ‚'I've always wanted to do that.' Jess felt his already huge cock grow impossibly larger. The boy was about to explode! She giggled. 

‚'You've wan'ned ta do more'n jus THAT!' She began to grind against him. 

Jimmy released her breasts and pulled her close, his kiss was full of over a decade of pent up emotion. It was all Jess could do to push him away now. She was fully aroused herself, but she needed something from him. 

She spun away from him. ‚'Waid a minnit,' she muttered as she stumbled over to the couch and grabbed her purse. 

‚'But...' 

‚'Sshhhhhhh,' Jess soothed. ‚'Id'll be eeeeazzy.' She swayed slightly as she pulled a crisp Ben Franklin from her purse. One of the benefits of having a rich father who did not want to spend any time with her was that he was always throwing money at her. She didn't buy fancy clothes, she didn't go out, she never spent the money on anything, so she had over a thousand dollars in cash saved up. She waved the bill in Jimmy's direction. "Aye want you ta tage this'an..." she almost lost her balance, but caught herself on the arm of the sofa. "An' go'an buy 'zmuch licker as you can wiv it." She stumbled back into his arms. "Win yoo git back, we'll have sum fun. Kay?" She nipped at his ear playfully. 

Jimmy grabbed the money and was out the door so fast Jess couldn't tell if his feet even touched the floor. 

‚'Atta'boy!' she said and she flopped back onto the couch with a sigh. 

*** 

Jimmy burst into the house about forty-five minutes later, a large box of bottles in his hand. Jess's low-slung eyes sparkled as she gazed blearily at the bottle caps sticking above the top of the box. 

‚'I, uh... Hi!' Jimmy managed. 

Jess was now totally nude on the sofa, cupping her tits with both hands. 

His eyes locked on her lifted breasts. ‚'I, um, I got you some bottles of... uh... of‚... uh‚... Jesus Christ.' 

‚'Bub'..... Bo'lz uv... Bottlz uv wha?' Jess slurred, barely able to speak. Despite her reservations, she had taken big swigs off of random bottles in the cabinet while Jimmy was gone and she was pretty much shitfaced by this point. 

‚'Well,' he said, pulling a bottle from the box. ‚'I've got some rum, some... uh...' He set the first bottle on the coffee table and pulled out another. ‚'Some schnapps, vodka, whiskey, gin...' 

"Oh, nah gggiiinnn!" She whined and sat up slowly, languidly. She felt like jelly. Once sitting she looked around pensively for a moment then looked back at Jimmy. "Don' l'ge gin, Ginny‚... ‚... uh‚... ah mean Jimmy." 

‚'Oh, uhm...' Jimmy looked down at the bottle in his hands, suddenly uncertain. "I didn't know you... You didn't say anything about what not to get. I guess I could take it back...' 

"Nooo... No, no, no, no‚... don' do tha'." Jess mumbled. She shoved herself onto her feet and staggered over, her breasts waving out in front of her like advance guards. She grabbed the bottle from him. "Gimmie that!" She giggled. It was Beefeaters this time. The gin bottle from yesterday... Her mind swam. What had it been called? Oh, yeah... Gordons. 

"Gor'een's iss a good gin." She told Jimmy matter-of-factly as she grabbed onto his shoulder to keep from toppling over. 

He stared at her, uncertain. "What? Goren?" 

Her face darkened: the Beefeaters label loomed up at her as she peered at the bottle intently, blinking her half-mast eyes. It was exactly the same look her mother had given the rum bottle the day before. "Thisss one'zzz nod Gor'ns..." She mumbled. 

"Uh... Jess... You seem... Are you okay?" Jimmy was shifting nervously, unsure of what to do. He'd always thought that Jess was just a quiet girl: not particularly bright, really really hot, but quiet and... well... nice. This Jess just seemed like a drunken moron with sex on the brain. Sex and booze. 

She grinned, realizing that either way it would get her drunker. "Bu' izz okay. Ah'llll dring id, Jummy, don'choo worry bou' tha'.' She cackled, "Ah mean, algah'hol iz algah'hol ah a sher'en point right?" 

She grinned at him as she twisted off the cap, dropped it on the floor and took several deep swallows from the bottle. She winced a little at the bite. It tasted very different from vodka. But: she was right: at a certain point alcohol was alcohol. Her nipples rose instantly to attention. Jimmy gaped down at them. 

She leaned forward and whispered into Jimmy's ear: ‚'Jusss don' ged it agin, K?" Then she grabbed a hold of the front of his shirt and pulled him with her onto the couch. 

His hardened cock was straining to burst free of his shorts. Jess fumbled with his belt with one hand as she took another hit from the bottle. Her nipples were hard like pencil erasers and her pussy was starting to slime her thighs. She licked her lips. 

‚'Wha... what are you doing?' he stammered. 

Jess laughed. ‚'Ah tol yoouu weee're gonna hav sum fun!' She put down the bottle and used both hands to work on his belt buckle, to no avail. 

She pouted at him. ‚'Aye nee shum helb here Jummy. Aye kan giddid off. My'ss figgurssh 'er all numb." She held up her hands to show him. Jimmy's eye's didn't leave her rack. But he relaxed a bit. 

"Ok, I'll help you." He undid his belt and pulled off his shorts and boxers. His cock stood like a flagpole. "Are you sure about this?" 

But Jess was already on top of him. As she carefully positioned herself over him she had the best idea in the world: it came to her in a flash of brilliance without warning, like all her great ideas. 

"Wer gunna pley a lil' dringin' game." She pressed her face right up next to Jimmy's and he wrinkled his nose at the strong stench of alcohol that hung on her and intensified every time she exhaled. She grabbed the bottle and waved it over his face, grinning like a crazy person, a maniacal sparkle in her bleary eyes. "Ev'ry time you thrust, I godda tage a jring." She shoved herself down on his hardened member and began grinding against his pelvis. 

Jimmy almost lost it right then, but regained his composure. ‚'Uhm... Aren't you already‚... really wasted? That sounds... kind of like a bad-' 

Jess held the bottle up to her lips and peered down at him expectantly over her flushed breasts. ‚'Mmmm Ah'm waaaaaa-din!' she sing-songed around the bottle with a big grin standing below low-slung eyes. 

Jimmy began to gyrate his hips, entering her from an angle and exiting from the opposite. Each time he entered, Jess took a swallow from the gin bottle. It was about as consistent as a dog lapping out of its dish. glub,, glub,, glub,, glub,, glub... The burn was almost annoying at first, then it got boring. Then it disappeared. This is the greatest! Jess thought dimly. 

It was hard for Jimmy to tell if the moans that seeped out from around the bottle were due to him or the gin. He didn't care though, her pussy was tight and so wet that his balls were soaked. And those tits!! He groaned. 

She rocked back and forth, back and forth. They sped up and she began to just chug from the bottle. Her moans increased in volume and frequency. When he exploded inside her she shuddered, wracked by her own orgasm. "MMMaaaaggaaamm" She exclaimed around the bottle, a mist of gin sprayed out from the corners of her mouth as her eyes rolled wildly back into her head. 

The orgasm subsided after a few minutes. Jess dropped the bottle to the floor and took a deep sucking breath of air, coughed twice and started panting heavily. Her stomach stood out, swollen from all the liquid she had just consumed. She held on to the back of the sofa for support, but she didn't know how long she would last. She was already barely able to hold her head up as it was. The liquor was hitting her... hard. 

"'Oo'y fuggin shi'!" She squawked. She had already been seeing double, soon she was seeing triple. The image of her mother's beet-red, drunken face with its slack smile went floating through Jess' alcohol-soaked mind for some reason. That old drunk bitch! Jess thought. She let out a spluttery little giggle. I'm just like her, she realized in a flash of insight. Totally like her. A line of drool dripped from the corner of her open mouth, unnoticed. "Aaamaaaah," she drawled. 

Jimmy was panting too, sweaty from the effort and grinning. This can't be happening, he thought to himself, this cannot be fucking happening. 

"Whew." He said, "you ok Jess?" 

Jess could barely open her eyes, her drool was sliming her left tit. She nodded. "Maaggaa‚..." She said. 

"What?" 

Even though he had already cum, Jimmy kept on slowly thrusting. 

Jess moaned, his cock had softened a bit but was still filling her, still feeling good. 

"What was that you said, Jess?" His hands slid from around her waist down to cup her ass. 

She grinned. 

"Fuaaaggin'‚... yah." She gasped. By this time her neck was supporting her head like a rubber band, her face aimed at her chest. "Ah's fuggin'‚... yaaaah!" She shouted at her tits. 

"I thought you said you were going to take a drink every time I thrust," Jimmy chided with a hesitant grin, having decided that whatever the hell was wrong with Jess, he might as well play along since there seemed to be little he could do to stop her. Hell, it was actually kind of hot. He pointed at the bottle. "There's still some gin left, I think. You want it?" 

Jess lolled her head to the side to look at triple-Jimmy. She stared at him glassily, uncomprehendingly. Her brain was sputtering like an engine out of gasoline, coherence came in little bursts if it came at all. It wasn't enough, she couldn't keep track of what was happening. Who is this asshole with the big dick in me? Jess wondered. She had no clue. None whatsoever. What was he saying? 

"Huh? Jess?" Jimmy smacked her left ass cheek. "You want that gin?" 

There were now two lines of drool, one from each corner of her numb mouth, dribbling down onto her tits. "Uuuhhh‚..." She said. She shrugged her shoulders, unsure of what else to do, unsure of what was going on. "Ah'mmaahg gaaah." 

Jesus fucking Christ I feel good, she thought. It was all she could think. She decided, in a burst of intimacy, to tell this guy whose dick was in her about how good she felt. He deserves to know, she thought dimly. 

"Muh-phumm..." she slurred, not able to form a coherent word. Beside marveling at how good she felt, the only coherent thought in Jess's alcohol soaked head was that somewhere nearby there had to be some more liquor. She waved clumsily to get dick-boy's attention, flailing her arm at his face. 

"Oh man!" Jimmy shrank back just in time to avoid getting slapped. "Jess, cool it!" 

She swung again, her deeply flushed face set in a look of dumb determination. All of her swinging around caused her to almost fall off Jimmy's cock, but just in time he caught her by the waist and set her upright. 

'Holy SHIT! You are WASTED!' Jimmy laughed. "I swear to God I've never seen anybody drink so much at once before! This has gotta be some kind of record, or something." 

Jess grinned and tried to lift her head. This guy's right, she thought: I am totally wrecked. She felt so amazing right then it was not even funny! 

'Pha...pha...mahh...' She waved at the bottle again. Her vision had tunneled down so that she could only see something by looking straight at it, if "see" was the right word anymore, and the guy with the dick she was sitting on was nothing but a bleary blob of fuzz. Jess giggled slyly, continuing to drool: an idea had come to her, a brilliant one. He could get her that bottle, couldn't he, that guy with the dick? He didn't just have a big dick, he had arms and hands and fingers too. She tried to figure out what she needed to do to get him to pick up the bottle and give it to her. "Uhhh..." She peered around herself with a vacant expression, not sure what she was doing. The twin lines of drool swung lazily with each turn of her head. Oh yeah! She made a vague pointing gesture toward the bottle. It took all the mental powers at her disposal to summon up the right English words. "Giiimmie... tha‚..." 

"Ok, ok‚... I will." Jimmy laughed, this was too much, he thought. It happened to be just within his reach, so he handed it back to her. ‚'Drink up,' he said. ‚'You got some catching up to do.' 

Jess no longer had the coordination to get the bottle back to her mouth, so Jimmy helped her and even tipped it up for her, never stopping his gyrations. This time she just opened her throat, it was easier that way. Better. The gin slid down like satin, no more bite, no more nothing. When the bottle was empty she licked her lips and wiped clumsily at her drool slimed chin and neck. "Oh shid‚..." She slurred stupidly. "Ah d'ooo'zzz." I meant to say drool, she thought. I can't talk. She giggled. "Ah jooo'zz!" She shouted. 

"Yeah, ok." Jimmy smirked. "Um, I don't think you should try to talk anymore Jess." 

He gently laid her down on the couch and repositioned himself over her, between her splayed legs. 

"Ah daagoo'sh!" Jess cried emphatically. She had blacked out. Her thin-slitted eyes were completely dead. "Dazz'aah'mee!" 

Jimmy pounded away and Jess drooled happily, unable to feel anything anymore except the happy buzzing throughout her limbs and the big dick slamming into her. God, I love this. She thought again and again. 

When she came to, spinning back to semi-coherency, hours later, Jess found herself dressed and lying on the couch alone. She looked around in a daze, still very drunk. The room was spinning. 

"Hello?" She called out into the spinning room. Where was she? Oh right, her house. 

"I'm over here." 

She turned, blinking her eyes, trying to clear her blurred vision. It didn't clear. Who? Oh right. She smirked. Jimmy. Next door Jimmy. I seduced him, he bought me booze. She giggled. 

'I couldn't just leave you lying there,' said Jimmy from a chair across the room. ‚'I wanted to wait and make sure you were ok before I left.' His voice was tight. "I, uh, dressed you‚... all your jeans were really small so I just‚... kind of had to cram you in‚... um‚... into them. I hope that was‚..." He sighed. "Are you alright, Jess?" 

'A' course I'm awright.' Jess slurred. Her eyes drifted out of focus for a minute and then back again. She giggled stupidly. "A'm juss great..." She pushed herself onto her feet and started toward him, a roguish grin on her face. "Ah'll be even greater if-" She swayed hard, stumbled and in a last ditch maneuver tilted herself back to she ended up back on the couch. She looked around, confused, then started to laugh at herself. What a drunk! she thought. "I can'd walk," she noted, "Guess I'm still wass'ed." She grinned at Jimmy. 

‚'Look, this is serious,' he said. "How long have you been drinking like this? Do your parent's know? I mean, Jesus, you're a mess‚... Your Mom‚... I mean‚... I know your Mom drinks, everyone on the block knows that, but‚... You're not even twenty-one. I mean, this is serious." 

‚'Misser Sewious,' she slurred, giggling, as she began to undo her shirt again. The sensation of her big boobs pressing out against the fabric made her horny. She giggled and started to rub them, her nipples rising to attention. After a few moments of rubbing she looked up and saw Jimmy still frowning. She put on a cute little pout. ‚'Soooo ya don' like to‚..." She trailed off‚... "Whad a minnun." She giggled. "I furgod wha' I was sayin'‚..." 

"You were-" 

"Oh yeah!" she cried. "Dosen... dosen misser sewious like to have fun?' 

‚'No, it's not that... I just...' 

"Doesn misser sewious like to fuck?" 

"What!? Are you‚...?" 

She looked at him demurely. 

He took a deep breath before continuing. ‚'Look, Jess‚... I took advantage of you. You were totally fucked up and out of your mind and I went along with it. I'm sorry. I feel really‚... you know‚... bad about it.' His voice cracked with real emotion. ‚'I hope you can forgive me. I do really like you and think you're beautiful as hell.' 

Jess gazed blearily at him for a moment. Was he for real? It seemed so stupid, so utterly astoundingly stupid. She laughed. ‚'Fergiv you?" She grinned. "Look buddy‚... I'll fergiv you if ya teggoff those shorts, gid out yer big dick an' bring me another bottle. We gozzumore dringing ta do an'‚... an'‚... I'm horny'zz hell." 

Jimmy stood bewildered, shaking his head. "I haven't had a single drink yet Jess. You're the one chugging straight out of the bottle like a crazy person. It's a weekday you know." 

She cocked her head to one side. "So? Whas yer point?" 

He turned his head away, blushing slightly, embarrassed by her strangely sincere face. "I don't know, I guess I just... look‚..." he gave a pained expression, "by the way... you peed yourself about an hour after you passed out." He pointed at a stain on the carpet in front of the couch. "I pushed you off the couch as quick as I could so you wouldn't ruin it and I washed up as best I could." He couldn't look at her as he finished, "Wiped you off and everything." 

Jess stared at the stain. She felt embarrassment surging up in her for the first time. She had pissed herself yesterday, but then she had been by herself. What am I, a toddler? she thought. Jimmy must think‚... She frowned. What did he think? 

"Oh..." She giggled nervously. "Guess I wazz pre'y fucked up, huh?" 

"I'll say! I've never seen anyone get so trashed, Jess. You've really changed since elementary school. You used to be so shy." 

Jess shrugged, "Yeah well I guesh‚... I guesh I wash jus' worried wha' people'd think bag then." She smirked wryly, "Now I don' give a shid. Side's‚..." She cocked her head and thrust out her chest, "thass not all thas changed'zzzinss school, iss't?" She pulled at the front of her shirt so that her cleavage bulged. 

Jimmy gulped. 

"Now where wash I?" Jess wondered aloud. She strained to remember. "Oh righ'," she muttered, "I was takin' off my shird." She finished off he buttons and pulled it off. "Now shuddup and bring me a boddle 'f somethin'." She laughed, "An' nes time ged me to tha bathroom so I don' piss on'a carped." 

*** 

"I wanna wear a short skirt," Jess said aloud. 

She was standing admiring herself in the upstairs bathroom mirror. She was naked except for a black thong. After waking up still drunk from last night's festivities (her memory of them was a hazy wash of sloshing booze, sopping wet pussy stimulation, and moaning, all against a black background) she had let Jimmy make her breakfast; they had showered together afterwards and then she took about an hour to fix herself up with her Mom's make-up case. Now she looked like a million bucks, but her buzz was waning. 

"I wanna wear a short skirt and drink a taaaaaall drink." Jess chuckled. Turning toward the stairs she yelled: "Hey Jimmy-sweetie, bring me a glass of‚..." She hesitated, what did she want to drink? "‚... of some booze please!" She giggled: any booze will do! 

"Uh‚... What kind?" Jimmy's voice wafted up the stairs. 

"I don't know! Pick me out something. You know what I like!" 

Goddamn right you know what I like, she thought. I like alcohol, pure and simple. "If it'll get me fucked up, I don't give a shit." She said to the mirror. Her reflection grinned roguishly back at her. 

She struck a few poses and did a little dance to make her boobs bounce, then she meandered over to her mother's closet and began looking for a proper sexy outfit. Her mom had so many clothes, Jess was jealous. Dad buys her everything! There were too many to choose from. So she just grabbed something that looked sexy and put it on 

A minute or two later Jimmy strode into the room to find Jess in a tight black corset that pulled in her sides and belly so that her hips, ass, and tits were exaggerated to unbelievable proportions. She looked like cartoon character: like Jessica Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Her skirt was so short her ass was practically exposed and she had put on a pair of big hoop ear rings; slut ear rings, Jimmy's mom called them. 

Jimmy whistled, "Wow-wee, Jess. You look great!" 

"Thank you." 

"Here's a vodka tonic." He held out a large tumbler. 

"Tonic?" 

"Trust me." 

She sipped it gingerly. "Mmm, pretty good." 

"Soooo‚... where should we go to eat?" Jimmy asked, putting his arms around her gently. 

"Anywhere you want, baby, I'll take you." 

"Why do we have to go anywhere?" 

"What?" 

"Why can't we just‚... you know‚... stay here and‚... and‚... you know." 

"Get wasted and fuck?" 

"Yeah." 

"Well, call me crazy, but I think I'd like to take you out. You know, see a movie or something." 

Jess raised her eyebrows and scoffed. "A movie? Are you kidding? I don't give a shit about movies. I mean‚... I loved Twilight, but that was based on a book or something, which is kind of lame. I'd much rather‚... just hang out‚... drink." Jess snapped her fingers suddenly, "Hey, that's what we could do. I have a fake ID and you're 21‚... why don't we go to a bar? They have TV's." 

Jimmy sighed, the thought of Jess sucking down drinks in a bar made his skin crawl; she would be out-of-control in minutes and would probably be picked up almost instantly by some other guy. "Ok, well‚... How about if we go see a movie, but we take some whisky in a flask?" 

"Seriously?" Jess brightened, "You can do that?" 

"Sure," Jimmy shrugged, "me and my friends do it sometimes." 

Jess's eyes sparkled. "Oooh, I see‚... You and your friends drink whisky, eh? Mister 'I don't drink.'" 

"Sometimes, I said, sometimes we drink. Besides, I never said I don't drink. I just don't drink like you, " 

"Look," Jess said, "let's go to a fucking movie, or whatever, but let's do it fast, I'm way too sober right now." 

Jimmy winced, "Why do you have to talk like that?" 

"Like what?" Jess asked innocently. Not waiting for a reply she opened her mouth wide and drank the entire contents of the vodka tonic in ten seconds. Smacking her lips as she lowered the tumbler she caught Jimmy's eye. He was looking at her anxiously. "What?‚" she said with a laugh, "I said I was gonna get drunk." She held out the tumbler, "Here‚... Get me another one, only this time forgot the tonic, or whatever. Just vodka." 

Jimmy took the tumbler but shook his head, "You're crazy." 

Jess ran her hands along her exaggerated form, from ribs to hips, the curve was astronomical. "Whatever, Jimmy, get me the fucking vodka, alright?" 

Jimmy sighed. "Hold on.‚" 

*** 

Jess was totally plowed, but she kept chugging away at the vodka bottle she was holding with both hands. Jimmy was holding her upright by her hips as he pounded away at her sopping wet pussy. She had changed their game a bit. Now it was a race to see if she could finish off an entire bottle before he made her cum. 

She lost every time, but that was ok. The game was really just a clever excuse to drink more than she ever had before. 

Jess' brilliant ideas were becoming as far apart as they were increasingly brainless; so when a relatively clear and logical thought popped into her mind it had tremendous appeal by comparison. All it took was the epiphany that she could be drinking even more than she already was to emerge from the fog, and it resounded like a bell through her brain. Jimmy had been hesitant at first, worried that she would get alcohol poisoning. All it took was a few well placed caresses to his cock shaft and his qualms vanished, though. Now all was blissful drunkenness. 

She continued to chug and Jimmy continued to thrust up into her, gritting his teeth and grunting as he did. In the past week, Jess had gone through the entire box Jimmy had brought her and then some. At first there had been some pretence of a relationship, at Jimmy's insistence. They watched a few DVDs and even went out to dinner once, with Jess in varying degrees of drunkenness for all of it. That first "date", as Jimmy had called it, when they went to the movies, had ended in disaster: Jess had gotten so drunk that before the movie was half over she had made such a scene, rubbing her tits and shouting belligerently, that the theater had kicked them out and banned both of them from the Regal Theaters chain nationwide. Jimmy had been so ashamed that he had been a lot more cautious about suggesting "dates." 

The last few days, however, had seen a steady increase in her booze consumption, as she got more and more bored with Jimmy's attempts at lovey dovey hand-holding and less and less inhibited about drinking herself silly. As of that morning she had been too drunk to stand for four days straight. To her mind, oozing with alcohol though it was at this point, her parents wouldn't be back for another week, so there was no reason to hold back now. Jimmy fucked her and helped feed the booze down her throat until she passed out, then he dragged her to the bathroom, deposited her naked body in the tub and then closed the door. While Jess was passed out Jimmy was free to do whatever he wanted around the house, watching tv in the living room or playing video games on her Dad's computer. He would occasionally poke his head in the bathroom to check on her and she would be murmuring to herself in a total stupor, sometimes masturbating and groping her own breasts lewdly, other times whimpering and drooling like a cocker spaniel after an operation. Sometimes he went across the street to his house and hung out with his family, had dinner then come back over to help Jess out of the tub. When Jess woke up she would still be drunk and they would start over again. It was as close to heaven as Jess had ever experienced. Jimmy just couldn't believe his luck at being getting to score so consistently: he liked her too, not that there was that much to like. 

As Jimmy thrust upwards in hard, staccato bursts a massive orgasm tore through Jess's body. "Mmmmph-mmmmph!" She cried, almost choking on the vodka. Careful, careful, careful! She thought in a panic: don't spill any! Don't spill any! 

Jimmy kept pounding and Jess quickly found herself racked by a second orgasm, even stronger than the first. "MMOOMPHH-AAGGHH!" She shrieked, blacking out for a moment. When she blinked her heavy-lidded eyes and regained something akin to consciousness, the bottle was gone from her hand and vodka and saliva were dribbling from her open mouth in a torrent onto Jimmy's abs. "Oaah mah gawd! Ahhh mah gawd!" She shouted as her highly stimulated pussy sent spasms of intense pleasure through her. 

Suddenly she spotted the bottle, lying on its side on her left. "Ah-ha!" She grabbed it and roughly jammed it into her mouth again, dimly feeling it clank against her front teeth. There was still around a third left. 

According to the rules of their little game, at this point, having come, she was supposed to stop for a breather; lay her spinning head in Jimmy's lap and suck on his balls for a bit before the next round, but this time she continued to clutch the bottle to her lips. She was determined to finish this one off, even if Jimmy had already won the game. 

Oh my god, she thought with a tingle and a pulse of wetness around Jimmy's cock, I'm going to be so fucking drunk if I finish this bottle. So fucking drunk! So fucking drunk! She knew what she had to do. Nothing was going to stop her now! Dumb determination filled her. She was a girl with a mission. ", , , ." Unbeknownst to her, precious vodka was spilling from the corners of her mouth with each gulp. 

She could make out the level of vodka in the fifth as it inched downward. Come on, come on! 

"Hey!" Jimmy shouted, alarmed. ‚'What are you doing? I thought the game ended when you came!' He reached up to take the bottle from her, but she twisted away from him, sucking down the vodka as if her life depended on it. 

", , , ." 

If she hadn't been completely brain-dead off the alcohol, she would have noticed that she had started making the same pig noises when she chugged that she had noticed her mother make the week before. ",‚...,‚... ,." 

"Jesus, Jess!" Jimmy shouted, "Stop!" He tried to grab the bottle again, missing. 

The combination of him releasing her and her twisting caused Jess to fall backward on the bed so that her head was between his feet but their hips were still together. 

The bottle slipped from her numb fingers and fell beside her. She turned with it, keeping her mouth on it and when it came to rest between her shoulder and his ankle she was still able to drink, awkwardly it was true, but she would have to settle for what she could get. She was, after all, on a mission. 

I better get a hand on it to steady it, she thought dimly. She swung her arm up, with the idea of grabbing the bottle and holding it up a little bit, just enough so she could open her throat and finish it off before Jimmy could get it away from her. However, she had absolutely no control and instead of grabbing the bottle her hand missed its mark and ended up coming down on her breast instead. 

As good a spot as any, she thought with a shiver of delight and began to rhythmically squeeze. Her nipple was already hard as a rock so she gave it a hard tweak. Another orgasm hit, even though Jimmy's cock had slipped out of her. "Mm'mah-gah!" She wailed, taking her lips off the bottle. Vodka spilled onto her shoulders. Nooooo! It was getting wasted! 

She tried to sit up, to move, to do anything‚... but couldn't; all that vodka was hitting her, driving her down. She couldn't move. She flexed her lips out as if grasping them for the bottle, looking like a howler monkey in mid-mating call, as if she would call it back by sheer will. The bottle, of course, didn't budge. She groaned and tried to roll over to grab it again, but only succeeded in floundering helplessly, her body refusing to do anything she asked of it. But despite the fact that she had failed at her mission, a huge grin was on her deeply flushed face. She was loving every second of it. 

I'm a fucking drunk, she kept thinking. Yessir, I am a fucking drunk. 

Jimmy sat up and grabbed the bottle. There was so little left it had barely spilled after it had made its escape. Jimmy looked at it and then at her. 

She made a plaintive sound and reached up both hands in a gesture of desire. I want it, I want it, I want it, she repeated to herself like a mantra. The world seemed to be slowed down, practically to a frame-by-frame replay-like crawl: she loved the feeling. Yet somehow she couldn't help wishing, in a vague way, that she could slow it down a little more. Just a little more. That would require more booze though, and oh how she wanted it. 

Jimmy was holding the bottle up out of her reach, staring down at her with concerned eyes. She had started drooling. 

‚'Gaaaa... dahfff... fiiiizzzh'aaah!' Jess slurred desperately, groping for the bottle again. Her tongue felt like rubber and her ears rang hard. She could barely see. Her chin was covered in drool like a baby. "Gaah‚... bah‚... geb'bab‚..." 

Jimmy held it up higher over his head. ‚'You're INSANE!' he exclaimed. ‚'You are so drunk, you can barely move or talk or anything and you want MORE!?! Look at yourself, you're drooling! This is totally fucked.' 

Jess's hooded, glassy eyes stared blindly in his general direction. They blinked twice, slowly. 

Was this guy for real? She wondered. I don't give two shits about drool. 

She wanted that bottle: that was all. 

‚'Ga fffishhh id,' she slurred dejectedly, making one more half-hearted grab for the bottle. Her hand slapped down on her booze-filled belly. She frowned, realizing how much liquid there was in there. "Ah godda pee." She whined. Her head rolled to one side as the alcohol began wrapping its tendrils around her consciousness. She giggled weakly. She knew the blackness was going to overtake her very soon, that she would piss herself, and not be awake again for many long hours, but she was sure she had never taken an entire bottle at once like this. It seemed a shame to stop now when she was so close. It was a milestone. A landmark along her drunken highway. And Jimmy was ruining it. ‚'Ga ffffishhh id...' she whispered miserably as her eyelids grew ever heavier. 

Jimmy sighed heavily. ‚'I can't believe I'm doing this,' he said as he lifted Jess's head and brought the bottle back to her lips. 

Jess gratefully swallowed down the last few gulps and the bottle was empty. She let out a deep sigh of contentment. 

‚'Thang'oo J'miee,' she called out, her numb mouth barely able to slur, as the blackness finally took her. "Yer'a bessssss." 

*** 

When Jess came to, the sun was setting, streaming rich, warm light in through the big west-facing windows. 

I must have been out for the whole day, she thought. 

She forced herself to sit up, which set the room spinning crazily. A combination of residual drunkenness and lack of food had reduced her brain to what felt like a blob of jelly. 

A blob of jelly that I just wiggled, she thought. A huge grin erupted on her face and she let herself fall back onto the bed hard. Her jelly-head squirmed enjoyably. 

"I just wiggl't my jelly 'ead." She said aloud pointlessly to no one. Her voice came out a wretched croak. "Oh‚... ‚... gawd. I soun' like shid.‚" 

Gazing up at the spinning ceiling she drew in a deep breath. She felt the now familiar urge to drink even more, to stay drunk. There was also a simultaneous urge. It was the last vestiges of pride and responsibility she had left, they said: Look, getting wasted is fine, but you should really sober up, eat a meal, get some fresh air, take care of yourself; and if you then want to have a few dozen drinks, go ahead. 

A brief skirmish between these two countervailing urges followed. After a few minutes, Jess's gluttonous irresponsibility won out, as would now be customary. 

Why shouldn't I stay wasted? My parents are gone, my boyfriend doesn't mind. I might as well. These thoughts went through her jelly-head like ripples along its surface, no sooner had they passed into her consciousness then they headed for her spinal column, determined to take action. 

Without getting up (that was the key! she thought with excitement) she reached over, extending her arm as far as it could go, and grabbed one of the several bottles of vodka that stood majestically on the nightstand. The sight of its gleaming contents, coupled with the feeling of its heft, instantly made her pussy sopping wet. 

Trembling inside, she took a long swig from it. Ironically the liquor, as it entered her belly, seemed to bring the room back into a degree of focus. 

Stupid room, she thought, taking another swig for good measure. Don't you know you're supposed to spin and stuff when I drink more? 

The next five minutes were spent steadily taking sip after sip of that clear, delicious, drink-of-the-gods. As she sipped, Jess turned over and over in her mind the image of her mother, chugging booze day after day: the old bat knew what she was doing, didn't she? 

When the bottle was nearly gone and the heavy wave of fresh intoxication was rising up and drowning her jelly-head, dissolving it like a penny in coca-cola, Jess felt a vague discomfort coming from her groin. She dropped the bottle off the side of the bed, where it clunked unceremoniously, and frowned. 

Strange, she thought, it usually feels good down there when I drink. Right? 

She looked down, eyes struggling to focus. 

Her belly was visibly distended, her bladder filled to the brim. She looked a few months pregnant. She realized that she must have already been ready to go the bathroom before she drank even more vodka. 

"Oh shid." 

She struggled to think. What should I do? 

It came to her in a flash. "Jaaahmmy!" She cried. 

Jimmy came bounding up the stairs almost instantly, like he had been waiting around right there. He burst into her room, a look of relief on his face. 

‚'I was getting worried,' he said. ‚'You stayed out cold for so long and I decided not to put you in the tub this time, but to put in your bed‚... You seemed so peaceful‚...' 

He walked over and sat on the bed next to her. ‚'Well, I'm just glad you're alright.' He laid a gentle hand on her wrist, smiling. "Hey, did you spill some vodka over here, babe?‚" He gestured beside the bed. 

Jess was unable to focus her eyes, so she just grinned as widely as she could in his direction. "Yaa'ss ah did,‚" she drawled luxuriantly. "Ah can'd shee too good, so‚... ah jus' dropped dah bobble.‚" She giggled at her slur. "An' dah craa'wow goesh wild,‚" she intoned softly. 

Jimmy's face fell as he realized she was shitfaced drunk. "Oh." He shook his head. "Jesus, Jess. You're as sloshed as you were when I put you to bed!" 

"Awwww, don' worry ‚'oney, ah'm aw'rahh'd'." She slurred slyly. She tried to give him a sultry look, which took the form of her rolling her eyes back into her head and lowering her lids to slits so she looked dead. Rather than being reassured, Jimmy furrowed his brow, more upset than before. 

"Um, Jess‚... We need to talk, okay?‚" 

"Ah'm with yooo, arn I?‚" Jess declared, missing his last statement. "Ow could ah nod be aww'rahh'd? Huh? Tell me‚...‚" An idea occurred to her and her face fell. "Ah's jrunk as shid tho', huh?' She giggled, beaming again. "Yaaa, bud tha'ss a good thing!‚" 

"Did you hear me babe? We need to‚...‚" 

Rolling away from him to the other edge of the bed, Jess stood up with the help of the nightstand. She swayed from side to side, one hand on the nightstand, the other held out for balance. 

"Babe?‚" 

A kind of dumb arithmetic was being calculated in her head to decide on her chances of successfully making it to the bathroom under her own power without falling flat on her face. No way, they said, not a chance in hell will you make it even five feet. Jess grinned, proud of her problem-solving skills, and swung around to face Jimmy, stumbling as she did so that she had to grab onto the bottom bedposts of the bed to stay upright. ‚'Aye, Jummy‚... 'oney. Kin' you helb me to duh bafroom. I godda pee.' 

"I'll bet you have to pee." Jimmy came around the bed and put his arm around her waist then put her arm over his shoulder. He had to lean down a bit, but that was ok. It forced him to look straight down at her naked body, which was something he wasn't sure he would ever get tired of. "You're a goddamn maniac Jess." He said, giving a half-smile. 

"Thangsh." Jess demurred‚... then the pressure in her bladder spasmed up into her awareness. "Aw shid. Hurry! I don' wanna have an ass'adent!" 

Of course, he did most of the work holding her body up as they rushed to the bathroom. Jess's legs were almost no help at all. 

"Yershow good'a meee, Jummy," Jess slurred as she planted a big sloppy kiss on his cheek. Jimmy is the greatest! she thought. Jimmy is the greatest and I'm the drunkest. She giggled. What a great pair we make! 

Jimmy dragged her into the bathroom and set her on the toilet; her grinning from ear to ear all the while. 

Jess groaned as she let loose. It took several minutes for her to finish, which surprised her. She just kept on peeing and peeing. 

She blinked stupidly at the floor, amazed by how much liquid she had had in her. She raised her eyebrows and looked up at Jimmy from beneath droopy eyelids. 

I can confide in Jimmy, she thought. Jimmy's the greatest. 

"Tha wus a lod." She managed to say, wearing a sheepish grin. 

Jimmy laughed. 

Unsure as to whether or not he had understood her, Jess rushed to clarify; this was serious stuff after all. "Nah, I men'd tha' I juss pizz...... pizzed a'lawd, ya know?" 

"Right." Jimmy said. "I know. You drank a shitload: it has to come out sometime." 

Jess nodded. He was so right. Jimmy was so smart. 

"Yah..." She mumbled. "Gotta... gotta come ou'wd..." She lost her train of thought and sat, slumped on the toilet, her back bent forward like the letter f. She stared at her naked lap, not knowing what came next, lost in a drunken haze. 

"Uh‚... babe?‚" 

Then it came to her. She should be drinking more. Of course! It was all so simple. So goddamn simple yet genius. 

She looked around and sure enough there was a half-full fifth of vodka from God knew when sitting between the toilet and the wall. She reached down gingerly with her right hand and clutched it by the neck, then cast Jimmy a sly glance. Holding it up, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she announced, ostensibly to Jimmy but in effect to the bottle itself: "I'm gonna hafta replace all'a thad, y'know." 

This struck her as funny and she broke out into a fit of slow, chugging, stupid laughter that wouldn't stop. It was all so funny, she thought, especially the part about her: here she was about to drink even more when she was already looped out of her gourd. She let her laughter trail off‚... Look at me... she thought to herself with a stupid grin, I don't even know what time of day it is. It could be morning, afternoon, fucking nighttime for all I know. 

"I'm looped oud'a my gour'.‚" She slurred. 

Momentarily forgetting her plan to drink more, Jess peered quizzically at Jimmy, who was standing in the bathroom doorway, watching. 

"Wha' time'zzid?" She asked, her face scrunched up, puzzled. 

"What? I couldn't understand you." 

She sighed, life was unfair sometimes: people couldn't understand you, you couldn't figure out what time it was. Fuck it. "Nefer mind‚... I'z jus... duh'no wha' time'zz..." She shook her head. Talking sucked, it was hard. "Nefer min'. Id'ossen madder. I can'd talg fer shid." 

Then she remembered what she had been about to do. She held up the vodka. "Oh yah!" She cried happily, beaming. 

"Here we go!" She shouted like a referee. She up-ended the bottle and opened her throat, letting the liquor pour into her. Oh god, she thought wistfully, I'm such a dru-u-u-unk! 

Jimmy gasped. ‚'Jess, wait,' he grabbed the bottle away from her. She'd already downed over half of what was left. 

She gaped at him confusedly through her rapidly deepening drunken fog. Her mind was revolving in slow loops that left behind her memory with each rotation, alcohol flushing directly into her system. ‚'Whay...Whaja do tha for Jummy? Ahzzz jjrink'n tha!" 

"Yeah, I know you were drinking it." Jimmy said, exasperated. "But you need to-" 

"Gimmie bag mah fuggin' algah'hal mutherfugger!‚" She made a wild, uncoordinated lunge for the bottle. Jimmy stepped back as she belly-flopped off the toilet and onto the cold tile. Her tits broke her fall, painfully. 

"Owwie." She groaned. "Why'zz I fall?" She tried to sit up, but couldn't, so she just lay there giggling in little uncontrollable bursts at the tile. "Oh my gawd..." She managed to get out between giggles, "Ah so fuggin' drung." 

"Look Jess, I--" 

"I'm fugggin' jjjrruuuuung, Jummy!" Jess screamed at him. She wasn't swallowing anymore, the fresh wave of booze had taken care of that, so now drool was beginning to well up in the left corner of her mouth. 

Didn't he get it? She wondered. Jimmy sure could be a blockhead sometimes. "Ah'm fuggin'‚... fuggin' up‚... Jummy," She couldn't believe it and scoffed. "You needa gimmie bag mah fuggin' bo'llel an' fuggin'‚... jus'‚... lemme‚..." She halted, fishing for the end of her sentence. Drooling, she let out a giggle. Fuck, what was I saying? The thought had zipped out of her head. "‚... lemme‚... uh‚... ‚... lemme‚... Ah ‚'unno‚... ‚" 

‚'Jess, will you just give it a rest for a minute? Please? There's something I need to tell you." 

As she lay there more and more of the vodka was hitting her. Jess's drooling mouth opened and closed like a fish as she glared at the tiles. "Yer'ssa fuggin' blahg'ead, Juu'y." Jess slurred, unable to her hold her head up she laid her hot cheek against the tile, saliva oozing out of the corner of her mouth onto the floor. "Gimmie ba'g my fugging vod'ga..." She managed... "Pleash?" 

"I'll give it back, I just need to tell you something first! Jesus Christ, Jess." 

Jess squinted up suspiciously. "Juzz gimme th'bo'le an' then ah'll lissin ta whuver you wanna sey." She reached up for the bottle. Would he fall for it? She waited anxiously. The brilliance of her plan was in its simplicity. She just hoped it would work. 

‚'Look, I'm leaving,' Jimmy said miserably. ‚'Mom and Dad tried to put me though school, but they don't have the money, so I've got to do it myself.' 

Jess hiccupped loudly and let her extended hand drop limp to the floor. This wasn't making sense. 

"Whadjoo mean?" She struggled to lift her head, when she finally did she struggled to focus on Jimmy's face, but couldn't, so she closed her eyes instead. She rolled onto her back and tried to wrap her mind around what was happening. It was hard. "Yer leevin'?" She hiccuped again, her tits bounced furiously, making her nipples, already hardened from the cold tile, quiver pleasantly. "Ack!" She cried. She smirked and, momentarily forgetting about what was going on, decided to confide in Jimmy again: "Aye Ju'ee. Ah godda... godda th' hig uz Joommy. Yoo kin dell ah'm jrunk cus ah godda hig' upsh." She hiccuped again, this time so hard it jerked her neck up so that her head thunked back down on the tiles her tits wobbled lazily. "Oh shid, Jummy,‚" she cackled stupidly, "loogit mah boobs!‚" She burst into giggles for a moment, hiccuped hard and then finally managed to remember what was going on and got serious. 

"Are you finished, Jess?" 

"Fin'shed wha'?" 

"Finished being a dumbass?" 

"Oh. Uh‚..." She giggled. "No?" Then she furrowed her brow. "Bu'... wher'r'ya gowin?" She asked plaintively. 

Jimmy swallowed hard. ‚'That day you met me in the garage... well... I had just gotten back from the recruiter's office. I leave for basic training in the morning.' He looked away from her, biting back tears. ‚'If you'd only come over a day sooner...' 

Jess, unable to follow the melodrama, tried to piece it together. ‚'Yer leevin'? How... How...' The room was spinning fast again. She swallowed hard. This was bad, wasn't it? She wasn't quite sure. Where was he going again? "How'zz you gedda... uh... haffa go?" 

"What?" Jimmy frowned. 

"Uh..." Jess struggled. "Where'zz you goin?" 

"I just told you!" Jimmy snapped. 

"Oh." She couldn't remember anything. A sheepish smile on her face, she tried to put it right in between hiccups. "Ah don' thin' too good iz all sometimesh, Jum.‚" She giggled and hiccupped again. 

"Look, after basic, I'm going to be sent overseas. I'll be gone at least two years." 

"Tha sugs." Jess pouted. It was all she could think of to say. She still wasn't quite sure where he was going, but she was pretty sure he said he was leaving. 

He took a long pull from the bottle himself, then set it down and picked Jess up. He carried her back into the bedroom and set her gently on the bed. After brushing the hair out of her face, he went back to her bathroom and retrieved the bottle and brought it back. He was about to hand it to her, but she waved it away. 

‚'Na yet,' she whispered. ‚'I wanna hav segz wiv yoo wha mor tyme b'for yoor gone.' She reached for him. ‚'An' I wanna r'member it, too.' She paused, realizing how drunk she already was then snorted with a grin. ‚'If I can.' 

Jimmy smiled and lowered himself on top of her.

****

A Trip 

The next morning, Jess awoke to find a new stash of bottles on her desk along with a note from Jimmy saying how sorry he was to have to leave her. Jess crushed the note and threw it away angrily. She was equally angry because she wasn't sure if she was more hurt by the fact he was gone or by the fact that her easy access to liquor was gone. 

She glanced at the bottles on the desk. There were five bottles of cheap vodka and a bottle of Captain Morgan's Select. She hid the vodka under her bed, but immediately opened the rum and took several swallows from it. 

She smiled with contentment. At least he had the decency to help her stay drunk for a while longer. She took a few more gulps as she looked around the empty room. Her pussy throbbed; excited and ready for action: the burn of the alcohol on her tongue and the growing heat in her belly were already turning her on. ‚'Now, what,' she muttered. She took a big gulp, opening her throat to get the rum down faster. Without Jimmy here to fuck her, she felt incomplete, like a shoe without a foot 

Suddenly, she had an idea. 

Grabbing her purse, she rummaged around for her fake ID. She may not be able to use it around here, but who would know her thirty miles down the road? She giggled like a loon: she was a genius! "A friggin genius..." She muttered, pulling out the fake ID. There would be tons of hot, horny guys at bars! She'd be able to get one of them to fuck her no problem! 

She glanced out the window at the car in the driveway. Technically, it was hers, but it was a lime green station wagon that was as old as she was. She hated driving it. The kids at school had called it the ‚'Jolly Green Giant,' which had made her the ‚'Jolly Green Giantess.' Despite the fact that it had turned into something of a term of endearment, having to do with her big tits, it still rankled her deeply. Just the thought of it made her blood pressure rise. She lifted the rum and took another long pull from the bottle. Smacking her lips as she lowered it, she nodded decisively, as if she had put a finish to the matter once and for all with that single gesture. 

Dad had promised to replace the Green Giant when she graduated. She'd been so looking forward to a little Escort to take to college. Jess blinked as it suddenly occurred to her how much time had elapsed since he had made that promise. In her nearly constant drunken stupor the last months she hadn't even thought about it, but, so far, Dad hadn't come through. Typical. With a snort and inner vision of stabbing her father in his throat, she lifted the bottle once more. 

She was starting to feel good and buzzed again. "Bout fucking time!" She declared loudly to the empty room. Then she giggled and made a bee line for the door, bottle clutched in hand. Once she was out of the house she threw the rum bottle into the passenger seat and brought her beast to life. She sat for a moment, enjoying the sound of the engine and the growing buzz. 

She was pretty drunk, but not nearly as far gone as she'd been over the past few days. After a good sixty seconds of what might have been called thinking, she figured she'd be fine to drive over to the next town. After all, it was mid-morning on a Thursday. Traffic would be a piece of cake. 

She stopped at a drive-through and got a large Diet Pepsi. The black guy at the window whistled as she pulled carefully up. 

"Hot damn, girl. You fine as hell!" 

"What do I owe ya?" She asked, trying to be nonchalant, hoping the rum didn't smell as strongly as she was afraid of. 

He pointed at the little digital display by the window. 

"What, you blind?" 

"Nod yet." She muttered with a grin. 3.99. She fumbled out four ones from her purse, took her drink and drove away. 

"Hold on baby, you forgot yo' penny!" 

She could care less. After she pulled away she pulled to the side of the road and dumped out half the cup and refilled it with the rum, which darn well emptied the fifth. "Such a friggin' genius!" She sing-songed merrily. She drove off sucking the rum thirstily through the straw as she cruised along. 

Twenty minutes later the rum was gone and Jess was pretty wasted. She was swerving from right to left as she drove along, trying to stay between the lines. 

"Hic-up!" She bounced in her seat, sending her careening towards the ditch. "Oh fug!" She cried and jerked the wheel back, setting her on a collision course with a semi-truck. Barely getting the station wagon under control, she veered back into her lane. Jerking the wheel again to offset her over-correction Jess hic-uped again and breathed a sigh of relief. "Tha' was close." 

"Get the fuck off the road you fucking crazy bitch!" Someone in an SUV shouted as they passed her. 

Jess giggled. Crazy. She was crazy. Just like that Beyonce song: "Crazy in Love". Except instead being in love with Jay-Z she was in love with booze. "Mmmm," She grinned, "I lo-oo-o-ve boo-oo-o-ze!" She tried to sing the hook of the song with her new lyrics but succeeded only in hitting a few random notes. Whatever, she thought, sounds good to me. 

"Where'zz my rum?" She wondered aloud, groping for the cup. Finding it empty she pouted. "Awww. Fuck." 

Squinting ahead she spotted a motel with an attached bar called Texas-Sized Tavern. It looked pretty run-down, but the sign was lit, and the motel's ‚'vacancy' light was on, so she figured she'd give it a try and jerked the wheel to the right. 

Giggling at herself she ran over the curb trying to pull into the parking lot. She didn't really care that much about how good of a job she was doing. She was thirsty for booze, any kind of booze. "Hell," she muttered, "a fuggin' beer wouldn't be too bad." The lot was mostly empty so she parked across three spaces. 

Jess got out of the car and wiggled the straw to get the last drops of the rum from her cup. Tossing the cup back into the car she swayed and slammed the door. 

She noticed a burly looking guy leaning against the wall by the bar door. He sucked back the last half inch of his cigarette in a single drag and flicked the butt out into the parking lot. 

He stepped away from the wall and began walking toward her. He stopped about ten feet away and looked her up and down. 

Jess tried to steady herself, suddenly wishing she hadn't just downed an entire bottle of rum. She leaned against the car for support. How am I going to play this off? she wondered, its only mid-day and I'm already drunk; how the hell am I going to manage to convince these dumb-fucks to let me have more booze? With a fake ID no less. It occurred to Jess that she might have just fucked herself on any chance of getting more alcohol. She wanted to cry. Why did things have to be so complicated? I should have just stayed home with those vodka bottles. 

The man looked like he could have been a football player: wide shoulders, narrow waist, and a neck thicker than his head. He looked like he was in his late twenties. His gaze locked on her chest as she slid slightly down the side of the car feeling like all hope was lost. 

She caught herself, but not before her halter top rode up just enough to expose the bottom curve of her braless breasts. The man's eye's bulged. She giggled slightly and pulled her shirt back down, then brought her eyes back up to meet the man's gaze. His expression had gone from shock to a withering scowl. 

‚'You think you should be here?' The man said. It was more of an accusation than a question. He planted his hands on his hips and continued to scowl. 

Jess grinned. Here it goes! she thought. "Um... Ssshhhur! Don'no wer elz ta... uh... ta gidda dring round here." She gestured past him at the glowing neon in the windows. "Is the uh, the bar oben? I mean, open? I could really use a..." She trailed off, shifting her bleary eyes she mumbled something about it being a thursday and maybe that was a sabbath day or something somewhere to some people so maybe the bar was close, in which case that was cool, she just wanted a drink. "So... I guesssh I jusss... thought I'd... uh... cheg id out an' see wha's.... ... wha' tha deal was..." She trailed off again, cast her eyes down, cleared her throat one more time and then looked back up at the man. 

The man shook his head at her, as if barely believing what he had just witnessed. There was a long, tense pause. 

"It's open," he said finally. "You twenty-one?" 

Jess snorted and waved her hand in a limp-wrist attempt at expressing disbelief. "M'my tweenytwony one? Suuz me. Courzz I'm... Hol' on..." She giggled again as she pulled out the fake ID. She'd never used it before, so she really hoped it was a good one. She handed it to the man continuing to giggle to cover up her nervousness. "I'm too'lly twony one." 

The man scrutinized it, looked at her, looked at it again and handed it back. "Alright," he said. "Louie's the bartender. He'll hook you up." He looked her up and down again and allowed himself a slight smile. "You can't be too careful these days... A lot of underage kids think they can pull the wool over anyone's eyes." He gave her a curt nod, "Anyone gives you any grief tonight, you just look for me. Name's Ron. I keep an eye on things round here. Pretty girl like you can up the ante in a place like this." 

Jess grinned ear to ear at the compliment. 

She made a show of getting all the information he had given her straightened out, to prove she could, really. So there wouldn't be any confusion. This way, she thought, she could show Ron that she was capable of advanced cognition. "Sooo, yer Ron? An the bartenner's Louie. Thizz's tha... Teggs's... somethin'." She bobbed her head, smooth as satin. "Cool." 

She noticed that she was starting to slide down the car again so she shoved off from it and stumbled forward a few steps, almost lost her balance but grabbed onto the side-mirror for support. It creaked ominously. 

She noticed him staring. She shrugged with a giggle, "I'm kinna drunk I guess..." 

He raised an eyebrow. "Kind of early, no?" 

"No!" Jess waved her limp wrist again with another snort of disbelief, as if everyone got tanked by noon at the end of the week. "It'zz thurssday, Ronny! Ligh'en up. Friday'zz domoorow: I'm jusss startin' tha party... uh... ya know..." She was suddenly aware of how foolish she looked. "...gettin' it started a little early'zzz all." 

Ron rolled his eyes. "Look lady," he jabbed a finger at her, "This is a quiet spot. We don't like trouble, we don't like rabble-rousers. But, our motto here is that if its Texas-Sized it can't be bad." His eyes flitted down to her tits. "So as long as you're having a Texas-Sized good time without stepping on anyone else's toes, we won't make a peep." 

"Weeelllll..." Jess was grinning ear to ear, all embarrassment forgotten: this was working out better than she had hoped. "..mebbie ah'll... ... be yer besss'd cuzdomer," she slurred. 

Ron rolled his eyes again, but Jess was busy keeping her balance, tongue held between her teeth in concentration, so she missed it. 

An idea, a genius idea occurred to her. "Hey," She took a few unsteady steps towards Ron, "Hey, Ronny... wanna wawk me in?" She took hold of his arm and leaned into him letting her tits press against his chest. Her nipples popped to attention as soon as they touched his hard body. God, I'm turning into a real slut lately, she thought, remembering how she had picked up Jimmy. She giggled as she felt her pussy moisten. But if this Ron guy was the kind of authority figure around here that he seemed to be, she would do well to get on his good side, which was to say, start fucking him. 

"Sure thing, gorgeous! Anything for our best customer." Ron's sarcasm was lost on Jess, who was chortling to herself about how much of genius move it was to flirt with Ron, but that didn't matter. He was perfectly willing to play along with this drunk slut: would make his day, actually. He put his arm around her bare midriff and guided her through the door. "Careful now, watch yourself." 

"Thanks, Ronny." Jess giggled, "I'm kinda unsteady righ' ad tha momen'... Good thing yer here ta help me. 

The place was pretty empty, just a few old geezers huddled over pints by the juke box which was playing generic country tunes. Heavily varnished dark wood made up every surface, casting back the reflections of all the neon tubes that hung behind the bar and along the walls. Jess was in love with the place instantly. 

She grabbed excitedly onto Ron's shoulders as she surveyed the room: "Wwwowwww..." she breathed. "Thiz place iz sooo nice." My first bar! she thought. She wondered briefly how many bars her mom had been in. And carried out of, she thought with a smirk. She had a weird, irrepressible feeling of coming home. She sighed. "I thin' I'm in love." She muttered. 

Ron raised his eyebrows. "Sure. It... um... beats a sports bar." He turned her toward the bar. "Louie!" 

‚'Yo!' the bartender replied, looking up from the pilsner glasses he was polishing. His manner became defensive when he saw Ron steering an obviously intoxicated woman his way. This was a familiar scene for him. He was a little man with a baby-face and short-cropped dark hair, with the clean look of an aspiring Senator. 

He's cute, Jess thought, but Ron is cuter. On the other hand, she thought with a sly grin, if I were banging a bartender... 

"This is..." Ron began as Jess plopped her rotund ass onto a stool at the bar. The geezers all turned to look at the new arrival, and liked what they saw. Ron frowned, "I'm embarrassed to say I don't know my friend's name here Louie, but you take good care of her." 

Jimmy gave a tired laugh, "Sure, sure. I know." 

"My nnammezzz Jessssszz'eecah!" Jess announced in what she wanted to be a sexy drawl but really just made her sound even drunker than she was. "Bu' you kin jus call me Jesh." It occurred to her that she should try to come on to this bartender so she added: "Or you can call me s'essy." She giggled hard at her own lame attempt at flirtation, so hard that she had to put her head down on the bar to keep from losing her balance. She found herself wondering if Ron and Jimmy had big cocks. That would be awesome. She wondered if she should ask them. She could fuck both of them if she played her cards right: a bartender and a bouncer, God how hot, she thought. 

"Whatever she wants. It's on me." Ron was saying. 

Jess jerked upright and beamed. "Oooh yeah!" 

Louie glared at him, then shrugged. "Yer the boss, but if she barfs, it's on you." 

Ron leaned in close to Jess' ear. ‚'Don't be shy. Order whatever you want. I'll be back to check on you later. 

Jess nodded and grinned dumbly at him as he returned to his post by the door. She was unable to believe her luck. She had this guy wrapped around her little finger. Anything she wanted! Holy shit! It was amazing what a guy would do for a girl with big tits. 

‚'So.' Louie growled. ‚'Whadd'll it be?' 

It took Jess a minute to focus her eyes on the rows and rows of liquor bottles behind the bar. She giggled a little. "Uuhh." She had no idea where to start. This whole situation was unbelievably cool. How the hell did she manage to stumble into this? She giggled. I literally stumble into this. 

A genius idea occurred to her. She leveled a finger at the top left-hand corner of the wall of bottles. "Let's jus starrd over there at thad end," she swung her arm in an arc toward the other end. 'an jusss werg'r way across." 

Louie scowled his disapproval. 

Jess noticed and gave a sheepish smile. As Louie arched an eyebrow she slurred the only explanation that occurred to her. "I guess I kinna godda taste fer booze... If ya can't tell..." She giggled and swayed forward, missing Louie's sneer. 

‚'Alright,' Louie sighed. ‚'Shots, I assume?' 

"Let's mag' 'em dubblz, Louie." This is so fucking great! she thought. I am going to get sooo tanked. 

The geezers were all watching silently, unsure of exactly what to think. 

Louie handed her the first shot glass, it was Jager, and Jess downed it without a second thought. It went down smooth. She licked her lips and sighed with contentment. "Mmmm... Oh wow. Tha' one'ss gooowwd!" She gushed. "Less do two'ff this one." 

She looked expectantly at Louie, who looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. 

"Chicks and their fuckin' Jager." Someone down the bar muttered. 

Jess was fixated on Louie, waiting for him to pour. "What're you waitin' for, Louie? Fix me up." She grinned. That's what they said in bars right? Fix me up? 

With a sigh he set another double shot of Jager in front of her. 

"Thangsh." She downed it faster than the first. "Next!" She shouted with a grin. "Wow," she said to herself, not noticing that the whole bar could hear, "this'zz even bedder'n Jimmy! 'Sept, I'm not gedden fugged." She cackled. "Bud iss still bedder." 

Louie wondered who Jimmy was, but didn't bother to ask. 

Goldshlager. Again, she downed it without hesitation. 

‚'Next!' she shouted before her glass even reached the table. 

Jim Beam. 

"Next!" 

Black Velvet. 

"Next!" 

Rumplemintz 

"Next!" 

Ketel One. 

"Next!" 

Ezra Williams, and the list went on. Doubles, every one. 

*** 

When Ron came back an hour later, Jess was obliterated. She had been drinking nonstop and was slumped over on the bar, with her head propped up on her left arm, continuing to accept shots with her right hand, which grasped clumsily, mechanically. 

As Ron approached, taking long, slow strides, eyeing the other patrons carefully, Louie was pouring a double of Wild Turkey. Jess was making excited noises, like a monkey, wiggling with anticipation. Louie hesitated, clearly angry. For a bartender he had a low tolerance for drunks, Ron thought with a chuckle. Then again, this broad took the cake in that department. Ron had never seen anyone so joyful and single-minded in their determination to get as wasted as possible as fast as possible. The result produced feelings of awe and pity. 

"Hey, Ronny," said a pale-skinned old man with glasses down the bar, waving for Ron to come over. 

Ron sidled over. 

"Who's the pretty little souse?" 

Ron shrugged. "Don't know her, Bill. She drove up bit ago, tanked, asking where the bar was." 

Bill chuckled, "They get younger every year don't they? Is she legal?" 

"Has an ID that says she is‚... I have my doubts though." 

"Course you do. Look at that ass.‚" Bill drew an hourglass figure with his hands. "Ass like that can't be legal.‚" 

Ron laughed. 

Meanwhile, down the bar, Jess had started babbling about herself to Louie as if he cared, picking up where she had left off a few minutes before. At first he had attempted to play the role of the Listening Bartender, nodding, commenting, suggesting, and offering general advice, but it had quickly become obvious that Jess had no desire to have a conversation; she just wanted to empty her brain of thoughts by way of her mouth. So Louie had clamped his jaw shut and let her give her own a workout. He didn't even bother nodding anymore since she was too drunk to see clearly what he did. She eagerly accepted the drinks he poured her and if she thought he was dragging his feet she would shout "Next!" to speed things up and then laugh, and though there would be occasional lulls, where Jess's mind seemed to seize up and she would just stare vacantly around for awhile, the dumb chatter would eventually continue. 

The geezers all had one ear pointed in her direction and were shaking their heads. Most of the activity of the bar was hushed: all attention was directed at the piece of ass with the terrible thirst and the big mouth. 

At this point she was on her parents, a topic that really annoyed her, which she communicated by making floppy gestures with her right hand, waving and jerking it around like a limp flag. 

"-an my fuggin' mah'der?" The weeks of heavy drinking and fucking had taken their toll on her voice and the last hour and the huge amount of alcohol she had just consumed had pushed it over the edge. When she spoke it was in a hoarse rasp, strained to the point of breakdown. "She woo'efeen lemme 'avva‚... woo'en le' me jring!" Jess sneered. She paused to peer at Louie expectantly. "Kin ya beli' tha'? Ah godda sneeg mah jringin' inna‚... inna mah room'n shid." 

"Oh yeah?" Louie asked sarcatically. "You're kidding right?" 

"Yeah!" Jess blurted out, not exactly sure what he meant. She shook her head, grimacing. "You bah'li' tha' shid? Izz dee'poloor'able! Deplor'pah'bal! Shezz all lig‚..." Jess straightened herself up with her hand cocked out to the side, limp-wristed in what was supposed to be a condescending impersonation of her mother. "'I know ya lig 'is s'uff honey, bu' come on. Ya know bedder.'" Jess curled up her lip in disgust, "As if shee'gen efen talk. Shezz tha' fuggin' one who can' efen ged up offa cou'sh half tha' time!" She spasmed with fury. "Wha' a fuggin' hypa-crig‚... hippo‚... hippo-podocrit" She frowned. "Wass tha' wor'?" she asked Louie, concern on her face. 

"Hypocrite." Louie muttered. "You mean hypocrite." 

Jess ignored him. "Ah thing ah juss say tha' wor' wrong." She laughed, a hoarse, strangely braying laugh, "Fug it!" She yelled. "Ah can'd talg!" She grinned and looked blindly around, as if she had made a joke and was waiting for the reaction. Then she swung back to face Louie, her face darkening. "An' don' e'en get me fuggin' s'ar'd 'boud my fuggin' Dad, ee'yer, 'ouie." She waved a warning finger. 

Louie rolled his eyes. "Here we go," he said down the bar. A man and his wife, who were poking lazily at a digital game screen, looked over to smirk. Louie gestured at Jess, "Fuckin' Daddy's little girl, here." 

Not noticing that she was being made fun of Jess continued with drunken gusto: "Ah mean‚... Ah guezz he'ss lig‚... ogah, or wha'ever, ya know? Bu' he a'wayzz been zo, lig..." Jess dropped her mouth wide open and thought hard for the right word... "uuuhh ... fuggin' ahf'er'per-deg-dof..." she halted, "er...." then decided to try again, taking her time on each phoneme: "overer-per-deg-div'..." Her numb mouth could barely enunciate, even with all her effort. She giggled and moved on: "Isss lig he things ah'm a‚... a‚... fuggin' baby er somethin'. He's always checkin' to make sure I'm wearing clothes that aren't too revee'l'ng an'‚... an' stuff‚..." She paused, a hurt look on her face as if her father had wounded her deeply with his behavior. Her mouth hanging open slightly she slowly looked down at her bulging cleavage, realizing that she couldn't even see her stomach from this angle. In a sudden flash she figured out why her father was so worried about her all the time. 

Of course! She thought. I've got a body like a fucking hip-hop video girl! 

She grinned, turning to Louie. "Well... ah guezz he starded tha' when ah grew zeze." She sat up straight and stuck out her chest. Squinting straight over Louie's shoulder, a small ironic smirk appeared on her face as she realized the long and the short of it. "Ya know wha' Loo'ee? Ah guezz ah gaaw' pre'ee fuggin' big boobs, huh?" she observed sagely. It occurred to her in a numb flash that that was a pretty stupid thing to say. She giggled, sort of embarrassed. "Gawd, lissen ta me‚... talgin' bo' bah boobs‚... .. ah mean‚... my boobs‚... Ah‚... ah'm shorry Loo'ee‚... ah'm jrung‚... Bu' iss true doh! Iss true!" she reached up with both hands and, to help ram home her point she cupped her tits up hard with both hands. "See?" 

Louie stood stunned. 

Ron, who had been standing silently behind Jess the whole time, slid onto the stool beside her at the bar. She didn't notice. 

Ron wrinkled his nose as he got closer to her: she reeked of alcohol. He pulled back a little; the stench almost seemed to be coming off of her in waves, like a dumpster. Sweat was beading up on her flushed face, shoulders, and chest, giving her a shiny glow. "Every drop of this girl's perspiration is probably 100 proof," Ron muttered under his breath. 

Sensing someone beside her, Jess turned, still squeezing her breasts to emphasize their size. "You see?" She asked him, her eyes crossing. 

"Hey, 'oo'ee." Jess slurred, releasing her boobs and slumping forward onto the bar. She lifted her head up to gape in Louie's direction, a deathly serious expression on her face. "Kin ah dell 'o some'min?" 

Louie didn't respond but Jess didn't mind. 

"Izz juzz tha'‚... lig, thizz zumm'ar... Lig... tha' lass... wah'a'er... mond'th or zo. Ah've been‚... 'oo'ee, ah've been jrinkin' lig‚... a bun'sh! Jus' jrinkin'‚..." she rolled her eyes back into her head, "‚...sooo jrung ya don' efen know!" she slapped the bar for emphasis, "Sh'ash'ly 'oo'ee, ah been jrung fer lig..." She paused to think hard for a moment. 

Louie shook his head and turned a withering glare onto Ron. 

Jess continued with a decisive nod... "fer... lig‚... isss been lig‚... e'ff'e'y day, 'oo'ee." She nodded again, a look of dumb pride on her face. "Eff'y fuggin' day," she repeated. 

Louie scoffed. "You don't say?" He muttered. "Un-fucking-believable." 

A geezer down the bar started laughing. 

Jess nodded vehemently. "Ah do say!" She was hunched forward in an unnaturally bent position, forearms flat on the bar for support while her head swiveled in rapid little jerks from side to side. "Ah lu-u-ve jrinkin'... Ah fuggin' love it, ya know?" She grinned widely. "Shid... my Mom loves id too! Wha'ss ah supposs'a do? Tha's where ah pro'lly gedid from, huh? Is lig‚... in mah geee'ss or somephin'. Ya know? Lig, my G‚... N‚... B‚... er somethin'." 

"Ya think she means DNA?" Ron asked Louie with mock seriousness. 

Louie scowled. 

Jess sighed. Then she cackled horribly, an unpleasant sound, and cocked her head to the side. "Hey... 'oo'ee..." She giggled. "Guezz whad? Naggst!" She looked expectantly in Louie's direction for a moment, then erupted into giggles that lasted until she realized that he wasn't moving to get her next shot. She got serious again. "Aye... ah waan'... uh... Aye! Gimmie mah nagst shod... 'oo'ee." 

The left strap of her halter top had been slipping down for the last few minutes and at that precise moment it fell all the way, pulling down the fabric on the left side to expose half of her left nipple. She didn't notice. Louie did. 

"Mah nagst shod, 'oo'ee," She whined, "Gimmie id." 

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" He growled. "This broad is too much." 

Ron gave a small nod of his head. "It's alright Louie. Get her another one." 

Louie shrugged again and set the shot of high-proof bourbon in front of her. 

Jess nodded with comical over-emphasis. "Thass bedder 'oo'ee." She turned to Ron, who appeared to her to be a mere blurry stanger. "Thang'oo misser." Turning back to the bar she flopped her hand down on the bar behind the glass and then leaned down so her chin was practically on the bar itself. Then she slowly slid her hand, and the shot glass, toward her waiting lips. 

Ron and Louie exchanged glances. 

"Um, miss?" Ron started to say. 

Jess didn't care about anything else in the world at that moment other than getting that precious booze into her belly where it belonged. Her lips reached hungrily for it, making her look like a howler monkey again. She tried to get her mouth over the glass, but only managed to knock it over, spilling the shot across the bar. She groaned angrily. "Aagh... fug you! Pour! Ag'in!" She shouted, and with that she lay her head down on the bar. To rest, she told herself, just a moment's rest. 

"It's alright Louie. Pour her another one,' Ron ordered. Then he reached over and pulled Jess up into a sitting position. 

"Naggst, nagst, nagst." She mumbled, grinning. 

After Louie filled the shot glass again, Ron took it and held it in front of her face. Jess spied it and promptly made her howler-monkey lips. "Ooooo, pleash, pleash," she whined. Her reached both hands up clumsily, groping and grasping for it. 

"Hold it, young lady." Ron, pushed her hands down with his free hand and held them down. 

He set the edge of the glass against her bottom lip and then flicked his wrist. She gulped it down, spilling a bit around the corners of her mouth. A dribble ended up on her cleavage, though she couldn't feel it. Her left breast was almost completely exposed now. 

She swung her head to look at him. Her heavy lidded eyes contrasted comically with her raised eyebrows as she peered intently at him, unable lift her eyelids higher than an inch. 

She was so drunk by now that she didn't even recognize Ron. 

"Thangzz... uh... misser." she drawled. She realized in a flash that she was in love with this helpful man, whoever he was. 

‚'Had enough?' he asked. 

Jess frowned. She pondered for a moment, a comical look of deep thought on her face. Was that a trick question, she wondered? She shook her head to the kind and lovely helpful stranger: "Um... nah. Nahjusss yed." She gave a little smirk. "Naaggsst!" 

Louie snorted disdainfully. "Where do you find these broads, Ron?" he asked under his breath. 

Ron ignored him and addressed himself to Jess' dopey face, which thanks to the last shot of Wild Turkey was in the process of flushing to beet-red. "No? You don't think you've had enough?" 

Jess shook her head again. "Nuh-uh, misser‚... ah'ss s'ill‚... s'll thurrsy." 

"Well, which one was your favorite?" He bit his lip, trying not to laugh at her. Several other patrons of the bar were watching the scene intently. 

"Mah‚... mah faf'id? Ta jring?" Jess laughed so hard she almost fell off her stool. She would have if Ron had not caught her and set her upright again. Her now fully exposed breast jiggled merrily. "Fug tha'!" She crowed happily. "Ah ligg'mm all!" She looked around blindly, clearly unable to see two feet in front of her face. "Naaaggst!!!" She called out to no one in particular then began giggling stupidly. 

‚'Louie?' Ron reached out, "pass me a bottle of that Rumplemintz will ya?" Louie handed one to him. "Thanks." 

"At least this one can actually drink, I'll give her that much." Louie muttered. "Can't hold her liquor for shit, but she can put it away.‚" 

Ron looked at Jess again, who had somehow managed to spot the bottle and was eyeing it, licking her lips, swaying back and forth like a tree in a breeze. 

"Young lady," he said, loud enough for the whole bar to hear. He adopted a fatherly tone. "you are a complete lush and have had way too much to drink. As an employee of this bar it is my duty to take you out of here for your own good. We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone for just this reason. Now, fortunately for you, there is a motel right next door. I'm going to take you over there, get you a room so you can sleep it off." 

Jess was confused. Was this guy throwing her out? Could they do that in a bar? Sleep it off? And what had he called her? A brush? What a weird thing to call someone. 

"A'mmmaa wha?" She asked, a bewildered little smile on her lips. "Whaajoo call me?" 

Louie was staring at her breast, shaking his head. 

"She don't even remember who Ron is." Someone from down the bar said. There was a smattering of laughter. 

"She was already pretty drunk when she arrived here." Someone else commented. 

Jess, oblivious to the world, let alone the other patrons of the bar, sat giggling, unable to stop. The giggles bubbled up from a deep hole in her brain, somewhere that made no sense and didn't care about making sense: her very existence was just funny. 

She suddenly got serious and for some reason being serious made it harder to hold her head up: it drooped down so she was looking at the bar between her two arms, which were keeping her upright. 

"Ay! 'oo'ee!" She shouted, seemingly addressing her empty glass. "Ah asgg'd fer a nodder jring! Whassa hol' up?" 

"Jesus Christ, these kids today." Another patron grumbled. "They really drink the shit out of themselves." 

"Careful, don't put any ideas in her head," said someone else. 

A third person chimed in: "I don't think you could put an idea in that head if you tried." 

The bar laughed. 

Ron just smiled calmly. 

"Now hold up Jess. We're leaving, remember?" He held up the bottle. "We're going next door... so you can get in a nice warm bed..." He winked. "And sleep this off. You get me?" 

Jess lifted her head and fixed a muddled, heavy-lidded eye on Ron (the other eye was closed in an attempt to see straight‚... an unsuccessful attempt). 

Jess realized in a dim flash what was happening. It was Ron! That studly guy from earlier. The guy who was paying for her drinks! She nodded, a knowing expression appearing on her face. This guy was slick! He was totally hitting on her! Everything made sense now. Sort of. She tried to sort it out. He was actually trying to fuck her, not like Jimmy. She wouldn't have to do all the work this time. She liked that. She smiled. 

"Ogay... I'll go w' yoou." She announced. 

She composed herself, sat up as straight as she could and turning to look up, eyebrows raised, eyelids drooping down to a comic degree, pointed an unsteady finger at Ron's face. "Bu' yooo bedder 'avva big coggk, azz all ah'm gonna shay!" She burst into a giggle fit. 

A murmur of surprise went through the bar. Even Ron was taken aback. 

To cover it he laughed good-naturedly. "Why miss, whatever are you talking about? I wouldn't dream of taking advantage of your highly intoxicated state. I'll just help you to your room and be on my way." 

Jess chuckled, "Hiiii'ghly n'doxxigaded stade..." She repeated mindlessly. "Thasss righ'...." 

There was a long pause. The last few shots, especially the Wild Turkey, were just hitting Jess' already decimated brain by this point, having worked their way through her system. The effect was immediate and obvious. 

Her face went from red to almost purple and her eyes crossed themselves against her will. She found herself utterly unable to recall what was going on and she once again forgot who Ron was. As her double-vision dissolved into a swirling blur, Jess realized that she was insanely wasted. 

Ha-ha! she thought. Take that, Dad! But, no sooner had the thought formed, then it blinked out and was replaced by a sickly, heavy feeling that dragged at her body and what was left of her consciousness. Uh-oh. Was her next thought. 

The throbbing in her ears told her not to worry though, everything would be fine; better than fine. She was drunk after all. But somehow she found herself frowning. Hadn't she been promised a drink? 

Even if I wasn't, she thought, I sure as hell want one. 

"Heeeey," She addressed the wonderful blur, her voice a husky whine, "were youuuu... gedden me zzat jring‚... er‚... uh‚... what?" 

"Shhh. Right here," Ron said, holding up the bottle again. 

Jess stared at it, eyes crossed, mouth hanging open. 

"Oooh ya...... Cool." She giggled. "Ah memmer now." Jess grinned up at the blurry stranger man. At that moment, to her, he was the smartest man on the planet. This guy's like an endless well of booze, she thought dumbly, he never runs out! The thought of a booze-well made her panties moisten. 

Not even sure why, she chuckled slyly. "Bedja lig aammahful'allssaa." She drawled incoherently to no one in particular. 

"What?" Louie snapped. "Was that English? Ron? Come on... This shit has gone on for long enough. I want this souse out of my bar." 

Jess nodded, half understanding, and chortled sheepishly at herself. What a drunk. 

"Oww'ah'mah'bur..." She mumbled. 

"Look Louie," Ron said, grinning, "I know she's wild, but tone down the outrage, alright? I've seen you over-serve the shit out of young ladies before‚..." He grinned. "Let's not forget what happened last 4th of July. You're no saint, Louie." 

"Yeah but-" 

"Louie‚..." 

Louie sighed. 

Jess was squinting at Ron, confusion writ large across her purple-flushed face. Who the fuck? She realized she had better explain herself, she was attracting all kinds of attention now. Jesus, she thought, these guys must think I'm a moron. She looked around: Where was she again? She twisted her upper body around to peer blindly over her shoulder. 

The movement readjusted her halter-top so that her entire left breast was fully exposed now, unnoticed by her but not by the rest of the bar. 

"God damn!" Someone exclaimed. 

Louie rubbed his temples, feeling the start of migraine coming on. All he'd ever wanted in life was to run a quiet establishment where a few regulars had a couple dozen drinks and he staid afloat with the poker machines; no fuss, no hassle, no bullshit. This chick was too much. "Ron‚..." He seethed coldly, "if I wanted to deal with this kind of shit I'd be running a college bar in the city. Now‚... come on." 

Ron just laughed, at first he had been letting Jess drink herself under the table for his own amusement, now he was doing it to fuck with Louie. "Come on?" He said, shrugging and looking around in mock confusion, "What's the problem, man? She's on my tab. You know I'm good for it‚... It's fine." 

In a desperate move Jess grabbed onto the bar and calculated where she thought the last voice she had heard had come from (the throbbing blur around her was now almost impenetrable) and turned toward it, mustering a deathly serious expression so comical that even Louie chuckled. The whole bar was snickering at her. 

Jess worked her mouth around hard, trying to get it function properly as she attempted to get the record straight: 

"Zzzooo, lizzen gu'zz‚... uh‚... ah'mm... uh... nod all'ayzz li' ziz..." She slurred apologetically, gesturing emphatically to indicate the grandiose proportions of the misunderstanding, which made her exposed tit wobble sideways and then back again, as if it were gesturing as well. She attempted to explain: "Izz jus' tha'‚... righ' now Ah'm jusss' fuggin'... fuggin'‚... Ah'm fuggin' jrunk as'a mutherfugger righ' now, o'gay?" She lowered her head for a moment to rest after the effort of getting that off her chest and her slitted eyes fell, purely by chance, on her exposed tit. 

"Ya don't say.‚" Louie retorted. 

The patrons of the bar chuckled. 

"Wha'da fug?" Jess blinked bewilderedly at herself. "Ahss may ditty.‚" She giggled for a second, then it dawned on her. She drew herself up, startled and (somewhat) embarrassed (but also turned on), looking around, mouth open, eyes unable to focus. 

"Oh shid," she clumsily grabbed at her chest, trying to cover her nipple: her numb hands bumped up against her ribs and arm, missing their target by a long shot. Continue to grope around for her breast, Jess raised her face to the ceiling, "Ah'm zooo zorry gu'zz ... Ohmaygawd!" Her sweating face contorted into a huge grin. "Ah's fuggin'‚... Ah is‚... fuggin'‚... zizz iz wha' ah'm talgin' bowd! Ah's‚... ah is zo fuggin' jrunk mah boob'zz hangin'... fuggin' hangin' oud. Oh fug." 

"Well, if you hadn't gotten so fucking wasted‚... who knows?" Louie snapped, his blood pressure rising. 

Ron waved him back, shaking his head. 

Jess finally managed to get hold of her boob and held it tightly. However, once she had it, she couldn't figure out what to do with it. She made no move to pull up her shirt and simply gaped around blindly, a grin rising and then falling on her purple face. Holding her tit felt good. Really good. 

"La'ess an' gennlema'‚...‚" she mumbled to herself, "Da bi'sh iz fuggin' ‚...‚" 

But then all thought ceased and she found herself giggling stupidly as she squeezed her big breast in rhythmic circles. She couldn't help it. "Oh ho ho...‚" She chortled, a naughty smirk on her face. "Ho ho ho‚... Fug yah..." Her nipples were hardening. It occurred to her, vaguely, that she could be feeling twice as good if she could grab her other tit too! Unfortunately, her other hand was all that was keeping her from toppling off the bar-stool. Better not risk it, she decided with a surge of delight at her own intelligence. 

Two of the older geezers from down the bar, their eyes popping out of their sockets, made bumbling and backward-glance-casting exits, unable to take the sight. The rest of the bar's occupants were gawking shamelessly. 

"And I say again," Louie was fuming. "Ron... Get. This. Dumb. Fucking. Bitch. Out. Of. My. Bar. Okay?" 

"Cool it, Louie." Ron said, soothingly. "I got it covered." He stood and slipping his hands through Jess's armpits easily lifted her from the stool and dragged her backwards. She was dead weight, her legs flopped worthlessly. 

"Aye! Mah boob!" Jess cried as her breast escaped her grasp, bounding up and down as she was carried. Somehow the whole situation dawned on her at that moment and she laughed aloud. Ladies and gentlemen‚... Here she is‚... Miss Fucking Lush, can't even keep her big ole boobies under control: her announcer told the crowd in her mind. "Gawd!" She cried aloud. "Ah fuggin' boob'd mysha'lf!" She spluttered a laugh and then waved a hand up to her mouth. "Oh mah gawd!‚" she cried. She had started drooling and the stream had just touched down on her breast. "Dreeew'll mu'fugger!‚" 

As Ron half-dragged, half-carried Jess from the bar she gawked blearily around her. All she could make out was the receding shape of the bar: I hope this guy's hot, she thought. Out loud she yelled: "Misser! Arah'ee gonna fug now?" . 

Ron chuckled, "No, no, honey... We're going to get you to a nice safe bed to sleep this off." 

Jess blinked, "Oh‚... Bu'‚... ah wanna fug d'oh." 

First thing Ron did was take Jess to the lobby bathroom of the motel, got her in a stall and let her relieve herself. Goddamn broad must be about to explode, he thought. 

When they got to the room, a single on the ground floor of the motel, Ron set her on the bed. She landed hard like a sack of potatoes and sagged immediately to the left, stuck out her hand and caught herself. "Wheee!" She cried. 

"Here." Ron said, and held out the bottle of Rumplemintz. She grabbed for it eagerly but was so out of it that succeeding only in slapping it out of his hand. It thumped to the carpeted floor. 

Jess gawked down at it for a second then giggled. "Shid... ah'm zzorry... Lemme geddit..." 

She leaned forward, meaning to pick it up, but just fell, her face on a collision course with the ground. 

"Whoa there, girl. Easy does it." Ron said, catching her and pushing her back upright. 

"Eashy doesh id‚..." She repeated with a giggle. "Wha's tha' mean?" Her vision tunneled and her eyes crossed, she peered at Ron, uncomprehending. There was an intense and very pleasurable throbbing emanating from her groin, it made her want to rub herself. Hold out a little longer! Said a little voice in her head. Don't let this guy see you go completely wild‚... yet. Stupid voice, she thought, and her hand groped downward. 

"Here." He picked up the bottle and held it up. "It means, don't try to hard, or you'll end up falling on your drunk face." 

"Aye-aye!" she slurred. Spotting the bottle in front of her face, she decided to listen to that voice after all. She grabbed the bottle, letting out a greedy grunt of anticipation as she did so. 

"You know that you put most of the other floozies who come through here to shame?‚" Ron said with a grin. 

She momentarily forgot the bottle and cocked her head to one side, squinting her booze-blinded eyes, "Wha'd you mean?‚" 

"I mean, I've seen a lot of drunk chicks in my day. More than I care to remember, actually; this bar brings them in like flies. But you take the cake, my dear: you drink like a goddamn fish but don't seem to have the tolerance for it. You're like a‚... a glorious train-wreck.‚" 

Jess nodded, she understood now. "Yah‚... ah'ss a drah'n'eggk, thass fer sure.‚" She giggled. "Ya know zzad ah been jrung fer lig‚... fer lig‚...‚" 

"Weeks? Yeah, you already said.‚" 

"Ah did?‚" 

"Yep, back at the bar. In front of everybody.‚" 

Jess chuckled lamely, "Ya‚... ya, ah guessh ah did do tha', huh? Ah didn'n memmer id though cuz‚... cuz‚...‚" 

Realizing she had a bottle of booze in her hand Jess gave out a squeal of delight. Holding it up she cried: "A toasd! Here'zz ta‚..." She couldn't think of anything. "Here'zz ta‚... uh‚... ta nod bein' able ta ‚'memmer stuff!" She laughed a spluttery laugh and looked expectantly at Ron. 

"Oh‚... ‚... absolutely,‚" Ron laughed. 

Jess blinked and smiled stupidly, "Ya ah know, huh?‚" Then she hefted the bottle to her lips, stuck it in her mouth and tried to drink. But nothing filled her mouth. It took her moment to notice. Her mouth and throat were so numb it was hard to tell, but sure enough: nothing. 

Her brain seized up with pure rage. This was unacceptable!!! "Whaaa'zz fuggin' wrong wi' thiz fuggin' thing?" She shouted angrily. 

Ron laughed. "It might help if you took the cap off there genius." 

He reached down and unscrewed the offending piece of metal, then helped Jess tip the bottle up to her eager mouth. She drank deeply, savoring the burn of the mint along with the burn of the alcohol as it slid down her throat. 

"" 

Ron stood and held the bottle patiently as Jess sucked at it. There was only about a quarter left so she finished it off pretty quickly. 

When she was just sucking air, Ron removed the bottle and tossed it aside. 

‚'Mmmmmm. Ssssssss gone,' she mumbled, nodding. ‚''as tooo bad.' 

She rolled her head to the side to look up at him. Her eyes refused to uncross, let alone focus. ‚'Gowny more booze, misser?' she asked plaintively. 

She grinned. I'm fucking gone! she thought. Wasted as all hell right now, that's what I am! She let out a slow little squeal of delight as her hands raked her body up and down in dumb excitement. 

Ron smirked, ‚'Of course, I got more booze. I own a bar, don't I?' He stood over her, looking down, feeling the crotch of his pants get tighter and tighter. "Jess?‚" He called to her. 

She ceased drunkenly groping herself and squinted up at him, eyes crossed. "Uh‚... hi?‚" 

"You know what happens to big-titted sluts who get way too drunk for their own good don't you?‚" 

"Huh?‚" 

"Course you do, that's why you're here. They get fucked‚... hard.‚" He headed for the door, but then turned back. ‚'I'll just be a minute, slut. See if you can get out of those clothes while I'm gone." 

Jess cackled triumphantly, "Zo we are gonna fuggin' fug! Ah fuggin' knew id!" All of her planning had paid off! 

"That's right, honey. I wouldn't pass on this opportunity," Ron made a gesture like accepting a gift. "Shit like this doesn't happen everyday: a man's gotta take what comes." 

"Paz onna opper'doon'ee?" Jess queried. The Rumplemintz was passing slowly from her stomach to her already alcohol-laden bloodstream. Nothing made much sense anymore. Not that she gave a shit. 

"Right. I'll be right back. Try not to pass out." 

It took him five minutes. When he returned with a fresh bottle of Rumplemintz he found Jess slumped on the floor, using the bed for support while she struggled brainlessly with the simple mechanics of her halter-top. 

"Well, well, well‚..." He said. He closed the door. "Let me help you." 

Jess shook her head vigorously, nearly falling over in the process. ‚'Nnnnnah uhhhhh!" She whined, sounding like a toddler. "Nah'll yoo gimmie uh jring." 

She tilted her head back and opened her mouth expectantly, sticking out her tongue as if she were at the doctor. 

Ron laughed. "You sure do like your booze, don't you girl?" 

"Uh-huh!" Jess didn't close her mouth. This guy's not very smart, she realized. 

"Never seen anyone quite like you before." Ron muttered. 

He opened the bottle and carefully filled her mouth with the minty, high-proof liquor. 

She closed her mouth and swallowed hard. A little spilled around the corners of her lips. 

"Thangz." She slurred, smiling cross-eyed in Ron's direction. 

I think I'm in love, she thought. This guy beats the shit out of Jimmy's pussy-ass. He's not the brightest, but then again neither was Jimmy, and this guy's got a booze-well. 

"Now can I take your shirt off?" Ron said with a laugh. 

Jess nodded. 

As he pulled it off in one smooth motion and Ron got a look at her for the first time, his eyes bulged. "God damn girl, these are natural!" 

Overwhelmed with dopey happiness Jess started to bounce up and down with glee, her tits jiggling wildly, bouncing almost up to her chin. 

"Ah'm goonna ged soooo fugged up!" She crowed. 

"I'm pretty sure you're already fucked up enough for ten people." Ron said. 

"Huh?" Jess gaped at him. 

"Never mind." 

He pulled his shirt off, eyeing her massive tits. She immediately grabbed them and started squeezing them lewdly, cackling as Ron pulled off her shorts and panties. He noticed they were soaked through. 

Her naked body gleaming with sweat she flopped back onto the bed and kept on squeezing her tits, getting hopelessly wet. 

"Ohmahgawd ah fuggin' loff id..." She drawled, grinning cross-eyed at the ceiling. 

"I can tell." Ron said, pulling off his pants. 

"Hurreeeee, afor I can'd stay √´wake." She reached for him. She needed him. 

Ron kissed her deeply (his whole mouth began to tingled from the heavy alcohol fumes‚... It's like kissing a still, he thought) and lowered himself onto her. There was a brief moment while his rock-hard penis found its way to her pussy. Then there was a push... 

"Ack!" Jess squawked. "Yoo ARE big! Ooooh, yah! Fug yah! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

   

A massive crash jolted Jess awake. She tried to get up, but her drunken legs just dumped her unceremoniously, face first on the floor. 

"Dammid," she grunted into the cheap motel carpeting. "A'mm s'ill fuggin' jrung as shid!" 

How many mornings had this been the way she woke up? She started to giggle stupidly, realizing that there was only one thing she really wanted right now and it wasn't an answer to that question. "W'rrr'sssa jring?" She asked the carpet. 

Ron was at the window. ‚'SHIT!' He looked down at her, looking unsure of himself, but his ever-present self confidence took over again. He helped her back into the bed and gave her breast a good squeeze. ‚'Problem in the parking lot. I'll be right back.' 

He rushed out of the room, leaving her alone with a half full bottle of Rumplemintz and an open window. 

She worked her way to the edge of the bed and slowly lowered herself to the floor. She grabbed the bottle and belly crawled her drunk ass over to the window and peered out. 

It was pouring rain and there was a fight going on. Some idiot had smashed his car into two others, apparently thinking he could get between them. She took a hard swig from the bottle and then squinted hard at what she was seeing. One of the cars that had been hit was her's! The door had been ripped off and the owner of the other car that had been hit was beating the shit out of the idiot in her front seat! 

The idiot grabbed the empty rum bottle from her passenger seat and smashed it over the other guys head. 

The bouncer got to them just before Ron did and pulled both of them out of the car. 

‚'Sssssshhid...' Jess whispered. She didn't really understand exactly why it was a bad thing that her car had been hit, besides the fact that she would have to get her dad to fix it or something, but it seemed like there was probably some other reason too. Oh, right. It came to her in a flash. The cops. The fucking cops would come and find her. She would have to deal with the cops. She gaped out the window, unable to think beyond this dismal realization. 

"I'm fugged.‚" She declared finally, smirking. 

Louie appeared at the bar door with a baseball bat. Ron and the bouncer led both combatants to the door. Ron pulled the bouncer aside and whispered something in his ear. The man nodded his bald head and started heading toward the motel. Ron started into the bar, but stopped and called the man back and whispered something else. 

Jess managed to crawl back to the bed and pulled herself back in. She had just pulled up the covers when the bouncer burst into the room. 

‚'You Jess?' he asked. Then he laughed. ‚"What am I sayin'? Course you're Jess. There's no other tanked blonde in here.' He looked around for a moment, taking in the empty Rumplemintz bottle, the rumpled sheets, the pile of used condoms on the bedside table, and then looked back at her. 

"You and Ron really partied last night didn't ya?‚" 

Jess tried to focus on him, but he was backlit from the hallway. ‚'Who'ssat?' she asked in a plaintive slur, forcing herself to sit up.

He began gathering her clothes. ‚'I'm taking you home. Let's get you dressed. Can you stand?' 

‚'Nuh-uh.' She shook her head, which set the room spinning crazily. "Tried, bud juss falled on muh face," she let out a giggle, then got serious. ‚'Whudda 'bou you, misser? You jrung?‚" 

"What? No, I'm‚... Never mind, we're getting you out of here.‚" 

"Oh... uuhh... thuh car? Uh, my car?" 

"What about it?‚" 

"Uh‚... ah dunno.‚" She giggled. "Hey, you god anythin'n ta jring.‚" She giggled again, "anythin' wit alga'hol tha' is.‚" 

‚'Shit,' the bouncer ran his hand over his head. ‚'Look. Your car is totaled. Both of those guys are going to be in serious shit but Ron's going to take care of your car before the cops get here. He doesn't want you getting mixed up in this. He‚... likes you.‚" The bouncer added this last as his own ad-lib. In reality Ron would loose his liquor license if it got out that he had let a girl get totally blitzed on a fake ID and then fucked the shit out her. But there was no need to tell her, that, he thought. "The story will be that there was a third car, but some guy in the bar took off in it while the other two were fighting. In the morning, once you sober up, you call and report your car stolen.' 

Jess nodded, but was confused. She had to sober up? What the fuck? 

‚'Give me your phone number, so Ron can call you in the morning, just in case you forget.' 

Jess giggled, "Ah don' ‚'member my num'er righ' now.‚" 

"Alright‚... fuck.‚" The bouncer looked around, spotted her purse, grabbed it and rooted through it until he found her cell. He wrote the number on the back of a business card and put it in his pocket. 

"Heeey, tha's mah pursesh! Whad'er you doin'?‚" Jess tried to sit up, but only managed to slump over on her side. She giggled 

‚'Damn, girl, you are TRASHED! Shit, you are HOT, too! No wonder Ron‚....' He stopped himself. He pulled her shirt down over her head, muttering to himself the whole time. "Fucking big ass tits and shit. Ron has all the luck. Cynthia would kill me if she even suspected‚...‚" 

"Thangsh misser man.‚" Jess slurred. 

"Don't mention it. Come on, let's get you out of here.' 

"Ah wanna jring!" Jess whined. 

"You can drink as much as you want once we're free and clear of here.‚" 

"Really?" 

*** 

Jess's dad glared at her across the table. ‚'I STILL can't believe you'd be stupid enough to leave your keys in the ignition!' He slammed his hand down on the table and stood up. 

Her parent's had come home while the police where getting her statement. Dad had become furious as he listened to her story. That had been yesterday. 

Ron had apparently hidden the car well enough the police hadn't found it yet. When he had called last night he said he'd pushed it into a ravine and you couldn't see it from the road, so it would be unlikely to ever be found. 

Dad was still ranting as she thought back on Ron. He'd been her kind of guy. Assertive. Confident. Big dick. And best of all he was practically in charge of his own bar! All the booze she could drink! Even without her inheritance. She sighed and looked miserably down at her hands. He had told her that for both of their sakes, she shouldn't ever come back. 

Jess's mother, a stiff mimosa in a pint glass in front of her on the kitchen table, had a rare moment of lucidity and put her hand on Dad's arm. "Lizzen ‚'unny, pleeze juss lidder alone. Canjoo sseee shez upsed? Sheeez bin through uh'lod." Her hooded eyes imploring, she gave her husband a toothy smile. "Juzz take id eazzy.‚" 

Dad scowled at her for a moment and then turned his glare back on Jess. "You can forget getting a new car. Not after this. If you can't be responsible enough with the piece of shit you had, what makes you think I'm going to give you a new one?" 

Tears welled up in Jess's eyes. She couldn't wait to leave for college next month. Then she would be free. She thought about the key that was still in her dresser upstairs. Now that Mom was back home, the liquor cabinet was no longer off limits. That gave her the strength she needed to meet her father's gaze. "Uh... Yeah, I get it." She muttered sullenly. Just you wait, Dad, she thought, I'm going to get so shitfaced tonight that if you knew about it it'd make your head spin. 

Mom gave her a reassuring smile. She took her hand from Dad's arm and reached it across the table to pat Jess's head as if she were a pet dog. "We know ya do hunny......" Mom's body rocked back from the hic-cup... "Whoops!" She cast a sidelong glance at Dad, "Excush me." She picked up her mimosa and took of deep draught. 

"You..." Dad pointed a furious finger at Mom. "You be quiet. You're not helping. You're drunk." 

"Tha' izz coreget.‚" 

Bastard! Jess fumed. He was always putting Mom down. She was just drunk; it wasn't like she was even that drunk. Jess's heart suddenly went out to poor Mom: she put up with a lot didn't she? 

Mom just smiled and took another sip of her mimosa. What else could she do? Jess thought darkly. She glared at her father. 

Dad blew out a sigh. ‚'I've got to head back to work tonight. Since I've been off for so long, I won't be back again until you are ready to head to State. I've got to go pack.' He walked out of the room. 

"Mom?" Jess asked hesitantly, "Can we talk for a minute?" 

But Mom was in the middle of draining what remained of her mimosa. 

Jess watched as she swallowed again and again. "‚" 

"Uh‚... Mom?‚" 

"‚" 

When she finished it she set the glass back down on the table with a loud clunk. "Whoopsh,‚" Mom slurred. She turned to her daughter. "Whadjew say, ‚'unny?‚" 

Jess met her mother's bleary gaze and a for a split second realized that she was looking into a mirror. This was her. This drunken woman with her mouth hanging slightly open and her eyes hooded to slits. She gulped. It was a little disconcerting. "Uh‚... I said, can we talk for a minute? I'd kind of like to-" 

"Nod righ' now ‚'unny, Mummy nee'ss ah'nudder jring.‚" She held up her empty pint glass to make her point and without a pause hauled herself to her feet and started staggering back to the living room, no doubt to her waiting bottle of vodka. 

"Mom?" Jess called after her. 

"Nah'd now... 'unny... Mommy'zz busy." Mom slurred without turning around. 

She'd be passed out within the hour, leaving Jess alone again. 

Well, thought Jess, at least I wont have to sober up again for awhile either.

   

*** 

College 

Jess almost groaned as her father launched into yet another lecture about responsibility. 'Starting college is an important step in determining the rest of your life,' he was saying. 

It probably would have been alright, but her hang-over was almost blinding. Couldn't he just shut up and let her suffer in peace? Once they got to her new apartment, she'd be fine. She had made sure that there was almost as much liquor in her suitcase as there was clothing. 

Last night had been fun, though. She'd helped herself to a 50 year old bottle of scotch in celebration of the freedom she'd soon enjoy. She still had a small flask of it tucked away in her socks, but the rest of the bottle was gone. From there she'd moved on to a handle of Absolute Vodka. Damn that stuff was good. She licked her lips just thinking about it. 

That morning, Jess had taken the empty bottles downstairs and put it back in the liquor cabinet. By the time her father found it√ñ well, it wouldn't be her problem, would it? 

‚'Do you understand what I'm saying?' he was asking. 

‚'Yes, dad,' she sighed. What a hypocrite, she thought. For years, she had only seen him twice per month. Now he seemed to feel the need to catch up on years of parenting. She noted, with great relief, that the exit for the State University was coming up. Thank God, she thought. 

About twenty minutes later, they pulled up to the apartment building in which she would be living. One nice thing about her father's arrogance was that when it came time to put in the request for what dormitory she wanted, he had stepped in and pulled strings to get her into an apartment instead. ‚'No child of MINE is going to shower in a public bathroom!' 

That was fine with her. She didn't have any desire to be surrounded by giggly freshman girls anyway. 

She jumped out of the SUV and ran around back to grab the suitcase. It was much heavier than it should have been, and she didn't want him to ask what was in it. She only hoped he wouldn't notice the soft clinking coming from inside. 

‚'Hold on, sweetie,' he said. ‚'We still have to get your key.' 

Thinking quickly, she said ‚'Why don't you get it for me, and I'll work on unpacking?' 

He frowned slightly. ‚'Don't you want to come with me? Meet the new landlord?' 

She smiled slightly, hoping he wouldn't notice she was in agony. ‚'Nah, I've got plenty of time for that. I just want to get settled in as soon as I can.' 

He nodded. ‚'Ok, I'll be back in a few!' He turned and walked toward the apartment complex office. 

Jess ducked around behind the truck and opened her suitcase. Every pair of socks hid a pint bottle, so she grabbed one at random, opened the cap and, without even bothering to remove the flask from the sock, drained half. 

Much better, she thought, wincing at the burn. "Mmm, must be gin." She said under her breath and closed the suitcase up again. 

She knew her apartment number and began moving her stuff into the building, leaving it just outside her door. By the time her dad showed up, almost everything was moved. 

‚'Is that it?' he asked, as he approached. 

‚'No,' she replied. ‚'There are a few more plastic bins in the back of the truck. If you give me the key, I'll start moving this stuff in while you get the rest.' 

‚'Sure,' he replied and handed the ring to her. 

She turned, unlocked the door, picked up her suitcase, and stepped inside. She inhaled deeply, taking in the smell. It was the smell of freedom. 

‚'It doesn't smell musty or anything, does it?' her father asked from the hall. Leave it to him to ruin the moment. 

‚'No, dad. It's fine,' she said as she took her suitcase back to her new room. It was bigger than the one she'd had at home, and the bed looked comfortable. They had called Ikea and had furniture delivered the week before. 

She opened the dresser and began emptying her suitcase into the drawers, finishing off the pint of gin in the process and cracking open another, this one was whisky. "Mmmm." Her hangover was fading fast. 

She popped some peppermint gum into her mouth and ran back out and began pulling her things into the living room from the hall. 

Her dad returned and helped with the last of it. ‚'Ok, sweetie, there you go!' he said. ‚'I wish I could stick around awhile longer, but I've got to run. Got a big presentation to prepare for.' He hugged her tightly and then walked out. 

Jess followed him out to the parking lot, the happy buzz having returning to her head she actually felt like being pleasant to her father. She even waved good-bye, though she was thinking ‚'good riddance.' 

Then, she noticed across the street, there were several houses with large, greek letters on them. ‚'Frat houses!' she breathed. Her pussy trembled. 

Once her father's truck was out of sight, she decided to go over and introduce herself to the boys. She could unpack later. She glanced down at herself: tight jeans, and a tight white halter top. She looked great. 

Grinning, but feeling nervous, she crossed the street and heard a ruckus out back. Emboldened by the liquor already flowing through her veins, she walked right into the back yard. The scene that greeted her was everything she could have hoped. 

Several dirty, weathered sofas sat in a circle around a pair of kegs. Several of the boys were holding another upside down next to one of them. (She later learned this was called a ‚'Keg Stand' and you had to drink as much from the tap as you could while upside down.) Below the back porch of the house, they had set up a long table as a make-shift bar. Bottle after bottle lined the entire length of the table. 

The bar tender called out to her. ‚'Hey, pretty lady! Care for a drink?' 

‚'Fuck yeah!" she cried, then realized how enthusiastic she sounded. Too enthusiastic. Trying to hide her excitement she hurried toward him. "I mean, sure. That'd be cool.‚" She said, trying to sound calm and detached. 

Several of the guys on the couch rubber-necked around to gawk at her ass; her painted on jeans and thin white halter top weren't leaving much to their imaginations and her tits jiggled heavily as she walked. Her nipples stood out sharp, making the fact that she was not wearing a bra excruciatingly obvious. 

"Check it out, bro‚... Glootamus Maximus.‚" "Nah, man, Titimus Maximus.‚" They all laughed. 

She couldn't believe her luck. She'd only been here for about 20 minutes, and she was already at her first frat-party with bunches of hot guys totally wanting her! It was like MTV Spring Break. She could get as drunk as she wanted and everyone would be cool with it. 

"So, what'll it be?" The frat-bartender asked jovially. He was kind of fat, but still cute. "Captain and Coke? Screwdriver? Fuzzy Navel?' He paused and smirked, "Oh and we got some Mikes Hard around here somewhere too. I know you ladies love the fruity shit." His eyes took on a roguish gleam (that instantly made Jess' panties wet for some reason) as he added: "But I can make you whatever your little heart desires, hot stuff." 

Jess's eyes took on a sparkle of their own. "How about a Long Island Iced Tea." she blurted excitedly, then blushed a little, embarrassed. "Please." She had heard that these were the best drinks for getting fucked up fast. 

"My, my..." frat-bartender said, "My kinda girl. One Long Island Iced Tea coming right up." He made a cheesy six-shooter quick-draw hand motion at her and then busied himself with bottles, taking quick peeks at Jess' rack. 

Jess blushed a bit more, but felt herself get even wetter. God, if this is what college is going to be like, she thought... cute frat-boys fixing me drinks and ogling my boobs. I'm going to have an absolute blast! 

"Hey check out this bitch." A guy's husky voice hollered from behind her. "Lookit that ass!" 

Jess ignored the voice, smiled sweetly and watched with giddy anticipation as frat-bartender poured shot after shot of liquor into a red plastic keg cup and topped it off with a thin splash of Coke. "For color." He told Jess' boobs. 

He paused to contemplate his creation, then looked back at her with a devilish grin. "Don't worry," he said, "You won't even taste the Coke." 

Jess giggled. This guy was cute and funny. 

"Hey! Hey, girlie! Whatcha drinkin' there?" The husky voice yelled. "Why don'tcha come over here and sit on Daddy's lap, huh? Come on!" 

"Leave off Bobby.‚" The bartender chuckled. "Some motherfuckers haven't got any class, nuff said.‚" 

"Nuff said. Right.‚" Jess repeated, nodding and smiling. 

She took the cup. It was huge. She mumbled thanks to the bartender and without a moment's hesitation she took a deep sip. "Ah!‚" She smacked her lips. It was strong. Very strong. "Mmmm. This is really, really good.‚" She hesitated then added: "Nuff said.‚" 

The two of them laughed. 

"Nuff said alright. So, where you from?‚" The bartender asked. 

"Oh‚... upstate.‚" She replied. "Some lame-o town I want to forget all about.‚" 

"Well you came to the right place.‚" He replied with a cheesy grin. 

She grinned back, then took another big gulp, only this one quickly turned into a full-on chug. She couldn't help herself. It tasted delicious and in a few moments the whole thing was gone. 

All activity in the yard stopped. 

"Holy shit!" gasped frat-bartender. "You just‚...‚" 

"Oh fuck!" Crowed the husky-voiced stranger behind her, "Did ya see that shit? She just chugged that shit, dog!" 

There were other scattered expressions of disbelief. 

Jess licked her lips and set the cup back on the table. Her throat burned. It felt great. She flashed a quick, coy smile over her shoulder toward the keg and those boys. When she did she caught a glimpse of the guy who was doing to most yelling. It had to be him. He was standing, leaning intently forward; he was shirtless and wore a pair of long shorts that were sagged to show his boxers. She faced frat-bartender squarely and said in a loud clear voice, "Could I have another one?" 

Ooo, girl, she thought, you're making such a good first impression! These guys think you're the shit! Big tits, nice body, and you can drink? They'll be lining up. 

Almost instantly a crowd of fraternity brothers crowded around her as the bar-tender mixed another one. 

"Hey, good-lookin'‚... you live in Hallman House?" "What's your name, babe?" 

She downed the next Long Island Ice Tea even quicker than the first. The crowd roared in approval. 

She slammed down her cup and smiled. Without asking, the bar tender started mixing her a third. 

"I'm Jessh," She drawled, already feeling the effects of the stiff drinks. Someone grabbed her ass roughly. She pretended not to notice. 

"Fuck me, it's like a heavenly peach!‚" The husky voice was right in her ear. "Aye, aye, I'm Bobby!" It said... the hand on her ass giving a little squeeze. 

"Mmmmm. Hi Bobby‚... I'm Jess," she said, smiling sweetly back at him. 

"Anybody ever tell you you're a piece of ass, Jess?‚" 

He was looking at her with an intensity that was a little unnerving. She laughed, unsure of what else to do. "Maybe they did,‚" she said weakly. 

Bobby squeezed her ass again, also laughing, a low mean sound. "I can't believe that, baby. You're hella fine.‚" 

Jess didn't know how to respond. Fortunately, the bartender had finished her next Long Island Iced Tea and was holding it out to her. 

"Here you go, Jess," he said. 

She took her cup once again and gulped a bit of the potent liquid, slopping some out of the corners of her mouth and onto her shirt. 

Slipping her ass out of Bobby's hand, she turned toward one of the sofas and swayed her way over to it. She could feel the eyes of everybody there upon her as she flopped down into one of the seats. She stretched languidly and smiled, playing it off like it was the most normal thing in the world to be guzzling booze in front of dozens of her peers. 

She had never been drunk in front of so many people before. That bar had had quite a few people in it. So maybe it wasn't the first first time. But something about this time felt different. She found it very exciting. Her pussy was wet as all hell. 

"Hey!" Bobby walked over to her. "You a freshman, baby?" 

Jess sipped her drink. "Uh-huh. I jus' moved in..." She pointed the way she had come. "Over there." 

Bobby nodded, eyes roving over Jess' body, taking in her tits and legs. "Damn girl, you're fine as hell... Wanna dance?" His friends laughed. 

"Ok!" Jess' heart leaped at the thought of being asked to dance by this hot guy. Tonight was going to be her lucky night it seemed! 

Over the course of the next few hours she lost count of how many drinks she had. Each time she finished one, another would appear in her hand. Bobby seemed to take a special interest in making sure she had a steady supply of alcohol in her hand and she took a special interest in drinking it down as fast as it came to her. What luck! She kept thinking. 

The sun started to go down and the shadows stretched out. Jess hit ignore for two incoming calls from her Dad on her cell. She wanted to forget all about him and the abundant booze was making it very easy to do so. 

More people started to arrive. Another keg showed up. A DJ started to spin some hip-hop. Jess did a keg-stand and a beer bong with Bobby holding onto her ass the whole time it seemed like. Jess got drunker and drunker. It seemed that everyone had a bottle of something or other and were more than happy to pour her samples from each and every one of them. 

Or at least, they were more than happy to share at first. 

By the time the sun had set Jess had lost all track of time and was presenting herself more and more forcefully to those new arrivals who were carrying bottles. At one point, two girls who said they were from Michigan pulled a bottle of Everclear out of a backback. Jess' heavily flushed face lit up. 

"Oooo! Ah've never 'ad Evergleerr!" Jess's enthusiasm made the two girls laugh nervously. 

"Aren't you pretty wasted already?" one of them asked. 

"Yeah," said the other, placing a kindly hand on Jess' shoulder "Maybe you should lie down or something, you can barely stand. Come on, let's go sit down by the fire." 

Jess jerked away, staggering, irritated by their sympathy. 

"Pour me som'moffit!" She demanded, jabbing her half empty keg cup of beer at them. "An hurry'a fuck up'a bou' id!" As she finished saying this, her bloated stomach contorted to accommodate a huge belch, the force of which threw her off balance, leaving her stumbling sideways, shaking her head from side to side in a daze. "Whoa." She giggled. "Nuff zed!‚" 

The girl's with the Everclear hesitated. They were not prepared for this. 

"We're not going to give you any of this.‚" The one said. 

"Yeah, " said the other, "You're fucked up.‚" 

"Fug you!" Jess cried as she lurched at them. Cackling crazily she seized the bottle from them, ignored their protests, and filled her cup up the rest of the way. 

"Holy shit!" They exclaimed, "You're crazy!" 

Jess just cackled and staggered off. 

So then she had a huge cup of half-beer half-Everclear, which she happily began to call "Beer'n'kleer!" The term was always shouted and was always followed by a greedy swallow of the drink in question. Very quickly the highest of high proof liquors was coursing through her veins, decimating her. 

"Evergleer'zzz noddeffen tha' strong! Nuff zed!" She would slur stupidly to anyone who would listen. Girls would roll their eyes and shrug their shoulders, laugh a little and then inch away from her. Boys grinned and shouted encouragement. And through it all Bobby kept appearing to pat her on the ass and hold her upright. 

"Ah thing ah lig you Bobby.‚" She slurred to him at one point. Laughter greeted this declaration. "Nuff zed?‚" She asked, then giggled. 

She was quickly becoming the center of male attention. Even though it was starting to get dark, as she cast her bleary gaze around the small crowd she could still make out a large number of faces turned toward her, watching and grinning and pointing. The attention made her wet. She made it a point to return each and every smile. One had to be polite at a party, she told herself as she staggered around blissfully. By this time she wasn't talking to anyone and no one was really talking to her. She would stumble up to standing knots of people and then sort of hover around them, grinning and mumbling to herself, staggering and drinking. "You guys know that comedy bit by Dane Cook?‚" Someone said. "‚...about that person who is 'failing the party'? Yeah, that's this chick right here...".Jess giggled along with the laughing faces, unsure of what exactly was so funny and not caring. 

At around ten o'clock, Jess decided that she might want to top off her beer'n'kleer with more beer. She lurched toward the kegs. She licked her lips eagerly at the thought and discovered that she was drooling on herself. She laughed aloud. 

I wonder how long I've been doing that. 

College is fucking sweet! she thought over and over again as she stumbled along, looking blindly for the keg. She had lost her shoes. 

"What the fuck is wrong with that bitch dude?" "Fuck if I know." "Oh-ho-ho shit, look she's drooling." "Damn! That is one toasted freshman." "Look at those tits!" "I dunno man, she looks a little old to be a freshman." "No way man, she's 18." "18 at least."  

She wasn't sure where the voices were coming from; they seemed to float at her from over by a semi-circle of guys whose backwards baseball caps and trendy t-shirts identified them as frat boys. Jess' heart sank. Even as drunk as she was she could still tell when she was being made fun of. Why did they have to be such jerks? She kept her projected course steady, weaving toward where she was sure the kegs were, but she tried to pay close attention (through the fog that hung around her head) to what they were saying. She slowed her pace as a result, and couldn't help taking quick peeks over at them, which sent her staggering wildly off course. 

"What are you looking at girl?" 

Oh shit! They've spotted me, she realized in a panic. She wiped clumsily at her drool and stumbled around in a circle, staring at the ground stupidly, trying to think of what to do. 

The guys laughed. 

God, she thought, I'm really really drunk. I don't even know what the fuck is going on. 

She drew a numb appendage across her mouth to remove the hanging line of drool. There was a strange, blank moment as Jess mentally floundered in a sea of drunken nonthought. 

What was going on? Jess' mouth hung open and she looked around, confused. I got no fucking clue! 

Maybe I should ask those cute guys, the epiphany struck her like a bolt of lighting. Of course! 

"Ayy.. whazzz goo'n on?" She slurred quizzically, stumbling toward them. God, I hope they think I'm hot. 

"What did she just say?" She heard. The closest boy to her, a hunky football-player looking guy with a goatee, was waving at her, the way you wave to a small child. She wanted to wave back, but decided it would give the wrong impression. Gotta be cool, she chided herself, stay cool. 

"Could you repeat that, sweetie?" A patronizing voice asked. "We couldn't quite understand what you... uh... just said." 

Jess, who had continued stumbling forward, stopped short and glared around her, looking like a disgruntled child. 

I speak remarkably well for someone so intoxicated, she thought indignantly. How dare they? 

"I zad... wazz goin' on!" She shouted angrily. 

"Whoa. Easy there, no need to get all excited cutie." 

Hooray!! one of them called her cutie! Jess' heart soared and she took a few more unsteady steps towards the guys, trying to latch onto some semblance of focus on them. She made out backwards ball caps and twinkling eyes. Then she heard: "We were just saying that you look like a gal who likes her liquor. You've been sucking it down all afternoon like it was water. Its‚... what, not even nine o'clock yet and your drunk off your ass." 

Jess beamed, only able to process the first sentence. "Oww'd jeww know?" she cried happily. "Ah love ligger!" She rolled her eyes back in momentary ecstasy at the thought. "Fuggin' love id!" 

"Yep, yep. We knew it. We could tell." The guys all laughed. 

She stumbled a few more steps forward, her flushed face turning eager. 

"Thizz'zz gonna zzzown... ... stoopid er sompen... bu'..." She tried, again unsuccessfully, to focus her eyes, "..da you guy'z... ... godd any... ligger?" She slurred through this last with a look of dumb excitement on her face, like a child at Christmas. 

The explosion of laughter confused her. Were they happy for her? Or just impressed by how much she wanted to drink? 

After looking around in a daze for a moment she decided that the best thing to do was to cover up her confusion by finishing off her Beer'n'Kleer. 

Although she was forgetting now, several other types of liquor had been sloshed into her cup in the last hour: vodka, gin, 151, whisky. Most had been added at her violently excited behest, but some had been slipped in without her knowledge by maliciously chuckling frat boys. The cup was over half full. 

Using both hands she lifted the cup to her mouth and started gulping greedily at the potent liquid. Whoops, she chided herself, as her face throbbed pleasantly and her body began to recede from her own consciousness, Gotta remember to open up my throat. So she did. She opened it as wide as she could. The Beer'n'Kleer burned intensely as it went down. It was a lot more painful than she expected. 

"What the fuck." The group of boys could not believe what they were seeing. Jess' throat engorged as she poured the booze straight into herself: she was now so wasted that her throat muscles could fully relax allowing much more volume of liquid at each moment than it had ever accommodated before. As she poured the contents of her cup into herself Jess took little unsteady steps from side to side to keep herself upright, looking like some kind of dancing zoo animal for whom bipedal movement was unnatural. 

"Damn!" One of them cried. Nervous laughter came from the rest of them. 

"You ever see an alcoholic before?" Someone one called out, laughing. 

The last of the Beer'n'Kleer caught somehow in Jess' now thoroughly numbed throat. She choked and spluttered the burning liquid out; it dribbled onto her breasts leaving dark marks on her halter top which was already splotchy with drool stains and spilled drinks. 

As per her plan, the confusion was gone. Gone without a trace. 

She gasped for air as the alcohol hit her... hard. 

"Uuuh‚.... shid‚...." The keg cup dropped from her nerveless fingers. Her vision stretched into a long dark tunnel in three seconds and, with a belch and a weak giggle, she fell straight back on her ass; going from a standing to a sitting position in five seconds. 

"Ooopsh..." She giggled from the ground in a daze, unable to see much of anything. The alcohol just kept hitting her, driving her deeper and deeper, drunker and drunker. 

This is insane, she thought. There were all these jeans around her, boys, with cups... 

Where was she? She decided to ask... Now if she could just get her tongue to move. 

"You ok there, alkie?" A voice asked. There was laughter. 

She grinned and nodded emphatically. Then, mustering up all her will she managed to get her tongue to function: "Waaarr'mmma ahhd?" She asked the jeans. She followed up with barely articulated question with a loud, hard, hiccup. 

Laughter. 

"Wazzz.... ....wazzzoo funny ?" 

More laughter and voices saying things she couldn't understand. Damn, she thought dimly, Everclear is fucking awesome. I'm totally wasted. Confused by the jeans and wondering why she was on the ground, Jess gave up trying to figure anything out and flopped onto her back, which set the tunneled world spinning wildly and her tits wobbling. 

"Whoooooaaaa...." She said and then hiccuped, which set her tits jiggling again. Somehow, even though she couldn't feel her body, she could feel her nipples, jutting out hard and excited against the thin fabric of her top. 

"Hey! Hey, alkie!" A voice yelled. 

Jess tried to look up, but couldn't lift her head. She giggled stupidly and reached up with both hands toward the sky. 

"Efferrrgleeeeer! Fugg yaaaaah!" She screamed as loud as she could. 

"Jesus Christ. Yeah, I dunno man, look at her... Is she ok?" "Fuck, dude, she's fucking totaled." The voices wafted in at her. 

Soon she became aware of how aroused she was by her own drunkenness. Her pussy throbbed. 

"Ooo, shid ya." She reached down and fumbled dumbly to undo her jeans, not caring that she was in the middle of her first college party. When she got the button undone a roar of commotion went up around her. Jess giggled happily as she tugged them down. 

"Oh shit! This is my first fuckin' party of the year and there's already a drunk bitch taking her pants off!" Someone was yelling. 

After she managed to get her pants off, Jess began running her fingers over her soaked pussy. "Mmmmmm. Aaaawww shidd thazz good." She drawled, staring blindly up as a small crowd gathered around her. A beer bottle appeared out of the haze. Offered to her like the Olympic torch. She took it, it was half full so she tried to drink it off but only succeeded in pouring it on her face. She couldn't tell if any got in her mouth or not... she was too numb. "Fug." She declared defiantly to the throbbing blackness around her, "Ahmm fugged up" She giggled and began running the beer bottle roughly over her pussy lips. She moaned loudly as pleasure overtook her. 

She felt another hand upon hers and it guided the neck of the bottle inside her. Blearily she forced her eyes to lock onto the looming shape in front of them and saw Bobby smiling at her. "Thought you could use some help here, baby," he said, his husky voice cutting through the din.

‚'Mm-Hmm.' she agreed, a stupid grin on her face. With that she started pumping the bottle in and out of herself. 

She was so turned on that she started to orgasm almost immediately. Her hips bucked as orgasm after orgasm racked her drunken body. "Nnnnnggghaaaaa!" She cried, amid howls of laughter and a few disgusted gasps from nearby girls. Jess didn't give a fuck about anything but the beer bottle she was plunging in and out of herself. It felt amazing and just when she thought it couldn't feel any better, it did. She climaxed again. "Aaa mah gawd! Aaa mah GAWD!" 

She woke up some time later, still without pants. Blinking her dopily drooped eyes at her lap, she slowly realized that a beer bottle was stuck inside her. She chuckled. Holy shit. What the fuck happened? She sort of remembered being on the ground after chugging something really strong, but after that‚... She smirked. Guess I had some fun, she thought. College is fucking sweet. 

She was still drunk... of course. She looked around. Somehow she inside the house, and there were now many more people around. When she pulled out the bottle and sat up, a loud cheer went through the room. Apparently, someone had video taped everything she had done after that second drink and the tale had spread wide and fast. She was something of a celebrity. "Shit's already on Youtube, bro," someone said. 

"Oh my gawd!" A girl in a mini-skirt cried, pointing, "It's that drunk slut they were talking about! She's been drunk as shit since noon!" "Oh my gawd..." said her friend. "Cosmo Girl was right: this is the Party School of the state! Awesome." "Yeah," replied mini-skirt, "just don't let me get that drunk, ok?" "You know you want to." "Shut up!" 

It's ok, Jess thought as she rubbed her sore slit. Let them have their fun. Not like I didn't enjoy it. In fact, fuck them, I loved it. 

"Ah fuggin' love thish shid," she mumbled defiantly. Squinting dumbly around her she pulled off her top, exposing her breasts to the party. Take that! She thought, leaning back against the wall, her tits rolling heavily to each side of her rib cage. Fuckin' prudes. She grinned stupidly, I showed them! 

The frat-bartender walked up to her. He obviously felt bad for her. "Sorry about all this," he muttered. "Things got a little out of hand back there." 

"So'kay," Jess slurred. She smiled up at him coyly. He was cute. She was naked. If she played her cards right she wouldn't have to settle for a beer bottle. She might still get some real action tonight. She struggled for a pick-up line, a come-on, something. But found nothing. She just sat there with her mouth hanging open, staring at his bleary form from under low slung lids. 

‚'Is there anything I can do for you?' he asked, looking rather guilty. 

Without hesitation Jess grinned a devilish grin. "Gimmie a Lon' Ilan' Ice Tee," she ordered, pointing her finger as if he were a dog being told to "go get it!" She giggled. "Only hol' thu Coke this time K? Shid jus dah'luts tha alcohol." 

He stood and stared at her for a second, not believing his ears. Finally he blew out a breath and pulled nervously on his ball-cap. "Holy fuck, you're a fucking lush." He shook his head. "Anybody ever tell you that? You're a goddamn lush." 

Jess furrowed her brow. "Whaz'a lush?" She asked. 

"It's someone who can't get enough alcohol." He said with a laugh. "Hold on, I'll get that Long Island Ice Tea. I know better than to come between a lush and her liquor." He disappeared into the crowd. 

Jess wasn't sure if his calling her a lush was a compliment of not. She tried to reason it out. It certainly was true that she couldn't get enough alcohol. In the last few months she had barely been sober at all. So that added up. She shook her head slowly. What could he possibly have meant by it? It felt like her skull was an underfilled fish tank and her brains were the water, sloshing around uselessly. She giggled: No, no, my brain's the fish sloshing around uselessly in a pool of booze, she thought. 

All this thinking was making her thirsty. 

"I needa jrink." Jess said, to no one in particular. 

She decided to just forget about whatever she had been thinking about and find a drink. 

She got up, holding onto the wall for support, then staggered into the crowd, naked. 

When the frat-bartender returned with her drink she was gone.

   

*** 

Jess slowly drifted into consciousness. She wasn't sure what time it was. Hell, she wasn't even sure what day it was. She realized she wasn't alone and looked over at the man next to her. She had no idea who he was either. She looked down at herself. Given the fact that she was naked from the waist down, she had a pretty good idea of what had happened last night. She smirked, which hurt, for some reason. Her face ached dimly. 

"Mussa fall down." Jess told herself in a hoarse rasp. 

Her ass ached too. She wiggled it against the sheet. "Mussa fall down." She repeated. 

Jess looked around the room to try and get her bearings. It was no use, she didn't recognize any of it, but given the d√àcor of the room, she'd say it was probably a frat house. 

"Prolly a fra' house." 

She rolled out of bed and stood up, swaying. 

Damn girl, you're still drunk, she noted with a grin. 

"Of fuggin' course!" She said aloud with a hoarse laugh. No way in hell you'd catch this big-titted co-ed sober, she thought exultantly. 

She'd promised herself she'd never be sober again once she arrived at college, and she was doing a good job keeping that promise. It was now late October, and she had been here for 2 months. In that time, she'd managed to wake up drunk every single day and maintain her drunkenness until she fell asleep, or rather, passed out. It was almost too easy. The trick was to open your throat, pour the alcohol in and then sip as much you wanted. The other trick was to try and hang around parties as often as possible: where it was expected that you would be falling down drunk. 

She had managed to make quite a name for herself around campus as the "party animal," which was really to say that she gained a reputation as a complete drunkard who could invariably be found at any and every party on campus, totally hammered and looking to drink even more. Jess The Party Whore was the most flattering of her nicknames. Booze-Slut, and Lush-Ass were what the frat boys called her. They, of course, were who she saw the most of (saw through tunneling double-vision usually, but saw none the less) since they were always up to party and also always willing to hook up a hot girl who wanted to get plastered. She hadn't attended a single one of her classes yet, though she had pissed herself on the library steps during Homecoming week, which as it turned out was as close to studying as she had come so far. 

As she continued to look stupidly around the room, her brain churning uselessly around and around on the fact that she was in a frat house, there was a rustle behind her. Her boy was waking up. She froze. 

"Hey‚... aw shit‚.... Hey‚..." The guy sat up, holding his head. "Is that you, Lush-ass?" 

"Uh‚... yah." 

"What're you doing? Get back here. Its gotta be like eight in the morning. You're up?" 

"Uh‚..." Her mind raced. "I god‚... uh‚... gotta classh‚..." 

He laughed. "No you don't. You've been partying with us since last week. You don't even know what classes you're enrolled in." 

"Oh yeah." Jess swayed gently. "So what?" 

"So what? Forget it." 

"I'm geddin a jrink." Jess admitted, "Thass why ah'm up‚..." 

"Yeah‚... I know." The guy flopped back onto the bed and pulled the sheet over his head. "Fucking dumb slut." He muttered. 

Jess pursed her lips, irritated by his bad manners. She had, most likely, let him fuck her last night. Probably all week. The least he could do was be nice. She shrugged. Not that I care that much. Besides, she thought, I need that drink. 

Jess looked around the room again and quickly found what she was looking for. Several bottles stood atop a dresser. There was a bottle of JD and three bottles of different types of Absolute vodka. The Jack bottle was about a quarter full. 

The Jack should hold me over, she thought. For awhile anyway. 

She grinned stupidly and, taking long weaving steps, went to the dresser and in a single motion grabbed the bottle, spun off the cap, and put it to her eager lips. She opened her throat expertly and let the contents drain down and down and down until it was gone. 

"Ah!" She breathed as she lowered the bottle and felt her belly turn instantly into a swirling whiskey hothouse. She belched JD-flavored fire and then stood giggling at the floor, waiting for the wonderful drunkenness to arrive. 

The rhythm and timbre of her giggle had changed over the last two months, Jess noticed dully, against her will. It was slower, deeper, and seemed to come from farther down in her throat. It almost sounded like she was giggling with the sound slowed down slightly. I sound like a retard, she realized with something that might have been embarrassment kindling in her. Is that how I always sound now? As quickly as the unpleasant thought arrived it disappeared, carried away by the fast rising wave of fresh alcohol that was hitting her brain. 

What was I just thinking about? Jess wondered. She couldn't remember. She giggled: a slow, stupid-sounding giggle that made her tits jiggle a little, which felt good. I have got no friggin clue, she thought. 

She couldn't stop giggling. 

I want more alcohol, she thought. 

Her thoughts, such as they were, were interrupted by a heavy sigh from under the sheet. 

"Look‚... Lush-ass‚... I'm fuckin' hungover here, alright? Not everyone wakes up shitcanned. If you're just going to stand there and giggle, go do it somewhere else and let me sleep." 

Jess ignored him. She made a contented noise as she officially reached another level of drunkenness. 

"Mmmmm..." She looked around with half-mast eyes (if she could have seen herself she would have been shocked at how sunken and raccoon-like they had become). She shook her head back and forth to get the room to sway. Her favorite sensation of weightless imbalance washed over her. 

She giggled stupidly again. Much better, she thought. 

She looked down at her naked lower body: Now, if I can just find my pants. 

This would be a problem, since her brain was pretty much useless. She tried in vain to remember even a little scrap of the last few days with which to triangulate some kind of clue as to the whereabouts of her pants. Nothing came. 

Desperate she turned toward the bed. "Aye, uh‚..." She realized (again) that she didn't know the guy's name. "I dunno yer name bu' do you know w'r my pan's are?" 

"No. Go away. I'm in no mood for your drunken bullshit right now. I have no idea where your fucking pants are." 

Jess giggled stupidly and stumbled sideways as she did so: "Fine‚... Sheesh. Misser grumpy-guy." 

After several minutes of peering around on the floor, Jess gave up her search. If they weren't in here, they could be anywhere. 

She looked back at the bottles atop the dresser. A full bottle of Absolute Lime beckoned her. She walked over and took it as if claiming what was rightfully hers, like King Arthur claiming the sword from the stone and held it with both hands and grinned down at it, enjoying the weight of it. The weight of a full bottle of booze, she thought, what a glorious thing. She felt herself getting wet. This would last a good bit of the day. She unscrewed the cap, took a swig. She shuddered and grinned at the limey bite. 

"Oh man, thas good." She said aloud, and took another swig. As she did, she noticed the wetness and heat in between her legs. I'm horny as hell, she realized; must be the booze. She started to giggle again. 

"Jess," The guy groaned, "will you just leave?" 

Jess turned back toward the bed, staggering a little. Her vision swam as she steadied herself against a desk and blinked at the sheet-covered form. That guy‚... what was his name? Never mind. He would do nicely. She put the bottle to her lips once more and sucked down a few big swallows. "Ah!‚" She set it down hard on the cabinet again. 

"Aye," She weaved over to the bed and crawled on top of the guy, "Aye 'oo'effer you are‚... less fuck." 

The guy almost started to protest, but Jess had already worked off the sheet and, finding him nude, grabbed his flaccid cock with both hands.

"Oh shit." He gasped, as Jess shoved her head down into his lap and took his cock into her mouth. "Ouch, Jess, the alcohol in your mouth burns." 

"Shuddup," Jess managed to say around her expanding mouthful. Soon he was fully erect and she was sucking away on him happily. 

"Oh my god‚... Oh Jesus." The guy said, twitching his hips and legs. Jess' numb throat allowed her to take him in as far as he could go. "Holy shit, Jess! You have no gag reflex?" 

", , !" 

After a few minutes of sucking Jess pulled up, a huge grin on her flushed face. "Now fug me," she commanded, "whoever tha' fug you are." 

With that she spun around and plopped her face onto the bed and thrust her ass into the air expectantly. Jesus Christ, girl, she thought with her last shred of dignity, you're like an animal! The thought just made her wetter. "Come on!‚" She snarled, wiggling her ass back and forth. "I'm fuggin' horny as shit!‚" 

The guy wiped his brow, "Gladly!" 

He positioned himself behind her and gingerly slid inside. "Oh Jesus, you're sopping wet!" 

She giggled into the bed, then started moaning as he thrust into her again and again. 

A half hour later, the guy pulled out and jerked off onto her back. As his hot jizz splattered her skin, Jess shuddered with pleasure and flung a hand up between her legs. Rubbing wildly she came. "Aaaa‚... aaaagaaawd!" She squealed. She had already come five times, each more violent than the last; this final orgasm topped them all, sending her body into a convulsive fit for over a minute. "Rrrrrr! RRRRAAAG!" She squawked, biting on the sheet. When she finished she let her hips drop to the bed and lay there, panting hoarsely. "Ah m'gawd‚... ah m'gawd‚... ah m'gawd.‚" 

Panting the guy slapped her ass and, laying back, yanked the sheet over himself. "Thanks baby," he said, "now get the fuck out of here and let me sleep." 

Jess continued to pant, smiling a huge smile: she was drunk, sexually satisfied, and thoroughly happy. 

I love college, she thought. 

Finally she rolled sideways off the bed. Her sweat-slicked ass thumped down on the floor, jolting her tits into a massive jiggle. She giggled there for a moment, letting the room sway and her pussy throb. Her idiot-giggle was now completely lost on her. She was stuck in a more or less permanent loop of dumb drunken happiness. 

I fucking love college. 

Pretty soon she was rubbing herself again, giggling and moaning. 

"Hey! For Christ's sake, get the fuck out of here!" yelled the guy. "Fuck!" 

A pillow struck the back of her head. 

"Ogay." She pulled herself upright and stumbled hard, ending up slamming into the wall, her tits bouncing. 

Grabbing her vodka bottle she headed out into the hallway, unconcerned about being seen in just a halter-top. Although it didn't occur to her in her increasingly brain-dead state, she was not wearing underwear. Wearing a bra or panties in the last two months was something she rarely remembered to do... And when she did, it usually required more coordination than her drunken fingers were able to muster and she usually gave up. "Ah'mma commaaandoo!" She would scream at parties when her pants had fallen around her ankles revealing her pantylessness. That always got a laugh out of the guys._ 

The house was quiet, and she staggered along as stealthily as she could. She peeked into several rooms looking for pants (she really had no idea what pants she had been wearing) with no luck, all she found were passed out boys (a few with girls in their arms). As her frustration grew, so did the frequency of her hits of vodka. By the time she returned to the room she had woken up in, she'd finished off over half of it, and could not walk a straight line to save her life. Almost as an after-thought she looked in the dresser she had gotten the booze off of and she found a pair of sweat pants. They were a bit too big, but they did have a draw-string, so they wouldn't fall down at least. Unfortunately, after she'd pulled them on her fingers refused to work the string, and her ability to focus on such a small object was deteriorating rapidly. "I kin jus hol' em up," she mumbled and took a pull from the bottle to celebrate her new clothes. 

She remembered the guy. The nameless guy. "Aye‚... uh‚..." She staggered over to him and poked his prone form. "Aye whad'efer yer name is‚... uh‚... Ah'm d'ggin'‚... waa'rn yer swa' panzz, K?" 

"Ok, whatever." 

Jess giggled. "Aye‚... ya wanna fug?" 

"We already fucked Jess, don't you remember?" The guy sounded annoyed. Very annoyed. 

"Nope," she said, with a giggle, even though she sort of did remember. 

Jess went downstairs and saw an empty water bottle on the coffee table in the den. Perfect, she thought. She poured the rest of the vodka into the water bottle. A bit spilled on the floor. Pity, she thought. What a waste. She shrugged it off and held up the water bottle to make sure it looked innocent. Sure enough, it looked just like water. This would let her drink on the bus. Then she noticed her purse on one of the end tables. Thank God, she thought. She may have lost her pants, but at least she'd still have her fake ID.__She took a swig of vodka to celebrate and went into the kitchen. 

She gasped. There were empty bottles EVERYWHERE! Every surface as cluttered with them; all kinds, all empty. 

Jess stood in the doorway giggling her new idiot-giggle. This is my kind of place, she thought. 

She started staggered around, surveying the damage and sipping absent-mindedly at the vodka. There was a heavy-set frat boy passed out on the floor by the stove. She weaved around him. 

In a flash a blurry memory came sputtering up from her pickled brain. Something about a beer bong and rum and that fat frat guy... She'd been harassing him for hours to do a cup of rum through the beer bong. She smirked: looks like he finally did. 

Then she noticed a newspaper on the table that was dated the 28th. 

"Ho'y shid... Really?"_She looked at it again to make sure. It read October 28th. And given the state of the paper, it was at least a day old. She couldn't remember anything after the night of the 25th, pre-partying with her girlfriend Cassie. She started to giggle; little bubbling bursts of idiot-giggle that set her rocking back and forth clutching the water bottle in both hands in front of her. That was a record black-out for her. She'd lost a day here and there over the past few months, but never 3 days straight! The thought of it made her pussy throb, which made her giggle even harder. 

Then she had a thought, a brilliant idea, and stopped giggling. A sly smile appeared on her lips as she wondered if she could make one last even longer.__With that thought, she grinned and lifted the bottle eagerly, opened her throat and drained the rest of the vodka. Her tummy was starting to jut out, filled with booze. Lowering the bottle she bit her lower lip and stumbled back a few steps, all the liquid she'd consumed since waking up sloshing around in her belly. 

Jess smacked her lips. "Tha'sssa start!" She declared to no one. 

But I'll need a lot more than that, she thought. I'll have to drink... Jess' eyes rolled back for a moment... so much alcohol if I am going to pull this off._ 

That's when she saw the bottle of 151. 

Jess whistled. "Oohh... fuck yah." 

It looked practically untouched. 

She shook her head in amazement, unable to believe her luck. 

She wasted no time filling the water bottle up with the rum and then took a few hits off the bottle itself. It burned fiercely, but she didn't care, in fact she had grown to enjoy the burn of the hardest of hard alcohol. 

She stood still, head cocked to one side, letting the ultra-strong rum do its magic. As she stood, swaying from side to side another of her genius ideas came to her alcohol-soaked mind. She had seen a back pack sitting on the floor next to the table in the living room. She could dump its contents and fill it with booze. There were plenty of full bottles around here for her to cherry-pick from. After all, she reasoned, she'd been giving these guys free sex for who knows how long, the least they could do was supply her with a few drinks. Of course, it didn't occur to her that from the look of things they'd already been supplying her with more than a few drinks. She nodded. "Less do this." 

Ten minutes later she put the clinking pack on her shoulders and stumbled toward the door. She was about to grab the knob when she realized that she had to pee very badly. 

"Oh ho ho ho!" She grinned stupidly around her. "Tha' wou'dda been a ba' t'ng‚... a ba' ba' t'ng." She staggered to the bathroom, let her sweat pants drop and then sat down hard on the toilet, still wearing the backpack. I need to be more careful, she chided herself blearily, can't be pissing myself on the bus. It flashed into her mind that it would be really hot to piss herself on the bus, actually. No, no, she forced the thought down, can't do it. Why not? She thought about it for a second, her brow furrowed. She could not think of the reason. There had to be one. She just was unable to figure it out right now. She lifted the water bottle of 151 and took a sip. Who cares? I already peed. She used the wall as support and stood up, pulling up her sweats. 

It took her a full minute to get to the door again, the backpack kept throwing her off balance and she would have to grab hold of something to keep from falling flat. 

After successfully navigating the treacherous front steps Jess staggered hard to her right and almost fell on her face in the grass of the frat house's front lawn. She caught her balance and laughed as she realized that she'd only been awake for about two hours and was already almost too drunk to walk._Jess blinked around her. Had anyone seen? No one seemed to be around. She nodded sagely. 

"Iss cool." She said aloud. 

She licked her lips. A draught of 151 would go down nice right now. Just then her sweat pants, her initial plan of holding them up having been forgotten in the alcohol-fog, slid from around her hips and plopped down around her ankles. A breeze caressed her bare ass, making her shiver. 

She stood for a moment, staring down at herself, uncomprehending. Then it dawned on her. 

"Ooooh... shid!" 

She grabbed them back up, staggering forward to keep her balance as she did so. She just needed to find a bus stop√ñ or did she?__If she was right, the area looked like one that was only 3 blocks from her apartment building. And given the time of day, that would let her cut through yards rather than having to travel the streets and risk getting seen by a cop. That made her happy so she took a big drink of 151 from the "water" bottle. 

As she made her unsteady and weaving way, Jess took pulls of 151 as often as she could._By the time she reached her building she had to crawl up the stairs. 

"Hey, nice ass!" Someone shouted. 

She turned and squinted blearily. Who the fuck? It turned out to have been some guy on a skateboard. She grinned stupidly, resting on all fours in front of her door. I do have a nice ass, she thought. I... 

Oh.... 

Reaching back Jess discovered that her sweat pants were hanging down so that well over half of her ass was out. She giggled and pulled at them. They wouldn't come up, she was pinning them down with her knees. "Fug it..." She mumbled with a grin. I have a nice ass anyway. Let the world look! 

"Good lord, Betty. Look." The voice sounded surprisingly close. It was a man's voice. "It's one of those damn kids they were talking about on the news last night. The binge drinkers.‚" 

Jess craned her neck around again. A middle-aged couple was strolling by, a few feet up the sidewalk. The man was doing his best to look offended, but his eyes were raking her body, lingering on her tits and ass. The woman was blushing furiously and averting her gaze. They hastened their steps. 

Jess wasn't sure what to do, she was so exposed, so humiliatingly trashed, it was more funny than anything else. She grinned widely, eyes drooped to slits. What should I do? 

"Hiiii!" she called after them. They ignored her and she burst into giggles. 

Her pussy was throbbing so hard it was almost painful. What a drunk I am! She thought. Without thinking she groped a hand down her sweats and between her legs. 

"Ooooh mah gaaaa‚...‚" Jess moaned as her fingers found her clit then went lower. She was sopping wet. "Wha'm ah wed?‚" She wondered aloud. 

She reached up and grabbed her doorknob and pulled herself to her feet. She propped herself against the door and then began fumbling with her keys. Her sweats dropped around her ankles again and she let them. No sense in worrying about it, she thought dimly, I'm just going to take them off when I get in anyway. 

It took her several tries, but she finally got one of the keys to work and opened the door. Since she had propped herself against the door, when it swung open she tumbled into the apartment and went sprawling across the floor. The backpack came open and the bottles rolled across the carpet. She laughed long and hard from the floor. Drunk, drunk, drunk I am drunk! 

"Laaa'eesh an' geena'men! She'sshh fuggin' jrung!‚" She announced hoarsely. 

She rolled over and pushed the door shut, then spent a few moments lying on the floor, running her hands over her body, enjoying every feeling from her dulled senses. 

This is the life! She thought: Nobody on her back to do stuff, nobody checking the cabinet to see how much she was drinking. It was like some kind of heaven on earth. 

Feeling the cold linoleum of the entryway on her bare, numb ass, Jess was able to figure out that she needed to take off her pants and get some more to drink. Pronto. She kicked off her sweats, banging her legs around crazily, unable to control them. 

Suddenly, she realized that she still wasn't sure what day it was. "Gawd!" She cried at the ceiling, returning inexplicably to her announce voice: "She'zz compl'lly fugged up, pee'bul! She dunn e'n noh wha day id iz anymore!" She imagined a crowd of laughing people. They get it, she thought stupidly, they understand. 

She crawled into the living room and managed to haul herself up onto her couch. With the room spinning around her she fumbled around until she found the remote then turned on the TV and put it on the Weather Channel. It turned out that it was not the 29th, as she had first thought. It was the 31st! Halloween, and she had lost 5 straight days! 

"Oh my fuggin' gaaawd." She drawled, rolling her eyes back. The very thought sent her hand down in between her legs. She spasmed as pleasure shot through the fog in her head._ 

Suddenly, Jess remembered something and she frowned. If it was Halloween then it meant that she was supposed to be at a party tonight that some girls named Tina and Sarah had invited her to. It was on the other side of campus at their townhouse. They were supposed to be getting three kegs and a fully stocked bar. Everybody was going to be there. But... Jess giggled, it was 11am and she couldn't even walk. The party wouldn't start until 8. She would have to go the entire 9 hours without a drink if she were to have any hope of being coherent enough to get there. She didn't think she'd be able to make it. 

Then she had a genius idea. If I'm unconscious, I won't be able to drink. 

"Gen'uss.‚" She muttered. "Ah'sahlood gen'uss‚...‚" 

Tipping forward she dropped to her hands and knees. Her breasts burst back onto her radar as a result. 

"Ho ho ho, hello there honey'sh,‚" She slurred, giggling. She reached up with both hands and seized her boobs. " Gotcha!‚" No sooner had she gotten her hands on herself then her head slammed hard onto the floor, since, of course, she had removed her supports. "Oww.‚" Massaging her boobs and gurgling with pleasure she realized she was pretty lucky that she had carpet. 

She sat up suddenly, eyes crossing for a moment then uncrossing, "Whaa a minu'de‚... Ah'ss ‚'upposssa do somethin'.‚" Then it all came back in a flash: she was going to go drink herself unconscious so that she could go to the party tonight. 

She grinned. I am so smart! 

She crawled to her room, grabbing the bottle of 151 from the entryway on the way and, once she was in her room, got her hands on her alarm and set it for 7, which would give her enough time to shower and get dressed before the party. 

She pulled herself into bed and propped herself against the wall.__ 

Now‚...Jess furrowed her brow, this was the serious part: she had to gauge how drunk she was and try to figure out how much alcohol would be needed to make her pass out. She figured that it would take about 6 more swallows (more or less arbitrarily since she was far too drunk to do any real reasoning). 

_She raised the water bottle of rum to her lips and began to drink, focusing with care on the number of swallows. 1‚... 2‚.... 3‚.... but when she reached 6 swallows, she didn't stop. In fact, she didn't stop until she had drained the whole bottle, which took 14 swallows. 

She belched fire. "Oooo..." She licked her numb lips. No control, she thought. The image of her mother's red face sucking down that whole bottle of rum in her bedroom months before popped briefly into her mind. A little burst of idiot-giggle bubbled up. The high-proof rum was hitting her hard already. 

She felt her face flush hard and her vision tunneled. She grinned. Damn._ 

She frowned. There was no chance of getting to the party now. She might as well turn off the alarm. She rolled to the side to get it and ended up rolling clear off the bed. She landed on her stomach, which really meant that she landed on her tits. "Ow." She said, reflexively, but it didn't really hurt... Her tits were numb. She began laughing uncontrollably and crawled toward the clock. I'm numb as shit and could do anything to my tits right now! She thought: I'm super girl! 

"Ah'm zzuupaa‚...‚" She couldn't complete the sentence before another burst of laughter forced her to double over, which sent her face straight into the carpet with a dull thunk. 

This is serious, she thought suddenly, even though she kept on laughing. I've got to get that alarm turned off. This might be the most important thing you'll do the rest of the day, girl, she thought, trying to muster the will to get up. It was hard. 

Lifting her smiling face up from the carpet Jess located the alarm clock. It was on the nightstand right in front of her. Rather than bothering to lift herself up to grab it she just grabbed hold of the power cord and jerked on it. The alarm came off the nightstand and, following the direction of her jerk on its cord, landed right on top of her head with a bang. 

She chortled. "Owie." Again, it didn't really hurt. She fumbled with the controls blearily for a moment and then, in a flash of inspiration tugged the power cord from the outlet. "Whadda gee'nuss!" She cried. "An' da c'ooowwd goeezz waaa'ld!" 

Well, if she wasn't going to go to the party, there was no reason to stop drinking now she decided. So she started to crawl back to the living room, where the liquor bottles were, but she never made it, passing out face down on the hallway floor.__ 

The next thing Jess knew, she was in her living room. Her mouth felt like cotton, her head was pounding and her entire body ached, especially her breasts. From the light outside, she'd guess it was early evening. She rubbed her hands over her face and then looked around blearily, everything washed in and out of focus. 

She discovered that she was totally nude and surrounded by the bottles from the frat-house that she had packed into her bag. Every one of them was empty. There were a number from her personal stash as well._ 

"Now, THAT was a binge," she declared proudly to the empty room, giggling her idiot-giggle. Then, almost wistfully she murmured, "I just wish I could remembered it." It was weird, Jess thought, she loved to black out so much but she also still wanted to know what kind of crazy shit she'd gotten into. She concentrated.... For a moment she recalled hanging out of her apartment window, yelling something at passing people who yelled back angrily and she sort of remembered throwing something out the window at them, then laughing and staggering in a celebratory circle, but the more she tried to get it clear the memory slipped away. She gave up with a giggle: Fuck it, she thought.__ 

She struggled to her feet, not noticing the puddle of dried urine she had been lying in, and staggered into the kitchen. "Whoah..." She mumbled, grinning, she was still pretty drunk. "Of fuckin' course, lay'ees an' gentlemen...‚" She giggled. 

She was ravenously hungry, but she knew she would need to settle her stomach before she could even consider eating anything. And there was only one way to settle the stomach. She opened the freezer and pulled out a bottle of rum and took a few deep hits off of it. The sugary burn warmed her and, smiling happily, she began rummaging around for something to eat. She had some frozen waffles, so she popped those into the toaster and took a few more swigs from the bottle. Happy numbness slowly began to return to her head and she sighed contentedly. It occurred to her that she hadn't had a hangover in a long time... not for months. Sure her body ached a lot, but her head was usually still pretty much still numbed up when she woke. "She's a lucky duck, lay'ees an'‚...‚" Jess skipped the rest of her announcement to take a deep draught of rum. 

She went back into the living room clutching the bottle of rum and flopped down on the couch. Looking around the room she counted 13 liquor bottles. And she had seen two more on the kitchen floor as well. She had wanted to go beyond her 5 day black out, and she thought there was a good chance she had. She decided to drink some more rum before checking. After a few hard swigs she grabbed the TV remote._

The Weather Channel said that it was November 7th, so she'd been out for almost 8 full days. In fact, she only remembered about an hour of the last 13 days!_Jess' pussy throbbed. She dropped the remote and started to rub herself vigorously. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, god!‚" She cried. Such a lush, such a demented little lush! 

The 7th, huh? Well, she had 14 days to go before she got her inheritance. Then, she would go on a bender unlike any before. Could she lose a whole month? A Year!? She took another swig and then moaned as she started to slap her clit, overcome with barbaric pleasure. She wondered if she would ever be coherent again. A huge smile crept across her face as she slapped herself to a lewd and screaming climax. 

The toaster popped just as she came. "Wah'fuls is done.‚" She drawled, panting. "It's eatin' time!‚" 

She made her way back to get her waffles, enjoying her stagger. She dropped them on a plate. 

"Gotta get syrup.‚" 

A check of the fridge and the cupboards revealed no syrup. 

A genius idea occurred to her. "Fug syrup.‚" She slurred. Cackling maniacally she proceeded to pour rum over the waffles. Once they were thoroughly soaked in alcohol she took two more quick sips from the bottle and then stuffed the waffles greedily into her mouth. The sweetness of the rum actually tasted awesome. 

"O' nee's sah'rup?‚" She said, her mouth full of rum-soaked waffle. It was brilliant, now she was getting nutrition and getting drunker at the same time. She giggled as pieces of waffle fell from her mouth. 

Suddenly, against all odds, she realized something. If her inheritance money was going to be deposited into her account on the 21st, the money would already be there when her credit card payment was withdrawn at the beginning of December. Another huge grin crossed her face. In essence she could start spending now. 

She grabbed the phone and hit speed-dial 1, which was for a liquor store she had an account with that made deliveries. Normally, she ordered 7 bottles per week because she didn't think she could afford any more than that. But now. 

"Yeah, uh... hi thish'zz Jess... tha' college... yeah, the college stu'end..." She tried to keep her slur under wraps without succeeding much. Oh well, she thought, these guys probably already know I'm a total drunk anyway. 

The guy on the other end of the line sounded tired. "Oh yeah, sure‚... Jessica, right? How's it going? Haven't heard from you in awhile.‚" 

"Yeah, fine. Everythin's‚... to'lly fine. Lemme ged...‚" 

"The usual?‚" 

"Naw... Nod the usual. Lemme ged two cases of each of wha' I normally ged."_ 

The guy whistled. "You must be having one HELL of a party!"_ 

"Oh, you have no idea," Jess said with a giggle. "How soon can you get it here?"__ 

"Your credit has cleared, so we can have it to you in about 30 minutes."__ 

"Great, thanks a million." 

Jess felt her pulse quicken as she hung up the phone. She hurriedly gathered all of the empty bottles lying around and put them in the spare bedroom with the others. (She hadn't thrown out a single bottle since arriving here. Her collection was close to 100. This new order would push her well beyond that.)__Then, with a devious chuckle she remembered that she was totally naked, so she went to her room and pulled on a pair of jeans and a halter-top. She didn't bother with a bra or underwear._ 

There was a knock on the door and she went to answer it. There stood a burly man with a hand-truck filled with her sweet liquor. 

"Oh my gawd.‚" Jess elated. "Yer here.‚" 

"Yep. Where you want all this booze, lady?‚" 

"Uh‚... Oh, in tha kitchen.‚" Jess could barely contain her excitement as the man stacked the boxes on the kitchen floor. He then turned and left, muttering something about "damn college kids." She paid him no mind, though. 

She weighed her options briefly: she had vodka, whiskey, rum, and gin (she had long since forgotten her previous dislike of gin and now considered it to be one of her favorite liquors... especially after some guy at some party had told her that it had an ingredient in it that actually went farther than plain alcohol toward killing brain cells... and though she didn't quite know why she thought that was so cool, she did). She tore open the box of gin (mostly because it was on top of the stack) and took out the first bottle. She held it up to the light for a moment, smiling at the clear, wonderful liquor that would soon find its way home to her tummy. Grinning widely, her pussy tingling in excited anticipation, Jess took off the cap. 

"Bottoms up!" she declared defiantly, lifting the bottle to her lips and opening her throat.

* * * 

She came to hanging over the edge of a bed, she wasn't sure whose, while someone fucked her. 

Oh boy! Was all that came to mind. 

"Aye, aye, aye!‚" She called out. "Shtop‚... ogay? Shtop!‚" 

The dick that was fucking her slowed, then withdrew. 

"What is it baby? You have to piss again?‚" 

"Nah‚...‚" Jess felt a belch coming, she hoped she could finish her thought before it came. "Ah wanna nodder ‚.... Oh shid, scuzze me. Wanna jring.‚" 

"Here.‚" 

A bottle got sit down by her head. She managed to grab it. 

"Don't you want to know what it is?‚" 

"Nah.‚" She put the opening to her lips and slopped in as much as she could, spilling a lot. Clutching the bottle with one hand and bracing herself on the floor with the other, Jess turned her head a bit. She didn't recognize the guy. He was kind of cute though. "Ogay,‚" She said with a grin, "You kin' keep goin' now.‚" She giggled. 

* * * 

"Nice shirt.‚" 

Jess swung around in a dumb, robot-like rotation that slopped gin out of her oversized tumbler. 

"Whoosat?!‚" She shouted at the voice. Where the fuck am I? She thought. 

A cute guy with a beard wearing a cowboy hat appeared in front of her, grinning. Around him swirled dozens of other people, dancing, talking, laughing. Jess squinted at him. He had huge teeth, it seemed. I must be at a party. 

"Oh shid,‚" she mumbled, "you've god big ole ‚'eeth!‚" 

"What?‚" 

She laughed. "Nefermin' ‚'oney, ah don' know whad ah'm talgin' bow half da fuggin' time.‚" She flung her arms out in a hopeless gesture while giving the guy a comic I'm Doomed look. "Jus' tell me ta shuddup when ah'm bein' stoopid stoopid cuz‚... cuz‚... ah don'‚... ah can'd‚... ‚... well, jush do id an' ah'll jus' shuddup.‚" 

"Uh, okay.‚" 

Jess furrowed her brow intently, "Ah'm thirssy!‚" She cried. "Where's mah jring? Where's mah fuggin' jring?‚" 

"It's in your hand. Right here.‚" The guy laughed and pointed. 

Jess nodded. "Yer righ'‚... Hol' on a sec.‚" With that she stuck out her lips, set the glass against them, tilted her head back and tilted the glass up at the same time, pouring its contents down her throat. "‚" went the booze as it disappeared. 

"Ho-ho! Holy shit, girl!‚" The guy uneasily backed off a little. 

Jess choked on the last of the gin. Coughing she staggered straight for the guy, arms outstretched. "Come'er, cudie!‚" She drawled, wrapping him in a tight hug, pressing her tits (which were naked beneath her thin Jack Daniels t-shirt) against his chest. "Ah don' efen know ‚'ow mush ah jrung.‚" She slurred at him, unsure of why is important to tell him, but also convinced that it was. A huge mindless grin hung on her sweating face. 

"What?‚" 

She giggled. "Yer cude!‚" She giggled again. "Ah said ah dunno bow tha jrung ah jring.‚" That was wrong, she thought. Fuck it. She kept on giggling. 

"Ok,‚" he said, shifting nervously, "Cool, uh‚... you're hella wasted.‚" 

"Oooo shid!‚" Jess let out a spastic explosion of hoarse laughter before pulling back from the guy's chest to fix him with her low-slung eyes. "Tha'ss tha unnerstannmen' off tha century, mutherfugger,‚" she intoned in a grave slur. "Ah'm nod wass'ed, ah'm lig‚... fuggin'‚... ah'unno‚...‚" She giggled stupidly. "Ah'm deci'may'ded‚... yeah, ah'm fuggin' exploded.‚" She laughed. 

Holding onto him tightly she pressed the guy against the nearest wall, which gave him support so he could support her, since she could barely stand. They conversed, or rather, she blathered about how drunk she was and how this was the best way to be as often as possible, and he yelled occasional responses for about ten minutes. 

Finally, just when he was starting to look bored, she grabbed his head with both hands and slurred: "Yer cude! Less go somewhere an'‚... an' fug, ‚'K?‚" 

The guy gaped at her. "Are you serious?‚" 

Jess laughed and rammed her hand down his pants, groping for his cock. "Whad'aa you thingk?‚" She breathed in his ear, "Ya thing'k ah'm jogin'?‚" 

The next thing she knew he was fucking her, hard, from behind in what appeared to be a small bathroom. Her t-shirt was pulled up and her big, bare breasts flapped unceremoniously in front of her. It felt good. 

"Oooh yeah! Fuggin'‚... fug!‚" She shouted. He had both of his hands on her ass, squeezing as he thrust. Ladies, and gentlemen, she thought somehow, college is fucking awesome! 

*** 

Heiress (And A New Friend) 

Jess's inheritance meant that she didn't have to think about money at all. Thanks to debit cards and automatic payment plans she was able to almost completely avoid handling cash either: when rent was due it came out of her account automatically, when she needed food, she had it delivered and handed her card to the service, when she ran out of alcohol she just called down to the liquor store and got more delivered and charged it to her account, when she went to parties or clubs she took a taxi and swiped her card. Things that would normally trouble a young co-ed financially never even had to enter Jess' addled mind, which allowed her to addle it all the more since she had no need for complex reasoning. The most complex problem Jess had to deal with during those months was how to get her drunk ass up off the bed and stagger to the bathroom before she pissed herself, or, how to clean herself up after pissing herself. The latter task often times fell on one of Jess' friends, whoever had the misfortune of being around when she guzzled herself into bladder-releasing oblivion. Often times this was Cassie. 

Cassie Olmstead was a girl who should never have been at a university in the first place. She wasn't cut of higher learning material: maybe a secretary, no more than a waitress, and even those would have been a stretch. Her IQ had been measured in high school as being somewhere just above retarded and though she was very pretty there was little else going for her. She had been blessed with her mother's heavy bosom (which had developed early, some had said too early and there had been some talk about looking into her intake of growth hormones through cows milk, a staple of her pre-teen diet) and the big ass of women on her father's side, along with their ease at keeping weight off in all the right places. She had the puffy cheeks on an otherwise slender face that came from eating too many cheeseburgers. As one of the dumbest girls in her high school she had managed to graduate only, and this had seemed like a brilliant idea to her at the time, by sucking off her English teacher, twice, for an unexpected A in Senior English. Her parents had excitedly applied their daughter to Allstate, filling out most of the paperwork themselves, scraped together enough to pay her first quarter's tuition and got financial aid to cover the rest. Of course they hadn't stopped to consider whether Cassie could take to study. Consequently, no sooner had Cassie's dopey ass plopped down behind a desk for Chem 101 on her first day then she was confronted with a textbook as thick as her own skull and she realized that spending every night at parties letting boys drool over said ass was a lot more entertaining than pouring over that book. When she found out she had to go to other classes too, it sealed the deal. She took to the frat-row night life with all the vigor that more booky freshman took to Proust. This effectively ended her college career before it had even begun, and the next few years would just be spent choking the last of the life out of it. 

Meeting Jess was something else that should never have happened to Cassie. Before she met Jess her drinking consisted of sipping keg cups of Bud Lite until she felt suitably loose and giggly to hang with the frat boys and not mind their leers and sexually forward joking. She met Jess a month into fall quarter, when her dislike for class was at its height but she was still making a heroic attempt to attend class. 

Jess was introduced by a muscle-bound loser named Dwight who Cassie knew from Chem101. Dwight introduced Jess as "Drunkie McSlut," which had simultaneously disgusted and impressed Cassie. The same two responses were elicited by Jess's appearance (she was wearing only a tiny black mini-skirt and a red bra) and by the fact that she had been too drunk to talk and had just stood there, leaning on Dwight, nodding dumbly. Cassie had chirped a pleasant greeting and made aimless small talk with Dwight. After a few minutes Jess had slurred something incomprehensible and staggered off. "Sheesh‚", Cassie had said, "that girl's a mess.‚" It was only been five o'clock in the afternoon. "Yeah,‚" said Dwight, "but you gotta love her, ya know? Rack like that and she still drinks like a goddamn fish? Takes balls.‚" Cassie had puzzled over that for hours afterwards. 

The next time they met had been a few weeks later at a Friday costume party on frat-row. Cassie, dressed as a slutty angel, had been at the party for ten minutes when she went upstairs to the bathroom to touch up her make-up. She had been poised in front of the mirror, eyebrow pencil in hand, when Jess, five sheets to the wind and wearing a large Van Halen t-shirt that occasionally pulled back to reveal white panties, had shambled in with a pint of Black Velvet in her hand. She had a huge bruise on her face (From when she had tried to get up on the beer pong table and had fallen face-first into the keg. That had been at around noon). "Um, hi." Cassie had said, nervously. Jess, leaning hard against the wall, had glared blearily at Cassie for a moment, and then she uttered the most ragged growl Cassie had ever heard: "Aye‚... arr'nn'oo gonna jrink er any'thin'?" Cassie tried to handle the situation diplomatically. "Look... um... Drunkie? Wasn't that your... name. Um... probably a nickname, right? Anyway, look, you should probably take it easy with the..." Jess cut her off with a hoarse laugh and a karate-chop gesture that commanded silence. "Ah zzad!" Jess yelled at the top of her lungs, "Arr'oo gonna fuggin' jrink?!!" Cassie, under Jess' heavy-lidded gaze half-jokingly held up her keg cup of Bud Lite, pointed at it, and then gulped down the last of it. Jess had set her lips in a monkey-like expression of approval, nodded solemnly and took of swig of her whisky. Lowering the bottle Jess had staggered off, grinning from ear to ear, leaving Cassie puzzled, but somehow impressed also. Balls, Dwight had said. Yep, sure enough. 

The two had exchanged numbers later that night and hung out a number of times during the following week. Cassie found Jess exciting; Jess found Cassie to be a welcome uncritical companion on her drinking escapades. It was a match made in heaven. 

After two months at Allstate Jess was so drunk most of the time that the people who knew her, who she called friends, had quickly tired of her belligerent outbursts, ceaseless booze hounding, and the messes she repeatedly made; for all of their antics and talk most of them actually wanted to do something with their lives. They didn't mind having Jess around occasionally, as a guaranteed joke--anyone who gets so drunk they fall down like clockwork every time you see them quickly becomes your ace in the hole for entertainment--but they increasingly grew tired of her and would usually end up dumping her, passed out or unable to walk, in a back room or in the bathtub. This would be Jess' college career in a nutshell: making a drunken fool of herself for the short-lived amusement of others while she believed herself to be the life of the party. Not that she would have cared too much if she had found out that instead of cheering her on, most of those she hung out with were shaking their heads and laughing at her. Her best gag of all, the one that soon became something of her calling card at frat parties (despite the fact that she thought she hid it well) was her own perverse enjoyment of herself as a lush. While she believed it was her own little secret when she crawled under a table or around a corner to masturbate furiously, Jess' "friends" made bets on how early in the night and after what drinks she would start calling out "Aw gawd ah's a fuggin lush!" and let her hands slip into her pants: the longer the time-frame the higher the stakes. 

Only Cassie could tolerate, let alone enjoy Jess' presence for any extended period of time. This was because Cassie, although a well-intentioned and nice girl, was dim-witted and impressionable enough that she found Jess to be an exciting figure in her life. "She livens things up‚" as Cassie told her mother a few weeks after they started hanging out. After she had a few drinks Cassie would basically defer to Jess, who was the party-girl who knew what to do and how to do it, and since Jess' instructions were usually little more than commands to drink with her, the more Cassie hung out with Jess the less she was in mental shape to think clearly about breaking out of Jess' orbit. The two of them would often drink together all night by themselves, with Jess pouring glass after glass for her friend and Cassie drinking them down. At first Cassie would blather on to Jess about her childhood, her fears, her crushes, all brought out and amplified by the booze, while Jess merely nodded and drank. At this stage Cassie tended to top out at a dozen or so drinks before she got so loopy that she would have to lie down and sleep, usually throwing up at least once beforehand. But as a result of Jess' constant taunts and orders Cassie was soon consuming increasingly large amounts of alcohol when they hung out (far too much for her weak mind to handle) and then sometimes continuing to drink the next day. This, of course, made Jess extremely happy, since it meant that Cassie was becoming, essentially, like her. 

Cassie 

Cassie felt good as she walked down the street. It was Friday for a start, which always lifted her mood. Her mother had always said that Fridays were when dreams can come true, but Cassie had never really known what she meant until she came to college, met Jess, got a fake ID and started hitting clubs and drinking heavily: as Jess put it one time, late at night after dozens of shots: "Being this was'd is a dream come true.‚" Not that Cassie really understood that too much either, but she came close. 

She smiled as the afternoon sun beat down on her. It was December, but there was no snow yet and things were brisk and a little chilly. She had been enjoying herself immensely since coming to college. As far she could tell, college totally rocked. Not class though, that part sucked. 

This week had been a case in point. The last couple of days her parent's had been on her case about her grades, which were dismal: she was failing every single one of her classes. Whenever she heard her father's condescending baritone voice over the phone she wanted to yell: "Oh yeah? Well at least I go to class at all!‚" That would show him. Except, she couldn't really say that because it wasn't really very true, she only went to class sometimes these days. Of course, Jess didn't go at all, she didn't even bother, which was cool. 

Cassie sighed as she started up the hill on the slope of which Jess' apartment complex was. It seemed like school wasn't even worth the effort. 

To celebrate her newfound peace of mind, she had decided to go out this weekend with Jess. She had a test on Monday, according to her friend Michelle who was in her class, but Cassie had no intention of showing up. No, it was party-time. 

As she reached Jess' apartment building she could see her friend looking out for her through the third floor window. When she saw her she started waving excitedly. 

"Hiya girl!‚" came the unmistakable greeting, Jess's voice was always hoarse, like she'd been yelling for twenty-four hours before hand. 

"Hey!‚" 

"Come upstairs, I god us drinks an' we can decide whad to wear. What duyah think?‚" 

"Sounds cool to me,‚" Cassie replied. It sounded like Jess had made an early start on the drinking (not that that was surprising, Cassie thought with a smile). 

Her suspicions were confirmed when the door opened and she greeted her friend. They hugged, pressing their big tits together pleasantly (Jess's were bigger than Cassie's: much to the latter's chagrin), and as they did Cassie crinkled her nose at the sharp smell of alcohol that hung around Jess like a shroud. 

"Don' mind the mess,‚" Jess said nonchalantly, waving a dismissive hand at the piles of clutter, dirty clothes, and empty liquor bottles that lay around the living room, "I'm gonna clean my place up negst week. This weekend I'm pardyin', ya know?‚" 

Cassie laughed weakly, "Uh, yeah, who has the time?‚" Do you really expect me to not know that you party pretty much constantly? She thought, eyeing Jess's face for clues that she was joking. There were none. 

As the girls entered Jess' bedroom, Jess immediately began stripping off her clothes as though it were the most natural thing in the world. She was wearing a black uniboob workout bra and a pair of little black shorts that barely covered her ass. 

"You look like Sporty Spice!‚" Cassie exclaimed with a bounce and a laugh. 

"Who?‚" 

"Oh, never mind.‚" 

"Right then, outfits!‚" Jess cried happily. Truth be told she had been nursing a bottle of Old Crow whisky all afternoon, holding back the urge to chug it all down with all of her willpower, and only because she wanted to get wasted at the club. "Now, I know what we said on tha' phone ‚'bout lil' tops and jeans, but I always wear that. I was thinkin' we shou' try somethin' that'll be more fun! Something more, like, kinky, ya know?‚" 

Cassie couldn't help eyeing those glorious boobs. She also couldn't help mentioning it. "Damn, Jess. You're stacked, girl!‚" Cassie eyed her friend's boobs with awe and envy. Of course, she had seen Jess' breasts before, held by various fabrics and, once or twice, naked when she flashed boys at parties, but they never ceased to amaze her. 

"Thank you.‚" Jess giggled, glowing with delight. "I got some good DNA I guess, huh?‚" 

Cassie's brain cranked slowly. "Um‚...What's DNA?‚" she asked. 

"It's like, this stuff you get from your parents when you're born that, like, makes your body look like it does,‚" said Jess matter-of-factly. "This guy was telling me about it the other night. 

"Sounds geeky.‚" Cassie curled her lip in disgust. 

"Yeah? Well‚... I fucked him anyway.‚" Jess chortled obscenely and gave Cassie a sidelong glance. "Ya know?‚" 

Cassie shrugged, "Some of us have standards I guess.‚" She meant it as a joke, but it was also true: Jess would fuck anybody. 

Jess stuck out her tongue at her. The two girls giggled. 

"You got some good DNA too.‚" Jess said finally. 

"You think?‚" Cassie turned sideways and stuck out her butt and chest then looked at Jess eagerly. 

"Yeah. Totally.‚" Jess said. "You have a grea' ass.‚" 

"Really?‚" 

"Uh-huh.‚" Jess turned to her closet, which was a mess of hangers and clothes that had no apparent rhyme or reason. "I was thinkin' of maybe som'min fancy. Ya know? Like, som'min' sleek an' stuff.‚" 

"Huh?‚" Cassie said after a brief pause. Som'min? she thought. Jess must be pretty sloshed already. 

"Oh ya know, fancy clothes. Grab a bit'a attenshion.‚" Jess giggled a slow, dopey giggle that make Cassie wince. Yep, Cassie thought, Jess was majorly toasted. "Af'er all, you're single, I'm single. Even if neither of us get's laid, it'll be a good time. 

"Yeah, but you will get laid.‚" 

"Shut up! Watch and learn, !‚" 

Cassie found a space to sit in amongst the trash on the bed. Then, to her amazement, Jess pulled on a pair of dark black hold ups. Over this, she pulled on the smallest black skirt Cassie had ever seen. 

Jess winked, standing up straight and smoothing the skirt down. "You startin' to see whad I mean?‚" 

"Yeah,‚" She said, then gave a nervous laugh, "I'm starting to see your ass cheeks.‚" 

Jess laughed too, a loud, bold, and uninhibited laugh. It made Cassie as envious as her dumb-sounding giggle had made her nervous. I wish I could laugh like that, Cassie thought: Guys love a confident chick; Jess has got that in spades, even if she isn't the brightest tool in the shed.

Then, without warning, Jess unhooked her bra and dropped it. Her heavy breasts bounded out and down in all their glory. 

"Wowwzers!‚" Cassie said embarrassed, she averted her eyes for a moment then glanced back, unable to resist. "Damn,‚" she said, "Yours are way bigger than mine.‚" 

Jess giggled too, but didn't seem to quite know what to say in response. 

"Yeah,‚" She said, then gave out that same splendid laugh. 

Cassie thought she would die with envy at that moment. 

Jess hoisted herself into a black diamante corset that pressed her waist in and her tits up. The outfit was completed as she donned a pair of fluffy cat's ears on a headband and some elbow length black gloves. 

"How do I look?‚" Jess asked, with a dopey giggle. "Good enough ta lap up?‚" 

"Err ‚...you could say that.‚" Cassie said and gave a pained expression. 

Jess leaned in, her face eager. "Ya ged it? Cuz of my kitty ears?‚" 

"Um, yeah‚... I get it.‚" 

Jess giggled hard at her own joke. "Funny, huh?‚" 

Cassie forced a smile and nodded. 

"Come on then,‚" Jess said, regaining her composure, "we've got half an hour to get inna town. Let's fin' you something that's as kinky'n'fancy as mine, K? Hey,‚" Jess' face darkened, "you haven't touched yer jrink.‚" She gestured toward the coffee table where two large tumblers of dark liquid sat. 

"Oh, uh‚... sorry,‚" Cassie got up and went over to the coffee table. "What are we drinking?‚" 

"Whisky Coke.‚" Jess chirped. "It's‚... uh‚... Jim Crow whisky, or something.‚" 

"Cool.‚" Cassie wasn't too sure about all the drinking she had been doing lately with Jess; it had to be bad for her somehow. But it felt good to go along with Jess. It felt great actually. She held up the tumbler. "Here's to us. Best friends!‚" 

"Oh, hold on.‚" Jess was too far away from her tumbler so she reached into her closet and pulled out a pint of Black Velvet whisky. She cracked off the cap and held it up. "To us!‚" 

"Uh. Yeah‚...‚" It still made Cassie nervous when Jess pulled booze out of the most unlikely of places or drank straight from the bottle. I'll get used to it though, she told herself, I shouldn't be judgmental. She took a deep draught of the whisky-Coke. It was strong, of course (Jess had mixed it for Christ-sakes!). She coughed. "Wow, that's‚... Oh!‚" When she looked up she saw that Jess had just sucked down a good five swallows worth of straight whisky. 

Jess smacked her lips and closed her eyes with a look immaculate pleasure on her face. "Mmmm‚... screw the Coke,‚" she gushed, "I'm switchin' ta straigh' whisky, K?‚" 

"Um, okay.‚" 

"You take my glassh, Cassie‚... I'm gonna stick ta this.‚" Jess giggled that dopely giggle again. 

Cassie gulped and shuffled nervously. To hide her uneasiness she drank more of her drink. 

Jess rummaged around in her closet for a few moments then pulled out a tiny little white and blue sun dress that looked like it was for a toddler. "Finish that.‚" Jess ordered, gesturing at Cassie's drink. 

Cassie drained it without thinking, coughing when she set the empty tumbler back on the table. 

"Good.‚" Jess sipped from her pint of whisky and tossed the sun dress to Cassie. "Now put that on, girl.‚" 

"You sure?‚" Cassie asked, holding up the dress. She was already feeling buzzed. I'm such a damn lightweight, she thought bitterly. 

Jess smirked. "Fuck yeah. Yer gonna knock ‚'em dead tonigh'!‚" She went over to the coffee table and got the other tumbler. "Here,‚" she said, handing it to Cassie, "drink this one too.‚" 

By the time the two of them got out the door, Jess had prompted Cassie to down a total of four tumblers of strong whisky-Coke and Cassie was stumbling drunk. For her part Jess had sucked down most of the whisky from the pint (and had used some to top off one of Cassie's tumblers when she wasn't looking, just to hurry things along) and then had shoved it into her purse. 

At the club the two of them bellied up to the bar, Cassie feeling nice and loose. I could get used to this, she thought, smiling. 

"Get us two double whisky sours!‚" Jess called to the bartender. 

When their drinks arrived Jess got serious. She took Cassie by the wrist, holding her away from her drink. "Look.‚" She said. "You need to get something straight, okay? You're a pretty good drinker, I'll give you that, but you're also pretty much a pussy too.‚" She cackled. "So, we're gonna use these drinks here and I'm gonna teach you.‚" 

Cassie was just buzzed enough to think it was good idea. "Okay!‚" 

"The most important thing is‚... keep drinking. It'll seem like you should stop, but don't worry‚... you godda keep it up and if you do you'll make it and get super wasted and everything'll be cool. Second thing, when in doubt‚... chug. If you don't like a drink you got, don't waste it, okay? Chug it and get somethin' you like. Third thing, after a ‚'toast' you always gotta chug.‚" 

Cassie nodded. "Sounds pretty straight forward.‚" 

"I know, huh?‚" Jess laughed. "But tons of people just‚... fuckin'‚... totally fuck up those rules all'a time.‚" 

Cassie held up her whisky sour. Time to show Jess that I'm a good student (at least in this case), she thought. "Here's to education!‚" 

Jess nodded. "To education.‚" 

They chugged their drinks. 

An hour later Cassie knocked back another vodka-tonic and felt her tummy gurgle ominously ("Don' mix zose‚...‚" Jess had warned awhile back, "you don' wanna mix whissy and vodka‚... Nah jus' yet anyway.‚"). Fuck it, Cassie had thought. She waved to the bartender for another and glanced over at the dance floor where Jess was dancing with some guy in a wife-beater. Jess' version of dancing was to hang onto a guy and gyrate on him; as much physical contact as possible in order to make sure that he held her up, since by this point she had downed so much alcohol so fast that she could barely stay upright. The guy was holding her ass with both hands as she sloppily humped his leg, a huge grin on his face. 

Cassie sniggered. Jess sure is cool, she thought, accepting her next vodka-tonic and sipping it. She'd been thinking it over and over tonight. Jess just didn't give a shit about what anybody thought and she knew so much about drinking. She had a system to it and everything. It was so‚... refreshing, after all the popularity bullshit from her high school. Jess was beyond that petty shit. 

Cassie was drunk. It helped her to think thoughts like these, they came freely now that she was good and soused. It also helped her not worry about the test she was supposed to take on Monday. 

She glanced back to the floor where Jess had stumblingly changed partners and was now dancing all over some black guy in a green sweater vest. 

"Hey baby,‚" A guy with a shaved head sidled up next to her. "I'm gonna get my dance on! You coming?‚" He smiled at her chest. 

Cassie blinked at him. He was cute. Not super cute. She smiled at him, letting the laid back looseness of her drunk make her decisions for her. "Inn'a min'in ‚... I needa go to tha' bafroom.‚" God, she thought, I'm slurring badly. She giggled to show him that it was all cool. 

"Aight.‚" He said. 

She stumbled into the ladies room, wanting to be as quick as possible so she didn't lose this willing guy. She felt confused, unsteady, and now horny. 

She checked her mascara and hair, and then admired her reflection. She looked quite hot in the outfit, she thought. The sun dress was so tight it made her look huge in the chest area, and the silver pointy stilettos added some nice extra height and good tone to her calf muscles. The skirt was so short that it showed her ass pretty much anytime she moved; Jess had convinced her to wear a blue thong. 

She was relatively unaware of the door opening until she noticed a strange girl with long black hair in a sleek black dress standing behind her through the mirror. Cassie did recognize her from the dance floor though, she just didn't know her name. 

"Hi!‚" Cassie said, not sure why. 

"Um... Hi.‚" The girl in black looked irritated. 

"Jus' checkin' ta mag' sure I'm hot enough ta join you ou' there,‚" Cassie laughed. 

"You look fine.‚" The girl in black said, putting her handbag down at the next sink. She gave Cassie a tight-lipped smile and started fixing her hair. She obviously didn't want to talk. 

Cassie swayed. Then, with a giggle, she blundered on: "They mix the jrinks strong here don' they? I dunno, I think I had a few too many.‚" 

This time she got ignored. 

Cassie paused, swaying. "Whas yer name?‚" She had no idea why she was bothering this girl. She just couldn't keep her mouth shut. 

"Kathleen. Look, do you mind? I'm not here to socialize, ok?‚" 

"Ya don' haffa be rude,‚" Cassie whined. Blushing, she stumbled into a stall and sat down hard on the toilet. 

"Ow.‚" 

Kathleen scoffed, finished up in the mirror and left. 

Cassie peed, wondering why she had to make a fool of herself when she got drunk. 

Back at the bar, Cassie ordered another vodka-tonic without thinking twice about it. Once it arrived she downed it and ordered another one. The bartender arched his eyebrows but gave it to her. 

Taking her drink Cassie stumbled out in search of that guy who had wanted to dance with her. Her vision was blurry and her coordination was terrible so it took her awhile to find him. When she did she realized that she was too drunk to dance so she asked him if he wanted to sit down at a booth. He agreed, his eyes roving over her. 

Cassie didn't know what she was going to do. They sat down and she sipped her drink and then he figured it out for her. When she had finished off her drink and got up to get another one, he got up behind her and put his arms around her from behind and cupped Cassie's boobs, softly. 

"Don't go no where, baby.‚" He whispered in her ear. He squeezed her breasts through the sun dress a little more firmly. "I know you a tease, girl, but I think you should stay a minute.‚" As he said this, he eased his left hand up and slipped his fingers in and onto Cassie's left nipple. 

Instantly there was a twinge from her crotch. There were all these people around! Cassie smirked looking at the bleary crowd, unable to make out any faces. Fuck ‚'em, she thought. Let the drunk make the decisions. The twinge became a damp patch under her skirt as the guy used his free hand to bunch Cassie's hair out of the way and began kissing her neck. 

Her nipples had always been the spot that really turned her on. 

Her compliance having been established before there was time to think Cassie found herself being pulled back into the booth. 

The guy spun her around roughly. She gasped. The sound of the club, thumping bass and a roar of voices became mere background noise as the guy tore the front of her sun dress open. 

"There's bud'nns in tha back.‚" Cassie slurred stupidly as he pulled her toward him and then began licking her exposed nipples. Cassie forgot where she was for the moment, sighing and gasping as her breathing quickened. 

Laughter emerged from the din of the crowd. It sounded close. Cassie ignored it. They could be laughing at anything, she thought. 

The guy seemed oblivious too. He alternated between licking and sucking the nipples and ran his hands up and down her Cassie's leg. Instinctively, Cassie put her leg up and rested her heel on the booth's table. The guy reached the top of her thigh and pulled the little blue thong aside, teasing her lips gently. 

The sighs then became light moans, which encouraged him to find her clit. 

This was heaven, Cassie thought. This must be how Jess feels all the time. Drunk, horny, barely in control. Like an animal in heat or something. She found herself vaguely repulsed by her own thought. I'm not an animal! Oh yes you are! 

Cassie felt that she should do something in return. It didn't take long to figure out what it should be. 

What do you want to do? A voice inside her asked. Well‚... 

She ran her hand up down and clumsily undid his pants. Pushing him back from her tits for a moment she shoved her face down into his lap, lips groping for his cock. When she finally managed to pull it out, she discovered that it was quite hard and quite big. "Oh yeah,‚" she grunted and took it into her eager mouth. 

The guy did not argue, closing his eyes as she pumped her upper body up and down, brushing her tits on his legs and sucking mightily. 

The laughter continued, though Cassie paid it no mind now. If she had turned around she would have discovered that a small crowd of people had amassed and were watching. 

She moaned again, realizing that she was about to cum, even without stimulation to her clit or vagina. 

I must love to suck cock, she thought with enthusiasm. How could I have forgotten? It had taken Mr. Flech, her English teacher in high school, so little prompting to get her to go down on him for that passing grade that it had boggled his mind and she had loved every freakin' second of it. 

Her body was getting hotter and hotter. The sensation of his cock in her mouth, in and out, in and out, was almost too sexy to bear. 

When she exploded it was with such intensity that the room and everything began to spin, and she screamed her orgasm in total abandon, muffled as it was by the cock in her mouth. 

"Ho! Ho! Holy shit, what a slut!‚" Someone in the crowd shouted. 

Meanwhile, at the bar, Jess was being bought shot after shot by two townies. 

As Jess downed a large shot Jager, one of her benefactors leaned in and said: "Hey, you know that chick you came in with is a total slut, right?‚" 

"Huh?‚" Jess wiped spilled Jager from her chin. "Wha'ss tha'?‚" 

"That chick you came here with. She's a fucking slut.‚" The guy was grinning, nodding. 

Jess was confused. "Ya mean‚... uh‚... Cazzie? Nah, she‚... she‚...‚" Jess's mind did a slow somersault, unable to complete the thought. "Ah dunno whachoo mean.‚" She let out a helpless little giggle. 

"Are you a slut?‚" 

Jess giggled. She could understand that question. "Yeah, I guessh so.‚" 

"Oh you do, do you?‚" The guy chuckled. "What's your name?‚" 

"Jessh.‚" 

"Jess?‚" 

"Yeah,‚" Her face turned serious. "So, ‚'oos gonna gemme anodder Jager?‚" 

"You want another one? Alright, cool.‚" He signaled the bartender. "Set this lovely lady up with another double.‚" 

"Ma'gid a tribble!‚" Jess commanded. 

"Well, well‚...‚" 

In the middle of downing her seventh shot of Jager, Jess toppled backwards off of her stool and crashed to the ground, blacking out hard. 

* * * 

"No." Cassie said into her cell. "Jess is too drunk to do anything. I'm up to hang out though. Where are you at?" 

She had been hanging out at Jess's for the last few days, they had went clubbing every night and Cassie had put school completely out of her mind. 

"Aaye! Fug you!" Jess slurred from the floor where she had fallen an hour ago. It felt like a giant invisible hand was holding her down flat: a giant alcohol-hand. Ordinarily she would have just laid there and basked in her drunkenness, but there was a party to go to! She had to get up. "Ah'm fine..." She yelled. "Ah wanna..." She paused, her mouth opening and closing stupidly. She didn't know what she wanted. 

"Shut up Jess," said Cassie, "You're shithoused, you're not going anywhere." Cassie was buzzed, but not very. It was only mid-afternoon, and while Jess had been wolfing down tumbler after tumbler of vodka, Cassie had been sipping her third tumbler. The fun of hanging out with Jess was dissipating. All she did was drink: she drank before the club, at the club, when they got back from the club, in the morning after the club. It was nuts. Frankly, she starting to annoy her, especially when she got like this. 

"Fug you!" Jess hollered belligerently, dragging herself to her feet with tremendous effort and swaying there like a thin tree in a strong wind. She wore only a pair of tight boy-shorts and a spaghetti strap halter top. "Gimmie a fuggin'... a fuggin' shod'a ‚'eyaager... an' we's gonna go to--" In mid-sentence she swayed too hard to one side and collapsed onto the floor again with a crash. "Ow! Fug!" She shouted. 

"No." Cassie was saying. "She can't even stand up. Yeah, that's her yelling, I'm not going to bother bringing her. Yeah, I know, she'll just be passed out again in an hour or so." 

Jess rolled onto her back and glared blindly at the spinning ceiling. Everything was so unfair! She thought. Why couldn't she go to the party? She was just a little bit drunk was all. Not even that drunk. She decided to tell her new friend. "Isss noaawd efen lig'mmm tha jrunk." She whined. "Why kan'd ah go'a pardy?" 

"What?" Cassie shook her head. "Listen to yourself, Jess. You can't even talk anymore, just stay there." 

"Ah fuggin' wanna PAAR'EE!" Jess snarled, struggling to get up again. 

"Well, you can't. You're too drunk to get up." Cassie sighed. "And I sure as shit can't carry you." 

Jess switched tactics. "Bu'... You saaaa'd." She whined. "You sa'd ah co'... co' go wif you...." 

"I did not." Then into the phone: "Yeah, yeah... I'll be right over. Flex's? Cool. No, no... Jess isn't coming." 

She snapped her cell closed and then went to the bar, stepping gingerly over Jess' limply flopping form. After a moment's consideration she poured herself a tall glass of vodka and held it up to the light. 

"God, Jess," She muttered. "You can really drive a girl to drink.‚" She laughed, then drank it down in one go. " ... Ahh!" 

"Kaaa'zzzeee!" Jess wailed from the floor. 

"Shut up." Cassie snapped, pouring herself another glass. 

She drained that one too, almost against her will since she had not been planning on getting much drunker before she went to the party. There was something irresistible about drinking booze when she was around Jess, even in the face of what it could do to you. Cassie glanced at Jess: Case in point, she thought with a smirk. 

Jess pulled herself with flailing motions over to the wall and propped herself into a sitting position. Her halter top was pulled down so that her big breasts stood exposed, supported from below so they stood up, the nipples pointing straight out, hard and erect. She fixed her bleary eyes on her chest, blinking and trying to figure out what to do next. 

"Aye, mah d'itzz er oud." She slurred. A slow smile crept onto her face: a genius idea had just occurred to her. "Aye‚..." She called, "Aye Cazzy‚..." 

Cassie was contemplating whether or not she wanted to pour herself a third glass of vodka. It seemed like a good idea, but then again, wasn't it what Jess would have done? And look at her. "What?" She snapped. 

Jess cackled evilly. "Aye Cazzy, comm'er an' sug on my d'its." 

"What?! No!" Cassie was taken aback. "Have you gone crazy, girl? You've killed your last goddamn brain cell haven't you?" 

"Mah'be." Jess frowned, considering it. "Ah can'd tell." She gave up her considerations quickly with a grin. "Bu' you shou' sug on my boobies though anyway though."

   

"Heeey!" Jess yelled as she slowly faded in and recognized her apartment. The last thing she remembered was downing shots at the club while Cassie sucked off some dude in a corner booth. "Wha' happen'?" She slurred. 

There was no answer. 

"Hey!" She figured there had to be booze somewhere nearby. She was still wasted, but was already thirsty. Her stomach growled for alcohol. "I needa jring!" she hollered out at the room, not sure if anyone was around to hear her. 

"Hol'... hol' on... I god you cover'd..." slurred a voice. It was Cassie. She was slumped in a beanbag chair a few feet to Jess' left wearing a red bra and black panties and nothing else; her hair was a greasy mess and her make-up was smeared wildly around her face. 

The two girls had been deeply drunk for well over twelve hours. Cassie had managed to get Jess home from the Flex's by enlisting the aid of some cute townie boys: they had carried Jess and Cassie had gotten to make out with them, emboldened by last week's incident at club. Once back at Cassie's apartment, with the sun coming up outside, the townies had shown remarkable constraint and turned down Cassie's sloppy advances, though they got her number so they could call to "party" some other time, and left the two girls to their own devices. Jess woke up and demanded a drink. Drunk and impressionable Cassie had slung Jess into a chair and, following her instructions, had started mixing vodka-Red Bulls. At around ten in the morning Jess had decided to bring out some "special sauce‚" and tottered out of the room. When she returned it was with a crate of clear, unmarked bottles that she said she had "got from a friend who mixed it himself.‚" A couple of the bottles were opened and drunk from and pretty quickly Jess had passed out cold. 

So now that Jess was demanding more to drink again, Cassie, handed a glass filled with the Special Sauce to Jess who accepted it with both hands as if it were a chalice. 

"Oooh my God, thang you.‚" Jess cooed and then rubbed an absentminded and numb hand against the undersides of her big tits, discovering in the process that they were bare. She glanced down to find that she was completely naked. 

"Why'm I naked?‚" She asked. 

"You sh'ed you were hod.‚" 

"Oh.‚" 

"Tha' was awhile ago.‚" 

"Where's Bobby?" Jess asked. She was unable to identify the contents of the glass. She tried to focus on what she could ascertain about it. This is important stuff here, she thought to herself, this work of figuring shit out about what's going on. Very important. She nodded. Very very important. The glass was pretty full, she noticed vaguely. Its contents were clear and looked like vodka. She grinned happily at the possibility. I love vodka. 

"I dunno." Cassie slurred. "He'zz naw here tho'‚... Cou' be‚..." She shrugged, deciding against taking a guess, "‚... I dunno." Then she frowned, "Whaddaminn'n‚... who's Bobby? You mean John, yer boyfrien' right?‚" 

Jess was peering intently into her glass like a scientist examining the outcome of an important experiment. Very much like vodka, she was thinking: but the liquid was also cloudy, unlike vodka. 

Fuck it, she thought, I can't figure out shit. Realizing how nice her friend was for handing her booze Jess sat up straight (thrusting her tits out mightily as a result) and blurted out the first thing that came to mind "I fug you..." She paused, blinking her heavy lids. "Uh." No, no, that was wrong. Jess struggled. She had meant to say I love you. She grinned sheepishly and let out a splutter of idiot-giggle. "Uh... wha I me'nn ta say wash... uh... Thangsh... uh..." She froze for a moment, having completely forgotten her friend's name... Crystal? Melissa? Jess sat thinking for a moment, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Finally she shrugged. "Uh... thangsh 'oo'effer you are." Letting out a sheepish little giggle at herself she lifted the glass and gulped all of it down in big, greedy swallows. It tasted awful and had a grimy texture, even Jess' alcohol-scorched taste-buds registered it as horribly bitter and she gagged hard. "Aaack!" She croaked when she lowered the glass. Tears welled up in her heavy-lidded eyes. "Wha wazz tha'?" 

Cassie shrugged, a look of placid ambivalence on her flushed, lipstick and mascara smeared face. She was very drunk, drunker than she had ever been in her life thus far. Happy too, happier than she had ever been. At this moment she could feel only a small glowing coal of sobriety burning down in the deepest recesses of her brain: everything else was a wash of numbness and joyful buzzing. She hadn't noticed that Jess had just forgotten her name. Truth be told she wasn't noticing much of anything. Each time she hung out with Jess her ceiling for drunkness kept getting higher and higher and her already poor mental skills deteriorated further and further. By now she had a hard time tying her own shoes. She wore high heels and sandals as much as possible now, and tried to avoid getting dressed at all. Just like Jess, she thought with a spaced out grin. Jess sure was cool. Which reminded her: Jess had just asked her something. 

Cassie blinked blearily. "Huh? Whajew say Jessh?" 

Jess focused. Hard. Her throat was on fire and her brain felt like it was melting in successive waves of warmth from her throbbing belly. "Uh... Whazz in thizz..." She gestured with the empty glass. "...thizz... Er... was in thizz... er‚... gla'sh?" 

Cassie nodded, finally understanding the question. She cackled, "Yer jrunk, Jessh!" 

Jess nodded. 

Cassie shrugged. "Tha' glassh was‚... uh.. Isss uh..." She pointed toward her desk which was arrayed with a forest of bottles. "Id 'uuss from one'a those unmargged bo'lles tha' you... tha' you god from..." She paused. She couldn't remember who Jess had gotten the unmarked bottles from. She knew Jess had told her. "Uh, from whoever." Cassie laughed a little. It was so hard to think clearly. She couldn't remember shit about the last few weeks either. Since she started hanging out with Jess, it always seemed unimportant to remember stuff, so she just let it go. "Goddam." She said to herself, although she spoke loud in order to hear herself over the ringing in her ears. "I'm wass'd." She squinted around her. Her room was a pit. Dirty clothes and empty bottles piled everywhere. She was pretty sure that she and Jess had started drinking at about six o'clock in the evening of Thursday. Now there was sunlight glaring behind her blinds. "Wha' time iss'd?" She asked Jess. 

"I don' know wha'ss‚... wha' wass in... wha'zz in joss bah'lls." Jess slurred, her brow furrowed, ignoring Cassie's question. Jess was vaguely worried about how strong the liquor she had just drunk was. It had tasted unusually potent. Not that she minded. She smirked. It was just that she usually didn't feel any burn when she drank vodka. Not anymore. Usually it went down like water. 

Besides, there was other evidence too: her whole body was throbbing, especially her belly, shock waves of heat were rolling up her chest and when they went through her head her vision speckled. She cocked her head to one side and addressed the room with the only logical conclusion that could be made: "Thiz shtu'v'ss na' vodga." 

She tossed the glass to one side angrily and it shattered on the floor. 

"Whoa." Cassie said. "Careful, there." 

"Tha' s'uffs nah vogah!" Jess slurred emphatically. 

Jess was trying to focus her eyes. This could be serious. "You shaa' I ga' this from'a... from...?" She trailed off, her melting brain refused to function. "Shoo'... shoo' I know?" Jess's whole torso contorted as her stomach cramped hard. "Erk!" She belched a burning, sour-tasting belch, then shivered a little, her stomach now felt like a bowling ball of molten lead. "Uh... I mean..." What do you mean? She asked herself. She managed to remember just in time. "I mean.. uh... shoo' I know wa'ss in'em?" 

Cassie giggled stupidly at her friend. "You mean you been jrinkin' outt'a 'em fer like... all day... an' ya don' effen..." Cassie couldn't contain herself and burst out laughing. As she laughed she gyrated back and forth on the beanbag chair in a disturbing little dance of glee that set her breasts jiggling inside her red bra. The gyration stimulated her clit pleasantly, so she kept doing it, giggling and giving little moans. 

Jess stared straight ahead, her face was flushing almost to purple; sweat was dripping off her brow: she felt like she had turned into a furnace. Cassie's giggles drifted into her melting brain as though from a distance. Something sure was funny over there, she thought dimly. Had a joke been made? Was she supposed to be laughing too? Jess' face contorted with thought. She didn't know. When in doubt, just hold a smile on your face. She seemed to recall hearing that somewhere... Maybe from a tv show. She tried to smile but wasn't sure if her face muscles were responding. All she could feel were the hot waves and her melting brain. Which felt pretty good actually. 

Of course, she was smiling: her teeth bared in the widest, biggest smile possible. She peered blindly out of thinly slitted eyes. Cassie had stopped laughing, it seemed. Jess dropped the smile and let her mouth hang open. 

"I sure hope you know wazz in'em." Cassie finally managed to say. "I can't beli'f you, Jezz. You crack me up, girl!" She kept laughing; kept squirming around in her beanbag. 

Jess' vision was tunneling. Her stomach churned and her brain seized up like a broken engine. She idiot-giggled dully. 

"Ah kan'd see shid." She blurted out. 

"Wow, yer dru-u-u-unk.‚" 

I'm fucking out of it, Jess thought and the thought seemed to echo around her head. She looked downward. In washy frame-by-frame tunnel vision she saw that between her legs was a clear, unmarked fifth. 

She also wasn't wearing pants. 

Or underwear. 

She giggled at herself. 

Then she realized the gravity of the situation. This was one of those unmarked bottles that she and what's-her-name had just been talking about. "Hey, loogit." She held up the bottle. "Here'z one'ff'em here!" 

Cassie nodded, "Yep. Tha' is to'lly one of ‚'em." 

Jess cackled, clutching the bottle with both hands. It was all so clear. So goddamn clear. 

"Waa'evverss thiz ztuff is..." She slurred. 

There was a long pause. 

"Ah've been jringin' id‚...‚" 

Cassie raised her eyebrows expectantly. 

"An' izzz fugged me up... real, real good." Jess capped off her observation with a deep, burning belch that brought bile into her mouth. "Uuulp,‚" she gurgled, "scuss' me.‚" 

Both girls erupted into braying laughter. 

After a few minutes Cassie realized that she had no idea why she was laughing. Jess, for her part, had forgotten almost immediately after starting. Both girls slowly grew silent and sat still, unsure of what to do or say: Cassie stared blearily at Jess and Jess stared blearily into space. 

Jess was becoming very slowly aware that her nipples were fully erect and throbbing pleasantly. Strangely enough, however, her pussy was not. At least, she didn't think so‚... she couldn't feel anything for sure below her stomach, which was churning red-hot coals. 

Whatever this stuff I drank was, she thought vaguely, I better not drink anymore, I'm fucked. 

After a few silent minutes Cassie looked down and discovered an identical bottle in her own hand. "Oooohh, ya..." She drawled. "I was jrink'n thiz sooff too!" She lifted the bottle up to the light and peered into it. The liquid was a murky green color. "Whoah." Cassie said to the bottle. 

Jess struggled to listen over the roaring of blood in her ears, which was throbbing hard and loud like the surf. It was like a hurricane of blood was attacking her brain. Of course, that blood was bringing with it alcohol and who knew what else; piping it directly into her head. 

Cassie watched her friend with a mixture of awe and trepidation. Her mind must be drenched in booze. Floating in booze, thought Cassie, a wan smile on her face. Damn, Jess knew how to put it away! 

Her mind drowning in booze, Jess turned her purple face slowly toward Cassie: her mouth opening and closing pointlessly. 

Surfacing into pseudo-clarity for a moment Jess thought: Holy fucking shit, girl, you are royally wasted‚... again‚... after gaining conscious like‚... a minute ago. For some reason she found herself grinning ear to ear. 

Why do I love this so freakin' much? she wondered with an idiot-giggle. 

Then she was drowning again: Where the fuck am I? Her grin slid off her flushed face like melting snow, she gaped at the rapidly swirling blur in front of her. As if to answer her question the room started spinning around her, hard. Faster and faster is spun, like she was in a dryer. She chuckled lazily, realizing (sort of) that it didn't matter where she was: she was shitfaced, unable to see, move, or even speak, that was all that mattered. Today was a good day. 

She lay back, splaying her legs out and letting her chin drop down to her chest. If she squinted she could make out four sets of big tits that must have been hers. What a day. 

Meanwhile Cassie looked on, not quite sure what to do. Her own brain was hardly functioning, though she was far less intoxicated than Jess. 

She giggled timidly. "He-he, Hey Jess, lookit. This stuff loogs cool. Is all cloudy." 

Jess tried to look up but couldn't, her neck was no longer able to hold up her head, it hung down limply so that she was looking at her tits and nothing else. She belched fire and scowled. Her grip on reality had slide away with her smile. She tried to make sense of Cassie's statement, but couldn't at first. 

"Huh?‚" Then she figure it out, or thought she did. Cassie was trying to get out of drinking more. What a lame-o! "Don' jussh lo'g ad id!" Jess snarled belligerently to her tits. "Ya godda fuggin' jring id dumbazz!" 

Cassie didn't think, she just followed orders. She put the bottle to her lips and took a deep draught. It was warm and tasted like gasoline. Oddly, it had the consistency of tea with a burst tea bag. She gagged on the grainy liquid. "What tha fug!" She wheezed. Had they been drinking this stuff without noticing how foul it was? "Thizz shid'ss fuggin' gross!" She reached into her mouth with her free hand and scraped at her tongue, trying to remove the sandy residue. "Jess? Isn't these shid fuggin' disgustin'?" Getting no answer Cassie peered over toward her friend. 

Jess had flopped her limp neck around so her head was leaning back on the couch and had positioned her unmarked bottle, held with two hands, inside her mouth with her lips wrapped around it tightly. She had decided to take her own advice and drink. She was chugging hard and fast, liquid spilling out from the corners of her mouth and running in rivulets down her throat and onto her tits. 

"Gah-lupe...gah-lupe...gah-lupe!" Between each "gu-up" was a snorting pig noise. 

"Jesh's Chris'd." Cassie mumbled as she watched bubbles rising in the rapidly draining bottle. "You are gonna be fugged up, girl." 

When she finished the bottle of not-vodka Jess let it drop onto the couch next to her and dragged her numb tongue around the inside of her mouth as her rubber-band neck flopped forward again. Her chin and chest shone with spilled mystery liquor. She pawed numbly at her face to clear away what she had spilled. It was grimy, like she had just been drinking sand. That was weird, but not a problem. 

‚...She coughed, her throat was burning dimly. The mystery liquor was potent all right. She wiped at her chin, but her hands useless and just rubbed her skin like two strange puppets. She became suddenly aware of how full her belly had become. She furrowed her brow and reached down with numb hands to cup it. She wiggled it, feeling the tightness‚.... increase. 

"Aaa'sshid." She groaned, the realization hitting her like ton of bricks. "Ah godda pizz." 

With that she pissed herself. 

Cassie couldn't believe her eyes. "Oh my gawd!" She cried. "You... you juss peed yer pan's Jess!" She giggled, "Sept yer nod wear'n pan's. You jus' peed." 

Jess couldn't see. The waves of mystery liquor effect were intensifying, her body was being steamrollered with pleasurable sensations. She rolled her body sideways in an effort to sit up but only managed to slide down so that she was lying in a prone position on the couch. It occurred to her vaguely that she had just laid down in her own urine, but that didn't seem very important... 

"Ah fuggin' knaaw'o ah peed!" She shouted, reduced by the mystery liquor to a belligerent mess: her blind eyes crossed and numb hands held limply out in front of her like rodent paws. "Ah'm fuggin'... pee inna gar'n goin' an shid! Ya godda fuggin'‚... pee waa'g i'zzin dosomphin--" She trailed off, mumbling nonsense. It seemed she had forgotten how to talk. 

Cassie ventured a cautious question: "What di' you jush say?" 

Jess chuckled stupidly and turned her blind eyes toward the voice. She had no idea what was going on. 

"Ah fergaw'ah o'zen'ah thraa!" She shouted. 

I forgot to open my throat‚... It was all that was in Jess' mind at that moment. 

"Ah fergaw'‚..." She grinned, helplessly, "Ah'm shorry." 

"Jess? Hey, Jess?!" 

But Jess had passed out cold. 

When she came to, she was in bed, naked, with a Black Velvet whisky box set on her head like a hat. As usual when she woke up, she was still very drunk. A wide smile came to her lips. 

"Ah fug," she drawled, "Wha'ss goin on?" She looked around blearily. It looked like she was in Cassie's bedroom. 

Cassie sat up from where she had been lying in her sleeping bag. "You awake? You've been out for awhile." 

"'Ow long?" Jess asked. 

"About twelve hours, I guess." 

Jess furrowed her brow and waved a hand in a grand gesture: "I'ss hopen you were gonna shay: 'Lig a fuggin' weeg!'" Jess laughed, pawing drunkenly between her legs, turned on by the thought. Suddenly she stopped and squinted suspiciously at her friend. "Wha' a minnun. Yer shober?" 

"Um, yeah." Cassie laughed, "I'm not the one who doesn't seem to ever throw up. All the alcohol you drink just sits in you, you're like a sponge." 

Jess furrowed her brow again. "I am'?" She giggled, "A shpunge? I don' know whachoo mean." She grinned. "Bu' wha'efer, iz cool." 

Cassie shrugged, "I guess." 

Jess stretched and then, made aware by her movement of her naked breasts, reached down and squeezed them together. It felt good. Really good. 

"'Eye Cazzie," she slurred with a demonic grin, her eyes swollen from dehydration, "Ah've an idea. Less hav'a jrink, K?" Such a lush! Such a lushy lushy lush, I am! She thought, inflated with dumb pride. Her tits in her hands seemed to pulsate excitedly. 

"I thought you'd say that." Cassie pointed over to bedside table, which had a virtual bar's worth of liquor bottles. "Can you tell I'm friends with you?" Cassie asked with a wry smile. 

"Ooo." Jess released her breasts and leaned over to look. She waggled her fingers eagerly over the bottles. "Which shou' I dring fust? Voga? Rum?" 

Cassie watched her friend giggle that mindless giggle of hers, naked and drunk after being naked and drunk from weeks on end. Do I really want to be like this person? she wondered. At first Jess had seemed confident and cool, a kind of fuck everything anarchic opulence had been around her, like a rock star, or something Now, she just seemed like a wreck. 

Cassie got up and headed for the door, leaving Jess to choose her poison. Just through the doorway she turned back. 

"I'm going to make breakfast, honey, ok? You want some?" 

"Don' worry bou' me, I'm gonna have dessert fer breag'fess." Jess had chosen her poison: a fifth of Southern Comfort. She giggled and unscrewed the cap, tossed it at the wall then stared at Cassie defiantly, her swollen and heavily lidded eyes giving her a rather disturbing frog-like appearance. 

Cassie sighed. "Ok, well, you should probably eat something right?" 

Jess ignored her. She leaned back against the headboard with the bottle upraised and her throat open. The Soco slithered down so fast that her nose whistled. 

Cassie gasped. 

"Jesus Christ! You're just going to pass back out again! Jess! Stop!" 

Jess lowered the bottle. She had emptied over half of its contents into herself. 

"Urp!" She belched and swayed forward hard, her head almost touching the sheets, then swung back just as hard, setting her breasts waving; her eyes were watering from the alcohol. 

"Whooa." She giggled stupidly and coughed a few times. Blinking back the tears, she steadied herself against the headboard of the bed and fixed Cassie with a stern (though extremely bleary) glare. She pointed an unsteady finger and waved it back and forth as if she were reprimanding a toddler. "'You bedder lissen up an' lissen good, ogah? You godda‚..." Jess struggled with her numbing mouth, "‚......ya godda gider go' ‚...... uh‚..." she grinned, "ged'yer pry'odees straigh' mizzy." She belched again. "Ah mean‚... come on!" She shook her head, exasperated. Then, as if taken by a sudden epiphany, Jess started to wave her hand in a come-here gesture. "Loog, Cazzy, lemme‚... lemme jus‚... show you how‚... ogah? Kimmer an'‚... an'‚... an'‚... Gimmie‚... uh‚... a ah‚... gimmie‚..." She swayed back and bonked her head against the headboard, "Ouch! ‚... gimmie som'mora jrink, Cazzy an' ah'll show 'oo how'a jrink iz done!" I said that wrong she realized. "How a jrink'd right!‚" That was better. 

"You've still got Southern Comfort." Cassie reminded her gently. 

"Oh yah." Jess turned her slack face down to the bottle in her hand. "So'ah do." She tried to look stern again but only managed to narrow her eyes to slits and purse her lips together. "Well‚... issa good thing'ah do! Cuz‚..." 

"Just stop talking Jess," Cassie sighed, "your embarrassing yourself." Who am I kidding, Cassie thought, Jess is always embarrassing herself. 

Jess shrugged. "Fine," she said. Then she turned her attention back to the bottle, "Why'onchoo have a jring?" She asked herself. "Who me?‚" She responded, playfully. "Fug ya, dring yer fuggin'‚... dring away!‚", "Don' mind if I do." She replied. With a laugh she took a deep draught. "Mmmm." She had forgotten whatever it was she had been talking about. She blinked stupidly at Cassie, "Whad'er you loogin' ad Cazzy?" 

Cassie sighed. "Ok, I'm going to make breakfast for myself, even if you're not gonna have any." 

Jess clumsily pulled some pillows up behind herself and laid back. She rubbed her booze-filled belly with her free hand. "Aaah yah. Fug yeah," she mumbled, took another sip, and then slid her hand down between her legs, giggling lazily. 

Cassie shook her head and left as her friend started to masturbate, still clutching the fifth of Soco. 

"Oooo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Uh‚...uh‚...oh fug... fuggin'‚...uh..." 

The sounds of Jess drunkenly pleasuring herself followed Cassie down the hall. When she got to the end, she closed the door. 

About twenty minutes later, Cassie was just finishing toasting some bread for an egg sandwich when there was a loud gurgling scream from her bedroom. She rushed in, and discovered Jess spilled over the side of the bed onto the floor, her legs splayed out wide, her pussy red and excited, stimulating herself hard with both of her hands. "Whooraaah! Whoooraaah!" Jess growled: her face beet-red and sweating profusely. The Soco bottle was empty and another bottle now lay on the bed as well, it looked like Jack Daniels, also empty. 

"Fuck, Jess." Cassie muttered. As she approached Jess's twitching, growling form, she caught of whiff of urine. "Ugh. You pissed yourself didn't you, honey? Oh Jesus." 

Jess turned her beet-red face toward Cassie, peering up with slitted eyes. "Ay!" She cried, grinning from ear to ear, "Ay, Cazzy! Ah'ss a fuggin' jrung!" 

"We know, honey." Cassie soothed, reaching down and pulling her all the way from the bed. "We know, let's get you cleaned up though, ok?" 

Jess wiggled around spastically on the floor, her tits rolling like oceans of flesh in a typhoon, her mouth agape and gasping. "Fug you mudderfugger!" Jess squawked, laughing. "Ah'm jrung'ss shid!" 

Cassie sighed. She tried to hoist Jess upright but she was too sweaty and her skin slithered right out of Cassie's grip. 

"Gimmie a jring!" Jess slurred.

The End.