StumblingFillies

 Reposting 1 from BB (I think I have most of mine, and some by others which I'll probably post when I get around to it). You’d not seen her since you’d gone to college. Now she is all grown up. The two of you had gone out to lunch at the old pizza restaurant you both loved. She wasn’t 21, but as long as someone at the table was, the restaurant didn’t check who drank what. So she asked you to order her one; one turned into two, and by the time you left she was pretty tipsy. For the first time you started to notice how sexy she is, as you noticed her hard niples under her braless tank top, and the cute curve of her ass where it met her thigh, that made an appearance under her short shirt. So when she suggested you guys go to your old tree house by the river, you were game, if a little surprised. When you got there, you saw why. She staggered over to the hidden knook in the tree only you two knew of, and pulled out a bottle of wine, and slurred, “Look whad i got from Creol .  I...

  In the short month you had known the beautiful, smart long haired aisian, she had rapidly become your best friend. She spoke perfect English, and went out of her way to befriend and help you through your semester abroad in Japan. Her bubbly personality was infectious, and you were somehow drawn to her. However, she had a boyfreind, who, frankly, you found oppressive. You were worried about your classmate and friend, Raku. Tonight, she just was not herself at the bar with your classmates. If you didn’t know for a fact you had both passed all of your recent exams with flying colors, you would say she was depressed. She was drinking far more than normal, and she refused to take off her coat. You wanted to ask her what was going on, but the otherwise revelous group prevented you. However, as the night wore on, the group dwindled, until all that remained was you and Raku at closing time. You settled your tabs, and then you escorted her outside. She was none too stable, as you ma...

  It's Kim’s first day of online classes. She dressed up as a sexy school girl just for the fun and thrill of it. To make the day go by quicker, and since no one would be able to smell her breath, she put a nip of gin in her lemonade. By her last class before lunch, she found she had to really concentrate not to slur when she had to speak, or at least hide it. Occasionally, she spaced out, but that was easily recovered by blaming the internet. All in all, she felt it would be a great school year.  ____ Mrs. Doreen was a veteran teacher. However, this was her first year of teaching full online classes, post covid. Which meant she was teaching not in the same time zone as her students, but 9 hours ahead in Amsterdam with her husband.  That wouldn’t have been so bad, but tonight they had gone to dinner with her husband's boss. Thus, her 1pm Class was at 10pm. Mrs. Doreen had drunk a cocktail and 3 glasses of wine over dinner, and smoked a joint. She felt wonderful.  ...

  Back to School Shopping. Shop til you drop. Eighteen year old Taylor and her friends are spoiled rich kids. They have no problem getting ahold of alcohol, and then it's to the mall, where they shop till they nearly drop from drunkenness. Then drive to Taylor's house, where they continue to drink and try out their purchases. Today Taylor was the first to arrive at her daddy's mansion. She parked her pink mustang carelessly in front of the mansion. She was promptly met by the butler, Prescott Woodward. “Prescodd, parg the car ann brin' the bags upssstairs.  Brin' my freinns upp wenn theey ged herr, pleeeze,” Taylor told him, as she got out of the car, flashing him her bear pussy under her pink skirt, as she unsteadily got out.  “Certainly, Miss Taylor,” the handsome butler told the drunk young teen daughter of his employer.  She started for the house, only to stumble on the cobble drive, and be caught by Prescott. “Woopse, I doan nowe why daddy insiszz on thiss cobb...

 Happy Labor day! “Hi.  May I gesha somethin' t' zzrink?” the waitress slurred as she leaned on the patio table of the restaurant, no doubt for support. This gave you a pleasant view of her braless tits that swayed about with her. Her eyes were closed, as she drunkenly awaited your response. “What have you been drinking?’ you ask your drunk waitress.  She slowly processes the question, and then opens her eyes, and gives you a shy smile. “Pepsi,” she lies to you, followed by a drunken hiccup that makes her unconstrained boobs bounce.  “No, you’ve been drinking something stronger. You're almost too drunk to stand and you’re tits are practically on full display. I don't mind, I just want the same, and to buy you one too.” ”Oh. I prolly shoul'nn zzrink anymore, bud ill havve 'nuzzer long islann ice tea wiss yoo,” she tells you with a big smile, and shakes her tits.  “Perfect. And I’ll take the House burger and fries,” you tell her. “Ok. I'll ged thad r...

 This is a re-post (and longer post) of what I wrote and published on bb as a df for Corporal Green. The photos were all found online, and the story was written around/from them. _________________ Saturday 2 Sept 1944      The Allies liberated Paris on 25 Aug 1944. On Friday 1 Sept 1944 the US moved its main headquarters to Valognes, France, in time for Labor day on Monday. The war was going well for the Allies, Free labor was winning. Corporal Green had been busy over the last week.         So much so that by her Saturday night shift at the Quartermaster depot, she was out of clean slacks. Instead she wore her skirt; she both liked and disliked it. She disliked wearing it to work as her trousers were much more practical, but she liked that it was more feminine. Her skirt was tight and slightly shorter than the regulations allowed, but no one cared, except Corporal Green. It made herself conscious, the men all seemed ...