Dry January

 “What are you doing with all that alcohol, babe? I thought you were doing dry January?” you asked your girlfriend.

“Zzry january, ya nowe, yoo only zzrink zzry zzrink.  Marrtinis, voddka, gin,” the buxom brunette slurred in explanation, holding up two bottles.

“That’s what you think dry January means?” you asked. To yourself you silently thought, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you're a ditzy blond to think of something so dumb…wait…”Are you drunk?” you asked aloud.

“Yeah, I thing sooo.  Zzry january is a lot uhf fun,” she giggled in answer to both questions, setting one bottle down and starting to open the other. 

As you watched her struggle, her humongous boobs jiggling almost hypnotically, as she swayed drunkenly, you realized, “she may be dumb drunk now, but she’s a genius. This was far better than what you’d originally thought when she’d first mentioned dry January back in December.” In awe, you watched as she finally opened the dark colored bottle, and prompt brought it to her full, pink lips. She titled the bottle too much, and though she did her best to drink it all, a good bit escaped, running down her chin and splashing onto her enormous globs below.

You quickly walked over to her, and began to lick the alcohol from her skin. “Mum, cherry.” you remarked as you pulled her boobs out of the cup of her bralette, and began to suck her firm nipples.