StumblingFillies

  Kim was reluctant to leave the cool air condition of the sorority formal, but she longed for a joint. Her silky brown dress flowed over her lithe body like the alcohol and pills through her veins-she felt sexy and so free. She knew she was drunk and high, but she longed to get even higher. So she drained her cheap champagne and stumbled outside. Before she could light a joint, her stepbrother John snapped a photo of her leaning against the marble column. With an air of elegance and a timeless melancholy in her eyes, she watched the world pass by, her dress flowing like a waterfall of silk, as if carrying the untold stories of generations past within its delicate threads.

  Of course today would be the day you missed school with a golf tournament. What should have been a fun day of golf with an excused absence was tampered by the fact your best friends Lisa and Kristen weren’t with you, and apparently there was no substitute for theater class. Lisa and Kristina were the only two in the theater room, and they were making the best of it- Drinking whiskey and smoking weed. The selfies Lisa sent of them made your wood hard-and not your golf club.  You turned your phone off and concentrated on the game. Your game improved with the rapid play inspired by a longing to get back to school and join your two sexy 18 year old best friends. You were proud to lead your school to a win at the tournament. Afterwards, the ride on the bus back to campus seemed to take forever.  Once on campus, you rushed to find your friends, your heart pounding in your chest. As you approached the theater room, you could hear their laughter and the sound of music blaring t...

  Cami Cami had been so flattered when her crush Chris asked her out. He was so guapo . He was 21, he had dinero . He was malo , in a bueno way. He was probably in a gang. So Saturday morning the good little 18 year old catholic girl left home with a change of clothes in her purse. At the subway station bathroom, she took off her conservative skirt, blouse, and bra, and put on a red sports bra, and short denim skirt, keeping only her gold necklace, shoes and green panties from her original outfit.  When she met him a short ride later at the station by the riverfront park he greeted her, “Cami, your so Caliente y hermosa .” “Gracias, Chris” she greated him, blushing. He placed his hand on her back and said, “lets go for a walk in the park.” She simply nodded, and the set off. Soon they came to a secluded bench, overlooking the river.  “Lets sit awhile,” he said. Then he produced a joint. “You don’t mind if I smoke?” he asked. “No,” she answered. He lit the joint and...

  Polly                                    kim The start of a good thing “Thiss'zz the shtart uhf a gooond thin', kim,” Polly slurred to her cute new roommate.  “Iss liyke yer my sisser frum a differenn mozzer, Polly” Kim slurred back lovingly through her half mast eyes. “Ann yoo oudda nowe, whad wiss yer hansom ssep brozzer johhny.  Yer surrre he's ok doin' alla zzriving?” Polly asked.  “Oh sweedy, John iz juzz azz mush in love wiss yoo azz i am.  Ann liyke me, wee both love intosssicated girls.” Kim answered. Polly couldn't take it any more-she leaned in and kissed Kim. As they kissed, Polly slid her hands up Kim’s thigh, inching her way towards her friend's white lace covered mound. Kims hands were likewise not stationary. Her hand moved from Polly's shoulder to her flat stomach. Her hand didn't stay there long, soon making its way under Polly's shirt. Kim cupped her new...

  It was Labor day, but the Laundramat was open, and Lana was the one that had to work. It was a slow day, and she had little to do. So for lunch she closed up shop with a be back in 30 min sign, and had a margarita and a beer at the restaurant next door. Afterwards, she was a little tipsy, but hid it well. Returning to the Laundromat, she took down the sign. A red silk dress caught her eye. It had come in months ago. Its owner had not returned. Lana could only imagine what it would be like to wear such a dress. Before her imagination could run rampant, the bell out front signaled a customer. She made her way up front. It was a man. A handsome man. A man her age. He was the type of man that would have a woman in the red dress on his arm-rich. Lana could tell by the tailored suits and monogrammed handkerchief he always brought and his elite credit card he paid with.  As Lana helped him, he scarcely looked at her. She was not his type-working poor. So Lana went about her job...