The Start of Something Good

 

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 friend's firm boob.

As they were getting carried away, Kim's brother, Mike, returned from the gas station with a bottle of Jack Daniels, saying, “Alright girls. Good news, my fake Id worked and I got you a bottle of jack. I think they'll let you get some more.”

Polly and Kim stumbled out of the car, giggling and holding onto each other for support. John smiled and put the bottle of Jack Daniels on the roof of the car.

“Yoo surrre yoo doan mine doin' alla zzrivin' john? im ssill preee sober.” Polly told John.

“You’ve been drinking.” John started.

Kim interrupted, adding “ann smokin'.  Polly ann me both havve.”

“So, I’ll drive,” John finished.

Before Polly could answer, Kim slurred, “See, hes the bezz.  Less gow sry ower fake ids.”

Polly thought, and the hurriedly said, “Alll ride.  Heyyyy ive got ann idea, iss almose daylight.  We’ll be oud inna middle uhf nowhere soon.  Iff wee c'n manage t' ged more booze, thad'll mean in sober enough t' dribe”

“Kinna lik a soberidy tezz, Cum on less gow,” Kim said.

John just watched them stumble and stagger into the convenience store, hoping Polly would forget her foolish notion about being sober enough to drive.

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