Theater Class

 

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 through the door.


Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door and were greeted by a cloud of smoke and the sight of your friends lounging on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a joint in the other. They looked up at you, their eyes wide with surprise and amusement.


"Heyyyy therre, golf boy," Lisa said, a mischievous grin on her face.


"Hit any gooond shoss?"she added, taking a swing of whiskey.


Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2024 at 8:37 PM

    I would love more pictures of them, especially the redhead!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. 1230123September 27, 2024 at 6:08 PM

      Good news-they're porn stars so photos are out there. Jia Lisa is the red head, and Liya Silver the other.
      Bad news-I haven't selected any more to write about yet.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Dont be silly

Image
  https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/2023/11/are-you-trying-to-get-me-drunk.html Even as you spoke, she consumed half the glass of wine, and then closed her eyes and playfully stuck her tongue out.  “I c'n be silly (hic) iff i wanna,” she tells you, before drinking the rest of her glass. “That you can be. But don’t say I’m trying to get you drunk.” you say as you refill her glass. “You don’t have to drink that-I'm not making you” you tell her, pointing to her refilled glass. “Bud, iss soo (hic) gooond.  I canned (hic) waizz it,” she says before beginning to drink it. She stops midway and adds, “Yoo may nod (hic) be stryin' t' ged me (hic) zzzrunk, bud i (hic) thing i will be (hic) soon,” and resumes drinking the wine in her glass.  “What makes you say that? I you ask me youre barely tipsy” you ask, as you refill her glass, emptying the bottle. “Thiss'zz (hic) my sevennh glazz (hic) uhf wine?,” she noted as she drank it. “ann (hic)how many cockt(hic)ails did i h...
Read more

Little Sally

Image
  “It ok li'l sally, close yer eyes ann lean on aunn loddi.  Im zzzrunk too, bud i wo'nn led yoo fall.  Stroke uncle frankies hard cock.  He loves it wenn zzzrunk girls ssroke it,” Lottie told her 18 year old, wasted drunk niece. Lottie loved getting drunk, loved getting other girls drunk and loved that her husband loved drunk girls.  A few weeks ago, Lottie had met her sister, Sally's mother for lunch-well a martini lunch. “I caught sally comin' home zzzrunk lazz week,” Dottie slurred. “Whad'd yoo doo?”, Sally asked. “Nothing-i wuz zzzrunk too.” “Welll i guezz the apple didn’t fall too far frum the tree.” “Im sooo proud uhf my li'l girl,” Dottie remarked and drank her martini.  “Still, shes sooo young.  Juzz eighteen,” Lottie remarked. “Oh, i nowe.  Shay, maybe yoo coud give herr summ lessons, liyke aunn fran did us?,” Dottie asked. “Grade idea.  How 'bout shhe ssays wiss me furra weekenn inna few weeks,” and so it was decided. “Yer the cool...
Read more

Brereakfast

Image
Breakfast Under the warm Mediterranean sun, she leaned over the table, her wide-brimmed Louis Vuitton hat casting a playful shadow over her face, as the scent of freshly prepared brunch wafted through the air. The azure sea glistened before her, mirroring the vibrant blue ribbon on her hat. She savored the moment, the gentle breeze carrying whispers of the ocean. She was still drunk from last night, too drunk to care that she was on the balcony in just her skimpy white lace underwear with lavender flowers. The french toast was beautiful, but her muddled brain was trying to decide what to drink. Champaign, Vodka, or orange cocktail.  Under the warm Mediterranean sun, she leaned over the table, her wide-brimmed Louis Vuitton hat casting a playful shadow over her face, as the scent of freshly prepared brunch wafted through the air. The azure sea glistened before her, mirroring the vibrant blue ribbon on her hat. She savored the moment, the gentle breeze carrying whispers of the ocean....
Read more