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 STUDENT LIFE 

By FSLLyons

It was the last week of September and after 18 years at home Claire was packing her bags and heading off to university, well away from the town she grew up in. She’d never really expected to move away, having grown up happy where she lived and glad to spend time with her family but a last minute change of heart saw her moving out.  

She was excited at moving away now too, it was a chance for a fresh start somewhere new, a chance to meet new people and an opportunity to branch out a little. She had a pretty normal time at school and she wasn’t hoping to go absolutely crazy at uni but she was looking forward to having a bit more fun now that she was away from her parents and her oldest friends. 

She arrived at her university accommodation quite early left the house early that morning to avoid the traffic. Her parents dropped her off at what was to become her new student flat which had five en-suite bedrooms and a kitchen/living area. She was the first to arrive and spent a good hour unpacking everything from her dad’s car into her new home. When her parents kissed her goodbye at around 11 there was still nobody else in her flat. 

She took a look around her room and started to think about adjusting to life away from home. She took a look in the mirror and decided that in her early-morning rush to leave the house she hadn’t taken enough time to think about making herself look presentable for meeting her new flatmates and so she set about putting on some make up and re-arranging her hair. 

The face looking back at her from the mirror was a pretty one, delicate and framed with long brown hair. She had an athletic figure too from many years playing hockey at school and her large breasts strained at the fabric of her top. She’d considered them a bit of a nuisance for years because they could be counter-productive when trying to play sport but they also got her plenty of attention from boys. Her only long term relationship had ended six months earlier though, and she was hoping that might change now she was getting off to a fresh start. 

Just after she decided her make-up was fine the first of her flatmates arrived. She heard a commotion in the corridor and someone moving into the room opposite but she waited for a while until it died down. She was just about to get up and leave the room when there was a knock on the door. She walked over and opened it to find another girl standing on the other side. She was about the same height as Claire, around 5ft 6” with dirty blonde hair that fell to her shoulders and she had a slim figure with curves men were sure to die for. Like Claire she had two large breasts which were protruding slightly from her low cut top which she wore under her denim jacket. She had on a pair of ankle boots and skinny jeans. 

“Hi,” she said with a smile, “I’m Alex” 

She hesitated slightly 

“I thought I’d come and say hello” 

Claire beamed back, eager to make a good first impression 

“I’m Claire, nice to meet you, I just got here” 

She went red, thinking how obvious it was that she’d just arrived. 

“Hey me too,” said Alex with a grin, “Have you taken a look around the kitchen yet?” 

“Nope” 

“Lets do that” 

The two girls went to take a look around and make small talk. They got on fantastically well but nobody else turned up at the flat. 

“Maybe they’re not turning up until tomorrow”, Claire suggested, “I know you can move in on Sunday as well” 

“Yeah maybe,” said Alex, “but the welcome to freshers party is tonight, and I really wanna go!” 

“Me too,” replied Claire. She’d been hoping to meet more than one other person on her first day and she was feeling a bit annoyed that she’d only met Alex, although they were getting on really well already. 

“Why don’t we go anyway,” suggested Alex, “we should get a few drinks in and have them here and then maybe go and knock on some of the other flats and see if they’re going too?” 

“Great idea!” Claire replied, “Wanna go to Tesco?” 

The two girls left the flat and wandered up the street to where their student welcome packs had told them there was a Tesco. Sure enough after wandering around bumping into lots of other lost looking freshers they found it and wandered in. Claire had never gone alcohol shopping properly before but now she had a bank account full of her student loan and was keen to spend it. 

She was aware though that she was a bit of a lightweight and she didn’t want to get too drunk that night. She’d never really been properly drunk before, only a bit tipsy, and now didn’t seem like the time to start. She didn’t want to make a bad impression on her first time out with Alex. 

She decided a few bottles of alcopops would be enough but Alex didn’t think so 

“Oh come on!” she moaned “split a bottle of sambuca with me! We don’t have to drink all of it, just a few shots” 

Claire agreed, it was her first night at uni after all and she was supposed to get a bit drunk. 

Alex also picked up a bottle of rosé wine and then checked her handbag as they went to the till. 

“Fuck, I’m out of cigarettes. You don’t smoke do you?” she asked. 

Claire shook her head, in truth she was a little shocked. None of her friends smoked, she considered it quite rebellious. 

“Alright, up to you” Alex shrugged and bought a pack of twenty. 

The girls walked back to their flat and Alex cracked open the bottle of sambuca as soon as they got back to the kitchen. 

“Do a shot now?” she suggested 

“I don’t think so,” Claire replied hesitantly, “It’s a bit early.” 

“Come on! You’re at uni now! Fuck too early” 

“I dunno” 

“Go on!” 

Reluctantly Claire accepted the shot Alex had poured for her and downed it. Sambuca wasn’t too bad, it didn’t burn too much. She’d had it once or twice before and she knew she quite liked it. 

Alex took the packet of cigarettes she’d bought out of her pocket and went over and opened the windows in the kitchen and turned on the extractor fan. 

“I know we’re not supposed to smoke in here,” she said, “but I don’t think they’ll care. At my sister’s uni everyone smoked in the kitchen” 

Claire knew she should have objected, what if one of their other flatmates suddenly turned up. But she didn’t want to protest and she thought Alex was really nice, even if she was quite the rebel. She wasn’t quite the way Claire wanted to go but she still wanted to go just a little bit wild. 

They sat around watching TV in the living area for the rest of the afternoon and chatted about where they came from, what they were studying and so on. It was more than just small talk though, they were getting on really well. 

Eventually it started getting late enough to get ready for the welcome party which was at a local nightclub not far from their halls and both girls went to get ready. 

Claire hunted through her clothes and put on a pair of tiny shorts and high heels which made her legs gloriously long and her ass firm and round. She added a loose fitting top that showed off a bit of her breasts without letting anyone see too much. “I don’t want to look like a total slut” she thought to herself as she got ready. 

Finishing off she went out into the kitchen and a few minutes later Alex arrived, wearing a very short dark purple dress which covered her large breasts which were bulging out from beneath. She pulled out her cigarettes and lit one. 

“Right how about we have a couple of shots here and then head up to one of the other flats?” she said as she blew smoke towards the window. 

“Cool with me” Claire replied and Alex went over and opened the bottle of sambuca and poured herself a glass of her wine. Claire grabbed an alcopop and opened it too. 

“Here’s to uni!” Alex said as she saw off the first shot 

“To uni!” Claire replied as she did one as well. 

They took turns taking shots, doing three and drinking their respective drinks over the course of about 20 minutes. 

“Time to go somewhere else now?” Alex suggested as she finished her second cigarette of the night. 

The girls got up, took their drinks and grabbed their coats and handbags before heading into the corridor. 

Claire was already feeling a little bit tipsy having never really done shots before going out before. She felt good though- she’d met someone who she really liked and she was having fun and going out for the first time at uni. What wasn’t to like? 

They went over and knocked on the door of one of the other flats on their floor where there was the sound of music. After about thirty seconds the door was answered by a young male student. 

“Hi, are you ok?” he asked 

“There’s only us two in our flat” said Alex with a seductive glance, “and we’re going to the freshers’ welcome party, maybe we could predrink together?” 

“Cool, fine by me, we’ve already started” said the boy, before adding “Oh, my name’s Tim by the way” 

“Nice to meet you Tim” said Alex and she gave his arm a little rub as the went inside into the kitchen. 

Once in the kitchen they found the flat was fully occupied with four others, two girls and two guys, sitting around the table drinking and smoking cigarettes. 

“These two girls are from next door,” said Tim as he entered the kitchen and he introduced Alex and Claire to his four flatmates; Ava, Cecilia, George and Sam. 

The seven students sat around drinking, with Claire quickly seeing off her three remaining bottles of Bacardi Breezer. Ava and Cecilia meanwhile were wasting no time in downing shots and guzzling more and more wine, encouraged by the boys whilst Alex had drank her bottle of rosé in no time. 

More shots followed and Claire was beginning to feel quite drunk but it was clear that the other three girls were a lot more drunk than she was. All three were screeching in hilarity at every crude joke the boys made and Alex kept touching Tim at every opportunity she got. 

Claire had to admit he was cute and it looked like the other two girls already had their sights set on George and Sam. Claire felt a little left out and she couldn’t help but feel a burning desire to drink more. The other girls were clearly drunk and were only going to get drunker and although she’d only met Alex that day she felt she wanted to be like her. 

“Another drink before we go” suggested Tim and the girls all agreed even though they clearly didn’t need any more to drink. Claire decided she was going to have to catch up just a little and asked for one too, with Tim pouring her a shot and a large vodka and coke. 

All seven of the group drank their final drinks quickly before Sam got up and poured everyone one last shot as they started to leave the flat. By this stage Cecilia, Ava and Claire were stumbling and grabbing onto the arms of the boys they had their eyes on. Claire was left feeling slightly alone but she poured some vodka and coke into a fanta bottle before they left and was swigging it as they staggered to the club, trying to drink away her pang of jealousy. 

“I’m pretty pissed” Alex whispered to her as they got into the line for the club about fifteen minutes later, “How are you feeling?” 

In truth Claire was feeling pretty buzzed herself but she still had a nagging feeling that she didn’t want to let herself down. 

“I’m not too bad actually,” she said as she stumbled a little. 

“Fuck that” said Alex, “It’s fucking freshers, the whole point is getting absolutley trashed for the next week” 

Then, making sure Tim wasn’t listening she added, “And sleeping with a couple of guys, after all, it doesn’t really count in the first week”

Claire giggled, 

“Really?” 

“No, nobody counts it, just enjoy yourself” 

Alex smiled and grabbed what was left of Claire’s vodka and coke and took a large swig before giving the last of it back to Claire. 

“Lets get on this” she said forcefully. 

The group stumbled into the club and Sam volunteered to buy the first round of drinks, with everyone deciding that they were happy to get double vodka and cokes. Claire had never been anywhere so cheap, she was used to paying upwards of £5 for a double spirit and mixer but this place was offering drinks, including doubles, for just £1.50. 

Sam ordered a round and Tim immediately followed. As soon as the two rounds were gone George decided that he too had to contribute and a third round was bought. By this time everyone was well on the way to being pretty smashed, especially Cecilia, Ava and Alex who pretty drunk. 

Claire was starting to feel pretty drunk as well having drunk a lot more than she normally would but she was still a lot more sober than the other three girls who headed outside to have cigarettes. Instead she wandered off to the bathroom and put some more lipstick on which seemed like a really good idea. After that she decided to go and just get a coke from the bar, after all she didn’t want to drink too much. 

As she finished getting her coke the three other girls staggered back and George, Sam and Tim turned up as well from another part of the club. Claire decided she should probably buy a round and despite protests from the boys she bought everyone double vodka and cokes again. After she ordered she saw Alex down hers and stumble to the bar. 

“Three bolls o’ wine please” she slurred at the young man behind the bar. 

“Three?” he asked 

“Three” replied Alex and he shrugged his shoulders 

“What sort” 

“R...” Alex hiccuped “Rosé” 

The barman shrugged again and picked up three bottles of rosé from behind the bar before handing them over to Alex who paid for all of them and then gave one each to Cecilia and Ava. 

Claire felt a little annoyed at that. “Why didn’t Alex buy me one as well?” she wondered, “I was her friend all of today and now she’s abandoning me for these two airheads. Fuck this” 

Feeling depressed she wandered off and after a while decided to go outside to the smoking area for a bit. When she went out she found the rest of the group with the three girls slurping down their wine through straws. The three guys were pretty drunk as well and were seeing off beers and smoking as well even though they hadn’t been earlier. 

“Oh my go’ Claire!” shouted Alex, “Where ‘ave you bin?” 

“Just getting drinks” Claire lied, feeling envious of how Alex seemed to be having such a good time 

“Goo for you” replied Alex, taking another slug of wine and another drag on her cigarette, “I’m feeling pretty fugged to be to’ally honest” 

“I’m worsh” slurred Cecilia as she finished off her cigarette and tossed away the butt, “I’ve had...” she tried to count on her fingers and held up seven “nine drinks to’ni and I’m still fugging sober” 

Ava meanwhile was the most drunk of the lot, standing staring vacantly into space hiccuping constantly. 

After a few minutes Alex declared “lets go dance!” and they all went inside again. Claire felt a pang of envy as she saw Tim squeeze Alex’s ass as she went inside. 

“Why do I never get that sort of attention?” she thought 

Half an hour later Alex and the other two girls had finished their wine and were trashed, grinding the boys on the dancefloor. Ava had given up being even remotely subtle and was sloppily kissing George as he put his hand up her dress. Claire felt slightly disgusted and a little turned on and when Alex came over to her and asked her to go with her to the bathroom she gladly obliged. 

Alex was absolutely destroyed at this stage and they stumbled over to the bathroom together, Alex desperately holding onto Claire as they went. When they got inside Alex staggered over to a cubicle and then said “Oh fuck this” and pulled her knickers down and proceeded to piss against the door. Claire felt disgusted but also a little aroused. This was a girl she’d met earlier in the day who’d been perfectly lovely but who was now degrading herself like some sort of whore in the toilets of a nightclub. After Alex finished she staggered over to Claire and said 

“I’m fucking hammered, but I want more. Can we get more please?” 

Claire knew Alex didn’t need any more but she felt like she did. And fuck Alex, she thought, if I want more then she does too and she was feeling like drinking as much as possible at this stage. 

“Fuck it,” she thought, “It’s like Alex said, it’s my first night of uni so who gives a fuck what I do?” 

The two girls managed to find their way back to the bar but Claire had to keep pulling Alex’s dress down because she was constantly slipping and letting it ride up past her ass. 

“Shoss” Alex suggested and ordered another two shots for them but after Claire had seen them off she just looked at how trashed Alex was and felt she wasn’t drunk enough 

“I....I’m...pished” Alex muttered as she stumbled off to find Tim and Claire decided she was going to go for it. 

“A bottle of rosé please” she asked the barman 

For the next hour Claire guzzled down the rose and got more and more pissed. She remembered getting with at least two guys and at least one had a good hard feel of her breasts. At one point she definitely remembered Alex staggering over and forcing her to have another shot and she thought she remembered being outside and smoking something. 

“Being drunk is so good” she thought as she flashed her knickers at another guy as he willingly bought her a drink. 

“If you give me a flash upstairs I’ll buy you two” he said 

“All mine” mumbled Claire as she pulled down her neckline and let the random boy lick her nipples. 

She spent at least an hour just wandering around totally fucked drinking as much as she could and trying to find everyone else. It felt so good, being pished. 

Come 3am Claire was also completely hammered but somehow managed to find the other girls and rolled out of the club with them. 

“Fuck me” said Claire as they got out “I am destroyed” 

“Talk about it” said Cecilia who was now staggering all over the place and had many strange stains on her dress, “I’ve never been so fuckin’ pished” 

Alex meanwhile couldn’t even talk and was just chaining cigarettes as they went back to the flat. Claire couldn’t believe how drunk she was. She just felt so fucking fantastic that it was unreal. She didn’t know how people didn’t always feel this way. 

About half way back to the flat Alex yelled “I needa piss now!” and staggered off to an alleyway. Claire was also pretty fucked  so she went with Alex to the alleyway. 

“Fuckin glad to have met you Claire” said Alex as she pissed openly in the street like the slut she was, “You’re a good friend” 

Claire nodded. I am a good friend, she thought. 

Eventually they all made it back to the flat and the girls made it back as far as their flat. Tim came with Claire and Alex but said goodbye to Claire in the hall and accompanied Alex to her room. 

“Fuck!” Clair thought to herself, “I tried my best and yet no luck first night” 

She staggered into the kitchen and lifted the sambuca 

“Fuck this,” she thought and she held it up to her lips, guzzling it down. 

20 minutes later she was absolutely fucked, wandering around the flat beyond drunk. After a while she just fell down and pissed her pants in the middle of the kitchen. 

Eventually she dragged herself up and staggered to her room and collapsed in a heap on her bed, stinking of booze and not even able to change out of her soaking knickers.

Chapter 2 

Claire woke up the next day at midday with her head absolutely pounding. After a few minutes she realised she was still wearing the clothes she had been wearing the night before and that she was still drunk. 

Eventually she dragged herself out of bed and went for a shower, incredibly embarrassed at her behaviour the previous night, from the small amount she could remember. She was almost more embarrassed by what she couldn’t remember, as she was worried about what she’d done. 

After an hour or so she’d sorted herself out and she left her room and went across the corridor to knock on Alex’s door. There was a short delay and then Alex answered. She too had showered but was clearly feeling an awful hangover from the night before. 

“Fuck I feel awful” she said when she answered, “how are you?” 

“Terrible,” said Claire, “I feel like someone’s drilling in my head” 

“Same, replied Alex, “I can’t believe Tim, he just got up this morning and left, not even a word” 

“What a bastard,” agreed Claire. 

“Let’s go into the kitchen,” Alex said, “I’m going to have a smoke” 

Claire shrugged and went with Alex, but after a couple of minutes she found herself wanting to join Alex and have a cigarette. The sweet smell of smoke that was floating around the kitchen drew her in. 

“Erm, Alex, would you mind if I had one?” she asked. 

“Of course not,” replied Alex, and she handed her a cigarette. 

Claire lit up and drew the smoke deep into her lungs, feeling the hit of nicotine that an inexperienced smoker always gets. 

The two girls sat and smoked until they heard voices in the hall as their flatmates finally turned up. They went out into the corridor to investigate but found only a quite European girl who rushed into her room and barely said hello. They decided to have another cigarette and around half an hour later another flatmate turned up, who introduced himself as Harry. He was cute, Claire thought, with a good figure and an attractive face and he didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact the girls were smoking in the kitchen. After moving into his room he came and joined them. 

“Can we smoke in here?” he asked as he came into the kitchen. 

“No,” replied Alex as she blew a cloud of smoke into the air, “but I doubt anyone will care” 

Harry laughed and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up and blowing smoke into the kitchen. 

“Seems like you girls have it sorted!” he said. 

Harry seemed like a pretty cool guy, Claire thought. He was studying law and he seemed pretty keen to join the girls on another night out. At first Claire thought that was a bad idea but Alex was keen, saying that drinking a second night in a row was part of the freshers experience and that it would make them feel better. 

After a while Alex said that she was going to go to her room for a nap, but that she’d meet them back in the kitchen at 7 and they could go to the union bar which was doing half price drinks that night. Claire also decided to go for a nap and headed off looking forward to the night ahead. 

She woke up at half six and decided to change out of the clothes she was wearing and put on something a bit more sexy. After last night she decided she wanted to got for it, still feeling sore at missing out on sex. She couldn’t believe she felt so keen but after seeing Alex get so drunk and have sex with Tim she’d decided she needed to properly enjoy uni. She’d spent so long being well behaved at school she felt she was entitled to go a bit wild and enjoy herself. 

Claire changed into a very short and tight dress, the only one she owned at home and had brought with her anticipating that this sort of thing might happen. She put on heavy makeup and 5 inch heels and made her way into the kitchen where Harry was sitting smoking a cigarette and talking to another attractive boy. 

“Hi!” Harry said as he saw her walk in. She could see him looking her up and down as he examined her long legs which were now clearly on show. 

“This is Dan”, he said, gesturing towards the other boy. 

“Hey,” said Claire, as she sat down, and then asked Harry, “Can I have a cigarette please?” 

Harry handed her one of his cigarettes and she lit up, surprised that she was already having her fifth of the day. 

About five minutes late Alex turned up also wearing a very short dress which was also low cut and showed off her ample tits. 

She lit up a cigarette and went to the fridge for a couple of tins of beer. 

“Who’s with me?” she asked and the two boys stuck up their hands. Why not? thought Claire and she too motioned that she wanted one. 

An hour or so later everyone had finished off three tins of beer and were ready to go, so Claire went to her room and grabbed her jacket. The four students headed off to the union ready to get totally trashed as was fresher’s week tradition. 

They arrived at the union bar and found a table, with both the boys declaring they were going to buy pitchers of beer since they hadn’t been there the day before and felt they owed the girls. Alex told Claire she wanted to get something lighter as well so they both went to the bar and got double vodka and cokes. 

Claire was still feeling a bit unsure about drinking so much but she decided that since last night had gone reasonably well and she couldn’t remember anything awful happening that it was ok. She sat back down with her double vodka and coke and gladly accepted a pint of beer out of Harry’s pitcher. 

After finishing off her pint Claire was keen for another and Harry gladly poured her one. She’d seen off her vodka and coke by this point and was feeling pretty good. 

After another half an hour she’d seen off her second pint and went off to the bathroom with Alex. 

“God I think that new guy Dan is fit” said Alex as left the bathroom 

“I’m feeling it for Harry” Claire admitted 

“Alright then”, Alex replied, “we’ll agree to take one each, I wonder if they can even handle us” 

Claire giggled at the thought of the two boys being unable to cope with them, wondering if she could get Harry to come back to her room that night. 

They went back to the table and Claire finished off two more pints before volunteering to buy another pitcher. Two pitchers later everyone was absolutely trashed and decided they wanted to dance. 

Claire was royally pissed now and she staggered up off her seat and wandered over to the bar for another pint. “God”, she thought “I never thought it would be this bad, two days at uni and I’ve basically spent them fucked” 

She bought another two pints and was going to give one to Harry when he shook his head. 

“Down it fresher” he said. 

Claire glanced down at her pint and decided it it was worth it. She gulped it down in 10 seconds and let out a very un-ladylike burp. ‘Fuck me that’ was good she thought to herself. 

She drank the next one over the course of twenty minutes and then Harry offered her another. 

“Can I have a cocktail pitcher?” she asked. 

harry bought her a cocktail pitcher and she guzzled it down like the drunken bitch she now was. She felt so horny in her little dress. 

After the cocktail pitcher she was so wrote she couldn’t stand. She went back to the bar ant bought a couple more pints. ‘Fuck me’, she thought, ‘I am gone’. 

After that she was destroyed jut staggering round the place with her dress up round her arse. Eventually after two more vodkas she was kicked out by the bouncers for being simply too drunk to go on. 

When she got outside Harry was waiting for her. She had no idea where Alex had gone but she didn’t even care. All she wanted was sex with Henry. The two horny students staggered back to their halls and when they got their Claire dragged him to her room and sank to her knees, not really knowing what she was doing. She gave Harry a sloppy blowjob before he mounted her and slammed her pussy as she cried out in pleasure. After fucking for over an hour he came all over her face and then got up and walked out as she collapsed into a drunken sleep.

Chapter 3 

Claire woke up the next morning and once again found that she had a pounding headache. She was still in her bra and knickers and when she finally got up and staggered to the bathroom she discovered that she had dried cum all over her face. 

Head pounding she went back to bed and finally woke up at three in the afternoon, got showered and dressed. She went over to knock on Alex’s door and after a moment or two Alex answered. Like Claire she was obviously extremely hungover and her hair was a mess. There was a cloud of cigarette smoke hanging in the room and she had a half-smoked cigarette between her fingers. 

“You were fucking hammered last night” she said, inviting Claire in. 

“I don’t remember much,” replied Claire, “I definitely shagged Harry though” 

“He’s fit, good work” replied Alex, taking a deep drag on her cigarette, “I slept with Dan” 

Claire couldn’t believe she’d been such a degraded whore the night before but she knew she’d liked it in spite of herself. Feeling a little charge of excitement rush through her at the thought of it she reached over for a cigarette. 

“You don’t mind?” she asked Alex, “I’ll buy a packet later, never done that before” 

“Go ahead,” said Alex with a smile. 

The two girls sat and smoked for a while before Alex suggested going out again that night. 

“God I don’t know if I can,” replied Claire, but then she thought about how much she had enjoyed the previous night and how fun it would be to do it again while she had the chance. 

“There’s a fancy black tie event on tonight”, Alex said, “we could give that a go. How about we get really drunk here first and then go down? I think you have to pay membership to the society to get in and then you get free alcohol after.” 

This sounded excellent to Claire, and she said goodbye to Alex for a short time to leave her to get showered and dressed and walked to the shops, where she bought three bottles of wine and twenty cigarettes. When she got back she changed into her fancy black dress that she’d last worn when she was at school. It came to halfway up her thighs and she put on a pair of shiny black high heels before going back over to Alex’s room. 

Neither of the girls wanted to see any of the boys in the flat after the previous night and so they sat in Alex’s room and cracked open the wine. It was only five o’clock and the event didn’t start until eight so they had plenty of time as they sat and drank and smoked. Claire couldn’t believe how many cigarettes she was getting through for someone who had never smoked before the start of the week.

Three hours and three bottles of wine later the girls were already quite drunk, with Alex slurring her words slightly and Claire weaving a little as she got up to go to the bathroom. 

“It’s eight now, but I dont sink we shu go yet” said Alex, “wanna have a few shots?” 

“SHOTS!” shouted Claire and the two girls burst out laughing. 

Alex poured them out a number of shots and they downed them at intervals over the next half an hour before deciding it was probably time to get going. They got up and staggered somewhat as they left the flat and took the short walk to the main university building, where the event was being held. As they approached they passed the union bar and saw a sign outside offering half price pitchers of beer. 

Alex looked over at Claire and grinned 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she said 

Claire knew she shouldn’t but decided that she couldn’t resist and they went inside and ordered a pitcher between them. After taking half an hour for the first pint Alex exclaimed that it was time to get going. “Lets just see the next pint off” she said, and she grabbed hers and downed it. Claire followed and the two girls let off very unladylike burps and then giggled as they staggered up and off to the main building. 

By now they were very drunk and they staggered into the main foyer and over to the man at the door selling tickets. 

“Heya,” said Claire, hanging onto Alex to keep her balance, “We wann buy two tickes for th’vent and ge’ memmership” 

The man, also a student, tried to stifle a laugh as he looked back at them, 

“Well it’s £20 for membership for the year” he said 

Claire pulled out a £20 note and paid for both of them as they rolled inside and headed straight for a table with dozens of bottles of wine on it. Everyone around the room was looking at them, two girls who had just turned up absolutely pissed off their tits. 

Alex lifted one of the bottles of wine and poured full glasses for herself and Claire, who both started eagerly slurping them down as they went for a wander- or rather a wobble- around the room. Everyone was dressed in black tie and there were a number of people who looked very posh. Nobody else seemed very drunk. 

After an hour or so though that had all changed. Everyone else was starting to get progressively drunker, and the two girls had slowed down just enough to keep up. That wasn’t saying much though, as they were still very pissed. They were standing talking to a group of other girls who they had just met, and who had managed to get just as drunk as they were off the free booze, despite only having been there for an hour and a half. 

“I’m telli ya”, slurred Alex, “Zzzo ma’y peope here are soooooo posh”, she took another slug of her wine, “sooo posh they juss bough all zis booze wiz em. I wanna fine one an give’m a good time. He’d *hic* have so mush money we cou’ spennit all on *hic* wine” 

All of the other girls nodded in agreement at such a good idea and Claire reached over to the table beside her and lifted another two bottles of wine. She handed one to Alex and then took a swig before handing the other one to another girl, who she didn’t even know the name of. 

The girls passed the wine around swigging from the bottle before going to dance, by this point trashed off their asses. After a considerable number of further drinks had been consumed Alex fell over on her arse in the middle of the floor and burst into laughter. 

“I’m so...I’m sooo...soo....zrunk?” she said, unable to even finish her sentence and then let out a snort of a laugh as she dragged herself up and wrapped herself around the equally drunk Claire. 

“Less go a bazroom” she mumbled and they staggered off together. 

They staggered into the bathroom where they found another girl with her dress around her wasted slumped on top of a sink, whilst two more very drunk girls were making out in a corner. 

Claire looked at them and found herself feeling slightly turned on, but quickly put those thoughts to the back of her mind. She wasn’t a lesbian, so she didn’t know why she felt like that but she was sure it would pass soon. 

When Alex staggered back to meet her again they went back into the main room where the party was in full swing. Both of the girls grabbed bottles of wine and started swigging them as they went outside for a cigarette. 

Those bottles of wine were gone within another hour and now the two girls were absolutely destroyed. They could barely speak and had gone outside where they were chain smoking and mumbling incoherently to each other. 

After a few minutes an attractive man came over and started chatting. 

“I don’t know about you two,” he said, “but I’m not in the mood to quit this party just yet” 

“No no inna moo stop yet” mumbled Claire 

“Well, we’re going to a house party if you want to come” he suggested, indicating another two of his friends 

“Come wissa, we come wissa” replied Claire, on behalf of Alex who wasn’t even able to articulate anything any more. 

The two girls went with the three boys to get a taxi, where they rode the short distance from uni into town to the house party. One of the boys produced a hip flask and Claire was only too happy to take some of its contents. She was took drunk to know what she was doing and far far too drunk to care and she eagerly gulped down the whiskey, unable even to taste it. 

When they got back to the boy’s house they all rolled inside, and Alex flopped down on a sofa. 

“I WAN MORE DRING” she demanded, and one of the boys went and poured her a rather generous measure of vodka and coke which she immediately downed before demanding another. 

“Too drung to stop, too fugging drung don wanna do nothin...too drung..” she mumbled 

Claire meanwhile was wandering around bouncing off walls and trying to stand up “I’m fine” she thought to herself, and then giggled at the thought of how she’d managed to stay (she imagined) quite sober as Alex got fucked out of her mind. 

There were about ten other people there, a fairly good mix of guys and girls and there was music blasting around. Everyone else seemed to have come from the ball as well as they too were all wearing black tie. 

The boy Claire had spoken to outside came over, a cigarette between his fingers, and asked if Claire wanted a drink. 

“mmm pleaaase” she said, deciding to have a cigarette as well and fishing the packed out of her bag to find she only had two left. She chain smoked them as her companion went and got her a huge glass of wine. She started gulping it down but soon spilled a good deal of it over her tits, which left her snorting with laughter. Her boy went to get her another and she followed him into the kitchen. 

There was no one else there and she just grabbed the bottle of wine he was trying to pour from and guzzled more down from it, before staggering over to him, grabbing him and kissing him. 

She started to undo his belt buckle when she collapsed and fell to the floor in a drunken heap. 

Not quite sure what had happened she started crawling around the floor before her boy locked the door, picked her up, lifted her onto the counter top and started to fuck her right there in the kitchen. She put her hand out to one side and grabbed the rest of the bottle of wine, drinking it down as it spilled all over her tits as she got fucked. She came almost instantly before he took her down, bent her over the table and fucked her roughly from behind. 

She couldn’t believe how good it felt and came twice more before he led her out of the kitchen and upstairs. She was careering into every object in her way as she went and as she looked around Alex was nowhere to be seen. Lots of people were looking at her as she staggered past, her dress stained with cum and wine and her hair a mess, her eyes unfocussed. She finally collapsed to her knees and crawled up the stairs. Once in his bedroom they fucked twice more before she eventually passed out on the bed, pissed off her tits for the second night running and unable to even remember what had happened just an hour or so before. God she felt good. 

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Chapter 4 

Claire awoke the next morning as she had the previous few, with a pounding headache. There was no one next to her but she had no idea where she was anyway so that didn’t make much of a difference. The last thing she remembered was chugging wine at the black tie event, now she was in a stranger’s bed and there was a feeling in her pussy that suggested he’d given her a damn good shagging. 

Feeling extremely embarrassed and a bit anxious she dragged herself out of bed and managed to find her dress. Her tights were bunched in a corner of the room full of holes and ladders. She eventually found her lacy black knickers but they were soaked in cum and therefore ruined. In the end she dragged on the dress, which was covered in stains, put on her ridiculously high-heeled, shoes and left. 

She managed to get through the house without seeing anyone and she got on to the main road where she discovered she was at least a half an hour walk from home. Digging into her handbag she found enough change for the bus, where she was forced to sit, stinking of sweat, alcohol and sex, between two old ladies who were clearly not impressed. Her attired, which the night before had looked classy, now simply looked slutty and she had to endure stares from the other passengers the whole way home. 

When she finally got back to her room she simply collapsed on the bed and passed out into another deep sleep, finally waking in the late afternoon and feeling another huge pang of embarrassment. Her hangover still hadn’t passed and so she went into the kitchen and cooked herself a fatty frozen pizza that she stole from the freezer. 

Claire passed the rest of the day in bed watching TV and wishing her horrific hangover would go away before she finally went to sleep again and woke up the next morning feeling a good deal better. When she charged her phone she found a number of texts from Alex and she went over to find her in her room. 

“My God Claire,” Alex said as she opened the door, still looking the worse for wear. “We were steaming last night” 

Claire turned a bright shade of purple 

“Can you remember anything?” she asked 

“I remember we were at that party” replied Alex, stepping back to let Claire in to the room, “After that nothing much, I fucked someone I think and that’s about it.” 

The two girls giggled at how slutty they had been at tried to piece the night together but they simply couldn’t. 

Over the next couple of weeks they settled into the routine of university life, spending a good deal of time getting pissed and as much time as they could spare going to class. They were both studying different subjects, but Claire found a group of girls on her course who she liked and they went out a few times. Twice she  had gone to the union intending not to drink much but had been convinced by her new found friends. She discovered she simply couldn’t resist alcohol and she had about seven pints each time on top of some spirits and smoked like a trooper. On these occasions she came home totally wasted and came across an equally drunk  Alex in the kitchen smoking cigarettes and talking to good looking boys. On one such occasion Alex informed her that she had grabbed her drink and downed it before collapsing in a drunken heap on the floor.   

Once she had gone for a ‘quiet drink’ after class with a couple of people off her course and what started out as a couple of glasses of wine in the afternoon turned into an all day bender which left her so drunk she was unable to function the following day which she spent lying in bed chain smoking. She also finally met up with Harry again, having got over her shame and the pair fucked a lot, although it was clear to both that their relationship was purely about sex. 

One one occasion Alex came out with Claire and her new course friends but it was a complete disaster. She turned up at the pub totally trashed having been at a university event with free wine and got so drunk that she vomited all over the bar and had to be taken home by Claire, who was almost as drunk but just about able to function. Claire had cut back somewhat on her freshers’ week antics but was becoming transformed nonetheless and had bought herself a new wardrobe of clothes when her loan came in. Short skirts and low cut tops had become the order of the day. She laughed at the thought of what her friends from home would think of her, but she reasoned that it was fine now that she was at university. Getting so drunk she could barely stand or see was normal, she thought, and she had cut back so it was fine. 

Two drunken weeks into their time at university Alex came over and knocked on Claire’s door and asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner that Saturday. 

“Mum’s in town” she said, a cigarette smouldering between her fingers, “and she wanted to know if I wanted to bring a friend to dinner. Well, lunch actually, at the Ritz, she’s paying. 

Claire couldn’t believe that she was being invited to lunch at the Ritz, never mind having it paid for by someone else. She gladly accepted and went out to buy herself a new outfit, a glitzy cocktail dress that came to just above her knees. 

She didn’t really know what to expect at the Ritz, but she presumed she’d have a good time. The two girls got a taxi, which Alex said her mother would pay for. 

“Mum hasn’t had the best time since she split up from dad,” she told Claire as they were on their way to the hotel, “so I think she’s keen to take us out, take her mind off it.” 

They arrived at the front entrance and Alex received a text from her mother telling her to meet at the bar, just off from the restaurant. The girls walked over to the bar and as they entered Claire saw a woman sitting at the bar in a low cut dress drinking what appeared to be a gin and tonic. 

“Mummy!” yelled Alex, and the woman the bar turned and broke out into a smile 

“Darling!” she replied, and hopped off the bar stool to meet her daughter with a kiss on the cheek. 

“This is my friend Claire” Alex said, motioning Claire over. 

“Hello darling how are you?” asked Alex’s mother, “I’m Liz” 

Claire looked back at the stunning beauty standing before her. She was only around 20 years older than Alex, with an amazing figure. She had flowing brown hair and huge breasts that Claire could barely drag her eyes from. They were practically bursting out of her dress which was far too revealing for someone of her age, especially when worn in the middle of the day. 

“You must be Claire”, she said, leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Alex has told me all about you. What are you drinking? G&T?” 

Claire was a little taken aback by how forward Alex’s mother was but she quickly got herself together. 

“Yes please” she replied 

“Double I hope?” Liz replied 

“Ah...erm....yeah” Claire mumbled 

“Same for you darling” Liz asked her mother? 

“Yes please mummy” 

Liz signalled to the barman and asked him for three double gin and tonics 

“We have plenty of time before we eat” she told the girls as their drinks arrived, “So we may as well get a few of these in” 

Claire and Alex swiftly downed their drinks, building on experience from their first couple of weeks at uni. Liz did the same and then looked over at them. 

“Well girls that was quick, wasn’t it?” she said and she signalled over to the barman for the same again. 

He brought their order and they again sank them quickly as Liz signalled for another. Claire presumed she’d had a couple before they came but she still managed to down hers with the girls and order a third in the space of ten minutes. 

“It’s never too early for a gin and tonic” she said as the third drink arrived, “But the wine can wait a while!” 

She cackled at her own awful joke and started to guzzle down the drink that had just arrived in front of her. 

Claire saw off hers as well and was feeling a bit tipsy when the waiter came over to them and told them their table was ready. Liz was making small talk with her about university but it was clear that she too was already a bit drunk. The waiter showed them to their table and asked them if they wanted drinks. 

“Of course!” said Liz, a little too loudly, causing some of the posh customers to turn and look at her. “I want two bottles of wi wine and a cosmopolitan and wha’ever drinks the girls want’” 

She gestured towards Alex and Claire. 

Alex replied immediately, “Margarita please” and the waiter nodded and turned to Claire. 

Feeling embarrassed Claire simply added the same to the order and then said “Can you double up the drink or something?” 

“Of course madam” replied the waiter and Liz and Alex added “Oh yes us too” 

“Of course” he replied and went off, retuning minutes later with their potent cocktails. 

“To us!” said Liz, too loudly again, and the three clinked their glasses as and glugged down their drinks. 

“So Claire” Liz asked as they finished off their cocktails “How have you found uni so far” 

“Good yeah” said Claire, trying to stay sober as the wine arrived, “good so far, just getting quite drunk” 

“Quite drunk!” exclaimed Liz, as she nodded at the waiter pouring a glass of wine for her, “I hope you’re not up to that as well Alex” 

Alex looked at her mother and inclined her head drunkenly to the side 

“Me? Mother? No way” she said as she tipped back her head and downed her cocktail 

“Why not?” asked Liz as she saw off her cocktail 

“I don’t want to embarrass myself” said Alex as she reached for the wine and poured herself a glass, 

“You wouldn’t do that darling I’m sure” Liz replied as she took another large gulp of wine. 

Claire thought back to how Alex had definitely embarrassed herself during their many drunken nights out so far and smiled as she too drank some more. If only her mother knew, she thought. 

Over the next hour and a half the girls downed at least a bottle of wine each. Claire lost count as bottle after bottle arrived at the table and Liz and Alex opened and started drinking each one. She was trying to stay relatively sober but the other two women were getting incredibly drunk. Liz could barely manage ordering her main course and Alex was so drunk she just ordered the same as her mother before deciding Claire’s was nicer and ordering both. 

“I wanna have both” she slurred at the waiter, who politely took her order and stalked off. 

By the time the main course was finished Alex and Liz were both very drunk and had an awful time ordering dessert. Claire simply stared at them feeling very jealous and poured herself another huge glass of wine from the bottle on the table. ‘I may as well’ she thought to herself, ‘After all it’s free’ 

Liz ordered a dessert wine and the three saw it off before a final cheese course with port. By this stage they were all fucked, even Claire who had tried to say sober had guzzled down two glasses of port and was now gone struggling to make coherent conversation, her poor little mind befuddled by drink. 

“One more drink before we go girls|?” asked Liz and they all agreed. What more harm could a dessert cocktail do?

This post was updated on Jul 31, 2013; 9:13pm.

The final cocktail was, it seemed, too much,, and by the time they left four hours after their meal began they were absolutely plastered. Liz was staggering all over the now empty restaurant and dragged both Alex and Claire to the toilets with her as she left. 

“Pub?” suggested Liz 

“Yeah,!” replied Alex, “You should see what uni is like! Let’s go to the Dog’n Duck!” 

“Souns wunnerful darling” said Liz, and they called a taxi and  directed their driver to go to the scummy university bar. 

They arrived already lit off their tits and Liz staggered over to the bar and asked for a pitcher of beer. The barman  raised an eyebrow but did as he was told and gave the three already wasted girls yet more alcohol. All around the bar customers were staring at the three wasted girls, especially Liz who was absolutely plastered and could barely walk in her fancy dress. 

“I’m gone” sad Liz as she started to gulp down a pint. “I knew you could drink but this is beyond measure” 

“Oh fuck off mother” said Alex as she downed her pint “This is standard stuff.” 

She then produced a packet of cigarettes from her bag and her mother barely raised an eyebrow. The three girls staggered off outside for a cigarette or three. 

An hour later and the girls were beyond recognition. Liz was buying pitchers every time they ran out and it was still only 7pm. 

They kept drinking until 9 o’clock until Alex suggested to her mother that they should go  clubbing. 

“Why not!” screamed Liz 

“But you’re not wearing the right clothes” said Claire 

“Ri clothes? asked Liz 

“Yeah like not slutty enough” said Claire 

Liz looked crestfallen but Claire offered a solution 

“I have some you could wear!” she shouted 

“Me too Mum!” said Alex   

“Yes, but....” Claire paused, not wanting to say they were too small for Liz. 

“Then lets fuggin wear them!” yelled Liz 

The group finally left the bar and staggered back to halls, Liz too pissed to 

talk, and went to Claire’s room. Liz tried on several outfits, finally settling on a miniskirt and blouse combo. Her skirt was so short it showed her arse cheeks and her tits bulged out of the blouse. The hole thing was far, far to short for her and her belly was busting out. Claire and Alex also changed, with Claire trying on another one of her brand new outfits, which came up to just below her round ass. 

AS they downed another few shots they called a taxi and it took them to the the nightclub. It was still very early but Liz was wrote.. “I’m so drunk” she said as she staggered inside. 

Claire and Alex oredered some shots but it was clear to them both that Liz was already pissed out of her mind. She was wandering around without any great knowledge of what was going on. 

“Buy her a cocktail pitcher” said Alex, “That’ll sort her out, trust me” 

So Claire did, ordering Alex’s mother a sex on the beach. As the drunker milf staggered over to her she felt a little deviant. 

“Double vodka as well please” she asked and when it arrived she poured it into the pitcher and then handed it to Liz. 

“There you go my darling” she said in a faux posh accent bit Liz barely seemed to notice and just started sucking it down through the four straws she had been given. 

Liz somehow still had leave of her senses and ordered two cocktail pitchers for her daughter and her best friend. Claire was delighted as she received her gift of alcohol. 

“Take thish a....as...as we’..as well” Liz slurred, giving them a bottle of WKD in addition to the pitcher,. 

Both girls downed the bottle and then proceeded to slurp down their pitchers before staggering outside for a fag. 

They were both outside seeing off their cigarettes when Liz came tumbling out of the club totally wasted. She could barely see anything and was clearly pissed but to Claire’s surprise Alex didn't’ seem to give s a shite. 

“Mummy!” She yelled, “Are you fucked” 

“Sooooo fucked darling” slurred Liz 

Alex simply cackled back at her and then dragged her back inside where she went to the bar and ordered yet more drinks. Claire downed another and that was the last she could remember of the night in full. Her hazy memories the next day had her drinking even more, finishing off her cigarettes and getting with at least two guys in the club. 

Vaguely she remembered Alex saying that she was going to take her mother home, and then seeing Liz slumped in a corner of the club, her eyes glazed,  being ordered to leave by bouncers. But Claire stayed on and the next thing she could remember she was on a bus home. 

She staggered into her halls through the front door and somehow got herself up to her flat on her hands and knees before getting in through the door to her hallway at the fifth or six attempt. A haze of smoke greeted her and she staggered to the kitchen to find Alex slumped on the table beside a half empty bottle of wine and an ashtray full of cigarettes. There were two wine glasses in front of her. 

Claire went over to her and tried to wake up but she was deep asleep and so she dragged her to her room. The door was ajar and when they entered Claire saw Liz sprawled out on the floor in front of her. Her dress was half off and her knickers were around her ankles but she clearly hadn’t been able to make it to bed in time. 

Claire dumped Alex on the bed and threw the sheets over her before going to her own room and collapsing in a drunken haze. She was so aroused, and yet she didn’t know why. She thought of Liz and how the drunken whore had degraded herself and not even made it to bed. She slipped her fingers into her own knickers and pleasured herself at the thought of it before drifting off to sleep.

3 Months Later- Alex’s Christmas Day

Alex sat on the sofa staring slightly confusedly at her gin and tonic. Was it her fourth since dinner, or her fifth? She couldn’t really remember but she knocked it back anyway and reached sloppily for the gin bottle, grabbing it at the second attempt and slugging another slosh of alcohol into her glass. 

Blurry eyed she sat and stared at the nonsense on the television screen, her drink sodden little mind unable to comprehend the Christmas night television playing before her.  Absent mindedly Alex fished into her handbag and pulled out another cigarette, lightingg it and blowing a plume of smoke into the air. 

Her mother was upstairs already, passed out in a drunken stupor. She had been just about functioning until an hour ago and then it had all gone to hell, leaving Alex as the only one able to stand, although still far from sober. 

The only other person remotely able to function was her little sister, who was lying in the hall smoking cigarettes and trying not to be sick as she knocked back yet another shot of Jaegermister. 

What a day, thought Alex, as she took another slug. What another incredible, wonderful Christmas day. True she hadn’t got as drunk as the most drunken Christmas she had experienced, when she was 16 and had ended up falling asleep in the garden with no clothes on, but she was making good progress. She giggled as she gulped down more gin. Perhaps in another couple of hours that stage would arrive again. 

Her Christmas Eve had ended as her Christmas Day had begun, drunkenly. As had been tradition every year since she was 14 she went to the local pub in the village where she lived, somewhere she never normally ventured during the rest of the year, preferring to go out to more high class venues. This year her sister, Clara, had joined her and her friends as they welcomed Christmas in with a heavy session starting at six in the evening and not ending until last orders were called at eleven. 

Ten pints of beer in five hours was a tall order even for Alex, while Clara, who didn’t drink beer, was wasted by nine o’clock having guzzled down half a dozen alcopops and a pint or two of cider. 

The two girls dragged themselves out of the pub and staggered home up the lane to their home, barely able to stand in their ridiculously high heels. On getting in the door Alex collapsed in a heap on the floor in a fit of giggles, while Clara simply went and passed out on the sofa. 

Eventually Alex got leave of her senses and dragged herself up off the ground. Her mother appeared to still be next door with the neighbours and her father, who had reconciled at least for a while with her mother, was also out. 

Rousing Clara from sleep proved difficult but eventually she managed it and dumped her little sister in bed before passing out herself, unable even to get undressed. 

The next morning Alex was in bed when there was a knock at the door and her mother appeared. 

“Morning darling!” she crooned. “Merry Christmas!” 

Alex moaned and groped her bedside table to find her cigarettes. She flicked open the packet and lit one, sucking heavily on it. 

“Open your presents!” Liz cried, and Alex gratefully took them. 

“Thanks mother, but don’t be so fucking loud please,” she said. “I’m fucking hungover” 

Liz cackled back at her and grinned broadly. 

“So am I, but I’m already drinking” she said, and produced a glass of champagne from behind her back. 

“You’re a fucking disgrace” Alex laughed, and tore into her gifts. 

The first few presents were marvellous, including a bottle of champagne which was already chilled and which Alex tore into and glugged enthusiastically from the bottle. 

Liz had also bought her some wonderfully sexy knickers which she slipped on before dragging on a dress that was really a bit too short for Christmas morning. Fuck it she thought. 

She dragged her way downstairs smoking a second cigarette of the day and slurping champagne to find her father, David, sitting in the living room with more presents. Her parents didn’t really get on but on Christmas Day they made an effort. 

He gave her the rest of her gifts and she found a treasure trove, with a large bottle of expensive vodka her favourite. 

“Thank you daddy” she crooned as she decided it was alright to take a little taste of the deliious vodka in front of her. 

She turned on the television to watch the usual Christmas morning crap but a few moments later she was distracted when she heard a noise on the stairs and Clara came banging down. 

She was clearly very hungover and had plastered herself with makeup to try and improve her appearance. She too had pulled on a dress that was much more appropriate for clubbing than for Christmas morning, in fact the bottom of her arse cheeks were showing. 

Alex laughed at her as she stumbled into the living room. 

“You’re a bloody Christmas slut Clara” she said as she guzzled more champagne. 

“Oh piss off Alex, you drunken whore” Clara said and she tore into her gifts too. She had acquired a huge magnum of gin (her favourite drink since she was 14 and had got inappropriately drunk and shagged a neighbour at a barbecue). 

The girls spent the rest of the morning drinking champagne, vodka and gin and waiting for dinner to arrive. Liz and David were responsible for that and were cooking away in the kitchen. 

Clara was drinking every bit as heavily as Alex and was fairly drunk by the early hours of the afternoon, by which time dinner should have been ready. 

Alex looked at the clock and indeed it said it was one o’clock. She was surprised, because normally Christmas dinner was ready by then. She shrugged and returned to her gin. Perhaps there were problems, she thought. 

Indeed there were problems, but they were worse than she thought. Liz was meant to be doing most of the cooking but had drunk a bottle of wine on top of spirits and was too drunk to cook. David, a heavy drinker himself, had resorted to self-medication and drank too much whiskey. The pair had ended up burning the potatoes and almost ruining dinner. 

Eventually they got some leave of their senses and despite being smashed pulled together a dinner of sorts, calling Alex and Clara into the dining room an hour late. 

As they drunkenly made their way in Liz poured red wine all down her dress. 

“Oh no!” she pined, “I’ve ruined it” 

“Go and get changed for Christ’s sake” David moaned and Liz wobbled off. 

The girls tucked into their feast and opened a bottle of white to share between them. They were enjoying things fine until Liz came back. 

She had forced herself into a sexy santa costume that was clearly too small for her and was staggering around all over the place. Clara was almost in tears at the sight of her mother. 

“Mother, please change!” she cried. 

“Fuck off Clara, I’ll wear what I fucking want” Liz replied and sat down heavily before guzzling down more wine. 

In response Clara turned to wine and by the end of the dinner everyone was wankered. Alex could barely manage desert as she stuffed pudding into her face, gin keeping her going as she went. This is the fucking life, she thought. 

Meanwhile Liz had just destroyed a bottle of red wine and moved on to spirts. Alex had never seen her so drunk. Her tits had fallen out of her costume half-way through dinner and now they were hanging into the custard of her desert, sloshing around. David had even had the gall to lean over and suck her nipples. 

But Alex hadn’t noticed and Clara was too pissed to care, downing gin and tonics like they were going out of fashion 

Eventually dinner ended and Liz was absolutely trollied. She was unable to talk or even move and David had to carry her to her bed where he also collapsed, pissed. 

Alex sat down to watch some TV, with Clara beside her smoking cigarettes and enjoying the shit that was on the telly. 

But too much gin was Alex’s undoing and soon she found herself unable to understand what was going on. She had been fucked during dinner but now she was totally pickled. 

Eventually Clara staggered off into the hall where she lay down and started chain smoking. Alex couldn’t do anything to help her now and just sat there downing drink after drink. 

She couldn’t remember what time she passed out but when she finally awoke it was starting to get light outside and she was slumped on the sofa. Clara was snoring heavily in the hall and as Alex looked around she saw an ashtray stuffed full of cigarette butts and an empty bottle of gin beside her. She was still smashed and she saw her dress had ridden up around her chest and her knickers were on the floor. She smiled and went back to sleep. “Amazing,” she thought. “What another amazing Christmas”

New Year’s 

The three girls spent the next week in a state of perpetual drunkenness. Alex woke up again a few hours later and, still drunk, reached once more for the gin, not realising the bottle was empty. Moaning she lit a cigarette, staggered up and went and found a bottle of single malt Scotch, which she had no idea cost a fortune 

She spent the next few hours glugging it down her before getting into such a pathetic state of drunkenness that she vomited all over herself and passed out. 

She woke up again the next day to find she was in her bed, clean and tucked in. There was a bottle of gin and two bottles of tonic beside her bed along with a little note wishing her a Merry Christmas. It was from her mother’s cleaner, Margaret, who was well used to the girls. From time to time she had to do as she had done the night before and clean them up, as well as whatever they’d done to the house and then put them to bed. 

“Thank God for Margaret,” Alex said out loud before pouring herself a large gin and tonic, lighting a cigarette and tearing open one of the many boxes of chocolates she had received as gifts. 

She spent the rest of that day in bed getting absolutely blitzed and eating box after box of expensive chocolate. She got through the whole bottle of gin, three packets of cigarettes and six boxes of chocolates before passing out again in a drunken stupor with chocolate all over her tits. 

The next day when she woke up she decided she really ought to go and see if she could find her mother and sister. She got herself up (after three large gin and tonics to numb her hangover) and got dressed, put on her makeup and wobbled downstairs with a cigarette between her fingers. 

To her surprise Clara and Liz were both seated at the breakfast bar in the kitchen drinking champagne and smoking cigarettes. 

“Morning darling!” said Liz a little too loudly, “your father has fucked off and left me a note saying he was annoyed he hadn’t seen us and I should clean up my act. Fuckin’ bastard.” 

She tilted back her head and slugged the rest of the champagne down her throat before pouring another glass. 

The three of them sat and drank before Liz suggested they play a game. 

“When I was younger a’ univerissy” she said, “we uss to play a game to see how drung’ we could get. We called it the pissing chair” 

Clara, who was already fairly sozzled by this stage of the afternoon tilted her head and stared at her mother. 

“Why the pissing chair?” she asked. 

“Why don’ you fine’ out for youssel” Liz replied. 

She made the girls go and change into what she called “uni clothes”, which for Alex meant putting on one of her slutty dresses. Then they went into the kitchen again and Liz said: : “Ri’ Alex, you go firss” 

Alex sat down in the chair her mother had set out and then Liz tied her legs to the legs of the chair and her arms behind her back. 

“What are you doing mother?” Alex asked, but Liz just laughed. 

“Juss wai and see” she said. 

Once Alex was tied up fully she explained. 

“Th’ aim is we ask quesshions of the person in th’ chair” she said. 

“If you get one wrong, you drink, and you have to drink every ten minutes even if you ge’ one ri. Iss a shot for every quession’ you ge wrong and some wine every ten mins. If you lass half an hour without pissing yoursel then you come off the chair and someone else goes on. Firs’ persson to piss themselves on the chair loses.” 

And so they started. Alex was fine with the questions to begin with but eventually she started getting some wrong and the shots came. Liz was cackling as she forced them down her throat (not that it took much forcing) and Clara was watching on with a smouldering cigarette between her fingers, drinking wine. 

Shot after shot started going down Alex’s throat and then came the wine, then more shots, then more wine and on and on in a drunken haze. By the time her half hour was up she was pretty fucked, but able to stand (although unsteadily) as Liz helped her off the chair. 

Liz was next up and Clara tied her in before the girls started quizzing her. She was fairly plastered already and got a lot of questions wrong so they kept plugging her with shots, demanding she drank more and more. 

Liz was keen though and kept yelling “MORE MORE” every time she drank, eventually getting let off the chair having just managed to hold herself. She was staggering all over the place though and fell on her fat arse. 

Alex and Clara had been drinking shots too while Liz was on the chair and had a hard time getting her up, eventually just leaving her to giggle to herself on the floor. Alex tied Clara in and started quizzing her. 

The problem was Alex could barely see Clara, never mind ask questions and Clara was already drunk. Alex started feeding her shots at random and Clara didn’t seem to object. They went on and on and Alex had one for each of Clara’s to the point where she could see two of Clara sitting in the chair and had to hold herself up on the breakfast bar in order to ask questions. 

Clara was similarly fucked, staring vacantly into space and after Alex tipped the bottle of tequila down her throat she just sat there mumbling. Then she pissed herself, groaning as she did so. 

Liz burst out laughing and knocked back some more champagne from a bottle she had opened and Alex just looked confused, not understanding what had happened. She took a slug from the tequila bottle herself and then collapse on top of her mother in a drunken heap on the floor. Clara just sat there staring at them and then passed out, still strapped into the chair, helpless and with her tits hanging out of her stained dress.

30th December 

Claire got off the train in Alex’s village and immediately lit a cigarette, sucking heavily on it and drawing the smoke into her lungs. She hadn’t been able to smoke all Christmas, as her parents didn’t know she had started and didn’t approve. She had even managed to stay reasonably sober over the holidays, apart from getting a little tipsy on Christmas Day itself. 

Now she was going to visit Alex for New Years and she couldn’t wait. She imagined getting legless over the next few days and felt herself getting extremely excited. It’s going to be fantastic, she thought to herself. 

As she waited for her taxi to arrive to take her to Alex’s house she lit another cigarette and smoked it in a hurry, finishing it just as the taxi arrived. 

Ten minutes later she knocked on Alex’s front door, already impressed by the expensive house her friend lived in. There was a delay and she heard banging and someone stumbling about inside before there was a click in the lock and the door opened. 

Her jaw dropped when she saw Alex. Her friend had been drinking for over a week straight and was a complete mess. Her hair was in a state, sticking all over the place and her face was absolutely plastered in make-up. She was holding a half-empty whiskey bottle in her hand and had clearly not changed in quite a while, wearing a dress covered in stains of what looked like alcohol. Her eyes were bloodshot and she could barely stand, grabbing again and again at the doorframe in an attempt to stay upright. 

“Claire issa you?” she mumbled, trying to focus her glazed eyes. 

Claire took a step inside. 

“Muzzer!” Alex yelled, “Claire...hic...Claire i’ here” 

“Alex, are you alright?” Claire asked. 

“Juss drunk darlin,” Alex replied, “bin drinkin’ fo’ a week. Fuckin’ smashed. Fucking brillian’” 

She took Claire into the living room where Clara was sitting smoking and staring at the TV. Liz was opposite, cigarette in hand stuffing chocolates into her face. 

  

Claire couldn’t believe what she was seeing. A haze of smoke hung over the room and there was a bong sitting on the table and what looked like a couple of lines of coke on a mirror on the coffee table. 

“Thisis ma sisser Clara” Alex mumbled. 

Clara looked up, raised her hand to say hello and then tumbled off her chair into a heap on the floor. She didn’t even react and just sat there for a few seconds before reaching for a cigarette. 

“Hello Claire!” Liz drunkenly yelled. “Howza Chrissmass goin for zhoo?” 

“Fine Liz,” Said Claire, “Good to see you again.” 

Liz just snorted an slugged down some more gin. 

Claire sat down in a state of disbelief as Alex came stumbling back from the kitchen with a full bottle of gin for her. 

“Here, you ‘av zhiss” she said before collapsing into her seat. 

Claire ignored her and went to the kitchen to find some tonic. She poured herself a large glass and lit a cigarette. 

I suppose the best solution is to get pissed she thought. 

And so she did just that, guzzling down half the bottle in the next hour. Within three hours it was gone and she was absolutely wankered, even more drunk than the the rest. 

She tried to light another cigarette but couldn’t and as she tried to stand up she fell down, her weak little knees giving way helplessly. 

Liz looked over at her and laughed. 

“I think we have anozzer pissing chair candidate Alexsh” she said. 

Alex cackled evily and agreed. 

They picked up Claire and dragged her to the kitchen. Clara came crawling after them, dragging heavily on a Marlboro. 

Claire couldn’t even see straight as she was dragged into the kitchen. All she could think about was how fucking good she felt after so long without getting smashed. She was a drunk little whore and she loved it. 

Liz and Alex tied her into the chair and began asking her questions but she couldn’t even comprehend them never mind answer. Not that it mattered. Really all she cared about was drinking more and more and more until she couldn’t function and she eagerly swallowed every shot which came her way. 

Her little drink sodden mind got more blurred and more blurred and more blurred. The next thing she knew she had fallen onto the ground and was vomiting heavily. 

Unfortunately for her Liz, Clara and Alex were doing just the same thing and it took over an hour before Alex untied her and took her to bed with a bottle of gin. Claire knew she shouldn’t but she drank even more before passing out in a pool of her own piss on the bed. Fuck. She was horny. Fuck she was pissed.   

The next morning Claire woke up still drunk and in the clothes she had passed out in the day before. She moaned as she lifted her head off the pillow and looked around the room. She spotted her cigarettes on the floor and picked up the packet and lit one before seeing the bottle of gin Alex had left beside her bed. There was a note attached to a bottle of tonic from Alex, telling Claire where the bathroom was and where Alex’s bedroom was if she wanted to come and find her later. 

Two large gin and tonics later Claire felt able to get out of bed and have a shower. Another gin and tonic followed as she dried her hair and she pulled on some comfortable clothes before going to find Alex’s room. 

She knocked when she got there and Alex called her in. Her friend was sitting in bed smoking and there was what appeared to be a gin and tonic beside her bed. 

“Morning drunky,” she crooned and Claire winced with embarassment. 

“Haha it’s ok,” Alex said, stubbing her cigarette out in an ashtray beside her bed. 

“I was fucking smashed as well, I can’t remember hardly anything from yesterday. In fact I’d forgotten you were here until I went downstairs this morning and found your knickers on the floor.” 

She laughed and reached over to light another cigarette. 

“Hop into bed with me,” she said. “We’re not going out until later, it’s only one o’clock so we can get a few hours drinking in here first.” 

Claire climbed into bed to watch TV with Alex, lighting another cigarette and greedily accepting the offer of another drink. 

Four hours later they were pleasantly drunk, not even slurring their words but happy and content with the world around them, which seemed a little softer than before. 

After a couple of hours Claire staggered back to her room to get changed. She pulled on a ridiculously short minidress and had another large gin and tonic before staggering down the stairs in her ridiculously high 6 inch heels. 

She found Clara and Liz in the kitchen smoking and drinking. 

“Happy New Year’s Eve Darling” Liz crooned and handed Claire a large glass. 

“We’re just finishing off a bottle if you want to join” 

She finished off the bottle and Liz opened another, handing her a glass that made up a third of the full bottle. The other two also had third glasses. Liz poured a sambuca and Claire downed it. 

Half an hour later as she was finishing her glass Alex stumbled down the stairs in an incredibly small minidress. She was tarted up and wearing a lot of make-up. 

As she came in she did a double take seeing how drunk everyone was. 

“Christ, I’d better catch up” she said with a laugh and downed a few shots. 

An hour later and another glass (or in Alex’s case, bottle) of wine down the line they were ready to go. The pub wasn’t far from the house so they staggered out into the cold night and wobbled through the village. 

When they got there Liz went straight to the bar and bought them all a bottle of wine, slurring her words and trying to flirt with the barman. 

The other customers barely gave her a second glance. They were used to her coming in pissed off her tits and they knew she wouldn’t remember she had been in a week ago for a few hours. She was wankered when she turned up and had to be loaded into a taxi after closing time by two young men who worked behind the bar. 

She also couldn’t remember getting pounded by them in the storeroom, the only evidence a pair of ripped tights and missing knickers the next morning. 

Claire guzzled down her glass of wine and then went to get some more drinks. It was still quite early for New Year’s but she ordered everyone a double gin and tonic, apart from herself. She only had a single but she added an extra shot to everyone else’s. 

I hope they get so drunk they really embarrass themselves Claire thought. This was becoming an increasingly common theme for her, enjoying watching others get drunk to the point where they were unable to move. 

Once the gin and tonics were gone Alex dragged herself to the bar and ordered some beers. 

They kept sinking pints until just before midnight and the girls by this stage were completely sozzled. Claire had a bad track record with beer as she and Alex had once got absolutely bladdered at a rugby match. 

Alex’s father had won tickets and Claire and Alex had decided it would be fun to go and have a few drinks first. As usual with the girls that meant more than a few and they went to a pub near the ground three hours before the match started. Dressed in tiny denim shorts and tight rugby tops they sat in the beer garden of the pub and drank and smoked the hours away. Four pints later they went off to the game. 

Four more pints were downed during the match and by the time the girls came out of the stadium they were pretty far gone. They staggered back to the pub, hanging onto each other as they went and started drinking pints of strong ale. Claire was functioning until pint ten but pints eleven and twelve pushed her over the edge. She was totally floored by the strong booze and didn’t realise that she and Alex were being plied with more drink by some rugby players who had come into the pub. 

They fed her shots and encouraged her to get the two pints down her. The next thing she knew it was the following morning and she was waking up in a stranger’s bed. She didn’t remember being fucked by two of the rugby players and when she got out of bed to try and find her clothes she found Alex draped over the sofa in the living room, her legs spread and cum dripping from her cunt. 

Neither of them could remember what had happened and when they got back home they shared a bottle of gin to get rid of their stinking hangovers. 

Now Claire was standing wankered in the pub, downing yet another pint of beer and ordering more as the chimes began for NYE. 

She giggled as she wobbled over to the bar and ordered even more booze. There was a nightclub part of the pub which was open until 4am and the girls all went in there. Well, all apart from Clara. She had already disappeared and no one knew where she was. 

They would discover later that she was upstairs in a storeroom being pounded by one of the bar staff. Her mother didn’t know he had fucked her before but she was incredibly horny when she saw him and dragged him into a corner and let him finger her. 

Then they went upstairs and he called over one of his friends to come too. Clara was too wasted to care as the pair tipped her onto a table and fucked her brains out. She sucked on one cock as another slammed into her pussy over and over again. Osccasionally she would come up for breath and another shot of vodka as she drifted further and further into oblivion. 

Meanwhile the other three went to get more pissed. As pissed as they could. Claire just wanted to get out of her mind. As drunk as she had been the previous night it wasn’t enough for her. She’d found a new way of life at university and now all she wanted was to push herself to her limits. She wanted to drink until she lost control, pissed herself and vomited everywhere. She didn't’ know why but it just made her felt so, so fucking good. 

They were dancing in the club part of the pub and Liz was totally off her tits, grinding a man twenty years younger than she was, thrusting her arse right into his cock. He was loving it and Claire looked on and cackled at the thought of it. 

Alex stumbled over, her eyes glazed and her hair a mess. 

“Wanna try some of this?” she asked and opened her bag to reveal a little plastic bag with white powder inside. 

Normally Claire would never have considered it but she was too fucked to care. 

The girls went into the toilet and Alex made a couple of lines and they snorted them down. At first Claire didn’t feel much but suddenly it was like she had received an electric shock. She was flying, blazing through the air. 

  

Instinctively she leaned over and grabbed Alex and kissed her passionately. Alex responded in kind and they stood there making out before Claire gasped “lets go for a smoke” 

They stumbled outside, buzzing off the coke they had just taken. Claire smoked a few cigarettes in a row, she couldn’t remember how many, and then went inside. She didn’t even know where Alex had gone. 

She bought yet more booze and soon she didn’t know what was going on. 

She didn’t know that a few yards away Liz was having her brains screwed out in a disabled toilet by the young man she’d been grinding in the corner.  He pounded her until she was a quivering mess as she guzzled on a bottle of gin and then left her slumped cross-eyed on the floor with cum all over her face and dribbling from her mouth onto her tits.  She was capable of nothing more than moaning as she sat there off her face and tried to slurp the line of  dribbling cum back into her mouth. 

Eventually Claire saw Alex again as she stumbled across the dancefloor, drink in hand. 

“ALEX!” she screamed and her friend came over and kissed her. 

“More booze” Alex slurred. 

Claire ordered them two jaegerbombs each and they saw them off and blanked out. 

They spent the next hour or so wandering around making out with boys and getting fingered. Eventually Alex went upstairs and got fucked from behind, by someone she wouldn’t have even spoken to sober. Not that she was sober much anymore. 

Claire just kept stumbling around too drunk  to give a fuck about what was going on. she hadn’t fucked anyone but actually she didn’t want to she was too happy just being drunk. 

She went and ordered another double and then fell over. 

The next thing she knew it was 4am and she was being turfed out of the pub into the cold streets. Her short skirt barely covered her arse never mind anything else and she was too gone to order a taxi. She spent a while crawling around moaning and groaning and demanding more booze. She thought afterwards that she remembered sucking off a hot guy with a huge dick. 

Then just as she was about to pass out Alex came staggering over with three boys. 

“Gangbang” she mumbled, “Now. 

Claire could’t resist and they hopped into a taxi as one of the boys pulled up her dress and started to lick her pussy. 

As soon as they got home they went straight to the living room and the boys fucked their brains out. 

Claire couldn’t do much as the cocks slammed into her both mouth and pussy and occasionally her tight arse. Whenever she gagged and was allowed to come up for air she’d just go and guzzle down more and more and more gin. 

Claire didn’t know how many times she came before she passed out. It was 9am and she had no idea. Alex had already passed out after cumming everywhere and was lying naked in the corner surrounded by empty bottles and cum. 

Liz staggered in half an hour later with cum still dripping down from her chin. She had been kicked out of the toilet in the pub when people came to open it up for breakfast and had just wandered up the village past people she knew with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and her knickers in the other. She got in the door and just sat down to drink more, in no mood to stop. 

Alex and Claire woke up some time in the early evening and found that Liz had finally passed out. She was lying spreadeagled on top of the kitchen table with whiskey dribbling off her belly. 

“Fuck Claire, can you remember anything?” Asked Alex. 

Claire was too hungover to respond and just groaned and reached for a cigarette. 

Eventually she raised herself and went off to drink some more to see away her hangover which was the worst she had ever had. The constant drinking had taken its toll and she went and had a bottle of wine and then just carried on. Alex had already dug out a bottle of vodka and seen a lot of it off and by the early hours they had both lost control and pissed themselves. 

Claire woke up the next day and was just too drunk. She looked down at herself and discovered she was wearing clothes that weren’t even hers. For some reason she was so drunk she was wearing Liz’s clothes and she had stuffed the knickers up her arse. 

She staggered downstairs and couldn’t find anyone. Liz had somehow removed herself from the dining room table and gone to bed (presumably) and there was no one else around. 

Claire giggled to herself as she lit another cigarette from a packet she found on the breakfast bar and she went to the alcohol stash and found a bottle of whiskey. She drank as much as she could as quickly as she could and then vomited all over the sitting room. 

She couldn’t even recall doing it the next day and she woke up clean and in bed, having been found crawling around naked by Margaret. There was a full bottle of gin beside her bed and she had a couple and a few cigarettes before finally dragging herself from bed. 

When she went downstairs she found Clara had returned home and was lying in the hallway. She had the same dress on and it was ripped, torn and covered in every stain imaginable. She had pissed herself and vomited all over the half and there was a half smoked cigarette beside her and a dildo lying beside her torn knickers. 

Claire decided it was time to go home and she showered, put on some more presentable clothes and wrote a  note to Alex saying she would see her at uni before leaving for home. 

She arrived back at the station and called her mother, only to find her family had gone away for the weekend to see her aunt and uncle. She walked to the house, stopping to buy a bottle of vodka and two bottles of coke on the way. When she got home she sat down, cracked them open and drank half the bottle until she was feeling drunk. 

Then, as the night wore on, she went to bed and drank the rest before passing out in a drunken stupor. 

There were only a couple of days left of the Christmas holidays and soon Claire was on her way back to uni, a few more pounds on her figure and a few more drinks down. 

She got the train back and the moment her parents dropped her at the station she was dragging heavily on a cigarette, chaining through three before getting on the train. 

She decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a drink on the train, but of course as usual her willpower was terrible and after two glasses of wine she was feeling horny. 

She had another three glasses before the train pulled into the station and she wobbled off to meet Alex in the pub as they had arranged, dragging on two cigarettes in a row as she went. 

She found Alex outside, already pretty boozed up after four pints. She was chatting to some boys who she convinced to buy them more drinks. They sat outside the pub for hours, smoking their way through a packet of cigarettes each and downing pint after pint. Claire reckoned she had drank ten and she couldn’t comprehend what the barman was saying to her about the pub closing. 

After draining the last of their pints the girls tried to stand up to leave and fell on their fat backsides in the street. Eventually they convinced the barman to call them a taxi to take them the short journey to halls. They staggered into the cab and when they got back to halls they somehow dragged themselves up the stairs and into the kitchen. 

Once there they crawled to Alex’s room and uncorked a bottle of wine which they greedily shared between themselves before eventually passing out in each others arms, clothes half off and wine dribbling from their chins. 

The next day they drunkenly dragged themselves up and continued boozing on Alex’s floor, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. Once more they ended up so drunk they couldn’t move and when they woke up again there was vomit all over the bathroom and they were both naked. 

Eventually Claire wobbled to her own room and collapsed into a sleep which lasted over 16 hours, finally waking up hangover free. 

Once they eventually got cleaned up and into some sort of routine for the start of the new term they discovered they had a new flatmate. Harry had quit uni and moved out and a new girl called Hannah had moved in. 

She was a petite blonde but had absolutely huge breasts and she was very innocent and didn’t drink or smoke. 

She didn’t find it remotely amusing on the first two occasions when Alex and Clare woke her up in the early hours coming in smashed off their faces. 

The first time around she had simply complained to them the next day but the second time she was not so happy. 

The second time Alex and Claire came in it was after four and as usual they were absolutely wankered. Claire could barley stand up and they were both smoking as they came in from the cold. 

They were also screeching songs loudly and went straight to Alex’s room to drink more and play loud music. 

Hannah came knocking on the door not long after they got in, with tears in her eyes. 

Please stop coming in drunk!” she shouted “I just want to sleep” 

She stormed off and Alex looked over at Claire 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked 

A few days later and sobered up (a bit- they were drunk a lot these days) the girls were ready for yet another night on the town) 

They were boozing heavily in Alex’s room as usual having had a heavy lunch with lots of wine paid for by Alex’s mother as a present for them for starting the new term. 

After half a bottle of vodka each they were pissed but also horny and as Alex lit another cigarette she said: 

“You know Claire, I think Hannah needs to be taught a lesson. I think she wants a drink, and I think we need to convince her.” 

Claire giggled and agreed as she lit another Regal King Size. 

“How about we have another couple of drinks and then go over there and get her?” she said. 

So they did that, slipping ever closer to oblivion, and then went and banged on Hannah’s door and she answered already looking scared. 

“What do you want?” she trembled. 

Alex just laughed in her face and dragged 

“We want you to get fucking smashed” 

She was thrashing around and screaming as Claire and Alex dragged her to the pissing chair they had set up in Alex’s room. They strapped her down with electrical tape and forced a tube into her mouth. Then they covered the rest of her mouth in the tape so only the tube was showing and they started to pour beer into it. 

Hannah belched and gagged and tried to hold back as litre after litre of beer poured into her. Every now and then Alex and Claire would stop and glug down more booze themselves, snorting with laughter at Hannah. 

She was getting more and more pissed and her vision was getting increasingly hazy but she was also beginning to secretly enjoy herself. They moved onto wine and then vodka and poured it down her throat and regular intervals as she started slump in the chair, her eyes glazed. 

They could tell she was starting to enjoy it as the booze washed over her, taking her into oblivion. 

Finally, after two hours of boozing she couldn’t hold it in any more and pissed herself, barely aware of what she was doing. Alex and Claire screamed with delight and took most of the tape off, before taping a bottle of vodka into her hand. 

Then they went out to the club and got pissed off their tits as usual. Claire, as always, was not quite as obviously drunk as Alex. She was a quiet but sloppy drunk, staggering around, always in the mood for more but not as wild as her friend. 

As was often the case she took a guy home and shagged him but Alex was all over the place, screaming at people, stealing their drinks and eventually getting thrown out for being so wasted. 

Claire went home with a guy and went straight to her room and when Alex got back she went straight to sleep without noticing Hannah was still in her room. 

When she woke up with a stinking hangover the next day she saw her petite flatmate was still strapped into the chair. 

She had clearly drunk quite a quantity of the vodka from the bottle they had strapped to her hand and she had got so pathetically drunk she had vomited everywhere. 

The room stank of vomit and piss and Hannah was an absolute mess. She was still asleep, her hair stuck to her face, clothes absolutely ruined. Alex smiled as she lit a cigarette. ‘We have you now’ she thought. 

After finishing her fag she went over to rouse Hannah. 

‘Wass happenin?’ she groaned 

‘You got drunk last night, remember?’ said Alex. 

‘You got drunk and you loved it.’ 

Hannah was barely able to comprehend what was going on so Alex gently untied her and helped her out of the chair. 

‘Lets get you cleaned up’, she said. 

She took Hannah back to her room and helped her to clean herself off and then left her to have a shower. Then she went back to her own room and dug out some vodka and went and got some juice from the kitchen. 

When she went back and knocked on Hannah’s door she looked a little better, and had pulled on some clothes. 

She took her hand and laid her back over to her own room and then poured her a vodka and cranberry juice. 

‘This will help,’ she said. 

She was surprised at how quickly and ready Hannah drank it, without any objection. Alex smiled to herself. This was working perfectly. 

Alex made small talk with Hannah, who was perfectly nice it turned out. She was from a religious family- which explained her lack of drinking- and had been living at home in first term. 

She was still very befuddled but Alex hoped keeping her drinking would stop her questioning what was going on. 

After a few hours chatting and watching TV Hannah was pretty tipsy and Alex went over to Claire’s room and knocked the door. 

Claire answered looking a bit worse for wear, a cigarette dangling from her lips 

“Out again tonight?” Alex suggested, pulling the smoke from a Marlboro red into her lungs. 

“God I don’t know if I can,” replied Claire. 

“Oh go on it’s a special £1 a drink night,” said Alex. “And I think we can probably convince our new friend Hannah to come, don’t you?” 

Claire giggled at the thought of Hannah coming. They would get her off her tits wasted. 

“I’ll just get dressed and then come over,” she said. 

Claire went through her things and found a minidress she hadn’t worn in a while but which still fit her. All the fatty food and boozing was taking its toll and she was a little chunkier than she had been a few months before. She squeezed herself into the dress and put her make up on heavily to cover up her hangover. 

Then she downed a shot of sambuca, finished her cigarette, and went over to Alex’s room. 

Alex had got changed as well and had forced Hannah into one of her tiny dresses. Hannah didn’t have anything appropriate so in her drunken state Alex had convinced her to stuff her tits into one of her more appropriate outfits. 

Sorry- it's been a long time but I am finally here with a very long update. Enjoy! 

Liz staggered in half an hour later with cum still dripping down from her chin. She had been kicked out of the toilet in the pub when people came to open it up for breakfast and had just wandered up the village past people she knew with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and her knickers in the other. She got in the door and just sat down to drink more, in no mood to stop. 

Alex and Claire woke up some time in the early evening and found that Liz had finally passed out. She was lying spreadeagled on top of the kitchen table with whiskey dribbling off her belly. 

“Fuck Claire, can you remember anything?” Asked Alex. 

Claire was too hungover to respond and just groaned and reached for a cigarette. 

Eventually she raised herself and went off to drink some more to see away her hangover which was the worst she had ever had. The constant drinking had taken its toll and she went and had a bottle of wine and then just carried on. Alex had already dug out a bottle of vodka and seen a lot of it off and by the early hours they had both lost control and pissed themselves. 

Claire woke up the next day and was just too drunk. She looked down at herself and discovered she was wearing clothes that weren’t even hers. For some reason she was so drunk she was wearing Liz’s clothes and she had stuffed the knickers up her arse. 

She staggered downstairs and couldn’t find anyone. Liz had somehow removed herself from the dining room table and gone to bed (presumably) and there was no one else around. 

Claire giggled to herself as she lit another cigarette from a packet she found on the breakfast bar and she went to the alcohol stash and found a bottle of whiskey. She drank as much as she could as quickly as she could and then vomited all over the sitting room. 

She couldn’t even recall doing it the next day and she woke up clean and in bed, having been found crawling around naked by Margaret. There was a full bottle of gin beside her bed and she had a couple and a few cigarettes before finally dragging herself from bed. 

When she went downstairs she found Clara had returned home and was lying in the hallway. She had the same dress on and it was ripped, torn and covered in every stain imaginable. She had pissed herself and vomited all over the half and there was a half smoked cigarette beside her and a dildo lying beside her torn knickers. 

Claire decided it was time to go home and she showered, put on some more presentable clothes and wrote a  note to Alex saying she would see her at uni before leaving for home. 

She arrived back at the station and called her mother, only to find her family had gone away for the weekend to see her aunt and uncle. She walked to the house, stopping to buy a bottle of vodka and two bottles of coke on the way. When she got home she sat down, cracked them open and drank half the bottle until she was feeling drunk. 

Then, as the night wore on, she went to bed and drank the rest before passing out in a drunken stupor. 

There were only a couple of days left of the Christmas holidays and soon Claire was on her way back to uni, a few more pounds on her figure and a few more drinks down. 

She got the train back and the moment her parents dropped her at the station she was dragging heavily on a cigarette, chaining through three before getting on the train. 

She decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a drink on the train, but of course as usual her willpower was terrible and after two glasses of wine she was feeling horny. 

She had another three glasses before the train pulled into the station and she wobbled off to meet Alex in the pub as they had arranged, dragging on two cigarettes in a row as she went. 

She found Alex outside, already pretty boozed up after four pints. She was chatting to some boys who she convinced to buy them more drinks. They sat outside the pub for hours, smoking their way through a packet of cigarettes each and downing pint after pint. Claire reckoned she had drank ten and she couldn’t comprehend what the barman was saying to her about the pub closing. 

After draining the last of their pints the girls tried to stand up to leave and fell on their fat backsides in the street. Eventually they convinced the barman to call them a taxi to take them the short journey to halls. They staggered into the cab and when they got back to halls they somehow dragged themselves up the stairs and into the kitchen. 

Once there they crawled to Alex’s room and uncorked a bottle of wine which they greedily shared between themselves before eventually passing out in each others arms, clothes half off and wine dribbling from their chins. 

The next day they drunkenly dragged themselves up and continued boozing on Alex’s floor, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. Once more they ended up so drunk they couldn’t move and when they woke up again there was vomit all over the bathroom and they were both naked. 

Eventually Claire wobbled to her own room and collapsed into a sleep which lasted over 16 hours, finally waking up hangover free. 

Once they eventually got cleaned up and into some sort of routine for the start of the new term they discovered they had a new flatmate. Harry had quit uni and moved out and a new girl called Hannah had moved in. 

She was a petite blonde but had absolutely huge breasts and she was very innocent and didn’t drink or smoke. 

She didn’t find it remotely amusing on the first two occasions when Alex and Clare woke her up in the early hours coming in smashed off their faces. 

The first time around she had simply complained to them the next day but the second time she was not so happy. 

The second time Alex and Claire came in it was after four and as usual they were absolutely wankered. Claire could barley stand up and they were both smoking as they came in from the cold. 

They were also screeching songs loudly and went straight to Alex’s room to drink more and play loud music. 

Hannah came knocking on the door not long after they got in, with tears in her eyes. 

“Please stop coming in drunk!” she shouted “I just want to sleep” 

She stormed off and Alex looked over at Claire 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked 

A few days later and sobered up (a bit- they were drunk a lot these days) the girls were ready for yet another night on the town) 

They were boozing heavily in Alex’s room as usual having had a heavy lunch with lots of wine paid for by Alex’s mother as a present for them for starting the new term. 

After half a bottle of vodka each they were pissed but also horny and as Alex lit another cigarette she said: 

“You know Claire, I think Hannah needs to be taught a lesson. I think she wants a drink, and I think we need to convince her.” 

Claire giggled and agreed as she lit another Regal King Size. 

“How about we have another couple of drinks and then go over there and get her?” she said. 

So they did that, slipping ever closer to oblivion, and then went and banged on Hannah’s door and she answered already looking scared. 

“What do you want?” she trembled. 

Alex just laughed in her face and dragged 

“We want you to get fucking smashed” 

She was thrashing around and screaming as Claire and Alex dragged her to the pissing chair they had set up in Alex’s room. They strapped her down with electrical tape and forced a tube into her mouth. Then they covered the rest of her mouth in the tape so only the tube was showing and they started to pour beer into it. 

Hannah belched and gagged and tried to hold back as litre after litre of beer poured into her. Every now and then Alex and Claire would stop and glug down more booze themselves, snorting with laughter at Hannah. 

She was getting more and more pissed and her vision was getting increasingly hazy but she was also beginning to secretly enjoy herself. They moved onto wine and then vodka and poured it down her throat and regular intervals as she started slump in the chair, her eyes glazed. 

They could tell she was starting to enjoy it as the booze washed over her, taking her into oblivion. 

Finally, after two hours of boozing she couldn’t hold it in any more and pissed herself, barely aware of what she was doing. Alex and Claire screamed with delight and took most of the tape off, before taping a bottle of vodka into her hand. 

Then they went out to the club and got pissed off their tits as usual. Claire, as always, was not quite as obviously drunk as Alex. She was a quiet but sloppy drunk, staggering around, always in the mood for more but not as wild as her friend. 

As was often the case she took a guy home and shagged him but Alex was all over the place, screaming at people, stealing their drinks and eventually getting thrown out for being so wasted. 

Claire went home with a guy and went straight to her room and when Alex got back she went straight to sleep without noticing Hannah was still in her room. 

When she woke up with a stinking hangover the next day she saw her petite flatmate was still strapped into the chair. 

She had clearly drunk quite a quantity of the vodka from the bottle they had strapped to her hand and she had got so pathetically drunk she had vomited everywhere. 

The room stank of vomit and piss and Hannah was an absolute mess. She was still asleep, her hair stuck to her face, clothes absolutely ruined. Alex smiled as she lit a cigarette. ‘We have you now’ she thought. 

After finishing her fag she went over to rouse Hannah. 

‘Wass happenin?’ she groaned 

‘You got drunk last night, remember?’ said Alex. 

‘You got drunk and you loved it.’ 

Hannah was barely able to comprehend what was going on so Alex gently untied her and helped her out of the chair. 

‘Lets get you cleaned up’, she said. 

She took Hannah back to her room and helped her to clean herself off and then left her to have a shower. Then she went back to her own room and dug out some vodka and went and got some juice from the kitchen. 

When she went back and knocked on Hannah’s door she looked a little better, and had pulled on some clothes. 

She took her hand and laid her back over to her own room and then poured her a vodka and cranberry juice. 

‘This will help,’ she said. 

She was surprised at how quickly and ready Hannah drank it, without any objection. Alex smiled to herself. This was working perfectly. 

Alex made small talk with Hannah, who was perfectly nice it turned out. She was from a religious family- which explained her lack of drinking- and had been living at home in first term. 

She was still very befuddled but Alex hoped keeping her drinking would stop her questioning what was going on. 

After a few hours chatting and watching TV Hannah was pretty tipsy and Alex went over to Claire’s room and knocked the door. 

Claire answered looking a bit worse for wear, a cigarette dangling from her lips 

“Out again tonight?” Alex suggested, pulling the smoke from a Marlboro red into her lungs. 

“God I don’t know if I can,” replied Claire. 

“Oh go on it’s a special £1 a drink night,” said Alex. “And I think we can probably convince our new friend Hannah to come, don’t you?” 

Claire giggled at the thought of Hannah coming. They would get her off her tits wasted. 

“I’ll just get dressed and then come over,” she said. 

Claire went through her things and found a minidress she hadn’t worn in a while but which still fit her. All the fatty food and boozing was taking its toll and she was a little chunkier than she had been a few months before. She squeezed herself into the dress and put her make up on heavily to cover up her hangover. 

Then she downed a shot of sambuca, finished her cigarette, and went over to Alex’s room. 

Alex had got changed as well and had forced Hannah into one of her tiny dresses. Hannah didn’t have anything appropriate so in her drunken state Alex had convinced her to stuff her tits into one of her more appropriate outfits. 

Claire laughed openly when she saw her. 

“You’re pissed Hannah” she cackled and sat down and cracked open a bottle of wine. 

“Shorry,” Hannah slurred, “I juss don’ dring much normally” 

Alex and Claire laughed and poured her even more booze. 

They kept drinking heavily and then called a taxi, ready to go out to the bargain night. 

“I wanna get zo smashed I can’ see or even talk” Claire mumbled to Alex. 

“Same,” said Alex, stubbing out her cigarette before she got in the taxi. 

Hannah’s drink pickled little mind thought it would be a good idea to say that too. 

“Same,” she slurred, before falling into the taxi. 

After a few flashes of their knickers at the driver he gave them a free ride an they rolled up at the club ready to hit the booze even harder than before. 

Hannah was all over the place as they staggered inside, not used to boozing at all never mind to Alex and Claire’s level. 

She fell over soon after they arrived and had to be dragged up by Claire, who led her to the bar. 

Alex wandered off and Claire stood chatting absolute nonsense to the bar man. 

‘I ‘ave absalooly huge titties,’ she said. 

“But ma frien’ Hannah she has titties even bigger than mine. Sho, if she has bigger titties does she ge’ free dring?” 

The barman just laughed at her and eventually Claire managed to order. 

“Five jaeger bombsh pleash” she mumbled. 

Hannah thought some might be for her but when they arrived Claire downed every one of them in quick succession. 

“I wanna get so drung’ I can’ even see” she slurred at Hannah. 

Hannah didn’t know what to do so wandered around and danced with Claire for a while. Then Claire went and bought five more jaeger bombs and downed them all too. 

She went and danced some more, sloppily with some guys and then the alcohol kicked in. 

She was disgustingly drunk, more drunk than she had ever been in her entire life and she started giving a guy a hand job on the dancefloor. 

Hannah was starting to sober up and she didn’t like it. So like all good little girls do she went straight to the bar and bought five jaeger bombs. 

They were her undoing and soon after downing them she was absolutely ruined. The next day this was the last hazy point she could remember in the night as she got into a pathetic state of drunkenness. 

Alex meanwhile was nowhere to be seen, because she had went and found a group of guys who had magnum of vodka on their table. 

She introduced herself, somehow managing to articulate what she meant to say, and then sat down with them and started guzzling vodka straight from the bottle. 

They watched as the drunken little slut got absolutely cunted on the Grey Goose and then thrust her tits in one of their faces. 

He spanked her arse as she gobbled down more vodka. 

Back with Claire things had got bad. Her drunkenness had passed the level of remotely acceptable and she was in the toilets sucking off a guy, a different one from the one she had been giving a hand job too earlier. 

Hannah meanwhile was bouncing off the walls, falling all over the place and ended up crawling onto the dancefloor. 

The next thing she knew she had been picked up by a guy and was being led out of the club by him. 

As she went she saw Claire just ahead of her slumped in the gutter, her eyes glazed, dress half on and half off. 

She tried to motion to her to help her but she was in the taxi before she knew it as Claire dragged herself up, clearly with no idea where she was. 

She was staggering around, trying to light the last cigarette she had in her handbag. 

She was trying to motion a taxi home when Alex came out of the club with the four guys she had been drinking with earlier. There was cum in her hair and her eyes were crossed, drool dribbling down her chin onto her breasts. 

“ALEEESSSSHH” Claire squealed and she tried to run over to her before falling flat on her fat arse in the middle of the street. 

The boys were clearly fed up with having to put up with a drunken Alex as well and so they got rid of them, dumped the two girls into a taxi and went back inside to find someone less fucked. 

Claire and Alex sat slumped in the back of the car as they went home and then crawled out, somehow managing to pay the driver. 

They stumbled towards their halls and finally managed to operate the swipe card to get in the door. Wrapped around each other they wobbled up the stairs, falling down several times in hysterical laughter. 

They got inside absolutely wankered and incredibly horny after not getting the guys they wanted. 

Claire was in no mood to put up with that. She reached over to her friend and kissed her sloppily before pushing her onto the bed and ripping off her dress, her hand snaking towards her knickers. 

She dipped her head into Alex’s pussy and the blonde squealed with pleasure, forcing her cunt up into Claire’s face. 

Claire grinned a sloppy, drunken grin to herself as she came up for air. This night wasn’t over yet. 

The next day when the girls finally woke they were still drunk and did not even remember what had happened the night before. 

The last either could remember was being in the nightclub, they could not remember leaving, getting home or the hours of pleasure they had with each other. 

All they knew was they were partially clothed and in Claire’s bed but there was nothing particularly unusual about that. 

Alex staggered to her room and passed out and Claire also went back to sleep before waking the next day to start again. 

She was slightly tired of going out with Alex and having to look after her, so instead decided to go out herself. 

She got showered and dressed in a tight pair of denim shorts and a low cut top and went to the pub by herself to get as drunk as she could. 

As she settled into a corner with her first pint of the day shortly before noon she smiled to herself and started to let the alcohol slip past her lips. This is the life, she thought. 

Meanwhile Hannah had woken up in a stranger’s bed and had somehow managed to get herself home. 

She was still drunk and was delighted by having finally got pissed for the first time in her life. On her way home she stopped to buy some alcohol and decided she wanted to try brandy. 

She didn’t know anything about brandy but it looked warm and inviting inside the big bottle and so she bought it and took it back to halls. 

Managing to get in without seeing anyone the still frazzled blonde curled up in bed and started to glug the alcohol straight from the bottle. It was a little harsh for her liking at first but she soon started to enjoy it and the warming feeling it gave her. 

Of course within a couple of hours it was nearly gone because she drank it too quickly and she was totally pickled. Eventually, the whole thing gone, she passed out in her bed with the brandy dribbling off her chin and on to her sizeable melons. 

Back in the pub Claire had managed to get pissed in double-quick time and was already stumbling on her way to the bar by the early hours of the afternoon. 

It wasn’t one of her regular pubs, she’d decided to go to a traditional boozer where nobody would recognise her. A few men were staring at her as she wobbled back from the bar to her seat and tipped another ale down her throat. 

After she finished it and another two cigarettes from an already half-empty packet she staggered around the corner to another pub where she again settled in and treated herself to a double gin and tonic as a reward for getting there without falling over. 

She had another two afterwards as a reward for drinking the one previously and then got back onto the beer, slowly pickling her already drink-sodden little brain. 

Meanwhile Alex had finally woken up with her usual raging hangover. She reached to her bedside for her gin and realised the bottle wasn’t there. 

Furious with herself for losing it she got up and got showered, chained a few cigarettes and dragged on some clothes to go to the shop. 

She was browsing the shelves in the off-license when she got a craving for rose wine, the first thing she had ever got really drunk on. 

She bought two bottles and another big bottle of gin and some tonic and went back to bed to drink it. 

Cracking open the first bottle she glugged down half the bottle in one go and thought back to her first truly debauched drunken experience. 

She had been 16, Clara just 14, when Liz decided it would be a good idea to go on holiday to Crete in Greece. She rented a fabulous villa for herself and the girls on the outskirts of town and Alex couldn’t wait to get to the sun. 

They went to the airport to fly out and as soon as they got through check in and security Liz went straight to the bar. 

“I’m ready for a drink girls, let’s go,” she said. 

Back then Liz hadn’t been quite so bad but she had just broken up with David and she was ready to let her hair down. 

They went to the airport bar and Liz ordered a large glass of white wine. 

“You can have something if you want,” she said to the girls and Alex decided to order a rose, because she’d had one before and found it manageable. 

Liz bought her a glass and got Clara an alcopop so that she could avoid getting any funny looks from the airport staff. 

Liz had downed three big glasses of the wine and Alex had drank two smaller glasses when their flight was called. 

“Oh blast,” said Liz, slurring her words a little, “I was just about to have another glass.” 

They got on the plane and as soon as the duty free trolly came around Liz ordered three miniature bottles of vodka and knocked them back in quick succession. She bought Alex and Clara small bottles of wine each and they had them but were barely tipsy by the time the flight landed. 

Liz on the other hand was loaded. She fell asleep half way through the flight but was awake and drinking again just before the flight landed. 

It was still only the afternoon when they arrived and got in a taxi to their villa. As soon as they got there Liz had cracked open a bottle of wine that had been left in the fridge and as the evening wore on she was getting increasingly fucked. 

Sitting beside the pool chaining cigarettes she was clearly enjoying herself and the girls felt a little left out as they sat there sipping their weak alcopops. 

Liz finally got up and staggered to the little supermarket up the road, coming back with bags full of booze. It was now early evening and she made the girls gin and tonics. 

“These are a classy way to start the evening,” she slurred to them, trying to educate them about drink but they only had one to her four.

When the taxi arrived to take them out to the restaurant Liz was absolutely out of her mind. Alex had put on a tiny dress  and high heels and Liz was wearing a completely inappropriate short dress. 

They got to the restaurant and were seated outside, allowing Liz to light cigarette after cigarette in succession. 

The waiter brought them all a pre-meal cocktail but Liz could barely order her starter and ordered herself a bottle of white wine. 

“I woo li’ a boll o’ wi wine,” she mumbled to the waiter, “‘ahm on ma holidaysh” 

The waiter looked at her a little strangely and got her the wine, pouring her a large glass which she necked before greedily pouring herself another and lighting another cigarette. 

Alex was getting increasingly fed up and wanted some for herself, if just to makee things more interesting given how dull things were with her blitzed mother. 

“We need a bottle of rose wine too,” she said to the waiter and he came back with one which he set in the middle of the table. 

Alex opened it and poured a big glass for herself and a smaller one for Clara. 

She drank two thirds by the time the main meals arrived and then ordered another, splitting it the same way between herself and Clara. 

Liz was now totally out of it. She was shouting all over the place and trying to lecture the girls about things they could not even understand. 

Alex was fed up with it and ordered a glass of desert wine along with her ice cream, as did Clara. 

In truth the girls were pretty pissed now too but Alex was so fed up she just wanted to get wasted. 

When the dessert arrived Liz couldn’t eat it and kept putting the spoon with cream on it into her cheek and giggling histerically each time it landed until cream was all over her face and her cleavage. 

Alex had glugged down the dessert cocktail and asked the waiter for a double gin and tonic. 

They sat on at the restaurant as Liz tried to eat her dessert and guzzled down gin and tonics like they were going out of fashion. 

Alex was off her tits by his stage but kept going, forcing the alcohol into herself in a vain attempt to match her absolutey steaming mother drink for drink. 

Clara had stopped drinking because Alex refused to order her any more booze but the Greek waiter seemed to think it was fine for the 16-year-old to continue to get arseholed 

Eventually it was time to go as Liz collapsed, gurgling, into her plate, moaning as she tried to eat the cake with just her mouth. 

Alex somehow managed to motion over the waiter, off her tits as well, and gave him money and asked him to call a taxi. 

When it arrived the two girls, including Clara who was only a little drunk, managed to drag their soused mother into it. 

Liz passed out in the back of the car and when they got back home they had to physically drag her along the ground into the villa. It was no mean feat for the absolutely smashed Alex but they managed it and when they got her there they just dumped her on the sofa.

Then they went straight to the booze stash Liz had bought and cracked into the gin, Alex greedily forcing it into her, too drunk to know what she was doing any more. 

Clara was reasonably sensible and after a couple went to bed with a pleasant buzz but Alex kept going until she was sick and finally gave in and went to bed in a bleary world of her first drunkenness. 

Back home it was the middle of the evening and Claire was absolutely blitzed. 

She was sitting in the corner of her third pub of the day drinking Guinness like it was water and she didn’t have a clue where she was. 

She had lost her knickers somehow but she had no idea where or when. She only noticed when her fingers unintentionally lingered inside her shorts a little too long. 

“Fuck me” she thought “I am absolutely hammered.” 

She downed a shot of sambuca at the bar and had another Guinness, wobbling outside for a cigarette from her second packet of the day. 

Plonking her fat arse down on a seat in the smoking area she drew the smoke into her lungs and mumbled in pleasure as she exhaled it. 

She was getting a lot of funny looks from people but she didn’t care. She intended to go home and get changed but when she got up to leave she was drawn back to the bar, unable to even countenance being without a pint in her hand. 

“A pin’” she grunted at the barman and he poured her another Guinness, even though he knew he really shouldn’t be serving this boozed up little tart.