StumblingFillies

  The crisp December air bit at your cheeks as you and Sasha trudged through the snow-dusted Christmas tree farm, the scent of pine and frost filling your lungs. Sasha, your 20-year-old girlfriend, looked radiant even in the cold, her long, silky blonde hair cascading over her puffy coat. Her small, slanted black eyes sparkled with excitement, accentuated by bold eyeliner and glossy lips that caught the late afternoon sun. Her fair skin flushed naturally, a soft blush blooming across her marked jawline as she scanned the rows of evergreens. “Thiss one,” she declared, pointing at a lush, green tree, its branches full and fragrant. She was still sober then, her Australian accent crisp as she tugged your arm toward her choice. You smiled, charmed by her enthusiasm, and nodded to the farmhand to cut it down. As you waited, Sasha pulled a small flask from her coat pocket, the silver glinting mischievously. “Whiskey,” she whispered, winking as she took a sip, her lips curling around the ...

  “Happy easser, happy fore twenny.  Summ bunny is zzzrunk ann high.”

  Memorial day weekend, everyone in the family meets at the lake house. Everyone-cousins you didn’t know you had. This year, one really stood out. Maria. Busty and curvy, when your grandfather introduced you, you could tell that she was already a bit tipsy and probably high. She hid it well, you were reasonably sure your grandfather didn't notice, as he explained how you were related, finally deciding you were 3rd cousins, once removed. Miria smiled at that, as did you.  Once your grandfather left the two of you, she promptly asked you, “Yer hod.  Wanna gow summwhere away frum everyone?” She didn’t wait for your response, heading over to the drinks cooler. You marveled at her big juicy ass as she bent over to get a couple of beer cans. You followed. As you stood beside her, Florida Georgia Line’s “I Love My Country,” Played on the radio. Maria sang along,  “Zzrink a beeer oud the c'n, liquor oud the boll how the gooond lord innenned it, yes he did i love my counnry...