Chloeâs boozy afternoon
Chloe staggered back through the door of her apartment, hiccuping slightly and giggling at nothing in particular. The girl had just gone to get something from her friend Heatherâs place down the hall, and the two of them had decided to share a drink. Or two. Or ten.
Chloe hiccuped again, glancing over at the clock on the wall. Ugh. Stupid thingâs hands were all blurry and warped. After a few seconds of squinting, she realized it was 2:30 PM.
â*hic-* Iâm jusst a- *hic-* lilâ⊠lilâdrungk..â
The girl stammered, clearly not aware of her own level of inebriation. Or perhaps she was simply downplaying it? Well, it wouldnât matter for long anyway.
The girl shuffled to her fridge, her alcohol-addled mind craving some leftover pizza her girlfriend, Stacy, had made a few nights before. She opened up the fridge, her eyes slowly scanning its contents, her vision slightly clouded at the edges for some reason.
Her gaze finally locked onto the food, a slightly vacant-looking smile crossing her face as she grabbed it, eagerly scarfing down the last slice of the sweet cheesy goodness. She turned to close the fridge doorâŠ
And thatâs when poor Chloe saw it.
A brand new, extra large bottle of her absolute favorite vodka. Courtesy of her girlfriend. The bottle looked absolutely delicious in her already inebriated state. The fridge light caught the glass at an angle that made it almost seem to glow, the slight condensation on the glass making it look all the more divine.
Chloe licked her lips as she reached for the bottle, before pausing. Stacy might have gotten this for a reason, right? What if she had plans for it? What if she was working on something nice for them? She couldnât, in good conscience, drink this vodka.
Her moral high ground lasted about 32 seconds before she snatched the bottle from the fridge.
The bottle was even bigger than Chloe had realized. She had to use two hands to properly support it. This thing was almost as big as her head!
Iâll jussâ have⊠a lilll taste.. *hic-*⊠jusssta littleee..
She murmured to herself, uncorking it and bringing the contents to her lips. It was that cherry flavor she loved the most. She moaned softly into the bottle as she gulped down a healthy few swigs, apparently forgetting her âjust a little tasteâ promise.
She pulled away, her face flushing a slight red as she caught her breath. The girl wandered over to the couch, her legs occasionally stumbling over each other for some reason before flopping down onto it, pulling up Netflix on the TV.
She started an episode of her favorite show. âBottles and Ballgowns.â The premise was simple. A group of some fancy, snooty rich women from all over the country would try out various types of alcohol, and shenanigans would ensue.
Chloe giggled like an idiot as one wealthy baroness drunkenly spilled wine all over her fancy gown. She took another generous gulp of her vodka, her head swimming slightly. She should stop. This bottle was probably special, and she was already drunk. Thereâs no good reason to-
Suddenly, one of the rich girls on the tv held up a bottle of the very same vodka, downing several gulps of it and slurring drunkenly about how it was âthâabsholuâ beeshtâ!â
Chloe cheered at the TV, giggling like an idiot again.
âSheâsh jussâlike me, ferâreal!!â
She slurred, grabbing the bottle again. I mean, surely THAT deserved a toast! Chloeâs logic made sense to her, at least. And she gulped down another healthy few swigs.
The night passed exactly like this. Chloe slipped into a soft bathrobe and lounged on the couch as she drank and drank, feeling like a wealthy baroness herself.
The girl was nowhere near sober anymore, it would be delusional to pretend otherwise. She swayed slightly just sitting there on the couch, her eyes heavy and sluggish, a single blink taking 5 seconds to complete. She hiccuped and belched loudly between generous gulps of booze, slurring almost incoherently now.
âIshhâjuss aâlil.. *hic-* lilâbtta boozâ.. mâ.. *belch-* mâoky⊠iâcn⊠Mmghh.. drinkâmor..â
She gulped down even more, the bottle nearly 3/4 empty by now. A thick strand of saliva connecting her lips to the bottleâs rim as she pulled it back. Her hips slowly rolled against nothing in particular, her eyes fluttering in another 5-second blink.
It was no secret that Chloe was turned on by her drunkenness. The girl would frequently drink generously before touching herself in the bedroom. Or the shower. Or the kitchen. Wherever, really. As soon as she was drunk, all restraint went out the window. She knew this about herself, and she loved it.
One hand lifted the bottle to her lips again, the other one slipping sluggishly under the robe and between her legs, rubbing clumsily against her clit. Her fingers werenât exactly coordinated, but at this point she was far too inebriated to care.
She slurred her girlfriendâs name like a prayer, her brain tanked enough for her to zone out and imagine it was Stacyâs hands on her body. Her other hand slipped to her chest, caressing and squeezing her tits.
Chloe moaned. She thrust her fingers deeper into her depths, the sensation almost more intoxicating than the booze. Almost.
Chloe could feel her pussy twitch. It never took very long for her to cum when she was this trashed. Even still, that didnât stop her from arching her back as hard as she could, gripping her tits even harder and moaning like a whore as she squirted HARD.
Chloe collapsed back onto the couch. Her robe now wet with cum and arousal. She panted drunkenly, her vision blacking around the edges. Oh boy, sheâd overdone it now.
Her body shut down, flopping limply into a sprawled-out position on the couch. She tried to move her hand, but between the exhaustion and the amount of booze in her system, it just limply twitched between her legs.
The weight of her eyelids increased. She was going to pass out. Her thoughts still lingered on Stacy. How lucky she was to have such an amazing, incredible, sexy girlfriend.
That was Chloeâs final thought before her eyes slipped shut for the last time.
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Stacy fumbled with the key in the lock, grumbling annoyedly as she tried to find the right one on her cluttered key ring. Finally, she managed to open the apartment door.
Immediately, she could hear her girlfriendâs snoring. On further inspection, she found a passed-out Chloe laying on the couch. She was laying on her stomach, her cheek smooshed into a pillow as she snored ungracefully, a generous drool puddle already staining the pillow. Her robeâs belt had come undone a while ago, slipping open just enough to give Stacy a teasing look at those gorgeous tits sheâd frequently thought about at work before.
Stacyâs heart fluttered, partially because the sight of her girlfriend in such a state made her feel some level of fondness, but just as much because, wellâŠ
It would be a terrible lie for Stacy to say that her girlfriendâs hedonistic tendencies didnât turn her on a bit. Of course she loved her girlfriend regardless of if she was sober or plastered, but there was just something about Chloeâs drunken antics that made her core pleasantly warm to think about.
It wasnât though if she MEANT for her girlfriend to drink from the bottle sheâd got⊠She just⊠heavily expected it?
Oh who was she kidding. She knew Chloe was headed to Heatherâs that afternoon, and she knew Heather and Chloe shared some of those hedonistic tendencies. She also knew that a drunk Chloe would hardly be able to resist the allure of her absolute favorite booze. This whole thing went exactly how she hoped it would.
Stacy smiled to herself, before it faltered slightly. Was this wrong? Would this be taking advantage of her beloved Chloe? Was all of this really worth it?
The drunk girl snorted softly in her slumber, her robe finally slipping down to fully reveal her perfect tits.
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