Soon a pale freckled hand passes me a small chilled can, the alcoholic seltzer being a far cry from the refreshing water I had been hoping for. Despite this I quickly pop the top, guzzling down the cold beverage in an effort to rid myself of the pervasive dryness filling my mouth.
"Bitch slow down" whines the squeaky voice, weakly swatting at me as she slaps one of my tits. "We still have your fucking party tonight, it's bonfire time!" she chirps, her high pitched whine growing almost intolerably excited as the sharp tone leaves my head throbbing.
"Wha..." I mewl dimly, swallowing hard and wincing slightly as I feel the bubbles and vodka burn slightly at my parched throat. I run my tongue over my bottom lips, tasting a mixture of dozens of liqueurs clinging to the soft plush pillow resting on my face.
Something tumbles from my head, plastic frames colliding with my immense bust before landing on the towel beneath me. I glance down to my side,staring dumbstruck at the flimsy cheap pair of sunglasses that had slipped from their perch around my head.
The huskier and rather intoxicated girl to my left whoops in excitement, her unseen movements cause something to splash on my exposed arm. Thankfully, despite the cloying sticky sensation the cold liquid is a welcome presence on my baked flesh.
"Jordys a big girl now" cackles the drunk woman, a caramel toned arm soon draping around my shoulder has her hand reaches for my voluminous rack. With relative ease she slides a rather firm red cup into my cleavage, the thick mounds of pliant fat squeezing and deforming the sides of the cup as the brown liquor inside threatens to overflow. "Though you was always a big girl" she exclaims, laughing so hard to snorts as her hand begins to grope at my chest through the tight black strapless bikini top.
As she clumsily massages my strange new assets a twinge of pleasure soon worms it's way into my consciousness. While nothing earth shattering, the feeling of her palm grinding the taut fabric against my nipple as her fingers sink into the welcoming flesh was more than enough to leave me a little breathless.
The pale freckled girl chuckles a little as the sloppy display beside her, the sound of bags rustling barely reaching my ear over the playful laughter of the two women.
"She's twenty-three Jess" the remarks the pale girl, her nasal voice carrying over the clattering of cans. "It's not like it's anything that special".
"Suuuuure it is" Jess purrs, resting her head on my shoulder as a tangled mess of shimmering black hair tumbles down over my chest and even into my drink. "Didn't James meet..."
"His fiancee?" Huffs the pale girl, the sound of her towel shifting beneath her telling me she was getting up.
"Bitch" comes the familiar voice in my head, my body turned flushed at the mention of this James. "*She thinks she'*s..."
"Yeah!" Jess chirps, pausing for a second to let her thoughts catch up with her. "She's not... I mean she wasn't..."
"I think James is bringing Wendy tonight, yeah" mutters the pale girl, obviously unhappy with something. "She IS James fiancee, of course he'd bring..."
"Thats fucking stupid" Jess blurts out, clambering to her feet as she uses ke for support. "The fuck would he bring that bitch to Jordy's party for? That's just gonna cause..."
"Not if Jordy can keep it in her pants" the pale girl grumbles, reaching down beside me to fetch my sunglasses.
For a moment I'm once again dumbstruck, my mind struggling to process all this new information in the tight and painfully weakened confines it had found itself in.
"Not my fault he wants me" the voice grumbles, a flash of anger building in me before dissipating along with the aberrant thought. "That bitch, thinks she's better just 'cause she has some dumb fucking degree and..."
The train of thought is thankfully broken as I feel two sets of hand grab under the arms. With no small amount of effort the two girls help heave me to my feet, the drink between my breasts sloshing about and spilling some vanilla scented beverage over the supple flesh.
I feel my body try to lurch forward, the immense weight on my chest daring to pull me off my feet. It is only with the help of the other two that I stay upright, my slender feet digging into the towel and sand beneath me for support. As I shift I feel my wife hips pop, a thick tight mass behind me bouncing and shaking against my will in an overly tight pair of bikini bottoms.
Looking around I finally get a good look at the other girls, though it takes longer than it should thanks to the constant swaying of my heavily intoxicated form.
To my right stands a relatively short redheaded girl, her curly locks having been trimmed to rest just around her ears. Her face, much like her arms, is covered in a thick smattering of dark freckles. Despite this she has a delightfully cute and impish charm to her, delicate features framing her face as she looks out with piercing emerald eyes.
Her build is rather slender, skinny and somewhat bony as she lacks muscle or even that much fat on her five-foot-four frame. She is dressed in a simpler robin's egg blue bikini, the wet fabric covering her more modest assets rather well.
To my left sways a equally intoxicated Latina, her dark alluring brown eyes struggling to focus much like my own. She is closer to my height, though still a ways off, standing at around five-foot-seven. Luscious, albeit tangled, thick black hair streaks down to her shoulders as it clings to her sweaty skin. She is gorgeous, with prominent cheek bones and a perfect heart shaped jawline. Her nose, while a little to long for her face, is adorned with several silver studs and a shimmering septum piercing.
Her body has a little more meat to it than the pale girl, years of drinking with little exercise having packed on the pounds in all the right places. While her stomach has a slight amount of pouchy flab to it, it appears that her rear and chest took most of that precious resource. Squeezed into a dark green tankini her rollercoaster-like curves paint a ravishing silhouette. While her bust sags somewhat, and still doesn't reach the same size as my own, her thighs and ass do more than enough to draw the eye.
The pale girl slings a heavy looking bag over either shoulder, the rattling of glass and cans telling me more than enough to work out what was inside. She passes me the sunglasses I had dropped, or rather she struggles to place them on my face from her apparently meager height.
I still felt as tall as I had ever been, though in my drunken stupor I doubt I would have noticed the difference.
As the shades slide into my nose and past my ears I'm met with a sense of calm, the harsh blinding rays of the sun easing off as my throbbing headache dies down ever so slightly.
"Come on" huffs the pale girl, reaching for the parasol as she heaves it from the sand. "You can get shitfaced and pass out home."
"Don't be a bitch Mel" Jess mumbles, stumbling over to short redhead.
"I'm not" whines Mel, her voice growing more nasal as she gets more exacerbated. "It's just last time I had... Never mind" she huffs, passing off the parasol to Jess.
"Then let's just stay 'ere" Jess begins to whine, holding the folded up parasol for a moment before passing it back to me. "It's not like Toby is gonna kick us..."
"Yeah, he will" Mel calls back, bending down to roll up the towel with surprising grace and flexibility.
"No way, he wouldn't..." Jess splitters, only for Mel to cut her off.
"He has, remember new years when..." Mel begins to explain, bundling up the towel into a little roll as she stuff it into one of the bag straps.
"Bitch I don't remember shit about..." Jess huffs, placing a hand on her hips.
"Exactly, come on" Mel urges, looking around as if expecting for someone to come over with all the drunken commotion. "We can drink at Jordy's beach, it's the fucking same."
"But no one's there to..." Jess begins to mutter back, only for Mel to begin hoofing it across the sand up towards the paved path behind us. "Can't believe I sucked his..." Jess grumbles under her breath, stumbling away after our relatively sober companion.
I try to plod along after the two, leaving my own towel behind in an absentminded haze. My generous hips and ass sway almost dizzyingly with each of my tentative tender steps, my new plump rear all but trying to consume the tight piece of fabric covering it.
I clutch the parasol to my chest, pinning it between my left arm and the overflowing bust spilling out of the tight black top. The cup between my cleavage all but crumples down, the rum inside coming out and coating my rack in spiced liqueur.
Chills run down my spine, the feeling of the sensitive flesh being covered a coating of warm sticky liquid triggering something buried inside my mind.
As I approach the paved concrete path I feel something begin to slip from the waistband of my flimsy bikini, the constant bumping of the parasol dislodging something from the elastic. I fumble for whatever it is, soon finding my hands clutching at a large and rather expensive looking phone. I nearly drop the parasol, bending over as I try to catch it and hold everything at once despite my sloppy state.
My eyes dart to the screen, a wave of clarity hitting me a at once as the shock seems to sober me up.
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