...the cooler tipped over. Each ounce they consumed stripped the girls of their coordination. At first, they just bumped into each other or followed their momentum. Once the scattered empty cans along the fence turned into cluster, however, everything got heavier. And the most apparent distortion came from Jen's next can of beer.
The contents avalanched down on the hapless bassist; the cooler itself remained teetering on the edge of the pool. Thankfully, Total Breakdown's heavy drinking left only a few cans inside, and only one grazed her shoulder. Most of the blast was ice and cold water. The chilling sensation ran from the tip of Jen's head to the rippling surface of the water. Her right hand continued reaching towards the sky through all of it.
After a moment, Jen finally regained her composure. "Dat. Waz. AWESHOME! Like da besht fellin eva!"
"An' I got a replashment!" Crystal added, plucking one of the cans out of the pool.
Had she been sober, the problem would have been obvious. After the fall into the pool and getting rocked by the waves generated by the waterfall behind it, that can was a grenade waiting to blow. Sober Crystal would have waited a moment. Drunk Crystal, however, shrieked as her face got blasted with cold beer.
"Crystal'sh had too much!" Aimee called laughing. "Ya gotta be tolly blitshed ta not shee dat comin."
Allison swam up to her and grinned. "Don shweat it. I'll clean ya off."
If her slurred speech wasn't enough proof even Allison had more than her fair share, the drummer's tongue darted out and started lapping the beer off of her blue-haired friend, much to everyone's delight. Each lick made Crystal's face light up with pure ecstasy, while Jen and Aimee watched with their jaws slack and a gleam in their eyes. Seeing her opportunity, the redhead bolted to Crystal's unoccupied side, and with much less inhibitions. While Allison was content to star at the neck - a moderately safe zone - Aimee, with no nurtured resistance to alcohol, dove straight for Crystal's bouncing right bosom.
Not to be outdone, Allison dropped down to Crystal unmolested boob and joined the foray at Crystal's cleavage. Almost as one, they began ascending up, enjoying the squeals and shudders with each lap. The moderate pace seemed agonizingly slow to their leader and teasingly rapid for Aimee. Regardless of the perception, the beer was cleaned up, and the trio celebrated their enjoyment with a three-way kiss. The presence of another may have been non-canon, but Aimee was still going to chalk this up as a fantasy fulfilled.
It could have been better, like playful grabs or even just some tongue in that kiss. Unfortunately for Aimee, a metallic click and accompanying call broke the kiss and denied her such pleasures.
"Izat how we're gonna do dish?" Jen asked. "Dat our fun fa da night? Well, drink up, shlutsh!"
All three girls went bug-eyed as Jen took her fresh beer and poured it all over her mammoth mammaries. Her own eyes never left her bandmates, nor did the hungry look in them wither. The message was clear, and no one hesitated to join the raven-haired girl at the side of the pool. They weren't ready to sober up yet, they were still hornier than a a brass band, and there was more than enough flesh for all three. If Jen wanted a taste of their taste buds, then her breasts were theirs.
Crystal and Aimee flanked her and claimed everything outside of her dark nubs while Allison immersed herself in the valley of the gods. The guitarists thought they got the lion's share by annexing each rough nipple, but the scent gathered in a woman's cleft was far more stimulating than sucking on a teat, at least to Allison. Regardless of their turn-ons, each girl was feverishly feasting on their friend's boozy boobies.
Jen moaned into her beer and arched backwards under the tongue lashing. I needed this, she thought. That was no lie. Josh, her ex, had been out of her life for months, but she still couldn't bring herself to see someone new; she did still love him after all, even if his soul did come with a price tag. At first that was no big deal, but eventually her own hands weren't enough, even with a vibrator in it. The only cure for that was another's touch. That would have been resolved after her first month and a half of single life, except the pain in her heart overruled the ache in her loins. Odds are her dry spell would have continued much longer had she not opted for some pool hopping tonight. It seemed doubtful that this drunken fit alone would generate more flirtation than just her playful teasing, never mind get her back on top of someone, but it was a step in the right direction. However, that's the future. In the present, Jen was reveling in pleasure she hoped was endless.
But beer isn't endless. Eventually, Jen's bust was covered with only saliva, and the cooler was empty. The girls pulled away, even denying Jen a kiss as they slipped away beneath the water.
Wait, what?
The trio emerged from the depths, but not swimming or treading. Each staggered towards the shallow end and surfaced in order of height with a sharp inhale.
As the tallest, Allison was the first to catch her breath. "I dink we're too drunk ta be in a pool."
"We're outta beer anyway," Jen added. "Let'sh call it a night."
Hearing no disagreements, the girls slid over to the edge and attempted to pull themselves out. The alcohol made sure that wouldn't work. Jen pointed over towards the steps in the shallow end, and blazed Total Breakdown's zigzag trail to dry land. A few near-spills later, and the girls were already at the fence with death grips on the links. Even at this level of inebriation, they probably would have taken the trouble with the pool as a sign to go around, but it was the only way out unless they found the gate key. Plus, Aimee's well-maintained lawn was probably softer than Ed's concrete, something Allison confirmed when her climb over turned into a flip.
Jen raised her arms in celebration. "Dis wuz a great idea!" she yelled to no one in particular.
"Yeah, we gotta do dat again!" Allison said. She tweaked Jen's nipples and added, "I like playin wid dese."
"Let'sh shee when dey..."
Crystal got cut off by Aimee's back door. The alcohol prevented her from noticing the metal knob resisted her hand, but the unyielding oak wood got her attention. Thankfully, the alcohol also slowed her pace, dulled the pain, and already reddened her face. The pressure left as quick as it came, and the effects of the impact would be gone before the alcohol's. The effects of its origin, however...
"Aimee!" Crystal whined. "Ya locked ya door!"
"Oh shorry. It'sh a habit," she replied. "Hang on, I'll get da key."
Aimee's right hand shot up and started roughly kneading her left breast into her chest. It only took a few moments for Jen to copy her, though the bassist was gentler with her efforts, caressing the flesh while tracing the nub. The chain reaction carried over to Allison and Crystal, each opting to use two hands. The drummer crossed her arms over herself and began to rake her finger nails along the underside of her bust as her thumb nails scraped her nipples, giving into her inner masochist. Conversely, the guitarist elected to leave her cleavage uncovered as she jiggled herself up and down. No matter how, all four drunkards were back to playing with themselves, giggling all the way.
"Why we rubbin our girlsh?" Aimee asked.
"I dunno!" Crystal said. "You started it."
"Prolly cuz it'sh fun!" Allison added.
"I wha...?"
Aimee looked down to her groping hand and burst out laughing. "I forgot I'm not wearin a bra!"
The other girls lurched forward in hysterics.
"Atta girl!" Jen said.
"Oh yeah! Ya carry evyding in dere, doncha?" Allison said.
Total Breakdown kept laughing until Crystal saw their new problem.
"Aimee," she said, "when ya took ya bra off, did ya take ya door key out?"
"Huh? Oh right! I tossed it in da coola."
All of their faces fell.
"Da one I tipped into da pool?"
Aimee nodded.
Allison shook her head. "I dun dink we should try divin for it."
"Ya got a spare?" Jen asked.
"One wid Crystal."
All three girls turned to their leader, whose face was buried in her hands.
"My only spare's at my parent's, across town," she said. "I'm not showin up at deir front door in da middle a da night bare ash nekkid."
"Den we're stuck out ere," Allison said.
"Uh..." Aimee continued. "I got anudda. Wid da Bellamys. We can ask dem when dey get back."
Jen and Allison threw their hands up in the air. Their options sucked, but they were clear. Wait for Aimee's obnoxious neighbors, streak the long distance to Crystal's parents, or be locked out naked all night. Perhaps drowning in the pool would be easier.
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