She’s everyone’s favorite neighbor at the block party. She always brings delicious desserts, more than enough for everyone, and watermelon and strawberries and all kinds of treats. She shows up early to help set up, laughs easily, smiles constantly. It helps that her soft hair shines in the sun and her generous beautiful curves are always displayed in a little sundress or tank top. She is irresistible joy.
Because everyone likes her so much, her own generosity is returned tenfold. As much as she wants to eat, leftovers, and of course, drinks. And she does like to drink quite a bit. Her neighbors don’t know, but she’s usually a bottle of wine deep by the time she shows up—it just makes her joyful. If she has a beer or two while helping to set up, no one notices or cares, that’s expected. A couple more when the food gets served, of course. If she steps away to chug a beer in a private corner of someone’s yard, there’s too many people there for anyone to notice one missing.
When her neighbors notice is at the end of the night. She always winds up the same. Leaning onto a table, red faced, giggling. Top pulled low for air, so her deep cleavage shakes as she drunkenly laughs. Breasts pooled on the table. Can in hand, held loosely, almost forgotten until suddenly she needs more and guides it to her face, spilling down her chin.
Her neighbors fight for turns to walk her home. She can hardly stand by the end of the party, so she’ll lean on her helper and sway. She presses into them and giggles in their ear. Sometimes she asks for another drink for the road; some neighbors are eager to give her one or more, as many as she wants if she will let them escort her.
The neighbors who don’t feed her more drinks usually get her home, borrow her keys, and get her on her couch for the night. If you feed her more drinks, she won’t be able to find her keys by the time she gets home—she won’t be able to find her own extremities. Her personal favorite nights (she won’t share this) are the ones where she is just dumped onto her porch and she passes out on the porch swing, drunkenly snoring where the whole neighborhood can see her.
She goes inside and touches herself thinking of her neighbors and friends running a train on her blacked out pussy on her front porch. Maybe it’ll happen someday. Or perhaps it already has…
