Weekend Decisions

[Bazzle]

So...this story is a fetish story, but with a large girl. I will post the first chapter. If this is the wrong place/board, sorry it can be deleted.

A Weekend

Friday

It was ten-thirty on Friday night. Laura sat there on her old tatty but comfortable burgundy pleather sofa, her sockless feet tucked up under her large knickerless bum. She was wearing her extra-large red and black Dennis the Menace nightie, the comic nerdy ex-boyfriend had bought for her as a joke birthday present a couple a years ago, just before he dumped her.
There was an almost empty white wine bottle on the occasional table beside her, along with her full ashtray and ¾ empty box of Marlboro lights. A full large glass of wine was in her right hand, and a freshly lit cigarette in her left. She was “balanced”, that is how she saw it at those moments. The television was on with a popular chat show, but she wasn’t concentrating on it. Laura was lost in her own thoughts.  It had been a hard day at work.  Laura had dealt with two of her most difficult customers today and she was just glad to be at home.

They had both called at just at the wrong time.  The first one called regarding a big contract just as she was about to get up and leave the office for her morning ciggy break, which delayed it by 40 minutes. Laura struggles most days to get through the working week with her two hourly ciggy breaks, she has them interspersed with biscuit breaks instead. This had meant she had got rather crotchety with her customer before they had agreed to talk again next week. The customer finally hung up and she could get out of the office and light her needed cigarette.
It didn’t help that her offices smoking policy was a sole bench about 5 minutes’ walk across the yard. Laura however smoked her cigarette as she strolled across to the yard, looking up at the cloudless sky reflecting in the windows above. Everyone from the office windows could also look down and see who was walking across and when. It was seen by the non-smokers in the office as the smokers’ walk of shame. 

As she had missed the morning cup of tea and ciggy break with her colleagues, it meant she was alone on the bench, with just her thoughts and her cigarette, wishing she had remembered to make a cup of tea.

The frustration of the awkward customer and her need for nicotine, she chained her next ciggy using the last embers of her first one.

Laura sat and smoked the cigarette enjoying the sunshine for a few minutes and time away from the computer screen. It was pleasant to hear birds tweeting in the background. The bench was next to the large red industrial skip bins, so wasn't the most pleasant of smoking areas.  She extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray on the grey breeze block wall beside the bench and before people started looking for her in the office, she started the walk back to her office. Laura classed this as her exercise for the day. She had measured it a few times with those fitbits that are all the rage. She did between 2500 and 3000 steps a day, not quite the 10,000 but three times a day going down two flights of stairs and walking to the bench for her ciggy breaks. She wasn’t really that fat, at least that is what she said to herself, Laura was comfortable with her size an average UK of a 16, however more recently an 18, but still bought size 16 clothes in hope. It would be mentioned by a few of the office bitches behind her back that she was in no way slim. 

She almost had another cigarette as ensure she was calm enough to face the barrage of emails created stepping out of the office for 20 minutes , but thought better of it. Lunch and her next cigarette were only an hour and half away.

The other annoyingly timed customer called at ten to five, just as the office was packing up. Laura knew that if she left about 5 minutes early she could firstly have her cigarette sooner, and secondly she could get ahead of the traffic at the entrance to the dual carriageway just outside her office estate. It wasn’t a long commute, but it was made considerably longer if she didn’t escape “on time”.

Her problem was that this customer was stateside, in Seattle, and so for them it was the just beginning of the morning. They had all day to chat and discuss their project.  It was a difficult project with several vested interests all wanting different things. The only thing Laura wanted now was her “going home” cigarette. They had called yesterday for her at five to five, but she had strategically been halfway out the door as her colleague yelled at her. She pretended she didn’t hear, as the cigarette was removed from her bag as went down the stairs. As soon as she was outside it was lit. And she was gone.

So the call hadn’t started well as they had been disappointed with her not talking to them yesterday. To Laura the sale was important, as was her commission on it, so she went through the motions of being very apologetic to explaining that she would work on getting the corrections to the contract dealt with as soon as possible, being as polite as she could, eating her stash of chocolate biscuits whilst watching the clock on the office wall tick round. 

Her colleagues had all drifted out of the office as it was Friday night. Only her manager remained at the other end of the office.

In preparation for the end of the conversation, she put away the biscuits had retrieved her pack of ciggys from her large brown bag in the floor and had put them on the desk, “just shortening the time required later on” Laura said to herself whilst the customer wittered on about something inconsequential to project, sadly for her the discussions with the customer went on and on, the cigarette just got pulled further and further out of the box.

Laura’s manager then walked past, on the way to toilets, with a raised eyebrow and a shake of the head at Laura toying with her cigarette in the box, Laura pushed it back in with a moment of guilt and got the biscuits out again.

Laura finally got the customer to agree to her way of thinking, and the end of the call was achieved. Laura scooped up her bag and jacket put her cigarette in her mouth got the lighter from a denim jacket pocket and made for the door.

The cigarette was lit by the time the office front door closed behind her as she inhaled deeply, exhaled  upwards to the sky as her shoulders dropped and Laura relaxed and made for her car. As she reached her blue Corsa, she dropped the cigarette on the floor stubbed it out with her light green Newlook flats, looking down on the ground of the carpark she could see the remainder of this week’s ‘end of work day cigarette’ stubs. “I must cut down” Laura thought to herself “or move car parking space” seeing the now 5 orange stubs on the ground by the driver’s side door with several more from the previous weeks still in the corner of ‘her’ parking space.

The Friday night commute was as bad as predicted, but with four smoked cigarettes and her emergency Haribo bag of Tangastics, her IPod shuffle of cheesy 2000’s music was set to loud and she was a happy singing, dancing and smoking with the window down. She had to take a detour on the way home via little Tesco’s at the end of the road to get her donuts, weekend cigarettes and a couple bottles of wine.

Some of her friends and colleagues were going out on the town they had Whatsapped each other at lunchtime, but Laura had declined to go out saying she just wanted a night in.

Laura got home, opened her door, walked down the hallway past the living room to put the wine in the fridge, grabbed a cigarette from the kitchen table and lit it. Leaned against sink and eat three of her donuts and smoked. She used the time to check Facebook and Twitter on her phone. As usual recently no one had messaged her anything useful. She extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray on the table and went upstairs. She went to her bedroom, let her mousey brown hair down from its pony tail, untied and climbed out of her comfortable green wrap-around work dress and her non matching blue bra and comfy poker dot granny style knickers, letting them fall to the floor, she then ungracefully attempted to kick the ball of clothes in to the washing basket beside her wardrobe, leaving the bra  and panties balanced the edge of the extremely full basket. “Close” she thought to herself with a smile.

She grabbed her cigarette out of the pack on the bed side unit and lit her first ”it’s the freaking weekend cigarette” and turned and looked at herself side on in the full size mirror on the wardrobe door. She could see her thighs covered in various bruises even one on her Eyore tattoo she got when she was 18, most of the bruises came from bumping in to the kitchen table and chairs when buzzed she reminded herself. 

She stroked her ‘muffin top’ belly which loomed large over what is now a clear panty line even without clothes on. “That hadn’t been there 3 years ago” she thought to herself as she inhaled her cigarette and subsequently exhaled, then she gently lifted her slightly sagging large breasts and tweaked her large now erect nipples, her breasts were her best asset she reminded herself, when dressed in a certain way- low cut little black dress, push up bra, then she can get the guys to stare with appreciation. She inhaled and then did some well-practiced snap inhales and smoke rings in to the mirror.

Laura put that cigarette in the ashtray and retrieved her nightie, dumped on the bedsted in her slightly hungover rush this morning, and put it on. Laura then retrieved the cigarette and smoked for a couple of minutes sat on the bed while she ordered her large pizza with extra pepperoni and wedges on her mobile phone app,. She extinguished that cigarette, grabbed and lit her second ”it’s the freaking weekend cigarette” of the evening took a double drag, exhaled, coughed gently, shuffled off the bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen where she dangled her cigarette, opened one of her £6 bottles of chardonnay, poured herself her first large glass of the evening and settled in on the sofa to wait for the cute pizza delivery guy.

 

TBC if this is the sort of place for it

 

B

[Bazzle]

Saturday

Laura woke up with a hacking cough at nine thirty, opened one of her green eyes and checked where she was, in bed- “that’s good” she thought “could have been the sofa” then looked for her cigarettes. There were two left in the pack on the bedside unit. Clumsily and she thought most likely still aimlessly knocking over the bed side lamp with a thud, she retrieved the pack, lit one of the cigarettes, inhaled and her lungs relaxed.

The two bottles of wine and, if she can remember properly, a couple or three  gin night caps to herself had not done her head any good, nor had the pack or so of cigarettes she had with the wine, done her throat and lungs much good. She busily smoked her morning cigarette, momentarily solving her throat and lungs problem.

Laura had plans to meet up with Zoe and Karen from work for lunch and spot of shopping at 12. She rolled to the edge of the bed, coughed, and got up in the process of putting out her first cigarette on the overflowing bedside ashtray and put the last one in the pack in her mouth she needed her morning piss, coffee and this cigarette now.
She padded round the bed onto the landing and to bathroom, she hoicked up her surprisingly damp nightie and sat on the toilet. Lit the cigarette in her mouth using the pink Bic lighter conveniently left by the sink taps and relaxed again. As she ‘recreated Niagara falls’ as her ex-boyfriend had cheekly mentioned once or twice, she started to get flashbacks to last night. Sometime during the second half of the second bottle of wine, a Brian Cox documentary on one of the random channels had popped up, Laura was far too buzzed to concentrate or take in on the useful information he was saying, however she could vaguely remember fingering herself to orgasm whilst sitting on the on the sofa. She fancied the pants off Prof Cox. Laura’s nipples erected against the nightie  just at that thought. Laura momentarily stopped peeing and leaned across to ash her cigarette in the white sink beside the toilet, to find three more butts from last night. She picked them up and dropped them between her legs, they bounced off her thick thighs and into the bowl.  She finished by getting up too early letting the last bit of pee dribble and tickle down her thighs, she dumped the cigarette in the toilet, wiped and flushed. Then she went down stairs to hunt for her breakfast and coffee.   

Once her coffee machine had whirred and her phone and fresh pack of cigarettes retrieved from the lounge, Laura was starting feel more human again.

She drank her coffee, smoked her third morning cigarette and quickly devoured the two cold pizza slices she had forgotten in the pizza box on the kitchen table, and thought about making a plan for the morning.

She checked her phone, no messages from the girls, so she assumed it was still on.  She use to go out often with Zoe and Karen, they had actually been to school and college together before going their separate ways at university however somehow they all ended up back together working at Tectron in the same building. 10-12 years ago they would have gone out together on Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights, easily drinking  three or  four bottles of Wetherspoons  cheap wine between them and then dancing, drinking and smoking the night away at the nightclub and still managed to up for college or work in the morning. Those were the days when there wasn’t a smoking ban, and there was a convenient smoking section upstairs in ‘spoons’. The three girls would be sitting up there in an ever increasing cloud of smoke.

Karen had been the tall athletic one at school, ran for the county when she was 14 and 15, but found cigarettes when she was  about 16 which put that on hold, so clothes always looked good on her. Laura had been better at the stationary sports like shotput. Laura always thought Karen looked like a model. Zoe was shorter and slimmer than Laura, a bubbly character, even if sometimes a little crazy, but still a great little friend.
As the world was still swaying slightly every time she moved her head, Laura thought it wise to catch the bus in to town, rather than driving, didn’t want the complication of crashing the car.  The bus stop was next to little Tescos which would also be useful as she had, as usual, smoked most of the cigarettes she had bought yesterday and she needed a snack for the bus.

Laura correctly decided it wise to have a shower before going out as she was still feeling a little sticky between her thighs from last nights’ Brian Cox fun, plus it would be an opportunity to wash her hair, shave her legs and pits so she was presentable for the girls,  Zoe and Karen were always, in Laura’s eyes, perfectly slim and we'll presented. She slowly padded up the stairs grabbing the hand rail and lighting her pre-shower cigarette with the other hand as she went.

40 minutes later she was drying her legs down dangling her post shower cigarette with her right leg perched on the edge of the bed. It was an attempt to try to multitask of not to getting ash on her bed sheets or falling over. Laura got dressed in her comfortable loose fitted semi sheer Primark flowery top which she thought accentuated her large breasts with her white lace bra, and as she had shaved her legs, she pulled on her shorter denim skirt over her sexy blue lace panties, then sprayed herself in her perfume and body spray headed for the bathroom to wash her teeth as her mouth, and as licked her teeth felt awful and to throw on some ‘war paint’.

20 minutes and a couple of makeup cigarettes later, and a pre -leaving the house packet of crisps, the mobile, purse and the remains of her last pack of cigarettes were thrown in her brown oversized handbag, sunglasses were put over eyes to hide the bloodshot and as Laura left, she retrieved and lit another cigarette and headed for the door in her usual cloud of smoke.

The walk to Tescos wasn’t far thankfully for Laura, and it was sunny and warm, spring had started well. She stubbed the cigarette using her shoe as she arrived at the entrance of Tesco. She bought 2 packs of her 20 lights and another large sharer packet of crisps, four pack of mars bars, and a bottle milkshake to drink on the bus as she was still thirsty and threw them in her bag.

She had just missed the bus as she came out of Tesco, so had 10 minutes to kill, so balanced her large soft bottom on the uncomfortable small solid bar at the back of bus shelter and proceeded to light and smoke another of her cigarette, and eat all her crisps with several sarcastic coughs from those in the shelter with her.

While she waited, Laura Whatsapped Zoe and Karen to say she was at the bus stop and will be on her way shortly, and to see where they were. Zoe replied to say they had arrived in town and heading into Primark. Laura messaged back to say she would meet them there.

30 minutes later she stepped off the bus much to her relief, threw the empty bottle of milkshake and crisp packet in bin by the bus stop and lit her prepared cigarette with a cheek hollowing drag and slowly headed off towards Primark in a cloud of  exhaled smoke.

She could see Karen and Zoe outside Primark as she came around the corner, they were having a break from shopping. Karen was showing off her long legs in slim fit jeans a red t-shirt and heels, whereas Zoe was in black leggings and blouse. It was evident the 40 minutes or so of browsing was clearly too long for them too.

“Hey Lauz, how is it going?” The talk slim blonde Karen said as she gave Laura a sort of neck hug their hands going wide of each other to avoid burning themselves with each other’s cigarettes,

“Not too bad Kaz, quiet night in front of the telly relaxing with a glass of wine” replied Laura with her sub truth.

“We went out to spoons again last night, but I was home by 11” replied Zoe, as she also gave Laura a hug.

“After Zo left I ended up with Chris again till 1” said Karen “but didn’t get anywhere with him as he buggered off with his mates”

The three women laughed, and subsequently coughed. All three girls have been smoking for almost 15 years now.

“Maybe next week you will be successful Kaz?” asked Laura

“Sounds like a plan” replied Karen.

“ but Kaz, didn’t you plan that last week? “Cheekily asked Zoe

“Well next week I will be successful!” Karen said with pride. “I know it!”

“So what is the plan for us girls now? Primark?” asked Laura 

“Yer Lauz, I found a couple of items I liked in there but couldn't face the queue for the changing room without a ciggy, we ought to go back in and try them on and get them” replied Zoe.

“We can then go on to NewLook and then find some food?” suggested Karen.

“Great!” replied Laura “saw a couple of tops in Newlook there I liked the other day” 

“We could go to spoons afterwards for some wine and a catch up?” Zoe asked.

“Great, shall we go in to Primark?” Asked Laura as she stubbed out her cigarette with her shoe, thinking wine was not high on her priorities right now.

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By four thirty the girls were sitting outside in the smoking section of ‘spoons with their Primark and Newlook shopping bags under the table, with their phones, Marlboro lights boxes,  three empty large wine glasses, two empty bottles of wine and a full ashtray on top. The pub was busy as it was sunny Saturday afternoon, the bar staff hadn’t got round to clearing up the empties.

Shopping had been slow progress with but with successful purchases of some cheap comfortable knickers from Primark, a couple of new work tops and trousers in Newlook Laura was happy. By 3 they had given up with the idea walking to M&S at the other end of town to look at their clothes and so had headed to spoons for wine instead.

Laura’s head was feeling much better for a sharer bowl of natchos, then  some chips and two large glasses of wine. Hair of the dog she thought.

“Does anyone want another drink? Asked Laura, waving the closest empty wine bottle around in the air to the group as a suggestion, she had another freshly lit cigarette in the other hand. “It’s definitely my round, and I am gasping for a drink", she said  before inhaling her cigarette" I will get the the new bottle on the way back from the bog? " she questioned with her exhale" I could do with another piss!” she exclaimed. Laura noted again that  after a couple of glasses of wine, her language was definitely cruder.

“No I better get home” said Zoe ”got to meet my mum for dinner later, so can’t be too buzzed before hand and I am feeling the wine now!”

And Karen replied “if you are walking your way Zo, I will walk with you for company as your house is on the way”

A slightly dejected Laura said “No problem, I will see you girls in the office bright and early on Monday morning or at least on the bench for our ciggy break. I should get there this time, darn customers depending” Laura hoped “however I ought to get home and do some tiding, the house is a tip, and with being so busy at work I haven’t had time to clean the house!” Laura stated, but realised she had no intention of completing this task.

Especially after two glasses of wine and wanting to have a third as soon as she got home.

“That sounds like a great Saturday night! “Replied Karen “Tipsy house cleaning, good luck!”

“True, but I don’t have a Chris or a prospect of a Chris to chase at the weekends!” Replied Laura, exhaling some smoke as she spoke, and then sticking her tongue out at Karen.

“But Lauz, you will find your right fish at some point” a supportive Zoe suggested “they are not exactly queuing up to me either!”

“Thanks Zo!” said Laura “but didn’t you have Steve from accounts recently?” she asked

“Yer” replied Zoe sheepishly “but that didn’t work out so well”. The girls fell awkwardly silent for a second.

“Right shall we go girls?" Asked Laura ” I’ve got to get home for my date with the Dettol!”
The girls cackled and coughed. Laura gave Zoe that knowing ‘oh you have that cough too’ look as they went for a second round of coughs.

“First I also need to visit the ladies before I walk home!” exclaimed Karen “I don’t want to piss myself like I did the other time; I ruined my best white jeans that night!”

The three laughed deeply, then coughed again, with the talk of peeing Laura had another flashback to last night. She had stumbled to the kitchen pour herself the second final gin with-out tonic, as she had run out, of the night, and had the feeling she desperately needed to piss again, she now remembere looking and then deciding her secluded back door was a lot easier than climbing the steel stairs to the upstairs loo. Laura had her ciggy in the corner her mouth, as she hoicking up her nightie and then was sitting with her naked bum on the cold back door step, as it was easier than squatting, having a smoke whilst drinking her gin whilst her pee jetted onto legs and into the patio garden.

At least it was only the nightie and her thighs that got wet, Laura thought, as she smiled to herself.

The three girls all had a synchronised last inhale and exhale, stubbed their finished cigarettes in the overflowing ashtray, picked up their bags, cigs, and phones and made for inside and for the toilets.

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Laura was sitting on the bus home trying to stay awake to find her stop and trying to stop her short skirt riding up her far thighs as she sat. The traipsing around town and the lunchtime glasses of wine with cigarettes always had made her sleepy especially as she had only eaten a lot of food for lunch. But it had been a great catch up with the girls out of work time.

She got off by the Tesco and went to buy a couple more packs of her Marlboro’s; she had smoked more than she intended- she hadn’t planned for an afternoon wine and cigarette session with the girls- and she also got a couple of bottles of wine from the chilled section to replace what she drank last night.

Slowly walking up the street from Tesco, Laura had another cigarette on the go and had that light headed happy tipsy feeling. She got to her front door, she attempted the drunken careful balance the shopping bags on the wall, dangle her cigarette, find the keys at the bottom of the bag and open the door manoeuvre.

After couple attempts and severe swearing at the door, she managed to get the key in the lock, Laura opened it and  then dumped her clothes shopping and hand bags at the bottom of the stairs, put the wine in the fridge and then flumped on the sofa.

After a few minutes of quietly sitting doing nothing other than smoking, she got up and grabbed her phone from her handbag at the bottom of the stairs, and Whatsapped the girls group to say she was safely home. After a few minutes both Zoe and Karen pinged her back to acknowledge they were home too. Yes they are all in their early 30’s and Laura lives quite happily on her own in her own home- her mum had helped her with a nice deposit, but it’s still nice to let your friends know you are home safe. She flicked on the telly, it was yet another Pointless repeat.

She looked at her mobile phone and noted the time as ten past six and called her local Chinese Takeaway. It was literally two minutes’ walk up the road, which was convenient when Laura didn’t want cook.

“Hi, telephone order for Laura, Hi, yes me again, Could I have a number 8 and 58 and prawn crackers for 630, Please?” Laura requested her usual, she didn’t need to look at the menu, she ordered these a little too frequently, the staff even recognised her on the phone.

“Ah ok 645 will be fine” Laura replied to the phone

“Great thanks” and Laura hung up.

She was a lady with a large appetite she was starving again, both Karen and Zoe survived on much lower food intake than Laura ever could. Laura was also thirsty the recent cigarette intake had dried up her throat somewhat.

Laura went to the fridge dangling her most recently lit cigarette as she went, opened the door for hunt for something to drink whilst waiting for her Chinese.

It then dawned on Laura that she really hasn’t done any shopping other than for wine and cigarettes for the last couple of days. The fridge was empty with the exception of margarine,  nearly gone off milk, a couple of Corona beers bottles and the earlier purchased wine.

Whist still dangling her cigarette, she opened the wine, rinsed last night’s wine glass under the tap as there were no clean glasses, carefully  attempted to pour half a glass which ended up full, grabbed a new pack of pringles from the cupboard to go with it and returned to the comfortable sanctuary of sofa.

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It was 9 oclock and Laura’s mobile rang, she managed to swipe and answer it, couldn’t focus on the screen as to who it was.

She as just sitting on the sofa in just her blue panties, her clothes had been discarded in to the corner of the room in frustration after the naughty chow mein that had decided to spill it's self-down her whilst she was attempting to eat it. She stoked her large bare belly sat proudly out in front of her as she played with phone.

“Hey wo it's me” Laura answered.

“Laura, it’s your mum, just ringing to see you are, how is your Saturday night?” Her mum on the phone asked. She had meant to call earlier before Laura had got too buzzed, but had been busy with her friends.

“Heeeey Mumm I’m god.” Said Laura trying to think of the right words and sound as sober as possible, after which she had another cheek caving inhale on her latest ever present cigarette thinking that would help her brain straighten her muddy answers.

“Are you ok? Or are you just buzzed again?” enquired her all-knowing mum.

“ Nah mum, I’m merry good. Went shipping with my grills for munch” replied Laura confidently along with her exhaled smoke. Laura took a large swig which nearly emptied her wine glass as it was clearly going to help her talk to her mum properly. It was only her second glass, from the second bottle of the evening. She was forgetting in her maths, the two and half large glasses earlier in the afternoon.

“Was that fun? By the sounds of it you went to the pub afterwards!?!” asked the mum

“I may be had some dinks mummy” she replied truthfully. Inhaling again, smiling with her exhale through her nose, it’s only been a couple since I got home from the Chinese she thought.

“As long as you are ok sweetie, that’s great. I was thinking of popping over tomorrow to say hello, as it’s been a couple of weeks or so since I last saw you?” suggested her mum.

“Will you be in?!” she asked.

Laura  inhaled her cigarette, looked around the her living room, exhaling her smoke as she turned  her head, and waited a second  or two for the room to catch up with her, to enable her to see the piles of  dirty clothes, takeaway boxes,  empty wine bottles and cigarette packets strewn around the living room.

“That would be ness mummy, tink I need some help tiddling my house” Laura said very proudly. “I be in!” Laura said her mum having a thoughtful inhale, thinking if she had any plans to go out, and couldn’t really concentrate on thinking on anything much, except she could see her wine glass was nearly empty, her current cigarette was at the filter and her bladder was full, she exhaled and stubbed the cigarette on the occasional table, as that was as close as she got to the darn moving ashtray.

“Byeee mum” said Laura as hung up on her mum.

She dealt with the issues in priority and ease order, she lit her new cigarette, dangled it and slowly got up with the help of the sofa arm rest, she retrieved her ciggy box and lighter squishing these between her bulging belly and stretched front of her blue panties,  it took a couple grabs to pick up her  1/4 full glass. With great concentration she turned and made a move in the direction of the living room doorway and, her mostly naked large body, meandered in a determined way to the doorway. She grabbed hold of the the frame for comfort when she got there. Once there Laura took a deep drag on her dangled cigarette and finished her wine for the last unwavering push towards the top of the stairs and a pee. Holding on to the stair rail at the bottom of the stairs she gently put her finger to the silky gusset of her knickers, they were damp, she slid her finger up along the crack to her mound and rubbed a couple of times, and then put her finger in her mouth. Piss, she thought, she looked across to the kitchen, and to the fridge and then to the back door and then up to the stairs and the bathroom light at the top in above her. She had thought of a better plan whilst the world momentarily caught up with her head and hand movements.

With her pee jetting and splashing across her legs and patio for a second night in a row, a cigarette in her hand, her now full wime glass in the other, she leaned aagainst the kitchen door.

 

TBC (potentially)

[Bazzle]

Sunday

“Whose door bell is ringing so loudly at this time on a Sunday morning?”  Thought Laura as she rolled over and coughed in to the pillow several times. Trying to keep her eyes shut, her head was hurting and that “ringing really ought to stop soon” she thought. 
The doorbell stopped ringing, and she relaxed. 
Then she could hear her mobile phone ringing downstairs. I will get that later, she thought, it cant be that important.
Then there was banging on the door. 
“Fuck!” said Laura rolling back and sitting bolt upright in bed, trying to re-swallow her stomach contents that was moving with the sharp movement and not helped by the ever so slightly spinning room.
“Fuck!” she said again then coughed.
 “Mum!” She exclaimed.
Laura gingerly got out of bed holding on to the wall for support, she noticed she was naked and could feel thought proudly that somehow she got her self-undressed last night before bed, but with no memory of where her clothes actually were. She could feel grit on her bottom, but couldnt think where she had been for that. Laura grabbed her nearly empty packet of cigarettes on the bedside unit, lit one and took a deep drag and lightly coughed the exhale. The knocking got louder and she could hear her mum shouting “Laura” at the top of her voice. She inhaled her cigarette deeply again for mental and physical strength.
“Im on my way mum” Laura shouted back, exhaling her smoke as she shouted. “Shh that shouting hurt my head” she said quietly out loud to the empty room.
Laura stumbled across her bedroom wincing as bounced off the side of the bed and wall as she went and grabbed her pink fluffy dressing gown from the chair in the corner of the room throwing more dirty clothes on the floor in the process. Laura dangled her cigarette as steadied herself with the hand against the wall and tried to wrap and tie the gown around her body one handed, tucking her escapee breast back in to the gown in an attempt to at least make herself half decent and she then wobbled and stumbled over some of the clothes on the floor, before making it gingerly down the stair to find her mum, swearing as she went. She needed a morning pee, but she decided that would have to wait. Her mum was still shouting “Laura” and banging on the door, and the neighbours would probably start complaining soon.
“Hey Mum, I'm here" she said as she attempted to opened the door, "good morning, how are you doing?” Laura said trying on bright and breeziness as she actually opened the door. Laura was squinting her eyes, put her cigarette in her mouth and used her hands to shield her eyes to protect them from the late morning daylight coming through the now open front door. 
“Good morning darling, well its almost afternoon Law” her mum said briefly looking at watch on her wrist for effect “I am absolutely fine“ her mum said “I am more concerned with you!” her mum followed up sternly.
“Im fine mum honestly, come in “Laura said cigarette bouncing in her mouth as she spoke “clear a space on the sofa and take a seat” She directed and then thought “Oh actually mum, can I be cheeky, can you pop the kettle on for us? “ She asked “I need to go back upstairs for a moment!”
“I will do” said her mum “but first give me a hug”
They had a mother daughter bear hug.
 “Sweetie” her mum sniffed “the house stinks like a brewery, and Im sorry darling, to be brutal, you smell awful too!” she stated 
In the hallway Laura sniffed her armpits and then her hair and cringed.  “I did shower yesterday mum honest”
Her mum raised her eyebrow at her.
“Im ok mum, I just had some wine with the girls yesterday after shopping thats all” said Laura followed with a couple of hard coughs. “I forgot to set the alarm this morning” thinking she couldnt even remember getting in to bed. As Laura extinguished the cigarette in the full ashtray in the living room and said "Back in two ticks" as she carefully padded up the stairs for her now desperate morning pee and an attempt to get presentable for her mum.
Her mum did what mums do best, went in to the kitchen, retrieved a black rubbish sack from under the sink and proceeded to clear the pigsty of a living room, she opened the curtains and windows to get some light and fresh air in the room, then filled the sack with this and last weeks takeaway cartons, empty cigarette packs and extremely full ashtrays. Tutting at her daughter the whole time. She couldnt really complain too much about the smoking, she was dangling her own Marlboro light at the same time, but she was concerned about the quantity of empty wine bottles she was finding. She even helpfully picked up Lauras Chinese stained clothes from the living room and put them in her own bag to take home wash later.
She had hoped for grandchildren sooner rather than later, but as she cast her eyes around the now cleaner room and to the full sack, she was reminded that was not looking very likely at the moment.
With that rubbish sack full she went in to the kitchen in attempt find a clean surface in there.
After about 30 minutes Laura returned downstairs with dangling her most recently lit cigarette, her face and teeth washed and body sprayed, she had combed and put her hair up in a ponytail. The only clean clothes she could find were her large plain white t-shirt and grey elasticated baggy tracksuit bottoms, it was evident through the white top as she bounced down the stairs she hadnt bothered with a bra. Laura had tried to find some clean knickers, but the remaining ones in the bottom of her drawer were a size or two too small. She couldnt find last nights dirty ones either.
“Oh thats where they are” Laura said as she got to the bottom of the stairs remembering her new Primark knickers as she kicked the bag at the bottom of the stairs.
“Ah your back, and looking better already sweetie” her mum said looking up at her from the kitchen table with a coffee mug in her hand.
“Oh thanks mum, you are star, Ive been meaning to do that for a while!” said Laura sheepishly as she padded in to the kitchen. Seeing the two full bin bags in the corner of the kitchen, “I will take them out to the wheelie bin later”
“Thanks, they are a tad heavy for me now!” replied her mum. “Ive found some milk and that is about it” her mum said as a statement “the milk smells just about ok for the coffees- I am thinking I should take you to the big Tesco for some supplies dont you think?” her mum suggested.
“Coffee is lovely thanks mum” said Laura, taking a sip of her hot coffee and then stubbing her latest cigarette out on the now clean ashtray, and, offering mum one of her cigarettes from the packet on kitchen table ”also yes I do think I need some food, I think I am running low on a few bits” she feebly replied.
They both lit up cigarettes and simultaneously inhaled deeply and created a large cloud of smoke above their heads with the simultaneous exhale.  
Trisha who was just shy of 55, had smoked as a teenager and early twenties, but had given up when she got married and had Laura.  She had always liked to stay relative fit with long walks in the country with her husband, Dereck, and being active in the community, and she still clerks the local parish council meetings.
For her, and she believed for Laura, this all changed when Dereck died of a car accident four years ago. He was coming home late at night after work and a ** driver crashed in to his car, he wasnt at fault. Laura had been so supportive following, as a thank you she had used some of his life insurance pay out to help Laura buy her own place. Laura had reintroduced cigarettes into her life as a way of dealing with the grief. It was wrong, but it felt at the time so right.
Sitting with her daughter having a morning coffee and cigarette together in the house they bought with the insurance money was nice reminder of her husband and Lauras dad.
 "Oh Law, you must google how to keep cats away from your back yard" Trisha suggested after her exhale with the remaining smoke escaping as she spoke.
 "Why mum? I didn't know I had that problem" Laura replied, looking through the kitchen door window to the small patio yard area.
 "I opened the back door, which was unlocked darling! You must be more careful! Dont want you to get burgled now, to get some fresh air in the house, and your back patio area stinks of cats pee, it's not good thing" Trisha stated. 
 " Oh" thought Laura as she had a thoughtful inhale, she didn't realise she had peed out there that often, did I do it again last night? she mused to her blank memory "I will look that up later today" she said to her mum with her exhale. "Oh to have a downstairs loo" she muttered to herself.
“It must have rained her locally last night as well Law” said Trisha inhaling on her cigarette “I picked up a pair soaking wet blue panties from the back door step” she started her exhale” you must have dropped on the back step at some point” She said through her exhale” Ive thrown them in the washing machine for now.” she informed “Also you should also clear up some of the butts you have flicked out there too, its not good for the birds as they think its food!!” Her mother reprimanded. Without openly questioning Laura why pee soaked panties were there at all. 
“Oh thanks mum, will do…” replied Laura in a teenage style. The jigsaw pieces started to fall in to place, firstly the panties had been located, then after a few seconds Laura started to remember attempting to flick a couple post pee cigarettes across the patio with a drunken childish giggle. She had initially struggled to stand up after her pee as her wet panties were tangled with her piss splashed legs, so had ** logically stayed where she was for a couple of chained ciggys sipping her wine getting her strength  back to try stand up again. She had sat there long enough to need to piss again. Though once her naked bum on the step had got too cold and the previously warm pee puddle she sitting in had become really too uncomfortable, she had to get up. It took her three attempts to untangle the now heavy sopping panties from her feet and get up without spilling the remainder of her wine or dropping her dangled cigarette.
“We maybe could find your dads old pressure washer in our garage and clean the patio one day?” said Trisha snapping Laura away from her attempts at remembering last night.
“Oh that would be good mum, do you know how to use it?” Asked Laura with a subsequent inhale,
“No, but dont you young people Youtube how to do everything now anyway?” replied Trisha
“Good Point mum, we can look that up closer to the time” replied Laura exhaling away.
“Talking of time, Law, shall I drive you to Tescos?” Trisha asked, exhaling out her smoke as she spoke like the experienced smoker she had become “Dont they shut at four on Sundays?” she rhetoricly asked herself and Laura
“Oh yes, that would be good mum, I definitely need food in the house and I dont think I should drive just yet” Laura said thoughtfully looking across at the collection of empty wine bottles her mum has tidied on the counter, then took a large swig of her coffee.
“Law, can I suggest something else before we leave?” Trisha asked
“Yeers mum” Laura said worried of what criticism was heading her way
“You should go and put a bra on before we go out” Trisha suggested “you will get the teenage weekend till boy far too excited if you go out like that!” Trisha always tried to be truthful to her daughter.
Laura dangled her cigarette, and guiltily folded her arms across her chest in show of hiding her large loose large breasts and said “Yes mum, will grab one now!”,

 

TBC