Chat with Allison.

Fssk, came the murmur of the faucet.

"Damn... not the legs." With a grimace, Allison briskly toweled herself off before her liquids went any further down her length.

When Allison reemerged, I found myself drinking in the sight of her smooth, toned legs, teasingly tucked under her skirt. They really could give Nat's a run for their money.

Nat's won in terms of shape -- the magic, man, when it came to her cute face and slim torso panning out into such a fine, fine butt and flaring thighs, was what made Nat subtly exotic in a way. She was fairly slender and far from short, about an inch taller than me, but with the perfect set of stalks that looked good when she jumped. When she idled. When she was sat down.

But blondie Allison's legs could wrap their selves around me any day just as well. I will not say no. I would gladly give in. I will allow her pelvis to rub against my sorry crotch.

"What are you looking at?"

I jumped. "Uhh..." Allison spared a second to glance at me as she walked to the hamper and slung a towel over its edge. "Nothing."

"Yeah right, nothing." A few seconds later, the cheerleader was inches away from me. She offered a hand. "Give me back my phone."

"Oh," my face jerked down. I forgot I had taken it in an attempt to creep through her pics. Shoot.

This was awkward.

After she got her phone back, she began to twist away.

"Allison," I called after her. "What if I really did have, like, godlike powers, though?"

"I sure as hell wouldn't trust you with 'em, that's for one." Senway junior made a flighty laugh that didn't betray her words.

Quelling all fear or discomfort in her, I asked, "How many nudes do you have on your phone?"

"Just 3." She had stopped at the door to turn and face me. "I'm not that kind of girl, you know."

"How big are your boobs?"

Allison shrugged. "I'm a C cup, but that's actually not the best way to tell how 'big' a girl's chest is, you know. Really, you're supposed to look at circumference, width..."

"You're supposed to see it then."

Allison shrugged and began to turn away, apparently taking that as her cue to leave. Heck. Impatient. "Wait, Allison, come back."

"Yes?" After a blink or two, she trudged back through the doorway.

"How big is your butt?"

When the punchline didn't come, Allison folded her arms and swung her head slightly forward. "Seriously?"

"Well, I mean, there's an answer to every question."

"I don't pull up a ruler and measure my behind on the off chance someone's going to want to know!"

"Actually that makes sense." Thinking, I verbalized, "Using things like bra sizes are also pretty arbitrary... I wonder why we regard them differently from women's asses in that sense." Looking back up, I coughed into a balled fist. "Er, Allison."

"Yeah?"

Once I figured out how I wanted to mess with her, I parted my lips.