Alicia needs pens (originally by crueldreamer)

(originally by crueldreamer)

“I can understand that; my blouse is sticking to me already.” To illustrate her point, Alicia plucks at the material of her blouse in such a way that you see a startling amount of cleavage. “Anyway, I’m looking for some more pens. People keep taking mine.”

Now that’s a coincidence. “Yeah,” you say, “I was looking for the same thing. I kind of busted mine. I think they’re…over here. Yeah, there they are.”

Your back is to Alicia as you recover the pens from one of the storage room’s metal shelves, and when you turn around, you find that Alicia is much closer than you realized. Your elbow collides with the softness of her breast. Both you and she recoil in surprise.

“Oh!” Alicia exclaims. Holding her breast lightly, she flushes red with embarassment.

“Oh, sorry!” you say. It is kind of horrifying. Sure, you wanted to touch Alicia that way, but not THAT way. You think you might be blushing, too. “I’m really sorry about that. I turned around and you were right there, and…whoops.”

Alicia nods quickly. “It’s okay. Could I get some pens, please?”

“Sure,” you say, and hold the box out for Alicia to take. She does so hesitantly, and only then stops guarding her breast from another accidental impact. “Sorry. I just need one. If that’s all right.”

Alicia opens the box, and it’s impossible to watch her do that without seeing her breasts move under the red blouse. The jiggle…the sway…oh, it’s enough to kill a man.

“Be careful your eyes don’t fall out,” Alicia says. You realize that box of pens is open and Alicia’s attention has returned to YOU.

“Oh, hey, I—,” you say eloquently. “Uh….”