Show, don't tell.

"You want, no, you're **** to show, and show off, your body to me but you also want to do it without it appearing like that's what you truly want, because, of course, you'd never be able to live with yourself if that turned out to be the case."

Well, that was a jog for the lungs.

Letting Allison's normal proclivities return to her mostly intact, I aimed my sights onto the subject of my interest as a fitting silence settled between us. Now to see what creative response she churns out at me.

Finally, "Are you insane?" Allison was staring my way with a look that basically, well. Basically insinuated that I was insane. "Why the heck would I even ENTERTAIN something like that?"

"I mean," shrugging, I offered, "obviously you'd try to deny it."

"John! I have a boyfriend, helloo!" A roll of her eyes followed, before the blonde looked me over with dismay. "You really I think I would just start coming on to any boy out there? Show off my body just for, just for, fun?"

I just shrugged again.

Allison was coiling back. Then, after a second or so of what felt like chalky silence, she stomped towards me, bending forward to meet me at eye level.

Almost as if a stormy gale had just swam through, my world went lopsided when Allison took my hands, pulled them towards her top, then pressed them up against her two soft, firm boobs.

"Feel that?"

Gulp. "Yeah."

"These are Ricky's," she iterated, pushing my hands deeper against her squishy C cups, and guiding them in circles upon her tits. Then finally, like the spell was broken, she let go, and pointed straight at my face. "Not yours." She groped one breast and shook it. "RICKY's." Then the other. "Got it?" Next, she was effectively enacting the first seconds of a striptease, shaking and jiggling them in front of my face.

Pathetically, I had to clear my throat, shifting rigidly on my haunt of the mattress. "Yeah, I got it."

"This ass isn't yours either," she made a show of turning, poking her skirt-covered butt out towards my reddening face.

Oh yeah. I totally, totally got it, Allison.

"What's wrong, John?" Allison let out a minor scoff. "What, you like my butt so much you can't even speak?"

I only cleared my throat.

"Well?"

My eyes skitted back up at the girl's face, apparently expecting something from me. "What?"

"Well," she persisted with a slight urgency, "do you like my butt or not?"

"I don't know, Allison." Squint. "I can't really see it from here."

A barely audible grumble came out of her throat, her skirt-blanketed butt still thrust out at me. I swear.

Also, was that a blush across her face, or was it just the glow bouncing off the drapes? "You AREN'T getting a closer look! What, do you think I'd just show it to you or something? Is that what you expect?"

As the cheerleader went off, a somewhat more petite figure drifted into view by the door. I, meanwhile, was trying to explain myself. There was also some guy honking at a dog outside. Anyway, that was irrelevant.

"No. I was just stating the fact--"

"That what," Allison folded her arms, straightened her back, "you don't like my butt? You don't find my cheerleader ass adequate?"

"No--"

"Did you like my breasts, at least!?" Allison rubbed the bridge of her nose. "For god's sake, you got to touch them!"

"No--"

"No what?!"

I didn't know what. Did she want me to say yes, I did like them? Wouldn't that be, I don't know, a little uncouth?

In any case, Allison's face was surely red now. I believe I'd created a very confused being, unsure what to think or how to act on the things she was thinking. Was this what a tsundere in real life felt like??

"A...are you all okay?"

Causing us to reorient our attention to the source of the interruption was a girl that embodied a cute little package of female-hood, standing at the doorway, eye in the middle of an apparently satisfying rub.

"No, no, Katey," a much calmer Allison assured, briefly glancing at me before continuing, "I was just trying to explain something to your sister's 'ol friend here..." She collected herself, took a breath, then flipped a strand of hair over her ear. "We're fine."

"Oh." Katey looked at me, then back at Allison. Then nodded. "Okay."

"You just woke up?"

"Sorta... oh." Her eyes widened. "But not 'cause of you guys. I was already up watching stuff on the computer. Heheh." Nat's younger sis peeked into the room, hair whooshing back and forth as she swung her head side to side. "Nat here?"

I pointed down. "She's in the bathroom downstairs."

After a curt thanks, Katey retreated to the bottom floor, presumably to get something to eat. Once she was gone, Allison's eyes returned flatly onto me. Then she sighed.

"So can I go now?"

Tearing my eyes away from Allison's legs, I burrowed a lip into my cheek. "Sure."

Allison seemed to glare at me before absently dropping a hand down to her thigh to scratch it. For a moment, I'd thought she was ready to leave. But while she did have her back to me, she remained there, at the doorway, with her torso slightly bent to the side at the waist as she lightly scratched the front of her thigh, which was pivoted away from her body. By doing this, however, the action caused her to send the bottom of said skirt flurrying up across her long smooth stalk. The result: showcasing some more of that creamy leg of hers, which I could definitely determine was nice and toned and no doubt minding the vitamins.

Damn. Now I wanted to go sniffing over it again.

I know, I know, I'm a blossom. Don't judge me, alright. I may be the owner of the world, but on the inside, I'm practically cotton candy. I feel things.

"Allison?"

As if on cue, she withdrew her hand, in turn letting her skirt drop back down and sending her leg upright against the floor once again. She looked over to me quickly. It almost seemed like she was attempting to catch me looking at her. No, that had to have been what it was. There even looked like there was a glint of relief in her eyes when she saw that I had, in fact, been looking. Quite the irony considering the vitriol she'd just been spewing out.

But I digress.

"What now?"

"Never mind."

The blonde, after only spending a brief linger of her own on my perusing self, didn't bother to ask any questions, turning and making for the stairs. Probably, like Katey, to fill her stomach. Maybe nab a quick snack. At least, there was plenty of orange juice in stock.