Alicia Is Game

"Yeah," Alicia replied. "Let's. I want to be gone before I waste the night with Eli micromanaging everything."

"Micromanaging what?" Eli asked around a carrot, not looking up from the book in his left hand. "Seriously, I just want you two gone so I can study in peace."

Alica turned rapidly so that her brother wouldn't see her improvements, and began a slow, well-reasoned examination. 'I can turn that off,' John figured, 'but why bother? Besides, I can see Alicia's tits from behind her! Fuuuuck! Look at them shimmy! Those things are fantastic!'

"Would you like to turn off Eli's concern?" asked the voice.

'Jeeze. This is almost as annoying as that stupid Word paperclip. No. Leave Eli out of this. Just don't let Alicia's curiosity about her boobs ruin our night, OK?'

The voice responded with, "Alicia's curiosity is to become secondary to enjoying her night with you, is this correct?"

"Oui. That's 'Yes' in French."

Twitching and shaking her head vigorously, Alicia sucked in a shocked breath, wavered on her feet for a few seconds, and ran her fingers through her dark hair. John heard a soft moan and then she then took a shaky step. Turning her upper body and head to see behind her, she parted her mouth to speak, but then paused and wet her lips.

John's eyes bugged out at the profile shot. 'Cute? What was I thinking? Alicia's smoking hot!'

She quivered again, sending jiggles through her full chest. "I'm, uh, going to slip into the bathroom for a minute, OK John? See you later tonight, Eli."

"Catch you when you get back," Eli called from the kitchen, as intent on building a sandwich as he ever was building an argument.

"Oh my god," John heard through the door within seconds of it closing. "Oh my god! These are so fucking hot! Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm! Oh. Oh! Oooohhhh!" Pulling her shirt down, Alicia came out again about a minute later, seconds after Eli excused himself and disappeared into his room. Amazing that timing. Unencumbered by any traces of a bra, the little dents in her top made by her nipples bounced up and down, making small cotton circles in the air when coupled with the soft, side-to-side motion of her 'more substantially endowed' rack swaying back and forth as she walked.

She met John's eyes, saw the knowing twinkle, and her hand shot up to cover her mouth. She looked about to bolt in embarrassment, but before she could, John instructed the voice, "Make her relax. So what if she just got herself off in the bathroom? That's the kind of action I want to see for myself later.'

One query and confirmation later, Alicia smiled, the red flush fading slightly and her wide-eyed stare became a half-lidded promise of future pleasure. "OK. Shall we go?" She offered the crook of her arm and John accepted. In the elevator, her attention shifted back and forth between her luscious new tits and John. Her brief sojourn in the bathroom seemed to have lent her a bit of self control.