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I guess he knew her better than she thought.

A lot of jokes went unnoticed. She did have a good mind for the subject, though, and was quite stimulating on the mind when they were discussing various avenues of going about something. He did miss a few things now and then when she was wearing a tank top and her large breasts wobbled as she pointed at sections of her work. His big tit obsession was serious. By the end of the week he had been to her apartment several times and it really did seem like she was flirting with him. For some reason he wasn't sure if he wanted to respond to it.

Michael had barely even spoken to Emily in the past week. Since she started her job, she hadn't really been around when he was home, but she was this evening. He came into the room and saw her sitting at the dining table, but not how she usually sat, with the seat pushed out and her breasts pushed underneath. No, her magnificent globes were lying on top of the table, and her arms and face were resting on them in her pink custom fit blouse. Michael was instantly enrapt by her bulging mammaries being compressed by her arms and face, but not for long did she remain this way. She must have been half-asleep when he came in, but upon hearing him jolted up and pushed her chair out, her teats sliding back and dropping below the level of the table. Michael chose to ignore what had just happened.

"Hey there, barely seen you around. Must be busy at work."

"Yeah, well..." she muttered under her breath.

"Huh? You alright?" Michael replied. She seemed a little down.

"Oh yeah, it's just I've got a couple of problems at work."

"Oh? What?"

"Well, you know what."

"Huh? How would I know, I don't work there."

"Oh what do you mean you don't know? I mean my boobs." Michael was taken aback. She didn't normally address them in conversation directly. "I mean, I don't know why you always act like they don't exist."

"I don't act like they don't exist. What are you talking about?"

"Everybody knows I'm the girl with the freakishly huge boobs, and I know you look at them like everyone else, but you never mention them to my face."

"Well I didn't think you'd want me to. I'm not denying they're there, I just figured, they get enough attention, you don't need to hear anything about them from me."

"It's just I feel like I can't talk about anything related to them around you sometimes."

"Well, you can. I don't care. You've got huge boobs Emily. There, okay? Look it doesn't matter to me, what matters is what's on your mind."

Emily paused a moment.

"Oh, I don't know why I even brought it up. It's just how it is at work, I have to wear this... I just feel like everyone's obsessed with them, more than usual. I feel so exposed. And... yeah you know I really don't want to talk about it right now. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to worry about, Emily. I'm sorry you have to go through that. If it bothers you too much, well maybe it's not the job for you."

"I dunno. I guess I'll have to think about it. Happier things to think about now."

"Wanna play a mariokart?"

"Not now. I've got a bit of a headache."

"Weak excuse, you know you can't beat me."

"Hm, we'll see once my head settles. I'll wipe the floor with you." Emily leaned forward and put her head in her hand, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

"You know I was thinking, you remember that place we went that one year when our families decided to vacation together?" she asked.

"Yeah, down by that cove. That was awesome. One of the best weeks of my life."


"Oh yeah."

"I was thinking maybe after the semester's over we should go back there together."

"That sounds great. Just the two of us?"

"Yeah, like old times. Except without your damn mother calling you back constantly."

"I remember you did that family portrait and stuck it on the fridge."

"Oh yeah! I was so proud of that!"

"I can't imagine why. I mean I love you, Emily, but you are no artist."

A lump appeared in Michael's throat.

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