Dicey awareness

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“So, where did you get this thing again?” The question comes naturally as you pick up the metallic 20 sided dice off Noah’s desk, rotating it around your fingers while looking for anything that might’ve caught Noah’s attention enough as to have you in his apartment on a Wednesday night “I found it on the desk of the boss’s secretary, the blonde one with huge tits?” you sigh “Of course I know which one Noah. Now, why is this thing so interesting that you just had to steal it from the boss’s arm candy and risk your, possibly our, jobs?” you raise your voice, about to toss the dice onto his desk just to be stopped by a panicked Noah wildly flailing his arms around to either stop you or to catch the dice before it hit the surface “What?” curiosity peaks your mind at his display, in the 10 plus years you’ve known this man he has never reacted quite like that “Don’t just toss that thing around Alex!” you frown, waiting for him to continue “Look the dice came with a note, something about wishing and rolling with the results, I can’t remember I threw it out. But I know it works. I wished for a promotion, rolled a 15 and lo and behold my salary includes around 5% more cash now according to the office accountant” 

“Sure dude, the magical dice gave you a raise. Way to rub it in Noah, the whole department knows you earn more than us, no need to justify it with some ‘magic’ bull” he looks perplexed for a moment, genuinely confused at the words you’ve said “Fine, wish for something, anything. Something that you really want right now” your gaze shifts to the ceiling as you ponder over his offer. What could you possibly wish for at this point in your life? A better job? Money? “Girlfriend” the word slips under your breath when your thoughts center on your lacking love life. What kind of girlfriend would you even want? ‘Kinda busty, willing to go along with whatever, playful’ the image of a perfect partner conjures up in your mind, and before you know it “I wish I had a girlfriend” you declare loud and shameless, rolling the thing onto the table for a… 5 “Well, no girl in sight or memory. So much for your magic trinket, Noah” his bed cushions your surprisingly curvy body when your whole weight is dropped on it bubbly butt first, arms crossed under the supple breasts straining the front of your shirt ‘Should’ve worn something looser, this thing’s pretty tight’ unconsciously pouting two pillowy lips while you judge if Noah’s trinket is broken or if he’s just full of shit.

“No way, let me see that. I wish to know what happened just now” haughty eyes follow the dice as it clanks onto the surface of the desk, settling on a 17 “Woah” the words and a gasp immediately escape from him, his eyes shifting to you with newfound realization and then away with a blush just as quickly ‘What’s up with him…’ your head lolls to the side, growing bored with the display and uncomfortable in a shirt you really shouldn’t have worn “I…hey Alex, could you…uhm…lift your s-shirt?”  you frown at the odd question ‘Why would he even ask th-’ “Sure!” you giggle a bit, amused by the uncomfortable stutter such a request brought out of him, so amused in fact that you playfully squeeze an arm around your tits as soon as they come into view, teasingly squishing them together as they are held back only by a gray bra that can barely hide the distracting amount of cleavage bulging above its neckline “Did you just want to see my tits perv? There you go, that’s all you get!” you give him a playful wink, enjoying his embarrassed look as your tits disappear back under the fabric not a moment after you’ve had enough of his tomato red face.

“I-uh no! I… figured what’s wrong with the dice. It was a fluke! Y-yeah, you just need to roll again!” you can barely take him seriously with how flustered those sentences came out, but you decide to play along if only to further fuck with him “Fine” your hands curl around the thing, lips twisting into a smile as your mind wanders. If he wants you to wish again, you might as well make it more specific this time, no? “I wish I had a big titty gf, like prize winning big!” a cackle comes out of your plump lips before you even look at the number on the thing, generally just amused at the inherent absurdness of the situation. Here you are rolling a dumb dice with your boyfriend when you could be doing so many more ‘fruitful’ things, yet out of pure curiosity you pick at the result, and it’s a…1, so much for any luck “Babe, I’m just done with this thing, can we do something else?” his jaw practically drops as you lean back on the bed, slowly dragging down the zipper of your ill-fitting zip-up top ‘Wasn’t I wearing a T sh-’ until the plentiful curves of your bust are more than enough to pull the head to its journey’s end, freeing up just enough of your captivating melons to lock his gaze and rewire his brain.

“Wanna play with something a tiny bit more fun than your dice?” you can’t help but bite your lip as your hand grazes against one of your heavy tits, milky white flesh overflowing through your palm as you squeeze down on your own flesh. Ragged breaths start to slip from your lips as you bare the goods for Noah, hoping he agrees before the suggestion turns into an assault fueled by the growing heat between your plump thighs “Yes”

“Comfy?” you tease the man writhing above you as you slowly tuck in his member between your tits. The soft canyon of your breasts yielding space to his hot length with a gentle jiggle that settles it just right where it should be “I asked you something Noaaah~” your lips sing his name, drawing it out with a particularly hard squeeze of your tits, pressing him with just the right amount of pressure to make him wiggle. Truth be told you too can barely hold on, and you haven’t even begun to move, the warmth between your tits is intoxicating in its own right, the little gasps and squirms that you can coax out with every slight shift and ripple of your jugs are the cherries on top. But it’s not like he needs to know that “Enjoying yourself?” you giggle, his face contorted in pure pleasure as you finally play your move, jiggling, squeezing and rolling your melons around his dick. 

The poor thing can only twitch and futilely attempt to thrust out of the fleshy caverns it has been lost in “Close?” a smile plays on your lips, a breathy parted smile as you look into his eyes, arms hugging your huge tits together into a tunnel of purely soft and moist flesh for him to thrust into, rubbing every inch of his incoming pleasure over its walls before “Oh~” a torrent of white gushes up from the depths of your cleavage, spluttering a sticky mess on your bare breasts “Much better than your stupid dice right?” the question doesn’t get answered, his mind focused just on you, and your own focused on eating the sticky residue off your fingers with a grin.

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Something a bit shorter to kill time before I release the story I'm making for Halloween. Another "unaware" kinda TG, definitely trickier, even less effective I feel like, to write in second pov, but I enjoyed writing it nonetheless. Anyway, see ya on the next one : )

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