Super N O V A

“I mean I doubt it’s 100 but girl good luck with those. At least I can take mine off.” He sat on the bench with her but not laying down so his hair wouldn’t get pulled on or messed up.

Neel did one better, he wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist and let his nose rub against her ear. “Is it cause I’m brown?” he asked with a chuckle. “Well, you’ve earned a meal, thank you again,” he said as he saw the old man walking around the corner. He let his arm fall off and offered a hand towards the lady. “I’m Neel, nice to pretend date you for a few minutes.”

Nova pursed her lips and looked down at her hand, “Oh, um, actually you were totally right. The reason you're not my type is because you’re brown. And, um, no offense, but I don’t want to touch your skin in case it...rubs off,” she said, trying her best to keep a straight face.

Miles shook his head at the nickname. “You can just call me Miles. You can know my name right?” Miles asked. He wasn’t sure how much anonymity there was supposed to be with this kind of stuff. Miles repositioned himself in his chair as he tried to keep his eyes off the clock on the corner of his screen. He was eating up a lot of time but he wasn’t sure exactly how to get to what he was after or even what he wanted from this. 

“I can know whatever you want me to know. You can come tell me your deepest secrets or give me a fake name. You’re in control here unless you don’t want to be anymore.” 

“That’s why I stick with a nice C cup. Im tiny so they look nice on me. Or D, either or.” He put his hands on them. “They feel so squishy though,” he moved to use them as a pillow after admiring his nails on them. “They look heavy.”

The one good thing about a computer screen was the fact that it made it less obvious where one’s eye was looking and Miles took advantage of that as he focused his attention on her cleavage. Miles nodded his head at her question. “Yeah, you’d be worth it,” he agreed. “You don’t gotta call me baby. I’m probably a lot older than you.”

“Sure, hon,” she smirked a little bit, not to laugh at him, but to invite him. To make herself seem alluring and maybe even a little mysterious. Not wanting to give him too much all at once, she leaned back a little to take her breasts a little bit out of frame. “I’ll call you whatever you want...” she studied him a little. He didn’t seem like he’d want to be called daddy, but maybe a more domestic pet name would appeal to him, still she wasn’t sure. “Honey bun?” she joked,

“I kinda do,” he walked closer, heels clicking on the pavement. “I have ones almost that big I just never use them.”

He laughed and looked at her. “Girl you’re drunker than I was last night. Nice tits though.”

Nova gasped. “Thank you! Nobody ever believes me, but they’re all natural. You wanna feel?”

Neel would normally never grab a girl but the man was not taking no for an answer about him being an escort. He leaned in and whispered into her ear. “I’m so gay but I owe you so it’s a deal,” he said before looking back at the man. “Now, I gotta go. We have a date to get it seeing as its our half year anniversary, bye,” he said as he steered them away from the older man. “Thank you so much.”

“Put your arm around my waist. He’s still looking,” she said, laughing into his neck to get a look behind them. They took a few steps and when she was sure they were out of earshot, she looked him up and down. “You’re not my type anyway. I just wanted dinner and maybe coffee.” 

“I dunno, I’ve got to be awake during the day and I kinda like having blood inside my body,” he explained. It seemed like he couldn’t even shake his typical awkward humor even in a completely virtual situation. 

“Awake during the day? That just doesn’t sound like fun to me. Wouldn't you rather I keep you up all night long?” Nova grinned, big and a little goofy. This poor kid was so nervous she figured he’s probably rather just talk, which was fine with her tonight. Still, she needed to flirt a little and try not to intimidate him at the same time.

“Oh? Great, well then you won’t have to experience the little wave of embarrassment for noticing you wear it wrong. Lucky you.”

“Lucky or...very careless.” 

“You rolled outta bed looking like that? I wish I had your luck. I’m good, though. How are you?”

“Okay, okay. You’ve caught me. I might have touched up my makeup a little.”