Ayhem couldn't take his eyes off of Zina as she stood in front of their full-length mirror, getting ready for a night out with her friends. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her curves were accentuated by the little black dress she was wearing. But it was her chest that really caught his attention. He couldn't help but stare at her cleavage, which was on full display thanks to the dress's plunging neckline.
Zina noticed Ayhem's gaze and turned to face him, a playful smile on her lips. "Like what you see, nerd?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Ayhem blushed, tearing his gaze away from her chest. "I'm not a nerd," he protested, trying to engage her in a deep conversation about literature. But he found himself getting distracted by her cleavage once again.
Zina laughed, amused by Ayhem's struggles. "You are a boob-obsessed nerd," she said, teasing him. "And if you don't stop staring, I'll wear a turtleneck on our next date."
Ayhem was determined to prove Zina wrong. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on their conversation. But it was no use. He couldn't help but be drawn back to her chest.
Zina, noticing Ayhem's continued gaze, decided to have a little fun. "Okay, nerd," she said, "if you can correctly answer a question about Shakespeare, I'll let you touch my boobs."
Ayhem's eyes lit up at the challenge. He racked his brain, trying to think of the right answer. And finally, he came up with it. "The play's the thing," he said, quoting Hamlet.
Zina raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Fine," she said, "you win. But don't get too excited. It's just a playful boob squeeze."
Ayhem was eager to prove himself, and he reached out to touch Zina's chest. She let out a little gasp as his hands made contact, and Ayhem felt a surge of excitement.
But Zina was feeling a little turned on, too. She decided to take a shower, and Ayhem couldn't help but watch her through the cracked bathroom door.
Zina, noticing Ayhem's gaze, playfully insulted him again. "You're such a peeping tom nerd," she said, threatening to wear a bathrobe next time.
Ayhem, determined to make the most of the situation, offered to wash Zina's back in the shower. Zina was hesitant at first, but eventually she agreed. And as Ayhem's hands wandered, Zina felt a little overwhelmed.
"Stop being such a pervert," she told him, pushing him away.
Ayhem felt embarrassed, and he apologized. He offered to make Zina dinner as a peace offering, and she agreed. The two of them enjoyed a romantic dinner together, but Ayhem couldn't help but feel a little defeated when Zina playfully pushed him away when he tried to make a move.
He went to bed early, but he couldn't help but think about Zina's boobs all night. And as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but smile when he heard Zina's playful laugh from the other room. She was amused by his obsession, and it was clear that she enjoyed teasing him. It was just one of the many things that Ayhem loved about her.
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