Nice Mugs - Part VIII

“Well, aren’t you a little puritan,” Micayla says leaning back in her chair. 

“Look, I am just a simple man, from a small town in the back woods of Maine.  I like my truck with big tires, my boat with a fast engine and my woman with....”  I trail off. 

“Tits and a pussy?” Micayla says lifting her brow and displaying a sardonic grin. 

“Yeah, tits and a pussy.  THAT'S what I like”. 

“Let me guess...  You like big tits, right?” She sneers at me.  

“Actually, I like firm tits.”  I smile back at her. 

“Well then, you will like these,”  she says placing her hands under her apple-sized breasts. 

My face flushes and I quickly glance around the coffee shop.  Confident no one has seen Micayla’s provocative gesture, I stare out the front window while anxiously fidgeting with my hands.  Turning back to Micayla I say “Are they..... uh.... real?” 

"Real?" Micayla laughs loudly throwing her head back and banging her hand on the table "Real?" she says again.  "Define real?" She continues to laugh obviously enjoying my discomfort.

"You know what I mean." I say as I feel my face turns red.

“They are six thousand dollars worth of real,”  she replies proudly.  She hesitates for a moment studying my face.  “You want to touch them, don’t you?” 

“No... no, not at all,” I snap at her. 

Micayla laughs as she stares at me intently leaning her chair back.  Suddenly she leans in towards me so her face is six inches away from mine.  “It doesn’t make you gay you know.”  She smiles at me and leans back. 

I sit there saying nothing.  My head is swirling with a myriad of thoughts and emotions.