She was sitting on our bar stool eating a bowl of salad in a thong, topless. I watched her from the oher side of the kitchen, sipping on a hot cup of joe.

Me: "Ah, Coffee, the only thing known to science that effectively staves off the zombie apocalypse. One morning at a time."

Alison: "Yeah, that may be the case, just remember that we are staving off your impending cardiac arrest. Three coffees a day at a time."

Me: "Three, such a magical number. Reminds me of the three reasons I fell in love with you..."

Alison: "Oh? I am pretty sure two of them are stuck on my rib cage. Still, nice of you to notice."

Me: "Would you care for a sip? It doesn't taste the same without you getting all of the froth first"

Alison: "Oh, you tempter... Hmm, delicious as always!" She said as I handed her the mug.

Me: "I see the "let's imitate the way bunnies eat" diet is still in full force. I don't know how you can stand so much salad..."

Alison: "I don't see you complaining when I imitate bunnies in other areas; as to for how I can stand it, it has to do with copious amounts of salt... when I have it in reach, of course."

I took the hint and passed her the salt.

Alison: "Thanks, this bunny-girl is eternally grateful for your culinary quest. Speaking of bunny-girl, I have been looking at some costumes and... I'll let your imagination finish that phrase."

Me: "Today is your big day, isn't it? Something about a photo session..."

Alison: "Don't even think about joking about it. I am nervous enough as it is. This is a "make-it-or-break-it" chance for my career."

Me: "Wouldn't dream of it , honey. I know how important this is for you, and I want you to know how amazed I am that you have already made it this far."

Alison: "Gosh, now I don't know whether to feel embarrassed by the compliment or peevish that you didn't think I'd make it. Thanks."

Me: "You look so pretty today - sometimes I just can't believe a girl like you fell for a boy like me."

Alison: "Eugene, I... What's with the compliment parade? Hoping I'll suck your dick quick before work?"

Me: "A quickie? More like a sweaty, panting and exhausting marathon of sucking. I just want to hang your head over the table and dive right into your wet, slutty mouth."

Alison: "Eugene! What's gotten into you? Hmm, tell you what, maybe when I get off work we can resume this conversation; I am eager for your... answer."

She came up to me and kissed me. She then groped my ass.

Alison: "Excuse me for a second, honey. I need to get ready, I'll be right back."