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"Spence, did you grab the present? I don't want Penelope to kill me, you know," you yell from your room, finishing getting ready for Penelope's over the top birthday party.
You are checking yourself in the mirror, you have chosen to keep it simple, wanting to look pretty but letting the birthday girl go for the more neck-turning outfits.
You had, however, bought a new push-up bra to use with your usual little black dress since most of your other bras were not... let's just say not in the apogee of their life. It is a plain thing really, black with thin straps and a bit of lace that shows a little over the the neck of the dress. It is nice and it wasn't too expensive, making your breasts pop up, and giving you an overall more flattering look. You didn't think the difference with a regular bra was that noticeable until—
"Yes, I already put it in the car so we don't– Babe."
You turn your gaze from your reflection to catch Spencer standing dumbfounded at the door with his mouth hanging open, his sentence cut in half.
His eyes are definitely not in your face.
A slight smile curls in your face, "What?"
"I–" your boyfriend stammers, unable to stop ogling at your cleavage, his voice dropping to an airy whisper, "They look huge..."
"Spencer!" you chastise him lightly, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks.
"What? It's true!" Spencer retorts back, taking a step closer to you, his eyes briefly flying to your face before returning down, "They– they look..." he makes a gesture with his hands resembling two blown out balloons.
You walk up to him and slap his shoulder, though a chuckle escapes your lips, "Stop! Don't look at me like that!"
"They're practically staring back at me!"
"It's just a new push-up bra," you huff, your arms crossing over your torso defensively but it has the opposite desired effect since it makes your cleavage even more pronounced, his eyes widening comically like one of those cartoon characters.
Spencer's nods, looking almost entranced, "Well, I really like it,"
You make a pout, "Is it too much? Should I change?"
"No, no, no, definitely not," his eyebrows almost shoot up to his hairline, "You look awesome, sweetheart, I just wasn't prepared, you almost gave me a heart attack, I mean, wow– just..." his hand reaches out to touch your breasts on instinct.
You slap him again, his hand this time, "Spencer!"
"Sorry, sorry, they're good, they look good, shit– sorry," He shakes his head as if trying to clear his thoughts, "You look good, babe."
You purse your lips, "That's it, I'm changing,"
"No, babe, really, I'll stop now I promise." He gives you an apologetic smile, his eyes on your face now.
A small smile threatens to appear on your face but you swallow it down. It is kind of cute that he seems so mesmerized by you, well, even if it is because of your tits. Something about having Spencer stuttering over his words like a teenager at the sight of them gives you a bit of a confidence rush.
You sigh, "Okay, but you'll behave, alright?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I'll behave," he pulls you into a hug, knowing damn well you can't resist it. You lean into his chest, inhaling the lovely scent of his freshly applied cologne.
He pulls back after a few moments and grins down at you, "Should we go then?"
"Yes, Spencer, let's go," you flash him a smile before exiting your bedroom with him trailing right behind you.
"Just to be fair, I like the back of the dress just as much."
Your hands fly back to cover your ass, "Spencer!"
He chuckles walking up next to you and depositing a sweet kiss on the top of your head before opening the door for you, "We're definitely leaving Penelope's party early."
Oh, well, your genius boyfriend can be an idiot sometimes. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.