Chapter 1119 Help from Christine!

Chapter 1119 Help from Christine!

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Surprisingly, after having a nice climax, Alan found himself getting a lot done. With so much going on in his life, it was nice to fall into an academic mindset and just block everything else out for a while. From time to time he would remember that Suzanne said she'd be watching on video to make sure he stayed focused, and that was a very strange realization. More than once he toyed with the idea of doing something to tease her, but in the end he found himself working straight through instead.New novel chapters are published on

Since he had all the pieces needed for the Berkeley application, he found that putting his package of papers together was fairly quick and easy work. But there was a snag. He double checked the deadlines for the other colleges on his list of possibilities, and found that the November 30th deadline was for all the University of California colleges. Since one of his back-up choices was UCLA, he had to prepare that application too.

He thought, You know what? It's better to be safe than sorry. I should call up Christine and double-check with her to make sure I'm not missing anything.

He rang up Christine. "Hey, Christine. How goes it?"

"Oh, hey Alan. Good. What's up?"

"You got a minute? I don't want to bother you if you're busy."

"Nah. I was just reading a book. You can go ahead and bother me."

He teased, "I like bothering you."

She chuckled. "That you do."

He added, "Unfortunately, this is a serious kind of bothering. I'm hardly thinking about your breastacular appearance at all. Well, not much. Actually, a lot, but less than usual."

She chuckled some more. "This must be serious then."

"It is, actually. I'm in the middle of preparing my UC Berkeley application, so I can send it off tomorrow. And while I'm at it, I'm doing my UCLA application too, since it has the same deadline."

"Good for you! If you don't get that done in time, I'm going to have to really kick your ass. No joking! I'm already expecting you to be in Berkeley next year, right across the Bay."

He replied, "I appreciate that. I really do. And I appreciate even more the breastacular reward you've promised me if I do turn it in on time."

She giggled happily. "You wish! You do know that 'breastacular' is NOT a real word, don't you?"

He said, "You don't know how true that is. It looks like I'm going to be even deeper in your debt. What else can you tell me before I stick these two applications in the mail?"

"A lot, I'll bet. It's not enough to just have good grades and SAT scores. There's a whole art to making your application look good."

She proceeded to spend the next ten minutes giving him excellent advice on how to tailor his applications for maximum success.

He was very impressed. When she finished he said, "Wow! Double wow. That was... I'm sorry, I have to say it: abso-tit-ily breastacular! Christine, you rock! Not only is your advice totally key for getting me into Berkeley, but it should help with all my colleges. I might even have an outside chance of getting into Stanford!"

She replied, "Let's not go THAT far." She giggled, and said, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. That's payback for your 'breastacular' violation."

He didn't mind. "Understood. My bad. I guess I'm being a boob."

She laughed. She could have told him to cut out all the breast-related jokes and references, but she didn't want him to, because she thoroughly enjoyed this kind of playful banter. She joked right back, "You may be a boob, but that's still one less boob than me."

He liked that, a lot. "True. And not just any ol' boobs, but full-on chest-heads!"

She laughed even more. "Oh no. I should have banned 'chest-head' too. Consider it banned. But seriously, I think you do have an outside chance of getting into Stanford. We have to be realistic; I'm not saying that just to be polite. Frankly, if I was on the selection committee, I probably wouldn't pick you. But there's no telling. People joke that they take all the applications to the top of the stairs and let them fly. The ones that make it to the bottom get picked."

He said with obvious frustration, "Gee, that sounds encouraging."

"Hey, a chance is still a chance. You should at least be given serious consideration. And if you do get in, think how great that would be. We'd be going to the same place!"

He grinned. "Yeah, that would be pretty great. Then I'd be able to continue my research."

"Research?"

"You know, what I was telling you about in first period today. Since you won't let me say certain words, let's just call it 'the blonde with the multiple brains' theory."

She smiled in fond memory. "Ah, yes. If I recall, your 'investigation' involved extensively fondling my body, and especially my chest."

He quipped, "But of course! In fact, isn't that the solution to MOST problems? It is for me!"

"You must have a lot of problems then, seeing how I hardly ever let you do that."

"Oooh! 'Hardly ever.' I love the sound of that. So much better than 'never!'"

The two of them continued with their playful banter for a while. As usual, Alan was highly sexually suggestive while also limiting himself mostly to "safe" topics like fondling and breasts. And, as usual, Christine pretended to object while being amused and entertained, and often even aroused.

The only frustrating part was that all the fondling was only theoretical. Alan was coming to cherish and desire Christine more and more, but he repeatedly reminded himself that she had to remain off limits.

Eventually he had to end the call. He knew he had a lot of work to do, and even more than planned because he needed to implement Christine's suggestions at once.

He went back to work on his applications. But after that call to Christine, he had a smile on his face that wouldn't go away.