She answers

The door opened and Jemma was standing there, big grin on her face.

“David” she shouted, and pulled you into a hug. She was wearing a short red skirt, some black tights, and a tight black jumper on top. You focussed for a moment, and learnt that she was hiding a lovely pair of 32C cup breasts under that jumper.

“Come with me” she said, grabbing you by the hand and leading you into her flat. From behind you admired her body shape, a bit sad that she didn’t really have an arse to speak off, yet, you would change that soon enough.

She pulled you into her room, took your bag from you, and signalled you sit down.

Her room was a small room, it had blue walls and a double bed in the centre of the room. There was a cupboard to the left of the bed and the door you just walked in through to the right of the bed.

Opposite is a bookshelf with some large windows, and a desk.

You sit down on the chair by the desk, while Jemma sits on her bed, after placing your bag in the corner of the room.

“So, hows life?” she asks, leaning forward to rest her arms on the bed, and her face on her arms. If she was wearing a low cut top right now, youd get a lovely view of her cleavage, but you have to make do with her jumper for now.

You start answering her question and having a normal conversation, with your eyes darting between her eyes and her chest every now and then. Its difficult when you know that she supposedly has nice tits hiding in there.

A couple of hours later, Jemma finally leans back up, grins, and says “Pizza?”

Not giving you a change to answer she jumps from her bed and goes to her kitchen.

“Come on, I have one in the freezer!”