Answer it

Ethan answers the door.

Immediately upon opening it, he is greeted by a very familiar chest.

“Ethan!” Layla stands in the doorway, her face a bright smile. “I just got off the phone and wanted to give you a heads-up. My girl had a cancellation and she’ll be by tomorrow!”

“Ah…” Ethan tries to focus on her face, her low-cut blouse making it, and him, a little hard. “That’s great, but uh, you didn't have to come over to tell me that…”

“Oh well,” Layla tilts her hips to and fro, pulling Ethan’s gaze downward, allowing him to notice her hands are full. “I didn't just come to say that.” She raises her hands, properly showing off a bottle and two glasses. “Fancy a drink?”

“Oh, uhm…” Ethan wasn't much of a drinker. He got particularly drunk once years ago when he was far too young and has tried to keep himself mostly dry since then. Mostly. He’d been slowly trying to get into it socially now that he was legally able to, but hadn't found much occasion. This, however, might be one of those. Drinks with a neighbor was an adult thing to do{if Peeped =True}, even if you’d seen them naked{if Layla's Secret =true} jerking off their huge cock they shouldn't have{endif}{endif}.