She doesn't get a chance to say it

Jenna's mouth had been half open, ready to utter her doubtlessly brilliant and life-changing idea, when she was suddenly interrupted.

Knock Knock Knock!

The sound came from the front door, loud and clear, as someone rapped their knuckles against it. Instantly, David's shoulders slumped. Without him saying a word, Jenna could tell he was thinking "What now?"

Unwilling to let her lovely boyfriend get any more frustrated, Jenna leapt to her feet before he could.

"I'll get it," she told him, holding a hand out towards him to encourage him back to his dinner. Her chair squeaked against the floor behind her as she quickly stood up, moving to answer the door before David could provide a single word of argument.

Partway to the door, Jenna realized that she was wearing her slutty "staying in" clothes. Her DD's were a source of unsolicited attention at the best of times, tightly wrapped in a low cut tanktop like they were now, they would catch the eye of the unexpected caller like a billboard. Not to mention that she wasn't wearing a bra, so her ample breasts had even more bounce to them than usual.

Jenna wasn't able to even consider throwing on something else before another flurry of knocks came at the door, sounding more urgent this time.

"God, I hope this is important," she muttered under her breath, forgoing a coat or jacket to instead hurry towards the door. She was just about to put a hand on the knob, when the person on the other side made their presence known a final time.

Knock Knock.