"Hey yourself!" she smiles as she pulls me into a full embrace, pressing those ample breasts into my chest. I grab her waist and pull her close, kissing her cheek. Whatever perfume she's wearing smells great and we hold the embrace longer than I would have expected.
"You've grown some muscles!" she exclaims, running her hands along my biceps. Breaking the embrace, she pulls up my shirt and whistles. "And a solid six pack. You must be fighting the girls off left and right," she smiles.
"Not really," I answer quietly. "But you... damn, Rachel you are a beauty queen."
"Thanks," she says. "Like I said on the phone, I won't interfere with your action. I'll stay in my room or go out if you need the place."
"I'm not worried about you cramping my style," I laugh.
"Well I expect the same consi
