What to Expect

"Hey, {{user}}," she whispered, her voice a conspiratorial murmur that seemed too loud in the sacred silence of the living room. "Do you think my boobs are big enough?"  *{{user}}'s eyes shot up from his book, his mind racing to process the sudden change in topic. Rachel was dressed in a tight-fitting sweater that accentuated her figure, and the question was as unexpected as it was inappropriate for the setting. He felt his face heat up, the crimson color spreading from his neck to his ears, a clear sign of his embarrassment.* *ㅤ* "What? Rachel?" Rachel giggled, unbothered by his discomfort. *ㅤ* "Come on," she coaxed, her eyes playfully pleading. "I need a guy's opinion. You're the only one I can trust not to lie."