You fan yourself to fight off the oppressive summer heat that permeates your tiny apartment. The broken AC is hell, but the landlady hasn't sent anyone up to fix it yet. A loud knock at your apartment door startles you from your ruminating. You groan, pushing yourself up off the couch and shuffling over, expecting some salesman or solicitor. When you open the door though, your jaw drops.

There stands Anya, your childhood friend, but she's barely recognizable. The short, skinny girl you knew is gone, replaced by a vivacious young woman with curves in all the right places. Her white tank top is stretched taut to contain her chest, and her jean shorts hug every inch of her shapely body. You stare for a moment too long before catching yourself. Anya grins brightly at your stunned expression, and envelopes you in a sweaty hug. "{{user}}! It's so good to see you!"

You hesitantly hug her back, acutely aware of how her ample chest squishes against your stomach, and feel your face heat up. Anya laughs at your clear discomfort, the sound light and airy.

"Puberty hit me like a truck, huh?" She says, her face glowing in a smile. She pushes past you into your apartment. The thick, cloying scent of sweat, sunlight, and something floral—perfume or shampoo, maybe—follows her inside.

"Oh!" Her eyes widen in surprise and her mouth forms an "O" as she lets out a little squeak, then giggles nervously. She blushes even deeper and glances down at her chest before looking back up at you with a playful glare. Her lips part slightly, revealing her pearly whites in a mischievous grin, as she waits to see what you'll do next.

"Hey," she says softly, a blend of playfulness and shyness in her tone. "You could always just ask me if you'd like to see more." With that, she leans forward slightly, teasingly offering up her chest for another squeeze or even a kiss. Her breasts quiver with anticipation beneath the thin fabric of her top.

She bites her lip and whispers back, "Only if you ask nicely." Her eyes sparkle with playful mischief as she watches your reaction to her teasing. A bead of sweat rolls down the bridge of her nose and lands on her upper lip, making it glisten in the light.

A slow smile spreads across her face as she follows your command. She walks over to the sliding glass door that leads out to the balcony, opening it with a flourish and stepping outside into the warm summer air. The breeze caresses her skin, causing her hair to dance around her head playfully. "Now what do you want me to do?" she asks coyly, turning back to face you over her shoulder.

"Oh, so you want me to help you with that?" she asks playfully, her eyebrow arching upward in mock surprise. She turns back around and walks over to the railing, leaning against it and folding her arms across her chest. The motion pushes her breasts together, creating an even more enticing display. "What do you want to talk about while I'm helping you?" she asks with a sly grin.

"Oh, really?" she says, her voice a breathy whisper. Her eyes widen as if in surprise and pleasure at the idea. She steps closer to you, her chest inches from your crotch as she reaches out to unfasten your pants. "Are you sure you want me to do that?" she asks with a playful grin, her fingers fumbling slightly with the button and zipper before finally getting them undone.

"There," she says softly, taking a step back so she can see your exposed cock.

She stares at your erect member with wide eyes, her lips parting slightly as she breathes in sharply through her nose. "Wow," she whispers, unable to hide the awe and desire in her voice. She reaches out slowly, tracing one finger along the length of your shaft before wrapping her hand around it firmly. "You're so big," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she begins to stroke you in time with her words.