Sophie nodded, with another shy but hopeful smile at Simon. With a gentle tug on his arm, Lisa steered him away. "I'm glad you met Sophie," she said to him in an undertone, as she led him across the room between the groups of girls. "Of course, she's just your type."
"How do you know what my type is?" asked Simon. "We've only just met!"
"Oh Simon," she said in an indulgent tone, and turned him to face her. She was smiling broadly, and as she leaned in against his chest and slipped her arms around his waist, he could feel her t**s pressing against him.
"It's not hard to tell," she whispered playfully as she looked up at him. "I only had to see where your eyes went when I answered the door."
And with a wicked grin, not waiting for him to answer, she pulled him over to one of the couches.
