"Bye, Mom! I'll see you on Sunday!"
Eva watched as parents got in their SUV, leaving for a romantic weekend. Eva was 18, in her last semester of high school. Her parents trusted her to stay at home because at her core, she was a good girl. She taught Sunday School at their local church, had been a cheerleader for all four years of high school and had only had one boyfriend, Tom. They had broken up in October when he asked her to put out, and she refused. Eva was saving her virginity for marriage, just like a good church girl should. The issue was that Eva had body made for sex. 5'4", blonde, blue eyed with perky DDs, pouty lips, and tight, bubble butt, Eva was a perfect, sexy All-American girl. No one blamed Tom for wanting to get in her pants but everyone knew it was fruitless effort.
Eva walked in her kitchen, spotting the note her mother left.
Dear Eva,
Have a great weekend! There's money on the fridge for food. Mrs. Wilson next-door knows you're alone, and will check in. We'll see you Sunday!
Love,
Mom & Dad
Eva groaned. She hated Mrs. Wilson. Her next-door neighbor was a widow in her late sixties. She was fat and sweaty, with thin, grey hair, thick lips, and a mustache. She always smelled a bit musty, which Eva knew because Mrs. Wilson was always a bit too friendly. Her hugs lingered a bit too long and she was always making excuses to touch her when they ran into each other in the neighborhood. Eva hoped she wouldn't have to see her a lot over the weekend. She wasn't planning on doing much, she had the weekend off cheer and was planning on relaxing, spending time by the pool, and catching up on homework. She sighed, putting the note on the fridge with a magnet and taking the cash from the envelope on the fridge. She wanted a chill weekend and hopefully that wouldn't involve Mrs. Wilson too much.
Eva decided to take a bath and then order some pizza to eat while she watched a movie. She called the pizza place as she ran the bath, knowing it would take them at least an hour. Soaking in the bath, she moaned softly as her muscles unwound. When the water ran cold, she stood up, shaking off the lingering bubbles. She hopped quickly out of the tub and to the towel rack only to find the rack empty. "Dang" she whispered. "The towels are in the laundry!" Wet and cold, she held her breasts as she dashed from the upstairs bathroom to the laundry room in the basement. But as she was clearing the main floor landing, her stomach filled with dread. Standing in the entry, with the pizza box in her hands, was Mrs. Wilson.
"Oh, Mrs. Wilson, I'm sorry! I need a towel from downstairs!" Eva whimpered.
Mrs. Wilson stared at her, mouth gaping. She stood, taller and much fatter then Eva, dressed in a dress that did little to hide her bulk. Even from 20 ft. away, Eva could see the whiskers on her neck and smell her musty smell. It made her want to gag.
Mrs. Wilson cleared her throat. "Don't be silly, dearie. Come in her and grab a blanket. The pizza is getting cold!"
Eva was afraid to disagree and snuck slowly into the living room, trying to cover her breasts and pussy. She could feel Mrs. Wilson's gaze, like a slimy snail, crawling over young skin. When she got to the couch, she grabbed the throw and wrapped it around herself. Unfortunately, it was a smaller throw and barely covered her ass, exposing the tops of her breasts and offering a flash of pussy when she sat down on a stool at the kitchen island. Mrs. Wilson quietly opened the pizza box, and offered her a slice.
"I hope you don't mind me stopping by, dearie," Mrs. Wilson purred. "I wanted to make sure you had dinner all set. I was thinking of spending the night here too, just to make sure you're doing okay." Her eyes darkened, a flash of something predatory crossing her face.
"Oh no, Mrs. Wilson, that's not necessary," Eva stuttered, her stomach dropping. "I'm sure you have a lot to do this weekend, no need to spend so much time with me." She nibbled at her pizza, no longer hungry in the presence of her old, ugly neighbor.
"Oh but dearie, it would be my pleasure!" Mrs. Wilson came around the island and gathered Eva in a hug. She could feel the girl's heart pounding and smelled her sweet scent as she pressed Eva into her, rocking her in her arms and stroking her back. "I can't imagine a better weekend spent."
Eva was paralyzed. She was trapped in the larger women's embrace. Her arms were pinned to her sides as her face was pressed into Mrs. Wilson's bosom. She was suffocating in Mrs. Wilson's musty, sweaty smell, her body odor trapping her in. Mrs. Wilson's hands were stroking her bare shoulders, slowly, pushing down on the throw, until she felt it come loose, and drop to her lap, exposing her chest and back.
"Oh no, dearie, look at that! You must be cold," Mrs. Wilson took a step closer, holding the girl more closely to her. Her hands started rubbing Eva's back, touching the sides of her breasts and top of her ass. "Let me warm you, dearie. Come let Mummy Wilson get you warm."