Disclaimer: All characters, while based on real people, are works entirely of fiction, and are used simply to make it easier for the author to show to the readers, visually, what the characters contained herein look like. All characters are 18+ and this is fiction.
Characters:
Wendy (Based on model Wendy Fiore)
Ema
Emma attended Arizona State University. She was walking across the quad one day when she noticed some friendly middle-aged women had a table set up. Across the table was a large banner that read 'Adopt-a-College-Student.' Being the college student with a part-time work-study job she was, she figured it could be a good opportunity for a free meal here and there. Might also be a good safety net if she were to need emergency lodging if she were to lose her part-time job and apartment. This is where she met Aunt Wendy. This is where her life changed forever.
It was 2:34 p.m. on a Friday afternoon when she got her first text from Wendy. She was just finishing up a leg day at the university rec center---her third of the week. Working out was something Emma took very seriously. She saw it as both an outlet for stress and a gratifying way of transforming her body.
She sat down on the floor by the squat rack as she read the text. It was her sixth set of squats anyway, so she needed the break.
Hi, my name is Wendy, and I'm going to be your sponsor for the 'Adopt-a-College-Student program! I was wondering if you were free this evening? I was going to make a traditional salmon Greek salad. That sound okay? If so, text me and I'll text you back with the address and time. Hoping to hear from you soon.
Em texted her back with her indicated interest. Wendy responded within minutes with the time of 6:30 p.m. and her address.
The rest of the gym session took her about an hour total. Thirty minutes and quads and hamstrings and thirty minutes of glutes. It's shallow but having one of the fattest asses on campus was a big deal to Emma, and as such, she took her training time very seriously. She was no stranger to the attention it garnered her. She caught men, especially black men, whispering and snickering to themselves when she walked by. Being catcalled, called a 'snow bunny,' or ogled in general was the routine. But secretly...She loved it. She loved the attention and the power from being put on a pedestal of their desire.
After finishing up, Em grabbed her gym bag from the cubbyhole by the front desk and was on her way out the door. It was mid-October of her sophomore semester, and the air was cool and dry in the Arizona Fall. The walk across campus to the parking garage was about fifteen or so minutes depending on her pace. Her legs were dead so she took her time that day, not seeing the rush. She had plenty of time for her 6:30 dinner reservation.
God, I can't believe I parked on the fourth floor, she thought to herself as she slowly trudged up the stairs. People snickered at her as she passed them by, knowing full well what she was going through. Em just smiled and kept on climbing those stairs.
Em reached her black Toyota Camry, popped the trunk, and tossed her gym bag in the back. Once inside, she took five minutes finding a podcast for her ten minute drive home. The time read 4:03 p.m. This gave her about two and a half hours to get home, get ready, and get to Wendy's house by 6:30. She hit the push-start and the car roared to life, and she was on her way.
It was 5:43 p.m. but she still could not for the life of her figure out what to wear. A simple dinner at someone's house and yet she was stumped. She was freshly showered, her makeup done, and otherwise ready to go. She frantically rummaged through her closet trying to find something, hoping something would stand out as an appropriate dinner dress. Anything.
She settled on a black mini bodycon dress with a plunging neckline. It might be revealing if she had any boobs to speak of. Thankfully, my ass more than made up for my lack of rack, she thought to herself as she looked herself over in the mirror.
Giving herself a last lookover in her full length bedroom mirror, Em grabbed my purse and was on her way. The evening was cool and full of promise.
Em pulled into her driveway at 6:25 p.m. The light was failing and dusk was setting in. The driveway was sloped steeply leading to a garage, so she pulled the parking brake for the peace of mind. The last thing she wanted to do was piss off her new sponsor by crashing into her garage. Seemed like this whole thing would be a short-lived arrangement in that scenario.
Getting out of her car, she was a little more nervous than she thought she would be. She thought it might be because she knew so little about her. She was a lawyer, thirty-nine years old, and single with no kids. That was about the extent of what Emma knew.
Standing on the porch, Em adjusted the bodice and skirt on her dress. The hemline of the skirt was a little above the midpoint of her thigh and she was suddenly feeling like it wasn't conservative enough. Em figured that if she was an uptight Christian woman than she just wouldn't like it very much and would find a new, less promiscuous college woman to sponsor.
Em rang the doorbell. It was one of the Amazon Ring's with the camera. She smiled cheekily and waved at the camera.
The deadbolt clicked, and then the door opened. Emma was instantly delighted to know she was the more modestly dressed of the two of them and didn't inadvertently commit a faux pas.
The woman looked slightly taller than her, and if she had to guess, was about 5'3. Em stood at a petite 5'0, so it wasn't saying much when someone was taller than her. The woman's hair was dark brown, wavy, and dropped to her mid-back. She was wearing a black dress as well, and it was fairly similar to Em's. There was an exception, however. The exception was that her tits were fucking massive and threatened to break free of her dress. Maybe the largest Em had seen in her life. The kind of tits that made one want to just want to die from getting smothered by them.
"Oh my god!" she said. "You're so adorable!" Wendy hugged her tightly on the porch and ushered her quickly inside.
The house was very nice and clean, decorated appropriately as any good suburban white woman would. Pictures of her graduating college, law school, and her plethora of academic and professional achievements adorned the walls, along with some rather expensive looking paintings and artwork. And the plants! So many plants!
The house smelled ambrosial with the smell of dinner cooking. After a quick tour of the house, the pair settled into the dining room that was conjoined with the kitchen. The table was small and intimate. Wendy offered Emma a seat and she only obliged only after offering her services to helping with dinner.
"Would you like some wine?" offered Wendy. She already had a bottle in her hand, some unrecognizable brand to Em. "This is an Italian household; we're drinking wine."
"Uhh, sure!" Em hesitated. "I'm twenty but there's no police hiding out here, I hope." Em giggled awkwardly at her terrible joke.
"Oh, fuck no. I prosecute those pigs," Wendy said with a wink as she set a glass in front of Emma and started pouring. It was a heavy pour that almost entirely filled up the goblet. She bent over slightly as she did, her heavy breasts displaying tremendous cleavage. She then poured a glass for herself and placed it down on the placemat by her plate.
Wendy sat down in front of Emma across the table. "So," she said before taking a long swig of her wine. "I have a confession to make. Just wanted to clear the air first before I drop this bomb on you later." Wendy spoke a lot using her hands. "I didn't choose you at random---you're actually my niece. I think the last time I saw you, you were around eight or nine, so you probably don't remember me. That was right before I moved out here to Arizona."
