Text Her (Nice Route)

With the image of your mother's best friend pulsating in your mind, you decided against playing with fire; instead opting to text Jackie and let her know how you were feeling.

"Hey Jackie, my mom said that I'd be able to text you since I'm not feeling too well." Your heart raced, regardless of the innocent nature of your text. Almost immediately, Jackie responded.

"Oh you poor thing, I'll be right over with some cough syrup. I have the extra strong kind, so you'll be feeling better in no time!"

Somehow, the context of 'cough syrup' seemed a bit worrisome, given her earlier message to you. Not thinking too much of it, you began browsing more profiles on your phone. As you scrolled, you were shocked at the sheer amount of people you knew on the app; you even found your best friend Ashley's mom on there; thank god she hadn't seen your profile yet, or it would've made for a horrifically awkward next carpool trips.

Suddenly, you heard the front door open, and quickly closed your phone, opting to look at your computer screen instead. You began watching a show, albeit drowsily, as the effects of the medicine that your mom gave you began to kick in much more strongly.

"Doug?" Jackie's voice called out, almost with a hint of anticipation. "I'm coming up the stairs, sweetheart."

"O-okay" You could barely muster out a response; between your sore throat and drowsiness, you were almost incapacitated.

Slowly opening your door, Jackie peeked her head through. Remembering her height on her profile, it seemed like she understated just how big she was-- she stood at around 6'9, rather than the 6'6 indicated on her profile. She walked into the room, towering over you. She was dressed in a sports tank top, and a tight pair of spandex pants that did not leave much to the imagination. Her curves were nearly bursting out of her outfit, and the bulge in her tights caused a lump in your throat that nearly made you **** on your own breath.

"Oh, Doug, you poor thing." She sat next to you on the edge of the bed and put her hand on your forehead. Quickly, a mixture of her musk and natural odor permeated the air, intoxicating you. The motherly disposition that she had was racing in your head; the words ****, face fucking, selfish from her profile flashed quickly through your mind and then dissipated. Jackie, luckily, did not pick up on your inner conflict, and continued to stroke your hair. As her scent began to fill your room, you stirred, somehow the combination of medication and her natural aroma had almost left you at her whim; you found yourself subconsciously grabbing onto her massive thigh and caressing it. Jackie shuddered, almost as if she was trying to stifle something, and stood up. She quickly strained against her pants, before turning and closing your blinds. Even in the dark, her massive figure was apparent, her curves so in your face that you were left nearly salivating.

"Oh, Doug, I just got back from a really hard workout, I don't think you should be around there." Again, you swore you heard a tinge of anticipation in her voice.

Due to her heavy musk, your nostrils filled and you began coughing. Jackie immediately turned back towards you and produced a small vial from her bra.

"Sorry about the storage, but I didn't have time to get my purse, sweetie. This cough syrup is much stronger than the one your mom gave, so you'll be able to sleep much better." She continued to run her hands through your hair, looking extremely concerned.

Edit: Kinda scratching my head for where to take this, any ideas appreciated! :)