Rachel and Eve have a heart to heart

Eve was waiting at the end of her driveway when Rachel pulled up, arms crossed tight beneath her breasts, eyeing Rachel with a modicum of suspicion.

Rachel rolled down the window, examining the blonde girl up and down. She was sexy in a tight fitting tank top and booty shorts that left very little to the imagination. She understood why John hadn’t been able to resist cumming all over that ass. “You ready, kiddo?”

A beat. Eve rolled her eyes. “I’m only doing this because my mom is making me. Also, I'm 18, so don’t call me kiddo.”

“Fine!” Rachel said, chuckling. “Just Eve then. And I’m just trying to get to know my neighbors, is that a crime?”

“Depends,” Eve said curtly. “Are you a criminal?”

“Well, there was that one time I shoplifted that halter top, but really it was the price tag that was criminal.”

That got a hint of a smile from Eve.

“So,” Rachel continued. “I was just thinking we’d go clothes shopping. I’m paying. Think of it as me buying your friendship if you must.”

“Heh, whatever,” Eve tried to play it off like she didn’t care, but she got in the car, and Rachel knew she’d won.

They stopped for coffee first, sipping their lattes outside the store in relative silence.

Rachel couldn’t keep her eyes off the little slut. Her shorts were cut mouthwateringly high, revealing a slice of pale thigh. And, of course, her tank top was so tight it looked painted on. She could see why John was so attracted to her. It was like she was begging to be fucked.

“So,” Rachel said, finally breaking the awkward silence. “What’s the deal with your parents? Your mom seems exhausted. And I get the vibe your dad is super busy too?”

Eve snorted, then looked away as if embarrassed to have reacted. “He’s fine. He’s just… weird lately.”

“Weird how?” Rachel pressed, eager to find out what had happened that fateful night.

“Just… I don’t know.” She poked at her drink. “Like he never used to care what I wore, but now if I wear anything cuter than, like, sweatpants, he gets all freaked out. Last week he grounded me for wearing a skirt to school.”

Eve’s voice dropped to a whisper. “And, I don’t know… Can you keep a secret?”

Rachel leaned in, holding back the grin bubbling up inside her. “Of course.”

“It’s not just the clothes thing.” Eve chewed her lip. “The other night… I caught him in my room, just like, standing there. He said he was sleepwalking, but… I don’t know. I felt like he was snooping.”

Rachel’s cunt throbbed thinking back to that night, knowing exactly what John had been up to, and even more thrilled now to know that Eve suspected… something.

Rachel leaned in closer, more fake concern. “It’s a dad thing. He spent so long ignoring you and now he’s noticed you’re a fucking goddess. He probably doesn’t know how to react.”

Eve seemed shocked. “You mean like, what? He thinks I’m attractive?”

Rachel leaned back now, shrugging and nonchalantly taking a sip of her latte. “I mean, yeah. All dads have to realize it eventually. He’s probably freaking out trying to figure out how to prevent you having freaking nasty sex all over the place.”

Eve blushed. “I wouldn’t… I mean I’m not… You think he thinks I’m sexy?”

“I’m sure of it,” Rachel said, then dropping her voice again. “How does that make you feel?”

Eve shrugged, but her breath shivered. “Kinda gross, maybe? But also, like… powerful?” She laughed, embarrassed. “Is that fucked up?”

“No. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Girls are supposed to be powerful. Men are just terrified of it.”

Another silence settled between them.

“Hey,” Rachel said. “Let’s say we go buy you something that’ll piss your dad off so much he’ll faint?”

Eve grinned, and Rachel felt victory bloom in her chest. John’s daughter was already well on her way to depravity. The seed was planted. Rachel only had to nourish it.