David finds himself sighing inwardly, but then again Ms. Bell is the one person he can count as an actual friend...and it's not as if he isn't late for school already, so being a little more late hardly matters at this point. After all she's done for him, he can certainly help her in her time of need. David makes the detour and walks over.
"Can I give you a hand, Ms. Bell?" he asks.
"Oh David, you absolutely wonderful boy," She absolutely coos, her huge thick lips turning up into a bright smile, "Yes, please. I'm struggling ever so getting this inside. I thought I could handle it on my own but I'm just not as young as I used to be."
Ms. Bell shifts just enough to allow David to squeeze into a position to help her. It seems odd, though. He is helping, but barely given that Ms. Bell seems plenty strong enough to shift the dresser, even though she makes a show of struggling with it. David wonders, not for the first time, if she's simply manufacturing an opportunity to spend time with him. He doesn't mind that, after all she's one of the few people in his daily life he likes spending time with. He thinks to himself, if she extends the invite, he might just skip school and spend the day with her as she's far better company than anybody he might run across in school.
Once the dresser is inside and in place (and the door is closed and locked behind them, David can't help but notice) Ms. Bell turns to face him and unhesitatingly wraps him up in a body-burying embrace, actually lifting him from the ground in the sudden cuddling.
"Thank you so much," she tells him, actually nuzzling his nose with her own, "I know I'm not exactly the damsel in distress you probably want to rescue, but I appreciate the rescue nonetheless."
"Oh don't worry about that," says David automatically without thinking, "you're plenty worth rescuing. Happy to do it any time."
"Oh you're just too sweet," she giggles, her abundant fat seeming to quiver all over against him, "I probably shouldn't do this...but it's just the two of us and I've wanted to for a while now. Oh heck with it, you deserve this."
Before David knows what's happening, Ms. Bell has planted her big soft and wet lips over his and is now kissing him. Not just a motherly peck either but a full-on lip-lock with a sudden surging package of tongue. David's mouth is wide open in shock and Ms. Bell take's full advantage to give him a full oral examination with her large and slippery tongue. It's all David can do to hold on. He knows he probably shouldn't be doing this, but he fears what reaction Ms. Bell might have to being rejected, so in order to avoid that, he finds himself kissing back as best he can, wondering what exactly he should do in this situation. When his mouth is finally released, Ms. Bell plants several more huge wet kisses all over his face.
"I so shouldn't do this," Ms. Bell murmurs, "But you're so damn kissable. Every time I see you I just want to scoop you up and cover you in kisses...and so much more. Please don't be mad at me but I really need this right now. You wouldn't run away from a lonely old lady in her time of need, would you?"
Now David is really in a quandry. He probably shouldn't encourage this, but he's unsure he can even bring himself to stop it.
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