A Very Special Delivery
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I never wanted to work while I was attending college, so I spent the better part of my summers delivering pizza, trying to save up some spending cash for the school year. My friends have always given me shit for my work ethic, but my grades earned me nearly a full ride and my parents picked up the rest of the cost of school, but any party money - I had to earn that myself.
Since I didn’t want to work at all during the school year, I had to work Fridays and Saturdays all summer, to get the most tips I could. It wasn’t too awful. My other friends who came back home (or stayed behind) would usually have a party, but it wouldn’t get going til 11 or Midnight anyway. Since we weren’t a chain or anything and I knew the owner, I never had to clock-out. Just take the last order of the night, ditch the delivery sign in my trunk, head to the party and bring the cash from the last order in the next day.
One night in early August I had a delivery around 10pm. I get to a fairly nice house in a quiet subdivision. I walk up to the door and hit the doorbell once and knock on the door three times (just a habit I picked up since some doorbells don’t work). Thru the semi-circular window in the door, I see a blonde woman approach. She opened the door and I was almost speechless. Before me was a stunning 30 something blonde with blue eyes and nearly flawless curves. How did I know? She was barely wearing a robe. A short little flowery silk or satin number that just went down to the top of her thighs.. Even though she had the belt tied around her waist the sides of the robe were separated, pulled back enough that I could easily see her entire left tit and most of her right (including her nipple). Below her belt the robe flaps were closer together, but not so much that I couldn’t tell she goes for the full Brazilian.
Sounds like something out of a porno, I know. I had been delivering pizza for three years and nothing like this had ever happened. When I started this job, I was hoping some of those stories were based in reality, but pretty much my experiences were moms in a hectic frenzy to feed their k**s, lonely old guys, and bunch of gamers who leave the door open and money on the table so they don’t have to stop their games of global warfare. With the exception of a few of the moms being kinda cute, I quickly gave up the idea of the “pizza boy fantasy.”
Until tonight! I gained what little composure I could muster, and said “Hi, thin crust pepperoni and green pepper?”
“That’s me. How much was it again?”
“13.87”
“Let me get my purse.” She spun, giving me a lovely view of her backside as well. The robe was so short the bottom of her ass cheeks hung below the hemline.
She returned after what was probably only 30 seconds, but felt like forever. I still had a lump in my throat and possibly one growing in my pants (the whole thing threw me off, someone could have stolen my car from behind me and I wouldn’t have even noticed). She handed me a $20 and asked my name.
“Jimmy...Jim” Most of my life I’d gone by Jimmy, but I’ve been trying to introduce myself to new people as Jim. Jimmy is too...youthful.
“Are you sure, Jimmy-Jim? Strange parents to give you two of the same name?”
“Jim” I told her. “I used to use Jimmy, but now I’m using Jim.”
“Too bad,” she said “I kinda like ‘Jimmy’. Tell me Jimmy, are you over 21?”
“I am.”
“What time do you get done working?” She was looking right at me. I was trying to keep eye contact, but couldn’t help myself from drifting my vision downward.”
“Um, probably in about an hour.”
“Do you have any plans?” she asked - I could tell she was getting at something, it was all I could do to just keep answering without getting tongue tied.
“Just a party a couple friends of mine are throwing.”
“Well, Jimmy,” (she wouldn’t stop calling me that) “my husband is out of town for the weekend and I realized I’m almost out of something to wash this down with. I really don’t want to leave the house tonight” she said with almost a pout. “Do you think I could get you to run past the store and bring me a six pack of beer? Would you? Before you go to your party?”
When she said husband, I could feel everything deflate within me. She must have noticed because she immediately continued:
“Here’s another $20. Whatever you don’t spend, you keep as tip. Just bring it after you ‘get off’ and maybe I’ll let you come in and have one or two...if you want.”
“Of course, I’d be happy to” I replied.
“I thought you would.” She said this with a knowing smile.
She handed me the $20. I walked off with all kinds of thoughts swirling in my head. I could barely even remember I had to go back to the restaurant. About a block away, everything that just happened hit me. Not only did she answer the door like it was a porno, she INVITED ME BACK!
I drove back to work and tried to act as normal as possible. Luckily, we sell beer in the restaurant and the boss will let us buy a few bottles from him at the end of our shift at cost. That’s a nice easy way to keep most of that money for the tip. She didn’t tell me the brand she wanted, and I didn’t want to seem cheap so I left the domestics alone and grabbed six from a local microbrew. There were two more orders they wanted me to take out and that would end my shift. I looked at the addresses. “Shit!” I said out loud, gaining the attention of one of the cooks, who was just waiting for the last pizza to come out of the oven.
“What’s up?” he asked
“Oh...nothing really - Just the delivery area of these two.”
“I thought that’s where you liked to finish your night, so you’re near your party.”
He was right. Any other night I’d love to end on that side of town. I had one friend who had a Friday night party and he had it every week for the last two summers. I guess I hadn’t realized just how often I ask for the orders on that side of our delivery radius at the end of the night.
“Yeah, no. It is...usually” I was getting flustered. “Just tonight I was going to meet a friend and she’s on the other side of town.” Fuck, I said “she’s.”
“OH, SHE IS, IS SHE! - Jimmy’s got himself a girlfriend he’s planning on seeing tonight!”
The other kitchen workers chimed in their own brand of juvenile male humor. “Jimmy, is she hot?” “Jimmy, does she give head?” “Does she swallow, Jimmy?” They were just giving me shit, but little did they know these are things I might actually find out about our customer they just made a pizza for not even an hour ago.
“She’s just a friend guys” I said, figuring I shouldn’t keep anyone thinking I was planning on getting laid (At least, that’s what I was hoping would happen). Didn’t really matter, they continued to make my life hell for the next five minutes (may as well have been five hours, the way it felt).
Finally the orders were good to go. I grabbed the pizza bags, with their tickets and my six pack of tasty beer and got on my way. I really just wanted to rush to her place…”her” - I didn’t even get her name. What was the name on the ticket? Johnson? Johnston? Brown? Fuck if I could remember at this point. As much as I urged to get back to her, I had to deliver these two orders, or my summer job would be over.
The first delivery were the gamer boys. A small apartment complex with about 20 different buildings, each with six - eight apartments. We get at least two orders over here a night (The gamer boys are always on the weekends, or when a new game comes out). Per usual they were zoned out, controllers in hand, calling each other bitch, cocksucker, and giving pretty vivid details of carnal knowledge of someone’s mom. I dropped off their order - 2 XL pizzas and four 2 liter bottles of a highly caffeinated soda. I guess one for each of them. I grabbed the cash - $50 even for a $47.68 tab. Always the big tippers these guys.
The other order was what seemed to be a card game in progress. I could see the table from the door. One woman at the table was raising on a 4-7 off suit (not even the same color). She must not be that experienced because she didn’t hold her cards close. No mannerisms for someone with some poker experience - and she was raising bad cards. She probably has beginners luck and doesn’t know any better. She’ll draw a full house against someone’s three kings or something. $35.58 for their bill and they gave me $40. Well, a better tip than the gamer boys at least. Wasn’t until later I realized I saw some clothing on the floor...wonder if they were playing strip poker?
I got back to my car and threw the sign in the trunk. I seemed to catch every red light on my drive back to the other side of town. Each stop I was more and more nervous for what was awaiting me. After all, she said she was married. I didn’t really care that much, just didn’t want to get into a spot where her husband came home early. I finally made it back to her house, and found a parking spot on the street about four houses down. Even if she had nosey neighbors, the way the street curved, it’d be hard to tell which house I was headed to once I walked away.
With the beer in my left hand, I once again rang the doorbell and knocked three times. Heh, habits.
The lighting through the window wasn’t as bright as earlier. Still I could see her figure move through the dimmed mood lighting and to the door.
“Jimmy!” She seemed happy to see me again as she opened the door. “I’m glad you made it back. I was worried you took my $20 and ran off to your party.”
“I couldn’t do that” I explained, “You know, we pride ourselves on our customer service.”
She was still as stunning as before, if not more in the dimmed light. I was disappointed that her robe was closed up this time. Her ass still curved out from underneath , but I was denied the spectacle of earlier. She reached out and took the beer from my hand.
“Nice Choice. Are you coming in for one, or are you off to your party?”
“I think I can stay for one…” I let it trail off as if it was understood that “or something more.” was part of the sentence.
She instructed me to remove my shoes as I followed her into the house. For August, it was pretty clear and cool. She had windows open and the d****s had a slight blow in the gentle breeze that passed through the house. The house had wood floors and an open floor plan. The furniture was modern and mostly decorated in whites or grays. There were pictures on the wall from various family events. I found one with her husband and sized him up. He was of average build and didn’t seem more than four or six inches taller than her. I suppose I could take him, or at least defend myself long enough to get out if he made an appearance.
We walked to the kitchen which followed the same modern theme as the rest of the floor. Stainless appliances, dark stained cabinets and granite counter tops. The pizza box from earlier was still on the counter.
“How was it? The pizza?”
“Tasty.”
She set the beer in the bottom of the fridge, removed two from the box and set them on the counter. She closed the fridge and took a magnetic bottle opener off the door and freed the bottles from the grip of the metal caps.
“Glass?”
“No thanks, bottle is fine.”
“Fine for me too, Jimmy. So, what did you think of my little show for you earlier?
I could feel embarrassment turning my cheeks red. “It was great, but I was so thrown off, I wasn’t even sure what I was doing...or if I’d really taken it all in.” I tried to say it in a flirty tone, as if a little more show would be nice.
“And you did catch the part where I said I’m married, right Jimmy?”
“Well, that wasn’t exactly the words you used - you said your husband ‘was out of town.’”
“And you came back,” she continued, “even after you figured that out? What did you think would happen once you came back?”
I felt like I was taking a test. “I had to bring you the beer. You offered me one, so I figured that much. After that...I’m not sure. I guess I felt there would be another show, if not more…” I said it out loud this time.
“I guess you’re pretty perceptive Jimmy….drink some beer.” I hadn’t realized I hadn’t even had a sip yet. I had finally had enough time to get a good look at her. She stood about 5’4” and had to weigh about 115 to 120 pounds. She was rocking about a 34C chest, a tight waist and 32 hips. I would guess she was about 32, and it was clear she worked out, or worked in a field that kept her in shape. She wasn’t muscular, but she was toned.
“As I said earlier, my husband is out of town. But, he knows you came by earlier.”
I just about choked on my beer hearing this. She made sure I was alright, then laughed at me. She continued.
“We like to put on a show and see what happens. When he’s away, I order something for delivery; pizza, Chinese, maybe make sure a package gets delivered. You probably didn’t realize it, but I had my laptop on the counter with the camera facing the door. I had him on in a video chat and he saw every bit of your dumbfounded reaction earlier.”
Hearing this, I started to look around for another computer, or some hidden camera. Was I being watched right now?
“Don’t worry” she said, sensing my paranoia. “There aren’t any cameras right now. He has no idea you’re here tonight. I usually tip an extra $10 and ask the driver to keep this our secret. Tonight though…” She paused as if she still wanted to tell me something, but needed a moment to bring herself to say it…”Tonight, I’m feeling particularly lonely, and that’s why I asked you to come back. The mic is too far away and he never hears what I say to the drivers, so I knew I could give you money for the beer and he would think it was just my usual extra tip.
“I took one look at you on my porch and knew you would be perfect; usually he’s gone for no more than a week, maybe 10 days. This assignment he’s on now though.” she seemed a little down when she said this, “He’s been gone for almost 2 months.
“I’ve tried to take care of myself. We play with each other on the camera, but it’s never the same as someone else’s touch. And that’s what I need tonight Jimmy, I need someone else’s touch.” She brought her eyes up my body and met my stare. She took two steps toward me and put her index finger from her right hand on my left shoulder. She dragged it toward my chest and asked “Can you help me tonight Jimmy, can you help me with my loneliness?” The tone in her voice was back to playful flirtiness.
I was still trying to be cool, but everything inside of me was racing. I should have played it smooth, looked her in the eyes, taken her head in my hands and pulled her in for a kiss. What I did was something that sounded like a bad grunting “uh-huh.”
Still, she was ready to go. She was like a lioness on the hunt and I was her prey and at this point I don’t think I was getting away (not that I wanted to). I could feel myself getting hard in my jeans. I forgot about the cameras, the paranoia, her husband...all of that just slipped away as she continued to touch me with her fingers. She took the half-finished beer from my hand, grabbed my by the bottom of my shirt and started pulling me to the bedroom.
She led me upstairs to what had to be a guest bedroom. A smaller room on the second floor with nice, but standard furniture: a well made queen size bed with white sheets and a white comforter, a modest black dresser under the window and an end table on either side of the bed, each with a wooden table lamp and basic ivory shade. The room had simple light curtains that blew in the light breeze coming in from the open window that looked out over the back of the house. She had already lit candles in this room and had three on the dresser in glass jars that protected their flame from the incoming wind and two on each of the end tables more open. The flicker of the candles cast an amber glow on the lightly shaded walls.
She turned me away from the bed, took my shirt and pulled it above my head. She then undid the belt on her robe, and with every bit of ease about her, let back her arms and it slid right from her shoulders to the floor. then she reached for my jeans, unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled them down from the hips. My now hard cock was tenting big time in my boxers. I stepped out of my jeans and kicked my socks off with my feet. We were now one pair of underwear from both being completely naked. She reached out with her right hand, slid over my balls and dick toward my waistband. Then grabbed the elastic with both hands on either side, pulled slightly toward her, past my cock, then off my ass and down to the floor as the final piece of my clothing pile.
She put pressure on my chest, making it clear she wanted me to sit on the bed and I complied. If this night was going to be about what she needed to not feel so alone, I was going to do my best to make that happen, and maybe bring some added pleasure to her (I’d love to get an invite back).
Back in my sophomore year in college, just before I turned 21, I was dating a girl who you could call more of a “free spirit.” She was 20 as well, and never really into the club or party scene. So instead of spending our weekends trying to sneak into bars or get fake id’s for beer, we would lock ourselves in her dorm room and fuck the nights away. To say that she was in tune with her body would be an understatement. She made damn sure I knew what she liked and how she liked it, and wasn’t going to let me spend our time having me fumble around learning what makes a chick get off. She wanted to get right into the pleasure and had no problem teaching me what I needed to know about her. Lucky for me, right? After we separated (she dropped out), I had no problem finding my way to the right erogenous zones of my partners and had them climaxing multiple times, or even long, drawn out orgasms that would wave over them and last for two or three minutes.
It was nice to go from the guy who just thought it was all about one or two positions to have the confidence to know I was going to get her there, and have no problem doing it.
Thinking back to my ex must have put me in a daydream for a moment. I hadn’t even noticed she had pulled a condom from somewhere and had it half out of the package and laying on my leg. I could sense the candlelight bringing a much brighter glow to the room. When I noticed her get up and start screaming is when I fully became aware of what was happening.
The brighter glow wasn’t just the candle, a curtain at the window had caught fire! She was at the window in a flash. “Shit, Shit, Shit” she just kept repeating it while she grabbed the curtain, and pulled it from the candle jar it had blown into. That rush of air made the flames grow bigger. she grabbed high and yanked, but only tore a portion of the flaming fabric from the wall.
“Fire Extinguisher - under the sink in the kitchen!”
I jumped out of the bed and rushed down the stairs. Halfway down the alarming beep of the smoke detector was going off. I could feel my half hard cock bang back and forth and slap my thighs as I ran to the sink. I opened the door, found the extinguisher hanging on the left side right behind the door. I grabbed it, took a step back and about jumped to the ceiling with the angry yowl that came from under my foot.
Then I felt a tear of burning pain at my ankle. I looked down just in time to see the tail of a cat running around the corner. I had stepped on it and it retaliated by clawing across the bottom of my leg and ran off.
“Where the fuck did you come from!” I yelled angrily. I remembered the fire extinguisher and ran back to the guest room. There was still curtain burning on the wall so I pulled the pin, aimed and fired the chemical toward the fire. I wish she had yelled “Wait!” about two seconds sooner. The wind was starting to blow harder in the window and while it extinguished the flames, it also blew the sulfuric smelling dust all over the room and our naked bodies.
I looked on the floor to find the comforter from the bed now covering the portion of the curtain she had pulled off the wall. She must have smothered the flames with it while I was downstairs. It had burn holes and char marks throughout and was a total loss. There was a blackened scorch mark running alongside the window. The remaining candles still flickered and now highlighted the dust that now filled the air of the room. She was naked, stunned and took on more of the extinguisher dust than I did. I had it in my hair and on my chest. I stood there, now flaccid, bleeding from the ankle onto the wooden floor, not knowing what to say, or what to do. The piercing beep from the smoke alarm finally ceased.
She swallowed and regained her composure, looked at me and noticed the blood. “Oh, Fuck!” she said fairly loudly. She grabbed the comforter, knocked me onto the bed and dabbed it bloody cuts.
“What the hell happened to you?”
“I found your cat the hard way.”
She didn’t really have much to say after that. Clearly the mood was gone. She and I were still naked, but now more vulnerable and no longer in the sexual sense.
“Let me help take care of this.” I said. The tone in my voice was caring, as if I knew she wouldn’t want her husband to find out about this and I can be your knight in shining armor...I least that’s what I was going for.
She gave me a ‘you’re so sweet’ look and said, “No, I think I’d better take care of it and you should probably sneak out of here before someone comes by to see if I’m alright.”
Knowing she was right, I put my clothes back on, tried to say something comforting, but it came out sounding like “hey, this was great and thanks for the almost sex.” I don’t think there was much I could say at that moment. I’m not sure how much longer her husband was going to be gone, but she’d have to explain why the guest bedroom got torched while he was away.
“Don’t worry Jimmy” she said reassuringly,”I’m alright. I’ve got this.”
There wasn’t much else to tell after that. I walked downstairs, grabbed my shoes and headed for the back door (being careful not to find the cat with my feet again). I worked my way along the fence line and moved a couple houses over before heading back to the street where my car was.
I pulled away, and drove past her house. She was standing at her front door, this time in a long modest terry cloth robe, and nodding that things are alright to her neighbors who had heard commotion and came to check on her.
I went home, showered and cleaned my wounds. There was no way I was falling asleep with all the adrenaline still running through me. I grabbed my keys, a couple beers I had in the fridge and went to my friends party.
“Late night for you?”
“I had a run-in with a cat.”
The next weekend she called and ordered a pizza again. I recognized the address and made sure it would be mine to deliver.
I approached her porch with pizza in hand, rang the bell and knocked three times.
This time she answered the door in a well fitting low cut shirt and short shorts that showed most of her leg. A hot outfit, but nothing like the show from last week.
“Jimmy!” She seemed happy to see me at least.
“Hi…” I peaked over her shoulder, looking for her laptop and her voyeuristic husband…”we being watched?”
“No, he doesn’t know about you being here tonight. I just wanted to say I was sorry for putting you through all that last week. It all must have been shocking and surprising for you.”
“It was unreal. I’m still trying to process it all as it happened.”
“Jimmy, if you’re up for it, I’d like to try again. Maybe a little less seductive, no surprises...and no candles. Tonight, if you can.”
I almost couldn’t believe I was getting a second shot at this chick.
“Of course” I said. I’ll come by after my shift.
She took the pizza, paid me and gave me a hug. I left the porch, went back to work.
I finished up my shift with the usual delivery to the gamers, then went back to her place.
I was invited in and found she was able to paint over the scorch marks, and replace the curtains and comforter with identical matches. There wasn’t any trace of blood anywhere that I could tell. It was as if the whole thing never happened.
I wish I had a great, fantastic, intense, passionate story about that night. It was pretty good though. She was satisfied, I was spent. I stayed the night and skipped the weekly party.
I had one more summer delivering pizzas and I was able to get with her a few more times before I moved on to a new post college career.
That wasn’t the last time I saw her though. Years later my fiance and I were vacationing in Las Vegas and she and her husband sat down at the blackjack table we were playing at. I recognized her immediately. I gave them a second to sit and get chips before trying to catch her eye. “JIMMY! OH MY GOD!”
And what happens in Vegas...is a story for another time.
Since I didn’t want to work at all during the school year, I had to work Fridays and Saturdays all summer, to get the most tips I could. It wasn’t too awful. My other friends who came back home (or stayed behind) would usually have a party, but it wouldn’t get going til 11 or Midnight anyway. Since we weren’t a chain or anything and I knew the owner, I never had to clock-out. Just take the last order of the night, ditch the delivery sign in my trunk, head to the party and bring the cash from the last order in the next day.
One night in early August I had a delivery around 10pm. I get to a fairly nice house in a quiet subdivision. I walk up to the door and hit the doorbell once and knock on the door three times (just a habit I picked up since some doorbells don’t work). Thru the semi-circular window in the door, I see a blonde woman approach. She opened the door and I was almost speechless. Before me was a stunning 30 something blonde with blue eyes and nearly flawless curves. How did I know? She was barely wearing a robe. A short little flowery silk or satin number that just went down to the top of her thighs.. Even though she had the belt tied around her waist the sides of the robe were separated, pulled back enough that I could easily see her entire left tit and most of her right (including her nipple). Below her belt the robe flaps were closer together, but not so much that I couldn’t tell she goes for the full Brazilian.
Sounds like something out of a porno, I know. I had been delivering pizza for three years and nothing like this had ever happened. When I started this job, I was hoping some of those stories were based in reality, but pretty much my experiences were moms in a hectic frenzy to feed their k**s, lonely old guys, and bunch of gamers who leave the door open and money on the table so they don’t have to stop their games of global warfare. With the exception of a few of the moms being kinda cute, I quickly gave up the idea of the “pizza boy fantasy.”
Until tonight! I gained what little composure I could muster, and said “Hi, thin crust pepperoni and green pepper?”
“That’s me. How much was it again?”
“13.87”
“Let me get my purse.” She spun, giving me a lovely view of her backside as well. The robe was so short the bottom of her ass cheeks hung below the hemline.
She returned after what was probably only 30 seconds, but felt like forever. I still had a lump in my throat and possibly one growing in my pants (the whole thing threw me off, someone could have stolen my car from behind me and I wouldn’t have even noticed). She handed me a $20 and asked my name.
“Jimmy...Jim” Most of my life I’d gone by Jimmy, but I’ve been trying to introduce myself to new people as Jim. Jimmy is too...youthful.
“Are you sure, Jimmy-Jim? Strange parents to give you two of the same name?”
“Jim” I told her. “I used to use Jimmy, but now I’m using Jim.”
“Too bad,” she said “I kinda like ‘Jimmy’. Tell me Jimmy, are you over 21?”
“I am.”
“What time do you get done working?” She was looking right at me. I was trying to keep eye contact, but couldn’t help myself from drifting my vision downward.”
“Um, probably in about an hour.”
“Do you have any plans?” she asked - I could tell she was getting at something, it was all I could do to just keep answering without getting tongue tied.
“Just a party a couple friends of mine are throwing.”
“Well, Jimmy,” (she wouldn’t stop calling me that) “my husband is out of town for the weekend and I realized I’m almost out of something to wash this down with. I really don’t want to leave the house tonight” she said with almost a pout. “Do you think I could get you to run past the store and bring me a six pack of beer? Would you? Before you go to your party?”
When she said husband, I could feel everything deflate within me. She must have noticed because she immediately continued:
“Here’s another $20. Whatever you don’t spend, you keep as tip. Just bring it after you ‘get off’ and maybe I’ll let you come in and have one or two...if you want.”
“Of course, I’d be happy to” I replied.
“I thought you would.” She said this with a knowing smile.
She handed me the $20. I walked off with all kinds of thoughts swirling in my head. I could barely even remember I had to go back to the restaurant. About a block away, everything that just happened hit me. Not only did she answer the door like it was a porno, she INVITED ME BACK!
I drove back to work and tried to act as normal as possible. Luckily, we sell beer in the restaurant and the boss will let us buy a few bottles from him at the end of our shift at cost. That’s a nice easy way to keep most of that money for the tip. She didn’t tell me the brand she wanted, and I didn’t want to seem cheap so I left the domestics alone and grabbed six from a local microbrew. There were two more orders they wanted me to take out and that would end my shift. I looked at the addresses. “Shit!” I said out loud, gaining the attention of one of the cooks, who was just waiting for the last pizza to come out of the oven.
“What’s up?” he asked
“Oh...nothing really - Just the delivery area of these two.”
“I thought that’s where you liked to finish your night, so you’re near your party.”
He was right. Any other night I’d love to end on that side of town. I had one friend who had a Friday night party and he had it every week for the last two summers. I guess I hadn’t realized just how often I ask for the orders on that side of our delivery radius at the end of the night.
“Yeah, no. It is...usually” I was getting flustered. “Just tonight I was going to meet a friend and she’s on the other side of town.” Fuck, I said “she’s.”
“OH, SHE IS, IS SHE! - Jimmy’s got himself a girlfriend he’s planning on seeing tonight!”
The other kitchen workers chimed in their own brand of juvenile male humor. “Jimmy, is she hot?” “Jimmy, does she give head?” “Does she swallow, Jimmy?” They were just giving me shit, but little did they know these are things I might actually find out about our customer they just made a pizza for not even an hour ago.
“She’s just a friend guys” I said, figuring I shouldn’t keep anyone thinking I was planning on getting laid (At least, that’s what I was hoping would happen). Didn’t really matter, they continued to make my life hell for the next five minutes (may as well have been five hours, the way it felt).
Finally the orders were good to go. I grabbed the pizza bags, with their tickets and my six pack of tasty beer and got on my way. I really just wanted to rush to her place…”her” - I didn’t even get her name. What was the name on the ticket? Johnson? Johnston? Brown? Fuck if I could remember at this point. As much as I urged to get back to her, I had to deliver these two orders, or my summer job would be over.
The first delivery were the gamer boys. A small apartment complex with about 20 different buildings, each with six - eight apartments. We get at least two orders over here a night (The gamer boys are always on the weekends, or when a new game comes out). Per usual they were zoned out, controllers in hand, calling each other bitch, cocksucker, and giving pretty vivid details of carnal knowledge of someone’s mom. I dropped off their order - 2 XL pizzas and four 2 liter bottles of a highly caffeinated soda. I guess one for each of them. I grabbed the cash - $50 even for a $47.68 tab. Always the big tippers these guys.
The other order was what seemed to be a card game in progress. I could see the table from the door. One woman at the table was raising on a 4-7 off suit (not even the same color). She must not be that experienced because she didn’t hold her cards close. No mannerisms for someone with some poker experience - and she was raising bad cards. She probably has beginners luck and doesn’t know any better. She’ll draw a full house against someone’s three kings or something. $35.58 for their bill and they gave me $40. Well, a better tip than the gamer boys at least. Wasn’t until later I realized I saw some clothing on the floor...wonder if they were playing strip poker?
I got back to my car and threw the sign in the trunk. I seemed to catch every red light on my drive back to the other side of town. Each stop I was more and more nervous for what was awaiting me. After all, she said she was married. I didn’t really care that much, just didn’t want to get into a spot where her husband came home early. I finally made it back to her house, and found a parking spot on the street about four houses down. Even if she had nosey neighbors, the way the street curved, it’d be hard to tell which house I was headed to once I walked away.
With the beer in my left hand, I once again rang the doorbell and knocked three times. Heh, habits.
The lighting through the window wasn’t as bright as earlier. Still I could see her figure move through the dimmed mood lighting and to the door.
“Jimmy!” She seemed happy to see me again as she opened the door. “I’m glad you made it back. I was worried you took my $20 and ran off to your party.”
“I couldn’t do that” I explained, “You know, we pride ourselves on our customer service.”
She was still as stunning as before, if not more in the dimmed light. I was disappointed that her robe was closed up this time. Her ass still curved out from underneath , but I was denied the spectacle of earlier. She reached out and took the beer from my hand.
“Nice Choice. Are you coming in for one, or are you off to your party?”
“I think I can stay for one…” I let it trail off as if it was understood that “or something more.” was part of the sentence.
She instructed me to remove my shoes as I followed her into the house. For August, it was pretty clear and cool. She had windows open and the d****s had a slight blow in the gentle breeze that passed through the house. The house had wood floors and an open floor plan. The furniture was modern and mostly decorated in whites or grays. There were pictures on the wall from various family events. I found one with her husband and sized him up. He was of average build and didn’t seem more than four or six inches taller than her. I suppose I could take him, or at least defend myself long enough to get out if he made an appearance.
We walked to the kitchen which followed the same modern theme as the rest of the floor. Stainless appliances, dark stained cabinets and granite counter tops. The pizza box from earlier was still on the counter.
“How was it? The pizza?”
“Tasty.”
She set the beer in the bottom of the fridge, removed two from the box and set them on the counter. She closed the fridge and took a magnetic bottle opener off the door and freed the bottles from the grip of the metal caps.
“Glass?”
“No thanks, bottle is fine.”
“Fine for me too, Jimmy. So, what did you think of my little show for you earlier?
I could feel embarrassment turning my cheeks red. “It was great, but I was so thrown off, I wasn’t even sure what I was doing...or if I’d really taken it all in.” I tried to say it in a flirty tone, as if a little more show would be nice.
“And you did catch the part where I said I’m married, right Jimmy?”
“Well, that wasn’t exactly the words you used - you said your husband ‘was out of town.’”
“And you came back,” she continued, “even after you figured that out? What did you think would happen once you came back?”
I felt like I was taking a test. “I had to bring you the beer. You offered me one, so I figured that much. After that...I’m not sure. I guess I felt there would be another show, if not more…” I said it out loud this time.
“I guess you’re pretty perceptive Jimmy….drink some beer.” I hadn’t realized I hadn’t even had a sip yet. I had finally had enough time to get a good look at her. She stood about 5’4” and had to weigh about 115 to 120 pounds. She was rocking about a 34C chest, a tight waist and 32 hips. I would guess she was about 32, and it was clear she worked out, or worked in a field that kept her in shape. She wasn’t muscular, but she was toned.
“As I said earlier, my husband is out of town. But, he knows you came by earlier.”
I just about choked on my beer hearing this. She made sure I was alright, then laughed at me. She continued.
“We like to put on a show and see what happens. When he’s away, I order something for delivery; pizza, Chinese, maybe make sure a package gets delivered. You probably didn’t realize it, but I had my laptop on the counter with the camera facing the door. I had him on in a video chat and he saw every bit of your dumbfounded reaction earlier.”
Hearing this, I started to look around for another computer, or some hidden camera. Was I being watched right now?
“Don’t worry” she said, sensing my paranoia. “There aren’t any cameras right now. He has no idea you’re here tonight. I usually tip an extra $10 and ask the driver to keep this our secret. Tonight though…” She paused as if she still wanted to tell me something, but needed a moment to bring herself to say it…”Tonight, I’m feeling particularly lonely, and that’s why I asked you to come back. The mic is too far away and he never hears what I say to the drivers, so I knew I could give you money for the beer and he would think it was just my usual extra tip.
“I took one look at you on my porch and knew you would be perfect; usually he’s gone for no more than a week, maybe 10 days. This assignment he’s on now though.” she seemed a little down when she said this, “He’s been gone for almost 2 months.
“I’ve tried to take care of myself. We play with each other on the camera, but it’s never the same as someone else’s touch. And that’s what I need tonight Jimmy, I need someone else’s touch.” She brought her eyes up my body and met my stare. She took two steps toward me and put her index finger from her right hand on my left shoulder. She dragged it toward my chest and asked “Can you help me tonight Jimmy, can you help me with my loneliness?” The tone in her voice was back to playful flirtiness.
I was still trying to be cool, but everything inside of me was racing. I should have played it smooth, looked her in the eyes, taken her head in my hands and pulled her in for a kiss. What I did was something that sounded like a bad grunting “uh-huh.”
Still, she was ready to go. She was like a lioness on the hunt and I was her prey and at this point I don’t think I was getting away (not that I wanted to). I could feel myself getting hard in my jeans. I forgot about the cameras, the paranoia, her husband...all of that just slipped away as she continued to touch me with her fingers. She took the half-finished beer from my hand, grabbed my by the bottom of my shirt and started pulling me to the bedroom.
She led me upstairs to what had to be a guest bedroom. A smaller room on the second floor with nice, but standard furniture: a well made queen size bed with white sheets and a white comforter, a modest black dresser under the window and an end table on either side of the bed, each with a wooden table lamp and basic ivory shade. The room had simple light curtains that blew in the light breeze coming in from the open window that looked out over the back of the house. She had already lit candles in this room and had three on the dresser in glass jars that protected their flame from the incoming wind and two on each of the end tables more open. The flicker of the candles cast an amber glow on the lightly shaded walls.
She turned me away from the bed, took my shirt and pulled it above my head. She then undid the belt on her robe, and with every bit of ease about her, let back her arms and it slid right from her shoulders to the floor. then she reached for my jeans, unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled them down from the hips. My now hard cock was tenting big time in my boxers. I stepped out of my jeans and kicked my socks off with my feet. We were now one pair of underwear from both being completely naked. She reached out with her right hand, slid over my balls and dick toward my waistband. Then grabbed the elastic with both hands on either side, pulled slightly toward her, past my cock, then off my ass and down to the floor as the final piece of my clothing pile.
She put pressure on my chest, making it clear she wanted me to sit on the bed and I complied. If this night was going to be about what she needed to not feel so alone, I was going to do my best to make that happen, and maybe bring some added pleasure to her (I’d love to get an invite back).
Back in my sophomore year in college, just before I turned 21, I was dating a girl who you could call more of a “free spirit.” She was 20 as well, and never really into the club or party scene. So instead of spending our weekends trying to sneak into bars or get fake id’s for beer, we would lock ourselves in her dorm room and fuck the nights away. To say that she was in tune with her body would be an understatement. She made damn sure I knew what she liked and how she liked it, and wasn’t going to let me spend our time having me fumble around learning what makes a chick get off. She wanted to get right into the pleasure and had no problem teaching me what I needed to know about her. Lucky for me, right? After we separated (she dropped out), I had no problem finding my way to the right erogenous zones of my partners and had them climaxing multiple times, or even long, drawn out orgasms that would wave over them and last for two or three minutes.
It was nice to go from the guy who just thought it was all about one or two positions to have the confidence to know I was going to get her there, and have no problem doing it.
Thinking back to my ex must have put me in a daydream for a moment. I hadn’t even noticed she had pulled a condom from somewhere and had it half out of the package and laying on my leg. I could sense the candlelight bringing a much brighter glow to the room. When I noticed her get up and start screaming is when I fully became aware of what was happening.
The brighter glow wasn’t just the candle, a curtain at the window had caught fire! She was at the window in a flash. “Shit, Shit, Shit” she just kept repeating it while she grabbed the curtain, and pulled it from the candle jar it had blown into. That rush of air made the flames grow bigger. she grabbed high and yanked, but only tore a portion of the flaming fabric from the wall.
“Fire Extinguisher - under the sink in the kitchen!”
I jumped out of the bed and rushed down the stairs. Halfway down the alarming beep of the smoke detector was going off. I could feel my half hard cock bang back and forth and slap my thighs as I ran to the sink. I opened the door, found the extinguisher hanging on the left side right behind the door. I grabbed it, took a step back and about jumped to the ceiling with the angry yowl that came from under my foot.
Then I felt a tear of burning pain at my ankle. I looked down just in time to see the tail of a cat running around the corner. I had stepped on it and it retaliated by clawing across the bottom of my leg and ran off.
“Where the fuck did you come from!” I yelled angrily. I remembered the fire extinguisher and ran back to the guest room. There was still curtain burning on the wall so I pulled the pin, aimed and fired the chemical toward the fire. I wish she had yelled “Wait!” about two seconds sooner. The wind was starting to blow harder in the window and while it extinguished the flames, it also blew the sulfuric smelling dust all over the room and our naked bodies.
I looked on the floor to find the comforter from the bed now covering the portion of the curtain she had pulled off the wall. She must have smothered the flames with it while I was downstairs. It had burn holes and char marks throughout and was a total loss. There was a blackened scorch mark running alongside the window. The remaining candles still flickered and now highlighted the dust that now filled the air of the room. She was naked, stunned and took on more of the extinguisher dust than I did. I had it in my hair and on my chest. I stood there, now flaccid, bleeding from the ankle onto the wooden floor, not knowing what to say, or what to do. The piercing beep from the smoke alarm finally ceased.
She swallowed and regained her composure, looked at me and noticed the blood. “Oh, Fuck!” she said fairly loudly. She grabbed the comforter, knocked me onto the bed and dabbed it bloody cuts.
“What the hell happened to you?”
“I found your cat the hard way.”
She didn’t really have much to say after that. Clearly the mood was gone. She and I were still naked, but now more vulnerable and no longer in the sexual sense.
“Let me help take care of this.” I said. The tone in my voice was caring, as if I knew she wouldn’t want her husband to find out about this and I can be your knight in shining armor...I least that’s what I was going for.
She gave me a ‘you’re so sweet’ look and said, “No, I think I’d better take care of it and you should probably sneak out of here before someone comes by to see if I’m alright.”
Knowing she was right, I put my clothes back on, tried to say something comforting, but it came out sounding like “hey, this was great and thanks for the almost sex.” I don’t think there was much I could say at that moment. I’m not sure how much longer her husband was going to be gone, but she’d have to explain why the guest bedroom got torched while he was away.
“Don’t worry Jimmy” she said reassuringly,”I’m alright. I’ve got this.”
There wasn’t much else to tell after that. I walked downstairs, grabbed my shoes and headed for the back door (being careful not to find the cat with my feet again). I worked my way along the fence line and moved a couple houses over before heading back to the street where my car was.
I pulled away, and drove past her house. She was standing at her front door, this time in a long modest terry cloth robe, and nodding that things are alright to her neighbors who had heard commotion and came to check on her.
I went home, showered and cleaned my wounds. There was no way I was falling asleep with all the adrenaline still running through me. I grabbed my keys, a couple beers I had in the fridge and went to my friends party.
“Late night for you?”
“I had a run-in with a cat.”
The next weekend she called and ordered a pizza again. I recognized the address and made sure it would be mine to deliver.
I approached her porch with pizza in hand, rang the bell and knocked three times.
This time she answered the door in a well fitting low cut shirt and short shorts that showed most of her leg. A hot outfit, but nothing like the show from last week.
“Jimmy!” She seemed happy to see me at least.
“Hi…” I peaked over her shoulder, looking for her laptop and her voyeuristic husband…”we being watched?”
“No, he doesn’t know about you being here tonight. I just wanted to say I was sorry for putting you through all that last week. It all must have been shocking and surprising for you.”
“It was unreal. I’m still trying to process it all as it happened.”
“Jimmy, if you’re up for it, I’d like to try again. Maybe a little less seductive, no surprises...and no candles. Tonight, if you can.”
I almost couldn’t believe I was getting a second shot at this chick.
“Of course” I said. I’ll come by after my shift.
She took the pizza, paid me and gave me a hug. I left the porch, went back to work.
I finished up my shift with the usual delivery to the gamers, then went back to her place.
I was invited in and found she was able to paint over the scorch marks, and replace the curtains and comforter with identical matches. There wasn’t any trace of blood anywhere that I could tell. It was as if the whole thing never happened.
I wish I had a great, fantastic, intense, passionate story about that night. It was pretty good though. She was satisfied, I was spent. I stayed the night and skipped the weekly party.
I had one more summer delivering pizzas and I was able to get with her a few more times before I moved on to a new post college career.
That wasn’t the last time I saw her though. Years later my fiance and I were vacationing in Las Vegas and she and her husband sat down at the blackjack table we were playing at. I recognized her immediately. I gave them a second to sit and get chips before trying to catch her eye. “JIMMY! OH MY GOD!”
And what happens in Vegas...is a story for another time.
Vicky
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