The Pizza Boy

Maybe it was the way he talked that attracted me to him. Maybe it was the way the rain soaked his shirt causing it to press against his chiseled body that turned me on. I remember the night as if it were yesterday. A rainy night in mid-June.

I had ordered a pizza and was growing impatient. I had been looking out the window, waiting for the pizza boy. Finally, he had arrived. I saw him and instantly felt my pussy get a little wet.

I licked my lips as he walked up to my door. He looked familiar, and I then remembered. He was the extremely distracting boy from my History class. Everyday, I would stare at him and daydream about the day I got him in my panties.

He rang the doorbell and I quickly snapped back to reality. Before I opened the door, I adjusted my shirt to reveal as much cleavage as I possibly could. I opened the door and gave him a very flirtatious smile.

"Hi," I said. He smiled at me, and he stared at my almost entirely uncovered breasts. I glanced down at his pants and noticed a tent forming. A small moan escaped my lips, and we both returned to reality.

I tried to make conversation to make him stay longer. "Hey, you're that guy from my History class, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yeah, your name's Danielle, right?" he said.

"Exactly. I'm sorry, I don't think I remember your name," I lied.

"Brad," he told me as he extended his hand. I shook it, and his strong grip only turned me on more. I took a step closer to him. He blinked as if returning from a daydream. He pulled out the pizza from his carrier and handed it to me.

"That'll be $8.50," he said. I took the pizza and stepped inside for a moment. I grabbed the money and went back outside. I handed it to him and came dangerously close to him. I kissed him only briefly before I pulled away.

I looked at him, shocked at what I had done, and I waited for him to do something. He pushed me against the door and kissed me. I struggled to turn the doorknob and eventually got it.

I led him upstairs to my bedroom. As we walked into my room, I pulled off his soaking wet shirt and threw it across the room. I locked the door and pushed Brad onto my bed. I climbed on top of him and unbucked his belt as I kissed him. He kicked off his shoes.

I took off his pants and pulled of my shirt. He reached up behind me and unclasped my bra. He pulled it off and took one breast into each hand. He rolled us over so he was on top. He sucked on my nipples. He circled his tongue around them and gently nibbled on them.

He pulled off my pants and thong all in one motion. I moaned slightly as he started rubbing my throbbing clit. He kissed down my stomach and stopped just above my clit. He sucked on my clit and finger-fucked me. I began moaning louder and louder as he moved faster and faster.

He went until I couldn't contain myself anymore. I felt my climax coming but I waited as long as I could.

"Oh, fuck!" I shouted. "Oh, Brad! Don't stop! Oh!" Once I finally came, Brad took off his boxers. I stared at his massive cock. So big, so hard. He stood by the bed, and I sat in front of him.

I took it into my mouth. I sucked on the head and worked my way down to his balls. I took as much into my mouth as I could. He began to moan which only made me want him more. After a minute or so of that, he pulled away.

"Lay down," he commanded. I moved to the middle of the bed, and he got on top of me. I reached into the drawer on my side table and pulled out a condom. He quickly put it on and put his cock deep inside of me.

We tried many positions, and I came almost every time. After a while, he finally came also. Out of breath, he kissed me. Weakly, he pulled himself out of me. He took off the condom and threw it out. He got dressed and gave me one last kiss before leaving.

"See you Monday," he said with a wink. I smiled.

"See you Monday."