Between this job and college, I don’t how I am going to survive. I have classes till two in the afternoon, then work four nights a week and one day on the weekend. To say the least, my social life sucks. I live on campus but have been thinking about moving back home to save some money.
The pizza delivery driver’s job is not hard, but sometimes the people you meet leave a lot to be desired.
I sometimes work on Fridays till two a.m., getting all the partygoers. They want some late-night munchies. Most are flying high, and don’t say much, but sometimes they look at me like a piece of raw meat.
I have been offered as much as five hundred dollars for sex. I always say no, which always leads to no tip.
Once in a great while, I get a handsome man who is sane, and I wish they wanted to take me out on a date.
I was sitting in one of my classes one day, listening to our professor, when a girl sitting next to me handed me a note.
It read, “I would love to take you on a date, Amber.” It was signed by Jeff.
I turned and saw Jeff smiling at me, and I shook my head.
After class, he was waiting for me as I walked out the door and he said, “I think you are smart and beautiful, Amber, and I would love to take you out anywhere you want to go.”
I said, “Okay, Jeff, but I work a lot and the only day I have available right now is Sunday, and I have class early Monday, so it has to be an early evening type date.”
We set up Sunday afternoon for him to pick me up, and I wasn’t exactly sure where we were going, but since my social life was for the most part non-existent, I was happy to have a date.
Jeff seemed like a nice guy in class, not exactly a leading man, but not bad either.
He picked me up on Sunday afternoon and suggested we go out for Italian food. I let him know that I deliver pizzas and Italian food, so we changed it to Mexican food, which I love.
He ordered a pitcher of margaritas and some salsa and chips to begin with.
As I was sipping my drink, I asked him, “Why did you ask me out? There are so many girls in school to choose from.”
He replied, “I like the way you are put together. and you seem to be smart.”
I just smiled back at him.
That told me all I needed to know. I am sure he was hoping a dinner, and some drinks would get him down my pants, and that was not going to happen.
We finished dinner and he wanted to go to the park and hang out, but I let him know that I needed to get home because of school in the morning.
I sat on my bed when I got home and wondered if every guy in college just wanted to fuck you. They all seem so immature.
At school on Monday, he never said a word to me.
The week at school was much the same old shit.
My job was the same until Friday night. We got an order for a pepperoni pizza, and some other food which was not unusual, but what was unusual was that the man who ordered the pizza added an extra ten dollars onto the order and told Sheldon, our order taker, that there was another twenty dollars for the delivery person if his pizza could get there in fifteen minutes.
That was me, and I drove like a bat out of hell to get to his house, and I made it with two minutes to spare.
I rang his doorbell, and he answered, and there standing before me was a man in probably his mid-thirties, a dashing, handsome man.
I stuttered to say, “Here’s your pizza. I think I made it in fifteen minutes.”
He looked at me, and I was sure he thought I was an idiot the way I stuttered, but he said, “You are the most beautiful pizza driver I have ever seen, and yes, you did make it in fifteen minutes. Thank you for that.”
He then handed me the money for the pizza and my twenty-dollar tip.
I looked up at him and said, “Thank you, sir.”
He smiled and said, “Maybe I will see you next week when I order my pepperoni pizza, and my name is Nolan, not sir.”
I got back into my car, and I was in love with Nolan. The perfect man was good-looking and seemed intelligent.
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The following weekend, I took Friday off because I was invited to a large party on campus at my university.
I went with another girl from one of my classes, and when we arrived, the place was crazy. There were at least ten kegs of beer, and there seemed to be an unlimited supply of liquor at the bar, not to mention all the pot being smoked.
We grabbed a beer and went to the backyard, and the pool was full of partygoers. I saw Jeff out of the corner of my eye, and he was hanging all over another girl.
I made myself invisible by disappearing in the crowd.
I was about finished with my beer when I felt a tap on my shoulder, and it was Vince, the star quarterback of our football team.
I turned, and he said, “Didn’t expect to see you here, Amber, but it’s nice that you are here.”
I did not know he even knew I was alive, and I replied, “I get out occasionally. Nice to see you too, Vince.”
He said, “Looks like your beer is empty. Can I get you another one?”
I chugged the last of my beer and handed him my glass and said, “Sure. Thank you.”
My friend Jayne came over to me and said, “I did not know you knew Vince. What did he want?”
I replied, “I don’t know him, and all he said was it was nice to see me, and he went to get me another beer.”
Vince came back with my beer and handed it to me, and said, “Care to get away from all this noise?”
I shook my head, and he took my hand and led me away to an open field behind the house. He put his jacket on the ground and said, “Let’s sit here.”
I sat on the jacket and said, “You know you have never said a word to me at school. Why now?”
He replied, “I always thought you were cute, and to be honest, I think the beer has given me liquid courage to talk to you.”
I said, “Thanks for saying I was cute, but I thought you and Rachel were an item.”
He shook his head, then leaned in and kissed me. His tongue rifled all through my mouth with a deep, passionate kiss.
The next thing I knew, he had put his hand down my shirt and was playing with my boobs.
I pulled away and said, “Slow down, big boy, I am not that kind of girl.”
He said, “You better be.” Then he whipped out his hard cock and said, “Give me a blow job, or I will tell everyone I fucked you, and who do you think they will believe?”
Not that I minded giving guys blowjobs, but the way this was happening, I did not like.
I did not want rumors going around about him fucking me, so I thought about it for a minute, then took hold of his cock and began stroking it.
He watched me, then said, “Suck it. Suck it good Amber.”
I leaned over and began sucking his cock, and within a minute, I felt a load of his cum shoot down my throat.
He looked at me and said, “Thanks. I just knew I could get you to blow me. Now time to get back to the party.”
I stood up and watched him grab his coat and walk back to the party. I slinked back, found my friend, and had her drive me home.
If I wasn’t done with college guys before, I sure as hell am now.
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Back at work, it was the same old grind until the following Friday, when we got an order from Nolan, or as I like to call him, pepperoni man. He had the same thing and wanted his pepperoni pizza again.
I drove like hell to get it to him in time, and this time, when he answered the door and saw me standing there, he said, “I am so glad to see you here. Last Friday, the guy who delivered it was late and did not seem to give a shit.”
He handed me my tip, and I said, “Thank you, Nolan, and as long as I am working on Fridays, I will do everything I can to get your pizza here on time. Can I ask you why you want it so fast?”
He took the pizza from my hands and said, “Come on in, and I will tell you why I don’t want my pizza to get cold.”
I walked in, he shut the door behind me, went and sat down at his dining table, and said, “There’s plenty of pizza here, would you like a slice?”
I giggled and replied, “No, I get too much of that at my work.”
He said, “Okay, I understand. Now I will tell you why I want my pizza so fast. First off, you guys have the best pizza in town, and I love it. I love my hot and fresh pizza. Too many places send out cold pizza, or it takes forever to get to me. The money I spent to tip you and your company does not matter to me. I have plenty of it. What matters to me is my belly, and it loves hot, fresh pepperoni pizza.” Then he began laughing.
I watched him eat a couple of slices, then said, “Thanks for the tip. I’d better get back to work.”
He said, “I am sorry, how rude of me. Can I get you something to drink?”
I said, “Sure, I will take a Coke or Pepsi if you have one for the road.”
He pointed to his refrigerator and said, “Take whatever you want.”
I grabbed a can of Coke and headed to his door, and said, “Thanks again. Enjoy the rest of your pizza.”
I thought after I left that he was such a handsome man, maybe a little crazy about how fast he wanted his pizza, but otherwise a guy I could get to like.
The next few Fridays were the same thing. Pepperoni Nolan wanted his pizza fast.
Last Friday, I rang his doorbell like I always do, and he answered in a sharp-looking suit and said, “Amber, I don’t really want this pizza. What I do want is to take you out to dinner. I have already cleared it with the pizza place, and you don’t have to go back to work. So, you tell me where you would like to go to dinner at?”
I was surprised, which would be an understatement, but at the same time, I was happy to go out with him.
I replied, “I would love to go out with you, but I look like shit. I need to change my clothes and get out of the pizza-smelling ones.”
He said, “No problem. We can go by your house, and you can take as long as you want to. I will follow you home and, in the meantime, think about what you want to eat.”
My smile must have said it all when I replied, “Okay, let’s go.”
I got home, changed, and thought about what he said.
I changed in a flash and went back out to his car and said, “How about Chinese food? There is a place I wanted to try, but it’s a bit pricey. Is that okay?”
He laughed and said, “Of course, that’s okay.”
He drove straight to the restaurant, and we ordered, and the whole night he kept asking about my hopes and dreams and what I wanted out of life. I never had a guy ask or care about that as much as him. I found out he was thirty-three and had never been married. I also found out his parents were killed in a plane crash, and he inherited a fortune from them. I told him I was twenty-two.
We got done, and he walked me to the door and said, “I hope you enjoyed this evening, and I was wondering if I could set up a proper date with you soon.”
I replied, “I would love that.”
I was fumbling around trying to get my phone out of my purse so I could give and get his number when he leaned in and kissed me.
I don’t mean a regular kiss, I mean a deep, loving, and passionate kiss. I had never been kissed like this before.
If he wanted me right there on the spot, I would have been fine with it, but he stopped kissing me and said, “Good night, angel. I will call you soon.”
I went home, and on the way there, I kept wondering if I was in love.
I had a hard time sleeping. I kept thinking about his kiss and whether we have a future.
I wanted to find out, so I decided next Friday I would take matters into my hands. I took one of my work shirts and cut it off right below my boobs. If I were to raise my hands, then my nipples would poke out.
Sure enough, Friday arrived, and his pepperoni pizza order arrived. I went to my car, took off my regular shirt and my bra, and put on my cutoff shirt.
I made sure my boss knew this would be my last delivery for the night. I made a lame excuse for why it was.
I rang his doorbell, and when he opened it up, he saw my shirt, and his mouth opened, but no words came out.
He took my hand and led me into his house and said, “I don’t have the words.”
He leaned in and kissed me, and I dropped his pizza on the floor.
He pulled off my shirt and began fondling my boobs as he began kissing me once more.
We must have kissed for more than fifteen minutes before he said, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
I dropped to the floor and slid down his pants and boxers, and his rock-hard cock popped out.
I began stroking his cock as he watched me. I licked the head of his cock as he pushed closer to me. I took the full length of his cock into my mouth and began sucking on it.
He stood me up, undid my jeans, slid off my panties, and pushed me back into his bed. He crawled up to me, spread my legs, and started licking my pussy.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and for the first time in my life, I had an orgasm while someone was eating me.
He continued for a long time before he stopped and looked at me as he slid his cock into my soaked pussy.
I let out a loud moan as he began pumping me. His cock felt so good. I was not sure whether it was because of him, his size, or my growing feelings for him.
He held me and kissed me as we fucked. With each stroke of his cock in me, my feelings for him grew.
He rolled me over and began fucking me doggie style.
I yelled out, “Please don’t stop. This feels so good. Damn, I am cumming again.”
He soon shot a load of cum into me.
We rolled over, and he said, “You know you did not have to dress like that tonight. I had it in my mind to see if we could make love. Amber, I felt something for you the moment I saw you. Do you really think I want a pepperoni pizza every Friday night? I did it so I could see you.”
I leaned over and kissed him and said, “I think I am in love with you, Nolan, my pepperoni pizza man.”
We made love twice more that night.
The next morning, he lent me a shirt, and we went out for breakfast. We talked about everything and our feelings for each other.
The next few Fridays were the same thing, with him ordering pizzas.
Then one Friday night, he said, “This is crazy, me ordering pizza every Friday night. What would you think of moving in here and quitting that job? That way, we could be like a normal couple, and I could take you out on normal dates. I love you, Amber, and want you in my life forever.”
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Six months later, I am now Mrs. Nolan Pepperoni Pizza.
