Just Eat Joy
"A pizza order comes with a spicy side dish when the driver decides to stay"
2 AM pizza—the meal of champions and the lonely. I wasn't expecting company.
Sophie was the driver, a uni student doing gig work, clearly. Messy bun, oversized hoodie, tired eyes that lit up when she saw me.
"Large pepperoni with extra cheese?"
"That's me."
She handed over the box, then hesitated. "Look, I know this is weird, but you're the last delivery of my shift and I'm fucking exhausted. Any chance of a slice before I ride back?"
"Help yourself."
She ate like she hadn't all day, which she probably hadn't. Three slices before she slowed down.
"God, that's good," she moaned. "Sorry. Long shift. Started at noon."
"Brutal."
"Pays the rent." She looked around my flat. "Nice place. You live alone?"
"Yeah."
"Lucky." She was looking at me now, not the pizza. "Flatmates are doing my head in. Can't bring anyone home, can't do anything without them knowing."
"Sounds frustrating."
"It is." She set down the slice. "Which is why I sometimes do stupid things. Like stay at strangers' flats after delivering pizza."
"Is that what's happening?"
"If you want."
I definitely wanted.
She kissed me first, tentative, then hungrier. She tasted like pepperoni and something sweet, and her body under that hoodie was curvier than I'd expected.
"Sorry, I'm all sweaty from riding—"
"Don't care."
I pulled off her hoodie, found a tank top underneath and tits that had been hidden very effectively. She was curvy, soft, with hips that filled my hands perfectly.
"Like what you see?"
"Fucking love it."
We moved to the sofa. Her jeans came off, revealing thick thighs and damp knickers.
"Been thinking about this since you opened the door," she admitted.
I pulled her knickers aside, tasted her. She came in under a minute, shaking, hands gripping the cushions.
"Inside me—please—need it—"
I pushed into her on my sofa, watching her face. She was tight, wet, and wrapped her legs around me immediately.
"God yes—harder—"
We fucked with the pizza box still open on the table, her moans filling the flat. She came twice more before I got close.
"Inside—don't pull out—"
I came deep, feeling her pulse around me.
We lay there, catching our breath.
"Can I crash here?" she asked. "Too tired to ride home."
"Stay as long as you want."
She stayed until noon the next day. We ordered breakfast from Just Eat.
Different driver, unfortunately. But Sophie left her number.
Five stars. Would tip again.