This just in… Part II – The Pizza Party [FF]

Just tuning in? [Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8zpwo3/this_just_in_ff/) is there (in the blue) (yes yes the link) (no you have to click it)

I honestly spent some time quickly contemplating my next move. The evil little conscious on my shoulder is whispering, “Go. Quick. You’re not that high and you aren’t even buzzed. Go into the other room, get changed, and let’s do this! Don’t be a p-“. Then whack. Fairy Godmother is beating her ‘evil conscious’ nemesis ass over the head with some sparkl-ey wand. “How” whack “fucking” whack “many” whack “times” whack whack “have I told you that ….. SHE IS A GOOD GIRL!! AAAAHHH” whack whack whack. I hear some gunfire exchange, and poof they are both gone. Fuck it. I’ll entertain this…but my clothes are staying on- “No they aren’t” bang bang. Not certain who dropped who, but I digress….. And the smoke cleared.

I stood up and took a moment to ‘compose’ myself. I’m going to be honest here – I’m assuming that since *you folks* have stuck it out this far, then it’s *likely* that *something* has ‘struck a chord’. Yeah, that’s my very PG-13 way of telling you that my face was flush, and I felt like something was either dripping down my leg and\or Jiminy Cricket snuck up my dress with a thimble full of hot coffee and deposited it just below my VJ and it was creeping South. It sounds good in theory; in practical terms it was kind of weird feeling (at this particular moment though – no complaints). I adjusted the top of my dress, followed by doing my very autonomous “panty adjustment” (which means pulling the thong out of my butt crack – super sexy, uh huh) when I realized – Guess what? NO PANTIES! About this time Jenny is looking at me again. “What are you waiting for”, with a semi-serious look. No words exchange (no time to exchange them *wink* ), and I click clack out of the lving room area, down the hall where my shopping bag(s) are resting.

I pick up the three bags, proceed to the bedroom to my left, shut the door, and throw them on the bed. I rifle through the bags – hanger, hanger, receipt, hanger, useless tissue paper, and viola – there it is. Moments later my bra was on the bed, onsie was affixed (sorta) and I’m kind of struggling to snap the three little buttons which attach the front to the back which are coincidentally, between my legs. Yup – we definitely have evidence that a storm is brewing here. Final button snapped, I look at the mirror – cute! It’s high cut around the top, definitely not supporting the ‘girls’ very well, and leaves almost nothing to the imagination. It feels really sexy however – tight in the crotch area, almost like a nice hand. It’s also firmly pressed against my nipples, one of which I adjust for the sake of symmetry. To be fair, I’d probably get a lot of karma with this on / r / g o n e w i l d (or maybe I already have). Anyway, the heels are still on, at which point I decide the dress is *also* going back *on*. As I’m stepping into the dress, sound is echoing from down the hall.

“…stuck on the realness. We be the infamous; you heard of us; official Queensbridge murderers. The Mobb comes equipped for warfare;beware ’cause my crime family got nuff shots to share…”. Puzzled look. Mobb Deep? Really? Acappella too? Jenny didn’t strike me as the type. Of course I’m old as fuck at 28, and having grown up in the ‘hood’ with a couple of brothers who may or may not actually be ‘infamous’, I know as much about Mobb as I know about the Dead, Zep, DMB, blah blah. I just found it to be an interesting choice of tracks (which was followed up with a lot more current and mainstream titles – in case you’re interested). I open the door and click clack myself back to the living room. Jenny is still on the couch, shoes off, legs crossed, hair down, focused on her phone, and eating green grapes (don’t ask – idk). “Ta da”, is what I said. Jenny paused, gazed across to me, nods, and smiles. “Very nice. See? I knew that was a good decision”, she says (she is clearly overjoyed by this achievement). “You like it?”, she asks tilting her head (ohmagush those huge blue eyes). “Uh huh”, I retort. “Yeah, I think I do like-“, she cuts me off. “You hungry? I am fucking starving!”. I raise my eyebrows, and without **any** thought I reply, “Hungry… for… what?” (big time out of character for me). “Pizza”, Jenny exclaims and I’m thinking ‘oh..right’. Now, a little narrative justice for a sec – take your hands out of your vaginas (I imagine this is where they are – my story, my imagery, deal with it).

There are a couple of holy pillars where Reddit is concerned, and *some* of what I am about to say may, well, break those. But this is an actual account, so I hope you folks will pardon any harsh judgement in leui of recanting events which took place, and in reality, even if it means martyrdom. Anyway, pillars. So rule number one here, as we all know – you better fucking love cats\kittens and cat\kitten-related stuff, period. Rule two – pizza. Rules three through ten become a little vague (but you fuckers will correct me I have no doubt), **but** one and two are like absolute law. I could go on and on about this, but I’m just stating the obvious. OK look, I am really sorry. I *probably* am catching your down-vote already, and if not, you are or have already zippered your shorts, pulled down your dresses\skirts, and moved on… BUT… I fucking hate cats. There. I said it. It’s just how I feel and ultimately the likely reason I had to post this on my throwaway. I’ll probably also get banned for good for saying what I said, *however*, I am hoping (looking at you mods) that my **love** for (better be) good pizza can cast a rainbow over my closet-ed existence of “disliking” cats. For the special needs readers, or as I see more often “tl;dr”, I FUCKING LOVE PIZZA!

“I’m not that hungry actually Jennifer”. “Oh, OK, that, those O’s just made me really hungry. I erm, exhaust a lot of erm energy” (she did the air quotes at ‘energy’). “Yeah, well I guess I haven’t exhausted much ‘energy'”, as I also air quote right back. I exclaim my love for pizza to the blue-eyed princess, we discuss this briefly, she orders us an arugala (mmmm) pie, then calls down to the doorman and tells him to just take delivery of said pizza, and to just text her when it arrives. Cool. Jenny gets up, approaches me, and I take one step back. “Relax Jessica”, is what I hear. We are face to face, almost nose to nose (but she is like 2-3 inches shorter than I), and she puts both her arms over my shoulders. My eyes automagically close, and I feel something soft on my neck just where my shoulder intersects. I’m humming (purring for you cat freaks – eww) and feeling Jenny’s soft lips make their way up my neck, now by my chin – the little hairs under my tied back hair (now in a bun) are alive. Jenny pauses and my eyes open. We are staring deep into each other’s eyes. “You smell so wonderful and you have the most mysterious dark eyes”, she says as I melt. Again. Seriously – this bitch is an expert, and I am enamored. I don’t even respond. We are just nose-to-nose and swaying and listening to the music. In a most uncoordinated fashion I raise each heel, unbuckle and lose the pumps. This is really nice, eye-level now, waiting and wondering if she is going to- Her lips press against mine and the automagic eye close response kicks in. Her tongue enters my mouth; I can taste weed and grapes and warm and wet and electric. It was amazing.

Jenny has her head buried against my neck and I am in heaven. Then her phone buzzes. Simultaneously she is whispering in my ear, “I want to show you something”. I thought she wanted to show me something on her phone, but I was mistaken. The pizza was here.

**Note: ** OK, OK I need everyone to chill. I have to stop right here for a bit because, well, it’s like 1 AM on a Wednesday night and I need some sleep. That said, let me mention a few ‘house-keeping’ items:

1. I’m not finished – I promised you folks I would lay the whole thing out, and I will. So far I have kept my word. Just understand that this takes time and I don’t have an unlimited amount of free time. Expect more as early as later today, worst case scenario – tomorrow.

2. Dissapointed Penishes – I appreciate the fuck out of all of you peeps, gender irrelevant. To clarify, **yes** I *am* a straight girl, well kinda. Here’s the thing though – I’m inundated with messages and pics from dudes. It’s all good, but you’re wasting your time. The ratio of dick:pussy on Reddit is like 27:1 (prolly conservative even). I am going to probably respond to you anyway, but if any of you are looking to conversate, kik message, smash, whatever, well I’m more likely to be “more responsive” to females just cuz. That was or wasn’t an invitation maybe.

3. “I’m Asking for A Friend” – Before /r I was blessed to have met someone who introduced me *to* Reddit among, well, *other things*. I met CW when I had just learned to drive and finally had enough scratch to buy a car (off Craigslist)(which I don’t recommend btw). CW was selling his “mint” 2002 Toyota Camry in (and I quote) “rare Jewish Racing Gold”. I was naive, and while I was neither just getting wet *thinking* about a (rare) (Jewish Racing Gold) Camry, the price was right. Dot dot dot we hook up, I look at the car, and he “promises” to hod it for a week so I can return with cash. Short end of the story – I couldn’t come up with the funds a week later, and CW basically gives me the car (title too) and I promise to pay what I have, no no, just wait till you have it, no no, yes yes. So I get the car for free, and two days later I get a text (DM) – “I left some weed in the car. Can I have it? Sorry”. No you cannot have it, and btw where *is* it? I’ll spare you the details but I will say this blossomed into an amazing friendship, some dating which didn’t work out, a lot of FWB periods, bringing us to today where we are solid friends forever. No CW, this post would never have happened .I discussed this event with him and he encouraged me to ‘write that shit down Jesska’. We argued a bunch, before he suggested leveraging this sub. “Pfft, they won’t care” “Pfft what’s the point”.. Then I just did it, and I was pleasantly surprised. I never paid CW for the car and he refused to take my money even 6,7,8 years later. CW was the dude who inspired *my* sexuality and has been going through some rough shit (recently divorced, couple bad investments, some other stuff – you can ask). I know he doesn’t fuck with any NSFW subs as he was on this ‘no flapping’ bullshit or whatever that is, and I could be wrong. He *loves* sexting however (which is likely what led to not only this post, but even entertaining the girl-girl thing). So I thought it would be cute to show him some love (not man-love tho – he is a straight dude as far as I know). Anyway ladies, if you feel so inclined, let me know. He’s just a good dude, and kinda sexy imo, and has done a lot of good things for a lot of people on Reddit (I will allow myself to share this privately as I did not ask his permission, and you know, I’d expect the same). OK, enough about that – hit me up and I can get you in touch, after all, Reddit is about paying it forward. AMIRITE?

4. What’s Next – Again, thank you, thank you for all the PM’s. Thank you also for your somewhat disturbingly deep interest in both ‘what I am wearing right now’, my relationship status, how I would rate your pic, and what ‘is taking so long’. I will not iggy any of you, but there isn’t much to report on the relationship status side – tbh I’m kind of married to my job unfortunately, right now I am naked of course, I’m not going to rate your pic – it’s great, and finally I am going to defer to housekeeping item numero uno (that’s 1 in Spanish).

See you guys soon!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/908vya/this_just_in_part_ii_the_pizza_party_ff