“Becca,” Jenna looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Earth to Becca,” she wrapped her gands around her mouth to make a mock megaphone. I was… distracted. By her. I was distracted by her.
“Oh, sorry. I just spaced out for a minute there,” I said, trying to play it off. “What did you ask again?” She cast a glance my way that made me wonder if she knew what I was “spacing out” over. “Do you want to order pizza?” She asked for probably the third or fourth time.
A few friends and I that really hadn’t seen much of each other since graduating high school 2 years ago had a little pool party. Just a smaller gathering to get caught up with each other and hang out to beat the heat. We all filled out pretty well since high school, but Jenna… oh my GOD did she fill out. She had put on a little weight in ALL the right places and had curves for DAYS! Add in the fact that she had on a skimpy yellow bikini top that barely held in her tits and a bottom that was just a size too small that showed off her plump ass in all of its glory and perfectly traced the outline of her pussy… I get wet every time I think about it.
“Um, yeah, sure. I’d go for a slice,” I said. Jenna pulled herself out of the pool and I realized just how skimpy that the top of her bikini was. I swore I saw the darker outline of her nipples in it before, and when it was wet, well, it suctioned itself tight against her skin and and was sheer enough to see her nipples now. They were hard when she got out of the water and the breeze hit them. And that bottom? Oh god, it showed her cameltoe even better now, stuck to and tracing every little line. It’s a good thing this was a pool party; easier to hit just how wet I was really getting by this point. I was trying not to stare, and failing. I was kind of hoping that she’d catch me looking. I’m pretty sure she had an idea of what I was looking at, though.
I followed her in to make the call, partially so I could watch her wiggle her plump ass as she walked inside. She didn’t even bother with a towel, or to pull the swimsuit out so it didn’t look like a thong anynore, and I was perfectly fine with that.
She hung up the phone after ordering and said it’d be about 20 minutes before it was delivered. We stayed inside and waited, leaning over the counter to face each other and talk. My cleavage, while still very noticeable, was not as ample as hers, but I was trying my best to show as much of it off to her as I could. “I have a fun idea,” I said as I bit my bottom lip, “have you heard about the “Pizza Dare” that people are doing now?”
Jenna raised an eyebrow and smirked, God, I love it when she does that. “Yeah…. what about it, Bec? You gonna do it?”
“No, not exactly. I’m daring YOU to do it,” trying to hide the excitement in my voice. I flat out wanted to see her naked in all of her glory.
“Seriously???” She asked, trying to sound shocked that anyone would even suggest it, but she has a bit of a wild streak, and I wanted to play to that. “Tell you what,” I said, “you do it this time, and I’ll do it the next time. Square deal?” I asked while sticking my hand out to shake hers.
“Mmmhmmm, right,” she said, but still shook my hand anyway as she held back a grin. We both knew it would be hilarious at the very least. Just imagining the look on the delivery driver’s face, knowing that we’re giving him masturbation fuel for YEARS to come (pun intended).
I wanted to see it so much that it felt like hours before the doorbell rang. When it finally did, she winked and said “Here goes nothing,” and undid the straps to her top and bottom as she walked, letting them fall to the floor. I almost came at the sight, and my own pussy was soaking wet already.
She opened the door, acting casual as can be, and the delivery driver, well, I thought he was going to shit a solid gold brick. If his jaw dropped any farther it would be on the floor. “Come on in,” she said, beckoning him with her finger as she turned and walked inside. She winked at me and I almost lost it. “The money is in my purse on the counter,” she said, making the show even better by leaning over the counter to get it instead of taking the two steps to get around it. He had a perfect view of her ass while she did it, and made zero attempt to hide the fact that he was staring. I have to admit, he’s cuter than most drivers I’ve seen.
She turned around and handed him cash, telling him to keep the change. He didn’t move for the door, and she looked down and saw that he was getting hard through his shorts. She stepped forward to him and grabbed his cock through the shorts and said, “I think it’s MY turn to get a tip now, don’t you?” He said nothing, but dropped the pizza bag to the floor as she got on her knees, undid his shorts and let them drop to the floor, and she started stroking his now rock hard cock.
I sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen table. My legs were quivering at this point and I knew I couldn’t stand for long. I scooted forward and leaned back against the chair, and I undid thw straps to my bikini bottom, exposing my soaking wet pussy. I started fingering myself and massaging my clit when she started to suck his dick. He put a hand on the back of her head and moaned with pleasure.
I let out a moan of my own, and Jenna caught a glimpse of me through the corner of her eye. Without stopping she turned so her back was facing me, but spread her legs so I could see her fingering herself as she suck the driver’s long, hard, cock. She stopped, looked at him, and said “fuck me. Right now.”
She stood and leaned over the couch, giving me a perfect side view as he got behind her and put his dick inside her. She moaned. The sound of her moaning made me shudder, and I came. Hard. Still rubbing my clit as he fucked her hard from behind, making her perfect tits bounce to the rhythym of their flesh pounding against each other.
Within minutes, she came, and he pulled out long enough to put it in her ass. She was so wet that no extra lube was needed. The pressure of him pushing into her ass pushed her into another orgasm. He came inside of her, and I came again as I watched.
Soon after, the driver left with what I am sure will be his best memory that no one else will believe. Jenna and I got dressed and rejoined the pool party, pizza boxes in hand. If anyone else saw us, they played it off REALLY well, but I’m kind of hoping one or two did see us.
Jenna set the pizza down and leaned over directly in front of me where I sat. She ran a finger between my breasts and said “We’re ordering pizza again tomorrow,” and I was wet again at the thought. “Gladly,” I said, adding “We’re going to have to make our own pizza before long,” winking.
Jenna bit her bottom lip and nodded as she walked back to the rest of the party. This is going to be an amazing weekend.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mzp29v/the_pizza_dare_ffm
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