[MF] The Pizza Delivery Girl

Yes, we all love pizza. It is simply one of the best food items out there. It comes in variations. You can eat it warm and cold. It is convenient to eat. It is hard to screw up when making it. Yes, pizza is nothing but awesome. And it was pizza, that connected me with my girlfriend.

It all happened six, seven years ago. I was around 28 years old, she must have been 26 back then. I had a well paid job in an IT company, she was delivering pizza. I loved ordering pizza. Because I could afford, and I was too lazy to cook, or even prepare my own food.

My goal back then was to find the perfect delivery pizza in the city I lived in. So I ordered pizza at every place that delivered to my apartment. Some was good, some was better and some was excellent. But my hunt continued. Until one day, she stood in front of me when I opened the door.

Fuck, she was good looking. Next to perfect curves. Perfect size. Gorgeous boobs. A beautiful face. Crowned by the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. I tipped her more than just well. We weren’t talking that much when she delivered the first pizzas to my place. Not because I didn’t wanted too, I just wasn’t able to get that many words out of my mouth. Yes, I am on the shy, introverted side of life. The pizza itself, it was above average. Not that it really mattered, on that day I found my favorite pizza place in town.

I ordered a lot of pizza over the next couple of weeks. It wasn’t always her bringing it too my place, but when she stood in front of my door, it always saved my day. And yes, she had a smile on her face when she rang at my door. Mostly an amused one: “You really love our average pizza, don’t you?”

I took me a few moments to find an answer: “That too. But, it is the delivery girl, that caught my eye.”

Her face turned red: “Thank you.”

Then she handed me my pizza, I tipped her and then she left. From that day on, only she was bringing the pizza to my place. Up to four times a week. But I struggled to start a conversation. Nervous, insecure me always took over once she was standing in front of me.

Luckily, she took over the initiative. She asked me some questions, to break the ice. It worked, to a certain degree, I asked her some stuff too. We slowly but steadily, over the period of a few weeks, a few minutes every time she stood in front of my door, got to know each other. And yes, we found some common ground.

We figured out that we both were into music. So one day I came up with the great idea, when she stood in front of my door, with some pizza in her hands, to ask her in, to show her my record collection. A huge smile appeared on her face: “It took you some time. I’d love to.”

She handed me my pizza, then she followed me into the kitchen. There I put the pizza on the counter top. On our way in, I asked her to get out of her shoes. Because my place is a no shoe place. She gladly did what I asked of her.

In the kitchen, I asked her if she wanted something to drink. She asked me, what I got at home. I gave her the full list. She went for a soda. So did I. Then we moved into the living room. I took my pizza with me. Because I was hungry. In the living room, I placed my ass on my sofa. With the pizza on the coffee table in front of me.

Then I offered her some pizza, she declined: “I am eating that pizza nearly every day. I more or less eat only pizza. And I had already had my fair share of it today. But enjoy your meal.”

I thanked her for the nice words, then I pointed her towards one of the living room walls, towards my record collection: “Feel free to browse through it. But well, be careful. And be even more careful with your drink. Some of those records are on the expensive side.”

So I ate my pizza while she was browsing my record collection. She pulled some out, took a closer look at them and put them back. Then she came to the lower rows. She bent over to reach them. With her damn hot ass pointing in my direction. Now she had my full attention. She even shook her ass for me. She gave me a raging hard boner. And once more, my whole body froze.

After some time of me staring at her damn hot ass, she stood straight again. With a record in one of her hands. Then she turned around. A smile was on her face. And then she asked, if we could listen to it. I said yes, and pointed towards my stereo, towards my record player.

I wanted to get up, to put on the record, but she stopped me: “I know what I am doing.”

She said that in a very certain tone. A tone, that tells you that you might have fucked up. So all I did was sitting down to finish my pizza.

As soon as the music was on, she began to dance. She got lost in the music. It was amazing to watch. About two songs later I joined her in. Despite the fact that I wasn’t that much into dancing at all. I normally was one of those that were moving one of their feet up and down in the rhythm.

While dancing our bodies touched. We got closer to each other. Then our eyes meet. We kept on dancing. And looking each other in the eyes. Then we shared some first gentle kisses. Our arms were over each others bodies.

But then, all of a sudden she stopped. She whispered the following in my ear: “I have to tell you something. Something really important. And please, don’t overreact. Please.”

All sort of stuff came to my mind. Everything. From she was a mass murderer called black widow to I have to marry her to go any further. My answer to her was: “I am all yours. Go on.”

She struggled to go on. I offered her to sit down on the sofa. She gladly accepted. She really rung with herself to get it out. She later told me, that she had a shitload of bad experiences behind her.

Once she got her act together, she told me the following: “I am a trans women. I was born into a male body. And well, my balls, and my dick are still between my legs.”

It took me few second to fully understand what she just had told me. Once my brain processed it all, all I did was giving her a gentle kiss on her lips. Then I shrugged shoulders: “Who cares.”

A more than just relieved smile appeared on her face. We looked each other in the eyes again. Kissing set in once more. It quickly turned into passionate kissing. We just let go. Our hands were over each other’s bodies. Tension was building up.

A few minutes later our clothes were flying through the air. The landed everywhere in every corner of my living room. My hands were playing with her gorgeous boobs. While she jerked off my raging hard cock whit one hand. While her other hand was squeezing my balls.

Then she went looking for her purse. She pulled some condoms and some lube out of it. She put the condoms on my still rock hard dick. While whispering something in my ear: “Fuck me.”

Then she poured some lube onto my dick, turned around, bent over the back part of my sofa and bent over. She lubed up her asshole, I positioned myself behind her and slid my raging hard cock inside her dirty hole.

The moment I went in, moaning escaped her throat. It felt nothing but awesome. I went in slowly. To let her get used to the feeling. No, it wasn’t the first time I slid my dick into a backdoor.

Once I was all in, yes, she asked me to go balls deep, I began to fuck her gentle. Slowly. Enjoying every second of it. So did she. Then I went in harder. She asked me to go faster. She also asked me to squeeze her boobs, to play with her hard nipples while my dick was sliding in and out of her asshole.

It all was nothing but a turn on. It felt better with every thrust. I began to moan. While her moaning got more and more intense. I came closer to an orgasm with every thrust. I restrained myself as good as I could. I didn’t wanted it too end. I wanted to fuck her forever.

But I reached the point of no return. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. A few hard and deep thrusts. One more. Boom my balls emptied themselves inside her. Her hand tried to crush my sofa. Her legs began to tremble. She came with me. Yes, what an awesome fuck.

After the two of us finished, after I pulled out and disposed the condom in the empty pizza box on the coffee table, two sweat covered, exhausted bodies collapsed onto each other. We both had a very relaxed, very happy expression on our faces.

Then we had a big laugh. While fucking each other, we didn’t realized that the record was stuck on the last grove. Repeating the same notes over and over again. Well, we really were elsewhere. This time I put on a record. Something nice. Some ambient sound. Something to listen to in the background, while the pizza delivery girl and me were cuddling on the sofa. Sharing some gentle kisses, and talking. Talking about anything.

Yes, this evening was the starting point of a very long, and mostly very happy relationship. A relationship I am still in today, years later.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x868wu/mf_the_pizza_delivery_girl