Get the pizza

Neither of you are in any state to answer the door, but you decide to do the gentlemanly thing and take care of it. Grabbing your sweat pants from the floor, you pull them on quickly. As you hastily pull on your t-shirt, you hurry toward the door as the bell rings for the second time. You look toward Nancy, who has grabbed her robe and retreated into her bedroom. Once you are convinced the coast is clear, you open the door. You see a young man about your age.

“Hey, gorgeous… I saw your order come in and assumed you wanted some extra sausage with your—“ The delivery guy’s voice drops off when he sees you.

“Oh… Sorry about that,” he says, suddenly looking rather flustered. “I thought someone else was going to answer…”

He hands you the box. Instinctively, you reach for your wallet, only to remember that you don’t even have underwear on under your sweats. You certainly didn’t think to grab any money.

“Wait a sec while I grab my wallet,” you say.

“No need,” says the guy. “It was paid for when it was ordered. Tell Nancy that Chip says thanks for the tip and to call any time.”

You close the door behind him and take the pizza to the kitchen. When Nancy comes out of her room, she is wearing pajama pants and a sweatshirt. The outfit isn’t nearly as revealing as her skimpy robe, but she still pulls of ‘sexy cougar’ in her casual clothes. She grabs a couple of plates. After handing one to you, she takes a piece of pizza and sits on a stool at the counter. With her plate sitting on the exact same spot where here ass was perched a few minutes ago as you ate her out, she takes a big bite of pizza.

“This is delicious,” she exclaims, once her mouth is empty. “I really worked up an appetite!” She gives you a sly wink.

You sit on the stool next to her with your pizza. You also need some sustinance. You’re also desperately in need of water to replace all the body fluids you have expelled today.

“Oh… I almost forgot…” You say, between bites. “Chip said to tell you thanks for the tip and to call at any time.”

“Oh, Chip!” Nancy smiles dreamily. “You remind me a lot of him, you know.”

You feel a little jealous at the tone of her voice. “A friend of yours?”

“Oh, he’s just a college boy,” she says, dismissively. “A lot like you.”

You’re about to press for more details when you feel her hand on your thigh. You look down, and she is picking at some crumbs that have fallen on your lap. “Messy, messy,” she says, continuing to brush off crumbs that you can’t even see. With each brush, her hand draws suspiciously closer to your crotch.

She looks at you with a twinkle in her eye. “I think maybe you’d better hurry up and finish your dinner.”