Apologize With Pizza

Hannah

Now I was upset that Bryce didn’t bother showing up, when I’d taken time out of my day to help him, but I wasn’t fuming over it. It really didn’t think that much about the guy, and just figured I was helping him out, and thought nothing more of it. Obviously he felt the same.

Only that wasn’t so obvious, when he came to my door a few hours later. Pizza in hand he flashed that big handsome smile of his, and held it out. I reached out to grab it, but very quickly he raised his other hand in warning. “Don’t do the thing where you take the pizza and then slam the door.”

That would be pretty funny. I took the pizza, and gave him a sigh. (Hannah Blevins +1)(-22 SP) I decided was annoyed but not angry. Especially since he’d obviously come to apologize. No use putting bad vibes into the universe. “What are you doing here?”

“Apologizing.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“I’m sorry for wasting your time. I got in it with my ex-girlfriend, and lost track of time trying to convince her that she’s a part of an evil organization.” He bowed. “I am truly sorry.”

I squenched up my lips, and squinted at him. “Yeah alright, let me go grab the book.”

“Actually I was hoping you’d have a few minutes to talk, ooooover Pizza?”

Oh god.

He had a crush on me.

It was so obvious. He wanted to borrow a book out of the blue, then suddenly gets too nervous to meet me. Then does this overly romantic performance to try to make up for it. Wow. I mean he was cute, and I was kind of lonely ever since Cole had to ‘focus on his studies.’ Why not? I had some time to kill. “Fine, but the roommate stays.”

At this maggie wheeled around, and revealed a can of pepper spray in her hands, ready to go.

“Yikes.” He said, stepping in. “Message received.”

“Have a seat.” I flopped down on the carpet, and cracked open the pizza like it was hidden treasure. A large pepperoni pizza, solid and safe choice. I’ll give that to him. If you really want to impress a girl though, barbecue chicken. That’s the ticket. “Looks good.”

He nodded and sat at a ninety degree angle from me, criss cross apple sauce. I had my legs sprawled out, very unlady like. I was wearing pajama pants and some no show socks. Who was I trying to impress? Maggie? Had a known a boy was coming in, I would have just kept my jeans on. “I got it from the place up by Pedros.” He waved his hand up, like that indicated it’s location.

“I dunno.” I shrugged. “I usually just stick with the meal plan.”

“A wise, choice for your wallet.” He took a slice of pizza, and tapped it against the piece I’d claimed for myself, it was… charming. Alright he was charming, and I know I’ve been playing it cool, but he’s a little out of my league. I know that’s bad self talk, and stuff, but I mean it’s true. He looked like a ken doll, the guys skin was so good, and besides that I didn’t know anything about him. Maybe I was just kidding myself about him having a crush on me. He was probably just being nice, and I misread the entire situation.

We talked for a good long while and… I really liked talking with him. I’ve heard from a few people that he’s prone to go off on liberal tirades now and again, but he was a perfect gentleman around me, and really funny too.

And this might be TMI, but… I was getting a little turned on talking to him. And maybe, a little means a lot. He was just so handsome, and I kept thinking about the fact that he brought me food. There was just something so primal and caring about the act. Like he was some caveman bringing home a deer for me and our beautiful black-asian children. I like being cared for, and it’d been a while since a boy, any boy thought I was worth it. So I’m not surprised that as the pizza dwindled my temperature rose.

We tore that thing apart until there was just one slice left in the box. Which he snatched up. Not to my disappointment, I probably ate more than I should have and was feeling very full.

Then he slid in right next to me, folded the pizza, and looked at me. “I want you to have the last piece.”

I squirmed, surprised he’d gotten so close so quickly. “N-no thanks, I’m pretty full already.”

“Come on, just one more slice, you can do it.” He waved it about a second time. Ugh fine, I reached out to grab the slice, but he took it away. “Open your mouth.”

I saw Maggie turn around to see what was going on at the line. And ooooh my goodness, I felt a flush of heat wash over me. I could actually feel my panties get wet. He wanted to feed me. I shuddered at the realization. I gasped, and with that gasp held my mouth open. (Hannah Blevins +5)(-17 SP)

Then whoooooop, pizza went in my mouth.

I can’t tell you why that felt like a sexual awakening for me. But uh, it was. I actually let out a moan, when he slide the pizza past my lips, and the pizza honestly wasn’t that good. As I chewed the pizza like a chipmunk he looked me right in the eyes, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. I swallowed half the slice, and he pushed the rest in my mouth, and I so so so badly wanted to wrap my lips around his fingers on suck on it. Just so he could have a clue, on how sexual this entire counter was for me.

But no.

Once the Pizza was gone, he returned to his seat, like it was nothing. Like he didn’t know what he’d done to me… I was so confused. And dreadfully full. We kept on talking and as we did, I rubbed my poor tummy. I looked at him as I did. Slow deliberate rubs, I wanted him to think of me rubbing something else, but he never got the message.

Some time passed, and eventually he had to leave. Bryce really did take my book with him, and just left with a friendly wave. There was no deeper romance, no indication that he’d ever intended to fire my oven up, or even woo me. Just a strange moment where he put a slice of pizza in my mind, which I played over and over in my mind, as quietly as I could beneath the sheets.