The Pizza girl? (ThePurpleD3viL)

Mason knew he couldn’t ignore whoever this was. He took a slow breath, trying to calm his racing heart and cracked the door open just enough to look outside.

He found himself face to face with a pretty, petite redhead with short curly hair. She looked a couple of years older than him, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two. She was wearing the bright red and yellow uniform of a local pizza chain Mason was familiar with, holding three pizza boxes stacked on top of each other. The smell of hot cheese and pepperoni drifted through the gap in the door.

“Hello! You ordered a couple of pizzas? I have two pepperoni and a plain margarita,” she said cheerfully, checking the receipt on top of the stack.

Mason opened the door the rest of the way. Relief washed over him so fast his knees felt weak. It wasn’t a bunch of guys out to get him. Just a normal delivery girl doing her job. No one who knew what he had almost done in the kitchen a minute ago.

“Hey… No, I think you have the wrong house. We didn’t order any pizzas,” he said with a small, awkward smile.

The girl looked confused. She glanced down at the address written on the paper taped to the top box, then back at the apartment number on the wall next to his door. “Strange, it is this address.” She held the boxes out toward him. “Can you hold these boxes please?” She didn’t wait for a response and just pushed the warm stack into his arms before pulling out her phone from her pocket. She dialed the pizza place quickly, pressing the phone to her ear.

Mason waited patiently, balancing the boxes. They were heavy and still hot. The smell made his stomach rumble again. He could hear the girl explaining the situation to whoever was on the other end of the line. She kept glancing at him and smiling apologetically while she talked.

After a few moments of silence while she listened, she spoke into the phone again. “Welp, okay I’ll do that.” She hung up and turned to look at Mason with an awkward smile. “I guess it was a prank caller who just wanted to waste everyone’s time. Some douches, huh?”

Mason just laughed politely. He motioned to hand the pizzas back to her. “Yeah, people suck sometimes.”

The girl moved back a step, laughing as she waved her hands. “It’ll just be more trouble for me carrying them back. Must be your lucky day! Keep ’em. Although it might be too much pizza for one guy, hahaha.”

Mason smiled and shook his head. “Hahaha, it might be too much but luckily my sister’s here so we should be just fine. She is cooking dinner right now…” His voice trailed off as he remembered why his sister was doing it. The image of her topless in the kitchen flashed back immediately, massive tits pushed out toward him, hands behind her back, his fingers only an inch away from grabbing them. The shame came rushing back hard. He had almost crossed the line. If the doorbell hadn’t rung he probably would have done it. He would have touched his own brainwashed sister while she stood there obedient and ready.

“Oops! I hope she won’t mind all this free pizza taking the spotlight away from her cooking!” The girl replied, laughing again. “I’ll leave ya to it in case she wants to fight me over it!” She waved at Mason and turned to walk away down the hallway, her short curly red hair bouncing with each step.

Mason waved back weakly. “Thanks… appreciate it.” He stepped back inside, locked the door behind him and placed the pizzas on the table in front of the couch. The warm boxes smelled really good.