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When I opened the door, I was surprised that the delivery man was a bit older than I expected. After hearing about my friends’ encounters with him, I assumed he was a college kid. But this guy looked like he was almost thirty.
“Hi, Alicia?” he asked, handing me the large box of high-caloric naughtiness.
“I’m Alicia.”
I grabbed the box and motioned for him to come inside the house. My purse was staged on the table, and I knew exactly what to do.
“How are you doing tonight?” I asked as I pretended to rumble through my bag looking for money.
“Great! And you?”
“I’m fine.” I started getting nervous. I still didn’t know if I could go through with it — or if I could even pull it off if I did go through with it. I wondered if maybe the charade of looking for money was going on too long. But, after almost a minute of perpetuating the ruse, I felt obligated to see my plan through.
“Shit, this is so embarrassing. I can’t believe this is happening,” I mumbled.
“Is there something wrong, Alicia?”
I had the feeling he felt obligated to ask me that, but he had a knowing look on his face that seemed to indicate he knew exactly where this was headed.
“Um, yeah, um…what’s your name again?”
I was stalling. I stared at the money in my wallet and thought maybe it was high time to end my performance right then.
“Stephen,” he said, looking slightly impatient.
He had to know what was going on by then.
“Yeah, um, Stephen…it’s really embarrassing to have to admit this, but…it turns out my cheap, son-of-a-bitch husband didn’t leave me any spending money. He’s away on a business trip. I think he has all the credit cards with him too.”
“Is that right?”
I hung my head down. Now I was officially embarrassed. “Yeah, I’m really sorry about this. I didn’t mean to waste your time.”
“What would you like me to do about this, Alicia?”
“Oh, shit,” I thought. “Does he not know the dance? Is this even the right guy? Or were my friends fucking with me all along?”
“Well, I was thinking, there is a little something I can do to compensate you,” I said as I walked closer to my conquest. I stood in front of him, looking into his eyes, and reached for the button of his pants. I fumbled. I don’t know what the deal was with that damned button, but it just wouldn’t budge at all.
Did I mention I was officially embarrassed at that point?
He pulled back the covers, as if issuing a formal invitation to join him.
“I’m sure I can make it worth your while,” I said, trying to sound sexy even though I felt like a complete idiot fumbling around with a strange man’s pants. This went on for another minute. I thought that Stephen would burst out laughing or something, but he just stared down at me intently. Maybe he wanted a blow job so badly that he didn’t care if it came from someone making a complete ass out of herself.
Apparently he decided this comedy of errors had gone on long enough. He grabbed my hand, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Come on, Alicia, you don’t have to do this. Why would you want to degrade yourself this way?”
“Huh?”
“You heard me,” he said sternly.
“Um…I mean, I thought this is what guys want.”
“Do you really think you’re blazing some kind of trail here?”
“Uh…I’m not sure.” I was beyond humiliated. I thought it was about time I ended this poorly-scripted porno, gave him the money I had in my purse, and got him the hell out of my house.
“This isn’t original at all,” he told me. “I get this act at least three times a week.”
“You do?
Great. Not only did I make a complete fool out of myself, I felt like a loser because I couldn’t even seduce a man who gets seduced by customers at least three times a week.
“So, you don’t like it when women do this?” I asked, hoping he would reassure me that there wasn’t anything wrong with me.
“No, I’m not saying that. I do like it. But that’s not really the point. That’s not why I do it.”
I thought about my pizza getting cold. If I wasn’t going to get laid, the least he could do was get the fuck out of my house and let me get fat in peace.
“What is the point? You want it from everybody else in the neighborhood, but you don’t want it from me?”
Stephen took my hand and looked into my eyes. It was an extremely sweet and intimate gesture, especially considering I didn’t know him, and I had just spent the last couple of minutes making an ass out of myself in front of him.
“No,” he said. “I didn’t mean it that way. What I mean is, I don’t just give women what they want. I give them what they need. I know this isn’t really who you are, so this isn’t what you need.”
“So…what do I need?”
“What were your plans before I got here? I mean, what did you think would happen after you gave me a blow job in exchange for your pizza?” Stephen smiled and it was the first time I noticed the perfectly round dimples embedded in his cheeks. The longer he stayed in my house, the more and more attracted to him I became.
“After I sucked you off and you went on your merry way, I figured I’d end up eating pizza, drinking, and maybe watching a movie,” I said, pointing to a stack of DVDs that were covered in dust.
Stephen took off his shirt and pants, revealing what I had done this all for. I sat on the couch and watched intently as he walked toward the television, reaching for the neglected DVDs. He methodically flipped through each one, as if flashes of movie trailers ran through his mind to help him make a decision. I stared at him — shirtless, with a huge erection beginning to poke through his underwear. Part of me was glad he wanted to stay, but another part of me wished we just had the quickie I planned.
After much deliberation, Stephen flipped open a DVD case, put the movie in the DVD player, and turned off the lights. When he sat down, he put his arm around me. It was actually nice not to feel rushed.
“I think you’ll like this one,” he said as he stroked the side of my arm up and down with his soft fingertips. I was surprised to see it was a sappy chick flick — not the kind of thing I’d expect any man to choose on purpose, and certainly not the kind of movie I could ever rope my husband into watching with me. I guess Stephen was right: he really was here to take care of my needs, no matter how ridiculous those needs were.
I put my head on his shoulder as the opening credits rolled. It had been a long time since I’d watched one of those syrupy flicks guaranteed to make me tear up. I hoped Stephen wouldn’t notice if I started crying a little bit — which I inevitably did. When the movie was over, he jumped up off the couch and turned the lights back on.
“Okay, Alicia, I think it’s time for bed.”
It was about time! I could finally get down to the business of having the sex I’d been thinking about all day. Don’t get me wrong: I enjoyed talking to Stephen and having him hold me while we watched a movie I enjoyed. But he was here to fuck me, and I didn’t want to wait for his cock any longer.
Stephen grabbed my hand and led me to the staircase. “I assume the bedroom is upstairs?”
“Yeah, first door on the left.”
My hand started to sweat as he led me up the stairs. The anticipation of whatever was about to happen made me hot. After teasing me for hours, Stephen finally took off his underwear and slipped into my bed. He pulled back the covers, as if issuing a formal invitation to join him.
I stripped down to my bra and panties and climbed into bed. He turned off the lamp on my nightstand, pulled me close to him, and started tenderly kissing my neck.
I started rocking my hips to meet his eager fingers….
Finally! This was what I was in it for. I put my arms around him and caressed his muscular back. I slid my hands down to his ass and started massaging each perfect cheek. Stephen unhooked my bra and frantically pulled it off to give him full access to my tits. He began sucking each of my nipples hungrily, as if his life depended on it. As I wiggled out of my panties and watched them drop to the floor, I could feel his erection throb against my leg. I reached my hand to grab his hard, thick cock.
“Uh-uh,” he scolded me as he intercepted my hand. “I told you this was about taking care of you. Just lean back and enjoy it.”
So I did. I closed my eyes and moaned as he squeezed my breasts, massaging my slippery nipples with his fingers to keep them perky and hard. Then he slid his hands between my legs and rested them on my slit. My pussy juices poured out of me, and I longed for him to put something, anything, inside of me. Our bodies were perfectly still against each other for what seemed like an eternity, and our breathing got heavier as the anticipation mounted. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he plunged two of his fingers inside of my aching, slick pussy.
I jumped from the surprise of having my pussy invaded in that way after our long moment of calm. I started rocking my hips to meet his eager fingers, as he took one of my nipples in his mouth again and started intensely sucking it. I ran my hands up and down his back again, longing for him to ram his cock in me.
Stephen was ferocious with his fingers, sticking them deeper and deeper inside me, each time getting me closer and closer to a delicious climax. I slammed my hips into his hand, and within seconds his magic fingers made me come. With a loud moan, I dug my nails into his back. My hips shook as the last wave of orgasm flowed through me. We both laid still on the bed.
We didn’t say a word to each other the rest of the night. Stephen rolled over and laid on his back, pulling me close to him until I nestled my head in his chest hair. It was so relaxing and we fell asleep that way.
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