This is the continuing account of Will's visit to Kelly's apartment recounted in
Beer, Pizza, and Stories, Oh My.
Will and Kelly were hanging out, and Will told Kelly about his experiences with her friend, Sally. As the evening progressed, Kelly repeatedly reminisced about their shared sexual experience the year before, a topic they had vowed never to discuss. As a result, their sexual tensions escalated with unforeseen results.
The story picks up when the pizza finally arrives.
Kelly wipes my cum from her right eye and licks it from her fingers. Two lines of my white cream streak through her brown hair and smear her beautiful face. I see it drip from her chin. She reaches up, grabs my waist, and pulls herself up until she stands.
"You're welcome. Did you like that?"
"Holy crap..., that was..."
I have difficulty finding words; my hands grip the table edge as I steady myself. Kelly smiles and turns to grab a towel from her kitchen counter. Turning back, she sees a woman's face staring through the kitchen door window.
-- Why Don't We Do It in the Road?" --
"Good timing, the pizza is here."
I never heard a knock.
Kelly moves to the door while wiping her face. She doesn't bother to cover herself.
Even with my brain muddled by the intense orgasm and the accompanying endorphins, I think this is a little weird.
"Shouldn't we get dressed?" I ask but make no move to do so.
She looks through the window at the reddened face of the delivery driver.
"Why?" Kelly says dismissively. "Let's add some excitement to this girl's mundane job."
"I'm not sure that's a good..." I start to say.
Opening the door wide, she motions the delivery woman in.
"Come on in, please excuse...," Kelly almost laughs when she glances back at me. "um... the mess."
A shit-eating grin rises on Kelly's lips, and it seems she wants to play exhibitionist with the delivery driver. Kelly is in rare form tonight and has been since I got here.
A tall young woman in a red Pizza Hut ball cap quickly steps into the kitchen. The young woman doesn't seem particularly fazed by the scene but appears excited by what she sees. She is easily four or five inches taller than Kelly. The Pizza Hut hat sits high, cockeyed on her head, and looks stupid. She wears a matching red Pizza Hut Polo shirt, tan khaki shorts, and red Vans without socks. The thin black strap of her purse crosses her chest from her left shoulder to her right hip and pulls in her already tight shirt between her breasts, accentuating their fullness. Holding a large, red, insulated pizza bag, her wide green eyes and knowing grin adorn a face almost as red as her outfit. Her ample breast heaves with her heavy breathing. I know it's cold outside, and she has to be cold in only shorts and a polo shirt. It's no surprise her hard nipples are poking through the red material.
There is something familiar about this woman; her glowing green eyes and dark eyebrows trigger lost memories. But my addled brain can't seem to make a connection. I know that face.
Kelly, cum soaked towel in hand, shuts the door and, brushing past the woman, leads her into the small kitchen. My foggy, endorphin-dosed brain gives no directions to move as I stare at the tall female delivery driver. In the tight space of the room, the three of us form a triangle, within arm's length of each other. Kelly and I must have been a sight. Kelly, half-naked, the top of her brown muff and pussy exposed and wiping cum from her face. And me, a sweaty tall naked guy with blue sweatpants around his ankles with a semi-hard cock, hanging between his legs. Cum drips from its tip and coats the shaft and matted bush.
"Come in. Please excuse us; you caught us in the middle of something. You can set the pizza on the counter. How much is it?"
"Yeah, no worries, I see this all the time," the woman smiles but doesn't put the pizza down.
Kelly takes a moment to wash her hands and dry them with a paper towel. The woman stands slackjawed as Kelly cleans her hands, and I stare at her dark eyebrows and green eyes. The beer, weed, and endorphins conspire to keep me just on the edge of the memory. Tossing the paper towel in the trash, Kelly picks up her purse from the counter. Fishing out her wallet, she opens it and faces the driver.
"Sorry, I needed to wash my hands," Kelly pauses, looking at the woman. "So you walk into these situations often?"
The woman stands transfixed, her mouth forming a slight grin, and her eyes dart between Kelly's half-naked body and mine. Lifting her gaze, she returns her focus to Kelly.
"I appreciate that... it'd be a pain dealing with the sticky bills. And, no, I was joking. But it seems more like I caught the big climax. You know, so to speak."
Fuck, that voice. I know that voice. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to make the connection.
"Heh, good one. That you did. So, how much?" Kelly asks again.
I'm staring at the woman when she shifts her gaze to me. I imagine I have the same expression on my face that's on hers. That look a person gets when they see someone they should know, are sure they know, but can't place them or remember their name.
I'm confounded by the unforeseen circumstances I find myself in. One minute Kelly is giving me a fantastic blowjob, and the next, a young woman, whom I'm sure I know, is standing in front of me, staring at my naked body. Maintaining my composure, I lean against the table, legs slightly spread and outstretched, gripping its edge tightly. Self-conscious because the woman's gaze lingers on my body; I am also excited for the same reason. To my chagrin, my cock responds to the sexual excitement by involuntarily twitching and jerking as it becomes erect. The young woman gasps, and Kelly giggles as my cock begins to rise. I groan, knowing I'm putting on a show. With a smile and sigh, the woman's all-too-familiar eyes return to mine. Caught like a rabbit in a snare and not knowing what to do, I try to act cool: I smile and nod. My cock nods, too, and points at her.
"You have to excuse Will; he's an excitable boy," Kelly laughs. "Was that 13.99 or 14.99? Never mind, a twenty should cover it and a tip."
The woman's attention is on a different tip; her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open as she stares hard at my face. She looks at Kelly and then back at me.
"Will? OH MY GOD! Will Fornier, is that you? Holy fuck, it is!."
