Ordering In by Estillore

I just had one of the shittiest days in all of my 23 years. A tropical storm, in the form of my vindictive ex, blew in overnight unexpectedly and ran away with my favorite leather jacket. Man, I need to change my locks! Then while I was trying to cook lunch, the microwave made its displeasure known by exploding on me. The back panel was fizzing and spraying sparks everywhere. Thick smoke was coming from the cracks, wafting up to trigger the smoke alarm. Dang, that bell took about fifty years off my life!

An hour and more than a few panicked neighbors later, the fire department finally let me go with a stern warning not to cause a false alarm. Yeah, like it was my fault I had a shitty microwave! The neighbors were giving me dirty looks and the fire chief looked like he was about to stroke. I ducked back hurriedly to my room, opting to use the stairs rather than risking getting mobbed in the elevator.

Fourteen flights of stairs later, I was ready to die. I was tired, hungry and more than a little pissed off at the world. I consulted my magic take-out drawer to see if it could offer any good advice on food choices. Ah, my favorite-pizza! I bet I've single handedly prevented my favorite pizza place from going under.

I dialed the sadly familiar number and waited three rings before it was picked up. "Hey, Joy. S'me," I greeted.

"Hey, Joey! The usual?" Joy's endlessly sensual voice greeted back.

Ooh, shiver. "Yup, extra large, double cheese and don't skimp on the meat."

"Yoh! Same order for 1404 Eagle Street! Make it snappy!" I heard Joy yell to whoever was back there in her kitchen.

"It'll be there in 45 minutes or your pizza is free," she intoned.

I laughed. Like Joy would ever give anyone free anything. If she could charge people by the minute when they eat at her pizza parlor she would. Or at least, Freddy, the delivery guy said so.

"All right, smart ass! Tip my delivery guy well, will ya? This one's new."

"Sure thing, Joy ol' buddy!" I replied cheerfully. "It's not like you pay them enough to survive!"

"Watch it, Josephine," she warned, using my hated full name, "I could put rat poison on your pizza and you will be none the wiser." Then she chuckled and said, "Or I could just come over and put the hurtin' on ya real bad. Don't forget, I know where you live."

"Yep. I'll get the handcuffs ready. I just bought a new cat o'nine tails that I'm sure you could find a naughty task for." I bantered back. I like Joy. She had the same brand of dirty humor I did.

"Oh, now, that is something I could get behind real quick," she drawled. There's that shiver again. God, she had a sexy voice. It was a cross between a purr and a husky growl dripping sex appeal.

I had to swallow before I could speak. My mouth was watering. Dirty little thoughts were traipsing gleefully across my brain. Man, I needed to get laid! I opened my mouth and an inhuman croak came from my throat. I heard Joy laugh. "You got forty-two minutes left, Stud muffin," I growled before slamming the phone down. Our conversations always ended the same way. With me sexually frustrated.

Not for the first time I wondered what Joy looked like. I'd never been to her pizza place. I didn't even know for sure how to get there. I wondered if she had a sexy bod to go with her sexy voice. Heck, I wondered if she was even gay or if she just liked to tease her customers. The thought left me disappointed and I was at a loss as to why.

I decided to take a quick shower while I waited for the food to arrive. Of course when I said quick shower, I meant somewhere around fifty minutes or so. It was a good thing I had put out my freshly washed robe before I jumped into the shower because just as I was rinsing off and deciding to stay under the hot spray for a few more minutes, someone started pounding on my door. Hard.

"Jeez, I'm coming!" I yelled out as I tied the sash around my waist roughly. "Hold your panties! Damn!"

I yanked the door open and was about to give whoever it was a piece of my mind when the words died with a croak in my throat. My mouth was hanging wide open as I surveyed the woman before me. She was taller than me by a few inches. Her hair was a peculiar shade of brown, almost auburn. The wet strands were sticking to her pink cheeks. Her eyes were a beautiful blue-green and her moist, pink lips were slightly parted as if she was breathing through them instead of her nose. My eyes travelled down to land on perfectly sized breasts. I could almost feel their weight in my hands. She wasn't wearing a bra. I could see her nipples straining through the fabric of her sheer white shirt. The wet shirt was sticking to every curve of her luscious body that my eyes hungrily devoured. She had a slim waist that flared into a graceful curve that introduced the longest legs I have ever set my eyes on. Without having to look I knew she would have the sweetest butt I had ever seen. Oh, yeah. I needed to get laid. Really badly.

"Hi," she said breathlessly. Her voice sounded familiar. "It's raining like a bitch in heat outside." Oh yeah? God bless the rain and all the makers of white shirts everywhere! "I'm not late, am I?"

"Oh, no. You're just in time," I drawled. In time for what, I didn't know. She short circuited my brain and I was running on full libido right then. I thought I might have even been drooling. I took a step forward only to have something nudge me in my stomach. I looked down and saw a white pizza box with a smiley pizza face on top and the words proclaiming?

"Joy's pizza!" she said with a smile. "We make pizzas smile."

I blinked once. Then again. This was the new delivery guy? Heck, Joy was so wrong. This was no guy! This woman was a goddess! We stood there staring at each other for long minutes. Then I noticed her shiver. It was then that her wet clothes and hair registered in my brain. Besides in the very obvious way, of course.

"Damn! I'm sorry," I apologized. "Come in, please. You must be cold out there." I watched her nipples as they pointed at me. I froze for a second, eyes glued to her chest before I felt the pizza box nudge me again. I looked up into her eyes and found that they'd gone several shades darker. I gulped and forced my feet to move. I showed her in and closed the door, leaning against it momentarily to try and regain the strength in my legs that had turned to jelly.

I cleared my throat. "You can put that down over there," I waved my hand at the kitchen counter. "Let me get you a towel."

I hurried off to grab a fluffy towel, taking the time to take a few deep breaths to calm my raging libido. I walked into the kitchen to find the delivery woman looking around her with a bemused expression on her face. I found that the small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth fascinated me.

"Um, here's the towel," I said a bit shakily. She turned to face me and I found myself staring at her breasts again. Damn, they're so pretty. So edible. Mmmm?

I heard her chuckle and immediately my face heated up. "Sorry," I mumbled. Then as soon as she took the towel, I turned and busied myself getting plates from my cupboard. "Why don't you join me for lunch?" I invited her, my head still stuck in the cupboard. There was silence behind me.

I turned around and caught her as she averted her eyes from my backside. I smirked. So, the gorgeous lady was checking me out. As suavely as I could, I stalked towards her, forgetting that I had plates and forks on my hand. Klutz that I am, the forks slid to the floor with a clatter, ruining my move. Damn!

I put the plates down on the counter and bent over to retrieve the fork. I heard her gasp. I looked up and found her eyes staring at the opening of my robe. My breasts were nearly hanging out of it. My first instinct was to close it but the look in her eyes had me paralyzed.

I stood slowly, letting the forks drop to the floor again. The clatter reverberated in the silence, followed by our heavy breathing. Then without warning, she walked towards me, grabbed my waist, and crushed me to her. Her mouth pressed against mine, first roughly then she pulled back a bit, easing the pressure as I returned her kiss.

Her lips were so soft, so soft. I got lost in their gentle softness; my own lips traced hers, and then parted. My tongue brushed against her upper lip, then slipped through as she welcomed me in. Her tongue battled with mine, first in her sweet mouth then in mine. I had never tasted a mouth as sweet as hers. Screw breathing, I could die like this and be happy.

My hands caressed her butt, then squeezed them roughly. I loved the whimper she made so I did it again. She moaned, the sound vibrating through me. One hand stayed, squeezing her ass rhythmically as my other hand travelled to the back of her head, pushing her further towards me, deepening our kiss.

Her hands were not idle. They mapped my back, giving my own butt cheeks a squeeze or ten. Then slowly, her hands travelled up my waist, around my torso to my breasts, cupping them. Then, she ran her thumbs over my hardened nipples. I wrenched my mouth from hers and groaned, letting my lips latch on to the space where her shoulder met her neck. I bit down none too gently and I heard her hiss. I sucked on the salty sweet piece of skin between my teeth, then lathed it with my tongue, trying to soothe away the sting.

I felt her legs buckle. I pushed her against the wall to steady both of us, my legs not feeling quite up to the task of holding me up either. I wanted to rip her shirt off to get to the nipples that had been teasing me since she showed up at my doorstep. I settled for taking the shirt off, instead. I yanked the wet garment out of her jeans and over her head, leaving it around her arms, trapping them. I smiled wickedly. Her breasts were on display for me to ogle and taste to my content.

I raised my hands to cup them, lifting the fleshy, luscious globes slightly so I could wrap my lips around them. I brushed my lips against one nipple then the other, loving the way the rough little points felt against my sensitized lips. I did it again. And again. All this time she was whimpering, arching her back for more contact. I teased her, waiting for her to beg. But she was resilient. So I let my tongue do the torturing for me. I hardened my tongue and licked around her nipple. Then I moved to her other breast without detaching my tongue from her skin. She arched her back some more. I felt her yank the shirt from her arms. I felt her hand clutch my head, trying to push me closer. I resisted. She hadn't begged me yet, so I nipped her nipple lightly. I heard her breathing hitch then she released a breath. "Please," she begged, her voice guttural and oh so sexy.

I smiled in satisfaction before taking as much of her breast as I could into my mouth and sucking lustily. "Oh, yeah! Baby! Harder!"

I let my other hand squeeze the neglected breast, my fingers pinching her rigid nipple. I felt her rub herself against me, torso against torso, hip against hip. Then she growled, pushed me away, flung my robe off my body, and crushed me into her again.

My mouth let go of her breast to trail little bites up her chest and neck. I lingered at her pulse point, sucking the skin into my mouth. I heard her whimper again. I licked my way to her open mouth and plunged in, plundering my way through.

My hands dropped to her jeans and started unbuttoning. When I got her fly open, my hand dipped inside and found nothing but skin. This surprised me enough that I pulled back and looked at her. She had a sexy smirk on her face. Oooh, I liked this woman.

I slowly dragged my hand down her legs, taking her wet jeans with them. Her skin was like warm silk. Once I got rid of her jeans and boots, I stepped back to take a look at her in all her naked glory. I was right. She was a goddess. I had never seen perfection and sensuality in one drop dead gorgeous package before. My mouth watered. "Let me put a name to this beauty I see before me," I whispered to her. So libido brought out the sappy poet in me.

She smiled softly. The lust never left her eyes but something else joined it. Tenderness, perhaps. "J," she answered softly. Then she let her eyes rake over my own naked body and her eyes darkened further. She growled softly and stepped towards me. Then she bent to whisper in my ear, "You are a goddess, Joey."

Before I could ask her how she knew my name, she took my mouth in an intense kiss and all thought left my brain. This time she pushed me against the wall, trapping my arms above my head, her hand holding my wrists. Then she looked at me as her finger traced a fiery path from my lips, down my throat and around my nipples. It was my turn to arch my back and beg. She dipped her head and savagely devoured my breast. I felt my legs start to give out. "Bed! Now!" I commanded.

I wrapped my legs around her waist as I directed her to the bedroom. Every step she took jostled me and my wet centre rubbed against her solid six-pack. Without warning she threw me down the bed. I bounced a few times; she chuckled as she watched me.

Then she knelt by the foot of the bed, taking my foot in her hands. She gently kissed the tip of each toe before sliding it into her hot mouth. She sucked on each toe, never taking her eyes off mine for even a second. I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. Every touch of her tongue stole a little bit of my sanity. She moved her kisses to my ankle, trailing up my leg, peppering it with bites and licks, each leaving a little burning ember in its wake.

By the time she reached my upper thigh, there was a raging river of nectar between my legs. Finally, her mouth hovered over the apex of my legs. I opened them in invitation. But the wench bypassed it and started kissing down my other leg, repeating what she did to my right leg only in reverse. Then she pulled herself up. Finally, I thought to myself. I was already soaking the bed and she hadn't even touched me there yet.

But again the wench ignored my wet centre and started kissing my abdomen. I groaned in frustration and tried to push her head where I needed her. But she pulled away and smirked at me. "Patience, my sweet," she whispered in that sultry voice of hers. Why does her voice sound so familiar?

"Fine, but I just might finish without you," I warned.

Her eyes widened then turned into slits, glittering blue visible between the lids. "Not if I have anything to say about it!"

Finally! She buried her nose in the coarse, crisp hair that covered my womanhood, inhaling my essence. She moaned deep in her chest, the vibration tickling my overly distended clit. I moaned with her. I could feel myself paint my essence on her chest. I think she liked it because she started rubbing her chest against me. I moaned again. "That feels so good, baby," I groaned.

She dipped her head to take another deep breath of me. "You smell so good, sweetheart. So good," she moaned. "I bet you taste even better." Then she slipped her tongue between my nether lips. I hissed as a bolt of intense pleasure sliced through me, leaving me open and wanting. I know it's been a long time but, damn, it never felt this good before. Or this right.

Her tongue swirled around the hard nub that was my clitoris. My hips started to undulate without my permission. My ability to form words left me and I was reduced to incoherent moans, whimpers and sobs. Her finger started to circle my opening as if asking permission to enter. "Yes," I moaned.

She took my clit into her mouth sucking gently at first, then harder as her tongue batted my clit. I shouted, "Oh, yes, baby!" Then I felt her fingers plunge into me and I was lost in the sensations that she created in me. She played me like a maestro and I was a helpless instrument completely at her mercy. And I was loving every second of it. I started seeing colours behind my closed lids. My body was gearing towards the pinnacle of pleasure and I was helpless to stop it.

J started pounding into me harder and faster. I could hear myself moaning her name over and over again. "J? J? I'm so close, honey. Harder!" she complied and I was lost. As I was hurled up and over the precipice I screamed her name. "JJJJJJJ?.."

She milked every last spasm from me, still sucking on my clit then lapping up my juices; then going back to suck my clit some more. And even though I believed she'd sucked me dry, I came again. Loudly. I felt her smile against my thigh where she rested her head.

"Come'ere, you," I begged her softly. She kissed my womanhood one more time before kissing her way up to my lips. The taste of myself on her tongue and the sexy smirk on her face drove me wild and I started to show her what she had done to me by repeating her earlier demonstration, while adding a few twists of my own, of course.

Several hours later, we laid on my bed, spent and panting but momentarily sated. I had my head on her chest, listening to her heart as it slowed to its normal pace. Her arms were wrapped around me, one hand rubbing my back slowly, absently, as if we'd done this a million times before. And strangely enough it felt so familiar. And safe.

"I bet the pizza's cold," J chuckled.

I chuckled along with her. "And my microwave's broken," I informed her.

She laughed this time, my head bouncing against her chest. I squeezed her just because I could and started to drift off to sleep. But something was nagging at the back of my brain.

"J?" I called softly.

"Yeah, babe?"

"What does J stand for?"

I swore I could hear her smile. "Joy."

I bolted up and stared at her. "You're Joy?" At her gleeful nod, I howled and said loudly, "I knew you were hot!"

Then I pounced on her and we began all over again.

THE END