Maybe it was the way he talked that attracted me to him. Maybe it was the way the rain soaked his shirt causing it to press against his chiseled body that turned me on. I remember the night as if it were yesterday. A rainy night in mid-June.
I had ordered a pizza and was growing impatient. I had been looking out the window, waiting for the pizza boy. Finally, he had arrived. I saw him and instantly felt my pussy get a little wet.
I licked my lips as he walked up to my door. He looked familiar, and I then remembered. He was the extremely distracting boy from my History class. Everyday, I would stare at him and daydream about the day I got him in my panties.
He rang the doorbell and I quickly snapped back to reality. Before I opened the door, I adjusted my shirt to reveal as much cleavage as I possibly could. I opened the door and gave him a very flirtatious smile.
"Hi," I said. He smiled at me, and he stared at my almost entirely uncovered breasts. I glanced down at his pants and noticed a tent forming. A small moan escaped my lips, and we both returned to reality.
I tried to make conversation to make him stay longer. "Hey, you're that guy from my History class, aren't you?" I asked.
"Yeah, your name's Danielle, right?" he said.