All characters depicted are 18 years or age or older.
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Bernard's stomach gurgled and he checked the clock. He was hoping his pizza would be late, and thus free. But now it was almost alarmingly late. From his seat behind the check-out counter at the library, he couldn't see the parking lot, but he was getting a little anxious.
Ashley pulled up to the curb, not bothering to get into a parking spot. She slapped on her hazards, grabbed the pizza, flung her door open, and hurried up the old marble stairs to the library entrance. It seemed busy and she passed several people as she approached the huge outward-swinging double doors. The young man in front of her held the door open and waved for her to enter. His eyes widened at her approach.
She bound up the stairs holding a large flat pizza box. His eyes were immediately drawn to her bouncing chest. She was wearing a very tight white baseball style shirt with red sleeves. But it was much too small. Her breasts were unrestrained, wobbling and shaking inside the stretched confines of the white fabric. He could see her stiff, darker pink nipples poking out just below the slit in the neck.
"Oh," he said as she passed.
"Thanks," she chirped with a nod and a pleasant smile.
"Uhhh..." he gaped, watching her from behind.
The doorway had a landing, but after that, the stairs continued up. He watched her perky butt cheeks jiggle, hanging out of her short denim cut-offs. As she rose step by step, the changing angle gave him an incredible view. Her supple ass bounced back and forth in the tight shorts. He could see between her thighs and he glimpsed her puffy pink lips. He could see that she wasn't wearing panties.
"Holy ssshhhhh-"
From behind the checkout desk, Bernard saw the red Pepe's hat bobbing toward him in the crowd. He checked the clock: definitely late enough to be free. He smiled as he rose to walk out from behind the counter, eager for his free lunch. Upon doing so, he was caught off guard and hesitated.
Although Ashley was new at Wayside High School, her looks and personality had immediately made her popular. She was the hot new white chick on the cheerleading squad. Bernard wasn't athletic enough to join the school's football or basketball teams, but he was a student. He had noticed her walking the hallways and practicing, or at the games, just like everyone else had. She was a dime.
He had to adjust himself discretely as he approached. Ashley's cute face greeted him invitingly, as did her huge, bra-less tits. The thin material of her white shirt was semi-translucent, clearly stretched to the limit over her massive perky breasts. Her tits seemed to be presented to him on the platter of the large flat pizza box: extra large tits topped with extra large, slightly darker pink nipples. This top was even more revealing than the cheerleading uniform. Bernard's eyes were open wide, locked onto her wobbling mounds.
"Did someone order pizza?" she asked cheerfully.
He drank in the view, then met her gaze. "Ha! Your late."
"Aw, really? Its still hot you know..." she said, tilting her head.
"Hmmm I can see that..." he said, letting his gaze drop back to her chest.
"Can you now," she said coyly. The obvious attention made her nipples stiffen noticeably, but he was staring awkwardly. "Um, hello?" She couldn't help but smile.
Bernard's slack-jawed expression tightened, and his eyes met hers.
"Oh, uh, hahaha, sorry." he said, smiling his broad bright smile. "It's Ashley, right? Ashley Carter?"
Ashley's head tilted again, and she studied his face with curiosity, holding her smile.
"Um...Have we, uh-, met?" she said, trying to recognize the handsome, slightly chubby young black man.
"No, no, I don't think so. But I've seen you around school. You are the new cheerleader?"
Ashley giggled. "Yep, that's me."
"I'm Bernard. I'm a senior at Wayside too." He extended a hand awkwardly. Hers were full, holding the pizza box.
"Oh, hahahaha," Ashley laughed, gesturing with the box.
"Hahahaha, ooops," Bernard said, laughing a bit clumsily. "Well, your late, right? Its free?"
"Aw, come on Bernard. From one Beaver to another, can't you show a little mercy," she pleaded, batting her eyes. "How about a tip at least?"
To Ashley, this meant sex. Bernard didn't know that, but he was a poor high school student just like her, trying to get some pocket money. He just happened to work at the library instead of the pizza place. It was Pepe's fault the pizza was late, so Bernard wasn't going to pay. But he shouldn't take it out on her.
"The tip, just the tip?" he questioned.
She nodded eagerly. Her pussy throbbed.
"Here, follow me to the staff room. Its Steinhauser's turn to pay anyway."
Ashley followed her fellow student carrying the pizza. It was easier to navigate through the crowd with Bernard's bulky body leading the way. They turned a corner and the crowd thinned out. At the end of the hallway, a door swung open. A tall pudgy white guy came out pushing a cart of books. He looked to be about in his mid-20s, slightly older than Bernard and Ashley. The door began to swing closed behind him.
"Oh, Harry, hold the door!" Bernard shouted, hurrying to catch the heavy door.
Harold hated that stupid nickname, but everyone used it anyway. He held the door with his foot, exhaling a dramatic deep sigh. Bernard grabbed it.
"Thanks," he said.
The unkempt looking, messy-haired guy pushed his cart of books down the hall.
"Make sure you don't eat all the pizza before I'm back," he said.
Bernard held the door open for Ashley, waving her in.
"Hey! It's your turn to pay, Steinhauser," Bernard complained as the guy pushed the cart away.
"I'll get ya back," he replied, chuckling, turning the corner out of sight.
"He said that last time," Bernard told Ashley as the secure door closed behind them.
The staff room was a small dingy area, not quite cluttered, but clearly needing some attention. Bernard straightened against a wall and Ashley had to squeeze by him to place the pizza box on the table. As she did so, her perky butt dragged across his crotch.
Bernard swallowed as she pushed past. He'd already been hiding a half-chub. Now, in closer proximity to the hot brunette, he felt his cock swell even more. He tried to casually cross his hands in front of himself to hide it.
Ashley placed the box on the table, leaning down slightly to do so. She lifted the lid of the box to show the finished product to the customer. She'd forgotten to do this during her first delivery.
"Looks delicious," he stammered, glaring at her cleavage. Her bulging, round breasts hung down as she leaned forward, and Bernard swallowed again. At that angle, the thick shape of her rigid nipples stood out in profile under the thin material. His cock tented fully, surging against the palm of his folded hand over his crotch. He winced, resisting the urge to flex his erection.
Ashley smiled, holding the pose for a moment. She could tell Bernard was ogling her and the lurching shape in his shorts drew her attention. He was trying to hide it, but he seemed to be sporting a huge "tip" for her.
She bit her lip and stood straight. Her perky tits jiggled, and she could feel her aching stiff nipples tenting the front of her shirt. Ashley was still aroused from her previous "tip" session and this sensation only grew as she noted the ballooning shape in her peripheral vision. Bernard fidgeted anxiously. Ashley smiled at him innocently. She absolutely reveled at the effect she was having on her new acquaintance. She crossed to his side of the table, noticing how slick her thighs had become. She must have soaked through the gusset of her shorts. Again.
"Well, do you have something for me?" she asked, standing in front of Bernard, hands on hips. His face was blank as she gazed slightly up at him. He was mesmerized by her cleavage.
Bernard shuffled backward nervously. "Uhm, I'm not sure if..." He felt his back hit the wall.
Ashley moved toward him. For emphasis, she held out an open palm.
He assumed she wanted money, stammering, "...Steinhauser was gonna..." and reaching into his pockets, moving his hands. They no longer blocked his cock.
Ashley felt a wide round shape nudge her navel, below her cropped top. "Huuuuh," she said, looking down.
Between their bodies, a thick shape spanned the space. Bernard's tent, no longer constrained by his hands in the loose shorts, surged on its own accord. Because he could not move back further, his stiffening cock pressed firmly into Ashley's bare stomach. She could feel the warmth of his erection through the material stretched over his head. It beat with his heart against her skin.
"Oh fuck!" Bernard groaned, distraught. His hands snagged in his pockets as he tried to yank them out to cover himself.
"It looks like someone is ready to give me the tip," Ashley murmured. Her hands went right to the thick shape at the top of his tent. She squeezed it tentatively.
Bernard's covered cock leapt in her grip as he finally freed his hands, bringing them to her shoulders and pushing her back. The thick shape was long enough that, even as Bernard pushed Ashley back to lean on the table, his bulge was still in her grasp.
