Hi! My name is Cheri. I'm eighteen years old, a senior in high school, and about two months ago, I took a job delivering pizzas for Art's Pizzeria. I'm driving this old car handed down from my older sister, Irene, so my main purpose in the job is to save up money for a new car, so I can hand this wreck down to my neighbor, Tim, who's going to give me a token two hundred dollars for it (It's worth maybe six hundred). The Dodge is a family tradition that leaks oil on the driveway and wheezes when you accelerate.
When I first took the job, I was more than a little horrified by the uniform they forced me to wear (Art is a perv!). The blouse is blue satin with a big pizza on the back with 'Art's' written across it, and the shorts are blue spandex and so short, they're not much longer than panties, in fact, unless I wore a thong, my underwear would peek out the bottom of the shorts. And with a thong, the top stretches over my butt in the top. We also had to wear pantyhose and high heels, both of which I hate, having been a tomboy all my life. So, I finally started using the skimpiest bikini panties I could find. Oh, I guess I should explain about my body and my boyfriend and my little neighbor so all this will make sense.
First, my body: I'm tall, really tall for a girl, I'm five ten barefoot, and so I'm about six feet wearing those stupid high heels. My hair is blond, that Nordic blond that is almost white – even my pubic hair, what little there is of it. My snatch isn't quite the same color – a slightly more golden color – and somewhat sparse. I'm not at all hairy. In fact, except for my head and crotch, I'm practically hairless. Oh, I do have some really fine blond hair on my arms and legs, but it's so tiny and thin that it's nearly invisible.
I shave my legs and underarms anyway, but more because I'm a sensualist than anything else. My breasts are really unspectacular – nice enough for little tits, at least my nipples are large and a very pale tan color. Tim, who's my age, loves to suck them while he beats off... but more about Tim later. My face is oval with a nice smile and eyelashes so blond that I have to color them with makeup to make them visible.
My best feature is my legs and ass, or so I'm frequently told. My legs are long, shapely and very heavily muscled from roller-skating, and my ass is round and hard. I have a great tan except for the bikini marks that I plan to lose when I leave home and can sun myself naked on my patio, roof or whatever. As I said, I'm very sensualistic, but oddly didn't really discover sex until a couple of years ago, and proper fucking only very recently – it was always something I'd shied away from. I mean, who wants to get pregnant or catch a venereal disease! But I've always loved hot baths, massages, and just being touched in general.
I let my boyfriend, Bob, fuck me about six months ago, my first normal sex, and he does it at least once a week – basically whenever we have time. I've learned to like it a lot, but I actually get as much or more fun from sucking him off, I don't know why, unless it's just because it lasts longer. I've never had an orgasm except when I'm touching myself, but that brings up Tim. Ah yes, Tim. How to explain about Tim...
Tim, my little neighbor is a computer geek who wouldn't have a prayer for a sex life it hadn't been for me. He has never fucked my pussy because he's so freaked out by the idea of making any girl pregnant or he's gay and doesn't know it yet - I really have no idea. I also think he feels insecure, like if I got pregnant, I might somehow make him marry me and then force him to work in a grocery store or something.
Well, let me explain how it started. Two years ago, I looked out my window, which is right across from Tim's bedroom, and saw Tim sitting on the edge of his bed and beating off. Mind you, I didn't have any sexual attraction for the squirt, in fact, that's the whole reason I have sex with him – he's absolutely no threat, and I wanted to experiment with sex. Anyway, I was still a virgin at the time and curious about sex in an intellectual way, and Tim and his father had only been living next door for a couple of weeks. So, I popped out my window and climbed in his before he knew what was happening.
He was a little freaked out and still clutching his pecker like a lifeline, so I told him not to be freaked out, but asked if I could watch. He told me I could watch if I took my shirt off, so that's how it started – he would suck my tits and beat off and splash my legs with his come. He wanted to fuck me too, and we would talk about it, I mean, basically, I was willing because I wanted to see what it felt like, but he was scared I'd get pregnant (I had no birth control, and we'd heard rubbers weren't reliable.)
The way we finally settled it was I would raise my knees really high while lying on his bed, and he would fuck my bottom while sucking my tits. It hurt at first, until I learned to 'let go' and let it in, but even when it hurt, I liked it – having his dick up my ass gave me a really warm feeling down there that would spread up me like lava or something, and I would touch myself and come really easy. Also, it made me feel dirty and cheap, and that seems sexy to me.
Nowadays, it doesn't hurt me at all, and I let him fuck my ass from every position imaginable. So, anyway, you get the idea – I'm sort of a sex maniac sensualist with little or no interest in having sex with anyone else. Perhaps I'm a narcissist? Like I said, Tim doesn't count, and Bob, well, I like the sex okay, but I only do it so he won't break up with me. It is important social status in high school to have a boyfriend.
Anyway, back to my stupid uniform. I hadn't worn it a week when I came down with a yeast infection. I went to the doctor and he told me that I wasn't getting enough oxygen down there – which, between the spandex, pantyhose and nylon panties is no surprise. So, I stopped wearing panties and cut out the crotch of my pantyhose. Well, this made my lower lips really obviously visible through the spandex, but my tips started going up.
I felt like a trashy slut, but I stopped wearing my bra as well for the way my nipples were so clearly delineated by my satin blouse – my tips got even better. People started ordering more pizza. Soon I was making a hundred bucks a day, and well on my way to that new car. That's how things were when I delivered a pizza to Selma Shepard.
Selma was a friend of my mom's from her job. Selma was in her late twenties, medium height and what they called voluptuous before it meant fat. She wasn't fat, just real curved everywhere – big tits, wide hips, thick calves, a slim waist and long thighs and narrow ankles. She was really good looking, you know, only she sort of hid it by dressing severely, wearing business suits, and she had her blond hair cut short. She was not a natural blond, but she was certainly beautiful, in a severe, perfect sort of way.
So, there I am at her door, and she opens it, smoking a cigarette, and she looks me up and down with some surprise and invites me in. I follow her into her living room where she's fumbling with her purse to pay me, which she did, and then looking at me intensely with her big brown eyes, she says, "I always thought you were more conservative than to dress like that. You look like a whore." She said this calmly, with no malice, even a friendly tone, so I wasn't greatly offended, although I did blush.
