Nobody under eighteen, any resemblance to any person is just coincidental. This is just fantasy. It's not reality. The story could be in several different categories, but it started out as "Loving Wives" so I'm inclined to keep it there.
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Way, way back on the day...
Karen and I met when we were in college, but our initial meeting was a very awkward thing. I guess it was a sign.
I was the night manager at a local supermarket, and she was sort of in charge of festivities at a sorority "party", more like a Roman orgy, utilising togas and feasting on grapes, cheese and salamis. I suggested she get a dozen pizzas, to which she told me of historical accuracy. I said it's an orgy, no one will care, but they will be hungry. She left with her meager fare in a huff. She knew she was right, and I was wrong.
Later on I received a phone call at the store. A hysterical call.
"Big D Groceries, how may I help you, Frank Stevens speaking." I was wrapping things up as I spoke. Almost time to go.
"This is Karen Mitchell from the Triple-Omega sorority. Damn it, you were right. These people ate everything I brought in ten minutes flat! Is there any way you could bring fifteen pizzas over right away?" She sounded desperate.
"My stockboys have all left for the night. I can't leave for another half hour, or I would bring them myself." The office girl, was a former sorority girl, whispered she would close. I shook my head no. What if there was a robber? This was clearly my job to do. Hell, my title was "closer". I heard a great commotion in the background. A woman screaming in pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell which. A lot of grunting and banging noises.
"What is all that noise?"
"Several sisters are uhh... entertaining right now. You know, just get here as quick as you can." She was planning on not paying me.
"Ms. Mitchell, I'm going to need cash for all these pizzas. I have to pay out of my own pocket until you reimburse me."
"Don't worry, you will be paid. And you will have my undying gratitude for saving this party.".
I thought, "That and a quarter will buy me a newspaper. I am about to be stiffed. Get her parents phone number! They will pay if she refuses."
"What's your parents' home phone number please?"
"Why do you want that?"
"Insurance. So, do you want these pizzas or not?"
"Fine. Asshole." She muttered under her breath, but I heard her. She gave me a phone number. I thought about it.
"Beg me to drive forty minutes out of my way and bail out your ass, pay for the pizzas out of my own pocket, then you call me an asshole? Why on earth would I do this for you now?" I slammed the receiver down.
She called right back, I just handed the phone to the office girl. I didn't need this shit. They spoke a while.
"She says she's so sorry. She was put off by your honesty and integrity. She promised to go out with you every time you ask for a month!" She held her hand over the receiver. "She asked if you were a good guy, I told her you were the best guy I know, except for my husband."
"Fine, fine, I'll do it. You know they are having an orgy right?" I said.
"Oh Frank, they're just a bunch of horny girls looking for fun. If you want to go out with this girl then ignore her. Dance with another girl. She will ask YOU to dance."
"I'm not sure I want to go out with her anyway. She's very beautiful, but wow she can be a bitch! Very high maintenance. And that's to someone trying to help her. So I'll take your advice. I'll dance with someone else, repeatedly."
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True to my word, I delivered the pizzas. Everyone thanked me and fifteen pizzas were devoured in twenty minutes. I even got a slice!
There was a very cute brunette who answered the door, her name was Beth, and I danced with her. She was vivacious and although petite, she had a dynamite body. Then I danced with another girl in a toga, a blonde named Sharon. I liked Sharon, she was shapely and pressed her breasts against me. I'm sure she felt my hard on. Both her nipples were hard as rocks! I then danced with a raven haired beauty named Cindy, who turned out to be the sorority president. She thanked me for saving the day with the pizzas. Her blue eyes sparkled. I said the thanks were very appreciated, but Karen was supposed to pay me. I had yet to see her. Cindy took me back to a small alcove and started kissing me, and she touched me through my pants, and next thing you know she was on her knees sucking my cock! She licked my dick, and sucked it with gusto. She couldn't get all of it in her mouth and throat, but she tried. It was a great blowjob.
"Cum for me Frank! " was all it took and I did. Sharon came in and handed me a check. She didn't seem to mind that I was still in the sorority president's mouth, although she did look!
The check was drawn on Karen's bank account. The three of us walked back out front and I finally saw Karen, in her toga with about five guys draped all around her. She looked disheveled. What a slut! I kissed Cindy, and she really kissed me back, and then Sharon did the same thing, but she copped a feel of my dick! Both girls asked me to call them. I said sure, and I left.
As I approached the door, Beth ran up and gave me a huge hug and kiss. She whispered in my ear, " I want to fuck you! Give me your address, I'll be there in thirty minutes." The night had been fun. It got way more fun.
Karen the slut saw the entire exchange, though I doubt she heard everything. But she had eyes. We were not together. It looked like we never would be either.
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A week had gone by.
I called Cindy, but Sharon answered the phone. We wound up out on a Saturday night, and Sharon fucked me half to death. The following Tuesday, I went out with Cindy, and she blew me like there was no tomorrow! She would not let me reciprocate, she was saving herself for marriage, but she did love to suck cock! Both times I saw Karen, and saw her again when I brought the girls back. She never said a word.
Friday night and I was cramming for a final on early Monday. Beth knocked on my door. She convinced me to cram her instead. Truth be told, I didn't take too much time convincing. She had a very tight, hot, and wet argument. Oh yeah. I did try to poke holes in her sumptuous argument. She liked my poker.
I was laying there, still deep inside Beth, when the phone rang. I thought it must be some kind of emergency. Why else would someone call at two am?
"Hello?" I said, with concern in my voice.
" Hey Stud, whatcha doin?" I was balls deep inside Beth. It was Karen calling.
