This story was written for Literotica member Lucy4646. Thanks for her patience as she let me pick her brain to write what I hope is an enjoyable story. Any similarities of characters' names or descriptions is purely coincidental.
*****
Lucy: A Complex Case of Mistaken Identity.
I didn't have any worthwhile plans, so I decided to ride along with my neighbor, Cliff, on a Friday night delivering pizzas. My husband, Jeff, and I lived across from Cliff in the same condominium complex. Jeff and two of his coworkers had gone to the Florida Gulf Coast for a fishing tournament all weekend. Between fishing trips and work he was gone quite a bit, so I made a few friends to hang out with when he was gone.
Many of the condos at the complex were rented out rather than owner-occupied, and most of the occupants at our complex were twenty-somethings attending a nearby technical college. At 54, I certainly didn't mind looking at the younger guys' bodies around the pool in the hotter months, and although I would never admit it, I secretly didn't mind if they looked at me. Cliff, Jeff, myself, and a few others who were closer in age hung out by the pool during the warmer months, occasionally sharing drinks and grilling food. Cliff worked his way through school as an adult student delivering pizzas, and since his friend owned the business, he continued to do it part time. He was in his late 30s and the youngest of our grilling and drinking social circle. Cliff was a chubby, nerdy IT guy who I wasn't attracted to, so Jeff didn't mind me hanging out with him.
I had ridden along with Cliff a few times before, when Jeff was gone, at the end of the month and when payday fell on a Friday. He delivered way more pizzas than normal on those payday Fridays, and I was able to pick up enough money to pay for about half a month's gas in tips and eat free pizza at the end of the night after we finished. The Georgia fall season allows summer clothing to be worn through at least October and this year into November. It didn't hurt being a fit woman, even in my mid-50s, wearing tight jeans and a snug short sleeve shirt when guys came to the door. Cliff would often get multiple deliveries in close proximity and drop me off to make one delivery while he made another one himself, then pick me up on the way back, saving time and almost always increasing the tips.
We were delivering to a new neighborhood close to where we lived north of Atlanta, when Cliff dropped me off with an order for five large meat lovers pizzas on his way to a smaller veggie pizza order that was in an adjacent subdivision. We often worked this way and were never late, thus receiving better tips. The order was placed over the phone, of course, and was paid with a credit card in a man's name. The house was in a cul-de-sac in a new neighborhood filled with two-story houses that all appeared over four thousand square feet with two car garages. There was still some new construction going on in the neighborhood, and the houses on either side of my delivery address were unfinished and unoccupied. There were no less than a dozen cars total in the driveway, on the street, and in the vacant houses' driveways.
We were ahead of schedule so Cliff dropped me off at the entrance to the cul-de-sac, rather than taking me directly to the house, to expedite his delivery even more. I walked down the new sidewalk past three houses to reach the delivery address. Since there were unoccupied houses, the only light was from the streetlights. It seemed just like any other party with cars in the driveway and on the street as I approached the door. I was wearing some skin tight Lucky brand jeans that allowed a peek at the top of my pink thong and my white Lucky V-neck that showed a teasing view of my flat abs and just enough cleavage that any normal guy would want to see more. Since the afternoon temperatures still approached 80 degrees, I chose some nice sandals to complete my attire. When I got closer to the house I saw two guys in the front yard talking and they were counting what appeared to be a fairly large amount of cash. Both of their faces lit up with huge smiles when I got close enough to the front porch for them to see me in the light. It was almost 7:30 p.m. and already dark.
"Good choice," I heard one of them say as they both smiled at me. "And she even brought pizza."
'Duh! Of course I brought pizza.'
I thought to myself.
"I'm Lucy, is this the party for Hollister?" I asked the guys out front.
"Oh, yes, glad you could make it. You're a little early, but I think they're ready for you inside," came the reply from the taller one.
'I thought early was always good,'
said my inner voice.
They both looked to be in their late twenties and were dressed in jeans and button-down shirts. Judging from the cars it appeared that most of the party goers were affluent. The door opened from the inside just as I reached for the doorbell. There were several guys in the foyer with beers in their hands and two or three more in the open kitchen, who also appeared to be in their mid to late twenties. They, too, were all smiling as I approached the kitchen. Both the foyer and the kitchen were very sparsely furnished with what looked like temporary furniture that didn't match well. Judging from the other houses under construction and the condition of the new yard they probably hadn't finished moving in. The two guys from outside followed me inside.
'
Nice. I should get a big fat tip here'
, I thought to myself. '
They all seem so happy to see me'.
"They're waiting for you downstairs in the basement," one of the guys in the kitchen said as he pointed to the stairs. A tall muscular guy who looked to be about six feet four was already in the kitchen when I arrived and he started passing full shot glasses to the others, while a guy wearing a wedding ring who had slightly gray temples relieved me of the five pizzas. A really good looking young guy with jet black hair and killer green eyes extended his arm and gave me a shot. He looked like he was barely legal age to drink. They all raised their glasses in my direction and the taller guy who followed me in from the front yard toasted, "To Lucy".
"To Lucy," they all repeated in unison, so I instinctively raised mine and we all downed them together.
'
Ugh, I really don't care for tequila,
' I thought to myself, but downed it nonetheless. The guys quickly slammed their shot glasses on the bar simultaneously, with almost military-like precision.
Still feeling the burn in my throat from the tequila, a different guy immediately passed another round of shots that were already poured on the kitchen counter, waiting to be shot in succession. Again, I tried to hide my sour face, but downed the second one, too. The cute guy with the green eyes who handed me the first shot took me by the hand and led me to the stairwell. I liked the way his hand felt, and for an instant, I wished that he lived at my condominium complex so I could see him by the pool. The other six or seven guys followed along behind us. One thing that Cliff taught me was to go with the flow when delivering pizzas to larger parties and not appear rushed, so I let him lead me.
As I approached the entrance to the stairs I could hear some club music and more talking. It sounded like a party going on. It was, after all, Friday night. Maybe they were all going bar hopping after eating pizza and hanging out in a brand-new man cave. The basement didn't completely come into view until we almost reached the bottom of the stairs. There were even more guys around the same age range with a few obviously older ones standing around talking. Several of them looked at their watches and exchanged glances when they saw me enter the room.
When we reached the floor level, Green Eyes released my hand and kept walking. I stood still for a moment taking in the view, while the guys following us all walked around me and remained standing, except for the big muscular guy who remained behind me. I'm only five feet four inches tall and his huge frame dwarfed me. With the addition of Green Eyes and all the guys who had been upstairs, the total number of guys was about 16 or 17. There were no women. Off to my left and near the furthest wall there were three high chairs, kind of like director chairs, which, so far, was the only furniture I saw that matched. The middle chair was the only one occupied, and an average looking blonde-haired guy sitting in it stopped talking to the guy closest to him to turn and look my way. I noticed that the room wasn't very well lit. A lamp sitting on a makeshift bar with liquor bottles next to a big ice chest provided the only light in the room. A very mundane clock, which was the only wall décor, informed me that it was 7:33 with its red numerals.
The chatter suddenly got quiet and the big muscular guy from upstairs walked up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and said to the guy in the middle director chair, "Hey Pete, this is Lucy."
I could feel his large presence behind me as his chest touched the top of my back. The group became quiet as I stood there smiling, looking at Pete. His only reply was, "Nice to meet you, Lucy."
My new young green-eyed friend walked forward and took a seat next to Pete in one of the director chairs and whispered something that I couldn't hear over the music. Pete just smiled at the comment and returned his glance toward me, along with every guy standing in the room. The music continued, and I stood there for a brief awkward moment until the big guy behind me moved his hands from my shoulders to my waist. Green Eyes got out of his chair, approached me from the front without saying anything and before I knew what was happening he dropped to his knees right in front of me.
In what felt like a nanosecond, I felt my shirt being pulled up and over my head while the button and zipper in my jeans came unfastened. After my shirt was off, King Kong behind me lifted me up while Green Eyes pulled my jeans completely off and threw them off to the side along with my sandals, joining my V-neck in a haphazard pile. There was a deafeningly loud cheer from the group in the windowless basement when King Kong released me and gave me a slight push forward as I stood there, stunned and exposed in my pink lacey thong and matching bra.
Several guys I hadn't even noticed until now approached me from either side and slapped my butt while the others continued to cheer. It felt like four or five slaps, but I was so overwhelmed I'm not even sure if each hand belonged to a different guy. Pete was still sitting directly to my front about eight feet away and I could see an ear to ear grin on his face as he watched. I instinctively covered myself as best I could with two hands; one between my legs and my other arm across my breasts, but as soon as I did King Kong grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, arching my back and forcing my breasts outward. I struggled and tried to wrestle my way out of his control to no avail.
Green Eyes then yelled to the crowd, "Look at this bush, guys!" as he pointed to my crotch. It was evident through my lace that I was unshaven. It was all happening so fast! He then got the attention of another guy who looked even younger than him and they stood in front of me looking at each other.
