Chapter 1: Introduction
The rain had just stopped when the doorbell rang, its chime cutting through the quiet hum of the apartment. Erika wiped her hands on her apron, the scent of garlic and tomato sauce still clinging to her fingers from the half-assembled lasagna she’d abandoned on the counter. She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her scrubs—dark blue, rumpled from a twelve-hour shift at the hospital, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the wrong (or right, depending on who you asked) places.
She swung the door open, expecting the usual delivery guy, some pimply teen with a mop of unruly hair and a voice that cracked when he spoke.
Instead, she found herself looking up—well, not *up*, exactly, since she was tall enough that most men didn’t tower over her—at a guy who looked like he’d just stepped off a billboard for *Pizza Delivery: The Sexy Edition*.
Marco stood there, a grease-stained pizza box balanced on one hand, his cell phone in the other. He was younger than she expected—mid-twenties, maybe—with dark, tousled hair that looked like it had been run through with fingers more than a comb. His uniform—a plain black T-shirt stretched tight over broad shoulders, the sleeves hugging muscled biceps—did little to hide the fact that he worked out.
He looked at her with a disinterested and professional face, and said “Hey you ordered a pizza?” in a tone that suggested he’d delivered a thousand of them today and didn’t give a shit about this one.
“Yes I did” she said back. “How much was it?” Erika asked matter of factly. The scent of pepperoni and melted cheese wafted between them, thick and greasy and intoxicating.
Marco’s eyes flicked down to her chest for a split second—just long enough for her to notice—before snapping back up to her face. “Yeah it’s gonna be $17 without tip” he replied bluntly and dryly. He looked at Erika’s face and then down to his phone. “You can pay with Venmo or cash app if you want to.”
She went to her purse to get her money and realized she didn’t have any cash, she must have forgotten it at work.
“Shit” she said softly. “I don’t have any cash on me. I don’t have Venmo or cash app either. Fuck. I’m so embarrassed.”
Erika sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “I *swore* I had cash in my purse. Fuck.”
Marco shifted his weight, the pizza box still balanced effortlessly on one hand. His gaze flicked down again—this time lingering just a second too long on the way her scrubs clung to her tits, the fabric stretched taut over the heavy swell of them. He cleared his throat, but his voice came out rougher than before.
“Yeah I don’t know what to tell you. If you don’t pay I have to bring it back and it’ll come out of my pocket if I leave it here. Are you sure you don’t have any cash?” Marco asked, his voice a little rougher than before.
“No, I don’t,” Erika admitted, her fingers twitching at her sides. She bit her lip, her mind racing.
There was a long pause and he sighed, slightly annoyed, before he said “I’m sorry I don’t know what to tell you.” He turned to walk away and she blurted out “Wait!” He turned back to face her and she said “I’ll pay you in another way.” Marco’s eyes widened in surprise and he said “What do you mean?”
She said back “Come inside for a minute.”
Erika stepped back from the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest as she gestured for him to follow. The air between them was thick with tension, the kind that made her skin prickle with heat. Marco hesitated, his grip tightening on the pizza box as he glanced over his shoulder at his delivery scooter parked on the curb. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
Erika smirked, her blue eyes darkening with mischief, as she looked around before lifting up her scrub top, showing him her huge tits in a black bra. “You sure?” She said back. “Come inside for a minute.”
The words hung in the air between them, thick and heavy, like the scent of the pizza still clinging to his hands. Marco’s breath hitched as he stared at her tits. He looked around before he said “Alright, we can work something out.”
Marco stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that made Erika’s pulse jump.
Erika closed the distance between them, her hips swaying just enough to make the fabric of her scrubs shift against her skin. She stepped closer as he put the pizza box down on the doorway table, as she looked down and started to rub her hand over his jeans, grabbing and massaging his cock underneath.
He let out a slight groan as she stroked him through the fabric. “Fuck, you’re hard already” she said as she started to unbutton his jeans. He didn’t move, just stood there and let her do what she wanted. She pulled his cock out, and it was thick and hard, and she wrapped her hand around it. She started to stroke him, her hand sliding up and down his shaft, looking down at it before back at him to see how he liked it.
He groaned as she stroked him, as he reached out and started to grope her tits over her scrub top. She lifted her shirt up for him, as she continued to stroke him eagerly as he started breathing heavily, as he squeezed her huge tits over her bra. She let out a soft moan as he started to pinch her nipples through the fabric, as she leaned in and whispered into his ear “You like that? You like touching my big tits?” She said back, as she stroked him faster, her hand sliding up and down his thick cock.
Marco’s breath came out in a ragged gasp as she tightened her grip, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. “Fuck—yeah,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her tits, kneading them like he was trying to memorize their weight. His cock twitched in her hand, pre-cum already beading at the tip, slick and warm against her palm.