Pizza delivery boys best night ever!

I would like to be one of the female roomates, or the man's daughter...or both!
 
Lydia

Lydia-- 20, bright auburn red hair, hazel green eyes, curvacious with perky 36c breasts and legs that go on for days; shares a house with her sorority sisters

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Lydia opened the door and smiled at the pizza boy. She was wearing a short pair of flannel boxer shorts and a tight white tank top, which made it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. She let her eyes glance him over, he was pretty cute.

"So I guess you're the large peperoni we ordered." she said jokingly with a small smirk, "Come on in and warm up. My roomate has the money for you, she'll be down in a bit."

Not giving him a chance to argue, she ushered him into the house and closed the door behind him. Leading him into the nicely furnished living room she motioned for him to take a seat before walking over to the large staircase.

"Rachel! The pizza guy is here, he needs you to pay him." she called up the stairs.
 
Rachel:

I was the blonde of the apartment. Long flowing hair that ends in the middle of my back, covering a sweet, pretty face. I was anything but sweet. Quite the wild thing, I was the one who brought the guys home, often to the discomfort of my roommates as we fucked in the master bedroom. Sometimes I would even invite them to join us, much to the pleasure of our guest of course.

A 34D-24-34 figure, made for only one thing.

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"I'm comingggg!" I shouted from upstairs, kinda teasing. I trotted down the stairs, my breasts bouncing freely under my large sleeping shirt. I only had my panties underneath.

Catching sight of the male immediately, I noticed how attractive he was, in a rugged sort of way. I usually don't do just anyone, not pizza boys in particular, but perhaps I could make an exception for this one.

It was apparent that Lydia already had plans for this lucky guy, or she would not have invited him in otherwise. Now I just needed to know how far she wanted to go with him.

"Hang on, I'll just go get the money," I said as I went into the kitchen.
 
Rachel:

"Where did you put the cash Lydia?" I pretended to shout over to her. What I really wanted was a "mini-conference". To see where her stand was.

When she did enter the kitchen, I pulled her in, out of his sight.

"So did you check him out babe?" I asked excitedly. She nodded, a wide grin on her face.
 
Lydia

"Where did you put the cash Lydia?"

"She's always missplacing things, you know how blondes are. I better go and help her, but you just go on and make yourself comfortable." she told him before heading towards the kitchen.

She was fibing of course, Rachel was anything other than a dumb blonde. Lydia knew exactly why she had called her into the kitchen with her.

"So did you check him out babe?"

Lydia smiled suggestively and nodded.

"He's pretty damn hot for a pizza boy. I was thinking we could bend the rules this once and have a little fun with him."
 
Rachel:

Good. Now that I knew we were both thinking the same thing, it was going to be much easier.

"Well let's just go for the cliche, tell him we have nothing on us, and let him decide how else we can pay him." I said, smiling.

"Or, we could put the money in places where he would love to find them," I said, peering down the top of her tank top just to make my point.
 
Lydia

"I think I like your second idea."

She opened up one of the kitchen drawers and pulled out the money they had set aside earlier for the pizza. She took about half of it and stuffed the bills in the valley between her two firm breasts. The rest of the money she placed in the waistline of Rachel's panties.

"Then we can tell him that we don't have enough money for a tip but offer him something even better than cash."
 
Rachel:

"I have something even naughtier in mind," I flashed my devilish grin.

I took a dollar from my panty waistline, and folded it neatly into a small square. Then, stepping forward towards Lydia, our faces barely inches apart, I reached slowly between her breasts and pulled out a dollar as well. I could sense that her breathing was heavy and deep, that she was as excited as I was about this.

Doing the same to her dollar, I held a dollar in each of my hand.

"This goes here," I said, pulling my panties aside, and slipped the dollar note between my pussy lips. Lydia watched with anticipation, as the sexual tension between us raised ten-fold.

"And this," I said, stepping close enough to actually feel her breath on my face. My hand pulls open her boxer waistband, my fingers searching.

"Goes here," I said, as my fingers plunge into her pussy, our lips meeting for a passionate kiss.
 
Rachel:

We broke the kiss, almost reluctantly. Our faces both flushed, and we knew that the lucky "victim" from all this was going to be that pizza boy outside.

"Let's go get ourselves some pizza," I said, heading towards the living room.
 
Lydia smiled at the boy, her lips still slightly swollen from her and Rachel's recent kiss. She walked towards him with smooth and confident strides. Her eyebrow lifted in amusement when she noticed his obvious hard on. Taking a seat next to him on the couch she placed a warm hand upon his thigh.

"I'm sorry I've been a horrible hostess. My name is Lydia, this is Rachel," she said motioning to the blonde, "And you are?..."

As she talked she began to trace small circles across his leg.
 
Rachel:

"Steve. Sounds like a r-really nice name." I deliberately dragged out my "r", a chapter I took out from Angelina Jolie. Lucky Steve would soon find out I had the figure to match too.

Then taking the pizza box, I opened it, releasing the fragrant smell into the air. But I was never really keen on pizza, but it was going to serve our cause for this evening.

Taking a swipe at the soft mozzarella, I slowly put my finger between my lips, licking....sucking....

"Mmmmmmm....." I smiled, knowing the effect this was having on him.
 
Rachel:

"Steve, how much did you say we have to pay you again?" I asked, in my most innocent voice.
 
Lydia

"What's the matter Steve? You seem nervous." Lydia said with a sly smile.

"Don't worry about the reciept, Rachel and I have your money. We also have a real nice tip for you to make up for all that change you just lost in our couch. You just worry about relaxing while we help you release some of that tension of yours."

She let her hand slide up from his thigh to stroak softly against the growing bulge in his pants.
 
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