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My First Experience Answering The Pizza Guy in The Nude as a Teenager
I was known as a teen slut in school, and I found it amusing, so I made sure to play the part! [Sex Confessions]
I write romance & erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions about my private sex life as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! Naked skin is natural.
Jane and I lounged on the living room couch, our naked bodies sinking into the plush cushions. My blonde hair cascaded around me like a golden halo while Jane’s red locks framed her flushed face. The scent of our arousal hung heavy in the air.
I was brought up in a family that embraced nudity, and when my bestie Jane would come to stay with us for sleepovers, we reveled in our freedom. Her own home was shrouded in fear and shame — sex was evil, and skin had to be hidden — but here she could be her true self. We’d babble away about sex, life, and anything else that crossed our minds with my Mom and Dad whilst implicitly celebrating the natural beauty of the human body.
But we were alone on that Friday night. My parents were out for the evening.
“Delisha, do you ever worry about your reputation at school?” Jane asked tentatively, her green eyes wide with concern as she traced a finger along the curve of her hip. “I mean, people talk about you like you’re some sort of… teen slut.”
I rolled my eyes, dismissing her concern. “So what if they do? It’s just gossip. Besides, I think it’s fun to tease them.” I twirled a strand of my hair around my finger before letting it fall back onto my perky breast with no tan lines. “It makes me feel powerful.”
“Ugh, I wish I had your confidence,” Jane sighed, squeezing her slightly larger breasts together — boobs with tan lines. “But seriously, don’t you ever worry that one day they’ll take things too far?”
“Relax,” I said, smirking as an idea formed in my mind. “You know what would be really fun? Ordering pizza right now and answering the door nude. Can you imagine the delivery guy’s reaction?”
“Delisha!” Jane gasped, her cheeks reddening even further. “You can’t be serious!”
“Of course I am,” I replied, enjoying the way my boldness made Jane squirm. “I bet he’d be so shocked he’d forget all about the money.”
“Okay, but what if it’s someone we know?” Jane countered nervously. “Or worse, what if the guys at school find out?”
“Then it’ll make for a great story,” I shrugged, feeling the familiar thrill of exhibitionism buzzing beneath my skin. “Besides, if the guys at school are already talking, what’s one more thing to add to the list?”
Conversations are obviously recalled from memory, so they may not be entirely accurate, but you get the gist of it.
I could tell Jane remained unconvinced, but her curiosity was piqued. I grinned as I reached for my phone, ready to dial the local pizza place.
“Fine. But only because I want to see you do it,” Jane conceded, biting her lip as she watched me with a mix of apprehension and excitement.
“Alright, Jane, you promise not to chicken out on me?” I asked, my finger hovering over the call button.
“Delisha, I can’t do it,” she confessed, her green eyes wide with anxiety. “But I’ll watch you from behind the door.”
“Fair enough,” I agreed, pressing the call button and placing the phone to my ear. Jane’s nervous excitement was contagious, and I felt my own heart race in anticipation.
“Hi, I’d like to order a large pepperoni pizza, please,” I said when the pizza place picked up. “And can you make sure it gets here in about 30 minutes? We’re starving.”
“Sure thing,” the voice on the other end replied. “Anything else?”
“Nope, that’s it. Thanks!” I hung up the phone and turned back to Jane, grinning. “Get ready for some fun.”
We spent the next 25 minutes giggling about our upcoming scandalous encounter, speculating on who the lucky delivery guy might be. I couldn’t help but tease Jane with my exaggerated descriptions of how I would flaunt my young naked body to the unsuspecting man.
“Imagine his face when he sees my perky tits and this little blonde triangle pointing right to my barely covered clit,” I purred, tracing a finger seductively around the small patch of pubic hair I kept as a testament to my true blondness. Jane blushed furiously, stealing glances at my exposed pussy while trying to look nonchalant.
“Delisha, you’re so crazy!” she exclaimed, laughing nervously. “But I have to admit, I’m dying to see the look on his face.”
“Trust me, it’s going to be priceless,” I promised, feeling a thrill at the thought of exposing myself to a stranger.
Time seemed to crawl by, each minute more agonizing than the last. I could feel the anticipation building in my chest, a mixture of excitement and anxiety that made my breasts tingle and my clit throb with need. Jane fidgeted next to me, her own arousal betrayed by the faint scent of her musky sex.
“Five more minutes,” I whispered, glancing at the clock. “You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, her voice shaking slightly. “Just promise me you won’t let me get caught watching.”
“Scout’s honor,” I said, giving her a reassuring wink.
“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this!” Jane giggled, her green eyes wide with excitement. The anticipation was driving us both wild, and I could feel my nipples harden at the thought of exposing myself to the unsuspecting delivery guy.
“Believe it,” I replied, feeling a delicious shiver run down my spine.
As we sat on the couch in our 18-year-old birthday suits, I couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Jane’s full, bouncing breasts and the way her tan lines accentuated her creamy skin. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair framed her sex, making it impossible to ignore, and I felt a twinge of desire stir within me.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and my heart leaped into my throat. This was it. Time for the big reveal. I shot Jane a confident grin before sauntering towards the door.
“Remember, you’re just watching,” I whispered as I passed her, giving her naked thigh a gentle squeeze for reassurance.
“Good luck,” she murmured, her eyes glued to my nude form as I approached the door.
My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest as I stood at the door. My breath caught in my throat as I slowly reached for the handle and pushed it open with a shaky hand, revealing my entire bare body to… Oh my god! It was Bobby, a boy from our school! His eyes widened as he took in every inch of me, and time seemed to stand still.
“Hi there!” I eventually greeted him, my voice dripping with seduction. Bobby’s eyes widened, an astonished expression plastered on his face as he stared at my naked form. The scent of freshly baked pizza wafted into the room, but it was clear that the food was the last thing on his mind.
“Uh… h-hey, Delisha,” he stuttered, his gaze locked onto my young, perky breasts. As his eyes traveled lower, I could almost feel the heat of his stare on my aroused clit, making me shiver with delight. It was as if I had cast a spell on him, rendering him speechless and unable to tear his eyes away from me.
“Nice night, isn’t it?” I asked, leaning against the door frame and arching my back slightly. This accentuated the curve of my breasts, making them even more irresistible to his hungry eyes. “You like what you see?”
A surge of excitement coursed through my veins, knowing that I had complete control over this situation.
“Y-yeah,” Bobby managed to choke out, swallowing hard as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His eyes flickered between my tits and pussy, apparently trying to decide which heavenly sight deserved more of his attention.
“Good,” I replied with a devilish smile. I placed one hand on my hip, drawing attention to my slender waist and toned stomach. With my other hand, I slowly traced a line down from my neck to the small triangle of blonde hair above my glistening pussy. My fingers danced around the edges of my swollen labia, teasing both Bobby and myself with the promise of pleasure. “I don’t mind giving you a little show. Teen slut and all, you know?”
Bobby’s face was a mix of shock and fascination, but it only fueled my desire to tease him further. “Hold on, I will get your money,” I suggested, turning towards the living room where I had left my purse on purpose. As I walked away, I made sure to sway my hips seductively, ensuring that Bobby got an eyeful of my firm ass and long legs.
“Sure…” he croaked, stepping forward a bit into the doorframe, almost to the point of seeing Jane.
As I bent over to retrieve my purse from the floor, I made sure to keep my legs straight, allowing my tight, bald pussy to be on full display for Bobby’s entertainment. I could feel the cool air brushing against my exposed clit, and I couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the sensation. Briefly, I wondered what it would be like to have Bobby’s cock in my mouth. Since I had discovered the taste of sperm, I craved it. So it was tempting, but not today. Today was about teasing and control.
“Here you go,” I said finally, straightening up, going back to the door, and handing him the cash. As he took the money, I made no effort to cover my nakedness, instead allowing him one last lingering look at my perfect breasts and swollen, wet pussy.
“By the way, did you hear about the new blonde paint? It’s not real bright, but it’s cheap and spreads easy,” I said, grinning wickedly. Bobby’s cheeks flushed crimson, but he couldn’t suppress a small chuckle at my crude joke.
He muttered something unintelligible before clearing his throat.
“Um, so… here’s your pizza.”
“Thanks, Bobby,” I purred, reaching out to take the warm box from his trembling hands. In doing so, I made sure my breasts brushed against his arm, allowing him to feel their soft firmness. A shudder seemed to run through his body at the contact, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing larger by the second. “You’re such a sweetheart for bringing it all the way here.”
“Uh, no problem,” he mumbled, still staring at my nude schoolgirl form with rapt attention. I knew I had captured his imagination and made him worship my body like the temple that I always thought it was. And as for his hard cock straining against his pants? Well, that would be a reminder of the power I held over him — a force that could reduce even the strongest of men into quivering, lustful messes.
“See you on Monday,” I winked.
As I sauntered back into the living room, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through my body at the thought of what I had just done. I simply reveled in the intoxicating feeling of control — the power I held over cock-carrying beasts simply by flaunting my young body.
But now, it was time to enjoy some pizza with Jane.
On Monday at school, I noticed a group of boys gathered near my locker, whispering and snickering amongst themselves. As I approached, their eyes flicked to me.
“Hey, Delisha,” one of them, Mark, called out with a smirk. “Order any pizzas lately?”
I rolled my eyes but felt a jolt of arousal at the knowledge that my exhibitionist tendencies were being discussed. “Yeah, I did. Not that it’s any of your business,” I retorted, opening my locker and tossing my books inside.
“Word is you gave Bobby quite the tip,” another boy, Tom, chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The others laughed.
“Sounds like someone’s jealous they didn’t get a piece of the action,” I quipped, proudly standing my ground. My nipples stiffened beneath my tight shirt, betraying my excitement at being the center of attention.
“Next time you order pizza,” Mark winked, “make sure to invite us all over, huh?”
“Maybe, if you boys could handle it,” I teased, soaking in their lustful gazes. “But I doubt any of you are man enough for me.”
“Damn right,” Noah chimed in, coming up behind me and wrapping his arm possessively around my waist. “She’s too much for you little boys to handle. Leave Delisha alone and go back to jerking off to your mom’s lingerie catalogs.”
The boys groaned and dispersed, leaving Noah and me smirking at each other. I had told him about my adventure. I always did. It excited him.
As we walked away, hand in hand, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in my ability to command attention with my body. And I knew — this was only the beginning.
It won’t last forever, but for now, in my mid-20s, it still works.
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On a following weekend, Jane and I lay sprawled on my bed in the nude after one of our steamy conversations about sex. I admired the way her full breasts jiggled with her excited laughter. A wicked idea formed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but share it with her.
“Hey, Jane,” I began, tracing a finger along her hip, “remember when I answered the door naked for that pizza guy?”
Jane’s cheeks flushed as she nodded, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “How could I forget? It was so thrilling to watch.”
“Would you like to see me do it again?” I asked, biting my lip seductively.
“Really?” She gasped, her nipples visibly hardening at the thought. “I’d love to!”
“Great,” I grinned, sitting up and letting my perky breasts bounce freely. “Let’s plan some details to make it even more exhilarating this time.”
As we discussed our naughty plans, I noticed Jane’s fingers absentmindedly playing with her fiery red pubic hair. I smiled, knowing how much this adventure excited her. She was a voyeur, although I hadn’t learned about all of the labels at the time.
“Okay, so I’ll order the pizza and answer the door completely naked,” I said, excitement bubbling within me. “But this time, I want to make sure the delivery guy gets an even better show.”
“Ooh, like what?” Jane asked, propping herself up on her elbow and giving me her full attention.
“Maybe I could bend down to pick something up right there at the door, giving him a perfect view of my tight little pussy.” I added, smirking as I spread my legs wide for emphasis.
“Delisha, you’re so bad!” Jane giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “But I love it. What else?”
“Let’s see… I could play with my nipples while I talk to him, making them really hard and impossible for him to ignore.”
“God, that would drive him insane,” Jane sighed, her eyes full of admiration. “I wish I could be as bold as you.”
“Maybe someday you will be,” I said, reaching out to brush my fingers through her soft red curls. “But for now, you can enjoy the thrill of watching from a hidden spot.”
“Deal!” She agreed, her face lighting up with excitement.
“Perfect,” I purred, feeling my clit throb at the thought of exposing myself again. “Let’s order that pizza and give some lucky guy the show of his life.”
I dialed the number and waited for someone to pick up. “Hi, I’d like to order a large pepperoni pizza, please,” I said as sweetly as possible when the person on the other end answered. “Can you have it delivered in about 30 minutes?”
“Sure thing,” the voice replied, and I hung up after confirming the details. My heart raced with anticipation, knowing that in just half an hour, another delivery guy would get the show of his life.
“Okay, Jane, remember your hiding spot and be ready to watch,” I instructed her. She nodded eagerly, her green eyes wide with excitement.
“Trust me, Delisha, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” she replied, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear. As we waited, we began to discuss what we hoped would happen during the encounter.
“Imagine if the delivery guy is older and more experienced! You’d probably get so excited, you’d go for his cock and forget the pizza, you slut,” Jane giggled.
My mind wandered to the thought of a rugged, handsome old man, his eyes devouring my youthful body. “He might try to flirt with me or make a dirty joke.”
“Ooh, that would be so hot!” Jane agreed, her cheeks flushing at the thought.
“I’ll definitively stroke my nipples while talking to him,” I announced, demonstrating by gently pinching my own erect buds.
“God, Delisha, you’re such a tease,” Jane breathed, her eyes fixated on my fingers as they grazed over my sensitive clit. “You’re going to drive that man wild.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I smirked, feeling a surge of adrenaline at the thought of being so blatantly sexual in front of a stranger.
“True,” Jane admitted, biting her lip. “I just hope he appreciates what he’s about to witness.”
“Me too,” I sighed, fully aware of how much it turned me on to be an object of desire for men, especially older ones with their powerful, god-like cocks. I couldn’t help but wonder what they thought of my young, willing body and the uselessness of my tiny clitoris compared to the pleasure their majestic dicks could bring me.
As the minutes ticked by, our excitement only grew. The thrill of exposing myself again, combined with the knowledge that Jane would be secretly watching, filled me with an insatiable lust that I knew could only be satisfied by the hungry gaze of the pizza delivery guy.
The doorbell rang, and my heart leaped in anticipation. This was the moment I’d been waiting for. I glanced at Jane, who had tucked herself around the corner, her green eyes wide with excitement as she tried to suppress a giggle.
“Here goes nothing,” I whispered to myself, striding confidently toward the door, my bare feet slapping against the cold tile floor. I could feel the cool air brushing over my naked flesh, making my nipples stand even more erect and causing a shiver to run down my spine. As I reached for the doorknob, I took one last deep breath before pulling it open.
“Hey there,” I greeted the delivery guy cheerily, trying to ignore the way his eyes immediately locked onto my exposed breasts. “You’ve got our pizza?”
“Uh, yeah, here you go,” he stammered, struggling to maintain eye contact as he handed over the steaming box.
The pizza delivery boy was a young man, barely out of his teens. My dream of being seen in the nude by an older man didn’t come true on that day. But I still enjoyed it! His gaze dropped hungrily to my bare mound, the sparse triangle of golden hair above it sparking an undeniable arousal. My heart pounded as his eyes lingered on my flesh, drinking in every detail of my exposed body.
“Thanks,” I replied nonchalantly, giving him a sultry smile as I deliberately widened my stance, allowing him a clearer view of my glistening slit. I watched with satisfaction as his eyes widened and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.
“Um, that’ll be, uh, $12.50,” he finally managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper. I pretended to reach for my purse right there on the floor at the door, bending at the waist to give him an eyeful of my tight, round ass before finally producing the cash.
“Here you are,” I said sweetly, handing him the money as I leaned forward just enough to ensure he got an up-close view of my perky tits. His eyes lingered on my hard nipples, and I could feel my own arousal growing as I imagined what he must be thinking about my young, willing body.
I cast a daring glance at Jane’s hiding spot, then provocatively pinched my exposed nipple with a brazen smirk. The pizza delivery guy simply stood there, fixed to the spot by the captivating wickedness of my actions. I allowed myself to bask in his rapt attention, relishing in the admiration that shone from his eyes and ignited within me a flame of wild desire.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, his face flushed with embarrassment as he pocketed the cash. “Enjoy your pizza.”
“Oh, we will,” I assured him, winking playfully before closing the door. As soon as it clicked shut, Jane erupted from her hiding spot, her entire face crimson with excitement.
“Delisha, that was amazing!” she squealed, gripping my arm as she bounced up and down on her toes. “He couldn’t keep his eyes off you! You’re such a bad girl!”
“Bad? Maybe,” I admitted, feeling a surge of pride at my friend’s words. “But I’ve got to admit, there’s something incredibly thrilling about being seen like this by a complete stranger. And knowing you were watching made it even better.”
“Really?” Jane asked, her voice breathy with admiration. “God, I wish I had your confidence.”
“Maybe one day you will,” I teased, giving her a saucy wink as I led her into the kitchen.
As we settled in to enjoy our pizza, I couldn’t help but think about the fact that Jane’s hidden presence had only served to fan the flames of my exhibitionist tendencies. After all, everyone loves a good show — especially, as I discovered early on, when the star is a sexy, nude, young blonde.
I was lucky to be born with that body. There’s no denying it. Thank you, Mommy & Daddy!
It became sort of a tradition for me to order a pizza in the nude on weekends. And sometimes, my boyfriend and his teammates were there to witness it, too:
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