The Pizza Girl: Chapter 1_(1)

I’m jack and this is a true story that involves the best parts of my sex life and a ton of fun. It’s a slow starter but it will get really fun I promise.

It all started when I finished High School. I was seventeen, had graduated early from high school and had about 8 monthes until I started college. I got a job working as a delivery driver for a pizza place called Rotinni’s. I spent my first two months working there getting up at about 3 pm going to work till 10, and then driving 15 miles down to my favorite pool hall that was open till 4 am. I would get home just in time to say good morning to my mom and go to sleep.

This lasted a while I also spent some time with my girlfriend of six months. She was nothing special about 5’6”, decent B cups with a little weight on her but still attractive. We had fooled around a lot but it was never amazing, but she was really fun to hang out with and did whatever I wanted whenever I wanted so I couldn’t just leave her.

Then I met Nikki. She was a couple years younger than I was about 5’ 7”, long golden blond hair, physically fit with a few extra pounds and a great ass. All of this was minimized by the fact that she had gorgeous F cup tits. I myself was only about 5’9” with a stockier build but I wasn’t getting chased by the ladies if you know what I mean. Nikki started working with me at Rotini’s behind the counter. We talked every day a lot and we soon realized that she lived right next to the pool hall. She was too young to drive but she had her parents pick her up or drop her off every night.

One night her dad got wasted, as he often did, and he showed up completely wasted. I had just gotten off work when heard yelling and I looked over and saw Nikki standing by her dad’s car arguing with him while he was still inside it. “God dad, how could you do this to me you know I hate it when you drive drunk. I don’t feel safe in the car when you’re like this.”

“Nikki get in the car you have to get home. Its 15 miles to the apartment, you don’t want to get in you can walk,” he yelled back at her. “I don’t care what you do just make up your fucking mind.” While he was yelling I started walking over calm and collect even though he was seriously starting to piss me off.
“Hey if you want I can drive her home I’m heading that way anyway,” I said cordially, it’s not like I was lying she was by the pool hall. “Thanks Jack, take her dumb ass home,” her dad replied, and then peeled off in his black Honda civic. Nikki and I headed to my 97 red camaro z28 and started going back to the pool hall. We didn’t say much but she asked if it wouldn’t be a problem if I drove her home from now on when we worked together, she offered to pay for gas and I accepted.

For the next few weeks I drove her home without incident, but about three weeks in on a Friday night she came into work crying. “What’s wrong Nikki?” I asked as I ran up to her.