Since I had moved away I’d managed to keep close with my friends from home, maintaining a regular thursday night girls night with drinks and delivery and dares. But this week dare might be more than I can take.
Answer the door for the delivery man wearing nothing at all.
I don’t know what made me do it but I did and now he’s right here in here with me, handsome and cute and oh so desirable.
My friends are watching and even still there is a little voice urging me to do it. Urging me to take this to the next level.
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“He’s gonna like that show,” Marie said, her voice almost hungry.
That’s when it clicked that I wasn’t just putting on this show for them. I was putting it on for a random stranger as well.
Just the thought of it made my body tense, made me cover up by wrapping my arms around myself and covering the bits I didn’t want anyone to see.
“Oh don’t do that,” Jane chastised me, “You have to let him see if you want to win.”
Nervously I unwrapped myself, wondering if I could really go through with this. If I could let a stranger see me like this. Could I let myself be exposed like this? Could I put myself out there?
A knock at the door made me jump and let me realize that there was no turning back. With a gulp I muted the sound on the laptop and dimmed the screen so he couldn’t see my two friends intently peering into their screens. Then I turned and walked to the door.
Opening the door he managed to get out, “Hello I’ve got your pizza-” before his voice kind of faded away and his eyes went real wide.
If I wasn’t blushing already I was pretty sure I would be by now. And I was pretty sure that by now my whole body was a vibrant shade of red.
“Hi,” I said meekly, “You have my pizza.”