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I got sex for pizza. It's really not any more complex than that.

A girl I used to work with... five years ago... randomly messaged me on AOL the other night, and basically said we should hang out. She's cute and we used to have a lot of fun partying together, but were never anything more than friends. I thought it was a very touching-base type of activity, and she invited me to her place. After some friendly catching-up, we decided we were hungry.

I said, "let's order some pizza". She said, "sounds good". I made no mention of asking her to pay anything. We chat some more about the old days and what we're up to, and finally the pizza arrives. She says she should have offered to split the cost with me, and I told her that it was my pleasure to buy pizza, and I didn't mention it because I had no intention of having her split the cost.

We each put some pizza on our plate, and as I'm enjoying my first bite into a delicious slice, I see movement out of the corner of my eye. It's not her similar first-bite into her pizza slice, but rather her pulling off her t-shirt and throwing it casually to the side, then immediately picking up and biting into her slice.

I let her see that I noticed, but made no commentary... I just continued to eat as though it hadn't happened, because I believed it would be better to act as though it didn't phase me. Meanwhile, I'm mentally sizing up her outfit for the number of steps before she's naked: bra... skirt... panties(?)... and wondering if each slice will mean another article of clothing is removed, or each bite, or what.

She got up and said she was getting a beer, and asked if I wanted one as well. I told her yes, I would like one. She disappears into the kitchen. So now, I'm trying to think if she'll come back totally naked, or come back without the bra or skirt... certainly she'll take something off, just so she can enjoy watching me try to act like it's not driving me nuts that she's lost more clothing.

She returns with two beers, and nothing has changed. I thought she was being clever, knowing I'd think she'd take something off and then not do so. I chuckled and gave in, saying, "I thought you would have taken something else off". As I finish that sentence, she pauses mid-stride and stands in front of me, between me and the coffee table (we were eating on the couch). She turns to face the coffee table, away from me, and bends over at the waist to put my beer down. She had, indeed, taken something off- it was all exposed, the skirt ruffling around it, and it was 6 inches from my face.

She straightened up and then sat down again, enjoying a nonchalant sip of her beer and going right back to the pizza. I was floored- not only did I not expect her to want me in that way, but also because I totally didn't think about her losing the panties to mess with me even more. I chuckled a bit as we ate some more, and said "you're good. Well played." She thanked me as a very intentionally bland courtesy, "thank you."

She was better than good, she was beating me at my own game- messing with someone's head while you act like nothing's going on. She owned me at every step of the way. I think she sensed how much of a landslide her victory over me was becoming, so she very casually said, in between bites, "I have a little itch on my back, can you get it for me?" I replied to this by sliding my hand up from the small of her back to her bra strap, which was snapped open with the flick of my fingers.

She said, "that's much better, thank you" and let it fall as she polished off the last bite of her slice of pizza.

Well... I didn't want her to take the skirt off. I mean... that's just way hotter than being totally naked... at least for a little while. I decided to play her game and asked if there was any pizza on my face. She said there was, and leaned in to kiss.

After that, all notions of messing with each other went straight out the window and it was just a kiss- and grope-fest while she tried to take my clothes off in the chaos. She succeeded. This was my first sex in some time, and I think we humped on/around every surface and piece of furniture in every room in her house. We took so many showers (no idea how many) to clean off the sweatiness and have shower sex, that we totally killed the hot water and were having almost-too-cold-to-tolerate shower sex.

Her body was amazing. I don't remember when the skirt was lost, and I don't know if I intentionally took it off or burst into a horny rage and pulled it off without conscious thought. I can still feel the gentle caress of her voice against my ear as she leaned in to whisper to me, nearly out of breath, "none of this was true. I hope you enjoyed the story."

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Really though, I did finally get laid the other night, after way too long without... I did get a message to hang out with a chick I used to work with 5 years ago, but it was a very obvious "booty call". Her first message was something like, "Hey, I haven't talked to you in forever. I have a king-size bed now. Wink."

I said I'd take a shower and be over there. I went, she greeted me at the door, took me by the hand, and led me into the bedroom. Sex. Thank God. It's been too long. And yeah, she's cute and we used to hang out a ton and nothing ever happened despite getting shitty drunk together many, many times. I don't care if I was just a booty call. She's a nice booty to get a call from- and 5 years down the road, to boot.[/hide]