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Meet cute
Mel wasn’t expecting this delivery to bring her to an apartment complex. Two extra large pizzas, plus two six packs added on thanks to the newest DoorDash feature, would usually go to one of the run-down frat houses by the college. But here she was.
She typed the apartment number on the ticket into the pad by the gate. It rang for a moment before a woman’s voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Hi, this is your Dasher, I have two pizzas and two—“
“Oh fuck yeah, come on in.” The voice cut Mel off and a loud buzz sounded as the gate unlocked. Mel chuckled a little. The girls at whatever bro-y girls night this was must be eager for their pizza.
Mel sprung up the stairs and turned the corner, mind focused on the best route to her next delivery. But her mind was brought to a thudding halt as she approached the apartment and saw Her.
Only the screen door was closed, the front door was wide open. Inside was a tableau straight out of Mel’s daydreams. A brightly lit and cozy living room. A coffee table littered with food wrappers, takeout boxes, weed paraphernalia, empty beer cans, and an enormous bong. A TV playing a silly comedy show. A plush couch facing the door on the far side of the room. And on the couch, a woman—a woman who filled half the couch, who was laughing throatily and stupidly at the tv, who was idly twisting a grinder in her hands. She was wearing a wife beater tank top, with enormous tits spilling over the top and a massive belly spilling out of the bottom. Mel could barely see a pair of little pink pajama shorts under the belly. She was blonde.
Mel wanted to drool, but she took a moment to compose herself and knocked on the door frame. “Door dash!” She called out cheerily. She was going to be normal about this.
The woman looked up. “Oh, right, hell yeah.” She set the grinder down and stood up, somewhat unsteadily. Mel thought she might already be drunk, but it also might just be how heavy she was.
She swayed over towards the door, jiggling, apparently not caring how much skin she had on display. The edges of her areolas became visible as her tits shook further out of her struggling tank top, and Mel could see he hard nipples just below the top’s neckline. She wanted to lick—no, she was normal.
Mel handed over the pizzas. “I just need to see your ID,” she reminded her new favorite delivery recipient. By rights, she probably shouldn’t give beer to a woman who had more than half a dozen empties scattered around her couch, but Mel wasn’t much for morals.
“Oh right, yeah, for the beer, duh.” The woman responded. She turned and went to set the pizzas on the coffee table before rummaging around for her ID. Her dimpled ass cheeks were barely covered by her little pink shorts. Mel wanted to stick her face—NO. BE NORMAL.
The woman came back to the door and handed Mel her ID. Mel examined it. She was definitely over 21–her birthday put her at two years older than Mel.
“Yvette, that’s a pretty name.” Mel remarked, trying to be cool about it. She handed the ID back, then the beer.
“Thanks.” Yvette answered, barely noticing. She was hyper-focused on the beers Mel handed over. Her eyes were shining as she took the dozen cans.
Much to Mel’s surprise, her deliveree set one of the six packs on a table next to the door, pulled a cab out of the other pack, opened it with one hand, and tipped it back to drink deeply. Mel’s jaw dropped as Yvette chugged, leaning back as she emptied the can into her mouth, gulping deeply and repeatedly. The beer was gone in 30 seconds.
Yvette straightened up and let out a satisfied “Ahhhhhhh, fugggg yes” before just dropping the can right there on the floor and pulling another off the pack. It was then that she noticed Mel’s awestruck stare.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” she chided, popping the next can open. Mel shook herself, ashamed.
“Oh fuck, I’m, I’m so sorry, I—“
“Chill, I was teasing.” Yvette responded with a grin, looking Mel up and down and she sipped her new drink. “I know an appreciative stare from an appalled one. You’re cute, what’s your name?”
Mel couldn’t believe this was happening. “M-Mel…”
“Ok, M-Mel,” Yvette replied, chuckling. “What time is your shift done?”
Oh fuck, it WAS happening. “Uh—uhm I’m off at 11–“
“You wanna come over when you’re done?” Yvette hefted her beer and regarded Mel idly, waiting to see if she had judged the other girl correctly. She had.
“Yes—yes.” Mel replied, tripping over her tongue. “Yes. I’ll come back as soon as I can.”
Yvette grinned widely. “Good girl.” Mel flushed. Yvette grabbed the other six pack and shook them both at Mel. “I’ll need help lighting the bong after I finish these.”
As Yvette turned to sway and stagger back to the couch, Mel rushed out of the complex, trying to configure how she could finish her deliveries as fast as possible. She tried desperately to ignore the wetness in her panties.
She failed.
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My main team in Dragonspine but it’s actually Beidou and Bennet dealing with two oblivious idiots.
Beidou to Ningguang that night: These gays… they’re trying to murder me.