Moments after Brad knocked on the door, he heard a thunderous sound, and quick as lightning the entrance was ripped open, to reveal a sight the seventeen year old boy was not going to forget for some time.
His classmate Lauren, normally refined, was hunched over, barely dressed, and before he could say a word she tore the pizza boxes out of his hands. He stood there, mouth agape, staring at the figure in front of him. Wearing only a white tank top that clung tightly to her damp skin, and striped panties, Lauren hurriedly reached for her money, and thrust it at Brad. Only once she looked into his eyes did she realise the situation she was in.
"Ah, B-brad...?"
Glancing downwards, she noticed her unsuitable clothing, her nipples hardening in the cold air, almost visible through the sticky shirt, her panties revealing far too much skin to a boy she only vaguely knew.
"Hey Lauren... How are you?"
The hungry girl blushed even harder when her stomach growled loudly, demanding she stop wasting time talking and start eating.
"Sounds like I should leave you to enjoy your Stuffed Crust pizza! I'll see you tomorrow, Lauren..."
Brad spared the poor girl any further embarrassment and returned to his bike. He was hardly a pervert, but as a young man who quietly appreciated women with an appetite, this was something he'd been dreaming of ever since he became a delivery boy. A pretty girl, alone, calling him over to provide hot pizza to satisfy her desires. That it was a girl he knew, one as lovely as Lauren, only made it more perfect. Thinking of what Lauren would do with all that food made it very hard for Brad to get back onto his saddle.
"T-thanks for the pizza!" Lauren shouted after the kindly delivery boy, the only sacrifice she could make in the name of politeness, before immediately recoiling back inside to finally fill herself with fantastic, fatty pizza, forgetting her shameful exhibition.