Turns out, patrons needed to enter the venue through an unmarked back door up some non-handicap accessible stone steps. Since I was not familiar with ...his procedure, it took ten additional minutes knocking on doors, peeking through windows and pouting my lips before I tailed an Emo couple inside. The art was lined up against the walls, leaving the middle of the room bare for conversing. I caught sight of no one I knew. This should be pretty awkward. Situations such as these call for alcohol.. “Yes, in here”, I replied.A man in his mid 20s walked into my office. Oh, my God, it was him. It was Chuck, the guy who I was just lusting for his cock. I couldn’t believe he was looking for an apartment in my complex.I showed him some brochures desperately trying to lease a unit to him. I was a little shy talking to him and I was a little worried that it would hurt my sale. Deep down inside I still wanted him and my pussy ached the entire time we talked.We headed out to a one-bedroom. Both were smothered in mayonnaise and pickle relish (ofall things!).The doorbell rang. I lethargically lifted my body from my Laz-Y-Boy chair andslowly, cooly, walked to the door. (Mustn’t let on any show of anticipationto those pimple faced, lecherous pizza boys.) I methodically opened the door.My jaw dropped. My stomach wriggled. My words u*********sly slurred."Pizza" she said.She! Yes! She! This was no pizza boy! No! This was a woman! And what a woman.240 pounds of woman!!"Pizza" she said, a. My skin was so sensitive and tingled with the touch of her fingertips. I wanted more, to be closer to her, to be inside her… but I also wanted to take my time and savour every moment.After some time, I moved my kisses slowly across her cheek and towards her ear lobes. She didn’t resist, moaning as I found the sensitive spot below her ear. I kissed my way down across her collarbone towards her breasts, still forcing myself to take my time. Despite being a virgin, I had fooled around enough times.