Delivery story 159 Biff writes: Night of the Pizza. Many years ago, I had a friend who had a professional job, but was in financial dire straights. He would moonlight delivering pizzas for another friend that owned a small pizzeria in Arvada, Colorado. One Satuday night I finished eating at this pizzeria when I overheard the owner complaining that two delivery people had bailed on him and he was swamped with orders. My friend was out trying to do tripple deliveries, so I offered to help out a bit, which the owner jumped on. I had never done this before and didn't know what to expect. It might be fun. Besides it was still early. I'm well educated, relatively good looking, and at the time was over dressed to be a delivery person. The first delivery was at an apartment complex for a group of 30 to 40 year olds. They looked and spoke like rednecks. They took 10 minutes fishing for change, but were short. Pathetic. I said not to worry about it and I'll pick up the difference, which really seemed to surprise them. Of course no thank you. I just wanted to get out of there. The next two deliveries were much the same. One under tip, and a stiff. Suddenly this didn't seem like fun. No wonder my friend always seemed grim about moonlighting. The last delivery I made was to a nice motel in the area. Apparently, two girls were in town for their 10-year high school reunion and were getting ready to go out to a bar. They both looked quite nice. One of the girls (Judy) had obviously been crying and promptly went into the bathroom. The other girl (Cindy) was very chatty and commented that I didn't look like a delivery guy. I told her that this was my last delivery and that I was just bailing out a friend. She asked me what I really did and what I had planned for the evening. I answered with a question by asking what they were going to do. Being between girlfriends, I quickly invited myself to go with them. I dropped off the pizza money while they ate and came back. The girl that had been crying was still getting herself together in the bathroom. At this time the chatty girl explained that her friend had been dumped the week before, and had no date for the get together at the bar. So I was sworn into secrecy as the "emergency date." Heck, why not? I followed them to the bar. The bar was hopping! Judy had pulled out of the self pity mode and danced up a storm. We hit it off. I was disappointed to find out that Judy was from out of state. During the evening Cindy started flirting with me. Maybe she was "jealous" or maybe a little drunk. At any rate, I could tell that Judy was getting annoyed. She asked me to drive her to her motel room, which I did. Apparently Cindy had the adjacent room. Judy had a couple of nice bottles of wine at the motel and she invited me in for a drink. She soon made the first move and started kissing me. Not that I was resisting. We had really great sex. Judy then fell fast asleep and began snoring. I didn't want to drive home. It was late and I was still a little tipsy. Besides, I wanted to see more of Judy in the morning. So I climbed into the other bed in the room and went to sleep. During the night I was awakened by someone slipping into my bed and snuggling up to me from behind. I didn't hear the snoring anymore. After fondling me from behind, we turned around simultaneously and I made love to Judy from behind. We then fell asleep. In the morning I could tell I was going to have a good headache, but it was worth it. It was then that I came to the realization that Judy was snoring again, from the other bed. As I turned over for another few minutes of sleep I was also aware that someone was laying next to me. It was Cindy. As I was to find out, she came into Judy's room during the night via a suite door from the adjacent room. It was hard to convince people at the time, but it was dark, I was groggy, and just assumed it was Judy. Anyway, Cindy was awake and looking at me with a slight smile. This was obviously no accident on her part. I hopped up saying I had to go to the bathroom. Needless to say I was in shock. Most guys might dream of this happening to them, but my mind was racing as to what to do next. By the time I came out, Judy was awake and had figured out what had happened. She screamed at me and told me to get out. It was ugly. I tried in vain to explain, then left quickly when I saw it was useless. Cindy said nothing. What a friend! A couple of weeks later I found Judy's address and sent her a letter, explaining my side of the story and how sorry I was we couldn't get together, because I really liked her. About two years later I received a letter from Judy saying Cindy finally confessed to "what had happenedm." Apparently she used the "tipsy" alibi, but I felt good that Judy forgave me. She said she was engaged to be married and hinted she'd like to correspond with me. That felt a little odd, so I never did. I was also seeing a great girl, whom I would eventually marry. return to top