Denise was one hot tomato. Her family had been patronizing my family’s pizzeria for as long as I could remember. But it wasn’t until she and I had both turned 18 that I saw her in a brand-new light.

We crossed paths during the first week of classes at the local community college. Denise was no longer the awkward, shy girl I remembered. She was gorgeous — with thick, dark hair, soulful eyes and a rack that filled out her snug sweater like nobody’s business. It was hard not to stare at her tits as I watched her flit from one group of acquaintances to another.

At some point, I caught her eye and she immediately rushed over to me, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. That unexpected but very welcome greeting gave me an instant hard-on. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, slightly embarrassed by my body’s response to her. But I quickly realized there was no point in hiding it.

I was hot for Denise, and I wanted her to know it!

We talked a little about our classes. She was considering a career in accounting, while I had my eye on business management and hospitality courses. I knew my pop wanted me to take over the restaurant one day, and I also knew it could be bigger and better than it already was.

Denise listened to me attentively, nodding in agreement as I talked about my dreams.

Then she said, “You know, Tony. I have my own place now — not far from campus. Why don’t you let me cook you dinner for a change?”

Her tone hinted there was something more delectable on the menu than food, so I quickly accepted her invitation for that Friday night.

I made sure I wasn’t late, and when Denise opened the door, I found myself nearly breathless at the sight of her beauty. She wore a low-cut dress that revealed plenty of cleavage. Her bodice hugged her boobs just right, like the garment was offering up her tits to me. Her hemline was high and showed off her shapely legs. She turned on her stilettos and strutted back into the apartment. I stood at the threshold with my mouth agape as I admired her swaying ass.

Fortunately, I got my act together before she turned around. I shut the door and followed her to the cozy kitchen area.

Denise handed me a glass of red wine as she said, “We’re not 21, but I always have a bottle on hand for cooking. A good splash makes the pot roast even better.”

That was indeed what was on the menu, and it was phenomenal. My typical diet consisted of what we usually sold in the restaurant, so lots of pizza and red sauce dishes. I loved it, but Denise’s dinner was a really nice change of pace.

Afterward, she served us each big slices of cherry pie, and we settled onto her couch for more conversation. We kicked off our shoes and quickly got cozy.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Tony,” she confessed. “But I wasn’t sure you’d ever be interested in me.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous.”

I didn’t say anything else and let my actions do the talking. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around Denise’s plush body. I brought my lips to hers, giving her a gentle kiss before allowing my tongue to be more demanding. I slipped between her lips, Frenching her as she moaned into my mouth.

Denise embraced me, her fingernails skittering across my back and scratching me through my shirt. My already swelling cock zoomed to a full-on erection.

I pushed Denise back against the couch cushions and hiked up her dress. Her panties were so sheer that I could clearly see her hairless mound and slit. I grabbed each side of her undies and slid them down her curvy hips.

Denise parted her legs, and I got my first glimpse of her pink promised land. She tried to sit up and pull me in for another kiss, but I shook my head. I worked her dress up and over her head, then pressed down on her torso, urging her to stay down. I told her to relax and let me take over.

She wore no bra, and her dark-nippled tits were truly fantastic. Her olive-toned skin was flawless, and I covered her body with worshipful kisses. She squirmed happily when I took one of her nipples between my lips and suckled it. I made sure I lavished the same kind of attention on both boobs, making her hum happily.

Denise writhed beneath me, her body’s motions betraying her arousal. I nibbled on the side of her neck, causing her to gasp and buck. I reached down between her legs, slipping two fingers into her succulent snatch.

She groaned and pumped her hips upward, eagerly accepting what I had to give. I rhythmically finger-fucked her as she rocked her body toward me. With my fingers jammed deep inside her pussy, I rubbed my thumb against her swollen clit until she shivered orgasmically.

“Let’s call that an amuse-bouche,” I quipped, before sliding down her body and planting my face between her thighs. “Now, let’s have an appetizer.”

The subtle scent of Denise’s pussy was hypnotic. I dove in, lapping upward and flicking my tongue against her hypersensitive button. She could hardly stand the contact as it came so close on the heels of her release. But I held her hips firmly and didn’t let her evade me. She practically sobbed as I nibbled, sucked and lapped at her clit. She was babbling incoherently as I relentlessly drove her toward another body-shaking climax.

Denise lay limply on the couch, looking like a wrung-out dishtowel. Her face was flushed, and her dark hair was mussed. She looked thoroughly wrecked. But I wasn’t done with her.

I stood and stripped off my T-shirt, jeans and underwear. Her heavy-lidded eyes coursed over my nude figure and soon fixated on my erect cock. She gave my boner a casual stroke with her petite hand, eliciting an animalistic growl from me.

I immediately pounced on her, and Denise laughed with delight. I hammered home my hard-on, and her slick pussy took me to the hilt. She bounced her hips on the couch cushion, rising up to meet each of my thrusts. Our bodies repeatedly crashed together as we chased our limitless hunger for one another.

My hyper-excited hottie quaked with yet another climax. I felt her cunt contract and release around my cock, her muscles practically vibrating.

Denise pushed me off her and breathlessly demanded, “I want to suck your cock. I want to taste your cream.”

How could any man argue with that?

I sat back, and Denise knelt on the floor in front of me. She held the base of my rod in the circle of her thumb and forefinger and took my crown between her full lips. She slid downward, noisily slurping her sauce off my shiny shaft.

The vibrations of her vocalizations teased my tumescence, and those erotic rumblings added to my bliss. Denise was voracious. She sucked my cock like her life depended on it, delivering just the right amount of suction and friction. She was also the ultimate tease, instinctively pulling back when she sensed I was on the verge of losing my load. She did that repeatedly, driving me to the edge of sanity.

“Please, Denise, please,” I gasped. “I can’t take anymore.”

She smiled as much as she could with a mouthful of cock and increased her efforts. This time, she didn’t hold back. There were no teasing pauses. Her head bounced in my lap as she relentlessly brought me to the brink. My game girl didn’t even flinch when my cock jerked and shot its first spurt of spunk across her tongue. She rested her hands on either side of my hips and continued to bob and swallow until my balls were depleted.

I was breathless and filled with wonder over our mind-blowing encounter. But that was just our first of the night.

We sat next to each other in silence, and after a short rest, Denise reached over and began idly playing with my spent erection. I had youth and a bottomless craving for her on my side because it didn’t take long for that little minx to revive my rod. In minutes, I swelled to my full size once more.

“So hot, so hard, and it’s all for me,” she whispered saucily. “Can I ride you?”

“Always,” I assured her.

I reclined and rested my arms on the back of the couch on either side of me as my naked nymph planted her pussy on my prick. She clutched my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh, as she gyrated on my cock. I enjoyed the sharp bite of pain from her red-painted talons as she gripped me tightly. Her hips pistoned like a well-oiled machine, and I enjoyed the sensation of her velvety snatch massaging me.

I couldn’t be sure, but I think Denise eked out one more orgasm as she fucked me silly. Even if she didn’t, she sure looked like she was having a hell of a time!

I cupped her bouncing breasts in my hands, giving her melons a good squeeze and pinching her rubbery nipples. I felt her cunt grow even wetter, so I tweaked her nubs again. I wasn’t gentle, and she seemed to like that. So, I continued to manhandle her cans as she pogoed on my pole.

At some point, I needed to take control of the action. I clutched her hips once more and drove my pelvis upward with a mighty roar. I slammed into her fiercely, piercing her to the core and hitting bottom with each of my thrusts. Denise’s helpless cry fueled my relentless actions, and I pummeled her until my load rocketed out of my cockhead and painted her insides.

Denise climbed off of my still erect prick, sending a shower of fluid coursing over my sac. We were a sticky mess, and in its own way, it was the very best dessert.