The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 20: Pizza Party, New Friends, and Lovers – Sydney I .1 – Sunday
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 20: Pizza Party, New Friends, and Lovers – Sydney I .1 – Sunday - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Masturbation Oral Sex
That Sunday, I watched the pizza parlor start busy and stay that way. It was the football playoffs, and the local team was playing. We weren’t a sports bar, but those nights always seemed busy. Still, tips were usually good—especially with a win—which helped make up for how hectic the night got. This night turned around for me the minute Janice and her friends walked in.
When three women entered, I almost tripped over my own feet when I saw how stunning they all were. One towered near six feet—her beauty and curves so striking that any woman calling herself a ten in the room voluntarily knocked herself down to an eight, maybe a seven. With her was a teenage girl, also stunning—barely over five feet, with black hair in a gorgeous braid, olive skin, and almond eyes that screamed Mediterranean exotic to me. She radiated energy even standing still. The third woman took me by surprise—it was Janice. I hadn’t recognized her at first because she was in casual clothes. I was so used to her wearing a blazer and skirt, it took me a second. When I did, a smile came automatically to my face. I rushed over and asked, “Three?” A voice from the doorway said, “Four,” as another woman had just strolled in. The teen—Daphne, I’d learn—beamed, “Good, perfect timing!”
Giving Janice a big smile, I exclaimed, “You made it!” My voice rose with excitement at seeing her. Her return smile matched my own. Stepping forward, she glanced around, surprised at the crowd. I rolled my eyes and muttered, “I’ll be happy when football season’s over, but the tips are good.”
Janice introduced Daphne, Kate, and Rachel, but before she could introduce me, Daphne turned to the tall blonde—Kate—teasing, “That’s why you wanted to wear your old cheerleader outfit.” Then, looking at me, she added, “I told her no. Men kept complimenting her on her pom-poms, and she’d just say, ‘I left my pom-poms at home.’” Shaking her head, Daphne sighed, “I tried to explain—she’s such an innocent.” I nodded sympathetically, saying, “I can tell.” Kate shot Daphne a stern look, scolding her, saying simply, “Daphne.” I liked Daphne’s vibe instantly and leaned in, grinning, “I’m sure if she jumped up and down leading a cheer, the men would join in.” Kate turned to Janice, exasperated, “Please tell me this isn’t Sydney.” At that, Janice introduced me to the three.
Just then, Mrs. Russo—Maria—stepped out from the kitchen, her thick Italian accent obvious as she asked, “Sydney, do you need help with tables?” Before I could answer, Daphne cut in with what sounded like flawless Italian. Maria’s eyes widened, then she smiled, chatting with Daphne like old friends. I couldn’t follow a word, but the energy shifted—they laughed and gestured like they’d known each other forever. I stood there surprised as Maria stuck her head into the back and called out, and her husband Tony joined them. She introduced him to Daphne, and soon the three seemed to be reminiscing like old neighbors.
I marveled for a minute waiting for them to finish talking. Kate, obviously reading my thoughts, muttered to me, “This could go on for hours.” I smiled, waved for them to follow, and led them to a big corner booth, away from the football chaos, handing out menus and leaving one for Daphne. I asked about drinks, but Kate said they’d wait for Daphne. With a quick ‘Back in a few minutes,’ I stepped away, pausing to check another table before heading to the front. Daphne and the Russos were still chatting, but she caught my eye and signaled for them to wait.
Daphne started talking, and it took a minute to register and sink in. I knew then that Daphne was something really special. I asked her to explain to Maria and Tony where I was going. It was already obvious she could sway them into almost anything.
I grabbed a menu and walked out the front door. She told me to look for a black Taurus parked in the street. It didn’t hit me until I walked out the door that I didn’t know what a Taurus looked like. I did know it was a Ford, though. I looked around, and there was only one car with a person sitting in it, and the car had a “Ford” badge on the front. That must be the car, I thought. The woman in the car and I locked eyes the moment I started to move toward her. She rolled down the window. I said in a cheerful tone, “Good evening, my name is Sydney, and I will be your server tonight,” sliding the menu through the open window. The woman just stared, frozen, not taking it. I held steady, undeterred, and politely asked, “Would you like anything to drink?” She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted out, “No thank you,” as nice as she could muster. I could see she was making an effort not to scream.
I pulled the menu back, ready with Daphne’s script. Pausing to get it right, I said, “I am supposed to tell you ... Daphne is very sorry for letting you sit in your car all day, but Kate and Janice needed to get some work done, and she didn’t want to disturb them. She also said you spelled her name wrong in your report. It’s ‘o-u-l-o-u.’” I had no idea what the spelling thing meant, but the woman’s face was priceless. I pressed on, “Daphne also said you’re more than welcome to join them. You can bring your computer, and they can all help with your report. They wanted to thank you for everything. Buying you dinner seemed the least they could do.” After a beat, I ad-libbed, “I’d come in. That girl, Daphne, told the others if you didn’t, they’d all come out here, sit in your car, and eat dinner. I think she’s dead serious.”
She let out a groan and thunked her head on the steering wheel once before climbing out. “Have they ordered yet?” she asked, and I flashed a smile, “No, they were waiting for you.” She replied dryly, “Of course they are. Great.” When the woman got out of the car, I looked closely at her for the first time. She had a somewhat intense look on her face—a very beautiful face. I almost groaned—who are these women? As we walked in, I thought that Rachel was the least beautiful—least beautiful, but still beautiful. She reminded me of a cross between Jane Russell, Marilyn Monroe, and Maureen O’Hara because of her red hair.
I trailed behind the woman as she stepped inside, my heart picking up pace with the buzz of the evening. The second she crossed the threshold, Daphne’s voice rang out loud and clear, “Jane! Over here!” Daphne was still chatting with the Russos. I steered the woman their way, whispering, “Those are the owners.” As we got close, Daphne grabbed the woman’s hand and launched into what I assumed was an introduction—her Italian flowing like a song. I heard “Jane Venus Robins” pop out, but that was all I could catch. The woman shot me a puzzled look, and I shrugged, giving her an “I-have-no-idea” grin. The Russos pulled her into hugs, and the man, noticing her confusion, said, “Miss Daphne just said you are a dear friend, and your middle name describes you perfectly. I agree.” They swapped a few more words, then gave Daphne longer hugs before heading back to the kitchen. Daphne took the woman’s hand again, leading her to a back table with me following, and introduced me as, “This is Sydney, a good friend of Janice.” She introduced the woman as Jane, a very dear friend. Jane rolled her eyes at the introduction. I had to stop myself from laughing. This night kept getting better, I thought to myself.
At the booth, Kate sat at one end, Rachel the other with Janice between them. Daphne guided Jane to Rachel’s side, and Rachel scooted over to make space. Jane slid in, asking Daphne as she did, “You speak Italian. Where did you learn that?” Daphne gave her an are-you-serious look, replying simply, “Italy.” Before Jane could dig deeper, Kate raised a hand, “Don’t—just don’t.” Janice flashed a big smile, Rachel offered a small one, and I could tell it was their little inside joke. Jane let it slide, and I suppressed a chuckle, thinking this really was going to be a fun night.
Everyone had menus, and they started to look them over. I asked about drinks. Daphne, seeming to be the boss, asked for a bottle of our best Chianti and to get Jane a big glass—saying she looked like she needed it. I had caught sight of Jane’s badge on her belt when she sat. I asked Daphne almost sheepishly, “ID?” With a sly smile, she whipped out a license. I saw Kate and Janice look surprised and knew something must be funny. I couldn’t help myself—looking at them and pretending like I was trying not to laugh, I said, “Thank you, Mr. Tanaka. Nice picture.” Janice’s laugh burst out. I was handing the ID back to Daphne when Kate swooped in, snatching it from my hand. She frowned at Daphne, asking, “When did you get a driver’s license?” Before Daphne could reply, Kate, still looking at Daphne, pointed at me and asked, “When did you recruit her?” I grinned, stepping in with, “I was not recruited—I’m a willing disciple and follower,” and gave a little bow for effect. With a big smile, I glanced at Janice, saying, “You’re right, they are a hoot. I can’t wait to see them liquored up. I’ll get the wine.” Chuckling to myself, I sauntered off, already picturing the night ahead.
When I went to the back to get the wine, I told Mr. Russo that Daphne’s table requested a bottle of our “best Chianti.” I didn’t know that much about wines—people always just asked for “red” or “white.” That’s why I asked Mr. Russo. He smiled and—not going to the wine cooler—he surprised me by going downstairs. I knew that was where he kept special wines usually reserved for him and Maria. He came up with a couple bottles and told me to serve those. When I delivered just one of the wine bottles and glasses, Jane got the same glass, not extra large. Daphne, seeing the label, seemed impressed. After sampling the wine, she went into the history of the wine and winery, rattling off other Chianti facts while Kate tried to steer her to ordering dinner. When Daphne finally finished her Chianti talk, she told Kate she had already arranged something special. That was news to me. For the next hour plus, I was delivering things not on the restaurant’s menu. There were prosciutto breadsticks, tomato-mozzarella, pasta, shrimp, and gelato with espresso. All these dishes caught the eye of other patrons, and I got more than one, “I’ll have what they’re having.” I kept explaining it was a special order for friends of the owners. Not sure they all believed me.
The five women appeared to have a wonderful time. Their conversations seemed to drift between semi-serious and teasing banter. I noticed most of the conversation was centered—or maybe controlled—by Daphne. As the evening wore on, I couldn’t help but notice Jane relax and join in the conversations. By the end of the evening, you would think she’d been part of the group all along—not dragged in, almost literally, a couple hours earlier. I have to admit, the way they all treated me, I was feeling very comfortable with all of them too.
Later in the evening, I noticed Jane and Rachel talking with an almost intimate rapport. They were leaning quite close to each other, whispering like old friends. At one point, they were facing each other, and Jane’s hand was on Rachel’s shoulder, giving it several squeezes. It looked like she was comforting her.
By the end, the place was empty, and I brought the bill. Daphne told Kate to handle it and not to forget about me. She went to the kitchen to talk more with Tony and Maria. The Russos came out and gave everyone a hug. They called Jane “Venus” again—something Rachel seemed to appreciate. Jane and Rachel left with Rachel holding Jane’s arm in hers as they walked and talked.
Daphne and Kate followed Rachel and Jane out. Janice was holding back, and soon it was just us by the front door. I told the Russos I needed some fresh air before cleaning up. They knew it was a busy night and said to take my time.
Janice and I stepped outside. I told her all her friends were great. She said she was happy I liked them and could tell they liked me. Rachel and Jane no longer had their arms linked as they walked to some parked cars. They both got into Jane’s Taurus and were out of view. Janice and I were chatting about nothing when I reached up and pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers brush her ear.
She asked how long I had to work. It was after ten. I told her it would be about an hour—mainly cleaning and getting set up for tomorrow. She asked if I needed to get home right away or had time to come over for a coffee or something after I was done. I still lived at home and didn’t usually stay out late. She started to play with my hair this time. My knees actually felt a little weak. I told her I’d love to come over for a little while. She said great—she would head home and come back to pick me up in an hour.
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