Chapter 1

It was an innocuous thing, the mirror he found. Dave was just walking down the street when a bright light crossed his vision, almost causing him to stumble. After a second to recover, he looked around, before spotting what looked like a mirror in the bushes to his right.

Kneeling down, he reached in to grab the mirror. The second his finger touched the surface, a warm feeling seemed to infuse his body, before quickly dissipating, almost as if it never happened.

Pulling it out, he examined the object. About 2 inches in diameter, it looked like a regular mirror you’d find in a girls purse. The edges were gold colored, slightly discolored, but the mirror itself was immaculate, no scratches, blemishes, or even dirt. When he flipped it over, his breath caught in his throat.

On the back, in bias relief, was a stunning portraiture of a woman. The carving looked like Aphrodite laying on her bed, arms above her head, with her head slightly turned to the right. Sculpted to look like gauzy material was covering her breasts and mound of venus, there was no doubt that the woman carved in the mirror was naked underneath.

Dave examined the object closely, noticing that parts of the woman were shinier than the rest. He rubbed his finger over her, noticing that his fingers tended to rub the parts that were shinier.

“Well, duh.” he thought. Anyone who held this mirror would reflectively run their fingers over the protuberances - her breasts. At least, any male who held it.

As his fingers passed over her chest absentmindedly, he wondered who could have dropped the mirror. Dave was taking a shortcut to work, and normally wouldn’t have gone this way, as the area was overgrown and houses abandoned. But by cutting through two empty yards, he would be at the back of the pizza place where he worked, instead of walking the ½ mile he normally did.

Standing up suddenly, he took a quick glance at his watch. ‘Shit! I’m gonna be late if I don’t hurry,’ he thought, before putting the mirror in his pocket and quickly running the rest of the way to work.

Pulling up to the curb of the next house, he put the car in park. Dave didn’t own a car, but the owners of the pizza shop were friends with his family, and let him use the company car for deliveries when he was working, the only caveat was that he fill the tank at the end of the shift from his earnings. Dave felt this was more than fair, and usually ran the car through the car wash once or twice a week as thanks. Even though it was a company car, the owners used it on their days off as their personal car, so the small gesture was appreciated.

Putting on his hat, he grabbed the pizza bag and started towards the door of his next delivery. Ringing the bell, he stood back and waited.

As the lights in the foyer came on, he saw a glimpse of something wispy pass by the window next to the door. Once it opened, he barely managed not to choke as he took in the lovely sight of a beautiful woman wearing some scanty negligee.

“Hi, sorry, I rushed to get the door. Can you hold on while I grab my wallet?”

Dave only nodded as he slowly lost the ability to reason. ‘Holy shit she’s HOT!’ was the thought that went through his head, as the woman turned around and started rummaging through her purse on the counter. Roughly his height at 5’10”, she had a pale complexion, auburn brown hair, breasts that defied logic, and an ass that would stop traffic.

As the lyrics to Sir Mix-a-Lot’s song started going through Dave’s head, she finally turned around, a full smile on her lips. ‘Thanks for waiting! Here’s what I owe for the pizza, though I think you already got the tip, right?” She smiled coyishly.

“Uhh...” was the response from the 18 year old. ‘Shit, stuff like this doesn’t happen in real life!’ he thought to himself.

“Oh, it happens occasionally, especially to those deserving.” She said. Dave just goggled at her, before slapping his hand over his mouth, prompting her to laugh lightly.

“Don’t worry, I’m just being a bit naughty. Why don’t you set the pizza down over here?” she said, indicating the table next to the door.

“Uh, yeah. Sure thing, miss.” Dave replied, woodenly moving to place the pizza on the proffered table. “Can I do anything else for you, miss?”

“Oh honey, you’ve done plenty. Now take one last look before you go and tell all your friends about this,” She said.

“Miss, I would never. But thank you for the lovely view!” Dave replied, slowly looking her up and down, before she smiled one last time and closed the door.

Making his way back to the car, all that was running through Dave’s mind was “Holy shit!” Sitting down in the driver’s seat, he grimaced when his cock hit the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath, he took one more look at the house, before driving off to his next delivery.

“Man, I wish I could see her naked!” David exclaimed, driving down the street. As he negotiated the next turn, he felt something warm in his pocket. Reaching for it, he cursed when the seatbelt bit into his hand, preventing him from reaching whatever it was. Pulling over on the next side road, he put the car in park before undoing the seat belt and pulling out the mirror. Looking at the woman carved in the back, he wondered what was making it warm before he turned it over and stopped.

In the mirror, instead of his reflection, he saw the woman he just delivered pizza to, completely naked and smiling at him.

“Holy Shit!” he exclaimed, for the nth time in the past few minutes. “What the fuck?!” His brain couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. For all intents and purposes, the mirror that he picked up looked like a small screen that was displaying the woman he just saw, without any clothes on. As Dave drank in the beauty of the woman, his cock grew even harder in his pants, almost to the point of pain. Without even really realizing what he was doing, he fished out his cock and started stroking, while looking at the woman in the mirror. She vamped for him, turning this way and that, leaning over and pushing her breasts together, before turning around and bending over, showing Dave her ass. As she slowly reached back and spread her cheeks, Dave reached the point of no return, and started ejaculating, spraying his cum all over the steering wheel, windshield, and himself. Eyes closed, he didn’t see the few spurts that hit the mirror, before being absorbed, though he felt the warmth again suffuse his body as it did so.

Opening his eyes, his brain slightly foggy from the massive orgasm he just had, he noticed the white streaks obscuring some of his view in the windshield. Looking around, he groaned, as it was evident that he made a mess of the car. “Fuck!” He exclaimed, never having done something so private in a public setting. Looking down at himself, he started mopping up as much of the mess as he could, before cleaning the steering wheel. As he tried to wipe the window, it created smears, making more of a mess. Finally giving up, he turned the car towards the direction of the car wash, before realizing he had another pizza to deliver.

Looking at the GPS on his phone, he realized he wouldn’t have enough time to clean the car before the delivery would be late. Sighing, he slowly made his way to the delivery, which was a nice older granny type, before making a beeline to the car wash. He got out of the car, before stopping himself, and turning around to grab the mirror he placed in the center console. After putting it in his pocket, he went inside to pay for a car wash, a bottle of windex, and a packet of lysol wipes.

As the car went through the car wash, he cleaned the windows of the streaky film, before wiping down the interior of the car with the Lysol wipes. Sniffing the air, he went back inside and grabbed one of those scented pine tree air fresheners, hanging it up on the rear-view mirror, before heading back to the pizza joint.

“Everything ok? I thought you’d be back like 20 minutes ago,” Marsha, the owner asked Dave. Slightly older, somewhere in her mid 40’s, Marsha looked like the quintessential MILF that everyone wished were in their lives. She ran the pizzaria, having inherited it from her husband, who in turn inherited it from his father. A local joint, it was popular with the community, having plenty of seats for the rather small high school students that would come by and hang out. Dave, being in his senior year, saw many of his friends come in to eat and hang out. Marsha’s daughter, June, was a cheerleader in her junior year, and oftentimes brought a bunch of friends after practice to hang out. Dave was friendly with her, but they hung in different cliques, so they didn’t really hang out outside of school. Still, she was always friendly, giving him a wave hi and bye, and would stop at the counter to chat with him if he was working.

Tonight, however, she was with Brad, the QB of the varsity football team. Since the head cheerleader was known to be his cousin, Brad tended to look elsewhere for dates, avoiding the varsity cheerleading team entirely. Mostly because they all swore him off after his attempts at groping and copping feels whenever they found themselves alone with him.

As a small knit community, word spread rather quickly about Brad and his tendencies. June, however, was looking to be head cheerleader next year, and figured that Brad couldn’t be all that bad, and would give her social standing a boost if she were to land him.

So far their hanging out seemed casual enough. Not a date, but if things went well, would definitely lead to one. As June looked around, she saw that Dave was there, and gave him a quick smile and a wave. Brad, frowning, looked over at who she was waving to, and immediately scowled. Dave was unaware, still in conversation with Marsha

Dave was one of those assholes who called him out on feeling up a cheerleader last year, resulting in the girl running away and him getting in Dave’s face. After a heated exchange, Brad attempted to throw a punch at Dave’s head, before having his whole world turned upside down right before blacking out. Apparently one of the other cheerleaders who just happened to take Judo, flipped him from behind when he started his punch, and knocked him out cold. After that none of the varsity cheerleaders would even look his way, and Brad placed the blame solely on Dave.

After a couple of locker shoves and almost causing Dave to take a header down a flight of stairs, Dave had enough, and the next time Brad reached out towards him, he had him down in an arm bar with just enough force that Brad thought he was going to lose the arm. As it stood, he wasn’t able to play the next game due to soreness, but since the incident happened quickly, and out of view of anyone else (which Brad had planned), neither one of them were disciplined, and Brad just told his coach he was horsing around and overextended his elbow. They mutually stayed out of each other’s way, but the animosity continued.

Knowing that Dave was friends with June, Brad upped his charm, thinking that he was stealing June from Dave. June, not noticing Brad’s reaction to Dave, smiled to herself thinking that her goal of being head cheerleader was one step closer.

“So, after hitting that pothole, I dropped the can of Doctor Pepper, and it sprayed all over the inside of the car. I know you hate the smell, so I cleaned it the best I could, wiped everything down, and put an air-freshener in to try to get rid of the smell.” Dave explained. “I washed the car while I was at it.”

“Oh Dave, you’re too much. You could have just wiped it down, the smell of pizzas will overtake anything you do in that car anyways.” Marsha said, looking at him fondly.