Liz and Nils were talking about love and sex and food when the doorbell rang. “Are you expecting company?” Nils asked. “Should I put on some clothes?”

“No need,” said Liz. “It’s just the pizza delivery boy.”

“You ordered pizza?” Nils asked. “I thought you didn’t like pizza?”

Nils watched Liz answer the door and accept the pizza from the delivery boy. The lad nearly dropped the box.

“I guess seeing me naked would have been sufficient tip,” Liz said, setting the warm box on the bed next to Nils. “But I couldn’t let him go empty-handed.”

“You’re so kind,” Nils said.

“Not really, but I did order pizza for you, for your American tastes, even though I don’t share your high opinion.”

“You consider me American?” Nils asked.

“For the purposes of your nearly prurient interest in pizza, yes.”

“Well, thanks,” Nils said.

“Ah, but there’s a trade off,” Liz said. “A catch is what I think you quasi-Americans call it. A quid pro quo. Or perhaps a quim pro quo, to use some corrupted Latin.”

“What’s the trade-off?” Nils asked, after swallowing a bit of pizza. “It’s good, by the way. Maybe not as good as genuine America pizza, but—”

“You have to fuck me in the ass,” Liz interrupted.

Nils nearly choked.

Liz took a small bite of a pizza slice. Chewed and swallowed. “I know you don’t like anal sex,” she said. “And sex while eating...”

“So why... ?”

“An experiment in expanding our horizons, perhaps, or just because,” Liz said, before taking another very small bite. “Taboos are made to be broken. So are you up for it?” She wiggled her bottom against Nils’ cock.

“Anything for you,” he groaned.

It took a while, but eventually his cock penetrated her ass.

“Good boy,” she breathed. “Feels good. I’m just going to...”

Using her free hand, Liz caressed her cunt and clitoris until she came. Her orgasm resulted in anal contractions of such power that Nils could not possibly forestall ejaculation.

Sated, they swept the pizza box from the bed and nestled together for most of an hour.

Later, after they’d showered together, Liz asked Nils if that was the best pizza he’d ever had.

“Maybe not the best,” he said, “but definitely the most memorable.”