A Little Pizza Heaven with Debby Ryan and Peyton List

[TheLW]

A Little Pizza Heaven
With Debby Ryan and Peyton List
Written by TheLW
Codes: MMF, Blowjob, Cheating, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.



I remember the night like it was yesterday. The three of us were crammed into a corner booth at that dimly lit Italian place downtown, the kind with dark green walls and oversized art that made the whole room feel intimate and expensive. A massive margherita pizza sat on the table between us, still bubbling with fresh mozzarella and scattered basil leaves. The scent of garlic and warm crust filled the air, mixing with the faint perfume Peyton always wore, the one that drove me crazy every time she leaned in close.

Peyton List, my girlfriend, was pressed right up against my side. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and those red lips curved into that smile she reserved just for me. She had one hand resting possessively on my thigh under the table, squeezing every few minutes like a secret promise. On my other side sat Debby Ryan, Peyton’s old co-star from Jessie. Debby still had that effortless charm, her long brown hair pulled back under a black ball cap turned backwards, a few strands escaping around her face. She wore a simple black top that hugged her curves, and every time she laughed, her eyes crinkled in that familiar way from all the old episodes I’d binge-watched.

I was the lucky guy tagging along as Peyton’s “new boy toy,” as she liked to call me in that teasing voice. We’d only been together a few months, but things were going great. She’d invited me along to this dinner like it was no big deal, just catching up with Debby after years apart. “You’ll love her,” Peyton had whispered in my ear on the way in. “And she’ll love you.” I hadn’t expected the night to turn into what it did, but looking back, the sparks were there from the first slice of pizza.

We dove into the food, tearing into the pie with our hands because that’s how you eat pizza in a place like this. Peyton kept feeding me bites, her fingers brushing my lips on purpose. Debby watched us with an amused grin, popping a basil leaf into her mouth. “You two are adorable,” she said, wiping sauce from her chin. “Peyton, you finally found someone who can keep up with you? I approve.”

The conversation flowed easily at first, old Jessie stories, inside jokes about set pranks, how surreal it felt to be adults now with real careers and real lives. Debby talked about her kid, the exhaustion and the joy of it all, while Peyton updated her on recent projects. I chimed in when I could, playing the supportive boyfriend role, but mostly I just watched them. Two stunning women, laughing and reminiscing, the kind of chemistry that came from years of shared history. Peyton’s hand never left my thigh, her nails tracing circles that sent heat straight through me.

Then, about halfway through the pizza, the mood shifted. Debby took a long sip of her red wine, set the glass down, and stared at the table for a moment. Her smile faded a little. “Can I be honest with you guys?” she asked quietly. Peyton nodded immediately, leaning forward. “Of course, Deb. What’s up?”

Debby hesitated, then let it out. “Since I had the baby... I don’t know. I just feel different. My body’s changed, obviously, and my husband... he’s not looking at me the way he used to. I catch him scrolling on his phone when I’m trying to get his attention in bed, you know? I feel ugly. Like, really ugly. Gross, even. Motherhood is amazing, but sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder if I’ll ever feel sexy again.”

The words hung there for a second. I saw Peyton’s expression soften instantly. She reached across the table and grabbed Debby’s hand, squeezing it tight. “Debby, stop that right now. That’s so far from the truth. You’re still absolutely stunning. Motherhood hasn’t taken anything away, it’s added to you. Your curves look incredible. Any guy who doesn’t see that is an idiot. You’re glowing, honestly. Remember how confident you were on set? That hasn’t gone anywhere.”

I jumped in, keeping my voice steady and sincere. “She’s right, Debby. You walked in here tonight and turned heads. Peyton and I both noticed.”

Debby blushed, a genuine flush creeping up her neck. There was gratitude in her eyes. “You two are too sweet. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard anything like that. My husband... he’s a good guy, but things have been off. I just feel invisible sometimes.”

Peyton didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, she glanced at me with that mischievous spark I knew so well, the one that meant trouble in the best way. “Well, you’re not invisible tonight. We’re both seeing you. Right?” She looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded, my heartbeat picking up. The wine was flowing, the conversation turning flirty. Debby’s eyes lingered on me a little longer now, and Peyton’s hand on my thigh slid higher, brushing against the growing bulge in my jeans under the tablecloth.

One thing led to another. More wine, more laughs that carried a new edge, a few lingering touches, Peyton’s fingers grazing Debby’s arm, my arm draped casually around Peyton but close enough that Debby could feel the warmth. By the time the check came, the air between us crackled. “Come back to our place for one more drink?” Peyton suggested, her voice low and inviting. “We can keep catching up. No pressure, but... it feels like we’re not done yet.”

Debby bit her lip, glancing between us. The reluctance was there, she was married, after all, but the need in her eyes won out. “Yeah,” she said finally. “I’d like that.”

The cab ride back to the apartment Peyton and I shared was charged with silence and stolen glances. My hand rested on Peyton’s knee, but my eyes kept looking to Debby. Once inside, the lights stayed low. Peyton poured more wine, and we ended up on the big sectional couch, the three of us close enough that knees brushed and breaths mingled. Peyton kissed me first, deep and hungry, her tongue sliding against mine like she was claiming me in front of Debby. Then she pulled back and looked at our guest. “You need to feel wanted again, Deb. Let us show you how gorgeous you are.”

Debby’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. Peyton slid down to her knees in front of me, right there on the living room floor. She looked up at me with those bedroom eyes, unzipping my jeans slowly. “Watch this, Deb,” she murmured. My cock sprang free, already hard from the night’s tension. Peyton went full worship mode. She started at the base, licking a long, slow stripe up the underside with the flat of her tongue. “Mmm, baby, you’re so hard for us already,” she purred. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the precum that had beaded there, then took me into her mouth inch by inch. Her lips stretched around me, warm and wet, as she bobbed down until I hit the back of her throat. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations shooting straight through me. One hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take, the other gently massaged my balls. She treated it like a ritual, slow, reverent sucks, pulling back to kiss the tip, then diving down again with sloppy, enthusiastic sounds.

Debby watched, transfixed, her cheeks flushed and her thighs pressed together. Peyton noticed and reached out without breaking rhythm, grabbing Debby’s hand and pulling her closer. “Come on, Deb. He feels even better than he looks. Taste him with me. You deserve this.”

Debby hesitated, her wedding ring catching the low light. “I... I shouldn’t,” she whispered, but her eyes said otherwise. Peyton guided her in. Debby leaned forward, tentative at first. Her tongue flicked out, shyly licking the side of my shaft while Peyton worked the head. Then she got bolder, her mouth joining in. Soon both women were on me, Peyton deepthroating with practiced ease, Debby focusing on the sensitive underside and balls, their tongues occasionally meeting in messy, shared kisses around my cock. The sight of them together, Peyton’s confident hunger mixed with Debby’s reluctant eagerness, had me groaning. “Fuck, you two...” I managed, my hand tangling in Peyton’s hair.

After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled Peyton up for a fierce kiss, tasting myself on her tongue, then guided Debby onto her back on the couch. I knelt between her legs, pushing her skirt up and sliding her panties aside. She was soaked. I buried my face in her pussy, my tongue parting her folds and circling her love mound before plunging inside. Debby gasped, her hips bucking. “Oh God... yes...” Her hands fisted in my hair as I ate her out like I was starving, long, firm licks, sucking gently on her clit, then fucking her with my tongue.

At the same time, Peyton straddled Debby’s face, facing me. She lowered her dripping pussy onto Debby’s mouth and started grinding slowly. “Eat me, Deb,” Peyton moaned, her hands on Debby’s tits for balance. Debby’s tongue found Peyton’s snatch immediately, licking and sucking while I continued devouring her. The chain was perfect, my mouth on Debby, Debby’s mouth on Peyton. Peyton leaned forward to kiss me hungrily, her moans vibrating against my lips. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds, slurping, gasping, the creak of the couch. Debby’s thighs trembled around my head as I brought her closer and closer.

I needed more. I stood up, my cock throbbing, and a few moments later, we made our way to the bedroom, where I positioned both girls on the bed. Side by side, face down, asses up. Peyton on the left, Debby on the right, both of them arching beautifully, presenting themselves to me. Their pussies glistened in the low light. I teased first, rubbing my cock along Peyton’s slick entrance, then Debby’s. I slid into Peyton with one smooth thrust, burying myself deep. She moaned loudly, pushing back against me. “Yes, baby, fuck me.” I gave her a few hard thrusts, feeling her clench around me, then pulled out and moved to Debby. She whimpered as I entered her. “Fuck... I needed this,” she moaned.

I alternated between them, fucking Peyton deep and steady for a minute, then switching to Debby, pounding her with the same pace. I reached around to rub their clits, making them shake and cry out. The sounds were filthy, skin slapping skin, their mixed moans, the wet squelch of my cock sliding in and out. “You’re both so fucking perfect,” I growled, switching again. Peyton came first, her pussy spasming around me as she buried her face in the sheets. Debby followed seconds later, her body shuddering as I drove into her.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pulled out and stroked myself furiously, painting both of their asses and lower backs with thick ropes of cum. They collapsed together, breathing hard, smiling in the afterglow. We tangled up in a sweaty, satisfied pile on the bed, Peyton kissing me softly, Debby nestled between us, her earlier insecurities washed away in waves of pleasure.

The night had started with pizza and catching up. It ended with three bodies exhausted and closer than ever. Debby whispered a quiet “thank you” before drifting off, and Peyton squeezed my hand, her eyes full of that familiar spark. Whatever came next, this moment was ours.

The End