The memories came flooding back as she slunk down in the seat. Rosie peeked over the steering wheel as the couple passed in front of her car, arm in arm, him pushing the shopping cart, a small child of around two years old in the seat. Rosie's heart hammered in her chest, she sat up, watching as the supermarket door slid open to admit her ex-husband and the woman who had replaced her.
She smiled as she thought of how Beatrice, her daughter, had loved to ride in the cart when she was that age, but only if daddy pushed. Her smile faded as she remembered the day Beatrice discovered the man she knew as Uncle John being her biological father. Beatrice grew more distant from her parents after Rosie's split with Steve; after university, Bea moved out of their home and in with friends, contact with her mother dwindled, it was mainly one-sided anyway; Bea never rang her mother, only Melissa, her half-sister.
Melissa had abandoned the search for her mother. Although she was old enough to enter the clubs her mother frequented, the information she gleaned from them amounted to dead-ends. The man Sheila had left Paul for, had left her for a younger woman and with two children. The kids had been taken from her as she spiraled into self-destruction through alcohol, and she hadn't been heard from for at least two years.
Rosie stared at the child bouncing happily in the shopping cart; she wondered if Georgie had cuckolded Steve as she had, but the face of the child was the spitting image of her father, leaving her with no doubt that Georgie had given Steve what they'd tried desperately for when they were first married. She wept silently as the doors closed behind the happy family, leaving Rosie to her guilt fueled pondering.
She was happy for Steve; he deserved to have a nice life after the pain she had caused him. She knew her actions had driven him into Georgie's arms, and, although she had an inkling, she didn't know how hard Georgie had worked to finally win her man. So here they were, five years on; the happy family on a jolly shopping trip, whilst the ex-wife hid, sobbing in her car.
Composing herself, Rosie wiped the tears from her cheeks with a tissue, took the keys from the ignition and got out of the car. She'd thought about going elsewhere for her weekly shop, avoiding an awkward confrontation; but enough water had passed under the bridge now, and though she'd held a grudge against Georgie for stealing her man, she realized that the fault was really her own. Rosie walked confidently into the store; the casual onlooker would have no clue to the turmoil twisting her inside.
Rosie's shopping trip passed without incident for the first forty minutes; the shop was large enough that she hardly caught a glimpse of them. They must have been half way around the shop by the time Rosie had gained the courage to leave her car. She was still on edge though; jumping at the sound of a child's laugh or tantrum, the voices of strangers turned into those she thought were familiar. She dissolved into a world of her own, daydreaming of the times she'd put her arm through Steve's as he pushed the trolley with Beatrice in the plastic seat.
Not paying attention to her surroundings, she almost bumped into the backs of Steve and Georgie as they stood at the Deli counter. Her stomach knotted and her breath caught in her throat, she fought the urge to run; to abandon her trolley, sprint to the exit, get in her car and, "Can I help you, Miss?" The voice cut through her frantic scenario. Rosie shook the cobwebs from her mind and looked towards the voice; a kindly faced man wearing a blue and white striped apron and white hat looked imploringly at her from behind the meat counter.
"Er, er, yeah." Rosie stammered; Steve glanced at Rosie and did a double-take, not believing his eyes at first; Georgie looked at the expression on Steve's face and then turned around to see what had surprised him. Georgie's emotions ran through surprise, anger, shock and bemusement in less than a second.
"Rosie?" Georgie questioned.
"Er, hi." Rosie said, uncertain if Georgie was going to slap her or cry; the look on her face said both. Rosie tentatively raised her hand in an offering of truce; Georgie took it in hers, Rosie, thinking she was going for a handshake, was pulled in for a hug as Georgie embraced her. Over Georgie's shoulder, Rosie mouthed
"Hi." To Steve, who was still stood there with his mouth open. He relaxed a little when Rosie was released and both women parted. "I didn't expect to see you guys here."
"We're visiting my mother." Georgie answered. "Just down for the weekend. Thought we'd get some shopping in for her." Rosie nodded and returned Georgie's smile. The butcher, sensing that this could take a while, shook his head and served another customer.
"So." Steve was over the initial shock, though his voice was shaky, "How have you been?"
"Pretty good. I've got a part time job, just to keep me occupied while John is working, or on one of his business trips." Rosie rambled, "The girls are doing well; Beatrice has a degree in nursing, and Melissa is in social work. Bea moved out, Mel still comes home from time to time. Where are you staying? You can have Mel's room if you want. She's not due back this weekend."
"We've got a hotel booked." Georgie said, picking up the child, whose arms were outstretched, vying for attention. "Mum adores little Holly here, but it gets a bit much for her after a while." Rosie agreed, remembering how lonely the house felt at first without the girls, then, as she grew accustomed to mainly looking after herself while John was at work, she filled her spare time with painting. She was using Bea's old bedroom as a studio.
"Come stay with me. John's away and the girls aren't home." Rosie persuaded. "It'll be nice to catch up. I'll get a bottle of wine."
"Okay," Georgie capitulated, "But it'll be fruit juice for me." She touched her stomach.
"No!" Rosie gasped, miming a bump. "Are you?" Georgie nodded. "Well Stevie boy, can't say I'm surprised, but..." Rosie shook her head. In all the years they were together, neither Rosie nor Steve took precautions. Their fertility had been tested, and Steve's sperm were found to be at fault, so they never bothered with contraception; preferring to leave things to fate. As fate would have it, their first dalliance with John had resulted in Beatrice, whom Steve had raised as his own, blissfully unaware that, years later, Rosie would want Bea's paternity tested for her own peace of mind. Steve had been devastated, but Georgie had been there to pick up the pieces.
It may have been that Georgie was twelve years younger than him, or that her voracious appetite for sex had been awakened since her first time with him; but Steve found that he no longer needed the Viagra when he was with Georgie. She always found a way to get him hard when she wanted to. If the little blue pills did make an appearance, then they would both take them. Steve had told Georgie of Rosie's plan to seduce Georgie's then boyfriend using Viagra spiked food, so she could ride his huge cock. Georgie was angry at first, but she realized that she would never have met Steve otherwise, or enjoyed such passionate lovemaking. Bobby's huge cock would leave her sore, sometimes for days and resulting in infections, which she'd never experienced with Steve; but then Steve knew how to warm her up and get her going.
Bobby's foreplay technique was virtually non-existent when the two were compared. Bobby would tease her with his finger, then when she was wet enough he'd push in another, followed by a third, stretching her in preparation for his massive tool. He would often be more worked up than she was, their copulation only lasting a matter of minutes as he thrust himself painfully into her.
Steve, on the other hand, liked to take his time; as he kissed and nibbled her neck, paying special attention to her earlobes, she would find herself unconsciously grinding herself into him. He would tease her with his finger on her pussy lips, no penetration, just gliding his finger over her smoothly shaven mons; she resisted the urge to grab his hand and force him inside of her; if she tried, his hand would travel slowly up her body to her navel, before slowly drifting back down to her hungry pussy.
