This story was hard to classify, it isn't classic for Erotic Couplings. It does, however, belong in my Dark Side Collection.
Shopping
Gloria rolled her cart through the produce section of the grocery store, stopping to examine and occasionally select various fruits and vegetables while scanning for men in her practiced, non-obvious manner. She had no trouble getting a look at their faces since almost every male employee and customer checked her out: long, golden hair, large brown eyes, face fit for magazine covers, pink coral lipstick on a perfect mouth, V-necked pink blouse revealing plenty of cleavage and hugging her narrow waist, inch-long bright red fingernails, tight stretchy pants showing off her curvy butt and a prominent camel-toe, open-toed flats displaying pretty, painted toes.
She smiled at each guy who looked her way. Many of them politely inquired, "Help you find anything?" or the like; she smiled, said "Thanks, just browsing," and continued toward the deli and bakery departments. She enjoyed the feel of eyes following her.
She spotted a likely candidate stocking a table full of cupcakes. He looked to be twenty-something, around 5'7 (which would put him two inches shorter than Gloria), thin and wiry, white, untanned skin, attractive face with blue eyes behind his glasses. She fiddled with an earring, dropped it on the floor, kicked it under some shelving, and bent down to look for it, giving the guy an excellent view of her pants stretched tight over her butt.
"Fuck! I can't see it!" She straightened up and turned toward the guy as he approached.
"Lost something?"
"Yes, do you have a flashlight?"
"Sure!" The guy pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, swiped down on the screen, pressed an icon and poof! the back of the phone put out a bright light. He bent down, retrieved the small, ruby-pendant earring and held it out to her.
She exclaimed "Thank you!", grasped his right hand with her left while taking the jewelry with her other hand, bent her head back (thereby thrusting her chest out towards his face) and restored the earring to its place.
"That was so neat! Show me how did you do that with your phone?" She pulled her own phone out of her purse and leaned into him, mashing a boob into his arm while holding the phone where they could both see it.
His cock was hard and trying to point upward; his mouth went dry. "Er, you just swipe down," demonstrating, "and then press the flashlight icon. Same thing to turn it off."
"Cool! I never knew that!" Then, "Hey, do you play video games?"
"Um, yeah..."
"Which ones?"
He named several.
"Ooh! I haven't tried that one! We should get together sometime. Open your contacts and hand me your phone."
He complied and she quickly added a contact for Gloria, then texted herself
Neat guy
from his phone.
"There, we've got each other's number. What time do you get off tomorrow?"
"Sevenish?"
"Pizza and video games?"
"Sure!"
"Great, see you then! But I'd better finish up my shopping now. Nice to meet you," glancing at his name badge, "Jerry. I'm Gloria."
"Nice to meet you, Gloria!"
She rolled away, his eyes glued to her magnificent rear view.
Hot damn!
She was a total knockout AND liked video games!
Playing Games
Jerry was floating on air the rest of his shift. When he got home he headed straight for his bedroom to jack off. He barely slept and was keyed up all through his shift the next day. Nothing from Gloria; he kept fighting the temptation to call her, figuring she would either contact him or not. If he hadn't heard from her by the time he got home he'd try sending her a text.
As he was finishing up at his locker around 7:05 his phone pinged. A text from Gloria!
Address and what time?
He replied quickly with his apartment address and 8 o'clock.
C U soon! Pepperoni all right? I'll pick it up on my way. Got beer?
He replied
Great! And yes!
Was that lame or what? But he couldn't think of anything clever to say to this blonde bombshell who was coming to his place and bringing food! He raced home, jumped in the shower, dried off quickly and put on his best jeans and shirt just before his door buzzed.
There she was in a white faux fur coat, her golden hair tied near the top of her head in a high ponytail, holding a pizza box.
"Come on in! Let me take that." He put the box on the coffee table, which he'd cleared off that morning; the video controllers were on either side as the low, rectangular table lay between the sofa along one wall and the large TV opposite.
"May I take your coat?"
She giggled. "How polite." She handed it to him and he hung it in a closet. She was wearing a tight sweater and jeans with not much makeup, but was nevertheless absolutely spectacular.
He got two beers from the fridge and they ate about half the pizza before she said "Game time!"
He brought up a zombie shooter she'd said she was familiar with and they blasted away for most of an hour. He was quite distracted and she won easily. Game over, she smirked and said, "Looks like you're out of practice! Let me have another slice of that pizza."
They finished the pizza and another beer each. "Now show me that new fantasy role-player! I've been dying to try it."
He fired up the game and gave her some quick highlights.
"Got it! Let 'er rip!"
They were playing as a team in this game, controlling their own characters during battle and taking turns controlling the party on the strategic map. An hour or so into the game an alarm went off behind a closed door. Gloria paused the game.
"What was that?"
"My roommate's alarm clock. He works third shift."
"And he didn't wake up while we were making all this noise?"
"Nah, he can sleep though anything. Including his alarm clock!"
Jerry got up and pounded on the closed door. Eventually Gloria heard "Huh, what? OK, OK, I'm awake!"
Jerry returned to the game. After awhile his roommate emerged and headed for the shower. Gloria noted he was taller than Jerry, perhaps her height, not bad looking, dark eyes, short, wavy, dark hair.
Gloria paused the game again. "Do you always have to wake him up like that?"
"No, but we'd've had to listen to his alarm go off six or seven times. He sleeps like a rock."
The roommate finished with the shower and returned to his bedroom while Jerry and Gloria continued their game. When the roommate re-emerged Jerry paused again.
"Gloria, this is Zane, or Zany. Zany, this is Gloria. I'm showing her the new FRP."
Zany stood dumbfounded for a moment, then recovered enough to say "Cool! It's already one of my favorites."
Gloria said "I can see why! Join us?"
"Sorry, have to get to work."
"Another time."
"For sure."
Jerry unpaused and Zany perched on the sofa's armrest on the side near Gloria to watch. She noticed his surreptitious glances, checking her out. Eventually he got up and microwaved something, perched back on the sofa to eat it, and then left for work.
Gloria excused herself to the bathroom, stopped at the fridge on her way back, and called out "Another beer?"
"Sure, thanks."
She opened two bottles, handed one to Jerry and plopped down right next to him, hip next to hip. His heart raced; they both took a pull from their beers.
"So how long have you roomed with Zany?"
"Going on three years."
"That's really nice, having a roommate you get along with. I haven't had much luck in that department."
"Yeah, I had a couple of losers before Zany. My first one, you needed a hazmat suit to go in the bathroom or kitchen; the second one stiffed me on the rent after the first month."
"Been there, done that. Really sucks." Jerry laughed; she continued, "So you must be pretty easy to get along with. I mean he's put up with you for three years, right?"
"Um, right, yeah, I mean we both clean up after ourselves and pay our share and keep out of each others business." While he was talking she ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed her thumb lightly over the top of his ear. His dick, caught under the crotch of his pants, struggled to point up.
"That's so cool." She pulled his head toward hers and brushed her lips over his. His heart could've run the Indy 500 in three minutes flat. He tentatively kissed her back; she opened her lips, took his lower lip lightly between her teeth, then let go and pushed her tongue into his mouth.
While they deepened their kiss she grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it against her breast, then pulled her sweater up and moved his hand under it to grab a bare boob -- no bra!
She broke the kiss, pulled her sweater up and off over her head, unzipped and wriggled out of her jeans, straddled his lap and pulled his head into her cleavage. She could feel his hard-on straining to pop up and she wiggled her butt against it.
"Here, or in the bedroom, Jerry?"
