Chapter 10

The grocery store was quieter than Ed expected. Saturdays were usually when all the people who could do their shopping during the week decided to jam the aisles, aimlessly shuffling behind their carts. He sighed with relief as he made his way unobstructed to the meat department.

He had money in his pocket and two dinners to buy for. Saturdays they ate light, sandwiches and salads, but Sundays they had a family meal with a roast of some kind. Whatever was on sale at the time. It was a little tradition they tried to keep going no matter how tight their budget was.

He picked up a bag of day old Kaiser buns (they could be steamed back to freshness), a small tub of macaroni salad and one of creamy coleslaw, and hit the deli counter for some roast beef slices (not too many). The ladies who worked the counter all liked Ed and often added a few extra slices on the house. He always had a nice word and a big smile for them.

So dinner tonight was covered. Now for tomorrow's roast. He pushed his cart over to the meat section and slowly made his way along the aisle. Chicken was always the cheapest so they had that the most often. The pork roasts he could afford were typically very fatty. Beef was good but again, the cuts he could afford were typically pretty tough. He'd have to do a lot of work to tenderize the meat. He stood before the beef section comparing a few roasts when he sensed someone approaching. He made a snap decision and placed a roast into his cart. He glanced over and froze as he saw the red haired beauty approaching with a smile on her lovely face. She pushed her large sunglasses up into her mane of red.

"Edward Walters? Remember me? Rachel Thompson?" she said with a cautious smile as Ed looked like he might bolt.

"Hi, Mrs. Thompson," he croaked.

"Please, call me Rachel," she said as she got closer. Much closer. "Listen, I just wanted to apologize for that cruel prank my son and his friends played on you and Melanie."

Ed's face blossomed into full blush mode as he recalled Rachel had gotten a very good look at his shameful secret.

Rachel was watching his face, fascinated by his blush.

"That's ok. I think Melanie was in on it too and the guys are always teasing me. I'm used to it," he mumbled.

"Now, Edward I can see that's not true. It was mean and I gave Mark a good talking to the next morning. He promised me that he would find you and apologize first thing. Did he?"

Ed's mind flashed to the memory of Mark bellowing his nickname in the hallway by the cafeteria entrance just before lunch. "Uh, yes. He did." Ed looked away.

"No, he didn't. You're not a good liar Ed and that's a very good thing! It means you're a good person who has little practice with lying… unlike my son. Like father, like son." She frowned when she said that and placed her hand on his which was still on the handle of his cart.

He glanced down at her perfectly manicured slender fingers on his larger hand. When he looked up again his eyes were trapped by the sight of deep cleavage that he could have sworn wasn't visible seconds before. He struggled to lift his eyes and once more they were captured. This time it was her lush red lips which were currently showing a very pleased smile. He found himself getting lost in her smile. He blinked hard and looked into her eyes.

"You are just so sweet!" she gushed with her breathy voice and he felt himself begin to respond.

He panicked a little. "It was really nice meeting you again Mrs- Rachel. I should finished my shopping. I have to get home to make dinner."

"All this and you can cook too?" she blinked her beautiful blue eyes in surprise.

Ed didn't know what she meant by 'all this' but he nodded to her. "Yes, I like to cook."

"Maybe you could make something for me one day," she said with her sexy smooth voice. Ed was rapidly running out of room in his pant leg and was trying not to be obvious about adjusting himself as it was getting pinched.

He smiled nervously and she giggled. This caused her cleavage to jiggle in a most delightfully mesmerizing way. While his eyes were trapped once more she dipped forward giving him an even better look. He swallowed slowly as she stood upright again. He noticed she'd picked up the roast from his cart.

"I thought you said you knew about cooking. This is not a good cut of meat," she chastised him gently.

"Yes, I know but it's all I can get with my budget. I've learned how to tenderize meat so it melts in your… mouth," he explained then his eyes locked on her mouth again and the smile came back.

She walked over to the selection of beef roasts and pulled out a large top sirloin dropping his roast back into the display. She put the roast into his cart and his eyes widened when he saw the thirty dollar price tag. He made to protest but she touched his lips sensually with a finger and shushed him. Her other hand tucked two twenties into the overly tight pocket of his pants then remained touching the taught fabric. Right over his straining cock.

"This is the least I could do to make up for the cruel behavior of my son. A big strong man like you deserves to treat himself every once in a while to the finer things in life." She glanced down and his eyes were followed once more to her soft, inviting tits which were now pressing ever so gently against his broad chest. He could feel her stiff nipples sliding across his shirt. His cock reached maximum rigidity and she cooed as she felt it swell under her fingers.

The squeak of another cart approaching broke the moment. She pushed back gently sliding her fingers up his cock then she smiled and lowered her sunglasses over her sparkling eyes. She turned and walked back up the aisle, hips swaying seductively the entire way. He couldn't tear his eyes away until he saw her walk out the front door.

He then realized she didn't have a cart or a hand basket. She didn't appear to be shopping for anything. Why had she come to the grocery store at all?

He pulled the money from his pocket and saw how much it was. He reached into his cart and took the roast out. It went back into the display and he picked up a roast just slightly larger than the first one he'd grabbed. It was still a cut he would have to spend time with to make it tender but it was worth the effort. As much as he would have enjoyed the top cut, he could put the extra money to better use. Like his sister's future.