Tony wheeled his cart through the grocery store. In the produce section, a young beautiful girl caught his eye. She was trying to pick out a cantaloupe.
“Careful how you touch the melons, they can be tender some days.” He said. It dawned on him, what he had said, when she responded with an evil glare.
When he wandered over to the vegetable bin, there she was again, selecting a cucumber. “You like ’em short and stubby, or long and slender?” he asked. Again, the evil eye.
As luck would have it, he ended up in the same checkout line. When she put her melons on the conveyor belt, she stopped and glared at Tony.
Tony glared back, did the old ‘zipper move’ with his fingers across his lips and put his hands in the air.
In the parking lot, as Tony was about to close the hatch on his Jeep, a voice from the next space over said, “Why did you follow me around the store? You some pervert or something?”
Tony looked up and saw the same attractive girl standing there, waiting for a response. “You talking to me?” he asked.
“Do you see anyone else around? Answer my question.”
“Well, to answer your questions, I didn’t; and no, I’m not. And if I did and I was, why are you talking to me now instead of running away?”
“Maybe, I was hoping that you did, and you were.”
“I must say this is the weirdest conversation I have ever had with a stranger in a grocery store parking lot, in my life.”
“We don’t have to be strangers. Give me your hand.” She pulled a sharpie out of her pocket and wrote a phone number on the palm of his hand and said, “Call me.”
“Why should I?”
“I’ve got melons.”
Tony looked down at the number, “What do I call you?”
“Soon.” She said.
Tony thought long and hard about calling ‘grocery store girl’. Mary Jo had brutally dumped his ass, and he still wasn’t sure why. He couldn’t get the blind date with Paula out of his mind, where she simply used his ass, but she had made it clear that it was for one night only. Maybe he was better off keeping to himself, drinking beer and watching TV, and not put his ass on the line again. But she gave him her number.
Being a glutton for punishment, he picked up the phone and dialed. 867-530…8? Damn that was almost a song, he thought to himself.
They agreed to meet for coffee, someplace safe like McDonald’s, for thirty minutes.
After exchanging common pleasantries, Tony finally asked, “Why’d you give me your number? From the looks you were giving me in the grocery store, that was the last thing I expected.”
“I’d been watching you. I liked the way you look, but I was afraid to say anything. There are a lot of perverts out there you know.”
“And you didn’t think that what I said was perverted?”
“I guess I was flattered that you noticed my melons.”
Sensing the sexual innuendos weren’t going to be offensive, Tony asked, “So, you didn’t answer my question, short and stubby, or long and slender?”
She looked at Tony, told him to stand up and slowly turn around. “Doesn’t matter.”
She pulled out her phone to check the time, the thirty minutes were up. “I’ll call you,” she said, and walked out the door.
Tony scratched his head in amazement. What the hell just happened? His phone began to vibrate, there was her number on the screen, 867-5308. The voice on the other end said, “You just going to sit there, or are you going to come with me?”
Tony pushed open the heavy exit door. There she sat with her phone in her hand, revving up the engine of a brand-spanking new red Corvette. “Get in.” she said.
“I don’t even know what to call you.”
“You can call me whatever you want, but my name is Pam. Now, you coming?”
The low rumble of the exhaust turned into a mighty roar as Pam shifted through the gears, topping out at 100 MPH before backing off to cruising speed.
“Where we going?” Tony asked.
“Oh, I need to return this to the dealer, I’m just on a test drive.”
“You are pretty mysterious. We’ve been out to dinner several times, now. You have never invited me back to your place, and you refuse to come to mine. What’s up?”
“Tony, I like you, I really do. Maybe I should’ve been more upfront with you from the beginning, but I didn’t know where this would go, or if I wanted it to. You see, when I saw you at the grocery store, I was coming off a terrible break-up from a long-term relationship, and I guess I was fantasizing about what it would be like to recoil and just jump the bones of a complete stranger, and there you were. In my imagination, you were an Adonis, that I was going to take home and ravage. Then you spoke and brought me back to reality.”
“Well, if it’s bone jumping you want…”
“There’s more. I got pregnant. He ran. I had an abortion. I haven’t been with anyone since. Then I met you, but I’m scared. Because I like you, but I won’t go through that again.”
“There can be more to a relationship than sex. We can be as casual as you want. I’ve told you about Mary Jo, I think we are on the same page here. Neither of us will get hurt, if we don’t let it. So, how about it, come back to my place? We can keep our clothes on, you stay on one side of the room, I’ll stay on the other, and we can just talk.”
Pam finally relented and followed Tony home.
“I would say nice place, but this looks like a typical bachelor pad. What happened, maid service on strike?”
“Sorry, it’s a little messy, but it’s clean.”
“That’s a judgement call.” She said.
Pam turned down the lights and lit a candle. Dinner was just about ready, and Tony was due home in a couple of minutes. She was nervous about giving him her anniversary gift, but anxious at the same time.
Tony stopped as he entered his apartment. “How’d you get in here?” he asked with a puzzled look.
“The super let me in. Please don’t be mad. I wanted to surprise you.”
“What’s going on?”
“Our anniversary, silly. We’ve been together four months since the day you checked out my melons. Come, sit down and eat.”
Tony was a little uneasy about her getting into his apartment uninvited, but dinner did smell good.
“Before we eat, I want to give you something, here open it.” She was so excited, she couldn’t wait until after dinner, and she handed Tony a small box wrapped with a bow on top.
Tony shredded the paper and opened the package. Inside was a pair of lacy undies.
“I don’t understand.” He said.
“I know what I’ve said about intimacy, but I’m ready for the next step in our relationship. I’m giving you my panties, and what goes in them.”
Anticipating what was to come after dinner, Tony ate fast and declined desert.
“I see how you are.” Pam said. “Typical horny guy, aren’t you? Okay then, go shower and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
Tony stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, neglecting to dry off.
Pam was relaxing on the bed, wearing only the lacy panties she had just given to him. The dim light from the bedstand cast a shadow across her breasts. She wiggled her finger, motioning him to come closer.
“Good morning.” Pam said as she snuggled close, kissing Tony’s neck.
“Morning.” Tony leaned in, gave her a peck on the lips and got out of bed.
“Where you going, come back to bed.”
“Will you come to dinner tonight at my house? I’m ready for you to meet my family.”
Tony hesitated, he was about to be late for work, but after last night, how could he say no? “Sure.”