Things are happening too quickly…

My mind is racing. Is this really happening? I really am not used to this kind of attention. Is this what all girls go through? Larry is cute, in a weird way, and he has this natural charm, with his disarming smile. My mind instantly conjures up an image of me sculpted to his naked body, sliding down his chest as I settle to my knees. His glorious cock is standing proud and hard, awaiting my undivided attention. I lean forward and kiss its … STOP!

I **** myself awake and into the present! I can feel my heart thumping in my throat, echoing in my head. My periphery is blurred, focusing on keeping my sanity in check. I swallow hard, pushing all emotions to the pit of my stomach. “Thanks. But all I need is some lettuce to make a nice salad.” Well … at least it’s not a TOTAL lie.

“Suit yourself. Maybe next time?” His confidence is borderline arrogant, yet I can’t dismiss how hot and wet my loins have become.

I grab a bag of lettuce and hurry away. “Yeah. Maybe …”. My eyes fly wide as I realize what i had just said. Does he think I’ll go with him in the back? Was he referring to his cock as FRESH PRODUCE? Does he think I’ll suck him off in the back of the store? Oh god. My head is beginning to hurt again.

Focus! On shopping! Groceries! The list! Don’t look at men … men’s crotches! Oh god! No!

Finally, my basket is full, and the list of items checked off. Unloading everything, I stand at the register with Mom’s card and pay the final tally! I am so consumed with pouring my attention out towards the groceries that I don’t notice the young blond man helping out, placing the individual items into bags. He is about my height, blonde hair, average build, working diligently placing each item into the various bags. His head is bowed, so I can’t see his eyes, but I am able to see his name tag.

He looks familiar. “Dillon?” When he raises his eyes, I am relieved to see an old classmate from high school. He, Roland, and I used to play Dungeons and Dragons … um … I may be mistaken … I would never … I never played that game … Roland and Dillon played all the time. Oftentimes, when I’d visit Roland, Dillon would be there, playing that silly game! He’d always stare at me kind of funny.

“Oh! Hiya Crystal!” His eyes quickly dart back down to his hands, nervously twitching as he continues filling the bags. He seems on edge, swaying from foot to foot as he fumbles about. I try to engage him in small talk, only to find out that he’s working here to earn some college spending money. Even though I don’t need his help, he insists on helping me put the bags of groceries into the car. He escorts me out of the store, across the parking lot and to the car. Dillon comes to the side of the car and places all the bags neatly inside. He now stands nervously, obviously and painfully shy and awkward. “Well it was nice seeing you again Crystal. Take care.”

Dillon has an odd look of expectation as he garners enough strength to look at me. With a sigh of resignation he begins to turn and walk away. It suddenly dawns on me that bagging assistants make a better part of their earning from tips!

“Dillon! Wait! …”