Asking For Eggs - Ch. 05

Five days later I find myself in a supermarket.What more do I need? It feels like I have forgotten something. I hate that feeling when being in the supermarket. Kind of knowing that I must have forgotten something, but not being sure. I hate to use grocery lists. Having a grocery list makes me feel too much like a grandma.Well, looking at my cart, I've collected a lot of stuff. I should have everything. At least all the essentials I need.At checkout, a customer is angrily arguing with the cashier. The poor girl. What can she do about it? That's why I don't like to get a job like that. Too much stress from random people. And you have to be always polite. Ugh, I would hate that.The drive back home is uneventful. It's a Tuesday morning at eleven, not too many people on the streets.Back home while sorting the groceries I just bought, I realize that I forgot the eggs. How can I forget the eggs? They're essential. Damn. I bought post-it notes, but I forgot the eggs. Typical. I am planning to make a birthday cake for my daughter. She is turning twenty tomorrow. Ah damn.Ok, Marie, I have to relax, let's think about my options. I could drive back, but that would take too long for some damn eggs. Or I could ask one of my neighbors. Well, yea that's the best idea. Who could I ask?I'm not super close with most of them and some are on vacation. Oliver shoots back into my mind. I didn't have time to think about him much since our last incident. Oh no, I couldn't ask him. It would be too suspicious. Why would I want to meet him?Well, thinking about it, it wouldn't be so suspicious. I mean that's what good neighbors do right? Help each other out. And I could pretend that Burdur Escort I didn't know or forgot that his parents are on vacation. Mhhhh I'm vicious. A feeling of excitement shoots through my body. My rationalizing mind has lost and my emotions have already decided that I will do this.I quickly stow the rest of the groceries and walk upstairs to my room. I look at myself in the bedroom mirror. I'm wearing a gray top and a long black skirt almost down to my ankles. That doesn't look sexy. What was I thinking going out grocery shopping like that? I'm not a grandma... Well, I am married after all, but that shouldn't mean I shouldn't take care of my appearance.I change my top into a dark blue one showing just a little bit of cleavage, but not enough to appear slutty. I leave the bra off since the top is quite tight and holds my boobs in place while my nipples are only barely visible through the fabric. I pair a shorter white skirt with that while deciding to pair it with my white matching sneakers.That's looking much better already. I quickly go to the bathroom to freshen up and reapply some makeup. Plus I put some lipstick and perfume on. It isn't a crime to look pretty as a woman!I look at myself in the mirror again and I'm happy with the results. My green eyes are looking content and my dark brown hair is falling beyond my shoulders. I've always been really happy with my hair. I take one last look and turn around to go down.On the stairs, I feel a bit stupid having styled up for a neighboring kid for a thirty-second interaction. I push the thought back. Now it's time to be confident and act with reassurance.I put on my shoes and Burdur Escort Bayan walk out of the house. Today it's not as hot as before. I'm liking it more this way.I get a little anxious looking around if any of my other neighbors are watching me going to Oliver's house. I feel quite stupid about it. I'm just getting some fucking eggs damn. On the last few steps, I take a deep breath and ring the doorbell.His parents are still out of town, so he must be alone. Why is my heart racing so fast? Contain yourself, Marie.A few seconds go by. Nobody answers. What if he is not home now? I feel stupid now and press the doorbell again. I just wish he is home. Walking back home with all those unfulfilled expectations would feel somehow weird.There's no point. I turn around. And while I do I can hear the door opening. I turn back and I see Oliver standing there. He is wearing shorts and a black T-shirt which seems to be one size too big for him."Hi Oliver," I say."Hello, Mrs. M," he replies. He seems surprised. Is he blushing?"I just came by to ask your mom for some eggs. I completely forgot to buy them today when I was in the supermarket and I really need them for a cake I want to make." I try to speak firmly and cheerfully. I feel confident. I got this. "Is your mom home?""Uh, she is, uh," Oliver stutters a bit before responding. "She is on vacation in Spain with my dad," Oliver says and pauses for a second. "But I can give you some eggs if you need them. I think we have some," he rushes to add."That would be wonderful Oliver," I reply stressing the last two words.This is getting fun now. He seems to be so shy and flustered. I'm enjoying Escort Burdur this."Oh, ok, come on in. I'll get the eggs," he adds hastily."Oh no worries, I have time," I say while entering their hallway.To think of it I have never been here before. We have invited Oliver's parents to our house once but they didn't return the favor yet. Maybe they will in the future."Can I see the kitchen?" I ask while Oliver is already walking away. He turns around. Why did I say that?"Ok, sure," he replies."I'm just interested in how your parents designed the kitchen because we have also done it recently and it's always nice to see how other people are doing it," I add justifying my ask.While I follow him, I pinch my left nipple and I can feel it getting hard. Let the game begin.In the kitchen, I see some empty pizza cartons and dirty dishes."You are turning this into a bachelor pat huh, while your parents are away?" I say jokingly.Oliver replies, all flustered, "Oh no, yea, I mean, I just like pizza. How many eggs do you need?" he asks, switching the topic."Eight should be enough," I reply.He hands me the eggs while looking into my eyes for the first time. There's something about this young guy which excites me."Can I have a glass of water?" I ask."Sure," Oliver replies.When handing me the glass of water, he notices my hard nipple and he stares at it just a fraction of a second too long. Oh, you naughty boy, you like that huh?I have a sip of the water and there are a few seconds of silence in the room. Oliver seems to be very nervous. I should make some more small talk. What should I talk about?I start with the easiest thing which comes to mind. "Where did your parents go on vacation again? You mentioned Spain, did you?""Yes, they went to Spain for three weeks. Seville and Madrid." It seems like Oliver speaks with confidence for the first time. This is good."Ah, that's nice. I want to go to Spain one day too," I say looking at him.