Love in the Time of Covid

By Lindsay Murray

A short erotic love story about a grocery delivery boy, a lonely customer, and a cucumber along for the ride. This story was also published on Literotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lindsay Murray
• Release date: Sep 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005348731

Lindsay Murray

My books are just the lives of the little voices in my head, written down so I can go on with my own life. I don't wake up with songs in my head, I wake up with scenes and conversations. They don't go away until I write them down. Luckily, they tend to be fairly entertaining.I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

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Love in the Time of Covid 

By Lindsay Murray

Dedicated to the wonderful, inspiring writers over at Jade’s Badly Written Erotica Facebook group. May you continue your escapades and hilarity. 

1

Him

The last hour of the day is always the longest. Bags run out, someone goes on lunch and there’s a line out the door, an old lady wants to return a jar of half-eaten pasta sauce, all as you’re trying to clear your line, count your till, and leave. I was hungry, tired, and ready to take this damn mask off. And on top of it, I had several Grocery-Maxx orders come through that were going to be late if I didn’t clock out on time. 

It was convenient working at the local supermarket but also delivering for Grocery-Maxx; I could accept orders near the end of my shift, pick up stuff while I was there, and drop them off to people’s houses on my way home. It made me a little extra money, and it didn’t force me to go to any new locations. 

Finally my shift ended and I checked my phone, hoping for several orders that would potentially pay for my lunches this week; alas, there was one order. I accepted it, clocked out, and grabbed a cart to start picking up the items. But as I checked my phone again I stopped, and stared in confusion. 

My customer had ordered a single cucumber. 

Well that’s not suspicious at all, I said out loud, joking with Mike about the order. 

Probably some horny teenage girl stuck at home, He said. 

Or a cam-girl whose dildo broke.

Or some chick trying to start an OnlyFans and needs it for a dare. 

I put the basket away, purchased the most phallic cucumber I could find, and went on my way. 

The address brought me to a small apartment complex just two miles from the supermarket. The oddity of the situation kept buzzing in my head; who the hell orders a single cucumber? And why? 

It was probably a stay-at-home mom who had forgotten the vegetable for a recipe, I told myself as I climbed the steps to the correct apartment. Or maybe it was an old lady who just really liked cucumbers and she didn’t want to leave the house. There was no way it was actually some horny chick planning to fuck the thing. 

Before I knocked on the door, I looked at the cucumber in the plastic bag. Good luck, little buddy, I said, and knocked on the door. 

It flew open almost as soon as I knocked, as if the resident had been standing by the door waiting. She was around five foot six, curvy, crazy fire-red hair, and a horrified expression. Without making eye contact with me, she reached forward, grabbed the bag from my hand, and slammed the door shut. 

Well okay then, I thought. Maybe I was right after all. 

Her

I had been pacing, waiting for that damn cucumber to arrive for almost twenty minutes. I was horny as hell, frustrated, and a little embarrassed. I definitely should have ordered some potatoes or lettuce or something, I thought. But getting on Grocery-Maxx and just ordering an organic dildo had seemed like a good idea at the time. Finally I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, grabbed the bag without looking at the delivery guy, and slammed the door shut. 

Phew, I thought. That was dumb. And embarrassing. But I was still horny, and my vibrator wasn’t doing the job today, so hopefully it would be worth it. 

As I was locking the door, I heard him laugh and say, I tried to find a really good one! I grimaced and looked through the peep-hole. He had an obnoxious smirk on his face, his thumbs tucked into his jeans. He was about my height, maybe an inch or two taller, kind of lanky, and wore jeans and a red polo. His hair was black and cut short, and he had a septum piercing. I could see the edges of a tattoo peeking out from the sleeve of his shirt.

He was actually pretty good looking.

I went to turn and wash my prize, but he kept talking, loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear. You might wanna soak it in hot water first, we keep those things in the fridge. Might be… uncomfortable. 

I rolled my eyes. Should have ordered tomatoes too. I turned and stomped away to the sink when he yelled again. 

Might be a little tricky to get the speed and angle right, do you need a hand? 

Oh for fuck’s sake. I was going to report this snarky son of a bitch as soon as I was level-headed enough to think straight. I went back to the door