Brock had dressed himself up in one of his favorite outfits. A nice tight black shirt which hugged his body in all the places that I liked in a guy and a tight, but not-so-tight, pair of jeans. His hard on had been taken care of while he took shower, something I wish I had taken care of for him.
"Alright, where to?" He asked, stretching his arms as I locked the door. I pulled out my phone and typed in the address of the grocery store down the street.
"I need to do some shopping. I know I'm not supposed to take up beer space, but I like to cook at home and I figured we could find someone to fool around in there?" We walked out onto the street and Brock squinted his eyes. He liked the feeling of the sun way more than normal people, probably because it was so cold being dead.
The carts at the store were all crammed in the corner and were surprisingly small. I expected everything in the city to be compact so I don't know why I was surprised to see the baskets had matched the environment. I strolled down the aisles, shopping for food and for a host for my friend. It was hard since mostly older ladies had come out at this time and most of the employee's were unenthusiastic and, to be honest, a little unkempt.
"Fred's Grocer seems to be a bust." He said, picking up a tube of toothpaste and tossing it into the cart. I looked questioningly at the tube and then back at him.
"What? He needs to brush more. I don't understand how girls deal with it." When he finished the sentence he took a deep breath in and let the hot air blow against my face, the smell of bad dental hygiene filling my nose. I coughed once and waved the stench away. Behind Brock was a man restocking the shelves with a nicely trimmed beard and an apron tied tightly around his back, pulling on the fabric so we could see the muscular curvature of his waist. I pointed in the stranger's direction.
"Act normal, I'll be right back. You'll know when I'm in." Brock was already walking away to deposit my roommate's body in the last bathroom stall. I continued shopping, getting a good look at the guy's ass before turning the corner. The aisle was filled with drinks and I put a pack of water on the bottom basket, making sure not to crush any of the other items. When I stood up, the lights had begun flickering and I heard a grunt in the aisle behind me. I chuckled to myself and made sure that the store was at least somewhat clear. No old ladies in sight.
"Over here." I heard from around the corner and pushed the cart out. Standing in the middle of the frozen food section was the hot stock clerk without the apron and the rest of his uniform. He kept the underwear on and Brock's ghostly form bulged from his pecs and crotch.
"Damn."
"He's hot, right?" He said, flexing in the middle of the store. I noticed a woman roller her cart and pulled Brock towards me, hiding in behind the shelving ends. He was so close to me and before I knew it, he was kissing me. The chips fell off the shelf behind me as we pushed farther into is and that drew the attention of the older lady who started darting down the aisle. We escaped around the corner only to be met by the store owner: Fred, who was coming to check up.
"What the fuck are you doing, Sam?" The older gentleman looked down at us holding hands and I shrugged, abandoning the cart and running out the door. Brock abandoned his host as well, convulsing in front of his host's boss and floating behind me as we ran.
"Well, so much for getting groceries. I'm probably never going to be allowed in there again." I laughed, not really caring. I could always find a new grocery supplier.
"Well, I liked kissing you. At leas I found that out." Brock said, floating farther in front of me. I stopped for a moment, blushing a little bit. When he turned I started walking again.
"Now where do we go?" I asked.
"I don't know. Where do you want?"
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