It goes without saying that the new dynamic between Jane and Guy changed a fair bit of what they did together. The sex, while phenomenal, was definitely the biggest change. Though while some things did change, others stayed the same. One thing that didn’t change, something they did before they even lived together, was that that Jane and Guy would occasionally go to brunch.
This particular tradition started by sheer happenstance. They had both been at the restaurant alone, having brunch, when they had recognized each other. Deciding that being at brunch alone was far sadder than they wanted to admit, they combined their tables and enjoyed the meal. So once every couple months, regardless of whether or not they were both in relationships, they would meet up for a delightful brunch. This mid-morning was the first time they had had brunch since the shift.
Both having the day off, they drove together; Guy in a blue polo and khakis and Jane in a green, flowery sun dress. They were shown to their table, Guy pulled out Jane’s seat, and they started browsing the menu. Guy ordered steak and over medium eggs, with some orange juice to drink. Jane got a grilled lemon pepper chicken breast and some strawberry crepes, with champagne to drink, and they decided to get an absurdly large cinnamon roll to split. The drinks came quickly enough, and as the restaurant was rather populated, the server left a pitcher of orange juice and the bottle of champagne for refills.
“Damn, this place is busy.” Jane said, after a sip of champagne.
“To be fair, it is Sunday.” Guy grinned.
“Shush, I need food.” Jane replied, this time with a longer drink.
“Do you think you might want to slow down until the food gets here?”
“Did I not just say shush?”
“That’s fair, and you are cute when you’re tipsy.”
“Liar.”
“Truer words have never been spoken.”
“Fine. But there’s not many ways you don’t think I’m cute, so I’m not sure I can trust your opinion.” Jane declared, trying to keep a straight face though slightly.
“Then I’ll just keep having to keep trying to convince you until our opinions match.” Guy said, raising his glass for a toast.
“Good luck.” Jane said, clinking her glass to his. “So question….”
“Answer.” Guy responded, in an almost Pavlovian fashion.
“Is this a date? Because on a proper date, the girl never has to pay, so…..” Jane’s smirk betrayed the level of sobriety she wanted to convey.
“Has this meal ever ended with me not offering, insisting even, to pay?”
“Are you dodging the date question?”
“Was that question rhetorical?”
“Does you supposing that the question is rhetorical automatically make this a date?”
“Do you find that notion unfavorable?”
“I think finding the notion of being on a date with you unfavorable went out the window well long ago.”
“Touche. I think you got me. I’ll of course pay.”
“No you won’t.”
“Well, goddamn Jane, what was that whole thing about?”
“Meh, I like watching you squirm.” Jane said with a wink as the food arrived.
They ate while keeping up the witty conversation that was always the foundation of their relationship. Jane stole some of Guy’s steak. Guy retaliated by pilfering one of her crepes, poking even more fun by telling her they’d have been better with blueberries. Together they made it a respectable way through the cinnamon roll, though not as respectable a length as Jane with her champagne. Now Guy thought of himself as a funny person, but Jane was giggling over just about everything that was said. The meal was drawing to a close when Jane had a marvelous idea.
“Hey Guy?”
“Yes, Jane?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Implicitly.”
“Remember you said that.” Jane said, her smile devilish.
“Why do I have a feeling I’m going to regret that?”
“Oh, no reason….” Jane stood up and grabbed her glass of water. “How DARE YOU?!?” She yelled as she threw the contents of the glass into Guy’s face. Guy, bewildered, went to stand up.
“Jane….”
“Don’t you dare speak to me you son of a bitch!” Jane yelled again. And what happened next felt like it happened in slow motion. Guy could have stopped it, but wanted to see how it played out. Jane wound her arm back and slapped Guy across the face so hard, it knocked his glasses off. “I expect you to be out of the house when I get home.” As she turned to leave, she gave Guy a subtle wink that always melted his heart.
A short while later Guy walked to the car, with ice rolled up in a napkin pressed against his face. What he found when he got to his car, he found Jane leaned up against it, laughing hysterically. She walked up to meet him.
“Oh, poor baby, are you okay…?” She asked him, leaning up to kiss him tenderly on the cheek.
“Yes, yes I am. Was the slap entirely necessary?” Guy said, wrapping his arms around her as they got to the car.
“Oh, I think it was crucial to convey my hurt.” Jane reply, sticking her tongue out.
“Well, I have good news and bad news.” Guy said, unlocking and opening her door.
“Oh, what’s the good news?” Jane asked, hanging on the open car door.
“The restaurant felt so bad for me that they comped half the meal.”
“And the bad news?”
“Well….” Guy grabbed Jane’s shoulder, bending her over, her face resting on the car seat. “This is for the slap.” He pulled her dress up over her ass, it being perfectly framed by a pair of gray lace panties. He spanked her hard once, taking her by surprise. His second spank drew a deep moan from her. His third left her cheek redder than Guy’s was, and pulled a lustful scream from her. He walked around and got into the car, leaving Jane just as she was. As he sat down, she pulled the her dress over her now stinging ass and got in the passenger seat. When the doors were closed, she pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss.
“Drive.” She commanded.
“As you wish.” He said as they took off.
The restaurant was a fair bit away from their apartment, so they had a decent drive back. While they were driving Jane pulled the hem of her dress up, giving Guy a great look at the legs he liked to stare at. As she intended, it drew some glances from Guy.
“Something the matter, Guy?” Jane said, her fingers running up her legs, rubbing her increasingly dampening pussy over her panties.
“No….I’m great. How’re you?” Guy said, trying to contain his composure.
“Oh, I’m great.” Jane taunted, dropping the left shoulder strap of her dress, her now hard nipple exposed.
“I’m glad to hear it.” Guy said, desperately trying to keep his eyes on the road.
“Good.” Jane moaned as her fingers dipped inside her panties, effortlessly sliding into her dripping pussy. As she slid her fingers deeper in, she grabbed her exposed tit with her other hand, grabbing and squeezing it roughly.
“Fuck, Guy, this feels so fucking good.”
“Is that so?” Guy asked, his cock noticeably hard in his pants.
“Mmhmm….The only way it would be better is if my little fingers were replaced with your hard, thick cock.” She moaned loudly again, now thrusting her fingers in harder. “Guy, give me your hand.” Jane demanded. Wordlessly, as he was unable to speak, Guy took his right hand off the steering wheel and offered it to her.
“Thank you.” She purred, taking his index and middle finger into her mouth, all the way down to his knuckle. When she took them out, she slid them down into her warm wetness, moaning at how much wider his fingers were than hers. She thrusted his fingers in deep, slapping his hand if he tried to move them himself. She continued to thrust his fingers insider her, bringing her close to the edge before backing off. Leaving his fingers inside her, she reached over to undo Guy’s pants, freeing his aching cock from his briefs.
“Guy, you can move your fingers now.” She said, while taking his cock deep into her mouth. That was all the encouragement Guy needed. As she bobbed her head up and down in his lap, he rubbed and stroked inside her tight, dripping pussy. They pulled into the parking lot of their apartment complex just as they were both nearing their end. As soon as Guy turned off the ignition, he ran his other hand through Jane’s hair as he rubbed her clit with the thumb of the hand that was inside her. Almost instantaneously, Jane’s pussy tightened around him as he started to shoot his come inside her mouth. Her sweetness flowed out of her as he continued to shoot load after load down her throat. After what felt like a blissful eternity, their orgasms subsided.
Jane moan loudly as she withdrew Guy’s hand from her, fixed her dress, and sat up.
“Since you love it so much, next time you should come in my ass.” She gave him another heart melting wink, kissed him on the cheek, grabbed his house key, and went into their apartment.
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