As Jessi stood in the sandwich shop looking at the menu board, twirling her blonde hair around one finger as she bit her bottom lip, I watched the guy behind the counter, who was likely younger than my twenty-year-old companion despite appearances at that moment, stare at her modest but perfect breasts, to which her shirt adhered as if it were glued on.
"Can I get a big one, Mr. Warner?" The blonde asked loudly, looking at me with an exaggeratedly innocent expression. "You know how much I like big ones."
I felt my face burn as the kid working there - his name tag labeled him as 'Brian' - turned his stare to me.
"Get whatever you like," I mumbled, trying not to notice that two women, who were likely close to my own age of forty-four, were watching this little scene unfold, their mouths agape in what I took to be disbelief.
"Thanks, Mr. Warner!" Jessi squealed in a manner that I had not only never heard from her before, but of which I would have never suspected her capable. "You treat me soooooo nice after we have our fun time, not like the boys I know."
I whispered an obscenity under my breath, something which was uncharacteristic for me. The two women hastily gathered up their food and drinks and left the sandwich shop. I closed my eyes and rubbed them as I wondered if they might think Jessi was actually the age she was acting and call the police. At that moment, I was very much wanting the return of the Jessi who was so consumed with anxiety that she had panicked during our first dinner out together because she thought everyone was looking at us and judging us because of our age difference. From my perspective, that Jessi was much preferable to the one standing not three feet away, her hair in pigtails.
Brian had turned to look at Jessi again, and again his eyes were drawn to her chest. My younger lover's small but obviously very firm nipples were tenting the fabric of her shirt while the swell of her bosom distractingly distorted the shape of the massive, and shiny, pink cartoon cat face that was printed on the fabric of her top.
"I kinda am craving something longer than a six-inch," Jessi told him, and he looked up at her face as she spoke. "But six inches would be okay if it is really meaty. Do you have something that would satisfy me?"
The young man's mouth fell open, but otherwise he seemed frozen in place. It did not help that Jessi was opening her eyes as wide as she could as she tilted her head to the side and glanced down at a bulge that was growing enough to show even under Brian's apron.
"Maybe you should wait in the car, Jessi," I sighed. "I will order something for us both."
The blonde turned toward me and fixed me with an intense glare. It was not a look of feigned wide-eyed innocence, such as she had been attempting with poor, befuddled Brian; it was one of those typical Jessi stares - overlong and slight disconcerting, at least to one not accustomed to them, as I now was. When she saw that I was not backing down, Jessi pushed her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, turned to Brian and gave him an apologetic look, then flounced out of the sandwich shop.
***
"What the fuck is your problem," I snapped at Jessi when I sat down in the car a few minutes later.
"You picked the shirt," Jessi reminded me as she took the bag from the sandwich shop. "And you agreed to let me go in, knowing how I'm dressed."
"The shirt was a joke," I pointed out. "It seemed so out of character for you. And I had no idea you would act like that."
"I was just teasing you," Jessi replied.
"And the poor kid working there," I added.
"He seemed to like what he saw," the blonde laughed as I started the car and backed out of our parking spot.
"Those two women did not," I said. "I am just hoping they did not really think you were as young as you were pretending to be and call the police."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jessi give me a sharp look before she shook her head dismissively.
"What would the police do?" she asked. "I'm a perfectly legal-to-fuck twenty-year-old woman."
"Do you have your purse with you, or your ID?" I pushed. "I did not see you bring it."
"I don't have it, but they would've listened to me before hauling you off to jail," she countered.
I shrugged and did not say anything for several seconds as I waited to turn out of the parking lot. Jessi, however, did not seem content to sit in silence.
"Please don't be mad at me," she implored. "I just wanted to have some fun with you, after you picked this shirt and all."
"Well, at least you seem to have overcome your anxiety about being out with me," I responded. "I guess that is good, but I would have preferred shy, anxious Jessi over whatever it was you were doing back there."
"That's a fucking douche thing to say, Mark!" Jessi said, glaring at me. "You know that's a real problem for me."
"Not today, I guess," I shot back.
"I would think you'd be happy that I've reached the point I'm no longer paranoid and anxious being out with you."
"Not if you are going to act like Little Miss Slutty when we are in public," I countered.
"Fuck you, Mark," the young woman snarled.
I shrugged again, and we rode the rest of the way to my house, which was nearly ten minutes away, in silence.
***
Jessi marched into my house as soon as I had opened the door for her. She went straight to my kitchen and dropped the bag with the sandwiches in it on my table. She then turned to stare at me, her arms crossed in front of her.
"Let's eat, then I'll give you the blowjob I promised, and then you can take me home," she said, her tone still laced with anger.
I was prepared for a fight, so her statement that she was still planning to oral sex for me after we ate, despite her obvious displeasure with me, threw me off balance. I tried to say something, but I could not make any words come out, which, I had to admit, was a somewhat common occurrence in my interactions with my very forward, and equally exasperating, young lover. Further, it was the third time that day that Jessi had shown me that my earlier supposition that she could no longer shock me was a completely wrong notion.
'You think I wouldn't do what I promised?" she asked me, and I shook my head.
"I just thought you would not be in the right mood..."
"I promised," she shrugged, her eyes never leaving mine. "Plus, I still feel bad about that time I got you all worked up and then told you to go have, um, someone else take care of it. I promised myself I wouldn't do that again. Not sucking you off would break two promises - one to you and one to myself. So, even though I'm pissed at you for what you said in the car, I'll give you head as soon as we're done eating."
