A Date with Jeanne at the Gastropub

When Jeanne texted asking if you’d be free for a date, the only thing stopping you from replying yes instantly was the deep-seated desire to not appear too needy. So you stayed your hand for a full {if Jeanne > 30} 5 minutes {else} half an hour {endif} before replying in the affirmative.

Now, you find yourself at one of the comfort eateries near campus. Jeanne texted that she was here ten minutes ago, which would make her fifteen early. That’s unheard of in this day and age.

Pushing open the door to the lively shop, you scan over the tables, wondering where she is. When you finally do spot her, your jaw literally drops. Jeanne is stunning tonight. She’s wearing a blue mini dress that’s absolutely killer, showing off her lithe form. The earrings she wears look like diamond to you, matching the glittering necklace hanging around her elegant neck. The make-up on her face is a statement, her lashes and eyebrows perfectly done to make her eyes sparkle bright, her lipstick just the right shade of red to get your mind running. Jeanne spots you and gets up, and that’s when you see those lovely legs of hers, culminating in her heels—there’s at least four inches on those pumps, a baby blue to complement her dress. This girl can be a stunner when she chooses to dress up, and boy has she chosen to do so tonight.

“My my, are the royals coming?” you ask, giving her a hug as you greet her. “Because you’d outdo even them with your splendor.”

Jeanne giggles and blushes, grasping your arm.

“Come, sit down, thank you so much for coming!” she says, giving the table an excited (or nervous?) pat.

“You don’t think you’re overdressed for a gastropub like this?” you ask, feeling a little self-conscious yourself.

You put on a nice shirt and pants for the occasion, but it doesn’t hold a candle to Jeanne’s outfit. You’re not sure even a full tux could do that. But as it is, you can tell that she’s drawing major stares from the restaurant’s other patrons. Jeanne looks good, and the decadence of her attire makes her stand out like a jewel in a haystack.

“I wanted to dress up for you tonight,” she replies, still holding on to your arm as the two of you get seated. “You like it, don’t you?”

Her mouth’s pursed into a worried expression. Is it bad that you’re imagining those painted lips of hers parted in a different way already? Surely a girl only dresses up like this for one reason. At least, you’d hope so…

“You look amazing,” you say, giving her a reassuring smile. “Absolutely lovely tonight. I’m sure every other man in this room is dripping with jealousy.”

“Yay!” she says, clapping her hands together. “You can have a look at the menu, I already planned out what I’m going to order.”

“Sure thing,” you say, taking a glance through what’s available.

It’s about what you’d expect from such a place. You briefly consider the burger, but realize that it would probably be too messy for this occasion. This date’s a tad more serious than a casual night out. The chicken steak and fries, though, that sounds pretty appetizing to you. You flip back to the drink menu, silently wishing you were 21 so that you could just order something off there. You know, a little something to lubricate the night…

You glance up from your menu only to find that Jeanne’s been staring at you intently this whole time. You glance back at her questioningly, but she only tilts her head slightly to the side, a wider smile creeping upon her face as she continues to stare at you. You notice that she hasn’t lifted her hand off your arm. It’s a strangely possessive gesture.

“Wow, sharply dressed tonight!” the waiter says, pulling up to your table. He gives Jeanne a second look. “Especially you, miss. Special occasion?”

“Hoping that it’ll be one next year,” Jeanne giggles, giving you a wink.

Now wait a sec… but the waiter is already laughing it off, taking her order, and before you know it, he’s taken yours too and is circling to another table already.

“Excellent choice,” Jeanne smiles, giving your hand a squeeze. “I can’t wait for our food to arrive, it all looks so good!”

“It does, I’ve got to come back sometime,” you say. “This place seems to really impress the gals, huh?”

Jeanne pauses, a worried expression crossing her face. “Wait, you’re not dating anyone, are you? It’s not an issue it’s just that I want to know so that I can—”

“Nothing serious,” you chuckle. “Nothing boyfriend-girlfriend, if that’s what you were getting at.”

“That’s good, I didn’t want there to be any competition,” she replies, all-too-sweetly. Gosh, the way that her tits come together when she leans forward and gazes into your eyes some more… “Not that I’m the jealous type. You can play, I won’t be mad, I’m not that kind of a girlfriend. Unless you want me to be?” She bats her eyelashes at you.

“Whoa there,” you say hesitantly. “I’m not sure I’m ready to make that leap just yet.”

“I don’t think it’s too early. You like me, don’t you?” she asks, still in that sweet voice of hers.

You suddenly eye the door. “I guess we can test the waters, y’know?”

“It’s just… I’ve been waiting for you, ever since I met you,” Jeanne says. She’s still staring deep at you. Her eyes are a deadly mix of innocent and smoldering, and you feel your emotions twisting in strange directions at her words. “And I want you very much. Oh so very much…”

Her hand crawls up your arm and you feel a tingling there, your heart beating faster. Food hasn’t even been served yet, but somehow you get the sense that everything that happens tonight hinges on what you say next. Are you going to play along with Jeanne?

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