You agree to it

“Sure I would,” you tell Rachel before you’ve had a chance to think it over.

“Are you sure?” Rachel asks you, looking delighted and somewhat surprised by the speed with which you gave her your answer.

“I guess I am,” you say, smiling as you nod at Rachel.

“Good,” Rachel’s face lights up from the smile that she offers you, while she places a hand on top of yours and squeezes it gently.

“A bit of a shame though,” And there’s that mischievous gleam in her eyes again as Rachel continues to talk, “I guess I’ll have to introduce you to mum and dad as my boyfriend instead of my stud.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you can tell them something like ‘Mum, dad, this is John and he’s made me his slut,’” you fire back at her with an impish grin of your own.

“Sure I could, and then when I meet your parents I can tell them that one of the things I love about you is how unfazed you was by me having a dick,” Rachel replies, even going so far as to stick out her tongue at you briefly.

“It might be worth it just to see the look on their faces,” you concede with a chuckle, happy to see that Rachel is able to joke about what’s between her legs instead of insisting that it makes her some sort of freak.

“Alright, so that’s the plan then,” Rachel smiles at you again before munching down another bite of her lunch.

“I feel so happy that we’ve decided to turn our relationship into some sort of arms race to see which one of us can embarrass the other’s parents the most,” You’re completely deadpan again, and manage to make Rachel laugh at the same time as she’s swallowing down some bacon.

“Watch it, mister! You almost made me ****!” Rachel cries out, once she’s finished swallowing, before her lips are again pulled back into a smile.

“Oh come on, I’ve seen you swallow things a lot bigger than a strip of bacon without any difficulties,” you flash Rachel a lewd grin.

“I see, and next you’re going to offer me a big, juicy sausage for dessert, or what?”

“Of course not, I would never say anything that corny!”

“Sure you wouldn’t,” Rachel’s voice is dripping with sarcasm.

You chuckle at her comment, and the two of you resume enjoying a comfortable silence as you continue with your lunch.

“It’s still shit weather outside,” Rachel remarks, having almost emptied her plate as she turns her head and glances out of the French windows.

“Mmm, it’s a bit of a shame, really,” you agree, “Especially since things will be back to normal again tomorrow.”

“No they won’t,” Rachel replies.

“I meant us having to go back to work.”
“That part I can’t do anything about,” Rachel concedes, “But tell me, John, have you ever come home from work and gotten a blowjob first thing before you’ve barely made it through the front door?”

“No,” you shake your head and feel your cock twitch.

“That seems like something a slut would do for her stud.”

“It does,” you agree, and Rachel giggles at the tense character of your voice, before making you groan by rubbing her foot against your crotch and sending you a happy smile when she feels how hard she’s made you.

“Anyway, with this crappy weather, I guess one really nice thing we could do is to slip in under a warm blanket and watch some romantic movie,” Rachel changes the subject, and removes her foot from your crotch, “Unless you’ve got a better idea…”