Olive Garden

Holding hands, Miri and Anders walked into Olive Garden. Anders made sure to walk slightly behind Miri, as her hips slightly swayed left and right as she walked; almost as if she had something stimulating her ass. Unusually warm for Valentine's Day, the weather allowed for Miri to tie her leather jacket around her midriff. Anders seemed unaffected by the unseasonable warmth in his gray polo. The hostess, a pretty blonde near Miri’s age, with a silver nose ring, greeted them and upon confirming their reservation, led them to a booth in the back corner. It was a quiet little spot, where the nearest group was ten feet or more away. After getting settled, a server came by.

“Hello! My name is Angelina, and I’ll be your server. Can I get you fine folks anything to drink? Maybe an appetizer?” Angelina asked with a tired smile, walking up to them and flipping over her notepad. She was pretty, if a bit worn down by her shift. Dirty blonde hair was tugged into a tight bun, and her makeup slightly drooped from the buildup of sweat upon her brow. Her white blouse had been unbuttoned a few buttons, exposing the tops of her creamy bust. Drawing further attention to her wonderful tits was a gold Cross glinting between her boobs in the fluorescent light. If her skirt was a tad short, nobody told her, as it revealed a lovely thigh covered by black pantyhose. Faintly visible upon her left quad was the bottom half of a lion portrait.

Anders gawked for a moment until Miri gently kicked his shin. While Anders gasped in faux pain, Miri smiled at the waitress and said, “Yes. Glass of wine for each of us, some water, and bread-sticks. Love?”

“Uh. Yea. What she said.” Anders muttered, rubbing his shin under the table.

“Ok. What kind? ID’s?” Angela asked, writing down their order.

“Oh. That won’t be necessary, will it? Can I maybe convince you otherwise?” Anders said quickly.

“Alright kid. I’ve had a long shift - not promising anything, but I’ll hear you out before ordering your sparkling water.” Angela sighed, putting a hand on her hip, and looked expectantly at the blonde man.

“So… We are both in college. Neither of us are of legal age. BUT I have an enormous trust fund. One that won’t miss a couple hundred dollars. And this isn’t the first or last time we’ll have ****. Probably not even the last time, this night. Neither of us are going to get drunk, but I at least am accustomed to eating steak with wine.” Seeing her raise a finger in protestation, Anders finished off by saying, “And I know you can double scan your next customer’s ID and no one will know or care.”

“Hmm. Ok. But only ‘cuz my tip will be at least $250. Riight?” Angela pushed, tapping the back of her pen on her lip.

“Yes. Ma’am.”

“Oh! Can we get a bottle of Pinot Noir? The good stuff” Miri asked before Angela walked away. The blonde server nodded before heading off.

“Oh my God! Anders! That was ballsy as hell!” Miri quietly crowed. Anders smiled in victory. “The look on her face when you started… RBF. Total. Bet she hasn’t been laid in an age.”

“Uh. Just ‘cuz you’re horny doesn’t mean everyone else needs to get laid.” Anders teased. Miriamelle made a face and poked her tongue out at him.

They laughed, and Angela reappeared with their drinks and bread-sticks. “Got two glasses of Pinot, and two waters. So, you two look cute together? How long have you been together?” Angela asked, taking a moment to admire the couple. She subtly bit her lower lip as she looked over Miri’s crop-top bust and pretty face.

“Well. Pretty simple really. We met at PSU last August. Mr. Smart, our chemistry 201 teachers, put us together in lab and well.” Miri allowed a bright smile to shine and shrugged her shoulders.

“That’s the short story. Miri left out that it took me most of the semester to get enough courage to ask her out.” Anders laughed ruefully and rubbed the back of his head.

“That’s so cute! Are you two ready to order? I would be remiss if I didn’t recommend the steak.” Angela said, getting out her notepad and pen.

“That works for me. Medium with some mushrooms please.” Anders said, without glancing at the menu.

“Oh. Uh.” Miri stuttered quickly, glancing through the menu. Her brown eyes caught on a picture of Shrimp-Scampi linguine. “That.” The girl with a yellow bandanna said, pointing to the picture.

“Alright. Give us some time, and I’ll have it out.” Angela announced before twirling and strolling off to the kitchen.

“Hey, Miri. I got you a Valentine's Day gift. It’s not as much as you deserve, but I saw this at an antique store a couple day’s ago and thought of you.” Anders said, reaching across the table to the black box he had been holding onto all evening. “Please. Open it.”

Miri grabbed the box and looked at it. She had a wondrous smile as she opened the lid and revealed a bracelet. The bracelet was made of seven egg-shaped pink moonstone connected by delicate gold filigree. The central stone was the biggest, perhaps by half again its counterpart's mass. It emitted a barely perceptible white aura that made the moonstone glow an otherworldly pink. Only the central stone invited close inspection, as the others seemed imitations of the central stone.

“It’s beautiful. Can you put it on?” Miri asked, breathless. She held out her left hand expectantly.

“Of course, love.” Anders smoothly responded. He draped the moonstone bracelet across her wrist, so the central moonstone rested on her forearm far enough away from her wrist so as not to limit range of movement, and connected the clasp. Anders brought the back of her hand up to his lips and kissed it. Miri blushed and looked down.

“Thank you. You’re too good for me, Anders.” Miri said quietly, wiping moisture from her eye. “I’m so glad you’re mine.” Miri continued, fluttering her hand in front of her face to cool off.

“It’s no problem, love. Your reaction is all I care about. ‘Side’s, being with you makes me really happy. I don’t care about spending Dad’s money on you.” Anders smiled and took a quick sip of the wine.

“So, how are your parents? And your sister? Is she still dating that Prince?” Miri asked in an effort to get closer to Anders.

“Well, the families doing well. Mom and Dad are on the outs again - they won’t get a divorce, even though it would make them both happier. Abigail’s waiting for Prince Ali to pop the question. I think she likes the idea of being pampered and left alone to read and do her own thing. Make up with your Mom yet?” Anders reported dryly.

“No… And she’s not my Mom. Her name’s Sophie. I know I should, but it still hurts.” They were quiet for a time as they reminisced the last six months. Miri had elected to move away from her foster parents when she got accepted into PSU. Her foster family raised her in Arizona, but Miri had left soon after her 18th birthday. Mike, her adopted father couldn’t care less, but Sophie helped Miri, pack and leave. When they got to Portland, Sophie told Miri that she was now her own woman and shouldn’t expect aid from herself or Mike. At Christmas, Miri and Anders flew down to Arizona to experience Christmas with the Cruz’s, but found out Sophie had sold all of Miriamelle’s belongings under the pretense of “payback for 18 years of Tender-Loving-Care.” After the dinner, a drunk Mike tried to sexually accost Miri while Sophie goaded him on. It was stopped by Anders timely intervention.

“Well… To the new you. To a better you. And to our prosperous future!” Anders cheered and they clinked glasses.

“Speaking of that, how’s the site going? You know,” Miri hushed her voice to a conspiratorial whisper and did a quick glance to make sure no one heard her, “the OnlyFans.”

Anders pulled his phone out and rattled out some figures,“it goes well. Subscriber count is up. Might be ‘cuz of the holiday, but still. Last week you earned $180, most of it from that anal video. Uh, you also got a request from ExCoGi to do a porn cast.”

“Oh! Really? That all sounds awesome!” Miri squealed. “Although, I know you said you didn’t want me doing porn porn.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it, but I knew this might be the direction things head… If you change your mind, I have their contact info email saved on your Gmail.” Anders shyly responded, rubbing the back of his head.

“Seriously. You do so much for me. I-I’m glad you’re here, and I don’t want to jeopardize that.” Miri looked Anders directly in the eyes.

They stayed that way, passionately gazing into each other's eyes until Angela politely coughed. “Sorry to bother you lovebirds, but I got a steak for the gentleman and linguine for the lady.”

The couple broke apart and Angela set the plates down. “Anything else I can get you?”

“No, thank you.” They responded in unison. Angela left, and the couple dug in.

While they were eating, Miri slipped her right shoe off and started lightly petting Anders’ leg. Slowly, she felt up his shinbone, stopping at his knee. At first, Anders ignored her foot. As he was chewing a particular juicy bit of steak, Miri placed her foot squarely over his crotch and pressed down gently. Anders nearly spit out his food and Miri laughed in a clear high note. She winked at him and put her foot down at a respectable distance. He wagged his finger at her, then started cutting his next bite.

“Good steak, love?” Miri asked innocently. Anders opened his mouth to respond when he felt her foot creep up his upper thigh. “Wanna relieve some pressure?”

“Mnmn. Uh, huh.” Anders stuttered, quickly swallowing a morsel of steak. Moving perhaps a mite fast to be indiscreet, he unzipped his pants and felt his cock fling up. Miri smiled deviously and slurped some linguine while holding Anders attention. Miri rubbed her foot over Anders crotch, gripping his cock-head with her toes. She couldn’t get a good grip, but throughout their meal, Miri kept teasing Anders with her delicate feet. Anders was glad he wore a polo shirt that made it somewhat difficult to tell he was breathing hard.

Quarter of an hour later, they both finished their dinners and were happily chatting about college and the future. Anders revealed he could do better in Math, but he would still pass the class. He spoke eloquently of the photography company he wanted to build. With Dad bankrolling him, he could afford to travel the world photographing the most isolated natural wonders and selling them to National Geographic. In turn, Miri crowed proudly about her straight A’s and her Journalist’ professor’s recommendation she gets a masters and work for the Times. They got lost in each other's eyes again until Angela laid down the check in front of Anders.

“I hope you have enjoyed your stay here. Happy Valentine’s! And from me to you, y'all look so cute!” Angela gushed before heading off and leaving them to collect themselves. If she saw Anders’ cock or Miri’s footjob, she made no mention of it, discreetly leaving them.

With a hint of frustration, Miri pulled her foot back. Before she re-shod her foot in the van, she collected some liquid that had pooled between her toes. “Anders.” She softly whispered, and when she felt confident he was looking only at her, she licked her finger, making an exaggerated motion with her tongue. Anders gulped and Miri smirked, “Yummy!”

They gathered their things and Anders pulled Miri’s jacket over her shoulder’s, taking the opportunity to discreetly squeeze her ass.