A Bric Blush

"Just a regular coffee, can I please get some milk and sugar in there?" even in the back of the store, separated by walls and nearly a decade of time, the voice was unmistakenble.

Adrenaline fueled anxious thoughts, trying to quickly make sense of the situation about to unfold.

'No way, no way, no way, no fucking way.'

How many Tedtalks had preached that thoughts could shape reality? Maybe if she thought desperately enough, that Yonkers accent would end up belonging to someone else. Anyone else. Just please not Jon. Even after so long, Amanda felt her cheeks flush in shame at the memory of the last time they had seen each other. They had not dated for long, but the fallout of her actions had still stayed with her. Had shaped the way she treated people, specifically men she dated, now as a grown adult. Still stuck inside the freezer, she could see the hurt on his face vividly as he stood there with a bundle of flowers. Was she going to have to face those feelings now, after so long, while wearing an apron?

"Yo, Mandy do you need any help?" Kevin stood in the doorway, startling her into movement.

'This kids got no idea' As the thought crossed her mind, she felt the customer service smile plaster itself across her face and assured him that she was fine "Thank you for asking though, Kevin. What time did you want to take your break tonight?" Following the barista through the doorway that separated the front and back of the store, green eyes met her's immediatly.

They stood for a moment with surprise suspended between them. Then the shit-eating grin that had been his trademark pulled up the left side of Jon's face "Hey, you."

Kevin turned slowly back towards her, with an expression of curiosity that Amanda refused to acknowledge. Releasing a heavy breath, she handed the large tray of sandwiches to him "Can you please stock these? Pull the donations and FIFO whatever else is in there. Is 7 okay for your break?" the teen gave a slow but affirmative answer as he took the tray from her and left for the furthest fridge behind their counter, where he would no doubt be eavesdropping for details to report to the groupchat later.

Jon had been a tough kid. Even at 21 years old, his work ethic had given him a roughness that made him seem older. But this was a fully grown man in front of her now. His broad frame had filled out with adulthood, the blue uniform of his vocation made the built shoulders and chest beneath appear Herculean. The strong angles of his face had matured with age and a shadow of stubble spread over a strong jaw made already startling green eyes seem brighter.

"Long time, no see." Stirring sugar into his coffee, Jon spoke with an easy tone that made Amanda fully certain that he could see how uncomfortable she was. But Amanda felt her left eyebrow lift on it's own, felt her bodyweight shift to one side while placing her hand on the counter. She felt her attitude powering up, bringing to mind the image of an angry Sayan preparing for battle. They both knew that sentence was a damn lie and she was not one to play coy with. Replacing the lid of the cup, Jon cleared his throat and corrected himself "I did see you the other day, didn't I?"

Glancing towards the teenager at the far end of the counter, Amanda noted that Kevin's eyes were fixed squarely inside the fridge as his hands moved as slowly as possible. With only an hour until their closing time, there had no leverage to distract or dismiss him from the vicinity. There would be no privacy and this situation was going to be as embarrassing as she feared. "Jon, you know you did."

"Yeah. You're kind of hard to miss. Especially with that red lipstick."

Amanda answered with a slow blink. Was he flirting with her? There was no way he was flirting right now. Again, her anxiety rose. This kid, now a man, could still throw her off kilter much faster than she would have liked.

"Yeah, and you're kind of hard to miss with -" she finished the sentence with a small, circular motion of her hand that indicated his entire face. Jon shifted his weight back, muttering a sound that could only be described as bashful, and - was he blushing? It had been easy to make it blush in their youth, it was almost refreshing to see that had not changed. 'Look at this kid' she thought to herself. Fully uniformed, gun holstered at his right hip, and blushing in the middle of a Starbucks.

And despite her best effort to stay in the present moment, Amanda could not push away the memories of the last time she had seen him blush.

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His hands were in her hair, holding it back from her face as her mouth slid towards his base. A small sound escaped his mouth as the tip of his length hit the back of Amanda's throat and she swallowed, constricting the muscles around his cockhead. Pulling her head back and sitting her height onto the heels of her feet, Amanda lifted her eyes to Jon's gaze.

"Good girl." the words came out in almost a chuckle and she gave a hum of acceptance with him still in her mouth. Flicking her tongue around the helmet, to the bundle of nerves tucked underneath drew another sound from Jon that made Amanda smile around his manhood. Pushing her head towards his hips, she cupped the sack of him and gently massaged as she settled into a rhythm. Jon kept his eyes on her as she worked, only occasionally allowing his eyes to roll back in the pleasure of it. Fuck, she was good at this and seeing her enjoy the task made it feel all the better to receive.

He stroked her hair as she worked, keeping the soft dark mass pulled out of her face.

His nerves grew more sensitive, his blood rushing even faster, his member swelling to a point that almost hurt him with the strain. Burying both hands in the brown tresses, he called out that he was ready to burst and held her head where it was as he exploded down her throat. The feeling of her throat flexing as she swallowed rope after rope of jizz was almost more than he could stand. Struggling to catch his breath, all Jon could do was stare in disbelief at Amanda's smirk as she licked her lips with the last swallow. The expression of accomplishment was almost funny as both their cheeks flushed.

Jon was unable to help himself from reaching for her, nearly throwing her onto the couch and burying his face in between the thick thighs that supported her round ass. Having landing bent over the couch, Amanda spread her knees as she felt him plant his mouth over her introitus and his tongue push into her. There was no build up, no gentle foreplay - he licked and sucked and ate like a man dying of hunger and she could only cry out as waves of pleasure radiated through her limbs. She grabbed the back of Jon's couch as if it was the only raft in a vast ocean, and splayed herself open to give him access to everything she had. Cry after moan, she heard her voice getting louder and louder as Jon's tasting became more urgent. Amanda nearly jumped as he slipped a finger inside of her. Working in unison with his tongue, he stroked her g-spot, and Amanda found herself biting the cushion to keep from screaming as colors dotted her vision. She was cumming, hard. Whimpering through the sensations, she could barely feel her legs and was only vaguely aware of Jon standing and steadying her hips.

"Oh m-gods!"

He was inside her suddenly, the base of his phallus stretching her in a way she had been unprepared for. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her up and closer to him as he retracted and pushed into her fully once again. Bringing her hands up to grip the forearms crossing over her stomach, Amanda was nearly purring as he set a slow pace of pulling out near fully and sliding his entire length into her again and again and again. His chest was flush against her back, heat spreading between them as their pace became hurried with the two of them racing for climax. Jon growled into the back of her shoulder as his urges became too urgent to ignore. She felt him begin to stiffen and begged him to hold on for another minute, uttering a ragged "please" and frantically reaching for her own completion.

Jon was pistoning into her, his fingers digging into her skin with the effort of keeping his own finish at bay. He could hold on, he could feel she was close. She had to finish before him or together at the absolute latest. Her walls tightened around him, squeezing, and he could no longer think about anything beyond the point where their bodies met. He was vaguely aware of Amanda crying out, gripping his arms and swearing with the force of her orgasm. She was twitching still but loosening around him and after a moment of heavy breathing Jon slowly removed himself from her core.

Amanda collapsed onto the couch, laying back and still mewling from their efforts. Haired splayed over the cushions, skin covered in a sheen of sweat, chest near heaving as she tried to catch her breath with her legs still twitching slightly. Jon didn't know when he had sat on the floor, but he found himself sitting there staring at the woman in front of him.

She turned her head eventually towards him with a wide smile "Goddamn, kid, that sure was something" she muttered, her tone husky and tired. Jo's face lit up with a surprising blush at the praise.

"Yeah, yeah" he returned sarcastically, but Amanda lifted her head and leveled her eyes with his. "Yeah." was all she said. Direct, firm, and overtly feminine before resting her head back and continuing to catch her breath.

Jon's cheeks glowed like a brick as he sat with mixed feelings of admonishment and accoplishment, catching his own breath.

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That had been a decade past now.

But it was only 2 weeks ago they had spotted each other across a busy parking lot. He was sitting on the back patio of a restaurant and she had been pulling out of the parking lot that belonged to the business of a friend.

Amanda did not always subscribe to the belief in fates and predeterminations, but this had seemed too perfect a moment to be caused by anything else. Despite herself, Amanda felt a smile break the line of full red lips and continued to drive on. She had, in that moment, sent a silent prayer to anyone listening that he had been doing well and was happy in life. That was the least that he had deserved, the least that she could do. But she had never expected to see him again. He had been recruited to Vernon Hills out of the Academy and she stayed out of the area for that exact reason.

Not that she had ever looked into him during the years...

TBD