The day after her encounter with Josh in the courtyard Casey woke up feeling like it had all been a dream. A really good dream but with terrible consequences. If he was just a guy she had met and flirted with and taken home that would be one thing. But he was a student and she had to keep seeing him for the rest of the semester no matter what.
She pulled her blankets up over her face and groaned. If he was going for a degree she'd have to see him regularly even after the semester ended. What if he thought she was just a drunken floozy? She couldn't really deny that, she'd pulled him behind the fountain, she'd lifted her dress up and guided his hand to her underwear. She'd been the one coming in the public place. He'd never even touched his dick through the whole experience. He didn't even get anything out of it. It certainly seemed like she'd used authority over him to satisfy her sexual needs and then sent him on his way without a care or thought to his feelings.
Had she managed to ruin her reputation at her job and at the nicest restaurant near her apartment? Kansas City is a city, but it's still not fucking New York, she thought to herself, adding 'you dumb bitch' in for good measure. If you get tipsy and fuck someone entwined with your work and social circles you can never escape that mistake.
But was it really a mistake? The memory of how good his fingers had felt inside her, how amazing he was at kissing, how fun he was to hang out with, all came flooding back in. Last night had been the best night that she'd had in a long time. She just needed to handle herself well. She definitely couldn't hook up with him again. Right? She kicked her feet under the covers like a child in frustration. Her lack of ability to predict the future never failed to make her mad.
JOSH WOKE up the next day in an amazing mood. It had honestly been a while since he'd been truly excited to see someone. Giddy, even. It reminded him of being in high school, he'd never gone long without some crush, something to look forward to in class every day. At a certain point you stop having someone who can make your heart flutter that you get to see every day and you don't even notice it the change, you just lose a part of yourself that brings you a level of excitement that you took for granted.
He laid back in bed and thought about what had happened last night. He had no shifts or classes today so he had time to reflect. He appreciated that she'd taken the lead because he wouldn't have felt comfortable enough yet to do something so public otherwise. He was cocky, he knew he was good looking in a way that appealed to a certain type of woman and he knew he was good at sex but he wouldn't have made that leap on his own. Anyone could have seen them or heard them. He had loved hearing her moan, and it had been intensified by the fact that if she was too loud she would call attention to them, the street certainly hadn't been completely deserted on a Friday night in the downtown area.
He thought back, the humid hot air had made things feel enclosed, the dark courtyard and the bubbling fountain, the brick wall, it had all made it feel like they were in private. But there were windows overlooking the courtyard, there were cars and people walking past nearby. He was so focused on making her come, on how wet and slick she was, on how hard his dick was, he wouldn't have even noticed if someone had seen them, watched them even.
The idea of them getting to watch her but only him getting to touch her was hot, he liked the idea of someone watching on, envious of what he was doing to her. His experiences with public sex previously had been necessity based, but Casey had chosen the courtyard over taking him up to her nearby apartment, she had wanted it to happen there. He started to stroke his dick as he remembered and thought about it. She liked the idea of maybe getting caught, she knew the area and the activity level better than he did.
His hand sped up as he considered it more, he wondered if she was able to see the courtyard from her own window? Had she ever caught a couple out there? Watched and been jealous? Wanted to be on display coming in front of an audience? He imagined it, her watching a drunken couple fuck in the courtyard, irritated at first by the noise, the interruption to her sleep, but then finding herself getting turned on. Liking to be let in on the secret of this couple's sex and wondering if they were aware someone was watching. Sliding her fingers into her panties like he'd slid his in last night. Breathing heavier, feeling a reflection back of concern that she might be seen watching this, it was equally hot either way, whether they wanted to share this secret with her or if she was stealing it from them.
He was getting close now, imagining her face peeking out past a curtain, breath fogging the window as it came harder and faster, more ragged as she got closer to coming. Trying to be quiet so she could hear their noises better, struggling to catch all the moans over the blood pounding in her ears, squeezing her eyes shut as she finally gets her release, pressing her face against the cool glass as she calms down after her frenzy and feeling a wave of embarrassment for having spied on this couple. Josh imagined her flushed face and glassy eyes as he came himself.
He reached for a towel to clean himself up and tossed it to the hamper. He put his feet over the side of the bed and started to get up and get himself ready for the day. He wouldn't see her again until Monday in class, which was disappointing, but he slightly relished in the anticipation. He didn't have his teacher's phone number so there was no way to contact her otherwise, it kind of made it hotter. He'd take the time to think of what he wanted to do with her next.
IT HAD felt like the weekend took ages and passed in a blur all at the same time. Casey passed out recipe packets to the class, each station set up with the ingredients needed for fruitcake, as well as samples of different varieties. It was one of her favorite lessons but the butterflies she was feeling weren't related to that. Class was starting and Josh walked in right on time, flashing her a grin. One that seemed transparently knowing to her. The kind of grin that said 'my fingers have been inside you.' She felt herself flush, her cheeks burning.
He sat down at a table of the very front of the class. There weren't assigned seats so he could sit anywhere, previously he'd been towards the middle of the room so the change was very apparent. As he waited for class to start he toyed with his pen between his fingers, not making eye contact but grinning to himself the whole time. What a teasing dick.
The class passed in a haze, Casey repeatedly stumbling over herself during the lesson, too focused on what Josh was doing the entire time. The fruitcake got mixed and baked, wrapped, dipped in rum and put away. All labeled so they could be claimed in several months when they were done aging. The room smelled strongly of alcohol and spice which brought back memories of Friday night, as if Casey needed another reminder.
Eventually everyone filed out of the classroom except Josh who had killed time doing extra clean up until he was alone with her. She looked directly at him for the first time all day now that no one else was here to see it. He grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her, causing her to laugh out loud nervously.
