*I know this story is moving a little bit slowly, but it will be getting much more sexy and intimate in the next installment. Victoria will be an important character and John and this mystery woman's exploration of their kink is only just beginning.
As always, if you have any feedback or thoughts, I am always open to them. Feel free to leave them in the comments.*
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John opened his eyes, moaning with discontent as his alarm screeched, 8:00 AM flashing on the screen. He hadn't slept much last night, worried about the woman in the window and how she had noticed his gaze. Even worse, he had a class with her this morning. Hailey? He was pretty sure that was her name. He got dressed in his usual attire, jeans and a t-shirt and headed off to class.
John's first class drug on for what seemed like hours, he couldn't stop imagining how badly things could go in his next class. As his teacher, Professor Hua, continued to talk through binary, and the different ways that memory was stored in modern computers, he just couldn't pay attention to what would normally be a fascinating subject for him. His next lecture was huge, which just made him all the more worried that she would confront him and make him look like an idiot in front of more people. People would think he was some kind of pervert, and he didn't need anything extra holding back his social life anymore than he already was on his own. He could imagine her yelling at him and pointing her finger in his face as he calmly tried to defuse the situation. As a thousand more bad scenarios ran through his head, his attention was brought back to class, his professor had dismissed everyone and they started to leave their seats, many of the guys chatting and comparing notes from the lecture as they walked out the door. A few of John's friends tried to chat with him, walking away after he answered them with silence, obviously in his own world.
His heart was pounding as he walked to class. John spotted her from across the room and he thought he was going to faint from embarrassment and worry. He sat down, and opened his laptop, fearing the worst but realizing there was not much he could do about it at this point. He might as well just accept his fate and try to get through class. As roll-call started, he heard her name, "Josey, that was it," he thought to himself. They made eye contact across the room as she raised her hand indicating her presence, but her attitude towards him seemed blank, like she had looked over only because she had felt his gaze on her. The look in her eyes told John that she might have recognized him, but it was gone so quickly that he might have just imagined it. She calmly looked away and went back to typing on her laptop.
John was stunned. He had never been more worried about anything in his life. It should be said that John had been a straight arrow his whole life, some might even say sheltered, he had never done anything that could even possibly get him in trouble. He was very averse to risk-taking. He had to remind himself that he was on a college campus, and he was probably not the first guy to notice that you could see across the plaza into a girl's window. He tried to reassure himself that her look of indifference probably meant she wasn't going to try to get him into any kind of trouble. He let himself relax for the first time in almost 16 hours and he felt much better.
The rest of his day went on almost like nothing had happened. The thought of the previous night was now in the back of his mind, it was still there, but it wasn't worrying him like it had been before. He went to his classes, paid attention, took notes, and left class feeling satisfied and relieved. He met up with 3 of his friends at the Starbucks on campus to bullshit and talk about whatever coding projects they were working on, as he normally did. They chatted idly about Javascript and Python, dreaming up projects too big for their minds to wrap around, having just enough understanding to understand what was possible, but not enough to understand the work that would be required to execute it.
As they talked, John spotted a familiar swaying pair of hips out of the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw Victoria entering the coffee shop alone. She made eye contact with him and presented him with a warm smile, his heart melting, as he felt a similar amount of heat between his legs. His surprise must have been obvious, because she giggled as she walked past maintaining eye contact, her attention shifting as the barista at the counter greeted her. After she had ordered her coffee, she pulled up a chair and sat down directly across from John as his 3 friends stared blankly. The stunned silence and awkwardness was apparent as she sat down, but Victoria seemed to be enjoying the attention almost as much as the power she had over the men at the table.
"I heard you're going to be at the party on Friday, John," Victoria said with a cheeky smile. She paid him full attention, ignoring the fact that there were other people at the table next to her.
"Yeah, I-I-I am," he responded nervously, not quite understanding how she knew that or why she was bringing it up.
