"What size will that be?" the barista asked, looking up at me and smiling.
"Oh, what the hell, let's go with a large." I said while shrugging. She looked at her computer and continued typing out the order.
"Will that be all?" she asked and I nodded. "Okay your total is $7.23." she said and I handed her the card. She reached for it but hesitated when a deep voice stopped her.
"Actually, I will be paying for that." I turned around and looked at Casey. Surprised might be a mild word to use to describe what I was feeling. He looked at me with his gentle gaze and content smile. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and my cheeks grew hot. I looked at the barista and she smiled at me. Casey approached the counter and handed her a 10-dollar bill. "Keep the change." he said and she thanked him. Casey and I walked to a table where we sat, situating ourselves. I wasn't sure what to do from here.
"Thanks for that." I said in a small voice, my lips curving up on one side into a crooked smile.
"No problem." he said and leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "What are you doing out at this time?" he asked, eyeing me, digging for answers.
"I just needed to, I guess." I admitted and looked down at the table. "What are you doing here?" I asked, looking up at him again, locking eyes. He shrugged and looked around, half observing the place.
"Eh. I thought I would take a stroll. I happened to see you here." he said and I nodded awkwardly. "I figured that it was dark out, night time is dangerous, especially for beautiful girls like you." he said and I looked down, trying to hide the smile and blush that I could no longer control. Hot guy Casey just called me beautiful. "I thought I would join you to help you avoid being kidnapped, harassed, or worse..." he paused and I met his eyes, waiting to hear what he had to say next. "You might fall on the curb and someone would ACTUALLY see you do it." his voice was low, acting as if he were telling a horror story. I laughed and he joined in with me.
"Oh my god, Casey, you're so weird." I chuckled and he watched me observantly.
"Being weird is my specialty, Stella." he said and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.
"Jeez." I said and looked around, replaying the entire scene over in my head. What was I getting into? "You know, some might say that being kidnapped or harassed by some creepy old man would be bad, but you got it. Me falling on the curb and someone actually seeing it would be WAY worse than any of those things happening to me." I said sarcastically and he played along with it.
"Right? I don't know if I could even live with that." He humored and we laughed for another minute. I looked at him as he laughed and started getting lost in his beautiful face. His jaw wasn't defined, but rather soft. I couldn't help but be entirely engulfed by everything about him.
* "Stella?" The barista called my name, catching my attention and I quickly stood. I pictured myself kissing those beautiful, plump lips of his as I picked up my drink and thanked her. Walking back to our table, I thought about how it would be so sexy if he just stripped me down and took me right where he sat. He would throw me down onto the table and fuck me that way, making me moan in pleasure.
"Oh, Casey!" I moan and my nails scratch all down his back, making him growl in satisfaction. He holds himself up on the table with his arm, but he sacrifices one to place it on my hips and hold me down better.
"Oh, Stella, you feel so good." he whispers as he pounds into me hard like it'll be the last sex he will ever get. His words send a jolt of electricity through me, making me breathe heavily. *
I sit down in front of him at the table and smile, pretending like I wasn't just fantasizing about him that way. My pussy was wet in my panties and I crossed my thighs.
"So, what are you doing for the rest of the night?" he asks and I take a sip of my caramel mocha.
"I don't know. Probably just go back and go to bed." I admit and he sighs, stretching his arms outward nonchalantly.
"That's too bad. I was going to hit the books at the 24-hour library back on campus. It would be way more fun if I had someone to go with me, but if you're just gonna go back to your room and go to bed..." he trailed off, smirking, daring me to take the chance. I narrowed my eyes at him and thought about it for a moment.
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She agreed to go to the library with me and we headed out shortly after mentioning it. I was actually quite happy about it since I was taking a liking to this girl. I wasn't really sure why either since I didn't actually know anything about her.
"So where did you live before?" I asked and she looked down while we walked.
"I traveled a lot actually. My family never stayed anywhere for more than a year or two. I've bounced around the states for most of my life. But my family currently lives in California. What about you?" she asked.
"Well, My family has lived in Montana since I was about 9 and before that we were in Idaho." she smiled and nodded.
"Nice. I did not go to Montana, but I've heard it's pretty there." she said and I shrugged.
"Well, it is to most people, but there isn't much to do there. There's a lot of ranchers out there."
"Okay. My turn. How old are you?" she asked and I giggled.
"I am 23. How old are you?"
"I'm 22." she said and we both looked forward, trying to think of what to say next.
"How tall are you?" I questioned and she rolled her eyes. "Come on, just tell me. I won't make fun of you. I'm 6'2." I stated and I could see her eyes widen.
"Wow, you're taller than I thought." she paused. "I'm 5'6." she chuckled and I joined in.
"Wow. You're shorter than I thought." I mocked and she hit my arm. "Ow! That wasn't nice, now was it?" I scolded playfully, rubbing my arm.
"You said you weren't going to make fun of me."
"Well, you did say it first. I figured that it was only fair." I explained and we stopped walking when we arrived at the library door. "Well, this is it." I said and flung the door open, holding my arms out like a superhero. I walked in and held the door for her so she could enter. "Ladies first." I bowed over and gestured towards the inside of the library like I was a butler and she bowed down lady like and smiled.
"Why thank you, good sir." She thanked me, keeping character and I gave her my best smile. As she walked through the door, I took a quick glance at her figure. Her hips swayed back and forth as she walked. I loved the way her clothes fit snugly against her, showing off every curve. I wanted to grab it but something in me told me not to. I've always been a playful, sarcastic person. Girls always loved it, but suddenly it felt... wrong. It didn't stop me from thinking about how beautiful her form was when she danced naked in the shower the first night that I met her.
"You want to play hide and seek?" I asked and she turned around, smiling at me.