Everything Changes (4 page)

Tyler

  If I don’t see another book again, I think I would die a happy man. Who seriously would have thought that so many books get loaned out still? We have technology now where you can have it on one small device.

 
Cassie seems happy here though, so I can’t really complain. If you’re into books like that, a library is obviously the right place for you. Me, on the other hand, the only time I ever read is if there is an interesting article in a dirty magazine.

 
And how the hell am I meant to stay just friends with her? I’ve been hard as fuck all day, watching her bend down to put books in the right place. She has her arse up lots apparently most of the books go on the lower shelf.

It’s coming up for 12 o clock, so the
other woman, Helen did she say, will be in to take over while Cassie goes for lunch.

 
My hand is going to be really sore later, I can tell. At one point, I swear she wiggled it. How can she tell me not to look, when her arse is in the air?

 
Ok, try to think of something else, so you don’t walk over to her, pull her skirt up and see if she really is wearing underwear.

 
Cats... dogs... pigs... cows... Nope that’s not helping.

 
Fuck it, I should just go to the bathroom and have a danger wank. It might help take the strain off a little. I’m just about to tell her I’m going to the bathroom when she cuts me off.

   “You ready for
lunch? Helen has just walked in” I nod. Well that idea went straight out the window. Please tell me she wants to go somewhere with a lot of people. I might end up jumping on her, if we don’t.

   “Come on then”, s
he motions her hand for me to come closer. I’ve been keeping my distance for a reason.

 
She grabs her jacket and bag from the kitchen and we walk outside.

   “So where do you want to go to lunch?”

   “I normally go to a small cafe, round the corner. They do the best sandwiches there” Ok this could work in my favour. They still could be crowded for a small cafe.

 
We make our way to this cafe, and make small talk.

   “So what made you want to be a bouncer at the local pub?” she asks.

   “I’m not sure really, I like helping people”

   “You like helping people? So why become a bouncer? Instead of a police
officer or something like that” I shrug.

   “I didn’t go to college remember, I left school at 16 and done a few odd jobs till I was 18 and old
enough to start being a bouncer”

 
We get to the little cafe and I look through the window. I groan in my head. There will be 4 people including us when we walk in.

 
I open the door for her because I’m a gentleman, and I get to look at her fantastic arse for a couple of seconds.

 
She finds a booth near the back, typical more seclusion.

  
“So what are you going to have?” she asks, when we are settled in and she’s looking at the menu.

   “I can’t decide if I want
a BLT or just a bacon sandwich” I say.

   “Oh, the bacon sandwiches are lovely! I’m going to have one too!” I smile at her enthusiasm for food. Normally girls I’m around are always eating salads.

It’s a nice change.

 
An old, plump waitress comes to take our drink and food orders.

   “I’ll have a glass of c
oke and a bacon sandwich please” I ask.

   “I’ll have the same, please
”

 
She writes it down and nods. And walks back to what I’m assuming to be the kitchen.

   “
So anything else you want to tell me? So I can at least be prepared if any more people start crawling out of the wood work”

   “
Nope, just Georgina” I say warily. 3 years later and she still fucks up my life. “How about you, anything I should be worried about?”

   “Oh yeah!
  Can’t you tell I’m a serial killer? I hide behind my sexy librarian act”, she says with a wink.

   “I’ve already told you, your mouth will get you in trouble one day
”

   “And you told me, that you have someth
ing to fill it” She smiles coyly at me. Jesus Christ! I don’t think I can do flirty banter with her and stay friends. I just got myself under control now I’m back to really tight and uncomfortable jeans.

  
“Don’t let your words make debts your mouth can’t pay” I smirk at her; she matches my smirk and arches her eyebrow.

   “Who
said my mouth couldn’t pay”, she has an evil smile. She knows she’s getting to me. Shit. Shit. Shit. Think Tyler! Make her as uncomfortable as you are!

 
The waitress walks over to us and sets down our drinks.

   “F
ood should be ready in a minute” I smile at her.

   “Ok darlin’”, s
he smiles and blushes. She walks away into the kitchen.

   “You just can’t help yourself can you?
Flirting with older ladies now! Tut tut tut. Hey I know a question I haven’t asked. What’s your second name?” I wondered how long it would be.

   “
My name is Tyler James Connor”

   “So, Tyler James Connor, h
mm I like it” She nods her head with approval.

   “So did my
mother. That’s why it’s my name” I say dryly and take a sip of coke. “What’s yours? Or is it just Cassie?”

   “Cassie Jay Winters. Don’t laugh” I bite my lip to stop from laughing, I see her eyes drop down to my lips and they darken. Got ya!

  I swipe my tongue along my bottom lip and watch her. I smile, so my dimples show.

 
The waitress comes back over with our food. She places it down and smiles. I wink at her and she scurries off with a red face.

 
I look over at Cassie; she’s already tucked into her sandwich. I take my first bite. This is good! I nearly lose my shit when Cassie moans in delight; she’s trying to kill me. I swear she is!

 
Once we are finished, we finish our drinks and sit to let it go down.

   “Good sandwich, huh?” I smile and nod.

   “So what are you going to do after?” jack off but I’m not going to tell her that. Or should I? Make her squirm.

   “I’m going to go for a shower and get the smell of books off me. And jack off while I’m in there. My balls are so blue I don’t think they are going to return to their natural colour.” I see her lips part and
her eyes darken even more. The sight of her like that gets me worked up again. Well that blew up in my face.

   “Well you can enjoy that. I’ve got to wait till
I go home to play with B.O.B” Well shit now all I’m going to think is her playing with a rubber cock!

 
I pay for our food and walk her back to the library. She stands up on tip toe and kisses my cheek.

 
I’d rather her lips somewhere else but that’s not going to happen.

   “I’ll see you Saturday
” She frowns.

   “What’s happening on Saturday,
we didn’t plan anything.”

   “I know we didn’t, but you have plans now. You’re going to come to the pub I work at and
keep me company while I work considering I did help you today”

   “But you’ll be busy;
I wouldn’t want to distract you and what if the she devil comes in?” I choke on my own saliva.

   “The she
-devil?” I ask amused.

   “Your ‘fianc
eé’ she won’t like it if she sees this fine piece of ass with you” she runs a hand down her body. I shake my head and laugh. I like that she can compliment herself.

  
“I like the name, maybe I should start calling her that” she smiles then sobers.

   “Do you see her often?”

   “Not if I can help it. I try and avoid her at all costs. As far as I know she doesn’t even know where I live” She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She turns and walks to the doors, she turns around at the last minute.

   “Bye, Ty
”

   “Bye
babe” she gives me one last smile and walks in the doors. I walk back to my car and get in. I can finally sort out these blue balls.

Cassie

  The rest of the week is uneventful, Tyler and I text each other most days, sometimes bordering on the line of, sexting.

 
Saturday came round a lot quicker than I thought it would. I’m standing in my bedroom staring at my wardrobe. Now do I wear smart, casual or sexy?

I’ll go for sexy. I pick out one of my little black dresses. This one comes to about
mid-thigh. You can just about see the bottom of my tattoo. It’s strapless so it’s either no bra or a strapless bra. It pinches in at my waist and flairs out a little with bit underneath. It’s like a little illusion make me look like I’ve got no hips. I pick out my red fuck me heels and my red and black bangles.

 
I go for a shower and wash my hair. I still have an hour and a half till Tyler gets here. He agreed to pick me up at 8 before his shift started.

 
Drying my hair properly so there aren’t any wet bits, I grab the curlers and start curling the bottom of my hair. Once it’s all I done, I look in the mirror, my brown hair looks nice and shiny, normally it looks dull and boring. I clip my side fringe out the way so I can put some make up on; I put extra mascara on so my lashes are thick and put the eye liner thicker. I use black eye shadow to do the Smokey effect.

 
I walk back in my room and drop my towel. I shimmy on a red thong and grab the matching bra, that the straps can be taken off. I stand in the middle of my room in just my underwear, picking up my dress I step in, and zip it up. It has a zip that just looks like a seam under my arm.

 
The bra pushes my boobs up a little, my c cups are fine normally, and if I went for the push up bra they would be my chin rest for the night. Not that Tyler would mind, but this has got to stay strictly just friends.

 
If we’re meant to be just friends, why am I getting myself all dolled up? I shrug, Tyler will have self-control. And I’ll make sure I don’t drink too much tonight, don’t want me losing my cool and fucking him in the toilets. That would be real classy.

 
It’s all I’ve been able to think about since I met him. I think I’m turning in to a sex crazed pervert. I’ve used B.O.B so much in the last week than I have since I’ve had it. I’ve even had to buy new batteries!

 
I look at the time and see it’s nearly 8; I finish getting ready and pick a little clutch bag and little throw over cardigan. I sprits myself with some perfume and slip my heels on; these heels are a little higher than before they are at least 5”. I look at myself in the mirror and smile.

 
I really don’t look myself tonight. I get my lipstick from my make-up bag and paint my lips a nice shade of red, and I declare myself ready.

 
Walking out of my bedroom, I walk into the front room.

   “Second week in a
row going out on a Saturday sis, are you feeling ok?” Jack says and then turns around. The shocked expression on his face is a little unnerving. He elbows Justin and he turns around, Justin goes slack jawed.

   “You’re going out like that, w
ith Tate? Has the little douche finally taken the plunge?” I frown, come to think of it I haven’t heard from Tate since last Sunday.

   “I hav
en’t spoken to him since Sunday”

   “Longest you’ve been, isn’t it?” my forehead still creased. It is actually, we normally talk on
a regular basis. I know I haven’t thought of him this week but normally he would have been on my back by now.

 
Before I can think more about it, the doorbell rings.

   “Who’s that?” Jack asks.

   “Tyler” I turn and walk to the door.

   “You mean the one you ran out on, on Sunday?” I roll my eyes.

   “Yes, we are friends now”

   “Kiss and made up?” I ignore him and open the door.

  The sight that greets me, steals my breath away.

 
He stands there wearing, nice dark blue jeans and a black T shirt saying ‘bouncer’ across his chest. The name of the pub is slightly smaller underneath, ‘The Lion’.

 
His top fits him like a glove. My eyes trace every hard line of his chest, his tattoos are on show.

 
My eyes finally make it to his face and I see he is still taking me in. I see unfiltered lust and hunger written all over his face.

 
He’s brought out of his staring by a clearing of the throat; I look over my shoulder and see Jack standing behind me.

 
I mentally groan.

   “So th
is is the douche you ran out on, the reason why you dragged my arse out of bed at stupid o’ clock to come get you?” I really hope Jack doesn’t scare him off. I look back at Tyler and see he has a bored expression on his face. Well if he’s intimidated by Jack he isn’t showing it.

   “That’s, me
” I smile at him and he looks down and smiles at me.

   “Well we should get going,
bye Jack” I push him back and go to shut the door quickly.

   “Don’t
be worried about me will ya?” Justin shouts from the living room. I roll my eyes.

   “Bye Justin
” I shut the door and face Tyler.

   “Are you trying to kill me?” he says, with a weird expression on his face. My eyebrows pull together as I frown.

   “What do you mean?”

   “Y
ou told me ‘just friends’ then come out looking like a wet dream and expect me not to push you up against the nearest wall and fuck you?” my breath gets stuck in my throat.

 
He has such a way with words.

   “
Can’t we become a different type of ‘friends?’ like ones where I get to fuck you, taste you, one where you can wrap your pretty red lips around my cock?” my mouth goes dry. Well fuck, he definitely has a way with words.

   “I think they are normally
called ‘friends with benefits’” I shake my head and make my way to his car.

  
“I don’t care what you label it” I roll my eyes and stand at the passenger side door.

 
He opens the door for me, I curtsy and get in. He shuts the door and walks around to the driver’s side.

 
Once he’s in, he starts the car and looks at me. He looks down at my dress; his eyes zero in straight on my tattoo.

   “You have a tattoo?” I pull my dress up slightly so he can see it properly.

   “’Love the sinner, Hate the sin’ what’s that about?”

   “Exactly how it sounds
” His eyes meet mine. The sexual tension is so thick, it could choke you. I pull my dress down.

   “
You have any more tattoos?” I nod and lean forward so he can see my angel and devil. I’ve always loved these tattoos. At first I wanted something different but then I thought, they always say you have one on each shoulder. So my angel is a woman wearing a white dress with blue tinges and looks like little clouds at the bottom and my devil, Wears a red dress with flames flicking up. He traces the devil with his finger and I shiver.

   “Got any more?
”

  
“One more, but you can’t see it” He frowns.

   “Why not?”
, he asks confused.

   “
Because where it is, I would either have to push my dress down and you see my tits or I pull my dress up and you see my knickers”

   “I don’t mind
” I laugh and shake my head.

   “Only a couple
of people have seen that tattoo”, he arches his eyebrow. He pulls out the drive way and makes his way to work.

   “So where about is it? And what does it say?”

   “It’s to the right, under my boob” I see his knuckles whiten as his grip on the steering wheel gets tighter.

   “So how many people
exactly have seen this tattoo?” he’s trying to sound nonchalant but he is failing miserably. 

   “Two, a
nd the guy who tattooed it on me so technically three”, he turns his head and looks at me.

   “
What? You didn’t think I was a virgin did you? I’m 21. It’s 2014”, he smiles tightly and focus’s his attention back on the road.

   “I didn’t think you were a virgin, no. But I still don’t like to think of someone
else touching you. And I can’t”, he says through gritted teeth. I turn my head and look out the window.

   “This is a sucky subject. Can we please drop it and hav
e a nice night, even though you’ll be working”, he sighs.

   “Ok.
I’m sorry for acting like that” I place my hand on his thigh, it tenses and his hisses out a breath.

   “Really struggling as it is, babe. Your hand being so close to my cock
isn’t helping in the slightest” I pull my hand away like I’ve been burnt.

   “
Sorry”, he relaxes slightly and nods.

 
The rest of the car journey is in a comfortable silence.

 
We pull up to the car park behind the pub. Tyler walks around the car and opens the door for me; I climb out the car and Tyler’s eyes drop to my legs.

    “Eyes are up here buddy
” I point upwards.

 
His eyes lift to my breasts. “Your right, and what a nice pair you have” He has a wolfish grin on his face. I roll my eyes and sigh.

   “My face
Tyler that is where my eyes are” His eyes slowly make it too my face.

 
“That is a beautiful sight too” He winks at me, I shake my head and let out a little laugh, born charmer that man is.

I climb out the car with as much grace as
I possibly can without flashing him and shut the door. He locks it and puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me to the door.

   “
So are you going to be standing outside all night? I’ll look like a right loner if you are” I ask as we walk in.

   “
I’ll be standing by the door but on the inside, so if you sit here” He points to the table the closest to the door. “Youshould be able to talk to me and not look lik
e
‘a right loner
’
” He air quotes. I narrow my eyes at him and turn to look around.

  It’s not as bad as I was expecting. The walls are a basic cream but the furniture looks nice and comfy. I see on the far wall a brown corner sofa with a table in front, I notice all the corners have one. There
aretable and chairs scattered aroun
d
and a little clearing in the middle for I’m assuming to be a dance floor. The bar is on the back wall and it stops just before the corner sofas start.

  Tyler clears his throat and brings me out of my looking. “You want a drink?” I nod.

   “Please, I’ll have a Vodka and red bull” He smiles and walks over to the bar; I sit down on one of the chairs and watch him talk to the bartender.

  It’s a damn shame he’s engaged, forcibly I know, but still engaged none the less. He starts laughing at whatever the man said, his back look
s incredible from here, he has broad shoulders. Since when did I find a man’s back so sexy? I’ve got to get out of this train of thought before I start humping his leg. Friends, just friends; doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize though. He’s been the star of all my day dreaming while I’m playing with B.O.B.

   “Your drink,
my lady” He bows and hands me my drink.

   “I bet you could charm the knickers off a nun, couldn’t you?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. He straightens and
looks down at me. Jesus Christ, I am really short, these chairs are really small or, he is a giant. My head is just above his groin.

  He laughs but it dies as he realises the position I’m in. I see his erection press up against his jeans. He clears his throat. I look up at him and see he has an intense look on his face.

   “I try not to” His voice has gone raspy. I shiver and he lets out a growl. I bring my drink up to my lips and take a big gulp.

I hear him mutter something under his breath, but I can’t make out what he says. He turns and walks towards the back wall where the men’s bathroom is. I slump a little on the chair. This was a mistake. Thinking me and Tyler could be just friends with this much sexual tension between us. I get my phone from my breast where I stashed it. I debate
whether to text him to say I’m going home. I know it’s the coward’s way out but I just know once I have a few drinks in me, his forced engagement won’t mean shit to me. Then I’ll feel like shit because I done something with a spoken man.

  Before I can think about it anymore Tyler comes back looking a little less tense. I give him a small smile.

   “You ok now?” I ask. He nods.

   “
Sorry, Cass I just needed a few minutes to control myself” He smiles down at me. It’s a gorgeous smile.