Everything Changes

by R F Greenwood

  I tap the table to get his attention. He smiles sadly.

  “You can talk now” I sigh with relief.

  “So you’re technically still engaged to her?” I ask.

  “Unfortunately, yes. I’ve tried getting out of it. They cracked a couple of my ribs” I pick up my cooling tea and take a big gulp.

  “I really don’t know what to say. You know we can’t be anything other than friends” He sits up in his chair quickly.

  “But we’re not together! I don’t have any feelings for her! Well that’s lying, I do, I hate her”

  “I’m sorry Ty, but I don’t mess around with taken men. Forced or not. It’s not how I was brought up”

  “I don’t know if I could ever be just friend with you, I’m pretty sure friends don’t have thoughts of fucking there other friend nine ways to Sunday” My breath catches in my throat. Damn it!

  “We can’t be friends then” I’m not going to lie. The thought saddens me. But my nan raised me better than to fuck around with spoken men. Times like this I wish she was still here, just so I could have someone to talk to about all this. I don’t really have female friends. I’ve always had guy friends. I know I could never talk to Tate about all this.

  “But I can’t stay away from you, babe” I rub my temples. “I will try my hardest to be your friend. I can’t, not have you in my life now. It’s like seeing a light at the end of this shitty tunnel then covering it up again”

  “So, friends” I put out my hand. He puts his big warm hand in mine. I would love to tell you, that a current of electricity went up my arm from his touch, but it didn’t. It’s nothing like my books. But my heart rate did speed up.

  “Friends, so what do friends do?” he asks taking a sip of his coffee.

  “You can help me out here today. It’s only me and Helen today but she doesn’t come in till 12, so I can have my lunch break. I have to put all the returns back into the right category. You can reach the ones that are too high, so I don’t have to grab the ladder”, he smiles.

  “See, being tall does have its uses”

  “Alright, rub it in why don’t you. Being small has its perks too you know”, he smirks at me.

  “It sure does”, he winks. I roll my eyes and take our cups to the sink.

  “May as well get started apparently there are a lot of books to be put back”

  We make our way to the main desk and get the list of books that have gone out and need to be put back. Some haven’t returned yet. But they are due in today.

  I walk over to the back room and get the trolley. Getting the keys for the drop box, I empty that. Once all the books are on the trolley, I turn and face Tyler. I catch him staring at my arse.

  “Friends don’t stare at other friends arses like that” I shake my head.

  “I can’t help it if you have a nice arse and you’re wearing a tight skirt that looks like you’re not wearing any underwear underneath” Technically I am, I’m wearing a thong. But he doesn’t need to know that.

  “I am, that’s all you need to know. And you may want to get little Tyler under control before customers start coming in” I nod my head down to his jeans.

  “Punch to the ego woman you wound me. There is nothing small about my cock, babe as you found out on Saturday”, he winks and walks to the direction of the bathrooms.

  Well shit. Now all I’m going to think of now is how his cock would feel in my hand. Horny and frustrated all day until I get home to B.O.B. great! What a fun day this is going to be.

  Chapter Four

  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”, she 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 coke 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 something 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!

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

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

  “Ok darlin’”, she 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, hmm 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 ‘fianceé’ 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.

  Chapter Five

  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, with 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 haven’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 this 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?”

  “You 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.