Everything Changes

by R F Greenwood

  “I get horny all the time with you Cass, you should know that by now” I walk in the kitchen and get out stuff for a quick dinner.

  Tuna, pasta and sweet corn with mayonnaise mixed in it is.

  “I know that now, he was up last night when I went to sleep” I chuckle and rest the phone between my head and my shoulder.

  “Of course he was. There was a beautiful lady pressed up against him” I smile.

  “Flattery will get you nowhere with me, love and why do we refer your dick as a he like it’s a real person?” he chuckles down the phone.

  “You love it, babe and it has his own opinion so it should be classed as a’ he’. It can’t be a girl could it”

  “You never know. It could be a girl”

  He laughs.

  “No way babe he’s a man!” I shake my head slightly and carry on making my dinner.

  “You were humming last night” I say randomly.

  “I know I was there”

  “Sarcastic bastard, why were you humming Charles & Eddie – Would I Lie To You?”

  “If you listen to the lyrics properly you’ll understand. It says would I lie to you, and that you’ll never see another girl in this heart of mine, and there is no other girl but you” I sigh. Big tough man, like Tyler and he was humming a song to me about that.

  “You’re too sweet for your own good, Tyler” I walk back to my room and grab my iPod. I go on Spotify and pull up the song.

  I walk back in the kitchen with an earphone in and start listening to it.

  “I know think of it as of a way of saying how I feel”

  “Sounds like a book I’ve read before. He sent her songs to say how he felt” I smile. “That reminds me, what did you do with my kindle all day?”

  “Sounds nice and I read. You have a lot of books on there. I noticed there was a lot on there to do with D H Sidebottom. Do you have a little crush on that author or something?” I grin.

  “Of course, her books are awesome sauce!”

  “Awesome sauce? What the fuck? Do you just make words up now?”

  “Of course, because I’m awesome sauce too” I smile.

  “Ok stop saying awesome sauce now”

  “Aweeeesooooommmmmeee sssaaauuuccceee”

  “Did you really need to drag it out that much?” he laughs.

  “Ok, ok. So what time have you got to go to work tonight? And what time do you finish?”

  “I start at 8 and finish at 1. I’ll come and see you after, I sleep so much better when you’re either on me or beside me”

  “If that’s what you want. I like using you as a pillow anyway”

  “Ok, chicken. See you later then”

  “Bye, general” he chuckles and I hang up.

  I finish making my dinner and leave some on the side under tin foil for my brothers and walk in my bedroom.

  What to do tonight? Looks like I’ll be reading on my phone tonight.

  After I finish my dinner I put the bowl on the side and pick up my phone to start reading. Seems Tyler takes a lot of my reading time away.

  I hear someone knock on my door a little while later. I see it’s just gone half 12. Well shit I’ve been reading for a while.

  Tyler must have finished early.

  I heard my brother’s come in a little while ago, have some food and walk into their bedrooms.

  I get off my bed and walk to the front door.

  We really should have a peep hole. What if it’s a serial killer on the other side of the door?

  Who am I kidding... a serial killer wouldn’t knock on the door.

  I smile.

  “You finished early” I say cheerily. But my smile drops when I see who is at my door.

  “Happy to see me, babe” Tate slurs. Oh Christ sake!

  “What are you doing here, Tate? I haven’t seen you nearly two weeks. Not even a text or phone call” I cross my arms over my chest.

  “I came to see my favourite girl” He holds himself up with the door frame.

  “Funny, you haven’t for the last two weeks”

  “I know, I know I’m a shitty best friend but I can make it better”, he says. I can just about understand him.

  “How the hell did you get here anyway?”

  “I drove, silly”, he says playfully. I take a deep breath. Remember don’t kill him!

  “Come in, I’ll make you some coffee so you can sober up”

  “I’ve got a nice buzz going on I don’t need to sober up” I roll my eyes and pull in the front door.

  I push him towards the sofa and push him down. He grabs my arm as he goes and I fall on top of him.

  “What the fuck are you doing, Tate!” I whisper shout at him.

  I wriggle to get up and he moans. I freeze.

  “Seriously Tate cut that shit out right now!”

  “I can’t help it, I’ve always wanted you Cass, but you want him”

  “Oh for fuck sake” I go to move again but he holds me down. I wouldn’t say I’m weak, but this is a really weird position and if I get off wrong I’ll end up hurting myself.

  “Why don’t you want me, Cassie?” he says.

  Why don’t I want him? It’s simple I just don’t see him like that.

  “I just don’t see you in that way, you are my best friend. I love you as a best friend but that’s about it” he looks down and nods.

  He lets me go and I get up.

  “I’ll go and get that coffee” he nods but doesn’t look up. I don’t know if I’ve hurt his feelings. That wasn’t my intention but I’m blunt, I’m not going to beat around the bush and give him false hope. It will hurt us both more in the long run.

  Once I’ve done the coffee for both of us. I place his on the coffee table in front of him.

  “I made your coffee” he smiles sadly and picks it up and nearly drops it.

  I grab it from him and put his hands on it properly.

  When he’s drank most of it. I go in the kitchen and make him a sandwich to see if it will soak up the alcohol.

  I hand it to him and he eats it slowly.

  Then I hear a car pull up on the drive.

  Shit!

  Tyler knocks on the door. I walk over and open it. He smiles when he sees me but then frowns.

  “What’s happened, babe?” It’s weird how he knows something is wrong.

  I open the door wider so he can come in. He spots Tate on the sofa.

  “What’s going on?” I can see his fists clenched.

  “He turned up here, pissed as a fart so I gave him some coffee and a sandwich hoping to sober him up” he nods.

  Tate turns his head and see’s Tyler, he glares and tries to get up.

  “You! You ruined my chances of ever getting with Cassie!” he stumbles over to us near the door.

  Tyler looks at me then Tate.

  “I didn’t do nothing, mate. You were friends before me”

  Tate comes closer. Apparently that coffee and sandwich didn’t help.

  “She doesn’t talk to me now. It’s your fault!” My eyes widen. I don’t talk to him anymore? He doesn’t talk to me!

  “It’s not my fault. I haven’t seen you around here either” he clenches his fists and walks a bit closer.

  Tyler grabs my arm and pulls me behind him. Its sweet but isn’t necessary. It’s like protecting me from a weak kitten.

  “What’s going on?” Jack says standing at the end of the hall wearing just a pair of track suit bottoms.

  “Tate is pissed and I think is trying to start a fight with Tyler” I say, moving so I’m standing beside Tyler.

  He rubs his eyes and looks at me.

  “Alright, I’ll drive him home. How did he get here in the first place?”

  “He drove” he shakes his head and sighs.

  “Ok, let me get dressed” He turns around and stares at Tate. “Sit your drunken arse back on that sofa” Tate nods and sits back down.

  I frown. What the fuck?

  “You ok?” Tyler looks down
at me.

  “I’m fine. You didn’t need to put me behind you. He wasn’t really a threat” I sigh.

  “Well I wasn’t risking it” I nod. Tate has gone oddly quiet on the sofa.

  Jack comes back out a couple of minutes later dressed.

  He gets Tate from the sofa and helps him stand up and gets his keys.

  Once they leave Tyler and I walk in to my bedroom.

  “Georgina was at my place waiting outside when I got home this morning”, he says when we have settled in bed under the covers this time.

  Tyler changed into a pair of jogging bottoms and left his top off and I stay in what I was wearing before. They are like pyjamas anyway.

  “What did she have to say?” I ask.

  “She tried moaning to me about how you ‘beat her up in the toilets’” I snort. So un -lady- like.

  “And”

  “She told me that we’re getting married on the 15th of July at 11.30. She tried to tell me that she doesn’t want me to see you anymore. But I just told her, I don’t give a shit what she has to say”

  “Oh” I mumble. What else is there for me to say? I can’t say ‘oh, no don’t marry her.’ I know he can’t get out of this.

  “Is that all you’ve got to say is ‘oh’?” I nod and stay quiet.

  It seems like our easy going friendship is getting harder and harder to maintain.

  “Don’t you think we should stop doing this if you’re going to be getting married in a month? I know I don’t want to, but it’s going to hurt us more if we carry on the way we are” I say to him after we’ve been quiet for a while.

  “It probably would be easier but like I said before I can’t not have you in my life now, it will probably hurt but I just can’t seem to let you go”

  I sigh.

  “Are your parents or any of your family going to your wedding?”

  “No, I don’t want them there to see it and they don’t want to go anyway. When I had to announce that I’m engaged, my mum freaked out. She didn’t like Georgina as it was. But now my mum has a deep hatred for her”

  I don’t blame her.

  “I’ll come to your wedding, for support but other than that, I can’t see you after that, I’m sorry”, he sighs.

  “I never expected you to watch me marry her, it feels good that you’re going to be there, and I understand with the not seeing each other after; It’s going to hurt like a bitch but I’ll have to get used to it”

  We both go silent after. It’s like we have our deeper conversations while we’re in bed.

  “Can I ask you something?” Tyler says in a low voice.

  “Sure”

  “Did you ever have any feelings for Tate? Or was it just him because the way he was saying it tonight, is that he had a chance with you”

  “I’ve never had any feelings other than love for a best friend towards him. I’ve never strung him along, so whatever feelings he has for me they are just his own” I feel him nod his head.

  “Have you got anymore songs for me?” I ask seeing if I can get us on more level territory.

  “Usher – Caught Up”, he replies softly.

  I lean back and grab my iPod and get the song, I put the iPod on Tyler’s stomach and listen to the words.

  The song says how he met this girl that changed everything for him and that he doesn’t understand it.

  I smile and tilt my head to look up at him. He’s singing the words softly until he sees me looking at him.

  “You’re very sweet aren’t you?”

  “I can be, only for you”

  I think I just swooned.

  “Why did you stop singing?”

  “I’m not meant to sing, I’m a man with the songs I’m coming out with I’d beg to differ but they just remind me of you”, he shrugs faking indifference.

  “You don’t need to have the tough act with me, Tyler just be yourself” I snuggle into him a bit more.

  I replay the song and he starts singing softly again. It feels a little like Déjà vu.

  I drift off to sleep to him singing.

  ****

  Not again! I try and get up and feel arms stopping me. I reach over and grab my phone from the side.

  Expecting to see I’m late again but I see its only 6.25 am.

  Tyler is like my own blanket, I don’t even need my covers. The heat coming off him is enough so keep us both warm.

  I turn over so we’re spooning. I feel his erection against my arse. Jesus, does it ever go down?

  I start getting horny with him pressed up against me. It’s a different feel to it being pressed up against me when he’s wearing jeans.

  “If you keep wiggling around I’m going to tie you to this bed”, he rasps out. He makes me jump I didn’t even know he was awake.

  “Sounds kinky” I whisper back, I feel his body shaking with his laughter.

  “What time is it?”

  “6.30am” I reply, he groans.

  “Why are you awake?” he mumbles and pulls me tighter against him. His erection has slipped through my legs and is brushing my entrance. Shit!

  “I didn’t… want to be late” I say my voice wobbly.

  I seriously think I could get off just like this.

  “Your breathing has sped up”, he says.

  No shit Sherlock. If my shorts and his trousers weren’t in the way he could slide deep inside me.

  “Your cock is inches from slipping inside me” He stills. I don’t know how but his dick gets even harder. How the fuck?

  “It was your wiggling that done it”, he whispers in my ear. I shiver involuntary.

  “You pulled me tighter against you” It’s like my hips have a mind of their own because they keep squirming against him.

  “Cassie! Please stop wiggling” he clamps his hand down on my hip.

  “I can’t help it, you feel so good” I moan. What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s like I’ve turned into a sex crazed pervert. I think it’s the time.

  “Cassie? Have you had something to make yourself really horny?”

  “I don’t know” I duck my head in shame.

  “You don’t know how much I wish I could get my cock out, pull your shorts to the side and slide right inside you”, he says in my ear.

  “I think I do because, that’s what I want too” I moan and move my hips again. I know I should stop but I feel like I’m seconds away from coming.

  “Your body feels good pressed against me, babe”

  I moan.

  My orgasm builds.

  “I could come just like this Tyler”

  He groans in my ear.

  I feel him shifting. Next thing I know my shorts are to the side and he’s inside me.

  He doesn’t give me any warning or any time to accommodate his huge size.

  “Ahh fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this, but you feel so good!”

  He growls and pumps his hips faster. I know we’re both not going to last long we’ve been teasing each other for too long.

  The orgasm I felt comes rushing forward and I tip over the edge. I let out a long drawn out moan. I feel him still and pump his come inside me.

  I jump. Shit! These dreams are getting worse! I turn my head to look over at Tyler and see’s he’s still sleeping peacefully and snoring slightly.

  I try and slow my pounding heart. It felt so real.

  I sigh and look at my phone. I’ve only been asleep for about half an hour.

  Maybe I should get up this is just too tempting especially with my dream.

  I move but he tightens his arms. I sigh well I’m not going anywhere soon. Might as well go back to sleep.

  Hopefully it’s a cleaner dream this time.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cassie

  Work was uneventful, well unless you call an elderly lady blushing bright red when she read a little bit of a sex scene in one of the books eventful.

  It was a quiet day, got a lot of the cleaning done.

  Put the returns away nothi
ng fun.

  I’ve been counting down the hours until I can go home. I’m absolutely shitting myself about meeting his family.

  But I’m also excited to finally see Tyler on his bike.

  When I finally get home, I do myself a light dinner and then stare at my wardrobe.

  What do I wear?

  Fuck it I go with a pair of skinny jeans, a blue strappy top and a black cardigan. I put my little black ballerina flats on. I get my jacket from the hanger and shrug that on too.

  I put my hair in a loose side plait. Easy enough so I can take it out and it won’t be all bumpy. I freshen up my makeup from earlier.

  My phone alerts me that I have a text.

  Tate: I’m sorry about last night. I hope we can still be friend’s babe. I know I said some weird things but I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in a while. I hope you’re ok... love you. T xx

  I sigh. Well fuck, I didn’t think Tate was going to text me.

  Me: It’s ok Tate, just don’t do it again. You could have hurt yourself or someone else by driving pissed and I thought we are still friends. Just because we haven’t seen each other doesn’t mean we won’t be friends. And I’m fine. X

  I sit down on my bed and wait for Tyler.

  I hear the rumbling of a bike 5 minutes later. Tate didn’t text me back I don’t know what is with him at the moment.

  I walk out my room and into the front room. Tyler knocks on the door.

  My brothers came home a little while ago and are in their bedrooms.

  I open the door and my mouth goes dry, shit. If I thought Tyler was sexy any other time. This sight is near the top of the chart right underneath him naked.

  He stands there in a plain white t-shirt a black leather jacket, dark jeans that hang low on his hips and black boots.

  And in his left hand he is holding his helmet.

  “Like what you see?” he winks when I finally look at his face.

  “Are you sure your head is going to fit in that helmet seems like you’ve got a little big headed”

  “My head is fine. I wouldn’t be like this if you didn’t look at me like you wanted to eat me alive”

  Eat him alive? Lick him... that sounds more like it. I’ll turn into Steve from ‘Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs’. Lick, lick, and lick.

  “Well you do look edible” I wink.