My Casey

“Is that a porn reference?” she asked.

He burst out laughing. “No. Not even close. I help out with some of the odd jobs around the house. I don’t do porn, believe me.”

“I need the ground to open up and swallow me, that’s all.”

“That’s all?”

“Yep. Just to swallow me whole, you know.” She let out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Clearly that pesky city job has gotten you all dirty.”

He loved to see her flush. She looked a little panicked, but it was nice.

“Please, don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Our private conversation where you ask if I became a porno. Don’t worry, I won’t mention it.” He winked at her. “I better get this bad boy back to the shop. If you want to empty your stuff into my truck, you can go on ahead.”

“Right, yes, of course. I will do that.”

He smiled, watching her.

She had a nice, shapely ass. She wore a pair of denim shorts and a thin black top that molded to her curves.

Casey Jones was still as curvy and hot as he remembered. Not that she ever knew what he thought of her. They didn’t move in the same circles growing up, not that he didn’t admire her a lot.

Whenever she was in the hallway, or the classroom, he found himself drawn to her, wanting her, yearning for her, but he never did anything about it.

Nope, he simply watched her from afar and did absolutely nothing.

She was the daughter of the happiest couple in town, and he was the jock and mechanic’s son.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she carried a couple of suitcases to his truck, and one single bag, and she was done.

“Travel light,” he said.

“You got it. You never know when you need to move on.” She pushed her hair off her face again. “Is there anything you need me to do?”

“Go and get yourself comfortable. I can deal with this.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve been towing broken-down cars for a long time. Your baby is in safe hands.”

“Thank you.” She hesitated, but he didn’t say another word.

She finally stepped away and climbed into his truck.

Casey was now in his truck.

Again, he could recall so many other times when he wanted her, when he thought about fucking her, taking her, making her his, and he’d never done it. She had left town before he even got to ask her out on a single date. What kind of guy was he? Had he been waiting around for her after all this time? Nothing made any sense to him.

With the car safely on the back of his truck, he moved around to the driver’s side, and climbed on in.

“So, do you want to go to your parents or home?”

“Home. I’m not going to interrupt their date. You know how they get,” she said.

Everyone in town knew how they got. They were the loved-up couple.

“That I do. Okay, put your seatbelt on.” Just how lame do I sound right now? Totally lame.

He didn’t do anything else but pull back onto the road and start to make his way into town. It was all he could do up to this point.

There’s no way he could ask Casey out on her first hour of being back home. That would be tacky.

Chapter Two

One day later, Rusty was checking over a different car when his friend Buster arrived.

“So, have you heard?” Buster said, jumping onto one of the work counters and biting into his apple.

“What could I possibly hear?” he asked.

“About Casey Jones being back in town.” Buster chewed on his apple, and it sounded really loud to Rusty.

“I know. That’s her car out there.” He pointed to where he’d placed the car, seeing as he’d not gotten around to working on it yet. He’d not seen her since he dropped her off at her house, but that didn’t mean he had stopped thinking about her. Of course he couldn’t stop thinking about her. When had he ever been able to stop thinking about Casey when she was in town? Her being away made it a little easier, but not by much.

“And you didn’t tell me and I had to see her in the diner for breakfast because?” Buster asked.

“It didn’t seem noteworthy to tell you. Besides, she came in yesterday. Not a lot of time to you know, say anything.”

This time Buster threw back his head and laughed.

“I don’t see what’s funny.”

“What is funny is that you don’t think it’s important that Casey Jones is here in town, and you don’t see the significance of that.” Buster kept on biting into his apple, and it was grating on his nerves.

“Don’t see your point, so why don’t you tell me?” Rusty folded his arms across his chest.

“Oh, come on, you can’t be serious right now. You really want to do this. Fine. The reason it is such a big deal, you and Casey have this off-the-chart chemistry, and don’t even pretend not to know what I’m talking about. You both know what I’m getting at. So, here it is. I’m going to blow your mind, you ready?”