My Casey

“Sure.”

“Fine. You two were always meant to be together.”

This time Rusty burst out laughing. “You think Casey and I are supposed to be together?”

“Hell yeah.”

Rusty chuckled. “Good one, Buster.”

“You’re seriously going to tell me you don’t have a hard-on for her being here.”

“I don’t have to tell you shit,” he said.

“Oh, come on, man, be serious for, like, two seconds.” Buster jumped off the counter and tossed the core of his apple into the trash can. “You’ve always had a thing for Casey and for some strange reason never acted on it. Now is your chance. You’re not kids anymore, and you can do this. You both can.”

“I’m not interested.”

“I know you say you’re not interested, but I don’t know. Casey’s here for a while from what I was told, and you two together, I mean, it could be fate.”

“It’s not going to happen. She’s a city girl, and I’m married to the town,” he said.

“For a woman from the city, she sure looks like she fits in just fine,” Buster said, looking past Rusty’s shoulder.

He had no choice but to see what had gained Buster’s attention, and he shouldn’t have been shocked to see the woman they were talking about was right there.

She was laughing and joking, and looking like she was having a whole lot of fun as she did so.

“She’s pretty,” Buster said.

“Stay away from her.”

“Ah, but you’re not going to be doing anything about that, are you, Rusty? So maybe I should have a little go and see what she likes.”

“You’re going to stay away from her.” There was no way he was going to be able to watch Buster try to pursue Casey.

She was stopped by a couple of women. He couldn’t make them out, but clearly, they knew Casey. She let out a laugh and threw herself at the women.

Casey was a stunning beauty. She wore a pair of shorts that showcased her juicy thighs, a shirt that clung to her body. Her large tits would be on full display if the women would just let her go.

She had a curvy body, made for loving, and boy, had he thought about her in the last few hours and just what he could do to that amazing body. He wanted her, there was no denying that.

Especially the hit of jealousy that rushed over him at catching his best friend drooling all over her.

“She is hot,” Buster said.

“Close your fucking mouth.” He wiped his hands on his cloth, seeing her heading his way.

She walked around the gate and went straight to her car.

“Hey, guys,” she said, looking over at them. “Do you know what is wrong with him?”

“No, not yet. I’ve not gotten a chance to have a look,” Rusty said.

“I was hoping it was just some pipes or something.” She stood up, running fingers through her long brown hair. “Thank you for coming to pick me up yesterday. I couldn’t be sure if I had said thank you. I appreciated it.”

“You didn’t say anything, but that’s fine. Everything is all good.”

“Awesome. What do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into the back pocket of her shorts and it thrust her chest right out.

“How about dinner?” he asked.

The words rolled off his tongue quickly, before he could stop them.

“Dinner?”

He heard Buster chuckle in the background, but refused to break eye contact with Casey.

“Yeah. We can catch up. That way you don’t have to worry about paying me.”

“I can pay.”

“I know, but I’d like to have dinner with you.”

“You would?”

“Yes.” This wasn’t exactly going how he hoped. Dinner was a nice invitation. It showed interest, and she looked like he just asked her to run around naked or something.

“I can do dinner if you’d like. I honestly don’t mind paying though.”

“I know, and I can see that. Please, do not worry about it.”

“Okay, I won’t worry about it. When do you want to have dinner?” she asked.

“How about tonight?” He didn’t want to give her a chance to change her mind.

“I can do tonight.”

“Good, tonight it is. I will pick you up.”

She smiled at him again, and he was stunned. She always had the nicest smile he’d ever seen, and the years apart, he’d missed it.

“See you later. Nice to see you again, Buster.”

“You too.”

Casey turned on her heel and walked out of his yard. Well, his father’s yard, but he worked at it the most right now.

“Dinner?” Buster asked.

“You’re the one that suggested it.”

“No, no, no, you’re not going to put your disaster date on my hands.”

“We haven’t even been on a date yet, and you don’t know if it will be a disaster.”

“It’s going to be a nightmare. I can see it now. What happened to the smooth and cool Rusty?”

“He grew up,” he said. “I couldn’t take her money.” He didn’t want to take from Casey but to give.