Page 9 of Connie
Things got easier when she left for university and Ruben moved into the barn his dad converted next to his parent’s house. It means that even when she is home I don’t have to see her really. I also don’t have to walk past her room every time I go over to see Ruben. Every time I see that room the memories of that day come flooding back to me, haunting me, taunting me. Giving me just a little reminder of what I had and what I still desperately want.
Today is Connie’s twenty-first birthday. It starts with a family meal, which I’m unfortunately invited to seeing as I’m practically family, and then a night out in Cheltenham. All I can hope is that I can find a willing chick to distract me and spend the night with. If I have to spend the night watching Connie look all hot and sexy, which she undoubtedly will, I’ll want to blow my brains out. And if I have to watch her pull, because I know she’s single, I’ll kill the fucker with my bare hands. I don’t even want to think about someone else having their hands on her let alone watch it.
We’re all hovering in the Foster’s kitchen waiting for the birthday girl to appear as we’re now over ten minutes late.
“Hurry up, Connie,” Nigel shouts up the stairs, he’s getting more and more frustrated by the second. Something tells me he’s hungry, just a hunch!
“Alright, alright, calm your tits, old man,” Connie says as she heads towards us much to Nigel’s delight. His grimace turns to a look of pure horror when he looks up in the direction of the doorway where the sounds of her voice and clicking heels just came from.
“Connie,” he warns but gets interrupted by Elizabeth.
“Oh, you look lovely, Connie,” she says as she grabs her handbag ready to go.
It’s as she says this that both Ruben and I must look up from our beers at the same time because we both say in unison, “you are not going out dressed like that.”
Her head snaps to both of us, to say she looks unimpressed would be putting it mildly.
“I agree,” Nigel adds.
“Well tough, I’m an adult and I get the final say. I’m not thirteen anymore. If you don’t like it then you don’t have to come.” With that said she links arms with her mum and together they leave the kitchen.
The three of us look at each other, a similar look of displeasure on our faces. Nigel and Ruben mutter about what a pain in the arse Connie is before finishing their drinks and following them out. I on the other hand give myself a good talking to because I cannot spend the whole night sporting the hard on I’ve currently got. Fuck sake, this night just got even worse.
Fate isn’t working in my favour tonight because after getting ushered to our table at the restaurant I somehow end up sat opposite Connie so I spend the next couple of hours with her unbelievable cleavage basically in front of my face. She is wearing a skin tight little black dress, which is much more revealing than her usual attire. Her hair is pinned up in some elaborate do with a couple of strands hanging around her face that are just begging to be tucked behind her ears and her make up is dark and smoky. I am very much liking this sexier version of Connie, not that she isn’t perfect the way she usually is. But like this she is all woman, and no matter how much I tell myself I can’t, I want to touch so badly it’s painful.
We say goodbye to Elizabeth and Nigel after the meal and the three of us get in a taxi and head towards the club Connie has chosen to start the night in, we are meeting others there apparently.
It’s been a few hours and I can’t help but feel like this night is going to take a turn for the worse, I don’t know what it is, I can’t put my finger on it, but the feeling’s there. We’ve all consumed a couple too many shots and are out on the dance floor. Ruben has found himself his usual type and is stood practically still while the curvy, willing girl gyrates against him and he shamelessly stares at her overflowing chest. I say that like I’m not doing something similar myself, the only difference is I have no idea what the girl looks like that I’m dancing with because my focus is solely on someone else, and that someone currently has some dude with his hands all over her and his tongue down her throat. I swear to God I’m mere seconds away from cutting the guys tongue off just so I don’t have to see it tangling with Connie’s.
I turn myself and the girl attached to me around to save torturing myself. I try to lose myself in her like I usually would but my head and my body just aren’t in it. I force myself to look interested though because the last thing I need is Ruben noticing my unusual behaviour and calling me out on it. I don’t need him getting any suspicions, not that I think he would. It’s been five years since I’ve had my hands on Connie. Five long years. Nothing has been said of that day for a long time so I don’t think he has any idea that I’m still hung up on her. Finlay, you’re a fucking pussy still pining after a girl you bedded once and most likely never will again, a little voice in my head screams at me and forces me to get with the programme.
I slide my hand around the woman’s neck and pull her lips to mine. I nearly change my mind and push her away when I taste smoke on her but I can’t be arsed to find another willing candidate so I suck it up and carry on. There aren’t many things that will turn me off a woman but smoking is one of them. When you lose someone close to cancer it puts things like that into perspective. As always when I think about this I have to block out the little voice in my head that shouts at me that I smoke a joint on occasion but I rationalise that is very different to a forty a day habit.
Shouting and a commotion coming from behind us distracts me from the woman. When I turn around to see what’s going on I push her away from me so hard that she ends up on her arse.
I rush over to Ruben and pull him away just as he’s about to land another punch on the guy Connie was dancing with. There is only one way to piss off Ruben, I’ve never seen him get so angry he wants to hurt people than when someone wrongs his sister. I know it pisses her off but she should be grateful to have someone who cares so much.
“What the fuck, Ru?” I shout in his ear as I pull him away from the crowd that has gathered, the guy that was with Connie has already run. Pussy.
“His hands were heading somewhere they should never be, let alone on the dance floor of a club,” he seethes.
“Right, couldn’t resolve that any other way than with your fists then, no?” I ask with sarcasm dripping off each word because now I know what that bad feeling was earlier and the bouncers are heading this way to announce it.
“Right, you lot, out please. We won’t have any violence in our club.”
“You go and get a taxi, I’ll get Connie and meet you out there.”
I watch Ruben’s back as he follows one of the bouncers out, the other watches as I head back on to the dance floor to retrieve Connie.
“Ruben’s been kicked out,” I shout in her ear.
“For fuck sake, why does he always do this?”
“He’s just looking out for you, Con.”
“Great,” she fumes and starts to storm off in the direction of our spectator.
We’re almost at the exit when I see her begin to go over on her ridiculously high heels. I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve been following her out so I can watch her arse sway back and forth. I rush forward to grab her and stop her from face plating the floor.
