Pushing the Limits(17)

I rest a hand on the shower wall, letting my head fall forward. I  tighten my grip, wrapping my fingers around my cock tighter, feeling the  need to punish it. I hear her soft giggle in my head and picture her  perfectly curved body as I pump harder, groaning as my body hums to  thoughts and images of her. My eyes close tightly as my hips thrust  wildly into my hand as I imagine being inside Aspen's tight pussy  instead of my rough palm. Her eyes would look up at me with intense  pleasure, begging for more, as I thrust deeper with each solid movement.  I wouldn't stop until she'd cry out my name, screaming in ecstasy as I  filled her deep, releasing my own orgasm inside her. I pump faster as I  feel my body tighten at the thought of her wet juices covering my cock.

I'd look down at her, pleased with how her body looks flush and sated.  Those pert breasts would bounce every time I buried myself deep, my name  falling from those cherry red lips again takes me over the edge, and I  come powerfully, groaning her name aloud.

Once my breathing is under control, I turn the water to warm and slowly  wash myself off again. I wonder what in the fuck I am going to do with  this fascination and how the hell I'll convince her of what I know we  both want.





CHAPTER SEVEN

ASPEN



Kendall and I make plans to meet up for lunch at a diner near campus.  She's loud and bubbly as usual, but I still feel half asleep. After last  night's class, I hadn't been able to sleep.

My mind was occupied elsewhere with a certain professor …

"So what do you think?" Kendall asks, breaking me out of my self-induced a coma.

I blink. "Of?"

"Jesus, Aspen. What's gotten into you?" She brings a forkful of mashed potatoes up to her mouth and devours it.

"Nothing, sorry. Just tired. What were you saying?"

"My cousin, Piper, is coming to visit from Arizona. Can she stay in your apartment since your couch pulls out?

"Um … " I draw out, grabbing my cup of coffee and taking a long sip. "Not sure that's a good idea."

"Oh … " She continues chewing. "All right." I hear the disappointment in her tone as her lips turn down.

"Sorry, I just … don't do well with having a roommate."

"Didn't you have roommates your freshmen year?"

"Yeah and it was pure hell. I mean, I had a single bedroom, which was  nice, but we had to share everything else. So that sucked."

"Well, she'll only sleep there. I can tell her to hang out in my  apartment during the day or whenever you're home if that'll help."

"Okay, maybe. I just don't do well sharing my space. I get anxious,  especially when it's someone I don't know well." I shrug, hoping she  understands. "It's fine."

"No, I understand. Sorry, I forget how bad it can sometimes get ." She  flashes me a sympathetic smile making me want to change the heavy topic  as soon as possible.

Kendall's seen a few of my embarrassing episodes before. We were  drinking at her place one night, and I ended up falling asleep on her  bedroom floor. In the middle of the night, I started screaming in my  sleep and shaking. She was two seconds away from calling 911, but once I  convinced her I wasn't having a seizure, she calmed down enough to let  me explain.

"You going out this weekend?"

"I might. Is Zoe working?"

"Yeah, I think she has the dinner shifts Friday and Saturday, then we'll stick around to hang out afterward."

"All right. Yeah, I'll probably head out for a bit. I have some studying to do tonight, though."

"It's only the second week of classes. How can you have studying to do already?" She grimaces.

"Because I don't want to get behind. Some of us-" I narrow my eyes at her, "-are trying to get into graduate school."         

     



 

"Graduate smaduate."

I shake my head at her and laugh. "I'll come out as long as you buy me a drink."

She smiles. "Don't I always?"

After we finish eating, we then head off to our afternoon classes. Once  I'm back home, I work on the blog assignments I have for Professor  Hampton, and I quickly get them done. Once I finished, I feel the urge  to clean.

And by clean, I mean scrub every inch of my apartment until my fingers bleed.

I'm not always like this-neurotic, I mean. Cleaning helps clear my mind  when I have too much going on to focus on painting. I go through  episodes of manic behavior, but more often it's depression that takes  over.

I see my doctor regularly to consult about my medication and to make any  adjustments. After six years of suffering from depression after the  accident, I was told I was likely suffering from post-traumatic stress  disorder, or PTSD. Reoccurring dreams of the event, flashbacks, anxiety,  depression and avoidance are all areas I suffer from. Not to mention  the secondary trauma from my mother and the way she's blamed me all this  time. But no matter how much I try to get my life together and move  forward, a dream or flashback will suck me back in and bring me back to  the beginning again. It's a vicious cycle and it's hard to see any light  at the end of the tunnel.

A loud beating at my door grabs my attention and when I whip the door  open, Kendall is standing there with a tense look on her face.

"What's the matter?" I ask, dumbfounded.

"What the hell, Aspen? I've called you like four times, and I've been banging on your door for like five minutes."

"You have?"

"Yes! Why is your music so loud?" she shouts, covering her hands over her ears.

"It is?"

She narrows her eyes at me and lowers her hands. "What's wrong? Are you all right?"

"Yeah," I lie. "Fine. Just doing some cleaning." I hold up the towel from my left hand.

"Oh my God … " Her eyes go wide as she pushes through and walks inside.  "It smells like bleach and pine sol had a love child and then threw up  all over your apartment."

I scowl and shut the door. "I just told you I was cleaning."

"No, you're getting high."

I burst out laughing. "I am not."

"Well, between the loud rap music and toxic bleach smell, the cops will be called in no time."

I hadn't even realized my music was on. I walk over and shut my stereo off and then open a window. "There. Better?"

"A little, yes."

"Sorry. I just lost myself for a bit." She walks toward me and gives me a  sympathetic frown. "I'm fine," I repeat, hoping she'll drop it.

"I'll have Piper stay with another friend, okay?"

"This isn't about Piper. I said it was fine." I wave her off.

"Aspen, I may not have known you for long, but I know you well enough to know when you aren't fine."

I exhale. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong."

"Well, obviously the anxiety of having a stranger stay here is too much, and I'm sorry I even asked. I should've known better."

I hate that she says that.

"It's not about Piper, okay? My mind is just a clusterfuck right now."

She sits down and pats her hand on the couch. "Are you sure? Wanna talk about it?"

I sigh and roll my eyes. "What? Are we going to have a slumber party and  talk about all of our hopes and dreams?" I mock sardonically and sit  down next to her. "Because if that's the case, I'm going to need wine."

Wine in hand, we both plop down on the couch and Kendall wastes no time  asking me about what caused me to go crazy Merry Maid on my apartment.

Taking an exaggeratedly large drink of wine, I consider my words  carefully, knowing I can't tell her the truth of what is going on and  hating that I have to evade her questions.

"Honestly, it's just a bit of everything. My mom wanting me to come home  for Spring break, my hectic school and work schedule. I'm just  overwhelmed and cleaning helps me regroup."

Nodding, she takes a quick sip from her glass. "Yeah, that makes sense. I  know the pressure can really amp up anxiety, too." She knows certain  triggers can increase my anxiety.

I nod in agreement, thankful she doesn't pry further. "Enough about my  crazy life. Tell me how's Kellan?" I empty my glass. "Coming along yet?"  I tease, waggling my eyebrows. "Or rather, coming at all?" Her cheeks  heat, and I know I've successfully changed the subject.         

     



 

"You're such an ass. You know that, right?"

"So that's a no?"

"That's an … almost."

I shake my head in mock disappointment. "That's unacceptable, Kendall. Are you sure he's not gay?"

"He gets hard just fine, thank you very much. He just doesn't want to  screw it up by moving too fast. Even if my vagina is filling up with  cobwebs."

"Cobweb pussy," I confirm, shaking my head. "I hear it's a brutal disease."

"So is too-much-cock-in-the-mouth disease."

"Oh, but it's oh, so worth it." I wink and she pretends to gag.

"All right, screw this girly crap. Let's go hang with Jack and Jose."

"Deal."

We run to the liquor store and grab two large bottles that are sure to keep us company.