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Kohl
I can feel the touch of her gaze and it’s not helping to stop the blood rushing south, her eyes lidded with heat eating up every piece of my exposed chest. Her tongue continually licking her lips, her teeth clamping on her bottom lip. I want to nip that lip and the lower ones too. I need a cold shower in the worst way.
While she rests I push my body on the machines, doing anything I can to keep my mind from replaying the sounds she was making while she showered, the way she glistened when she finished on the elliptical, her heated flesh making her sweet fruity scent permeate each breath I take. Watching her tits jiggle and shake with each step is exquisite torture and makes me think of what she would look like riding me. All her flesh and curves bouncing up and down above me, with her enormous fun bags in my face, fuck my dick is so hard I’m light headed from the blood loss.
My mind is stuck on a train with only one stop. Stuck at the station of Tensanne, wondering what moans I could draw from her lips, all the ways I could make her sweat. The many, many ways I could play her body with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. I could dominate her body, making her scream until she’s hoarse. A body she hates. A body that I can’t get enough of.
Her eyes are still eating up my skin, her face showing her desire with every blink of her melted chocolate eyes. She’s killing me, I need to find a safe subject.
“What are you majoring in?” I ask, continuing my lateral pulls.
She’s in deep thought about something, shaking her head she responds, “Cognitive Psychology and Brain Science.”
“That’s a very specific area of study; most sophomores are more generalized. Is there a reason for your field of choice?”
“It’s the study of what makes us remember some things and forget others. The study of traumatic brain injuries that affect memory or lack of. My mom, she has some memory issues. I want to learn all I can about why and, someday, find a way to return what she’s lost,” her eyes glossing over with tears she sighs.
Stopping my repetitions, I move to sit next to her on the bench. “Is she sick?”
“No, she was in an accident a few years ago. Head on collision with a drunk driver. She was in a coma for months. When she woke up, she couldn’t remember any of us or her life before the accident. She still knew who she was and how to do all life’s essentials like talking and eating but we were all erased. My dad, me, her life with us, all of it gone,” she laments, sadly, her mouth formed into a deep frown and sorrow filling her eyes. A need to reach out and hold her, to protect her fills deep within me unsettling me, making me ache.
“Plus, she suffered a shattered hip that left her with foot drop on the right side and a shattered pelvis that has led to back problems,” wiping a tear from her cheek. She takes in a huge breath, blowing it out she continues, “My mom was my best friend, my cheerleader. When the world kicked me, she picked me back up, dusted me off and made everything okay. No matter how bad it was. Now, I’m a stranger to her. The warmth that used to light up her eyes for me is gone. She couldn’t come home with us; she couldn’t live with people she didn’t know. She started her life over and left us with the broken pieces. I don’t have security anymore. I don’t have a person who’s always in my corner. The one person in this world who loves me, no matter what I do. We were so much alike. Built with the same eyes, hair. She understood what it felt like to be me.”
She’s breaking right beside me, I can’t fight my urge to touch her anymore, placing my arm around her shoulders I pull her to me in a sideways hug feeling her body shake with each sob, “Why? Why can she remember everything but us? It’s not only me, she was the one who could bring my dad to life. He’s like I am. Awkward, smart and socially inept; but she made him normal and warm. Without her, he’s just a shell, a robot without feelings. I went from parents who were my rocks to nothing but loneliness and cold,” she cries burying her head in my chest.
Suddenly, she stops her tears, wiping her face with her hands she shakes me off, with a grim set to her lips, “I will find a cure, I will get my mom back,” ending with a whispered, “I hope.”
She’s too young to be so troubled. I would be lost without my parents’ support. She’s a lamb in this world of wolves and they’ve already chewed her up and spit her out. I need to help her; I need to be there for her. I can’t explain why I’m drawn to her but I need to be in her orbit.
“I believe if anyone can fix it, you can. I know you don’t know me very well. I know you don’t trust me but I want to be your friend, Ten. I’ll be your cheerleader. I’m not nearly as smart as you but I promise I will help you pick up any pieces you lose and try to put them back in place.” I tell her hoping my eyes convey how badly I want to be a safe place to land in her life.
Squinting her eyes at me, “Why, Kohl? Why do
