Hush lil’ Doggies (Edit #3)
Tressa laid back in the heat, with her arms sprawled out, on her flowered bedspread. Her mother was far from her thoughts now. The blue and grey flowers superimposed themselves on each other as Tressa began to drift in thought. In a trance, she studied the details of the pattern on the blanket from the left corner of her eye. Her mother had been a bitch to suggest it was time to come home soon during her most recent phone call. Why did she always have to challenge Tressa's decisions? She returned to inanely glancing at the fabric she was swaddled, and then was driven deeper, as she found a frayed hole that she began to toy with in the hand made, ancestral fabric. Partially fascinated in a far off way, Tressa would stick one finger in and pop it out, trying to get faster with every revolution. Her bored face hung with the slack expression of an ape, rolling her eyes as she abandoned the finger popping, and returned to her previous efforts of lazily yanking the remaining petals off the daisy she had brought back, for tortuous ends, from the supermarket. Her mother was off her mind entirely now. Rolling over from her side, she bent her head and neck at a awkward angle to better gaze back at the hallway that had been blowing gusts of cold air onto her sticky back. She then tossed the flower carcass away from the bed, and rolled back towards the big bay window. She glanced at the hanging lavender curtain of luxurious silks that formed a crest above the window frame. It made her think of the silk panties she was wearing with the over-sized band tee-shirt inscribed with the green letters 'Naked Lunch'. Without thinking, she speed-dialed her Dad in Michigan, and got him on the first ring.
"How you doing there, Champ?"
"Pretty good Daddy, but I feel paralyzed from this weather. I did get to check out some hot springs, though, and I think there's some real pretty caves pretty close to Aunt Janus'."
"Why don't you join half of California, and submerge yourself, darlin'! That's why all of these houses on the hill come equipped with a swimming pool. Either that or head to the ocean. I shouldn't have to tell you, it makes me seize up with jealousy when I think about how you live!"
"Your right, Dad, I just get so heavy sometimes. I think it came with the smash-up with my Harley."
"Well, you take care sweetheart, and don't stop calling me. The guys at the office think I'm making up my big important daughter in the Valley, and now I got some more gossip for those jerks to chew on. Thanks doll."
This summer had slipped away from her at lightening speeds. It had been a major drag to the ninth degree since her accident. Tressa was furiously determined to the make summer the best it could be, and not take her remaining time for granted. Her tumble from the motorcycle had rocked her world, and it had left her bed-ridden in a coma for months. Now here she was, given a second chance, and yet crippled by the responsibility of having to choose with each new day what she should do with herself in such a foreign environment then what she was use to. It was ironic, and left a strange taste in her mouth. There were so few precious days remaining before she had to figure out what her first community college would be. For now she was taking a break at her Aunt's house in Borrego Springs. She drew herself to her bedpost with her legs and pushed her crotch against the post. Rocking continually into the post, in a way she had taught herself from experience, her eyes closed in rapture, and her lips parted. She had been doing it lately and it felt so good, as opposed to her earlier existential feeling. She had seen some boys digging in her Aunt's backyard yesterday, outside her bedroom, and it made her wonder if there was buried treasure stashed anywhere in this small, forgotten town. Her thoughts wandered back to the boy with brown unkempt hair piled on his head like a imperfect storm she longed to be tangled in. His hair was a caramel swirl, and in that moment he looked up at her, and she came, her body settling back on the bed in five separate waves of out of bodied pleasure. The idea of seeing him again perked her up enough to finally pry her wet body from the post, change her panties, and go into the kitchen in search of some coffee, hopefully still warming itself in the pot in anticipation of her arrival.
(To be continued)
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