Chapter 9 Genevieve #2
I still feel the eyes of half a dozen females on me. I feel small, yet inferior. I have what they want, Aspen, and his attention, and that’s the best feeling.
He does the same thing, helping me up and holding me until I fall again.
I’m starting to think I don’t really suck at this, I’m just too distracted.
By him. Aspen is a huge disruption to my learning experience; he’s just too good looking.
All I see when I look at him are those hungry eyes from last night that feasted on me like a piece of rare meat.
He ate me out so good, I’ve never had better head in my life.
He made me orgasm twice. Once with his mouth and again with his dick.
No guy has ever made me orgasm without my help.
I get up for the fifth time already and start to find my footing. I carve my heels into the snow and find my balance.
“Great job! You’re doing it! Dig those heels!” Aspen cheers me on.
I keep both my arms out to help me balance and I look ahead, making sure I don’t run into anyone. I slowly make my way down the little hill and before I know it, I’ve descended the whole thing without falling. That is a success!
“You did it!” Aspen says with a smile, reaching his arm out to give me a high five.
“Thanks to you!” I say smiling back, slapping my hand against his.
“Unstrap one boot and follow me,” Aspen says.
I follow him to the left side of the bunny hill with my left foot on the board and I’m already sweating. He leads me to this conveyer belt that goes up the hill so that people can get back up without having to walk. We hop on and now we’re back at the top.
“This class I’m teaching is over in twenty minutes. After that, I’m all yours. So you can keep practicing what we were just doing until I’m done and then I’ll come back over to you,” he says.
I love a guy who keeps me in the loop without me having to ask.
“Sounds good, coach,” I say.
He walks over to where his group is waiting for him. I stay close but far enough away that I won’t be a distraction. I sit down to strap my right foot in and once I do, it takes three tries to get up, and then I fall right back down again.
“Great,” I mumble to myself. This is gonna be harder than I thought.
For the next twenty minutes, I go down the mountain a total of three times. There’s a lot of falling and stopping, but I’m starting to feel a bit more comfortable in my boots. Aspen walks back over to where I am once he’s done with his class.
“I’m all yours, Snowflake, let's get on a lift and head to the real mountain,” he says.
“Are you sure I’m ready for that?” I ask him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there to catch you if you fall,” he says, winking.
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These mountains are no joke. They sure are beautiful to look at, but they're really hard to ride.
Kind of like Aspen.
I haven’t let go of his hand this entire time. I kinda like it. We just have a little bit left of the mountain to go, and I’m confident I can make it the rest of the way down without falling. We continue down, Aspen’s hand still intertwined with mine.
We almost make it to the ground when I fall again and Aspen has to catch me.
“We gotta stop meeting like this,” he says while I’m in his arms.
Our eyes lock just like they always do, and we’re silent while appreciating the other person. I feel like I’m falling for him, literally.
We go back towards the ski lift so we can go down again.
Once we’re riding it, I admire the beautiful view in front of us.
It feels like I’m in a movie; everything is so picturesque.
The trees are perfectly painted with snow, and the slopes are nice and powdery.
It looks like a mountain of marshmallows.
Aspen is so easy to hang out with and talk to. He’s not like other guys who act all disrespectful towards me and make it obvious that they only like me for my body. Aspen’s different. He actually likes me for my mind, for what I have to say.
“So what did you think of your first ride down?” Aspen asks, breaking my train of thought.
“It was awesome! I hope I get the hang of it so I can actually enjoy myself,” I tell him.
“You will, Snowflake, it just takes practice,” He says.
Snowflake. Somehow, such a silly little nickname only sounds good when he says it.
We make it to the top and hop off the lift. It’s harder getting off a lift with a snowboard than skis.
“Alright, this time don’t hold my hand. Try to go as far as you can without stopping.
I’ll be right behind you,” he says while I’m sitting down, strapping in my other foot.
I notice he never has to strap in because his board is different - it locks around his ankles after he steps in.
It reminds me of stepping into skis. Must be nice.
I stand up. Here goes nothing. I start off slow and steady, feeling Aspen just feet behind me. I’m maintaining my balance, just trying to get as far as I can without falling. So far, I’m doing much better than before. I think I’m finally getting the hang of it.
Out of nowhere, there is a small dip in the snow that gives me momentum and I start to pick up speed.
Oh no. I’m out of control. I see someone in front of me, but I can’t stop myself in time. And this time, Aspen isn’t there to catch me.
If I die today, just know it’s because I tried to be cute and athletic at the same time.