0 comments/ 33766 views/ 4 favorites April's Dilemma Ch. 01 By: S_Valasco "So there's nothing you can do?" April asked, dejected. The doctor looked at her sympathetically and said nothing for a long moment. "I'm sorry, April," the doctor said, shaking her head slowly. "But it's such a rare condition that there's very little research on it. We know what it is and what it does, but that's pretty much the limit of our knowledge. I can try prescribing some other skin creams, but..." her voice trailed off, leaving April little doubt as to the likelihood of success. For months April had been getting horrible blemishes on her face. They had come without warning, appearing on her face one morning. Despite everything April and Dr. Cohen had tried, they had gotten worse. April could hardly bear to look at herself in the mirror anymore. And now she was being told there was nothing that could be done! She felt close to tears. The doctor saw that April was near to crying and she wanted to offer something, anything to give her patient some hope. "April," Dr. Cohen began and then hesitated. She had already decided against giving this piece of information to April. But the pitiful look in her patient's eyes was affecting her medical judgment. She wanted to offer something besides condolences. "April," she began again. "There is one thing that..." Dr. Cohen faltered. This was a mistake. But April looked up with a look so full of expectation that the doctor continued in spite of her judgment. "One thing," she continued, "that you could try. I want to emphasize that there are no conclusive studies that support this. But there is anecdotal evidence that..." Again the doctor had to stop. She looked at April. April was in her mid-twenties, cute in a shy, reserved kind of way. Dr. Cohen didn't even know if April was sexually active. If she wasn't, this information could be worse than useless. But the look on April's face made it impossible for the doctor to stop now. It wasn't hope or desperation, but might have been some mix of the two. "April, there are some isolated cases where women have claimed that... that they've found something to clear up the blemishes." How the hell was she going to say this to this sweet young girl? "Wh.. what is it?" "Semen," Dr. Cohen said after an awkward pause. "Male semen," she added needlessly. Like there was some other kind! She saw April's eyes get wide and wondered if this hadn't been a dreadful mistake. "What?" April's voice was barely a whisper, her eyebrows registering disbelief. "Yes, well," Dr. Cohen told her, trying to regain her own sense of professionalism. "There have been cases--not proven, mind you--where women ingesting semen have seen dramatic results, even complete suppression of symptoms." "Suppression of symptoms?" April asked dubiously. "Yes," Dr. Cohen said. "In those cases, the underlying cause, which is viral, is not eliminated. But the symptoms--the blemishes--are, well, gone. Or at least drastically reduced." The doctor shrugged. There wasn't much more she could tell April than that. "But how... uh, where..." April asked, confused. "I can't write you a prescription for that," the doctor said wryly. "You're on your own. What I will tell you is that the women who have, uh, used this particular treatment have said that they needed to, um... have it at least three times a week and in some cases, daily. The quantity that you would get would vary from man to man and with the frequency of the, uh, donations that you got from them." April sat there, once again looking quite hopeless. The doctor looked at her thoughtfully. "Look, there's probably not enough practical evidence for me to have even brought it up," she told her patient. "But maybe you have a girlfriend or someone who could, you know, help you. I'm not saying you should try it, I'm simply telling you that I don't have anything better to offer you. I can still prescribe some other ointments..." April sat there, staring at Dr. Cohen, not sure what to say. Should she tell the doctor that she had been intimate with only three men in her life? And that she had "ingested" very little semen in any event. The fact that she had no boyfriend, or even any prospects, made the situation hopeless all over again. What could she do? The blemishes were horrible and she wanted them gone at any cost. But... but this was a different problem. Where would she even start? Three times a week to daily? Oh--My--God!! * * * * * April left the doctor's office in somewhat of a daze. The doctor could offer no medicine to rid April of the hated blemishes. Worse, there was a chance that something could help her. But it was a cure that dangled beyond her reach. Sure, if she had a boyfriend, she would probably try it. What was there to lose? But since she didn't have one, and wasn't likely to get one with her face looking like this, the faint hope the doctor had tried to offer was really no hope at all. When April got home, she decided to search the internet for more information on her affliction. Not that Dr. Cohen wouldn't have been thorough, but April just had to hope that there was something out there her physician didn't know about. Something. Anything. Most of what April found was on medical sites and only served to confirm what her doctor had told her. She was about to give up when she came across a personal website that had been started by a woman suffering the same affliction. April clicked on the site and anxiously read the woman's account of her own struggle with the blemishes. Most of it was spookily similar to April's own experiences. The pictures posted were also horribly familiar. April read everything posted, feeling the bond of shared suffering between herself and this anonymous woman. Near the bottom was an entry dated months later than any of the other postings. It was of a decidedly more positive tone. It was absent any specifics, but for some reason gave April a sense of hope. It included an appeal for any woman suffering from this disease to contact the site's owner for important information. An email address was given. April, ordinarily leery of making contact with strangers, even via email, didn't hesitate. She quickly typed a brief email, stating that she, too, had this awful condition and had been told by her doctor there was little or no hope of a cure. Had this woman found one? April asked the woman to please pass on any helpful information and signed her name. She sent the email then sat waiting, starting expectantly at the screen for several minutes. Realizing that it could be hours, days or even weeks before she got a reply, April got up and went about the rest of her day. That night she had a reply. April quickly clicked on it and read through it once, then again. It was rather to the point. "Dear April, I don't know you or what kind of person you are, so I apologize in advance if any of this offends you. There is only one thing that has ever worked for me in getting rid of the blemishes. It has worked for well over three years now with almost no relapses. It is sperm. I have to swallow at least four or five good sized loads a week to maintain a clear complexion, sometimes more, if I see any signs of an impending breakout. "There are a lot of other details that I've figured out over the last few years. If you're interested, please write back. I'd be happy to try to help you. Of course, I will understand if this option is simply not for you. I once felt that way myself. "Hope I can help you, Cathy." April read the message a third time before getting up and walking away from the computer. She went to the mirror and looked at herself. The blemishes were all over her face. They were purple and hideous. She felt like a leper. But was the cure worse than the disease? April had swallowed before. She didn't think that in itself was such a big deal, although she knew a couple of her friends who felt differently on the subject. No, April's problem was that she was totally at a loss for how to find the men this would require. She was shy and uncomfortable approaching men she didn't know for any reason, forget sexual ones. And the thought of explaining her predicament to a man she did know was completely out of the question. The embarrassment would kill her. But another long look in the mirror convinced her she had to do something or she would never be able to leave her house again. She went back to the PC and typed her reply. "Dear Cathy, Thank you for writing back. Anything more you can tell me I would greatly appreciate. I don't know if I can use any of the information, but at least I will know about it. April." The next day, April had another email from Cathy. It started out nicely enough, with lots of encouragement and assurances that it was well worth the price to be rid of the blemishes. But as April read on, the note began going into some rather explicit detail. Apparently, Cathy had experimented extensively with methods of getting her "required dosage," as she put it. One of Cathy's first observations was that one man wouldn't supply enough sperm to totally clear up April's complexion. Cathy had found that repeatedly tapping the same source greatly diminished the quantity and quality of the offering. Cathy also cautioned against trying to store sperm. She had apparently tried refrigeration, freezing, tupperware, etc. But she had had little or no success with any storage processes. Even having a "supplier" leave some in a bathroom in a cup for her to drink several minutes later was less effective than getting it straight from the source. Cathy didn't know why, but thought April should be made aware of these things, since they had taken her a couple years to discover. April's body shivered at the thought that a woman would have reason to try storing sperm in her fridge or get a man to leave some in a glass for her. Reminding herself that she suffered the same affliction as Cathy sent a still-stronger chill through her. Would this really work? How could April find out? There was Nicholas. She might be able to call him. April and Nicholas had broken up over a year ago, but they occasionally traded emails. April knew he had a new girlfriend and they were getting pretty serious, but who else could she turn to? She knew she didn't have it in her to go to a bar, pick a guy up and give him head, just like that. Besides, what if it didn't work? Better that she find out before she made a complete fool of herself. And Nicholas was the only man she could think of for this test. April had no idea what she would actually say to Nicholas. The first step would be to get him to come over. She quickly typed an email to him and sent it. Again, she sat staring at the screen as if she expected an immediate response. After a while, she typed a reply to Cathy, thanking her for her encouragement and all the information. "But I don't know if it'll do me any good," April wrote. "I don't even have a boyfriend." When she returned home that evening, she had replies from both Nicholas and Cathy. She read Cathy's first. She was too afraid Nicholas would be unwilling to see her and she still had no idea what she would say if he did. Cathy's email was brief. "I know if you're anything like me, this sounds mortifying. But it really isn't that bad. And even if it was, it's still better than a face full of horrible purple blemishes. "Don't worry if you don't have a boyfriend. It's probably better that you don't. One man isn't going to give you enough and I doubt you'd find a man understanding enough to be your boyfriend under those circumstances. I know my husband (now ex-) wasn't understanding at all, even though he knew how wretched those blemishes made me feel. "If there's anything else I can help you with, please let me know. Good luck and God bless, Cathy." Taking a deep breath, April opened Nicholas's email. To her immense relief, he readily agreed to stop by and see her. When did she have in mind? Without hesitation, April replied that she needed to see him at his earliest convenience. Even tonight if that was possible. She clicked the "Send" button before she could reconsider. Then she hopped up and hurried to the mirror. Her face was as bad as it had ever been. What if Nicholas took one look at her and ran away screaming? How was she ever going to convince him that he could help her in such a bizarre manner? Especially looking like this? She forced herself to calm down. After all, it was Nicholas, whom she knew and trusted. Whether or not he'd actually agree to help her, he certainly wouldn't be hurtful. * * * * * It turned out that Nicholas couldn't meet her that night, but was free the next. April quickly responded and got him to agree to meet at her place around seven. No, she couldn't say why, but it was very important. After trading a few more emails with him, in which she insisted she could tell him no more until tomorrow, she said goodnight. Nicholas sent back a reply, but April left it in her in box unread. April still had no idea what she would tell him or how she would broach the subject of what she physically needed from him. Would he go for it? He was, after all, in a serious relationship with another woman. Without a doubt, this would constitute cheating on her. April had no desire to ruin Nicholas's relationship. If it wasn't the only way, she wouldn't even have considered it. At 6:45 the next night, April was staring anxiously at her face in the mirror. She had done her best to cover the blemishes with makeup, but they just refused to be hidden. Well, it was too late to worry about it now. Nicholas would be here soon. Maybe him seeing the blemishes wouldn't hurt. Surely, he'd be very sympathetic and want to help in any way he could. And once he said he was willing to help her, would he be back out once he knew what that help would entail? Nicholas was such an earnest guy. It wasn't right for April to make him decide between helping her and being true to his girlfriend. But, April thought as she looked in the mirror again, this was her life. If there was a way to get rid of the terrible, ugly splotches on her face, she had to do it. There was a knock at the door and April jumped slightly. She reached for the doorknob, resolving to do whatever she had to do to convince Nicholas. He simply had to help her or she was sunk. She opened the door, bracing herself for his reaction. "Hi," she smiled and waved him in. "Hi," Nicholas answered, stepping inside. "How've you been?" In the dim light near the door he hadn't noticed her face. But as she stepped back into the light, he saw it and stopped in his tracks. "April," he said, concern obvious in his voice. "What...?" He didn't know how to ask without seeming rude. But his reaction was hardly unexpected. April had been living with this for several months and had watched everyone she knew do pretty much the same thing. "It's okay," April reassured him. "It's not really as bad as it looks." He raised an eyebrow, not sure if he should believe her. "Really," she said. "It's just blemishes. Not some deadly disease or anything. And nothing that's catching," she quickly added. April waved Nicholas into the living room and they sat down, looking at each other for a few moments without saying anything. April was trying to summon the courage to tell Nicholas why she needed his help and he seemed to be trying to find a way to politely ask what had happened to her. When they finally broke the silence, both of them started talking at once. They laughed and Nicholas waved for her to go first. April took a deep breath and began the explanation she had composed in her head and rehearsed a dozen times. "I started getting these things on my face," April said without looking at Nicholas, "maybe six or eight months ago. They weren't that bad at the start, but I went to the doctor because they weren't going away." She took another deep breath. "Anyway, the dermatologist tried a few things for me before sending me to a specialist. I just saw the specialist last week and she told me that there's not much they can do for me." Nicholas started to interrupt with questions, but she waved him off, needing to get it all out there first. "Well, there's no medicine that they can give me anyway," April said, looking up at Nicholas briefly. "But there's a possibility that... well, that there is something that would clear them up, but..." April's voice trailed off for a moment. "But she couldn't say for sure if it would actually work." Nicholas was beside himself with questions, but April still waved him back. "Please," she said. "Let me say it all first, before you start asking me a lot of questions and getting me off-track." Nicholas settled back, but she could see him straining to hold back. "Anyway, this possible treatment isn't something she could prescribe. I'd have to acquire it on my own and that's where you come in." As she said it aloud for the first time, April realized that it sounded like she needed Nicholas to help her buy illegal drugs. She actually smiled a little at the thought. He would probably be as lost as herself in such matters. "So...?" Nicholas prompted, unable to stop himself. "So what I need, you could, uh, provide," April said without looking at him. "April," Nicholas began, and the tone of his voice made it obvious that he was afraid of what she might ask him to do. "I don't know if I'm the right person to, uh... well, I mean, I just don't, um..." "It's nothing illegal," April said. "But it's not, um, well, something I can just ask for either." Nicholas sat looking at her, his expression unreadable. He surely had questions he could barely wait to ask, but wasn't sure if she was finished. They sat awkwardly in silence for a moment before April finally managed to say it. "Semen," she said, barely audible. "What?" She didn't know if he hadn't heard or had, but wasn't sure he heard it correctly. "Semen," she repeated, louder this time. "Semen?" Nicholas echoed. His eyes opened wide and he blinked a few times as he looked at her in disbelief. "You mean you want me to.... on your face?" April realized what he was saying and gave a start. "No, no," she said quickly. "Nothing like that. I have to swallow it," she added after a slight pause. Even as she said it, April was aware that it wasn't all that much of a difference. A little smile crept onto her face, followed by a nervous laugh. Nicholas, still wide-eyed, laughed a little too. "You have to swallow it?" he asked, incredulous. "That's the only cure for... for whatever it is you have?" April nodded, still smiling nervously. She hoped and prayed he would understand. What would she do if he just left? Part of her brain said he might do just that. But a more cynical side of her wasn't so sure. Nicholas was a man being offered a blow job. Men love blow jobs and he could rationalize any guilt as simply helping a friend. "So you want me to, like... uh... in a cup for you or something?" he asked, nodding toward the bathroom. April realized that she hadn't been clear enough on the subject. "Uh, no," she said, blushing a little. "I, uh..." She wasn't able to finish. Again they sat looking at each other for a long, awkward moment. "This is the only thing left for me to try," April said at last. "And it's not like there isn't something in it for you, too," she added, her smile getting slightly wider, but her eyes still unable to meet his. "So you're going to, uh..." Nicholas began. April looked up, very sympathetic to the mixed feelings he was experiencing. She nodded, managing to make eye contact with him briefly. Their eyes locked for a second, then they both looked away. "Tonight?" Nicholas asked, and April was certain she heard something in his voice that wasn't there a moment ago: excitement. April's Dilemma Ch. 01 "Yes," she said quietly. "Just this once, right?" he asked, and April again heard a tone that didn't quite fit with the words. He was trying to play it cool. "Um..." April hadn't given this part much thought because she had been too concerned with Nicholas's initial reaction. "Maybe every day for a week," she said without looking at him. "That should be enough to see if it works." "And what if it does?" Nicholas asked. It was clear that the prospect of getting a blow job every night for a week from his old girlfriend was starting to get him worked up. April merely shrugged. Cathy had written that one man almost certainly wouldn't meet April's needs, but April saw no reason to tell Nicholas that at this stage. "So, you want me to, uh..." Nicholas indicated his belt. "I'll get it," said April softly as she moved across the room and sat on the sofa beside him. As she undid his belt and pants, a lot of memories came rushing back. April and Nicholas had not had a lot of oral sex during their relationship, but they had certainly enjoyed what they had had. April wondered if Nicholas had just been too shy to ask her to do it more often. As far as she could tell, he had really liked it. Maybe he had felt like she'd think him a pervert or something. Or maybe he felt guilty about cumming in her mouth. He had always apologized afterwards, though April never understood why. For her part, April had truly enjoyed pleasing him that way. She had wished he would ask her to do it more often. At the same time, she couldn't bring herself to ask him either, so the actual instances were few in number. But if April had any doubts about how Nicholas felt about blow jobs, they were quickly dispelled by the rock hard shaft she found in his pants. Once she extracted his straining member, she looked up at him. It was kind of weird for her, just to take it out and suck it like this. In the old days there had been a lot of kissing and fondling leading up to it. To just start sucking him was alien to April and she hesitated for a moment. But only for a moment. She was still worried, at least slightly, that Nicholas would jump up and run out. And she also realized that, as she sat there with his wonderful, throbbing erection in her hand, she was getting wet. In an instant, April's focus went from getting rid of blemishes to putting Nicholas's cock in her mouth. As soon as her lips closed around the head of Nicholas's cock, April felt another warm surge between her legs. She slipped slowly down his ramrod straight shaft, savoring the way he filled her mouth. As she came back up, she swirled her tongue on the underside of his head and was rewarded with a throaty moan. She could tell Nicholas was loving the feel of her mouth around his member, and that in turn made it more exciting for her. April barely sucked him for two minutes before she felt his cock swell and strain. Suddenly, a huge gob of cum shot into her mouth, followed quickly by several smaller ones. April sucked a little longer, squeezing his cock to wring out every last drop. Then she swallowed it all down, enjoying how good it felt to have Nicholas cum in her mouth again. He sat back on the sofa, breathless. He looked like he might apologize and April didn't want him to. What was there for him to be sorry about? "Thank you," she told him before he said anything. She gave his cock one last squeeze and sucked away the last drop that dribbled out. "Thank you," he replied. After he left, April went and looked in the mirror. Not that she expected to see results that quickly, but she just had to look. Nothing had changed. Maybe tomorrow. She didn't really care too much at the moment. She was still tingling from receiving her first treatment. She found herself looking forward to the next dose, and not just for medical reasons. * * * * * The next night, Nicholas was at her door again. This time there was no mistaking the look on his face. He looked like a little boy on Christmas morning. Still, neither of them felt all that comfortable with the situation, so there were several minutes of awkward conversation before April finally managed to get him to sit down on the sofa. Despite how much they had both enjoyed the previous night's encounter, they were both treading on eggshells, afraid to come right out and say it. "Thanks for last night," April said for the fourth time since Nicholas had come in. "I think I can already see it getting better," she added, even though she really hadn't seen any improvement. "So...?" she asked, looking at him then away again. It wasn't difficult to see that Nicholas was excited by the prospect of getting another blow job. But he seemed compelled to try to hide it. April wasn't sure why. He was literally doing her a favor and she certainly didn't mind if he got some pleasure out of it. In fact, she was enjoying this excuse to give him that pleasure. Still, he almost looked embarrassed as he undid his pants and took out a cock that was already rock hard. To avoid any more awkward pauses, April simply grabbed his shaft and got busy sucking it. "Oh, God, April!" Nicholas panted as she sucked him deep into her mouth. He may have been surprised by the suddenness of her onslaught, but a moment later he was sitting back and enjoying her mouth on him. He was running his fingers through her hair and moaning softly as she bobbed swiftly up and down his rigid ivory member. He lasted longer than he had the night before, but April wouldn't have minded if he had held out a bit longer still. She felt him swelling in her mouth and a moment later he was once again filling her mouth with his sticky load. As she had the night before, April coaxed every last drop from him and swallowed it. She did notice that it wasn't quite as big a gulp as the first time. That made her think about what she had been told by Cathy, her internet acquaintance, who had assured her that one man wouldn't provide enough. Even as April and Nicholas were thanking each other, April was beginning to worry about that. Really, Nicholas was the experiment to see if this would actually clear up the blemishes. If the blemishes didn't go away after a week of this, would she have to look for another man? Could she? If she didn't at least see some results from Nicholas, she doubted she would continue to pursue this. At least with him she was comfortable and that made the experience enjoyable. April doubted she could be relaxed enough with anyone else. Certainly not before she knew if it would even work. By the third morning, April was convinced she saw signs of improvement. The blemishes were still there, but seemed to have faded. Some even looked like they had gotten smaller. At first she was worried that it was just wishful thinking on her part. But as the day went on, her face continued to improve. By lunch time it had gotten noticeable to her coworkers. When they asked, April told them the doctor had put her on a new medication. No, she couldn't remember what it was called. She was just glad that it seemed to be working. By the time Nicholas showed up that night, April's face had dramatically improved. In the soft indoor lighting, the blemishes weren't all that obvious. "Wow, April!" Nicholas exclaimed when he saw her. "I guess it really works!" She heard the excitement in his voice and wondered if it was for her or because it meant more blow jobs for him. Not that April cared. She was so thrilled that her face was getting better that she practically threw Nicholas onto the sofa. In a flash she had his cock in her mouth again, sucking happily on it. In a way, she thought, it was perfect. Nothing the doctor had ever prescribed was ever this much fun to take! She giggled and almost choked on Nicholas's cock when she thought that this would totally change her idea of taking medicine orally. April paused, letting him slip from her mouth as she shook her head at his unasked question. Then she slipped off of the couch to the floor between his legs and began sucking him again. Having been drained by her the previous two nights, Nicholas didn't cum quickly. It gave April time to really savor the feel and the taste of his cock in her mouth. She never realized before that she enjoyed this. Probably because they had done it so infrequently that Nicholas had always gotten a little too worked up and cum quickly. Now that she had a chance to concentrate on sucking him, April found it to be wonderful. She felt the heat building between her own legs as her lips glided over the smooth white skin of his cock. If anything, his erection was harder and bigger than it had been yesterday or the day before. To April, it felt like it might literally explode at any moment. His straining cock filled her mouth in a way she hadn't experienced before. April wanted more of that feeling, so she tried to take more of him in. But as the head of his cock reached her throat, she started to gag and pulled away with a cough. "April?" Nicholas asked, leaning forward with concern. With one hand April pushed him gently but firmly back into his seat. With the other she pulled his cock back into her mouth again. It was sweet that he was concerned, but it was also distracting. And April didn't want to be distracted from feeling the warmth and hardness of him in her mouth. Nicholas lasted much longer this time, giving April plenty of time to enjoy herself. He finally erupted, his back arching as he groaned deeply. His pulsing cock sent a jet of cum into April's waiting mouth, which in turn sent a flash of warm wetness through her pussy. She milked his shaft with her lips, not wanting to waste a drop of his precious sperm. Her eyes met Nicholas's just as she let him slip from her mouth. He watched in fascination as April swallowed his load. "God, April," he breathed. "That was... that was... Wow!" April smiled up at him, making no move to let go of his cock or get up from between his legs. She saw a drop forming at the tip of his head and leaned forward to lick it up. "Nicholas," she asked, eyes on his softening member. "Why didn't we do this more when we were together?" "I... uh, I thought you didn't, you know," Nicholas was obviously surprised by April's question. "That I didn't what?" she persisted. "That you didn't like it, I guess," he shrugged. "I mean," he continued sounding slightly defensive, "why would you, right?" "I don't know," April said, standing up. "But I think I would have. And you seem to like it just fine," she added, flipping him a smile. "Sure, I like it. But I wouldn't want you to do something you didn't like for my sake," he said lamely. "Well, lucky for you," April replied, "I have to do it." She was still smiling, but Nicholas seemed a bit uncomfortable. "Look," he said. "I only want to help." He seemed to be searching for something else to add, but April silenced him with a wave of her hand. "You don't understand," she said. "It's okay that you like it too. I'm glad you do. I never enjoyed taking my medicine this much before." She looked down, feeling her own face get a little red as she said it. She went into the kitchen to get a drink. She brought one back for Nicholas, who was still sitting on the sofa with his pants down. As April offered him the glass, he seemed to remember that he was undressed and quickly reached to pull his pant up. She put her hand on his to stop him and he looked up uncertainly. "Here," April said, handing him the drink. He took it reflexively, one hand still poised to pull up his pants. She pushed that hand away and knelt down between his legs again. Without looking up at him, April slipped his flaccid member back into her mouth. He was soft and squishy as she rolled him around on her tongue, sucking him softly. At first she thought Nicholas was going to stop her. But slowly he began to grow in her mouth. She could hear his breathing getting heavier as his cock became harder. Soon April was once again sucking on a rock hard erection. She felt herself getting wet all over again as she bobbed lovingly on Nicholas's throbbing cock. Her own level of arousal continued to rise and she found her hips gyrating almost involuntarily in response to the wetness of her pussy. April knew it wasn't going to be easy to get Nicholas to cum again so quickly. But she wasn't worried. Even if he didn't, she could spend some time enjoying the feel and taste of his cock. The world around her disappeared as all of her attention focused on the magnificent feeling of Nicholas in her mouth. She had no idea how long she knelt there bobbing up and down on him. Several times she felt close to orgasm herself, her hips bucking in response to the heat building between her thighs. When he finally came, it was with a cry that was more animal than man. His hand grabbed a fistful of April's hair as he rose out of his seat. He arched his back, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth as his orgasm shook his whole body. In contrast to the power of his climax, the amount of cum that he shot into April's mouth was rather minimal. She quickly swallowed it down and coaxed out what little Nicholas had left to offer. Later she would probably worry that he wasn't giving her enough cum to keep her blemishes at bay. Right now though, she was content to kneel between his legs, lay her cheek on his softening member and sigh contentedly. * * * * * In the morning April studied her face carefully in the mirror. It didn't look much different than it had the night before. Maybe a little better, but she couldn't be sure. She had been told that one man wouldn't be able to provide her with enough semen to eradicate the blemishes. And even Nicholas's first load last night had been noticeably smaller than the night before. And his second orgasm, while tremendously satisfying for both of them, provided little in the way of the sperm her face needed. Worse still, it was Friday. Nicholas was having dinner with his girlfriend tonight. And, he had told April apologetically, he would be spending the weekend with her. That meant April wouldn't see him again before Monday night. What would that mean in terms of her blemishes? Much as she had enjoyed sucking Nicholas off the last few days, she had a very real need. This wasn't just about them having a good time together. The cure seemed to be working and now that it was, April never wanted to see a blemish again. If only she wasn't so dependent on Nicholas. But where else could she turn? She pictured herself sitting in a bar trying to get a man's attention, batting her eyes and smiling coyly. Hi, my name's April. No, I don't want to sleep with you, but would you be interested in a blow job? I'm pretty good at it and I swallow... How the hell was she going to find someone besides Nicholas? It seemed pretty clear that this "treatment" would work, but where would she find another man, or men, to keep her supplied with the necessary fluid? April's Dilemma Ch. 02 That morning at work, April went into the ladies room several times just to look at her face in the mirror. Were the blemishes starting to come back? She couldn't be sure, but staring at them wasn't helping her state of mind. April was distracted and it was a struggle for her to get any work done. She was totally surprised when Tina and Melissa came to her desk and said it was time for lunch. April usually went to lunch with several other women in the office. Usually it was just sandwiches in the company cafeteria, but at least one Friday a month they went out to eat. "Come on," Tina said, nodding her head toward the front door. "We're going to Hal's today. Melissa's got something to tell us!" Tina added, feigning excitement. Melissa was, April knew, unlikely to have anything to say that she wanted to hear about. It was probably about a guy she had met the night before and, knowing Melissa, had already slept with. In light of her current anxiety, April wondered if she shouldn't skip lunch this time. It would be bad enough that she was worrying herself sick about her blemishes returning. But if she had to listen to Melissa tell everyone about what a slut she was... April had always been puzzled by Melissa's lifestyle. It was just incomprehensible to her how a woman could be with men she hardly knew. All the time, too. When Tina had said Melissa had a story to tell, April took that to mean they would be spending lunch listening to Melissa describe, in more detail than April could possibly want, the guy she had met, sucked and fucked the night before. It would be especially galling today, in light of April's own worries with finding men herself. Here she was, desperately needing to meet a man or two to provide her with the sperm that would chase the blemishes from her face. And there was Melissa, a virtual cock magnet, doing so easily what April herself needed to do. April wasn't kidding herself as to the predicament she was in. Even if she were to meet a man, she had no idea how she would get things to progress quickly. Everything about April virtually screamed "prude!" It had taken Nicholas five dates over three weeks to work up the nerve to kiss her. And even then, he had admitted to her later, he hadn't been sure she'd kiss him back. While it was true that Nicholas was not the average guy in that respect, April knew that she naturally discouraged men's' advances. Now she had to overcome not only her fear of initial contact and conversation, she also had to somehow suppress the part of her personality that scared away men who were looking for something casual. And then, assuming that she could push herself to that extreme, she still had to overcome her values of her upbringing, which told her in no uncertain terms that "nice" girls simply didn't behave this way. With all of that weighing on her mind, the last thing April really wanted was to sit and listen to how easy it was for a woman like Melissa. Why couldn't Melissa be the one afflicted with this incurable disease? April thought. At least she'd have no problem finding enough men and sperm to do the trick. In fact, for all anybody knew, Melissa might have the same condition, but swallowed enough cum anyway that there would never be any blemishes! As she sat and picked listlessly at her lunch, April listened to Melissa's latest escapades. This story was impressive, even by Melissa's standards. She had met not one, but two men and somehow arranged to spend this coming weekend with them at a mountain resort. "I haven't seen Doug's cock yet," Melissa whispered loudly enough for the whole restaurant to hear. "But Tony showed me his in the parking lot and Doug says his is even bigger!" There was tittering laughter from some of the other girls. "I'll bet he 'showed' it to you!" Tina giggled. "Did he let you taste it too?" Another burst of laughter erupted, louder this time. Melissa gave a phony school-girl smile, putting the tip of her index finger to her cheek to feign innocence. "A lady never tells," she said sweetly. Her smile changed to a leer. "But I sucked him off right there in his car!" More laughter and even some clapping from the other women ensued. April sat staring at her plate, equally put off by Melissa's freewheeling lifestyle as by her own inability to mimic it. April was sure that if she didn't find a cock to suck soon, the blemishes would return, And she had to sit and listen to Melissa talk so casually about meeting a man and giving him head... just like that! Why was it so easy for her when it was virtually impossible for April? How was that fair that Melissa should be rewarded for being loose or April punished for being proper? The other women continued to laugh and joke about what would happen during Melissa's weekend in the mountains with two men. Melissa encouraged them, agreeing excitedly when someone made a suggestion that appealed to her. "If they have a Jacuzzi, do you think they'll double team you in it? "Oh, God! I hope so! There's nothing like getting it at both ends in a tub of hot bubbly water!" "Will your room have a balcony?" "Ohhh, I don't know. But if it does...." Melissa winked suggestively, then finished the sentence anyway. "I plan to get fucked leaning over the railing!" April tried to picture herself having sex on a balcony. She couldn't. Not even in her imagination was she able to conjure an image of herself bent over a balcony railing being taken from behind. Of course, it didn't matter if she could picture that or not, she told herself with a wry smile. What she needed to envision was herself on her knees on the balcony, with a man's cock in her mouth. But that vision eluded her too. She pushed her plate away and sat waiting for lunch to end. If April had been apprehensive about her blemishes in the morning, she was even worse in the afternoon. By three o'clock she was convinced that they were indeed getting worse. By the time she got home that evening, there was no doubt about it. They were coming back. The semen she had swallowed had reduced them to almost nothing. But now, with her last treatment almost a full day behind her, they were re-emerging. And, April reminded herself, Nicholas had not ejaculated a large volume of cum since the second night. Now she had the whole weekend ahead of her with virtually no chance of receiving any more semen. What would she look like by Monday? Worse, what if Nicholas spent all weekend having sex with his girlfriend and, come Monday, had only what little was left to offer her? April spent part of Friday night staring at the mirror, looking at the faint outlines of her blemishes. She didn't know if she was watching to see if they got worse or if she thought that they couldn't get worse as long as she watched. Whatever the reason, it was beginning to unnerve her. At one point April actually convinced herself that she had to go out to a local bar and at least try to meet someone. She got as far as getting dressed and opening her front door before going back to the mirror. What would she do if she went out? She didn't even know what bar to go to. Other than the occasional happy hour with her coworkers, April really didn't go out. And what would happen once she got there? Could she sit there sipping a drink at the bar hoping someone would see her and try to pick her up? April really didn't trust her own reactions in that sort of situation. She was incredibly nervous at the thought. How could she deal with it as a reality? April was not a bad looking woman. She did know that. At twenty-nine she still looked young enough to get asked for ID. Her wavy brown hair spilled over her shoulders in silky curls. Her soft brown eyes, delicate nose and high cheekbones were attractive, if not glamorous. She was pretty in a plain sort of way. She wore little in the way of makeup, yet had a wholesome, good-looking face that didn't seem to miss it. Her smile, when she was relaxed enough to let it show without being self-conscious, was actually quite beautiful. She had perfect white teeth and soft red lips that combined on those rare occasions in a way that would get any man's attention. April's body too, was one that was attractive, if not voluptuous. She was just under five and a half feet tall, had a slender build, nice hips with firm thighs and ass, thanks to her weekly workouts. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and nicely shaped. As objectively as she could, April took inventory of all these things. She easily concluded that she was indeed and attractive, desirable woman, one that men would pay attention to, even hit on. If she were to walk into a bar and order a drink, certainly someone would notice her, buy her a round and strike up a conversation. From there...? But April couldn't do it. Not alone, anyway. It was just too much of a leap for her, despite her circumstances. Maybe the next time they all went out to a happy hour, April could be bold enough to make eye contact with a stranger at the bar. At least she'd have her friends around for a bit of support and perhaps even encouragement. Of course, if the next happy hour was a week or two or three away--and it wasn't like they were planned out events--April would have a face full of ugly blemishes that would pretty much ruin her chances to meet someone new. No, she had to do something soon. Before Nicholas either stopped or became incapable of helping her. She didn't know what she had to do, but she knew that she had to figure it out and get to it without excuse or delay. April knew she simply couldn't live with these blemishes anymore. If there was a way short of suicide to get rid of them, she was going to have to make herself do it. If that meant somehow conveying to strange men in bars that she wanted to suck their cocks and swallow their cum, then she better get busy figuring out how she was going to make it happen. April wondered if she should ask Cathy, her internet acquaintance who had the same rare condition. It seemed a bit inappropriate to April, asking a stranger how she had gone about finding men to provide the necessary semen to keep those hated blemishes at bay. But Cathy certainly would understand the problem better than anyone else April knew. And it was email, which meant none of the embarrassment of discussing men, their cocks and swallowing their cum face to face. Besides, April asked herself, where else could she possibly turn at this point? She sat down at her computer and typed the email. She re-read it a half dozen times, editing various parts before she finally hit the send button. After she sent it, April got up and wandered aimlessly around the house. She had no idea what to do in the meantime. After a while, she sat down at the computer again and re-read what she had sent. Dear Cathy, Thank you again for all your help and encouragement. I have some other questions. Ones that I know are difficult for me to ask and maybe even more difficult for you to answer. With some help from an old boyfriend I have been able to try your treatment and see that it really does work. He will probably continue to help me out, but I think you're right that it won't be enough. I want to apologize in advance if I ask anything too personal, but I don't know of anyone who is more likely to understand. I know you said you were married. When you found that your husband was not providing enough, what did you do? How did you find someone else? I'm not a very outgoing person and I've only had a few boyfriends. I feel lost and was just hoping that you might be able to advise me. I can't picture myself doing what it looks like I'm going to have to do. I've never "hooked up" in a bar or anything like that. Anything that you can suggest would be so greatly appreciated. Sincerest thanks, April As April re-read the email she had sent, a new mail popped into her In box. It was from Cathy. She quickly clicked on it and read. April, Don't worry about asking personal questions! If what you're going through is anything like what I went through, it's tougher for you to ask than for me to answer. Anyway, I have a lot of info and things I've tried that I'd be happy to tell you about. But I have a couple of "treatments" lined up for tonight, so I won't have time until later tonight or tomorrow. But in the meantime take my word for it, it isn't nearly as bad as it may seem right now. Finding a man who wants to have his cock sucked is about as difficult as finding sand at the beach! LOL! Hang in there, Cathy April re-read Cathy's note and even managed to smile at her joke. Yes, it was obvious to April that it wouldn't be all that tricky to find men who wanted to get sucked off. The only problem April had was how to convey to them that she would. It was the kind of problem a woman like Melissa would never understand. It bothered April to think about Melissa, thinking about how she was probably in bed with two cum-laden men right now. She was planning to spend the weekend writhing naked in bed with them, fucking them and greedily drinking down their potent juices. April thought about it and realized that Melissa, between last night, tonight and tomorrow, would probably have the opportunity to swallow twice as much cum as April had needed to get her face to this point. Again April wondered how it could be so easy for someone like Melissa. Probably in one night she could get more semen than April had gotten all week. April read Cathy's note one last time. It definitely helped her to hear that Cathy had once been in a similar predicament and had found her way through it. The way her note casually said that she was getting two "treatments" was, well... April blinked, as it hit home that Cathy planned to suck the cocks of two men tonight. And swallow both of their hot, sticky loads. April couldn't help wonder if Cathy was going to see both of them at the same time, or if she met up with one then the other. If they were both at the same time though, did one guy watch her while she sucked the other? April decided that Cathy probably saw them individually. Two men at once was more Melissa's style. Cathy sounded a bit less wild than that. She was a woman like April herself who was only doing what she had to do because of circumstances beyond her control. Then again, Cathy made it very clear that she had changed significantly since discovering the how to eliminate the dreaded blemishes. Still, April didn't think Cathy's changing out of necessity would turn her into someone like Melissa. April certainly wouldn't become like that, even if she did have to swallow cum every day for the rest of her life. The next morning when April looked in the mirror, she nearly cried. They were back. Still not as bad as they had been, but there was no denying that they were on their way. April cursed herself for not at least trying to find a bar or a bowling alley or some place to meet a man. Just one man would have kept this from happening. So what if it would have been mortifying and humiliating and awful getting things to the point where he would cum in her mouth. At least there wouldn't be these horrible blotches on her face this morning! All she would have had to do is suck one cock last night! Even as she berated herself, April knew that she couldn't have done it anyway. There was no way she would have been able to give a man she just met a decent kiss goodnight, let alone a blow job. She remembered that Cathy was supposed to send an email with some suggestions. Maybe there would be something in there that would give her hope. With a last, defeated look in the mirror, April went to her PC to see if Cathy had emailed her. Sure enough, there was a mail from Cathy in April's In box. April quickly opened and read it. Dear April, I know exactly what you're going through. And I've got some advice that you aren't going to like, but you have to hear. Whatever way you choose to find your sources of sperm, always, always, ALWAYS remember that there is a clock ticking. If you go more than a couple days without a good dose, you're going to see your blemishes coming back. It's incredibly important that you NOT let this happen! It's going to be difficult enough for you to do this at first. It's only going to be worse, if not impossible, trying to do it with the blemishes showing. So suck it up (pun intended!) and do what you have to do get rid of them and keep them gone! That said, let me share some of my own experiences with you. Some of this may help, some may not. But at least you'll see that I was just as bad off as I could be at one time but now that I've come to terms with it, I'm doing great and enjoying my life again. Okay, when I first heard about this, I was married. I told my husband about it and (surprise, surprise!) he was more than willing to try it. At first we saw a definite improvement, which was great for both of us. Me, because I was desperate to have my face back to normal and him, well... it should be obvious enough why he thought it was great. At least at first he did. But two things happened. First, a guy may think it's a great thing to get a blow job every day, but when they actually get it, it isn't as great as they thought. Now my husband was a bit older (late forties) when I started this. After a few weeks, he really didn't have the same enthusiasm that he did at the beginning. It was taking more and more time and effort to get him to cum. And second, when he did cum, he wasn't giving me much. My blemishes never really disappeared during this time, but they got much, much better. I could hide them with makeup. But as time went on, they started to come back. I guessed immediately that it was because of how little ejaculate my husband was giving me after being sucked dry every night for two or three weeks. I found that it was actually better to give him a few nights off and let the blemishes come back a little, then get a good dose and knock them back again. That meant that a couple days every week my face was spotty, but at least I had a chance to get my face almost clear whenever we had someplace to go. When I realized that I didn't know what to do or where to turn at that point, I got a bit panicked. I'm sure you know exactly what I mean. I had been married a long time and so I had no idea where to look for men. I tried the internet first. While it may work for you, I would say most of my experiences with it were bad at best. First, the regular dating sites seemed to be too time consuming. I didn't really want to meet someone. I just needed to get what I needed, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am! There were some sites that claimed to be just what I needed: hook up sites for people who just wanted to have sex with strangers. At the time I thought it was too good to be true, and, as it turned out, I was right. Half of the people I contacted turned out to be kids who were just looking for a cheap email thrill. Then there was the sleaze element, the guys that were looking for hookers. I guess professional women use those sites to get business. When I actually did find guys who seemed normal, half of the time we couldn't work out a rendezvous or we did and I got stood up. And on the rare occasions I did meet up with a guy, they weren't always happy that all they were getting was a blow job. I always told them up front that was all, but I guess they didn't believe me or figured they could charm their way into my pants once they met me. Oh, and only one time did I ever see a man I had met that way more than once! Either they were out to find new women all the time or I give the worst head! LOL! Anyway, I'm not to discourage you from trying it. Just don't expect it to be the solution to your problem. Meeting guys in public places like clubs and bars works to some extent. At least it worked out better for me than the online hook-up sites. It helps sooo much if you have a friend who is active in the singles scene. I was lucky enough to work with a girl who went out pretty regularly. I wound up confiding in her and she was a wonderful help. I admit, I would have probably not had the nerve on my own to do what I needed to do quickly enough to keep the blemishes away. She was that extra push I needed. Plus, she already knew tons of people she could introduce me to. ;) April's Dilemma Ch. 02 "The problems with my husband started almost as soon as I started going out with her. He knew what the problem was and he said he didn't blame me for doing what I had to do. But after I had some success in getting enough semen to clear my blemishes up completely, I think it made him feel really inadequate. Not to mention, he must have figured out that it wasn't just one guy that was supplying me. For a while he just slept in the guest room, but eventually it was too much for him. "I can't say I blame the poor guy. He had to deal with his wife going out giving blowjobs ALL the time! Not to scare you, but when I say all the time, I do mean ALL THE TIME! I hope you like giving head. If you don't, it could be a problem. I told you I've tried alternate methods of getting it and none of them work nearly as well as getting it straight from the source. "If you have a guy put it in a glass for you, you'll have trouble getting it all out. You'll probably wind up wasting a quarter of it. Plus, and I know I have no real evidence of this, it's just a hunch, something about it being exposed to the air too long seems to diminish its effectiveness. I've tried to store the stuff, but it just doesn't keep. Whatever is in the sperm that makes the blemishes go away doesn't anyway. And if you have a tough time swallowing it when you're giving head (I did), you'll have a really awful time trying to drink a glass right out of the fridge! LOL! "But back to your problem of how to find donors. If you don't have a girlfriend or someone you can go out with, you're going to have to do some hunting on your own. Bars and clubs can be quite a test if you aren't comfortable with those sorts of places. My advice would be to go to ones where you know black guys hang out. White guys will spend all night trying to be witty and charming and might never even try anything. And it means you've got to be the one to encourage them, which, considering what bozos they can be, isn't always easy. "Black men are different. They can be brutally direct. I had one ask me straight out if I had ever sucked a black dick! Needless to say, I got my dosage shortly after that! And a pretty big one (not just the dosage) too! "Oh, and be careful about taking guys into your confidence and telling them about your condition. Once they tell a few friends, it becomes a joke and then you become a joke. Some guys are sweet about it, but a lot of them have been hurtful. The most unpleasant situations I've ever been in have been from guys who have heard about my problem walking up to me and offering, oh-so-generously, to let me suck them off. The worst times have been when I didn't have anyone else lined up and had to actually blow these losers. "So be careful. The less men know, the less they can hurt you. I've found that it's better that they think you're a slut than desperate. At least a slut can turn them down. But if they think you need it as bad as they want it, well, it can be a bit humbling. Because, let's face it, you need something they've got. "Okay, I know I've rambled a bit and maybe didn't answer all of your questions. But let me just summarize it for you. "Online hook up sites might be worth looking into, but don't get your hopes up too high. The advantage to them is that you do everything over email, so if you have a tough time face to face, this isn't a bad way to go. Just be prepared to do a lot of weeding out. "Bars and clubs are okay too, if you are comfortable in that element. I have to say that it was several months before I got to the point where I could do that by myself and I would still rather go with a friend. If you know someone who does a lot of clubbing, get her to help you meet men. It was the best thing for me. If you have to go alone, look for black men. Trust me, they'll take all the guesswork out of it. "The thing is, once you've gotten to know a bunch of guys, it gets soooo much easier. You just pick up the phone and call until you find one that's available. And that's usually not to difficult. Remember, men love, LOVE getting blowjobs, so they're going to be pretty cooperative with a woman who wants to see them once or twice a week just to do that! "One last thing that just occurred to me: watch out for the guys who want to "rescue" you from your lifestyle. If they don't know why you're running around sucking cocks all the time, they're going to assume that it's some flaw in you. And then they'll try to "help" you and "fix" whatever is wrong. It's sweet, but misguided. Guys like that it's better to cross off your list of suppliers. "Well, I know I dumped a lot on you and I hope at least some of it helps. Please feel free to email me with any questions you have. Good luck. I know it seems impossible right now, but believe me, if I managed to get through it, anyone can! Cathy" April sat staring at Cathy's email for a long time. As helpful as her new friend was trying to be, April was more intimidated than ever. April had been thinking about trying dating sites, but, not having any experience, had been hoping Cathy would tell her where to start with them. Now it looked like the "easy way" of meeting a man, or men, wasn't the magic bullet that April had been hoping for. April had been thinking she would try a dating site, meet a bunch of candidates online and then pick the lucky guy. But what Cathy said made sense. Men on those sites wouldn't necessarily be the one-night stand types. Or, at least they wouldn't be obvious about it if they were. That would leave it up to April to reveal herself, and she just didn't know if that would work for her. How would she tell a man, even via email, that she was ready and willing to suck his cock? There might be some coy way of letting a man know these things, but April had no idea what that might be. The one-night-stand sites, which April hadn't even known existed, would have intimidating in their own right. April wasn't sure she'd have been brazen enough to try that route anyway. She didn't think she could initiate a correspondence with someone who would assume she wanted to have sex with them... even though that was precisely the case! And if it would require sorting through a bunch of frauds and unsavory characters for minimal returns, well... As for girlfriends who might help, that was a laugh. Most of April's friends were cut from the same cloth as she herself. They were more likely to be in church on Sunday morning than in a bar on Saturday night. Many were still single, but rarely dated and were not the types to hang out in clubs to meet men in any event. How would talking a friend or two into going out with her help? April could picture herself huddled in a corner with one or two of her girlfriends, afraid to make eye contact with any of the men in the bar. Afraid even to talk about what they were doing there in the first place. And for certain, April would never be able to share with them her real motivation. April half smiled and half cringed at her friends' imagined response to her problem... and its solution. Not that she and her friends had never discussed their sex lives before. But it had always been kept vague and heavily laced with euphemisms. These weren't the kind of women with whom April could expect a frank discussion about strategies for finding men looking for blow jobs. April couldn't even imagine their reactions to being told that her only hope for clearing up her face was to swallow cum ever day. As for Cathy's suggestion about looking for black men, well... That just flat-out horrified April. Not that she was racist; she got along with everyone and would never presume to judge a person based on their color, religion, sex, etc. But for some reason the idea of big black man towering over her, his huge black cock in his hand, pointed at her trembling lips, was plain terrifying for her. And if he was aggressive, as Cathy had indicated, that would only amplify April's fears. Would a man like that grab the back of her head and savage her mouth with his mammoth tool? Would he force it down her throat, gagging or even choking her? April had been approached by black men before and knew that Cathy was right. They had a raw sexual power and a directness about them that was totally different from the white guys she knew. That sexual presence, while potentially exciting, was simply too overpowering for April. It was like watching the latest thrill ride at an amusement park. From the ground it might seem fun, even tempting. But there was no way April could see herself being strapped into it, submitting to its dangerous, if exhilarating twists and plunges. All of which left her in the same place she had been the night before. Except now she didn't have the hope that Cathy would provide her with a solution. April got up and looked at her face in the mirror. The blemishes were returning. Her face was reverting to the nightmare it had been and she was powerless to stop it. If she had been unable to push herself out the door last night to find a man, there was no way she'd be able to do it today. She was insecure enough without the added burden of the blemishes. April's only real hope was that Nicholas would be back Monday night and would not be drained from having sex with his girlfriend over the weekend. She knew that she needed more of a plan than that though. If last week was any indication, April might get enough sperm from him to get her blemishes under control. But by the end of last week, he had been barely giving her enough to keep them at bay. And it was all too likely that he wouldn't be able to see April during the coming weekend. She knew that if she was going to find someone on her own, she'd have to do it while her blemishes were at their least visible. She had to have something set up for Thursday or Friday. Some plan or other that would at least give her a shot at getting the sperm she needed to swallow to keep her face clear. April decided that, despite Cathy's advice, she would try an online dating site. Not the meet-for-sex type, just the normal dating site. At the very least, April rationalized, it would give her a chance to work out how best to meet men and convey her need to them. April surfed to a few different sites before finally selecting one. She didn't know why she picked that one over the others. It was either pure chance or something subconscious. She really had no idea what she was looking for or what men coming to these sites were expecting. So her choice was little more than a roll of the dice. She started filling out an online profile, trying to make herself sound like a party girl. But April really didn't know what to say or how to say it and eventually she decided to keep it simple and vague. She found a picture of herself that predated the blemishes and used that. It was a nice picture, but nothing about it really said anything sexy. It could have been from the ID badge of the town librarian. April looked it over a few times before finally submitting it. Once it was sent, she worried that it was too bland, that no one would see it and contact her. Even as she thought this though, another part of her was thinking that total strangers were going to see this and want to meet her. It was one of the more adventurous things April had ever done in that respect. Still, she worried about who would contact her. A sincere, kind man like Nicholas was not what she needed right now. She wanted someone who was going to aggressively try to get in her pants. There wasn't time to waste. April sat in front of the computer fretting that the profile she had posted would attract the sweet guys and scare away the ones she needed right now. But she just didn't know how to make herself sound racy without coming across as a slut or a phony. April hemmed and hawed about making changes to her profile, but in the end left it unchanged. She might as well see what kind of response she got first and take it from there. If she got any responses, she told herself. April wondered what she would say and how things would go with men she met online. She still wasn't sure that she could do what she knew she had to do. Maybe she would get lucky and meet someone that she could feel comfortable enough with that it wouldn't be too difficult for her. The idea of meeting someone over the internet, where she was safely insulated, appealed to her. But how to transition from that safety to putting her face in his lap, ideally on their first date, well... April was shy around men she didn't know well. Even with Nicholas, when he came over the second night, things had gone slowly. And not only had she sucked his cock the night before, but they both knew that was exactly why he was there again. When he walked in the door, they both knew he was going to get a blowjob and it still took time and beating around the bush to get down to it. How would she ever manage with someone she didn't know so well? April wondered if it wouldn't be easier if a man was more dominant. If he pulled it out and told her to get on her knees and suck it. Wouldn't that take the burden off of her? She would just do exactly as she was told, and in the bargain get the mouthful of cum she needed. No uncertainty about what to say or do next to get to that point. Just get right down to it. But where to find such a man? And not only would he have to be aggressive and dominant like that, he would have to be able to look at April and see a woman who would be compliant. Most men would probably dismiss her as being too timid or assume that she was a prude. Would an aggressive man like she was picturing even bother with her? He'd probably expect her to run away screaming. April knew she was shy, but was she also submissive? If she was thinking that if it would be easier for a man to come right out and tell her to suck his cock, she must be. At least to some extent. Yes, she had a condition that would make giving head a necessity for her. But if she wasn't submissive, would she really view an aggressive man as a possible solution? * * * * * April milled around the house the rest of the day, unable to go outside. The next day was more of the same. She continually checked back on the dating site, but had no takers yet. With nothing to do but look in the mirror, check her email and bounce off the walls, the weekend went slowly. Late Sunday afternoon, April sent an email to Nicholas asking him to come over Monday night. She wanted to tell him that the blemishes were back and she needed a belly full of his cum right away. But even with someone like Nicholas, she couldn't find a way she felt comfortable saying it. So she left it vague. Certainly he would know why she wanted him to come over. And what he would be getting once he got there. It wasn't until she was getting ready for bed that Nicholas replied. He told her that he wouldn't be able to see her tomorrow. April's stomach dropped at that. She continued reading his reason, but the words hardly registered. All she knew was she wasn't going to get any sperm to clear up her face. She wanted to cry. But she didn't. Instead, she took the opportunity to remind herself that she couldn't depend on Nicholas. Even if he were available seven days a week, which he wasn't, April still would need more. If she wanted to get her face back, she would have to do things. Things that she had never thought she could or would do. But there was no choice. April was desperate. She re-read Nicholas's email. He was going straight from work to a doctor's appointment and from there out to dinner with his fiancee. April took note of the way he said fiancee instead of girlfriend. April had known they were serious, but not that they were engaged. Funny how it slipped Nicholas's mind last week, she though, while he was sitting on her sofa with his cock in her mouth! But April really didn't want to mess up anything for Nicholas. She would be genuinely happy for him under any other set of circumstance. But April had placed too much of her hope on him to let it go now. He simply had to help her. April sat and typed a reply. It was the most direct sexual thing she had ever said to a man. "Nick, it's an emergency. The blemishes are back. Pick me up on the way to the doctor. I'll suck you on the way there. You can drop me at home on your way to dinner." April didn't expect Nicholas to take her up on that. But maybe he would stop and let her suck him off quickly before he went to his appointment. "No good," Nicholas emailed back. "I'll be meeting her at the doctor's office. What about lunch?" She blinked, completely surprised that Nicholas would suggest a "quickie" at lunch time. But if that was when she had to get her fix, April would find a way to meet him. "Okay," she wrote back, noticing the tingling she experienced as she realized she was making a date to suck a cock on her lunch break. "Pick me up at my work as close to noon as you can." "Okay," he replied. "Probably about quarter after. Should I pick up sandwiches?" "You can get yourself a sandwich," April wrote, feeling the tingling between her legs intensify a couple notches. "But I think we both know what I'll be having for lunch!" April was wet by the time she hit the send button. Tomorrow at lunch time she was going to lean across the front seat of Nicholas's car, unzip his pants and suck his cock. He was going to cum in her mouth and she would swallow every drop... Just the idea that all of this was set up in advance was dizzying to her. The anticipation of it all had her so wound up that she had trouble falling asleep. Hopefully, he had not been too busy this weekend and would have a good-sized load to give her. The next morning her excitement about her lunchtime rendezvous was dampened considerably by the look of her face. She was practically back to where she started. Now she would have to face a bunch of co-workers who would wonder why April's newest treatment suddenly stopped working for her. Maybe she could lie and say she went away for the weekend and left her medicine at home. But that was probably a bad idea. They knew she didn't go places very often and would probably ask a lot of questions. In the end April decided to tell them that the doctor had started her out on the lowest dosage and would increase it if necessary. That sounded plausible enough and was straightforward enough that there wouldn't be too many questions. That was good, because April was not a very good liar. When she arrived at work, she felt eyes on her. Everyone noticed that her face was back to what it had been. April felt naked under their stares. Very few of them asked her about it though. When someone did, April trotted out her rehearsed line about the doctor toying with the dosage and that seemed to be more than enough to satisfy their curiosity. By eleven o'clock, April was thinking less about blemishes and more about Nicholas. He would be driving up to the front door to pick her up in just over an hour. April wondered if Nicholas was getting excited thinking about it. She wondered if he had ever gotten a lunch time blow job in his car before. Should she ask him? She felt the tingling return as she imagined herself unzipping his fly, looking at him and saying, "So, Nick, do you usually spend your lunch driving around with a woman sucking you?" She was still smiling when Tina tapped her on the shoulder and said it was time for lunch. "C'mon!" Tina said. "Time to get all the dirt on Melissa's weekend!" April looked up, uncomprehending. "You know," Tina said in reply to April's _expression. "The two guys? The mountain getaway weekend?" It came back to April in a flash. Hadn't she just been lamenting the fact that Melissa had been spending the weekend getting filled up with cum and April, who desperately needed it, was getting none? April's Dilemma Ch. 02 "I can't," April told her friend. "I have to go somewhere." "I'll have her come by later and tell you about it!" Tina teased. It was pretty well known around the office that April felt uncomfortable listening to Melissa's stories. Of course, April reminded herself, by the time lunch was over, she would have given a blowjob more recently than Melissa! What were the odds of that ever happening? April almost giggled out loud at the thought. As she stood in the lobby waiting for Nicholas, she caught herself shuffling from one foot to the other, almost like she was dancing. She knew she was a little nervous about what would happen when Nicholas pulled up. Neither of them lived close enough to get to one of their places and back. So whatever was going to happen had to happen in the car. There were some roads not far away that weren't well traveled and had very few buildings or houses on them. April was going to suggest Nicholas just drive along those while she did her thing. Or his thing, she corrected herself with a smile. She felt the chill of nervous excitement shoot up her spine. Was she really standing in the lobby at work waiting to give a blow job? While driving around in broad daylight, no less? Maybe she should start hanging around with Melissa! The anticipation was practically making her vibrate. When she finally saw Nicholas's car coming toward her, she almost ran out to meet him. "Why don't you ride out that road past the horse farm," April suggested to Nicholas as she slipped into his car and pulled her seatbelt across her lap. Even as she clicked the belt into place, April realized she'd have to unbuckle it to do what she was here to do. Nicholas tried once to start a conversation, but neither of them seemed all that interested in talking. April knew all she could think about was leaning over and putting her face down in his lap. If he was anywhere near as distracted as she was, it would be a wonder if they didn't wind up in a car wreck. A few minutes later, he turned the car down a narrow, tree-lined road. There was a farm on one side, but beyond that, there was very little. April's whole body flushed with warmth as she told herself this was it! It was time to do this! Hardly believing what she was seeing, April watched her own hands unbuckle Nicholas's belt, unsnap his pants and lower his zipper. With one last deep breath, April reached her hands into his pants and leaned down into his lap. A moment later, his rock hard member sprang from his pants and April wasted no time putting her mouth over it. It was lucky that she was quick about it, because Nicholas, apparently very turned on by the circumstances, lasted less than a minute. April had barely started bobbing on him when she felt him tighten up. Then she was tasting his hot cum on her tongue. She swallowed it and continued sucking, draining everything she could from him. It was a nice big load, the size of the one that had almost gagged that first time last week. April sat up and looked at the clock on the dashboard. They still had plenty of time. "Wanna go again?" she asked. Nicholas turned, his eyes opening wide. "Uh, I don't know if I'll be able to again before it's time to get back," he said. But Nicholas's voice betrayed excitement and April suspected that he could and would do it again, with time to spare. As they continued along the rural road, April reached her hand over and gently squeezed Nicholas's softened member. She ran her fingers lightly along his length and around the smooth skin of his head. "I like it, you know," April said softly without looking at him. "Whu... what?" Nicholas asked. "Sucking you," she whispered. Her words were barely audible, but April knew he had heard her. She gave his cock a squeeze and felt it starting to get hard again. Five minutes later, he was hard as a rock and in her mouth again. It was especially rewarding to April when he came the second time. Particularly because he had to pull over. Like he had the previous week, he let out an animal groan as he climaxed. The amount of cum that she reaped for the effort probably wasn't worth it, but the feeling of satisfaction they both were left with definitely was. They sat on the side of the road for a few minutes before Nicholas could zip his pants and drive again. While they sat there in silence, April savored the tingly feeling his sperm had left in her mouth. Not only was it very satisfying to suck him off that way, but it would beat back the blemishes too. April sighed softly. It had been one of the best lunches she had had in a long time.