18 comments/ 41288 views/ 19 favorites I Once Was Blind... By: frogintexas (C) Copyright 2005, revised 2006, 2009 by frog, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. This story is erotic fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse the behavior described in this story. All persons and events in this story are completely fictitious and ANY similarity to persons living or dead or to actual events is purely coincidental. Doris indeed was beautiful, but had no comprehension of her own good looks. Given the ways in which most people related to her, Doris imagined that she was almost invisible. That concept was easy for her to grasp, because Doris was blind. Prologue Doris hated her name. Why couldn't she have been named something exotic or fashionable, like Madison or Alexis or Riley? Those were names of the visible ones, the exciting ones, the popular ones. Doris was a name for the invisible, the girl that no one noticed, the girl who people passed without speaking, the poor unfortunate with the white cane. Doris Elaine Smith had been blind since birth. She had never seen a sunset, a cloud, another person, or herself. Doris was a very young child when she discovered that others possessed this thing called sight. In the years following, she mostly was angry...angry at whatever God had made her this way; angry at the people who talked louder to her because she was blind even though nothing was wrong with her hearing; angry at her parents for simultaneously doing too little and too much for her; and angry because as soon as the do-gooders had helped her across a street or to a classroom, they left her very much alone. As Doris grew older, her anger evolved into fierce independence. Her feelings of isolation continued to grow as well. She learned how to live as a blind person and take care of herself fully. She tried using a guide dog for a while, but the animal brought an extra burden of responsibility, so she instead worked hard to develop her ability to get along with just her other senses and her trusty cane. As the years progressed, she excelled in school all own her own, and she held more mental maps of her surroundings in her head than most people had thoughts. By middle school, she had become very self-assured largely because more and more elements in her life were stable, unchanging. Then suddenly her world turned upside down. Puberty! Her body, once one of her constants, was changing almost daily. Hormones began to course through her body along with the wild thoughts that accompanied them. Breasts and shapely hips appeared along with new, very different hair here and there. Worse were those amazing menstrual periods. All of these very normal parts of maturation Doris could feel, but could not see. High school brought good and bad. The bad part of high school for Doris was the loneliness. The good part was that by the time she was seventeen, she had become accustomed to her new body. It was then that the most amazing part of all emerged—her sexuality, that mysterious, perplexing, disturbing, wonderful phenomenon—along with so many unanswered questions. In her search for answers, she read all the books that she could find, but the Braille books had only words. There were no pictures. Her imagination brimmed with unconfirmed ideas about her feelings, boys, her own body, relationships, and about that unnamed powerful force that caused her to manipulate herself to shattering orgasms almost every night. The questions piled up within Doris, yet she had no source of answers. Her parents were no help at all. They were good, conservative, born-again Baptists who believed that sex was for procreation only. Her mother couldn't even bring herself to discuss Doris' menstrual cycle. Doris' mom gave up in the middle of a vague discussion of original sin and simply provided Doris an explanatory book, one written for young children. If something as natural as her cycle was an uncomfortable subject for her mother, then conversation about sex was an unthinkable. Doris had no real friends to provide insights either. There were people who helped her get from place to place, but they weren't friends to whom she could bare her very soul. Her teachers offered no help either. They thought that since she was so quietly self-sufficient, then she must be on top of all aspects of her life. As a result, the normal school yard learning about sex from peers or teachers was lost with Doris. Nonetheless, deep inside her were raging fires that seemed to be burning out of control. Her nightly masturbatory acts only made matters worse. In other words, Doris was about as horny as a teenaged girl could get. After graduating from high school, Doris convinced her parents to allow her to enroll in the local junior college. More importantly, she talked them into renting an apartment for her across the street from the college. That was the only way, she had argued, for her to put in the extra time she needed to keep up in classes and to become accustomed to her new environment. The real reason, of course, was that she was desperate to be on her own and away from her conservative parents. Her mother and father finally relented and that started a bold new chapter in her eighteen-year-old life. The apartment complex had a swimming pool at its center and that is where our little story really begins. Doris fell in love with the exquisite feelings of warm sun or cool water on her body, sensations that she had just come to know. The pool quickly became her favorite place to read and study, or to simply be in touch with her feelings. She could hardy wait each afternoon to don her brand new swim suit and head for the pool...and her new life. Chapter 1 "I saw her pubes, dude...her pubes! I saw the girl's pubes close up." "I don't believe that, Jerome...no way, man...you're lying." "It's true. Dude, she's blind...the girl can't see a fucking thing. She was out by the swimming pool getting some sun...and wearing this like blue swimsuit...she was just laying there. So, I like walked right up to her and said, "Hi." She smiled and said "hi" back, real quiet like. I just leaned over and like stared right at her pussy area, man...right at it. She never knew! And, poking out from around the edges of her swim suit were pussy hairs...I swear! I saw 'em right there...and, all the time, she just laid there and smiled." "No, shit. That's amazing. Damn, I wish I had been there with you!" Like Doris, Jerome was a junior college student, but similarities stopped there. Jerome worked part-time as a maintenance man for the apartment complex when he wasn't trying to catch air or grind a stair rail on his skateboard. Pool cleanup was his favorite part of the otherwise dead-end job because of the young women who sun bathed daily by the pool. He imagined that those women all admired his lean, sinewy physique while he worked shirtless at poolside, although few, if any, of the resident bathing beauties actually did. The affluent girls in this apartment complex had their sights set a lot higher than the maintenance man, or maintenance boy, as it were. Jerome had just completed high school...and that by the skin of his teeth. Jerome's friend, on the other hand, had a body that drew undivided attention for women. His name was Mike Hammerle, but most people, even his teachers, knew him as "Hammer." While not the sharpest knife in the drawer intellectually, Hammer's muscular build and rugged good looks had pretty much gotten him through life, so far. Mike's downfall with most women came, however, when he opened his mouth. Most women quickly saw past his Adonis looks and found underneath a painfully shy, very simple person. Hammer was much more comfortable playing video games with Jerome than trying to talk to girls or anyone for that matter. "Think about it, man," said Jerome. "A guy could hang with this chick and look anywhere he wanted, any time...she'd never know. I bet you could sit in her living room and be real quiet and she would even know you were there!" "Get the fuck out of here," said Hammer. "Blind people have like extraterrestrial perception or something like that. They can hear like your heart beating and shit." A puzzled look came over Jerome's face, one with which Hammer was very familiar. "Extra what perception? Well, what ever...the deal is she also is a good looking babe...sort of...I mean, her face is sort of plain, but she has like this long reddish-brown hair; these kind of small, but perfectly round tits; skinny waist; very nice ass...long skinny legs that like go forever. She is hot looking...in a sort of plain kind of way. I mean she doesn't wear lots of makeup...in fact, none at all...and she doesn't wear like tight sexy outfits and stuff...she is kind of...wholesome looking...that's it...wholesome!" Now it was Hammer who looked perplexed. "You know...like a girl that might live next door or something," Jerome explained. "Must be awful being blind," mused Hammer. "Not being able to see nothing...man!" "Dude, you are missing the point here. A guy could do things with this chick that are fucking impossible with the normal cold-as-ice babes around here. Check this out: One, she doesn't know what you look like. You could be the world's ugliest dude and it wouldn't matter to her. Two, you could like shine a light up her dress...and check out her panties. She would never know. How could she? Just think about it!" "How does she watch television and stuff...being blind and all?" Mike Hammerle's brow was furrowed in deep concern. Then a more major thought pushed its way into his mind. "Oh, man...what about video games? Shit...she can't play video games. I can't even think about that!" With that, Jerome simply rolled his eyes. Sometimes Hammer had a hard time following a conversation, no matter how convincing the argument. ***** Doris sat poolside blissfully enjoying the warm sun combined with a gentle breeze that flowed across her lotion-covered skin. The sensation was exquisite. Two other girls sunned nearby and, as usual, paid no attention to Doris, except perhaps a bit of pity. Doris, however, listened to their conversation with great interest, especially as one girl regaled the other about her most recent, now failed relationship with a guy. Doris had almost lost interest when one of the girls in a stage whisper said, "Hey, check it out...it's Hammer and, gag me, Jero-o-ome." Doris' curiosity grew until the whispering finally continued. "Who did you say?" "That's Mike Hammerle coming through the gate...oh, god, is he beautiful or what...and that bulge in his jeans..." The last remark was followed by soft giggles. "Have you every seen such a fine ass? And those shoulders? Oh, my! Makes my little pulse rate go up just looking at him." "And the bulge?" "Oooo, yes...that makes something else pulse." "He is pretty, that's for sure. But, why is he hanging out with that gross geek Jerome?" "Oh, Jerome, isn't so bad...if you like skateboard types." Both girls laughed aloud. "There something about 'bad boy' types like Jerome that I like...in a strange sort of way." "You naughty girl, you. What would your mother say if she knew you were having such nasty thoughts? Mine would send me straight to the confessional!" "My mother? Ha! My mother has been fucking our gardener for years, so she would be, let's just say, supportive of nasty thoughts...and deeds!" "Oh my god, for real? I mean, for real, she's fucking the gardener?" "Caught them once doing the dirty in our tool shed myself." "Oh my god!" "Truth! Alejandro, the gardener, was eating my mom's little twat right there in front of God and everybody. I watched them through a little crack in the wall. It was awesome." "Holy shit!" "Old Alejandro wasn't handsome, but I guess he has a talented tongue. Mom clearly enjoyed it. Ooops, head's up...here they come...hmm, I wonder what that bad boy Jerome can do with his tongue? "Euuuu!" squealed one of the girls. "Gross." "I'm much more interested in Hammer's bulge!" "Mmmmm...no doubt." Doris had heard every word and was dumbfounded by the conversation both in frankness and content. One of the girls was talking about her mother having sex, for goodness sake. Doris couldn't imagine her own mother having sex of any kind much less with a Mexican gardener in a tool shed. The concept of "eating twat" was mystifying as well. To what act the girl had referred was pretty easy to figure out, but the idea of the act was totally foreign to Doris. That someone might purposely do such a thing was a fascinating, very new notion for Doris. Fantasies about what that might feel like began to race through Doris' fertile mind. Doris was about to lose herself totally in that fantasy when she was jolted back to reality by a deep voiced, "Hi, again," obviously directed at her. Doris jerked to attention. "Hello," she choked. "I'm Jerry and this is my friend, Ham...ah...Michael. I met you out here the other day." Jerry? Michael? Hammer thought. Where in the world did Jerome come up with that shit? Jerome continued, "But, I didn't get your name? I mean...mind if we join you? I didn't mean to scare you or nothing." Doris gathered all her courage, straightened her back, and prepare for social discourse. "No, I mean, yes. I mean, yes, you can join me; no, you didn't scare me at all. It's nice to meet you...both. I'm Doris." The words had not come easily, but at least she had gotten them out. The scraping sound of a chaise lounge being dragged across the cement followed. Doris felt things being moved close to her. Involuntarily, she clutched her towel to her bosom for security. "I'm Jerry...ah...guess I already said that...anyway...ah...I just wanted you to know that if you ever need any help around here...well...I'm your 'go to' guy. I work here...and go to school too...this is a part-time job...not a career...but, anyway, I'm here all the time. You need something, you just call out for Jero...ah, Jerry." Old feelings of defensiveness rose immediately within Doris. "I appreciate that, Jerry, but I do pretty well on my own. Thanks for your kind offer though." "No problem," said Jerome. Doris sensed that Jerome was now very close to her. Defensively, she held out her hand. "Thanks and I am pleased to make your acquaintance," Doris said. A hand took hers. It was the strong, sandpaper hand of a person who worked with rough things and rough jobs. "Likewise," said Jerome. Doris felt him move her hand into another place in space. "And this here is Michael," said Jerome. A giant, very soft hand suddenly enveloped hers. It surely belonged to someone big and strong...yet, gentle. "Hi," said Hammer almost in a whisper. Doris smiled broadly. "He don't talk much," muttered Jerome. "But, you should taste his quesadillas!" "I'd like that," smiled Doris still holding Mike's warm hand in hers. "Maybe we could come over sometime and fix 'em for you," said Jerome. Such quick thinking on Jerome's part didn't always happen, but suddenly he was on a roll, it seemed. "Yeah," Jerome continued, "We, I mean, Hammer can cook up very tasty stuff." A bit of a shock ran through Doris. That sounded almost like a request for a date. She had not yet enjoyed such an experience. She struggled to recover. "Well...ah...sure that would be fun...sometime...I just live right over there...number 14." "Cool," exclaimed Jerome. "Gotta go to work now...damn it...enjoy the pool...looks like it is gonna cloud over and maybe rain...those dark clouds over there...a well, I guess...you didn't...ah...anyway...they are there and so...you should know...ah...that." Doris smiled weakly. Jerome's would-be suave conversation had just taken an uncomfortable turn. Hammer turned beet red in sympathy. Doris suddenly realized that she was still holding Mike's hand. She quickly pulled away and then forced another big smile. "Well, see you around," said Jerome. He immediately regretted his choice of words. "Ok, see you," said Doris. Jerome laughed at the irony...a little too loud. "It was nice to meet you," said Hammer awkwardly. His voice was rich, deep, and dark. Doris instantly liked it. She promised herself to recall the sound of it later. "Well, just walk away without speaking, Hammer," shouted one of the girls nearby. "Hey, girls," shouted Jerome. "Just walk away without speaking, Jerome," muttered the other girl with an entirely different inflection in her voice. "Very funny, Heather." "Our toilet still doesn't work right, Jerome." "I'll get right on that, Heather...next week." Suddenly Hammer laughed aloud. "What?" snarled Jerome. "You said you would get right on that...the toilet...you would get right on the toilet...ha...get it...pretty funny...huh," explained Mike. Doris quietly smiled. What a lovely voice he has, she thought. "That's really stupid, Hammer," groaned Jerome. ***** Later back in her apartment, Doris gathered the dirty clothes that she carefully sorted each night after wearing them. Whites went in one hamper, darks in another, and delicates in yet another. Each was marked with a Braille tag. She felt around in her spare change dish until she had identified enough quarters to do her wash. After a carefully rehearsed walk from her apartment, she arrived at the laundry room and was greatly relieved that no one was there. She didn't like having to feel inside each washer in the room in order to find an empty one. That process was even worse when another person was watching. Doris was about to put coins in the white load when she heard that voice again. Certainly it had to be his. This time it seemed to be in a far away place. She concentrated on the sound for a moment and, to her surprise, it seemed to be coming from behind the washers. Quietly, Doris felt her way along the machines until she reach the last one. The voice was coming from the direction of her feet. She crouched down and found the sound source with her fingers. It was a wire-covered square low on the wall. Cool air rushed in through the square. They are in a room on the other side of the wall, Doris thought. Must be the maintenance room over there, she reasoned. Doris was about to return to her wash when she heard words that sent a chill through her body. "I told you that blind girl was pretty, didn't I?" said Jerome. "She is prettier than I thought she would be," answered Hammer. "She seemed very nice too." Doris froze in front of the small opening. They were talking about her! And best of all, they said...she was pretty. Goose bumps instantly formed all over Doris' body. No one, not even her parents, had ever called her pretty. "Nice body, huh," continued Jerome. "Man, what I wouldn't give to see her naked. Dude, I was checking out her sweet pussy mound the whole time we were talking to her." Doris' goose bumps turned suddenly to droplets of sweat. All the air seemed to leave the room. She grabbed for the side of a washer to keep from falling over. The velvet voice interrupted. "Funny but with those dark glasses she had on you wouldn't even know Doris was blind...except for that cane, I guess...I liked her smile...must be damn hard to be blind," said Hammer. From his position at the work bench, Jerome looked at Hammer as if he was from Mars. Then a light broke across Jerome's craggy face. "I've got it!" shouted Jerome. "I have the perfect plan. Dude, check this out. What did she say her name was?" I Once Was Blind... "Doris." "Right, ok. Doris comes home from school about the same time every day, right?" "I don't know..." "Trust me, she does...and what does she do most everyday?" "Ah..." "She goes to the pool!" There was a long pause. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" "I guess so," mumbled Mike. He had heard that question from people before...often as a matter of fact. "The pool...get it? To go to the pool, she first has to go home and change into her swim suit...right...to change into her swim suit, she has to get...naked. See? So, that's it." "I'm still not following..." "Dude, tomorrow we let ourselves into her apartment with my master key and we find a place to hide. Jesus, what am I saying, we don't even have to hide. We just get out of the way where she can't hear us or bump into us. She comes home, gets naked...and we watch all we want to!! She never knows! Fucking A! I'm brilliant! A little while later, she's ready to go to the pool...she leaves; we leave. It's perfect. God, this is a fucking brilliant idea!" Jerome had begun to rush around the small room as if he had just uncovered the theory of relativity. Hammer's look of utter confusion brought him back to reality. On the other side of the wall, Doris' heart was pounding furiously. She should have been horrified, but somehow she wasn't. She should run to the authorities, but she wouldn't. Instead, her breath became short and her pussy began to throb. The hot, close laundry room now seemed like a steaming jungle as sweat popped out all over her face and body. "I don't know, Jerome," said Hammer quietly. "That just ain't right. I mean, she's a nice girl...and she is blind and all. That just wouldn't be...I don't know...I wouldn't be right. And, what if we got caught? They would throw us in jail for messing with a blind person." "If she finds out we are there, what's she gonna do...fucking identify us? Hell, no. She fucking can't see us. We just walk away. She would never know who it was." "I don't think so...count me out. You're just going to get me in trouble...again." "Well, fuck you then. Don't go with me...you'll miss seeing the beautiful Doris naked; you'll miss being able to stare at her pussy all you want; and you'll miss seeing what those firm little boobies of hers look like...I bet they are beauties...yum, yum!" The obscenity in his voice made Doris feel faint. She fought back two urges—one to throw up; the other to run away. Still, her pussy throbbed like it never had done before. "I going in tomorrow with or without you, Hammer," hissed Jerome. Doris could hardly breathe. The new voice from behind her came by such a surprise that Doris' heart almost exploded in the process. "Lose something, honey?" said the voice of an older lady. Doris stood up as if she was snapping to attention. In doing so she banged her head loudly on a shelf above her. "Oh, it's you," said the voice. "I'm sorry to have startled you. Whatcha doing back there?" "I just dropped a...uh...coin...but I found it right here," said Doris holding up one of her quarters. "Well, you are quite a resourceful young lady, I must say," said the voice. That was one of the pseudo-complimentary phrases Doris had come to hate. "Thanks," she muttered with sudden contempt. "You want me to put your quarters in for you, honey?" Doris started to give her usual, "I can do it myself," answer accompanied by a "fuck you" frown, but this time her need to get out of that room took precedence. "Sure, thanks, you're kind," she said. "Washers one, two, and three." With all washing machines finally functioning, Doris burst out into the cooler air. She had to think. She had to plan. They said I was pretty, had a great body...that I am desirable...amazing. Those thoughts burned in her mind. Chapter 2 She knew he was there the moment she opened the door to her apartment. She could smell his presence. It wasn't a bad smell—just different. Maybe it was a different soap or laundry detergent, but whatever the cause, it instantly revealed his presence. Doris took a deep breath. Now was the time to run away. She knew that she should leave and contact the authorities right then. But deep down, she knew that she wasn't going to do so. She had thought through every scenario. Her plan was in place. Task number one was to act as normal as possible. She carefully placed her regular mail in the bin for her reader who came every Friday and walked to her bathroom. Safely inside, she paused, listened, and then felt all around the room. Thankfully, he wasn't in her bathroom. She splashed water on her face and stood straight and tall. Courage, Doris, she thought. Courage. The moment she left the bathroom, she sensed his presence in her bedroom. She tried to be nonchalant as she walked in and carefully placed her cane on her bed. Somehow it seemed very important to keep her protective cane close at hand. This is it, she thought. What will he do? What will I do? Her mind was a blur of rushing thoughts, but she had already decided what she was to do and she would stick to her plan...maybe. Adrenaline began to course through her body. She tingled in ways that she had never experienced before this very moment. Doris moved to her dresser, removed her swim suit from the second drawer, and placed it on the bed beside her cane. Her hands trembled slightly. Careful, Doris, she thought, don't start shaking all over and give everything away. She paused listening, but heard nothing. No turning back now, she thought. Slowly, Doris began to unbutton her blouse. One button...no sound. Two buttons...slight sound...a strange one...like a zipper slowly moving. Three buttons...a breath...maybe. She allowed her blouse to slip from her shoulders. Blood was pounding furiously through her temples. Then she heard it. It was a long, deep breath. Now she knew exactly where he was now. He was on the other side of her bed...watching...watching her. The double bed between them gave her comforting protection. She tossed the shirt as casually as possible in his direction and then unzipped the back of her pants. Her zipper moved smoothly as did her trousers. She let them drop to her ankles, and then kicked them toward the bed. A sudden feeling of nausea swept over her. To ward it off, she found herself strangely starting to hum a tune...a song by U2. I hate U2, she thought...funny that their song would come to mind now...ok, ladies and gentlemen, the moment of truth is here. So far I'm wearing almost as much as I normally do at the pool...bra and panties, but that is about to change...drastically. She faced the bed and Jerome, reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra. In one swift motion it was gone. It too landed in the growing pile on the bed. She paused and took a deep breath. Her breasts suddenly felt cold and her nipples instantly hardened. All those strange, unexplained feelings of sexuality came rushing back to her. An almost palpable pulsing began deep within the most private, sensitive part of her body...an itch that was yearning to be scratched. Without thinking, she rubbed the beads of sweat from under her breasts. Across the room she heard motion, ever so subtle and slight, but there...movement, breathing. She smiled secretly. Am I still pretty to you, Jerry...Jerome...whoever you are? Prettier now? Prettier than those other girls by the pool? Her mind and body were ablaze. Now for the grand final, she mused. She hooked a thumb in each side of her panties and slowly tugged downward. She knew the precise moment that the edge of her panties reached her pubic hair...then on past her now fully engorged labia. A moment later, the wisp of lace pooled around her ankles and cool air swept across her naked body in that very sensuous way, the way that she had come to love. She quickly retrieved the panties and tossed them on the bed. The motion sound, very subtle, came again along with heavier breathing from the other side of the room. Was he moving? Was he going to attack her? This was her most vulnerable moment. She had to be careful...vigilant. Doris moved her hands defensively across her breasts and down to her pubis. She listened harder than she ever had in her life for a hint that might spell the difference in protecting herself or being hurt. All that she could hear, however, was her own heart pounding away. She heard nothing more. She was still safe. Suddenly she became acutely aware that she was standing fully naked before a man for the first time in her life. On the one hand, she had a host of questions that she desperately wanted to ask of him. On the other, she felt a mad urge to bring herself to orgasm right then and there. Instead she tried frantically to do the "normal" thing. Just put on your swimsuit, Doris, she thought. Still she couldn't resist gently brushing her fingers across her pubic hair before doing so. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They lingered a bit too long against her burning slit. Ok, Jerome, the show is about over. Here's one last look. Doris turned slowly about under the guise of seeming to forget that she had already taken her swimsuit from her dresser. That was the full view, Jerome, she thought. She then pretended to remember that her swim suit lay on the bed and felt around for it until her hand came in contact with the soft fabric. "Ah-ha," she said aloud. After one last pause, she slipped into the clingy garment and pulled the straps over her waiting shoulders. What was that? she thought. A groan? Some sort of different sound. A big smile appeared on her face. "Doris, looks as if it is another great day for the pool," she said aloud while collecting her cane. "A terrific day! Swimming pool, here I come!" With that, Doris grabbed her cane and breezed out of her apartment in a rush. Her heart still raced and she realized when she closed her front door behind her that she was covered in cold sweat. Instead of going to the pool, though, she silently turned back at the bottom of the stairs and hid underneath them. In a moment, the door above...her apartment door, characteristic squeak and all...opened and closed. He was there, she smiled. He was there all the time. The tingling in Doris' body began with renewed fervor. It was the most amazing and powerfully erotic sensation that she had ever experienced, a sensation that she wanted to savor...and to repeat. Now, however, she needed information. Her curiosity overwhelmed her. She had to know what Jerome thought...what he thought of her and her naked body. ***** Doris could not believe her good fortune when she heard a familiar voice through the grate in the laundry room. It was Jerome excitedly talking on the phone. "I am not lying, Hammer! I fucking did it....did IT, my man." Doris crouched closer to the vent and prayed that no one would want to do their laundry now. "You don't have to believe me...but, it is the god's truth...I stood there and watched her strip down naked...titties, pussy, everything, I saw it all, baby! She never knew I was there. I fucking stood there forever and she never acted like anything was different...not once...so much for that super-human senses shit...I stood right across the room...actually I hid at first behind her bed, sort of between the bed and the wall. Then I realized, 'what the fuck am I hiding for?' So I just got up and watched...and watched...and watched...fucking amazing." Doris couldn't hear Hammer's side of the conversation, but its content was pretty obvious. "She is beautiful man, fucking beautiful. She has these small, firm tits...like perfectly shaped. Not big saggy Playboy magazine tits...hers don't hang down one little bit...and she has these perfect little nipples that sit right out on the ends...and, man, do they get hard and stick out like...like way out. She took off her bra and like her nipples all of a sudden just scrunched up tight and out they stuck, man. Fucking fantastic!" Doris' heart leap. Now she knew. A strange mixture of joyous warmth and disconcerting shame spread over her at the same time. "But, that's not even the best part, Hammer, my man. She has the sweetest looking pussy you have ever seen...yeah, I know you haven't seen a whole lot of 'em up close...me neither...but, this one was sweet. Her pubes are the same color as the hair on her head...yeah, no shit...the same like reddish-blond hair...I'm not shitting you...her pussy hairs are red...and not kinky...they are like straight-ish and soft looking. You can see like right under them too..." Doris' face began to burn. She wanted information, but now Jerome was supplying a bit too much of it. Guilt in the form of a chill ran along her spine. Still she could not tear herself away. "Under there, her pussy lips stuck right out...I am NOT lying...I was like maybe four or five fucking feet from her, dickhead!" The full impact of how close Jerome had been and how much real danger she had been in assaulted Doris' struggling senses. She dabbed the sweat away from her face. "You wanna know the best part?" Jerome said teasingly. "I jacked off with her panties! Right there. Swear to god!" Doris felt faint. She was not completely sure of his meaning, but she had a pretty good idea. Now things suddenly were different. Now he had touched her private things. Her stomach began to churn. "Right there in front of her...truth! She took off her panties and threw them on the bed right in front of me...almost hit me with them. I couldn't help but pick them up. They smelled so sweet...yeah, eat your fucking heart out...you could have been there with me, but no...they smelled like sweet pussy, that's what. Anyway, I just wrapped her panties around my Johnson and stroked it right there. She had me so hot by that time that I shot cum in her panties after only about two yanks on my weenie." Doris found herself gasping for air. "I tossed them in her clothes hamper...who the fuck cares if she finds 'em? She'll probably just throw them in the washer. And, if she does find my cum all over them, how's she gonna know what it is or whose cum it is. I telling you, she never knew I was there. God, it was great. I have got to go back and do it again!" Doris suddenly realized that through the latter part of the conversation, her hand had been idly caressing her own breast. Now it felt as if sparks were arching from her fingers and into her tender nipples. "Well, I don't really give a fuck that you don't think it was right, Hammer, ok? You are just jealous cause you didn't have the balls to do it. I did and I got the reward. That Doris is one juicy, sweet, lovely piece of ass and I saw it all, baby!" Doris stood up, taller and, in a strange way, prouder than ever before. Ok, Jerome has demonstrated that he is very gross, she thought, but he is still a man...and if a man finds me attractive, then maybe men, nicer men, will too! Doris Elaine Smith, poor little blind girl... attractive! Me! Attractive to men! Doris, with white cane pounding out what sounded like rifle shots on the sidewalk, raced back to the swimming pool, tore off her cover up, and plunged in the cold water. Only after a long time did the water seem to lessen the fire that burned inside her. ***** Later, it took only seconds for Doris to find her panties in the clothes hamper. They were still moist. Without thinking, Doris brought them to her nose. An acrid, strong, Clorox-like smell greeted her and seemed to fill the room. He ejaculated...at least, that what all the books called it...his seed for making babies...he said he "jacked off," thought Doris trying to comprehend all that had happened. She carefully examined the strange substance covering her panties. Suddenly, she had this bizarre urge to put the panties back on...to have them against her private place. Quickly she stripped off her damp swimsuit and slowly pulled the soiled panties up into place. The panties felt cold, then warm...silky smooth, yet covered with dried roughness. His seed, his sperm, she thought. His...what had he called it...oh, yes...his cum! The smell of his jism was very potent. Doris savored the unusual fragrance while slowly beginning to rub her clitoris through the cum-covered fabric. Instantly, fires were rekindled in her pussy, fires that demanded more and harder caressing. Her knees felt weak. She eased back onto her bed and rolled over on her stomach. Her fingers probed through the cum to her eager clitoris. The fires grew hotter. "Ahhhhhhh," Doris began to moan aloud. She began to imagine that the fingers that were buffeting her tender clit were not hers, but Jerome's...no, Hammer's! They were Hammer's giant, soft fingers. That thought sent Doris over the brink. It was the most intense orgasm of her young life. His fingers, she thought. My fingers are fine, but I need his fingers. Chapter 3 The several rainy days that followed kept Doris away from the swimming pool, much to her dismay. Finally, the sun returned with a vengeance and she could hardly wait to get home from her afternoon classes and relax by the pool. On the way past, she noted that an unusually large number of voices came from around the pool. It will be crowded today, she thought. But, they won't notice me...of course. Once inside her apartment, it was not until she had spent a long while organizing her school materials that she noticed that something was not quite right. She couldn't place it at first. It just seemed as if something was different about her apartment. She moved quietly around her apartment trying to lower her anxiety when...there it was...again. The smell! His smell of soap and sweat! Doris froze. He has come back. He is here! Steeling her courage, Doris walked into her bedroom. Immediately, she sensed his presence. She opened her dresser drawer and pretended to search its contents. Her attention, however, was focused on pinpointing his location in the room. A tiny breath gave him away. He had moved closer this time. He was at the foot of her bed. He was bolder, closer. The excitement of her first encounter with Jerome gave way to fear and anxiety now. There was no wide bed to offer protection this time. Is he standing? Kneeling? She didn't want to tip her hand, so she pulled her swimsuit from the drawer, just as she would have done had he not been present, and touched the top button on her blouse. A rustle of clothing...he is standing! He is standing very near! Too near! Doris dropped the swimsuit to the floor. Whoosh! It came out of no where. All that Jerome saw was a flash of white. The full force of heavy end of Doris' cane caught him squarely on the bridge of his nose. "Oow! Jesus!" Jerome said aloud without thinking. "What the fuck?" The cane flashed again directly at the sound of his voice! This time, through watery tears, he saw the large ball on the cane's end coming and turned to dodge. Yellow stars and tears from the first blow still hampered his sight. He squinted just as the second strike hit him in the temple. New stars from another galaxy along with searing pain followed immediately. He didn't see the third thrust coming. It caught him just under his ribcage and felt as if he had been kicked by a horse. "Ouuuw! Fuck!" This time the voice came from close to the floor. Doris retreated back into the doorway to her bedroom, all her senses on high alert, and she waited to strike again. I Once Was Blind... "Jerry! Jerome! What in the hell are you doing in my apartment without my permission? I know it is you, Jerry! I know your voice! Don't you dare come any closer to me!" A crouching Jerome froze instantly. The only way out was through the door that Doris now guarded. And, she knew...she knew who he was! "Answer me, Jerry! You broke into my house. The police do not think highly of breaking and entering...particularly in a poor blind girl's house. Answer me...now!" "I'm not Jerome..." "Don't fuck with me, Jerry! If I don't get some answers, you are going to jail." Suddenly she sensed him rushing toward her. Doris tried to calculate his body position and thrust her cane, like a battering ram, at where his face should have been. Jerome nimbly blocked that blow with his arms, but not the secondary unseen shot that came from Doris' knee. Knee found groin and Jerome crumpled in a heap at Doris's feet. Doris was poised to strike again when a heavy pounding sounded on her front door. "Doris! Doris, it is me, Hammer. Are you home? Open up!" Doris rushed to her front door, opened it, and stumbled out into Hammer's strong arms. Jerome came limping behind her out of the bedroom. "Damn, I knew it...Jerome, you prick...pardon my language, Doris. Jerome, I knew when I couldn't find you anywhere, that you were pulling this stunt again! What a jerk!" There was a sort of murmur followed by a rush of wind as Jerome passed the two of them on his way toward the open door. He gurgled something as he passed. "Well, you deserve it," answered Hammer. "You deserved to have the crap beaten out of you...and from the looks of things, that's exactly what happened." "Fuck you both!" Jerome's words echoed from outside Doris' door and faded down the stairs. Hammer could not help laughing, but just as quickly he turned serious once again. Doris felt good in Hammer's arms. And, she felt safe. Then she came to her senses and started to pull away. Hammer sensed the return of her distress and let her go. "Jeez, I'm sorry, Doris. Jerome was way out of line. He's really not a bad guy or a pervert or anything. He's just...well, I'm not trying to defend him...he obviously was very wrong in doing this to you...tricking you like this...way over the top. I'm so sorry." Doris pulled away. Ever sinew in her body, however, yearned to relax right back into Hammer's embrace. "Ah, could we like turn on some lights in here...it's very dark," stammered Hammer. "Oh," replied Doris, "sorry. Blind folks don't use lights. I think they still work. Maybe." She heard a click from near the door. Nothing in her world changed. "Thanks for helping me...Michael. I appreciate it very much." Inside Doris was fighting for self control, but the huge amount of adrenaline surging through her began to take its toll. Without warning, she started to shake all over. Hammer saw her trembling and put his huge arm back around her shoulders. "Hey, its...its, ok...you're ok...you are safe now. Jesus, Jerome must have scared the shit out of...ah, I mean...I guess he really frightened you." Doris was fully aware of Hammer's comforting arm. "I won't let anyone hurt you now. Although from the looks of it, you handled Jerome pretty well yourself." Doris' head was spinning. She finally relaxed and leaned back into Hammer's muscular chest. It felt so very good. Without warning a thought hit her that caused her heart to race once again. Fantasy scenarios began to flash through her mind. It was time to play all her cards with Hammer and this was the entrée. "You said, again...you said something about Jerome pulling this stunt again," said Doris quietly. "Well, ah, I guess I did...say...ah, that," stammered Hammer. "Jerome has been here—here in my apartment—before?" she asked as if this was all brand new to her. "Well, yeah. He did...ah, he was." "Why?" "Jeez, Doris...cause he is a scum bag." "He was stealing from me?" "Nah...he...well, he...he was just acting bad, ok?" "Tell me the truth, Hammer," Doris demanded. "Well, this is hard for me to say...ok, he was just looking at you." "Looking?" "He was looking at you...ah, looking at you...ah...naked." "Oh my god!" feigned Doris. She pretended to almost faint in Hammer's arms. He held her tight much to her delight. "Look, Doris, I know you are like really embarrassed." "Why would he want to look at me?" Trap baited. "Why? I don't know...cause you are pretty...cause he is a jerk..." "I'm pretty?" "Of course you are!" Then a harsh reality became clear to Hammer. "Oh, my. I just realized this...you have never seen yourself, have you?" "No. I haven't," Doris said almost whispering. This wasn't exactly like the moment she had envisioned in her many dreams, but Doris was practical. Ideas for opportunistic action began to emerge in her mind. "I haven't seen myself naked, but I guess Jerome has now. I hope he wasn't disappointed with what he saw...I mean it was just me," lamented Doris. "Gosh, no...I mean...any guy would like to see...well, not sneaky like that...gosh, this isn't coming out right...but, you should know that you are very pretty...I mean, to look at and all...Jeez..." Doris purred, "I understand, Michael. You are sweet for saying so. I am very flattered." "No problem and, by the way, you can call me Hammer, if you want...most everyone does." "What would you prefer?" said Doris quietly. "Actually, I like the way it sounds when you call me Michael." "Then Michael, it is...and Michael, the truth is that no one has ever told me that I was pretty, and no one has ever saved me from an attacker either. Thanks for caring." "Hey, looked like you didn't need me...Jerome obviously was hurting when he left." There was a long, very pregnant pause. "And, I can't believe that no one has ever told you that you are pretty...cause you certainly are." Hammer blurted and then blushed furiously. Doris blushed too, except she felt it instead of seeing it. "You are very sweet, Michael. Will you do me favor...something that I have never asked of anyone?" "Sure..." "Would you tell me what I look like...please." "Huh?" "What do I look like? "Jeez...ah...ok..." "I know that sounds like a funny request, but no one has ever told me anything...about me." Doris tried not to sound too desperate, at least for now. "I would appreciate your help." "Alright...I guess." "How about starting at the top then...hair?" She held up a clump of her hair and smiled. "Well, ok. Well, you have really nice hair. It's like light red...hmm...you don't know colors do you?" "No..." "Damn, being blind is a bitch, huh? Ok, your hair like shines in the sunlight...you have felt the sunshine out by the pool, right? Well...that's it...it is like little fibers of sunlight...shining...Jeez, that sounded dumb, didn't it?" "It sounded beautiful to me," said Doris. She boldly reached out and took Hammer's hand in hers. He didn't pull away. "Go on...tell me more." "Well, your face is really pretty...you have like really fair, that is, light skin...a few freckles, real cute...freckles...those are like little dots on your face. And dimples in your cheeks, little tucked in spots, when you smile. You have a beautiful smile. And, let's see...a thin neck and nice shoulders..." Hammer suddenly stopped. At the same moment a chill ran through Doris and landed directly in her most sensitive private place. This is it..the moment. "And my body?" asked Doris as innocently as possible. "Gosh, Doris...I...well, I don't usually talk to girls about...about their bodies." "Sorry, now I have embarrassed you," said Doris quietly. "I was just hoping...well, I guess I had better not...ah...well, Jerome saw...forget it...I shouldn't embarrass you any more." "No, it's ok," recovered Hammer. "I'm a big boy. What do you want to know?" "Ok, here goes...is my body as pretty as other girls? Like those other girls who sit by the pool, for example? Tell me the truth, please, Michael." "Gosh, yeah...even prettier...and I'm not lying. I mean I haven't like seen your...I mean...well, in swimsuits you can see...god, I am messing this up again." "No, you aren't. I know what you are trying to say...and I'm a big girl too...I'm not easily embarrassed. In a swimsuit, you can see more of a person's body, but not everything, right?" Doris wanted to laugh, but she sensed that Hammer was very serious. "Exactly...not that I was looking too much, mind you, I mean, at your body...I just noticed that...here I go again...shit...oops, sorry for the language." Another long pause stopped time for a moment as Hammer gathered his thoughts. "It's just," he continued, "that you are such a nice girl...I mean I felt like this closeness to you that first time I met you by the pool...you just seemed so kind and fun, yet so like vulnerable and delicate...god, now I'm embarrassing myself." Another very long pause ensued during which time all the air seemed to leave the room. Both Doris and Hammer felt it. "Would you like a drink? I have some vodka. I think I need one," croaked Doris. ***** A couple of vodka's later, Hammer felt much better, as did Doris. Her mind was plotting and scheming once again. "Michael, I know that we have only recently met...and under pretty weird circumstances, but it is funny...I feel like I have known you for a long time...like an old friend." "Thanks. That's make me feel really good," answered Michael. "So I can ask you something?" "Like what?" "Promise you won't laugh or make fun of me?" "Not a chance...I would never make fun of a bli...I mean...of you." "I am a blind girl, you know. God made me this way. And...God doesn't make junk, as they say. So, you don't have to avoid talking about my blindness. It is part of me." "Ok..." "Being blind does have certain disadvantages though..." "Must be awful," answered Hammer. "So now I can ask my...favor?" "Well, ok...sure?" said Hammer hesitantly. "Did Jerome tell you about seeing me naked?" "Ah, no...I mean...well..." "Truth!" "Well, yeah...he sort of mentioned it to me..." "So, did he tell you what I look like naked?" "Well, kind of..." "So, tell me...what did he say? I mean, you kind of owe it to me, don't you think?" "Jeez, I don't know...he said you had a pretty body, that's all." "That's all? I know motor-mouth Jerome better than that!" "Well, I mean...he...well, he...sort of described you...yeah..." "So, I want you do the same...please, please." "I couldn't...I'd be too embarrassed...shy...I...and I don't exactly remember...everything." "What if I showed you? Then you could tell me...for sure...right?" Hammer couldn't believe his ears. Doris folded her arms across her chest and hoped that Michael would not suddenly bolt for the door. "Look, I don't want you to get the wrong idea," she continued. "I'm a good girl, a very good girl. But, all my life I have been curious about the way I look to other people, especially boys...and for that matter, I have been even more curious about what boys look like. This is going to sound kind of childish, but..." Doris took a deep breath; this was another of those moments with no turning back. "I'll just cut to the chase. I'll make a deal with you, Michael. I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!" Hammer, already in a state of utter shock, nearly fainted. A girl, this girl was offering to get naked with him. "Think of it as something similar to helping a blind girl across the street!" laughed Doris. With that, Doris began to giggle. Michael was caught up in Doris' infectious laugh. Soon they were both doubled over. Finally, Michael caught his breath. "This is a joke, right?" "I am dead serious," said Doris. At once, the term "cold sweat" became very real for Hammer. Chapter 4 "Are you ready?" whispered Doris. She had taken Hammer's hand and moved them to the couch in her living room. "I don't know..." "I'm shy too...but...well, this is important to me," declared Doris. "Ok, then..." Hammer's heart was about to leap from his chest. It was as if he had entered a dream, a wonderful dream. "I'll go first," said Doris. "You tell me exactly what you see. Ok?" With trembling hands, Doris began to unbutton her shirt. When the last button gave way, she heard Hammer suddenly take a very deep breath. "Talk to me, Michael," she demanded. "I heard you gasp. It is horrible. It is, isn't it?" "HELL NO! I mean, no. I not like an expert or anything. I mean I have seen women in like magazines and stuff, but in real life...well, I'm not so experienced." "Neither am I," assured Doris, "Now, wait just a minute while..." Hammer grew wide-eyed as Doris quickly dispensed with her shirt and reached behind her back. All of a sudden, a feeling of intense guilt came over him. It was as if he was somehow invading Doris' privacy, just as Jerome had done. Before he could react, however, Doris' fingers had furiously attacked the clasps on her bra. An instant later, the bra was gone and so was Hammer's guilt. "Jesus," gulped Hammer. "Talk to me...I look ugly, right...tell me the truth, Michael," said Doris insistently. "Ugly, Jesus, no way! You have like absolutely beautiful...like, ah, breasts! They are like perfectly round, not too large, not too small...perfectly shaped...god, I can't believe this." Hammer's last statement seemed to be directed at no one in particular. "Believe it, Michael. Now, are mine like other girls? Let's say compared to those girls by our pool...Heather and what's-her-name." "Gosh, well, Heather's boobs...uh, breasts...are bigger than yours...but that is not a bad thing...for you, I mean. She is... hers...well, they sort of sag down a lot...they wiggle, you know, like Jell-O or something when she walks. I like yours much better. I mean I have never really seen hers like all the way...just in a swimsuit...but well...hers are like...floppy." That evoked a short laugh from both Doris and Michael. There was another awkward pause until Hammer continued. "That other girl, Ashley...well, she has pretty much no boobs at all. My guess is that what fills out her bikini top is mostly padding. I'd say yours were...just perfect...compared to them." Hammer's cock now throbbed almost as violently as his heart. Staring at bare breasts had him in a state of sexual readiness like he had never felt before. He struggled to adjust his hardness in his confining pants. He soon realized that trying to be nonchalant about righting his dick in his pants didn't make any sense around Doris, so he simply fixed his problem right then and there. "Ok, we are now on the right track," proclaim an almost jubilant Doris, "This is great...ok, now...waist?" "Well, a waist is a waist...yours? Well, you have a flat, trim tummy...looks good to me. You must exercise...I do too...all the time..." Abruptly Doris stood and, to Hammer's great shock, her slacks in an instant were in a puddle around her ankles. Smiling, she kicked them aside and slowly turned around to face away from Hammer. "And the ass report?" she requested. "Jeez, you get undressed fast...yes, well there it is...damn...a fine ass, I say...I mean...it sticks out just right and all...curves just so...god, seeing you standing there...gets me all worked up!" Doris wasn't sure what Michael meant by that remark exactly, but she knew it was good and she liked it. As a matter of fact, those familiar sparks that seemed to land in her most sensitive spot were starting to build inside her again now. "Oh, I forgot about my panties," said Doris casually. "I didn't," whispered Michael. "What?" "Nothing," said Michael. "Guess you had better do the full deal, huh." "Guess so," said Doris. The anxiousness in his voice did not go unnoticed. Doris smiled secretly and, with her back still to Michael, she shed her panties with one swift motion. "There. Now I have literally nothing to hide!" "God, what a fantastic ass...I mean...wow. You have like these little dimples in your behind...just like the ones you get on your face when you smile, except larger. Very cool." Suddenly Hammer noted the pubic hair peeking from between Doris' legs. Oh shit, there it is! he thought. I must be fucking dreaming. A girl has just gotten completely naked right in front of me. He crouched slightly to get a better peek. Without warning, Doris whirled around and Hammer found himself inches away from Doris' pussy. "Tah dah...full frontal!" announced Doris. Doris struck a pose, hands on her naked hips, waiting for Michael to react to the front view. All that she heard was another deep gasp followed by a long silence. "Well?" said Doris. "Gosh, what can I say...you are soooo beautiful," croaked Hammer. "God, Doris...I...I...ah..." Hammer actually was almost speechless. He couldn't take his eyes off of Doris' auburn-haired slit. Jerome had described it precisely. Through her patch, one could easily see her crumpled inner pussy lips protruding proudly from inside her outer labia. The total package of breasts, small waist, round hips, and pubic "v" was stunning. Hammer leaned back and surveyed the entire spectacle. "Am I like other girls?" "I don't know," said Hammer. "I've only seen pictures....really." It was Doris' turn to gasp. "You mean you are a virgin?" coughed Doris. "Yeah...ah...I am...so what?" answered Michael. There was a small hint of anger in his voice. Doris could sense him starting to pout. "Nothing," stammered Doris. "I just sort of expected someone your age...I...well, the truth is...so am I! So there. Nothing to be ashamed of." "Oh..." Doris could feel a cold change in Hammer's voice. "Plus, I heard the other girls at the pool talking about how handsome you are and all, so I just naturally assumed that..." "I told you I was kind of shy...and that's especially true when it comes to girls. So...well, I just never...did it with anyone, that's all." Suddenly what Doris had just said sank in with Hammer. "They said what?" Doris reached out and found Hammer's hand. "Hey, ya big lug...I'm the one here bearing my soul, not to mention my entire body, for the first time to anyone! Ok? Let's don't let a little thing like virginity ruin the moment. And, yes, Heather said you were handsome...great ass, I believe, was her direct comment." Hammer began to laugh at Doris' admission. Doris joined him. "Interesting," Hammer finally muttered through his giggles. "And the virginity thing?" questioned Doris. "Ok...ok...so we both are virgins...and we're both shy...who cares? I think today may be a new start for my entire life...and maybe yours too!" The laughter stopped instantly as both realized the implications of his words. "Yes, it is," Doris said softly. Another awkward silence followed. Finally Doris broke the stillness. "So, I am totally naked now...must be your turn for show and tell?" ventured Doris. "And, by the way, be warned. We sightless folks see with our fingers." Hammer instantly grasped her meaning. His heart seemed to jump to his mouth and his pulse started to race once again. Hands extended, Doris slid toward Hammer on the couch. "Ok," said Hammer, "but, the deal is that you have to talk about me too. You have to tell me what you 'see' with your hands. Then you'll know how hard it is...uh, to talk, I mean, about...someone's body...and..." Michael abruptly stopped talking as he plunged over the mental edge into sensory overload. A newly naked girl had moved close to him and had begun to search for the top of his head using the tips of her fingers. It was a marvelous sensation.