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College with a Cane Pt. 04

By: Kot_Carson



College With a Cane, Freshmen Year, Part 4

Many thanks to MissBoePeep for her editing help!

"As much as I'd like this to never end," I said pushing Donna away from me for a moment, "I think its best if we got some sleep, don't you?"

"I think you're right, Er," Donna said. "I'd be more comfortable if we stuck with our original plan... where I spend the night in Sean's bed. Is that okay?"

"Yeah," I replied opening my bedside table's drawer and taking out my medication. Donna had seen this routine before, due to my nerve damage I had to take an assortment of medication throughout the day; the majority of which was at bedtime. "Sean and I keep our room typically cooler than yours and Kura's. You'll probably want to wear something warmer than usual because I know you get cold easily."

"I know," she said hopping off the bed. "I brought some comfy yoga pants. But instead of wearing the shirt I brought I think I'll wear... this one." In her pause I saw her looking through my wardrobe. She pulled out one of my T-Shirts, this one with a picture of the DeLorean from Back to the Future running into the Tardis from Dr. Who. It's a great time-travel joke! She put it on, and somehow managed to do that sexy thing that girls do with their bra - take it off from inside the shirt.

"That's my favorite shirt," I remarked.

"I know, why do you think I chose it? Mmm it smells like you!"

That made me blush; I hadn't realized she noticed it was my favorite. Then again, on reflection I do wear it constantly so a lot of people probably have guessed it's my favorite shirt. "Okay," I said, "You can wear it, but it's at your own risk! I worked out in it earlier this week."

She only laughed, "I know, that's why it smells like you, silly! Now turn around, I need to change my pants."

"Hang on," I interrupted, "before you do that, can you pass me a bottle of water? I need to take my meds."

She tossed me some water and twirled her finger, indicating it was time for me to turn around. I took the opportunity to take off my shirt, tie, pants and socks myself. I didn't care if Donna saw my boxers -- she had numerous times in the past. "So," I asked with my back turned to her, "Do we need to put the tie on the door?" I was joking of course.

"Not tonight, Erik. After everything's that's happened I think it's best that we both just try to get some sleep. I'm staying here all weekend with Sean and Kura out of town remember? If we need to, we can put it out tomorrow. Oh you can turn around now."

I was a little shocked at that answer, but maybe she as just joking with me too. "Good night, Donna. Sleep well, tomorrow we'll go back to your room and try to rescue whatever else we can. I bet some of our friends would like to help too."

She met me in the middle of the room and we embraced one last time. "Good night, Erik. I—er... I—hope you're able to sleep tonight. If you need anything due to your pain let me know, okay?" She kissed me again, and ran her hands through my hair, ending my rubbing my goatee. "Oh, and one more thing, you're becoming a bit of a mountain man. If you're really going to be my boyfriend, we've got to do something about this. I like my men with stubble. You know, sandpapery."

"Really?" I asked. "That's my favorite way to wear my facial hair. Stubble in the beard with no mustache at all."

"I know," she said, keeping her hands on my face. "I've always known that about you. And it's a huge turn-on!" She kissed me one more time. "Now, you get into bed. I'll hit the lights. Good night... boyfriend."

"Good night... girlfriend."

*****

Sleep came easier than usual for me that night. Usually it takes me a long time to get to sleep -- if I slept at all -- due to my painful nerve damage. Tonight, the pain was still there, as intense as always. However, it was not on my mind as much. Instead, as I lay awake before falling asleep all I concentrated on was listening to Donna rhythmic breathing. Whenever she drank she snores softly, it always made me laugh because she never believed me when I teased her about it. Tonight's snoring made me feel at ease. She was obviously just as comfortable here in my room as she was in hers even though she never spent the night before. Finally, I was able to fall asleep.

When I awoke the following day, I rolled over to my other side. "Your breath is horrible," Donna said, smiling at me in my bed.

I shot backward, almost falling off the bed in surprise. "How... how long have you been there?!" I stuttered.

"I don't know, what time is it now?" She asked.

I looked at the clock. "It's 10:30."

"Well, let's see. I got cold in the middle of the night so I brought my pillow over to your bed to cuddle with you. So it's been at least 5 hours. Did you know you're back is like a radiator? I was cuddled to you all night and I've never been warmer..." 

I grumbled to myself about not noticing her moving into my bed until I woke up.

"Don't be sorry, Er. I know you have to take stuff for your nerve damage. You were so soundly asleep, I don't think even an earthquake would have woke you up."

"I did sleep through the 1994 Northridge earthquake," I noted. "But I'm surprised I didn't notice you climbing over me so you could have the wall-side of the bed!"

She shrugged, and I then noticed she had taken her shirt off during the night too.

"...And you're topless!" I gasped. I always knew Donna had a great figure, and will admit I did imagine what she looked like beneath her clothes. But I was not prepared to find out so soon. Her breasts were much larger than I imagined. She always wore sweaters, and never really showed off her cleavage. Now, for the first time I was able to see what she had been hiding. "You're... you're beautiful..." I observed.

She blushed.

"I'm serious! They're... you're amazing!"

"Well, don't just stare at them! Come here!"

"But you said my breath was..." I couldn't finish my objection. She pulled me closer to her and kissed me.

"I don't care, Er. We'll wash up together once we fully wake up!"

We made out for a little while. I was nervous about doing anything she would not have been comfortable with. She must have sensed that, because she took my left hand and placed it on one of her breasts. "Be gentle, Eric," she teased. Feeling her breasts for the first time was something I'd hoped to do for a long time. Now that it was happening, I wasn't sure what to do. "Don't worry, Erik. Just keep playing with them gently and kiss me some more."

I did as instructed. Her breasts were heavier than I imagined, but then again they should be. I had not pictured her being as large busted as she was. Her nipples reacted to each touch, each caress. As I explored her breasts she continued kissing me, every kiss was more passionate than the last. And, each kiss turned me on more than the last. She must have felt my cock beginning to harden, it pressed against her leg through my boxers.

"Sorry, Donna" I apologized, between kisses.

"Don't be! I'm getting really turned on too! I don't want to pressure you, but if you have a condom..."

"I don't think I do," I replied genuinely regretful. "There are other things we can do. And we can pick up some this afternoon at the campus store!"

She smiled at me like a crazed woman. "Then what are we waiting for! Get those boxers off!"

"You get them off!" I teasingly demanded. She was only too happy to oblige. Within seconds, my boxers had been pulled off and thrown to the other side of the room. My erection stood at full attention. She was transfixed on it and then tossed the covers off us. She sat up on her knees straddling my stomach.

"Now you do me!" she also commanded.

I reached into her waistband and began to pull off her pajama bottoms. Her skin was so smooth and soft, much softer than my own. I slid her pajamas down over her hips and butt, and down her thighs. "I can't go much further with you sitting over me like that!"

She readjusted her position, and soon her pajamas were off and thrown to another corner of the room. "Now my panties!"

"Yes Ma'am! But first..." I reach a hand up, cupped her breast. In the same motion, I pulled her upward on the bed, and down to my level. I kissed her other breast and made my way to her nipple. She let out a gasp when I kissed and began sucking on her.

"Oh, Erik. I've wanted this for so long." Her breathing grew heavy. I kept teasing her breasts with one hand and my tongue. Slowly, my other hand began caressing her pussy-lips through her panties. She gasped again, followed by a moan of pleasure. I could feel her panties beginning to get wet.

"I think you're ready now," I said, peeling her panties off her hips. They too found themselves tossed across the room. Again, I was shocked. Donna had taken the time to shave and trim her pubic hair. It gave a clear view of her lips and her clit just poked our above her slip. I was speechless.

"Don't just sit there, Erik! I want to feel you. Feel how wet I am? I can't wait for you!"

I stroked her neatly groomed pubic hair and slowly made my way down to her slit and clit. She shuddered with pleasure, and again straddled my stomach. "Keep going, Er! Keep going! Oh my God, it feels amazing!" I kept teasing her slit and clit and slowing moved inside her lips. She was so wet; there was no friction whatsoever.

"Can I?" I asked.

She leaned forward and mumbled, "Mmm-hmmmm," in affirmation before kissing me passionately. I slid one finger inside of her, then a second. Each time she sighed with pleasure. I continued to finger her while she kissed me for a few more minutes.

"Hmm! Ah! Erik!" She began exclaiming while reaching her climax. "I'm cumming! Oh Erik! Keep going! I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you Erik!

A wave of electricity shot throughout her body, her legs clenched together, she bucked her hips against me and bit my lip. Her orgasm lasted a few more seconds and finally she calmed down.

"That was amazing, Erik! How'd you learn that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't have any idea I could give someone an orgasm of that magnitude with just fingering. "I have no idea, but I'm glad you liked it, baby. Now, that you've had yours, I think it's time you helped me out!"

She smiled shyly. "I...I don't really know what I'm doing," she confessed. "I mean, I've fantasized about stuff like this, and played with myself before. But it never felt as good as what you just did for me. Let's start off slowly, ok? I don't think I'm ready for blowjobs."

"That's okay," I told her soothingly. "I actually prefer hand jobs. Though my ultimate preference will have to wait until we have condoms!" She giggled, reassured.

"Okay, Erik. Just tell me what you like."

"There's no real wrong way to do it. Just squirt some lotion into your hand and start rubbing. If it starts to get dry, add some more lotion! I think you'll be able to tell if you're doing something right or wrong based on my reactions!"

She squirted a handful of lotion into both hands and said, "Okay, here I go! Is there anything I should know beforehand?"

"Caution: Aim away from face." I said, trying to put her at ease. "Unless that's where you want it. Then by all means!"

She leaned over, and began kissing me again. "Okay, here I go..." I felt her hand wrap around my hard cock. Her touch was amazing; a wave of pleasure crept along my cock and all the way up my spinal column giving me a shudder.

"Oh no, what was that?" she asked concerned she did something wrong.

"Never mind now! It feels great; now start rubbing up and down. Start off slowly, and then increase speed. And if you really want to make it feel great, stay near the tip!"

She started rubbing, sending more waves of pleasure up my body. The harder she rubbed, the more my breathing quickened. She went faster, and eventually started rubbing just the tip. I breathed heavily and pulled her lips to mine. "I'm going to cum soon, baby! Just keep going! Just keep doing that!"

She French kissed me again, our tongues played with each other while she brought me closer and closer to orgasm. "Watch out, I'm gunna...Hmmmm!" I couldn't finish my warning. With each hip thrust, I came high into the air. Most of my cum landed harmlessly on my sheets. One rope landed on her leg, another on her stomach. I continued to cum, without much force behind these last remaining thrusts. Cum oozed down her hand, pooling in the sheets below us.

My breathing continued to be heavy as my orgasm subsided. I handed her some tissues, "Just clean up what you can off the bed and yourself. That was amazing, Donna."

She began cleaning up, and I took the opportunity to take my inhaler. "Are you okay?" she asked very concerned.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just next time, remind me to take my inhaler before we do such vigorous exercise!"

She laughed and continued cleaning up. "What do I do with these tissues?"

"Just toss 'em in the trashcan. Do you want to go shower and have some breakfast? We'll have to share a shower, unless you want to shower upstairs in the girls bathroom."

"Sure, I'd love to. Can I borrow a towel though?"

"Of course," I said, grabbing two as well as my shower supplies. "My shampoo might not be what you're used to, but it's better than nothing right? And my soap'll clean off all of that mess I made on you!"

We both laughed again and made our way to the showers. Luckily, there were no lines, and we were soon cleaned off. We did the rest of our morning routines together and made our way back to the room.

Once there, we stripped the sheets. We had decided to change them over while we were in the shower. We put on another sheet and got dressed for breakfast.

While walking to breakfast, we passed the campus store. The sign said it'd be open at 1pm. We continued walking and made a note of that time. "So," I asked, unsure how to breech the subject. "What do you want to tell everyone else? They're so used to us spending nights together I doubt they'd think anything happened between us. Do you want to tell them we've decided to go out?"

She thought for a moment and wrapped her arms around mine, grabbing my right hand with both of hers. "Well, they've never seen us walking like this, have they?" She kissed my cheek and we kept walking. "Can I ask you something? It's okay if you don't want to answer."

"Sure," I replied, having an idea about what was coming.

"Okay, will you tell me about what happened?"

"Well, first your dorm's pipe broke, then we went back there..." I began failing miserably to change what she was asking.

"Not that, Erik!"

I sighed, "Okay, tell you what. Let's get something to eat because I'm starving. And I'll tell you as much as I can right now over breakfast."

"Alright, Erik." She kissed me just as our friends Mohinder, Jake and Pablo rounded the corner to the dining hall as well. They stopped in their tracks, and stared at us with their mouths agape.

"Have a good night, I take it?" asked Pablo, smiling at Donna and me.

"Dude, shut up!" Mohinder barked. "Maybe she was just thanking him for letting her stay after her dorm flooded!"

"Nope!" Announced Donna. "Well, that too. But, that kiss meant more than that!" She beamed with pride and kissed my cheek again.

I turned as deep a shade of red with embarrassment, "Uh, I guess we'll tell you all about it over breakfast. You guys hungry?" I really tried to change the subject.

"I bet you are!" Jake said, elbowing his roommate, Mohinder. "Bet you two didn't sleep at all! Need some coffee for energy?"

We both shook our heads. "No, we slept great!" I said, as the others opened the dining hall doors for us.

"We'll meet you upstairs, ok?" one asked making their ways to the stairs.

"Sure thing, we'll be taking the elevator. See you in a bit!"

College with a Cane Pt. 05



College With a Cane, Freshmen Year, Part 5

Many thanks to MissBoePeep for her editing help! In addition, I'm humbled by your votes, dear readers. And for giving Part 4 of this series enough votes to get that chapter the H of "Hotness"!

Finally, I'd like to give a shout out to RaleighBoy and Peterspeter -- I hope you both don't mind me referencing your ongoing stories set in the college environment in this story.

*****

Mohinder, Jake and Pablo had caught Donna and me in an intimate moment. Even if that intimate moment was just a kiss. We did not need to explain too much, and the fact was that all five of us were too hungry to talk at the moment. So, we all walked upstairs to Clancy's, the name we'd come to call our small liberal arts college's dining hall. Nobody really remembers how The Marketplace came to be called Clancy's, some say that the comfort food section of the buffet used to be called Clancy's. Others believe that the first cordon bleu trained chef was named Clancy.

At any rate, each of us gathered what we wanted for breakfast and found a table.

Before anybody said anything else, Pablo turned to Jake and Mohinder. "Dudes, you both owe me $10 bucks. We'll have to tell everyone else too that I won the pool for when Erik and Donna would start dating."

"Don't remind us," Mohinder sighed. He turned to me. "Why couldn't you have waited for another week, man?"

I snorted my glass of milk through my nose. It was hilarious, even Donna laughed at my reaction. I quickly pulled myself together and retorted, "I'm sorry, you should have sabotaged that pipe to break a week later. It's not my fault. Pablo's probably to blame; I bet he knows a lot about pipes and shit like that. He's Mexican!"

At that comment, it was Pablo's turn to laugh uncontrollably. He knew I was joking; our group of friends was really multicultural. "Dude, I'm not Mexican! I'm Argentinian!"

"Whatever," Jake replied. "So anyway, you were going to tell us all about it?"

"There's not much to tell," Donna said, taking a sip of coffee. "That pipe burst, Erik helped me clean up and bring some of my stuff into his and Sean's room. Then we went to sleep."

"Ooooh!" the group teased. "Bow-chicka-bow-wow!"

Donna only rolled her eyes and continued, "...In separate beds."

"Awww!" came the disappointed reaction of our friends.

"Shut up, Jake, we're not all man-whores like you!" I shot back. "And you're in steady relationships with your boyfriend!"

"Yeah man, we get it regularly! And we all knew that you and Donna would be perfect for each other, that's why we made the pool. Everybody put in $10 and got to pick a week. Whoever was closest to the week you two finally got together without going over would win the pot."

Donna coughed and brought the attention back to her story. "Anyway, gentlemen, when Er had woken up, I had moved to his bed... And honestly, it was only because Sean's bed is freeeeeezing! But, that was the catalyst, cuddling Erik just felt right, you know? And since we were so close anyway, kissing, snuggling and holding him made me feel safe."

"Awww," the guys cooed, sincerely mocking us.

"She had to make the first move, of course," I reassured them. "I know you guys had told me a million times that it was clear that Donna liked me, but I guess I didn't believe you because you'd always tease me about our sleeping arrangement. I thought it was all part of the gag."

"Speaking of gag," Jake started. "Did... you know?"

I blushed. Donna blushed. And Mo and Pablo also blushed. "Dude, you don't just ask somebody that over breakfast!" Mo said.

"No, it's okay," Donna said sighing. She squeezed my thigh under the table. It was my right thigh -- the leg with my nerve damage. I winced slightly, trying not to show the accidental pain she caused me, and hoped nobody else saw it. "No, we didn't, for your information," she continued, "We're going to take things at our own pace. We have to do things that feel right for both of us at the time."

I smiled, pushing the pain of my leg to the back of my mind as best I could. "Y'see, Jake, some of us don't immediately want to jump in the sack. Some of us want to actually get to know our dates. That thing you do with that club is your business, but it's not for everybody, man."

"I know, man, I know. And that reminds me, the picnic is today at around noon so you can see if you'd be a good fit for the club. Remember to just be yourself; I'm sure you'll make the cut!"

Jake was part of this off-campus club. We weren't supposed to know about it as outsiders, but one night while drunkenly playing some videogames, Jake blurted out that he had joined a club designed to give busy students a way to date other equally busy students. That all seemed innocent enough, until we learned that it also was designed for these busy students to basically meet for dates guaranteed to end with sex. Once Mo heard about the club, he kept pestering Jake to let him join. It looked like today was the picnic where all the prospective members would be given the opportunity to chat with all the other members and for those members to judge whether or not the prospective members would indeed be a good fit for the club. The following day, those members would be voted in or out. We all had our fingers crossed that Mo would make the cut -- as a pre-med student he had very little free time. Sure, when he wasn't studying, he was usually blowing off steam with the rest of us playing video games, but he could really use some stress relief, if you catch my drift!

"Anyway," Pablo said, getting us back on track, "So, are you two, you know?"

"Boyfriend and girlfriend?" I asked rhetorically. "Yes," I put my arm around her and pulled her close next to me. "Yes, I'd say we're happy calling each other that. What do you think, Donna?"

She kissed my cheek and smiled like none of us had ever seen her smile before. She didn't need to say anything, the glow around her told the whole story. She was my girlfriend and I was her boyfriend, there was absolutely no question of that.

"Well, I hope it all works out for the best, buddy," Pablo said, grabbing his tray. "I got to get to weight room, are you going to be around the track today?"

"I think so, but I'm not sure," I told him also grabbing my tray. He took it from me, and stacked it on his; it was gestures like these that I always appreciate. It's difficult to do many remedial tasks due to my nerve damage in my leg. Even tasks you wouldn't think would be difficult. The fact is, using a cane to walk leaves me not only with one bad leg, but also with only one hand to work with, so carrying stuff can be really difficult, especially unwieldy things like trays. "Um, what time's practice this afternoon?"

Pablo and I talked about track for a little bit while we bussed out trays to the conveyor belt they go on for the college's staff to clean up. Even though it was February and track season did not start until March, the coach already had the athletes training so they'd be ready to rock for the first meet. I told him I'd try to come down and watch him throw, but it depended on how my pain was. He said he understood and we walked back over to the table. He grabbed his athletic bag and went off to the weight room.

Mo and Jake said they had to get going too. They had to get ready for their picnic. After they left I told Donna that I thought it would be pretty interesting to be a fly on the wall (or in the egg salad) for that picnic. She laughed and said it was time for us to go too. She grabbed her tray and we were on our way back to my dorm room (which was now also hers for the time being).

On the way we stopped by the student health center for some free condoms. One of the awesome perks about going to a health-conscious college!

*****

She and I lay back down on my bed. I had already taken off my jeans I wore to breakfast and put on a pair of athletic shorts. I could tell she was looking at my leg again, but tried not to let it get to me. If she really did want to be my girlfriend, she would have to hear the whole story sooner or later. I sighed and rolled to my side, so we could look face to face.

"Where do I begin?" I wondered out loud.

"Why don't you start where you feel comfortable," she suggested.

"Alright, well I guess we'll go from the car accident. I was on my way to a track meet... Actually, it was our league finals. I was at a stop sign, waiting my turn to go. The guy behind me was not. I could see him coming up on me, and I knew he was going to hit me. I kept my right leg firmly pressing the break and slammed on my horn so everyone around would know something was up. He tried to swerve, or at least I think he did. It might have just been him swerving while driving from being drunk, though.

"Anyway, he hit the back of my Prius. Hard. My pole vault poles came off the roof rack and flew all over the intersection. My emergency jack flew from the trunk and ended up in the back seat. Don't ask me how that happened; I'm no physics major. Obviously, the police and paramedics were called. The other driver tried to run, but he ended up driving over some of my poles, causing him to blow out a tire. He ended up hitting a tree and totaling his car. He still ran from the accident, but the po' was able to catch him easily enough.

"Honestly, I don't remember any of this. This is just what everybody else has told me -- the witnesses and the police. I was knocked unconscious from the accident immediately. That's probably for the best... I never want to remember what I actually experienced. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. My Mom and Dad were there already. I was still woozy from my concussion, but the docs told me I had torn my MCL pretty severely. Ironically, this was probably because I was bracing so hard on the brake for the impact. The doc said the injury should going to heal just fine, and that I was lucky I hadn't torn my ACL."

I sighed, and started to continue. Donna stopped me, already crying. "You're leg is shaking, Er," she told me.

"It's a spasm. I used to get them a lot, but my meds help quite a bit." I replied matter-of-factly.

"Can I?" she asked, placing her hands on either side of my knee.

I jumped involuntarily at her touch. "Y-yes," I said. "Hard touch is better than light. Anyway, I'll get to the end of the story now, if that's okay." She nodded yes, while gently holding my knee in her hands. "Well, the docs said that surgery wouldn't be necessary, that after the concussion wore off I should do some physical therapy and take some pain medication. I'd have to wear an immobilizer and use crutches for about a week and afterward a month's worth of PT [physical therapy] should make me right as rain. Well, I wore the immobilizer and did the PT. But the pain and weakness I felt in my knee, leg and foot kept growing worse. My physical therapists told me it was all in my head and to get over it. I kept telling them their exercises were too difficult, and I was in too much pain to keep going at their rate. They wouldn't listen.

"Well, my mom kept getting more worried, she made an appointment with my orthopedist. The one I was normally seeing was on vacation, and she told them I had to be seen right away. I got in that day with one of his associates. After hearing what I was describing as my symptoms, he decided to run some tests and get another MRI of my knee. He called me into the office as soon as he found out the results. He told me it couldn't wait and his secretary was going to clear whatever space in his schedule would fit my own. Believe me, when a doc tells you that, you know it's not going to be good news. Well, he sat me down in the office and explained that physically, my knee, leg and foot are healthy. The pain I feel all the time -- and will always feel all the time -- is the result of severe nerve damage caused by the accident. In the blink of an eye, my dreams of being an elite track athlete were over. I will always be in pain, my leg will always be discolored and swollen, I will always need a cane to walk, and I will always need physical therapy to ensure my leg doesn't atrophy."

Donna was crying more now, obviously my story had really gotten to her. She nuzzled herself close to me, letting go of my leg. She put her hands on either side of my face, and looked me in the eye. "You will always need, and always have something else, Er," she said wiping some of her tears away with a tissue.

"What's that?"

"Love," she said and kissed me. "My love, Erik. I've loved you for so long. Not just as a friend. I've loved you as a best friend. My best friend. And I love you even more that you were able to share all that with me. And I don't want to scare you, but I already love you as my boyfriend. You're so brave. So -- "

I didn't let her finish; I kissed her back, passionately. Her lips slowly parted, and our tongues met for the first time. She then lightly pushed me back down onto my pillow so I was lying down on the bed. Both hands moved to her shirt, which she began to unbutton.

"Are... are you taking off your top?" I asked unable to stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

She smirked and rolled her eyes without answering the question. A moment later her shirt hit the floor. Next, she quickly and effortlessly unlatched her bra and threw it onto the floor as well. Since I met her during orientation I knew she had a good body... and quite honestly I had attempted to sneak a peek more than a few times while staying over in her room while my roommate and hers were occupied in my room. As before, I was still amazed by just how large her breasts were -- and even more amazed about how she was able to conceal them from others' notice.

"Nit dos iz sheyn, vos iz sheyn, nor dos, vos es gefelt.,," I murmured.

"What was that?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips while she looked at me with a stern, yet playful expression.

"Oh, it's Yiddish. Um, it's tough to translate but it kind of means 'beauty is not definable by what one likes.' I think it's the basis for our English saying 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. And, I like what I'm beholding now!"

She giggled, and lifted up my shirt from my waist. "Off!" she lightheartedly commanded while tugging the shirt up and over my head. Naturally, I was quite happy to comply. "Well," she said to me inspecting my shirtless chest, "I nit dozeez shenvos ishen, nordoz, vohez geflet you too. Even your leg." Her Yiddish was horrible but that didn't matter. She pushed me back down again and this time leaned over to kiss me at the same time. She pushed her breasts onto my chest, which made both of us shiver.

"Are you cold?" I asked when I felt her shiver against me.

"No," she purred, and kissed my neck. "Just a little nervous."

I rolled her off my hips and onto her back. We kept making out for a moment or two before I responded. I caressed one breast and kissed the other. 

"Mmmm," she purred again, running her hands through my hair, constantly pulling me closer, not wanting her nipple to stop being kissed and sucked gently. 

"Me too," I agreed. "And we don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Shut up, Er" she teased finally pushing my mouth away from her nipple. "And help me get these jeans off! I want you so badly! Yours! Get your shorts off too!"

I unbuttoned the top button of her jeans and found she had a button-fly. "Curses!" I joked. "I can't be expected to get all those undone! There's like a hundred buttons there! Who do you think I am?! You get yours off and I'll worry about mine!" She giggled and in a flash, both our pants joined our shirts and her bra on the floor. We sat next to each other on our bed wearing nothing but my boxers and her panties. I don't know why, but I never pictured her wearing a thong. In the past, and even this morning, I had only ever seen her wearing bikini or boyshorts. Today, she had a zebra-print thong.

She snickered before we could continue, "Your boxers are so cute! Let me see them!" She moved in for a closer look.

"Of all the days for me to wear the ones with cows skiing and snowboarding!" I thought out loud slightly embarrassed.

She slid two fingers into the waistband on either side. "Don't be shy, I think they're great! But you're self-conscious about them, I guess we'll just have to take them off!" Before I could even react, my boxers joined the rest of the pile of clothes on the floor. "Whoa," she observed my hard-on, "someone else is pretty turned on too, huh?"

"I dunno," I said slyly, "I know how turned on I am, but our sample set includes two participants in this study. I have yet to determine the other's horniness." Kissing her nipple again, I began to suck it into my mouth. Then, I gently bit her; she squirmed with pleasure. As she squirmed, I moved my right hand down and softly caressed her pussy through her zebra-print thong panties. She had already soaked through them in anticipation of what we would soon undertake for the first time together.

I let go of her nipple, and scooted her to the edge of the bed. "Lift up," I coaxed. She happily complied, lifting her butt and hips off the bed so I could pull off her thong panties. I moved back to lay next to her, again asking if she was all right with what we were doing. Instead of answering verbally, she confirmed she was enjoying it by grabbing my hand and placing it between her legs. Effortlessly, I slid two fingers between the folds of her slit. She moaned with pleasure from my light touch. Finding her clit already just as wet as the rest of her I grasped it tenderly between my two fingers. She jumped, gasped and moaned again.

At first I thought I had hurt her, but Donna placed one of her hands over mine, urging me to keep going. Her other hand reached up and pulled my face down so our lips could once again meet. "Keep going," she whispered between kisses. "Oh my..." she shuddered. "You're going to make me cum again! You're so good, Erik. So good. Kiss me! Kiss me! I'm going to..." her hips spasmed and bucked as she came. "I'm cumming! Erik, keep going! Oh my God, keep going!" She pulled my lips even closer to hers as she came a second time.

Slightly out of breath, she laid back in the bed. "That was amazing!" she said, beaming with pleasure. "But we're not done yet! Lay back, Er. Now it's your turn! Where are the condoms? I want you inside me!"

I laid back on the bed, my head on my pillow. "They're over there," I said pointing out the nightstand drawer I put them in. "Can you go on top? It's hard for me to do anything but cowgirl or reverse cowgirl because of my knee."

She ripped open the condom wrapper with her teeth and spit it out onto the floor. "Oh, I'm going on top, alright! Are you sure you're ready?!"

"Yes, Donna, yes! I want you so badly! Put the condom on!"

She rolled it on and climbed on top of my hips. My rock hard cock stood totally erect in front of her pussy and neatly groomed hair. "I'm a little nervous," she said shyly. "I... Well, I'm not a virgin, but the other times I've had sex it didn't go to well. And... well, I've never been on top before."

"That's okay," I said reassuringly. "We'll just take it slow. If it hurts or you're too uncomfortable we'll find other positions, ok?"

"Okay, Erik, I trust you."

I lifted her hips and butt with my arms. She was so soft and fair. Together we positioned her pussy just over my cock, "Okay, Donna, just lower yourself onto me. It might hurt a little bit, but just try to relax and you'll get through it ok?"

She nodded her head and bit her lip. "Alright, Er, I'm ready!"

She slid herself down, slowly. The tip of my cock entered her pussy, then the rest of the head. She grimaced slightly but kept going. She leaned forward, putting her hands on either side of my head and kept sliding down. Soon my entire cock, from base to tip was inside her. She had a look of both extreme pleasure and mild pain.




College with a Cane Pt. 05



"You okay?" I asked.

"Uh-huh! It feels good, Er! It feels really good, it's just a little tight!"

"Don't worry, baby, it will be a little uncomfortable. But you know what'll make it feel even better?"

"What's that?"

I began to move her up and down my shaft, feeling every inch of her slick opening. "We have to move like this, does that feel good?"

"Yes, yes!" She began to increase her speed on her own. I lowered my hands off her ass and let her take over. "Oh, Erik, it feels amazing! Can I keep going!?"

"Keep going, Donna! You're doing great!" My breathing began to quicken, her pussy felt amazing around my dick. "Keep going, baby. You're going to make me cum!"

"Me too!" she said, bucking widely on my shaft. "This feels so good. Oh my god, what you did before is nothing compared to this! I can't... I can't keep going like this! I'm getting too weak! I can't control my legs!"

She began slowing down, obviously losing control of herself as she began to climax. On cue, I took over, ramming into her as much as I could. "Oh shit, Donna, you feel so amazing! Oh fuck!"

"Erik! Keep going! I'm gunna... I'm gunna... I'm—" she didn't finish her sentence, instead moans of pleasure overtook her voice. She came for the third time just as I began to cum inside her as well. She obviously was not expecting it, my release inside her triggered yet another orgasm. "Oh shit, Erik! Keep going! Oh shit, keep cumming, Erik! Keep cumming! Fill my pussy with your cum!"

I kept pushing into her has much as I could. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my cock stopped spurting and I fell back in the bed breathing heavily. She also fell forward, lying on top of me catching her breath. She quickly caught her breath and rolled off to the side of me. I was still semi-hard, and she pulled the condom off.

"Whoa!" she said marveling at the amount of cum in the condom. "Is it always that much?"

I gave her a tissue and grabbed the condom in another one. She began wiping me and herself off as I tossed the tissue wrapped condom into the garbage. "No," I said between breaths. "No, that was all because of you, because you felt so good."

She kissed me, got up, threw her tissue away and brought a bottle of water to the bed. "You felt amazing too," she admitted, kissing me again and laying back down. "I'm a little sore down there, though..."

"Oh poor baby! Well, you did get quite a work out! You know what'll help that soreness?"

"What's that?"

"We'll just have to keep doing this. Eventually, you'll stretch out a little bit and it'll feel just as good without the soreness."

"I'd like that, Erik! Practice makes perfect, right? But until then... do you have any ibuprofen? I think I'm going to be sore all day!"

"Sure, here, take these,"" I said, grabbing two of Sean's ibuprofen tablets. I hopped out of bed and hobbled over to the fridge. I opened it up, grabbed something inside and tossed it to her. "This icepack should help too!"

She giggled, wrapped the icepack around my shirt and placed it between her legs with a yelp. "Are you crazy!? This is freezing!"

"Yeah! It's ice! But you're always supposed to ice muscles after they've had an intense workout like that! As for me..." I grabbed a handful of the medicine cocktail I have to take regularly due to my nerve damage. "My pain's up, but don't worry. I'm in more pain but it was worth it. Why don't you ice yourself for 20 minutes, we'll watch some Simpsons on DVD and then take a nap? When we wake up, we should both be feeling a little better and we can join everyone else for dinner?"

She kept the icepack between her legs and took her ibuprofen. "Alright Erik. I'm so sleepy after that. I just want to cuddle and fall asleep in your arms!"

I turned on the TV, put in Season 6 of the Simpsons into the DVD player, and we watched until we fell asleep naked in each other's arms. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was her kissing my forehead.

"I love you, Donna," I said after her kiss.

"I love you too, Erik."