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Love Is Blind Ch. 1

By: AnonSky



Brad had this area of the library pretty much to himself - there were only four or five other people in the reading room. It was the first week of the term, and he was trying to get back into his study routine. He was engrossed in his reading and did not notice the young woman until she placed her books on the table, and asked, "Would you mind some company?"

Brad turned and glanced up at her, he could see her visibly recoil when she saw his full face, but before he could respond, she stammered, "Oh, I...I'm...I'm sorry I thought you were someone else." She picked up her books and beat a hasty retreat.

He shut his book more forcibly than he had intended. Several people glanced over at him - he ignored them. "A helluva lot of good those operations and all that damn pain did," thought Brad. Sadden, dejected, a little angry, he had lost interest in studying. Glancing at his watch, it was 7:15, he decided to take a break, and get a cup coffee.

As he walked into the small break room off the library lobby, there was a slight pause in the conversations of the seven or eight students seated at the small tables. Brad walked over to the coffee machine, put two quarters in the slot and punched the button. "Dammit, I should be used to this by now....should expect it," he thought as he looked at his image in the mirrored front of the machine, the scarred face looking back at him like one of the old Greek tragedy masks - one side of the face pure and good, the other side twisted into a horrible grimace. "Nothing can ever be same again," he thought bitterly.

There had been better times. In the eleventh grade, Brad had made first string on the football team, a wide receiver. He caught 14 touchdown passes that year - a school record. He had been named to the "All State-All Star High School Team." He and Julie were a pretty permanent twosome and were already talking about what college they wanted to attend - the accident changed all that. It was July, school was out, and he was cutting the lawn. He left the mower running to get another plastic bag out of the garage. When he came out, he saw Tommy, his six-year brother, trying to pour gas into the mower's fuel tank - he was spilling some and the mower was still running. Brad could remember yelling, grabbing Tommy by the back of his collar, and flinging his little brother backward, away from the mower, the gas, and the explosion.

Brad's next memory was waking up in the hospital weeks later in terrible pain, his life altered forever. Tommy was okay; however, Brad had been severely burned on the left side of his head and body by the gasoline - he was badly scarred. He almost died from the severity of the burns, only the expertise of the Burn Center at the hospital saved him. Julie tried to hang in there with him, but it was too much - she left for college and never wrote. The irony was, that in a right profile view, Brad was still the handsome young man he was meant to be, the damage was all to his left side. Now, five years and seven operations later, he was starting his junior year at the University.

Brad sipped his coffee as he glanced around the room, all the tables were taken, there were some vacant chairs at a couple of the tables, but he didn't want to intrude. He knew his face made most people uncomfortable. He took his coffee and walked out onto the small patio, the place to which smokers were exiled these days. The few tables on the patio were also taken, then he noticed the one in the far corner, only one girl sat at the table. He hesitated and then muttered to himself, "Why not? All she can do is say no, or get up and run away." A couple of the lights were burnt out on the patio and he could not see her very well until he got closer. She was a very beautiful...what his mother called a 'dishwater blonde,' too light to be brown, and too dark to be a true blonde. What surprised him was that she had on sunglasses, not just glasses as he originally thought.

"Hi....do you mind if I share the table with you?" Brad asked.

She smiled and made a gesture with her hand, palm up, "Oh no, please sit down. I'd enjoy some company...I'm new here and don't know many people yet."

"Thanks. I'm Brad Covington, just starting my third year. So, you're a freshman?"

"Hi Brad. I'm Allison McKinley. No, I'm somewhere between being a sophomore and a junior." She chuckled, "I transferred here from Hartwell Junior College, but not all my credits transferred with me - I need six more credit hours to be a junior."

"That's too bad, but that's only two subjects. You won't have any trouble making those up. What are you taking...your major?"

"English....actually creative writing."

"No kidding," Brad exclaimed, "I'm taking journalism but with a heavy emphasis on creative writing...really a double major." He watched her smile and thought "God, she is beautiful. I wish she would take off those darn glasses." He couldn't tell much about her figure with her seated, but it looked equally as nice. He was amazed...she had not shown any reaction to his face, and over the last few years he had gotten very good in spotting the reaction, even in those trying to hide their feelings. Her voice had a soft sultry tone to it - he could feel his prick twitch and stiffen some as he listened to her. It had been a long time since had done this, sat and talked with a girl, especially one as beautiful as this one.

They talked and before he knew it twenty minutes had gone by. Allison took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. "Has your coffee gotten cold?" asked Brad.

"It's not that, I don't mind cold coffee. I wanted black with sugar, but I must have hit the wrong button and got black."

"Let me get you another cup." When she started to protest, Brad hushed her, "I want another cup anyway, and I'll get you one too, a welcome to MSU."

He was back quickly with the coffee. He placed her coffee in the center of the small table. "Here you go...black with sugar."

Allison chuckled, "Okay, thanks....I owe you a cup. Next time it's on me."

As they continued to chat, Brad noticed that she had not picked up her coffee. She was moving her hand slowly back and forth across the small table, a little further out each time. Suddenly it dawned on Brad, the dark glasses on a poorly lit patio, no reaction to his scarred face - she was blind. Brad reached across, gently took her hand and placed it on the cup.

"I gave myself away didn't I?" she said quietly. "I'm sorry. I wasn't really trying to fool you...I just like to see how long I can pretend there's nothing wrong with me. Some people find it awkward talking with a blind person."

"Allison, all of us have our problems, some worse-some better. I've enjoyed talking with you more than anything I've done in quite awhile." Brad shook his head, "But you're new here...how did you find your way here all by yourself?"

Allison laughed, "I rode over with my sister. She's a true freshman....that's why I went to Hartwell for two years, waiting for her to graduate. We've got an apartment over at the Wesley Arms complex." Allison paused, "So I have Bev, and Galahad, my protector and my eyes."

"Galahad?"

"Under my chair." Allison chuckled as she called softly, "Here, Galahad."

Brad heard a soft "woof" and watched as a German Shepherd materialized from beneath her chair. It was so dimly lit in the their corner of the patio, and he had been so focused on Allison, that he had not noticed the dog.

"Don't pet him - just hold out your hand and let him get to know you."

Brad laughed and held out his hand toward Galahad. Galahad sniffed him, moved a little closer, and pushed his nose into the palm of Brad's hand.

"He likes you," said Allison when she felt the tug on the harness, "that's quite a compliment, he doesn't take to many people."

"He's a beautiful dog," said Brad. "Say, it's getting late, would you like to walk home...it's only about a twenty minute walk and it's a beautiful night. I live in the same place, Welsey Arms, in the C wing."

"I'd love to...Galahad and I both need the exercise, but I need to tell Bev."

At that moment a younger version of Allison walked up to the table. "Here you are. I thought you might have gotten lost in there."

As Brad stood up he saw Allison's sister take in his damaged face and the way her smile quickly turned off. Allison spoke up, "Bev, this Brad Covington, he's a junior. We've been sitting here talking. Brad, this is my sister, Beverly. Bev, sit down and join us."

"Hi, glad to meet you," said Brad. Beverly did not extend her hand so he held his back, then sat back down.

Beverly gave him a curt nod, "Hi," and glanced at Allison, "Allie, we need to be going...it's almost nine."

"Brad's offered to walk me back to the complex. He lives there too."

"I don't think that's such a good idea, Allie. We're new here, you don't know the town, the people, or Brad - you just met him. You'd better come on with me."

As Brad started to say something, Allison groped out and put her hand on his arm, "Wait Brad." Allison turned toward Beverly, "Beverly, even if Brad were a serial killer or a rapist, you've seen him, he wouldn't be stupid enough to do anything now. You go ahead. I'll be home in about 45 minutes."

After Beverly had left, obviously disapproving of Allison decision, Allison gave Brad's arm a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry Brad, Bev doesn't usually act that way...I don't know what got into her."

"She was just trying to protect you. After all, you really don't know much about me."

"I don't need that kind of protection - mothering." Allison laughed softly. "I bet I know more about you than you think. Don't say anything till I'm through and then tell me how many things I get wrong. OK?"

After he said okay, she began, "Listening to your voice when you're standing, you're about 5'10 or 5'11, not over six feet tall at most. You aren't fat, you're pretty trim, about 165 or 170 - your footsteps don't sound heavy. You've played football or some other sport; you walk like an athlete. You don't smoke or I'd smell it. You have a grade point average between 3.0 and 4.0, your use of the language, your choice of words, gives that away. You have a nice voice, it has a hint of sadness in it at times - like you've been disappointed or hurt. You're basically a gentle, thoughtful person - you reacted that way when you discovered I was blind." She smiled, then continued, "You use English Leather aftershave, and you had the liver and onion special at the cafeteria for dinner. Last of all, Galahad likes you." Allison laughed, "How did I do?"

Brad shook his head, laughing too, "You didn't miss a one, but you didn't get what soap I use."

"Irish Spring."

Brad laughed and held up his hands in mock surrender, "Okay..okay, I give up, but that wasn't what I meant about your sister." He continued in a more serious tone, "I think I know why your sister is concerned about me. She probably thinks I'm taking advantage of you because you can't see what I look like. I guess I was doing a little pretending too."

Brad paused, took a deep breath, and told Allison about the accident, his recovery, the operations, Julie, and how people tended to react to his scarred face. Allison was quiet for a moment when he finished. Then she asked softly, "Brad, can I see your face....would you let me really see it."

"I don't know what you mean...sure, but how?"

"I mean with my fingers...kneel down by my chair and let me see your face with my fingers."

"Sure....I guess that's okay," he said as he got up and knelt down.

Allison ran her fingers lightly over his face, then going back repeated it very slowly, as though she were drawing a map or a picture in her mind. As she traced the scars and felt the slick restored skin on the left side of his face, a tear ran from under her glasses and down her cheek. Then she left the scarred side and concentrated on the other side - she never said a word. After a few moments she whispered, "Oh Brad, thank you....thank you."

As Allison took off her glasses and wiped her eyes, Brad sat back down in the chair. Other than members of his family and the doctors and nurses, no one had touched his face in five years. He took a deep breath trying to steady his emotions - he glanced at his watch. "I need to get you home - your sister will have the cops out looking for us for sure, " he said jokingly in a soft voice.

Brad lay in bed reviewing the evening. They had gotten to her apartment about ten till ten - he had hated to see the walk end. She asked him to come in, but Beverly was obviously cool to the idea so he had declined. They did agree to meet at the library tomorrow afternoon about four p.m., and he realized he was looking forward to it with an eagerness that was unusual for him.

On the walk, Allison had told him about her accident, a car wreck when she was thirteen. A semi-truck had hit the car on the passenger side and she had ended up with a broken arm, leg, some cracked ribs, a punctured lung, and a piece of the chrome window trim piercing her skull. Her father just had minor injuries. Two weeks later, she had her fourteen birthday in the hospital - she also found out she would be blind for the rest of her life. At fifteen, she went to the Ripley Institute for the Blind in New York State, where she lived for three years. She got her high school diploma from Ripley, but she also learned how to live as a blind person in a sighted world. She got Galahad during her second year at Ripley, and after graduation, they had come home and entered the Jr. College, waiting for Beverly to graduate from high school.

"She is really amazing," thought Brad. She had told him she was lucky, she had been able to see for thirteen years, she had a point of reference when she read something or some one described something to her - she knew what red was, what a sunset looked like. Imagine those blind from birth, she had said, they had no reference, no memory of those things - they had never seen them. Brad drifted off to sleep thinking of tomorrow.

It was a beautiful Saturday in mid-November, unseasonably warm, with the temperature about 76 degrees. Bevelry had gone home for the weekend - Brad and Allison were at the large reservoir in the State Park that adjoined the campus. They like to come here in nice weather to sit and talk, or sometimes Brad would read to her, or just describe the sights, the boats, the lake, the other people there - Allison called it painting pictures with words. Today they were lying on their backs, side by side, on a blanket, and he was reading to her - reading Ken Follett's, "Night Over Water". He had just reached the section where Margaret crawls into Harry's sleeping compartment and Harry has a premature ejaculation - he'd forgotten how graphic the scene was. He was blushing, stumbling over the words, when Allison laughed and rolled over against him, partly on top him.

"I'll bet you're blushing," she teased. "You're embarrassed."

"I'd forgotten how graphic Follett can get..."

"Oh Brad, I've heard all those words before," she said as she put a finger against his lips, silencing him. "You know, we've been getting together almost every day for nearly three months, and you've never kissed me, never even tried. I thought you liked me."

Thrown off by the sudden change of subject, Brad stammered, "I...we....but I did. We've kissed goodnight."

"A peck...a peck on the lips really doesn't count." She stroked his face gently, "I dream about you some nights. I like it - I can see you in my dreams."

"You sure that isn't a nightmare."

"No, it's no nightmare," she said, as she poked him in his ribs, "it's a good dream. It couldn't get a PG rating, but I like it." She stroked his smooth right cheek with her fingertips, "This is the Brad I see - the Brad I dream is kissing me, making love to me."

Brad pulled her closer, kissing her, letting his tongue probe her lips. She opened her lips and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. She moved over, completely atop him, he could feel his growing erection trapped between their bodies - she had to be able to feel it too. When they finally broke from the passionate kiss, they were both breathing heavily.

"Allison....Allison, I've wanted to do that for so long," he whispered in her ear, hugging her tightly, feeling his full-blown erection pressing against her. "I just....I didn't want to do anything that might turn you off. I can't imagine not being able to see you, be with you. I didn't want to ruin that."

"You wouldn't," she said softly. She unbuttoned her blouse and guided his hand into it, placing his hand upon her breast, letting him cup her breast in his hand, his fingers stroking the swell of her breast above the bra. "Oh Brad, I've wanted you....I want you right now. I'm a 21 year old virgin; I don't want to be a 22 year old virgin." She sought his lips and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth with a wild abandon, pushing and rubbing herself against his rigid erection trapped between them.

Cupping his face between her hands, she drew back from his lips, "Oh Brad, I want you...I want you now. You want me...I know you do, I can feel you."

"God, I do. I want you so bad it hurts....but this...this is too public. There are some people just over to the left." At that moment Galahad whined rather loudly, Brad laughed softly, "Besides, Galahad's watching."

Allison laughed, gave him a quick kiss, and sat up, "Okay, let's go back to the apartment."

Brad's fingers trembled as he unbuttoned Allison's blouse. All the way home, she had sat next to him, her head on his shoulder and her hand between his thighs gripping his rigid prick, occasionally stroking it. When he told her he needed to stop at the drugstore for some condoms, she had just gripped him even tighter and told him that they didn't need them. She had gone by the clinic and gotten a prescription for the pill in early October - she said she knew then, that sooner or later, they were going to be lovers. Since she was a virgin, the doctor gave her a quick exam to see if there were any problems. Dr. Cohen had told her that she had a very strong hymen that might cause problems and some pain the first time she had intercourse. The doctor recommended that Allison let her rupture it. Allison said, "I let her cut it....I want it to be perfect for us, especially the first time."

They stretched out on the bed, their naked bodies melding into each other. Brad's hand massaged her breast, rolling the stiff nipple between two fingers as he kissed her. Allison opened her legs and let his stiff prick slip between her thighs, pressing against her wet vulva. She could feel the shaft of his rigid, warm prick pressing up between her labia, the moist outer lips of her vulva.

"Oh God, Allison, I don't know if I can keep from cumming....I want you so much," he moaned. "I'm going to be as quick as Harry was in that book."

Allison chuckled, "That's okay....we've got all afternoon and tomorrow. Anyway, it's my fault for playing with you all the way home." She laughed, "I hope no one saw us coming in, your pants must have been sticking way out in front of you." She sat up and slid down his body until her head was even with his hips. Taking his prick in her hand she felt up and down its length, seeing it with her fingertips. "I've never seen an erect penis," she whispered. "Penis doesn't sound right - prick, an erect prick. That sounds better when you're making love." She kissed the head of his prick and tasted the pre-cum oozing from his slit. "Oh....you're leaking," she said, licking the pre-cum off her lips.

Brad chuckled, "It's just pre-cum....I guess it helps lubricate the girl, makes it easier to go in."

"The way I feel down there, I don't need any lubrication. Anyway, I like the taste." She lowered her head and slipped her lips over the head of his prick, letting it slip deep into her mouth.


Love Is Blind Ch. 1



Brad moaned softly. "Allison....Allison, you're going to make me cum."

She ignored him and sucked harder, moving her mouth up to the crown, she began to vigorously tongue the head of his prick while, with her other hand, she cupped his balls and gently fondled them. She heard him moan and felt him thrust his prick up deeper into her mouth. His prick seem to swell even larger, throb and then erupt, spewing his cum deep into her throat. She heard him moan, "Don't stop.....Oh God, don't stop," as she swallowed rapidly, trying to keep up with the flood of cum her tongue and mouth had unleashed. Finally, the pulsations slowed, allowing her to breathe more deeply and catch her breath. She continued to gently suck his prick as it rapidly became limp, shrinking in her mouth.

Allison moved back beside Brad, snuggling up close to him as he took her in his arm. "Did I do that right? Was that the way to do it?" she whispered.

Brad chuckled and hugged her, "As far I'm concerned it was....it was wonderful. I've never had anyone do that to me."

"You and Julie didn't....I thought..."

Brad kissed her lightly, interrupting her, "No. We came close with some heavy petting, but we never had sex - not even oral sex. We probably would have done it that summer, but I had the accident." He chuckled, "So....you see, you've got a 22 year old virgin here - this is really a case of the blind leading the blind."

She laughed and kissed him back, "I'm glad. I wouldn't have cared if you and Julie had made love, but I like it better this way. This way, I feel like you're all mine - no one else's." She kissed him, a long slow, passionate kiss.

He let his hand wander down her body, through the soft fine pubic hair and cupped her vulva in his hand. She moaned softly as his finger slipped between the wet moist lips of her pussy, deep into her vagina. Brad buried his face against her neck and whispered, "Now I get to turn you on, torture you, the way you did me in the car." He rubbed her mons with the heel of his hand as he worked his finger in and around her vagina." He chuckled, "I think you're right - penis and vagina sound too clinical - we'll use 'prick and pussy' when we make love, they sound more sexy."

Allison laughed softly and pulled him over more on top her, "Oh Brad," she moaned, "I get so excited when I touch you or you touch me - it's downright scary. I've never wanted anyone like this before... wanted someone this much....never."

Brad began to kiss his way down her body, first her nipples, then her navel, her mons and down the inner side of her thigh. Rolling over between her legs, he lifted her legs upward over his shoulders, spreading her sex wide open to him as he lowered his mouth to her pussy. He paused looking at her vulva, it was glistening with moisture, the lips of her pussy were swollen, a dark inviting pink, looking soft and tender - he could feel his prick becoming erect, her fragrance arousing and exciting him. When he placed his fingers on each side of her pussy, pulling her flesh away to the sides, her labia, the outer lips, opened up like a blossom exposing the inner lips and her virginal center - she was beautiful. He whispered, "Allison, you're....you're beautiful." She could feel his breath on the sensitive lips of her vulva. "Tell me when it feels good....when I'm doing it right." She moaned as his mouth engulfed her and she felt his tongue probing, stroking, entering her pussy.

Allison's breasts felt neglected, her nipples were so taut, so rigid that they ached. She grasped a breast in each hand and began to gently pull and twist the aching nipples. "Oh God, Brad....that feels good...real good. Higher, a little higher....suck my clit." Even though she was expecting it, her body jerked violently when his lips and tongue closed on her engorged clitoris. "Oh Brad....Brad," she moaned softly, "that's....that's it." As his tongue teased and stroked her clit, she felt the excitement building rapidly in her body, then peak with a powerful release as she clamped her thighs around his head. She felt as if her whole body was suffused with feeling - it felt wonderful. She whispered, "Oh...Oh Brad...no more....I can't....," she opened her legs, letting them fall away, releasing his head from their viselike grip.

Brad crawled up beside her and took her in his arms, kissing her gently, letting his tongue glide tenderly over her lips. "Allison, you may not want to hear this, but I have to say it, I just have to - I love you....I think I've loved you since that first night I walked you home."

"Oh Brad...I love you too." She hugged him tightly, "God, I hoped you loved me...I wanted you to love me....I wanted it so much." She could feel his rigid prick poking against her, "Brad, make love to me....really make love. I want to feel you in me...in me where you belong."

He knelt between her legs, and as she lifted her knees, he rubbed the head of his prick over her wet pussy, slipping it between her swollen pussy lips. Leaning forward, supporting himself with his arms, he pressed ahead pushing his prick into the tight, wet depths of her virgin pussy. He felt a slight resistance as the remains of her ruptured hymen gave way, "I'll go slow, tell me if it hurts," then he felt his prick slide into her, all the way into her. "Oh Allison, I've never felt anything so....so good...so warm and tight."

Allison pulled him down to her breasts, wrapped her legs around his, and pushed her hips upward, wanting to feel the sensation of his prick even deeper in aching pussy. She moaned, " It didn't hurt....not any.....Oh God, Brad...I want you so much." She pushed against him, grinding her pubic area against him, whispering huskily, "Fuck me, Brad. Fuck me good." He withdrew some, then began to stroke his hard prick back and forth in her tight pussy. She hugged him tighter, murmuring, "You feel so good....so good. I'd lay in bed at night trying to imagine what it would feel like to have you really in me...making love to me. God, I never dreamed it would feel like this. Oh Brad, I love you....I love you, and I want you... fuck me...fuck me harder."

Allison's language was making him even more aroused, "Dam....," he buried his face against her neck. "God, you turn me on when you talk like that.....I didn't think I could be any harder......I've never been this hard..... this big before."

She hugged him tightly, thrusting her hips up to meet his, as he plunged his prick into her. "Good....good," she gasped, "I like to talk sexy to you...I want to make you want me....it gets to me too, makes me want you even more. Makes me want that big prick deep....as deep as you can.....in my pussy. I want to feel you cum in me....cum in my pussy....just like you did in my mouth. Oh Brad, fuck me....fuck me as hard as you can."

He speeded up his thrusts, driving his prick into her - the sensations in her pussy were exciting and maddening, all at the same time. She moaned softly, she could feel her desire building and building, the release she wanted tantalizing her, just out of her reach, needing just one more thrust, one more push deeper into her aching pussy. She clutched his buttocks and pulled him against her as though she would pull him bodily into her aching pussy. She felt the sensation begin deep in her throbbing pussy and, as the spasms began, she heard him moan, "Oh God, Allison, I'm going to cum." She gripped him tighter as her climax peaked, her body shuddering against his, her pussy clutching his throbbing prick as he pumped his cum into her.

Brad collapsed atop her and still holding her tightly, rolled over on their sides, his limp prick slipping from her cum drenched pussy. They were both breathing heavily, panting for air, like they had just completed a series of sprints. Allison buried her face against his neck and shoulder and murmured weakly, "Oh Brad, I love you......I love you so much."

Brad took a deep breath, brushed her hair away from her cheek and kissed her gently, "I love you too......God, I don't know how I got so lucky." He chuckled softly, "Was it perfect enough for you - our first time?"

"Yes.....Yes, I still can't believe how good it was...how good I feel right now." She kissed his neck and whispered, "The doctor was wrong....what she said was wrong."

"What was wrong....what did she say?"

"When she cut my hymen, she said not to expect much the first time....that it was often not very satisfying for the woman." She tongued his neck, chuckled and whispered, "I'm not sure I could take anymore satisfaction. If it gets any more satisfying, I'd never let you get out bed again - we'd just fuck ourselves to death."

Brad laughed and suddenly felt her face hot against his neck. "You're blushing....I feel your face, it's so hot you're almost burning me."

She hid her face even deeper against him, "I can't believe I just said what I did....you'll think I'm crude....too vulgar."

He laughed, hugging her tightly, "No....never. Besides, I don't think saying 'having intercourse to death' or 'having sexual congress to death' carries quite the same impact."

She raised her head and grasping his chin turned his face to hers, "Now, you're teasing me," she murmured. She kissed him tenderly, running her tongue over his lips. "Oh Brad, I've never felt this happy....this good before. Just hold me...hold me tight. I just need to rest a few minutes," she whispered as she laid her head on his shoulder.

"Sure...go ahead and relax. I've got you....I don't ever want to turn you loose."

"Brad," she asked in drowsy voice, "will you take me to the Chapel service in the morning?"

"Okay, as long as I don't have to repent for my sinful ways."

"Don't be silly. I just want to show my thankfulness for finding you and for loving you. I thought...no, I was afraid.....afraid I might not ever get the chance to really love someone - passionately love someone and be loved that way. I can't expect to live a normal life - you know, husband, kids and all that - being blind makes it hard."

"Allison, I.." she placed her fingers against his lips stopping him.

"No. No, commitments, Brad. We have almost two years before we graduate. We've found each other, let's just enjoy that for now. We'll let the future take care of itself." She gave his lips a quick kiss. "I'm not afraid anymore - I met you - that's enough for now. Just hold me, hold me close, and let me rest for a few minutes."

"I'm the one that ought to be thankful, not her," Brad thought. He listened to Allison's breathing slow as she dozed off - he closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep as well.

Allison was awaken by the soft sound of the chimes coming from the living room clock, she counted the strokes, six. She was still cuddled up to Brad, her head resting on his arm and shoulder. Brad was asleep.

"Brad couldn't hear them," she thought. "A fringe benefit of being blind - acute hearing." She smiled to herself, "It's true, the body compensates for the lost of sight by making the other senses sharper - I know my sense of hearing and smell are better than most people. Maybe it applies to the sense of touch as well, both touching and being touched. Maybe that was why the sex was so exciting to me, why my body responded so completely to the feel of Brad's prick in my pussy."

She stifled a giggle, she didn't want to wake Brad, "I can't believe I said some of those things when we were fucking," she almost chuckled out loud as she used the word in her thoughts. "Oh Brad, I'm wide awake here, getting myself all hot and bothered, and you're still asleep," she thought. She felt her pussy respond to her thoughts with a rush of warmth and a feeling of moistness between her legs.

She slid her hand down her body and between her legs, cupping her vulva in her hand. "Oh....I'm soaking wet...some of that must be his cum," she thought, as she slipped two fingers between the lips of her pussy and into herself. "He certainly cums enough - when he started coming in my mouth, it felt like I had my mouth over a fire hose and some one turned the water on." She withdrew her fingers and brought them to her mouth, she could smell the aroma of his cum and her own juices on her fingers as she slowly licked them. "Oh God, Brad," she thought as she felt her body reacting to her thoughts and actions, "if you don't wake up I'm going to attack you....I want you so much....I want to fuck you and keep on fucking you."

She slid her hand down his body, through his damp matted pubic hair, and took his prick in her hand. She sat up very quietly and leaned over him, taking his flaccid prick into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. She could feel it begin to grow larger as his body responded to her tongue, pumping blood into his prick until it was fully engorged, filling her mouth, the large head pressing against the back of her throat. She felt Brad's hand on her shoulder as he said softly, "I love that, but come up here, let's do something both of us can enjoy."

Allison raised up, turned and stretched herself out atop him, trapping his erect prick between her thighs. "How do you know I wasn't enjoying that - I love to suck your prick," she chuckled. "I got to feel it grow and grow, it's amazing to me - it gets so hard and so hot, but the head is so smooth, silky feeling." Allison laughed, "How did you like your wake up call?"

"I love it. I want to wake up like that every morning." Brad pulled her to him, guiding her lips to his, he kissed her passionately. He felt her slide her body back slightly, sliding her pussy over his rigid prick, he felt the large wet lips engulf his shaft as it slipped between them. "I want you....I want you right now," he murmured against her lips.

"Oh Brad, that's all I've been thinking about. Put it in me.....please, put it in me," she whispered. "I couldn't want you any more than this....fuck me....please, fuck me."

He reached down between them and guided his prick into her, thrusting upward as she pushed down on his prick. Although she was extremely tight, his prick glided into her wet pussy as smoothly as a perfect dive into water. "My God, Allison - you're so wet, so ready."

She hugged him, grunting softly as she tried to push her pussy even further down on his prick, "I...I know. I know. All I've been thinking.....thinking about is this...doing this. Fucking you....Oh Brad, fuck me....fuck me till I yell for mercy."

"That's it," whispered Brad as he tongued around her ear lobe. "That's the way...push your pussy down on my prick...push hard...get it deep in your pussy." She moaned softly and increased the tempo of her efforts. "Oh Allison, you like it don't you...you like for me to talk sexy to you. It turns you on."

"Yes...Yes...Oh God, you feel good," gasped Allison. "I want you so much...so much."

Brad gripped her hips with both hands and thrust up into her, meeting her downward thrust. When their bodies met with his prick fully buried in her moist pussy, he would push her hips down his body, trapping her clit against the upper side of his shaft and their bodies. Each time he did, Allison moaned loudly and ground her pussy against him even harder. She pumped her pussy even faster, sliding it down his rigid shaft until their bodies met with an audible slap...flesh meeting flesh. In the heat of her passion, she raised her ass too high and he slipped from the wet pussy, his prick running up between the crack in her ass as she came down.

"Oh...put it back...put it back," begged Allison. She raised her hips and as Brad slipped the head of his prick between the lips of her pussy, she rammed her hips down, sinking his prick deep into her hungry cunt. "Oh Brad...Brad," she moaned softly.

He gripped her tightly and slowed her down. "Let's not go so fast. You'll make me cum too quick. Fuck me nice and easy...take it slow." He hugged her tightly and kissed her passionately, letting his tongue tease her lips and tongue. He was thrusting into her and lifting her hips up till his own ass was four or five inches off the bed - her engorged clitoris trapped between their bodies, rubbing against his hard shaft.

Each time Brad lifted her with his hips, Allison could feel the tension building in her body, aching for release. Each time the pressure on her clit and the feel of his prick driving into her pushed her closer to the brink, so tantalizingly close that it was driving her wild with desire.

"Oh...Ohhhh Brad, I can't...I want you. Oh Brad, I'm going to cum...going to," she moaned in his ear. "I can't wait...I don't want to wait. Make me cum...please, make me cum now."

He grabbed her buttocks in his hands and holding her to him, rolled her over onto her back. She quickly wrapped her legs around his thighs and pushed her hips up to his, wanting his prick as deep into her aching pussy as she could get it. Brad began to pump his prick into her with long fast strokes, driving into her pussy so hard that they could hear the wet slap of their bodies coming together.

"Yes...Yes. Oh fuck me...fuck me. OH...Oh, I'm going to cum. OH GOD!" Allison buried her face against his neck, sucking his flesh up into her mouth to cut off her cries, as her orgasm wracked her body. She heard Brad groan and felt him thrust deep into her pussy and hold it there - she knew he was cumming, spewing his cum into her throbbing pussy. She felt another sensation, even more intense, start deep in her body, build rapidly, and burst through her senses as her body shuddered from its release.

"Brad...Brad...Brad," gasped Allison, so spent she could only gasp out his name.

Brad lay atop her, breathing heavily, equally exhausted. When he tried to roll off to one side, Allison hugged him even tighter with both her arms and her legs, "No...No, stay there. I...I don't want to let...let you go," gasped Allison between breaths. "I like you...I want you right...right here. I love...love to feel you on me...in me."

Chuckling weakly, Brad kissed her lips. "My God, I think I have an insatiable woman on my hands. I don't know if I'm big enough for that job."

"You're plenty big enough, that's why I like it so much," she whispered. Allison unwrapped her legs from his and they rolled over on their sides, still in each other's arms. As they did so, they heard scratching at the bedroom door and a low whine.

Brad laughed softly, "I think Galahad is getting lonely or jealous, or both."

"No, he knows it's time for his walk."

"Okay, why don't we take him for a walk and we can also get some dinner."

"I've got a better idea. We'll take him for a walk," she kissed him tenderly, "come back and order a pizza and have it in bed."

"Insatiable...just as I thought."

To Be Continued...



Love Is Blind Ch. 2



"That's all I can eat," said Brad and glanced around the restaurant. Brad had finally convinced Allison that they should get something to eat before returning to the apartment - that eating pizza in bed wasn't a good idea. Mario's Pizza Parlor was almost deserted. It was between movie times, and there were only two other couples in the restaurant. Brad and Allison were sitting beside each other in a booth with Galahad lying on the floor under the table.

"Are you sure," Allison felt for the platter in the center of the table, "there's still one piece left." She leaned against him with her shoulder. "I want to be sure you keep your strength up - you may need it tonight," she said and laughed softly.

Brad put his right arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze. "I'll try to hold up."

"Brad, you did give me my black pants, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Because I think I've soaked the seat of my pants. If they're black it shouldn't show up"

Chuckling softly, Brad asked, "How did you do that? I didn't see you spill anything."

"I didn't spill anything. It's your fault. You're leaking out of me." When Brad laughed, she nudged him with her elbow. "I didn't put on any panties. I thought we were going to take Galahad out, and then go right back in - I didn't know we were going to come here. Anyway, I didn't know it would leak out like this. I thought it was suppose to stay in there."

Laughing softly Brad whispered in her ear, "It only takes one of those little devils to get you pregnant, and I must have put thousands of them of in there - so a few leak out, no problem. Don't worry about it. It's dark now and no one will notice." He leaned in closer and kissed her ear.

Allison gripped his thigh, turned her face to him and gave him a quick kiss. "Why don't you take me home so you can replace what's leaked out."

"I'll be happy to do that," he whispered. He slid his left hand up between her thighs and cupped her vulva in his fingers, pressing the pants fabric against her pussy. "My..MY, you are a little wet down there."

"Oh Brad, that's not helping, that's making it worse," she gasped softly, leaning against his shoulder. "Let's get out here before I attack you here in the booth - we'd both get kicked out of school."

"There, Galahad is all taken care of," she said as she closed the bedroom door. "Are you ready for me?"

"You know I am. I was getting ready to come looking for you." Brad watched her as she undressed. "God, she's beautiful," he thought. She had taken off her top and bra and her breasts hung down, teasing him, as she bent over some to remove her pants. Watching her in her apartment, you would never know she was blind. She knew where everything was and moved about without any hesitation.

Allison slid into the bed beside him, and he took her in his arms pulling her to him. As she rolled her body into his, his rigid prick poked between her thighs and slid between them as she opened them.

"Hmmm, I would say you're more that ready. That thing poking between my legs feels awfully hard and warm," murmured Allison. "I love the way it feels, to know that you want me."

"Allison, I'll always want you. Watching you undress, your tits hanging down like that when you bent over, you were beautiful." He kissed her breast and took the large nipple in his mouth, sucking and tonguing it, as she put her hand on the back of his head, pressing his mouth down harder against her breast. His hand cupped her vulva and she moaned softly as his finger entered her wet pussy.

"Oh Brad, I want you...I want you now." Placing both hands on his head, she pulled him from her breast and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. When he thrust his tongue back, she sucked it into her mouth, letting her tongue play with his. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "I love you. God, I love you so much." She rolled over on her back, spreading her legs wide as she pulled him on top her, between her legs, pushing her hips against him. "I want to you fuck me...fuck me good," she moaned softly against his open lips, as she reached down and guided his prick between her swollen pussy lips.

He thrust his rigid prick into her tight pussy, entering easily despite her tightness, and as their bodies met, he felt her flinch. "Did that hurt?" he asked, holding his prick buried in her wet pussy.

Allison chuckled softly, "Just a little. It's a little tender - sore - down there. We gave it a pretty good pounding this afternoon." She hugged him, kissing his neck and tonguing his ear lobe, and whispered, "My pussy is not use to this much attention," she murmured, "but it feels good now. I love the way it feels in me. Oh Brad, I never dreamed it would be this good....that I'd want you this much." She pushed her hips against him and wrapped her legs around his thighs. "Fuck me nice and slow....make it last....last a long time."

Brad withdrew almost out of her pussy - withdrew until he could feel her large swollen pussy lips around the head of his prick, and then slowly pushed back into her, being careful not to press too hard against her tender mons when he reached her wet depths. He covered her lips with his, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, as he continued his slow thrusts into her. Pulling back from her lips and propping himself up on his elbows, he whispered, "God, you feel good....so warm and tight. I still can't believe it....believe that we're here, making love. It's like a dream come true." He gave her quick kiss, "I'm almost afraid something will happen....that I don't deserve to be this lucky."

"I know, honey. I know," she murmured, as she pulled him down on her, burying her face against his neck and shoulder. She slid her hands down his back to his buttocks, and as he slowly thrust his prick into her, she gripped him and pulled him hard into her aching pussy. "Oh Brad, I'm not that sore....I won't break. Fuck me....fuck me hard. I want to feel that big prick going in me hard. Make me want you even more." She moaned softly as he speeded up his thrusting, meeting her hips harder, pushing his prick deep into her tight, wet cunt. "Oh..Oh, that's it. I like that. Oh God, I like it." Allison arched her hips, pushing her cunt up to meet his prick as it drove into her, "Oh Brad, it feels wonderful.....that's it, fuck me deep....get as deep as you can.....God, it feels so good."

When she unwrapped her legs from around him, he gripped her buttock with his right hand and rolled over, pulling her on top of him, with his prick deep in her pussy. She began to raise and lower her ass, plunging her cunt down on his prick fucking him. She raised her upper body by extending her arms, pushing up, driving his prick even deeper into her pussy. "Oohhhhh....Brad," she moaned, "it feels good...so good." Brad raised up on his elbows and took one of her large hard nipples in his mouth, sucking it and massaging it with his lips. "OOHHhhhhh....that's good....that's good....harder....suck harder," she cried.

She could feel her sensitive engorged clitoris being trapped between her body and the base of his prick as she plunged her throbbing pussy down onto his stiff prick. The sensations of Brad sucking her nipple and her clit being squeezed against her body by his prick were driving her wild. She wanted to cum - to cum now. She needed to cum. "OH Brad, make me cum....make me cum," she moaned. Brad gripped her hips and began to thrust his prick up into her pussy as a furious pace. She pounded her pussy down on his rigid prick, trying to get even more into her now convulsing pussy. "OOOhhhhhh...GOD, NOW...NOW," she cried out. She collapsed forward on his chest, as he drove his prick deep into her throbbing pussy and held it there, his prick erupting, spewing his cum deep into the recesses of her cunt.

"Oh Brad," she moaned softly, her face buried against his neck, "I can still feel you - feel your prick throbbing."

"I know. I thought I was never going to stop cumming," he gasped. Taking a deep breath, he hugged her tightly. "Allison, you're fantastic....really."

She kissed his neck, and still trying to catch her breath, whispered, "You're pretty durn good yourself." Tired, she just let herself slide off his body to his right side, his limp prick escaping from her cum soaked pussy. Draping an arm across his chest, she asked, "Brad, how many different ways can you make love? You know, different positions for fucking."

Brad chuckled, "I don't really know. Quite a few I expect. Why?"

"I want us to try all of them." She raised up found his chin with her hand and kissed him softly. Pulling back, she whispered, "I love fucking you and I don't want to miss anything because we didn't try it."

He laughed. "Christ, I really do have an insatiable woman on my hands. I hope you don't want to try all 100 different positions this weekend."

"Are there really that many?"

He turned his body toward hers, hugging her, laughing softly. "I don't know. I'm just teasing you." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I love fucking you too, and we'll try all we can dream up, if you want to."

"Good, I......" She was interrupted by the phone by ringing. She gave Brad a quick kiss and whispered, "I'm glad they didn't call a few minutes ago." Allison sat up and leaned back against the headboard and felt for the phone on the nightstand. "It's probably my folks checking up on me." She picked it up on the third ring before the answering machine could respond.

Brad put his head in her lap and turning his face to her body, nuzzled her damp pubic hair with his nose. He could smell the heavy, musky scent of her sex mixed with his cum and the heat of her body - a tantalizing, arousing aroma. Allison gently stroked his face with her hand as he lay there, listening to one side of the conversation.

"Hello, __________ Oh, hi Mom, _________ No, I'm fine. Just got back from the pizza parlor and walking Galahad, _________________ Yes, that boy took me, Brad. __________ Mom, he's real nice. If you knew him you'd like him. ___________ Mom, I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself. I was by myself for three years at Ripley. ___________ I didn't want to come home this weekend - I'll be there for Thanksgiving - that's just a little over a week from now. ___________ No, I don't want to go out with other guys. I like Brad. I don't care what Bev thinks; she isn't the one going out with him. ___________ Yeah Mom, I'm so desperate that I may grab him by his hair and drag him in my bedroom and screw his brains out."

Brad pressed his face against her stomach, playing with her pubic hair with his tongue as he listened to the one-sided conversation.

"Okay Mom, I know you didn't mean it that way. ___________ Yeah, I will. No, I'm not mad at you. __________Okay, I love you too. Is Dad there? Let me say hi to him. __________ Hi Dad _________ Yeah, I know she worries about me, but she forgets I'm 21 years old now. Old enough to know what I'm doing. ______________ Yeah, I'd say it could get pretty serious. ____________ No, don't worry, we aren't going to do anything rash. We've both got almost two years before we graduate - plenty of time to get to know each other. ________ I know. Maybe we can arrange something for Christmas. ____________ No, I don't need anything. __________Okay, I'll call if I do. _________ I love you too. Bye-Bye."

As Allison hung up the phone, Brad sat up and put his arm around her. "What's this about screwing my brains out? I assume you meant me."

She turned and let him cradle her in his arms, her face against his chest, her lips searching for and finding his nipple. She tongued his nipple, sucking it into her mouth. She let the suction break with a soft plop. "Who else do you think I'd be talking about except you. I ought to bite this for saying that," she teased, catching his nipple between her teeth.

Brad laughed, "I thought for a minute you were going to tell your mother that we'd been doing just that - fucking our brains out."

"I thought about doing that." She raised her head and kissed him under his chin. "I'm sorry Brad, it's just that my Mom can get me really teed off at times. She as much as said that the only reason I was seeing you so much, was that I was afraid no one else would take me out, so I'd go with some one who couldn't get anyone but a blind girl to go out with him." She hugged him tightly, "That's not true. I'm with you because I want to be with you - I love you."

Brad hugged her and taking her hand, placed her palm against his scarred face. "I know, honey, but we can't ignore it, these scars aren't going to go away. People, not just your Mom, are going to think that, even if they don't have the guts to say it out loud," he said in a low bitter voice. "And, I don't like to admit it, but she may be right on one thing - you could certainly do a lot better than me. With my face, the prospects for my future after college aren't the best in the world."

Allison sat up, stroking his scarred face, "Now you're getting me mad. I don't like to hear you talk like that. I don't care what people think - I know you. I know you better blind than I would if I could see. You're the best thing that's happened to me since that accident." She hugged him tightly, "Oh Brad, the only thing I'm scared of is losing you."

He guided her lips to his and kissed her tenderly and then breaking the kiss, whispered, "You're going to have to run me off to lose me. I wasn't really living these last five years, I was just surviving. You've changed all that."

Allison kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth, pressing her breasts against his chest, and pulling him down beside her on the bed. She placed his hand on her breast as she continued to kiss him passionately. Now lying toe-to-toe, she pressed her hips against his, rubbing her mons against his semi-hard prick.

Brad fondled her tits, squeezing her nipples gently with his fingers. "These are certainly hard....I wonder why," he whispered when they broke from the kiss.

"Harder than your prick right now," whispered Allison, as she grasped his semi-hard prick in her hand, stroking it with her fingers, feeling it rapidly stiffen. "But that's changing pretty fast."

Pushing him over on his back, she sat up and lowered her mouth to his prick, slipping her lips over the huge head and tonguing it. She could still taste his cum and her own juices on his hard prick. The scent of their previous lovemaking was very strong and very arousing. She circled the crown of his prick with the tip of her tongue, probing at the 'v' cleft under the head of his prick, sliding her tongue up to the slit and then taking him all the way into her mouth until the head of his prick was pressing against her throat entrance and her nose was buried in his fragrant pubic hair.

Raising up, she quickly straddled his hips and guided his rigid prick into her wet pussy, pushing down on it, taking it all the way into her moist, throbbing cunt. "Oh God, it feels good." She stretched out on his chest, hugging him and kissing him. "Oh, fuck me slow...real slow. Make it last a long time," she whispered huskily, as she slowly pumped her ass up down on his hard shaft. With his prick buried deep in her pussy, she was only raising her ass an inch or two, then pressing back down, enjoying the feel of his huge prick pushing at the back of her pussy. "Oh that's it, nice and slow," she moaned. She kissed him, teasing his tongue with hers as she continued the slow movement up and down on the rigid shaft in her pussy. "Oh Brad, going slow like this, I can feel every bit of your prick as it goes in me. Oh....Oh, I don't know how long I can stand this."

Brad's hands were massaging her tits, his fingers gently twisting and pulling on her hard nipples. "Allison....Allison, I love you," he murmured against her lips. He was thrusting his hips up to meet hers but at the same slow pace she was using to drive her pussy down on his prick. "Fuck me just as slow as you want to.....God, you feel wonderful."

After a few minutes, Allison began to move her pussy down on his hard shaft with more force and taking longer strokes. "Oh Brad.....Brad." Allison's voice was almost a whimper as she moaned, "Turn us over. Turn us over and fuck me like crazy. Do it now......I want you so much....so much it hurts."

He gripped her buttock and turned over, not letting his prick escape from her pussy. With her now on bottom, he began to take long fast strokes, his balls slapping against her ass each time his thrust reached the depths of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and began to thrust her hips up to meet his thrusts, gripping his buttocks in her hands, she pulled him into her pussy as hard as she could.

She wasn't making a sound. Her desire was so intense that all she could concentrate on was to get his prick deeper and deeper into her throbbing pussy. She knew she was gripping his buttocks so tightly that her nails were digging into him, but she couldn't help it, she just pulled him harder against her thrusting pussy. She felt the mounting sensation in her pussy, and each time he withdrew, her pussy ached in anticipation of it driving back into her. She felt the tension build and build, until with a shudder that raced through her body, the spasms of her orgasm began to ripple through her pussy. She could feel her pussy contracting, squeezing his prick as it drove into her aching pussy. Brad thrust his prick as deep as he could, held it there, and moaned softly. She knew he was cumming. She buried her head against his neck, moaning too, as another wave of spasms convulsed her pussy.

He lay quietly atop her; his prick still buried deep within her pussy, feeling the last dregs of his cum drain from his throbbing prick. "Oh Lord, Allison," he murmured softly, "that was the most...most....I don't know. The best..."

"I know. I know," she whispered hoarsely. "It was for me too." They lay there quietly, exhausted by the intense experience. She could feel his prick softening in her, then being squeezed out by her tight pussy, and his cum running down the crack of her ass as some drained from her. "Oh Brad, I love you. Making love with you just keeps getting better and better." She chuckled, "Maybe I ought tell Mom how good it is - then she'd understand." She hugged him and kissed him tenderly as they rolled over onto their sides.

"I ought to go get a shower. No, we ought to go get one together, but I'm just too tired," she whispered. "I just want to be here in your arms....let you hold me."

"Just lay there....there's no rush. I like holding you like this." Brad sat up and grabbed the light blanket at the foot of the bed and pulled it over them. As he took her back in his arms, kissing her tenderly, he whispered, "Can't have you getting cold."

"Oh Brad, this has been one of the best days of my life. I don't think I've ever been happier." She put her face against his neck and shoulder, kissing his skin. "I'm glad you can stay all night....glad you don't have to leave." She snuggled even closer to him. "I like the idea of sleeping in your arms....of you holding me."

After a few minutes, Allison heard his breathing fall into a steady even pattern and she knew he had dozed off to sleep. She felt drained, physically and emotionally, but also deeply content and very happy. "Lord, I wish it could always be like this," she thought. "It just makes me feel good to lay here in his arms and listen to him sleep - God, I love him."

She smiled to herself as she thought of how good their lovemaking was and how turned on she could get. "After Gwen, I knew I would like sex," thought Allison, "but I didn't realize how good it could be with a man, especially one you love." She thought of Gwendolyn, her best friend while she was attending the junior college at home. "I'll have to call her; tell her about Brad; she'll understand." Allison remembered that first time with Gwen - how exciting it had been.




Love Is Blind Ch. 2



Allison's parents and Bevelry had gone to her uncle's place in the country for a long weekend and would not be back till Sunday. The high school was out for Thursday and Friday, but not the Junior College. Gwen was staying with her since they had to study for some tests on Friday. She and Gwen had finished studying and were in bed talking, as young women often do, about men and dating.

"I don't know Allie, sometimes I wish my breasts weren't so large," said Gwen. "It seems like every boy I go out with just wants to get his hands on them. I think they have 'titty' fixation."

Allison laughed softly, "Well you have to admit a 36D is an awful lot of titty." Then in a pensive tone of voice, added, "At least they want to go out with you. In the year I've been back here, no one has even hinted at a date, much less asked me out. I'd almost be willing to let a guy feel me up, just to go out." In bitter voice, she said, "Maybe I should wear a label - take me out and cop a free feel."

Gwen slid over closer to Allison. Slipping an arm under her head and around her shoulder, she pulled Allison a little closer. There was just enough moonlight that Gwen could see the shiny glint of tears in the corners of Allison's eyes. She moved onto her side and pulled Allison to her, hugging her gently. "Allie, it'll happen. As beautiful as you are, it'll happen. I think some of the guys are just thrown off by you being blind. They don't know how to handle it, or you. They're more afraid of making a blunder than anything else."

"I know, Gwen. I know. I was just feeling sorry for myself." Then Allison started giggling softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Gwen asked.

"I can see why the boys want to get to your tits - they feel like two big pillows pressing against me." Gwen laughed and pulled back some. "No, don't pull away. They feel good pressing against my mine, even if yours do make mine feel awful small. Gwen, can I feel them, would it be okay?"

Gwen knew that the only way Allison had of visualizing something was to feel it, using her fingers and her sense of touch. "Sure honey, it's okay." Allison placed her hand on Gwen breast, feeling it through the material of her pajama top. Gwen grasped Allison's hand in hers and moved it up under her pajama top. "Here, really feel them."

Allison's fingers explored Gwen's breast, hefting it in her hand, tracing its aureole and grasping its nipple between her fingers. Allison heard Gwen take a quick breath when her fingers gently massaged Gwen's nipple. "Oh, I'm sorry, Gwen. Did I hurt you?" whispered Allison.

"No. No, it didn't hurt. My nipples are pretty sensitive....actually it feels good," Gwen said softly. As Allison continued to gently knead and feel her breasts, Gwen slid her hand up under Allison's pajama top and cupped Allison's breast in her hand. "Yours may not be 36D's, but they are still a good handful."

"35C's," said Allison, chuckling. "Jesus, Gwen....your nipples are getting hard, hard and very erect. We'd better quit or neither one of us will get any sleep." They withdrew their hands and moved apart. They talked for a few more minutes and then tried to go to sleep.

Allison remembered how she had felt that night. She couldn't get to sleep. When she had felt Gwen's breast and the stiff nipple, the reaction in her cunt had been startling. She had felt a sudden rush of warmth and moistness in her pussy and an overwhelming desire to be touched, to be touched there. When Gwen started fondling her breast, it had felt like her cunt was melting. It was all she could do to keep from moaning out loud. She had said they had better quit, but what she wanted more than anything else, was for Gwen to kiss her and say don't stop.

Allison recalled how she had slipped her hand into her panties and cupping her vulva in her hand, she slipped a finger into her aching pussy, stroking it in and out. She thought she was being quiet enough that Gwen wouldn't notice what she was doing, but her body was crying out for some relief. She froze when she felt Gwen's body roll against hers and felt Gwen's hand sliding down into her panties, covering her hand.

"Allie, let me do that for you," whispered Gwen.

Allison moaned softly and withdrew her hand, letting Gwen fingers replace hers. She turned toward Gwen till they lying toe to toe. She hugged Gwen and murmured, "Oh Gwen, I didn't want to stop....your breast felt so good." Allison humped her hips against Gwen's fingers. "Gwen...Gwen, that feels so good. Oh God, it feels good."

Allison's hand stroked Gwen's face and she moved her lips to Gwen's, kissing her gently, probing with her tongue. Gwen's lips parted and she felt Gwen's tongue teasing hers. Allison pulled Gwen to her tightly and thrust her tongue deep into Gwen's mouth, humping her hips even harder against the hand cupping her cunt.

Gwen broke the kiss and murmured, "Allie, let's get out of these pajamas."

In a matter of seconds both girls were naked, lying together, their bodies pressed against each other. Their hands exploring the other's body tenderly, yet eagerly.

"Oh Allie, I've never done this before....I'm not sure what to do," whispered Gwen.

"Neither have I, but I want to do it with you - make love. Just do whatever feels right, feels good."

Allison lowered her head to Gwen's breast, sucking the large nipple into her mouth. She let her hand slide down Gwen's stomach and through the soft pussy hair, cupping Gwen's pussy in her hand as she slid one, then two fingers into Gwen's wet pussy. Allison stroked the swollen pussy lips with her fingers, slipping her fingers in and out between Gwen's pussy lips, and deep into her moist pussy. She felt Gwen begin to push her pussy against the invading fingers, wanting them even deeper.

Allison began to kiss her way down Gwen's body, until her tongue was teasing the top of Gwen's vulva, where the lips came together forming a 'V.' Allison crawled between Gwen's legs, spreading them as wide as she could. The aroma of Gwen's sex filled her nostrils, a fragrant, musky, arousing scent. Allison ran her tongue down the crease between Gwen's upper thigh and her vulva, licking at the swollen lips of Gwen's pussy as her fingers continued to pump into it. She removed her fingers and placed her mouth over Gwen's pussy, thrusting her tongue into the wet pussy, savoring the taste and fragrance of Gwen's pussy juices as she tried to fuck Gwen with her tongue.

Allison paused when Gwen moaned softly, "Oh God, Allie.....that feels so good. Oh...don't stop....don't stop. Suck it harder."

Allison spread Gwen's pussy with her fingers and pressing her mouth to it began to run her tongue as deep into Gwen's pussy as she could. She began to search for Gwen's clitoris with her tongue. She knew where that sensitive organ was suppose to be and found it, erect and sticking out from under its hood. Allison sucked it between her lips gently stroking it with her tongue. Gwen reacted immediately.

"Oh My God, Allie......that's it....suck me.....suck me hard...there....right there," Gwen moaned.

Allison left Gwen's clit and resumed tonguing her pussy hole, fucking her with her tongue. She could feel Gwen squirming, arching her hips up against her mouth, trying to push her pussy against the tongue invading it. Allison pressed her mouth hard against the wet pussy, feeling Gwen's juices coating her face. She slid her tongue up to Sue's clit, sucking it between her lips and flicking it with her tongue.

"Allie....Allie....suck it harder....harder. Don't stop....please don't stop," Gwen cried out as she pushed her pussy against Allison's mouth. "Oh God, make me cum....make me cum...now."

Allison wrapped her arms around Gwen's thighs and pulled her pussy hard against her probing tongue. She held Gwen's pussy trapped against her mouth, as she began to tongue the swollen and engorged clit as hard as she could, sucking it between her lips and massaging it, while her tongue rapidly flicked back and forth over it.

"OOHHHhh......OOHHhhh....THAT'S IT......THAT'S IT," Gwen moaned, pushing her pussy even harder against the ravaging tongue and clamping Allison's head between her thighs. "Oh Allie.....I'm going to cum. Make me cum....cum now....now. Ohhhh....Allie....Allie."

Allison could feel Gwen's body shudder, her legs trembling, as Gwen reached her climax. She felt Gwen's legs fall away, releasing her head from the soft vise of Gwen's thighs. As the spasms in Gwen's body subsided, Allison gently kissed and tongued Gwen's clit. She felt Gwen's body twitch and heard her moan softly, " No more....Oh Allie, no more."

Allison crawled up beside Gwen, took Gwen in her arms and gently kissed her, letting Gwen taste her own pussy juices." Breathing heavily, Gwen kissed her back, pushing her tongue between Allison's lips and caressing Allison's breast with her hand. Still trying to catch her breath, Gwen gasped, "Oh Allie, I'd never done it with a girl before....never really kissed one, not passionately, till tonight. But, I loved it....I never imagined it could be like that."

"Tonight was my first time too. I wasn't even sure of what to do when I was making love to you. I just did what I thought would feel good to me." Allison gave Gwen a quick kiss, "I'm glad it was good. I wanted it to be good for you."

Gwen kissed Allison and held her close. "I want to make love to you like that, Allie. Make you cum, make you feel the way I felt. It was wonderful."

Allison snuggled even closer to the sleeping Brad as she remembered that night. Gwen had made love to her and it had been wonderful, but what she remembered best, was how much she had enjoyed making love to Gwen. She had even wondered for awhile if she might be a lesbian. She smile herself as she thought, "Brad sure removed any doubts about that." As sleep finally overtook her, Allison's last thoughts were, "I'm not going to like sleeping by myself when Bev gets back. Brad's going to have to get a larger bed in his apartment."

To Be Continued...



Love Is Blind Ch. 3



Allison slipped quietly from the bed, being careful not to awaken Brad, and went into the living room. Galahad immediately came up to her. Picking up her watch, she opened the crystal cover and felt the numerals and hands. It was 7:35 a.m.

"Are you ready to go out," she whispered. She went over and opened the sliding glass door to the small patio and the just as small fenced yard, letting the dog out. She left it open enough that he could get back in. "There, you can do your stuff and I'll go do mine," she said as she headed for the bathroom.

She had finished her toilet, brushed her teeth, and was in the shower when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"It's okay, Brad. Come on in," she called out. "I'm in the shower."

"I'm sorry Allison, but I need to take a piss real bad. Would it be okay?"

Allison laughed, "I'd get out and hold it for you, but I don't think my aim would be very good." She heard a deep sigh from Brad and then the sound of water hitting water. She laughed softly and said, "You could have gone outside with Galahad."

"Yeah, your neighbors might be willing to overlook him, but I don't think I could get away with it."

She heard the toilet flush and then the rustle of the shower curtain as Brad got in the shower with her.

"Is there room enough for me?"

"We'll make room," she said, as she wrapped her arms around him. "I was going to let you sleep a little longer, but I'm glad you didn't. I like this better." She moved her hands to his face and guided his lips to hers, kissing him deeply, her tongue probing between his open lips. As she kissed him she pushed her body against his, grinding her pubic area against him. She could feel his prick, trapped between their bodies, rapidly becoming hard.

Pulling back from the kiss, Brad whispered, "You keep this up and we'll have to go back to bed."

"That's exactly what I was thinking of doing," murmured Allison as she began to rub the soapy washcloth over his body and down to his erect prick. "We need to get this nice and clean and ready to go again," she whispered, fondling his balls and prick.

Brad chuckled, "I don't think it needs much encouragement to be ready. All I have to do is look at you or hold you, and I'm ready." A few minutes later, after a hasty shower and an even hastier toweling off, they were back in the bed.

"Ooo..careful. I'm a little sore down there," said Allison as he cupped her vulva in his hand. "It's my pubic mound that's so sensitive."

"That's your mons veneris, your mount of Venus, and it is a beautiful one - nice and big. I like it. In a tight swimsuit, you'd have a larger bulge down there than many guys. I think it's sexy looking."

Allison hugged him and laughed quietly, "What have I got here - a sex expert?"

"Nope. Just someone that had a lot of time to himself and on the internet - to read and hope, hope I'd meet someone like you." He slipped his finger between the moist swollen lips of her pussy and began to stroke it in and out, being careful not to put any pressure on her tender mons. "We can try another positions if you want to, one that will avoid making you any sorer."

She nuzzled her face against his neck and whispered, "Hmm....I'd like that. I just know I want you. Want you a lot."

"Okay, get on your hands and knees. We'll try it from the back - doggie style. That way I won't put any pressure on your mons."

On his knees behind her, Brad rubbed the head of his hard prick up and down her slit, getting it wet with her juices. "How does that feel?" he asked, as he slipped his prick between the lips of her pussy and deep into her moist cunt.

"It feels great. It feels different, but it feels good." She pushed back against him as he reached around her body and took a breast in each hand. "Oh Brad, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Brad wriggled his knees further up between her thighs trying to get his prick as deep into her pussy as he could. Then, with his arms wrapped around her upper body holding a breast in each hand, he straighten up sitting back on his lower legs and pulling Allison upright with him, impaled on his rigid prick, straddling his hips.

"Oh Brad," she murmured, "that feels good....God, it feels so deep - so full." Allison laid her head back against his shoulder and neck as she covered his hands with her hands. She began to try and bounce up and down on his prick while pressing his hands hard against her breasts and her hard, aroused nipples. She moaned softly as he thrust upward to meet her short downward thrusts, pushing his prick so deep into her that the head of his prick was pushing against her cervix. "Oh...Oh, I never knew it could be so good....that I'd love to feel your prick in me like this." She kissed his neck, murmuring, "Oh Brad, I hope you never stop wanting me...wanting to make love to me."

"I won't....I can't imagine not being with you. Not loving you." Brad turned his face to her and kissed her gently. Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "I love you...I'll always want you."

Leaning forward, he lowered her upper body back down to the bed and began to pump his prick into her tight pussy, taking long slow strokes. As he did so he gripped her buttocks and spread them apart exposing the small pink, puckered rosebud of her asshole. With his finger, he began to stroke and probe at the puckered rosebud, not penetrating it, but teasing it. He glanced at the dresser mirror and watched his prick gliding in and out her pussy, glistening with her juices. The sight aroused him even more. He reached down, coated his fingers with her cunt juices, and resumed probing at her small asshole.

"Oh Brad," she moaned softly, "that's the wrong place. The wrong hole." Allison pushed back against his hard prick, wriggling her ass as he probed against the puckered hole with his finger. "Oh...Oh, that feels good," she whispered huskily when she felt his finger slip partway into her ass.

"Not the wrong hole, just a different one. Does it really feel good? Does it turn you on?" He pushed his finger all the way into her asshole and began to finger fuck her ass.

"Yes. Oh God, yes," she murmured, pushing her ass hard against the invading finger. She lowered her upper body to the bed with her rear elevated to him, totally exposing herself to his prick and his fingers. "Oh Brad....Brad," she moaned softly, "I want you so much."

He began to thrust his prick into her even faster, taking long strokes driving his rigid prick deep into her pussy. The sound of his balls slapping against her vulva was clearly audible as he drove his prick into her. Brad was trying to coordinate his thrusts into her pussy with the finger fucking of her ass. Her sphincter muscle had relaxed enough that his finger slipped easily back and forth into the tight little rosebud of her ass. The squishy, sucking sound of his finger going in and out her tight, virgin asshole augmented the slap of his balls against her pussy.

Moaning softly, Allison reached back underneath her body and fondled his balls, stroking the underside of his prick as it drove into her throbbing pussy. "Oooo....make me cum, Brad. Oh God, I want you.....want you so much."

He withdrew his finger and gripping her hips tightly pumped his prick into her at a furious pace. "Play with yourself....play with your clit," he grunted. "Make yourself cum...cum good."

Allison's fingers found the engorged love button and massaged it vigorously. "Oh...Oh, I'm going to cum. Oh...Ohhh, Brad...Brad," she gasped out in a choked voice as the sensations peaked in her body and the spasms began in her pussy. She felt Brad thrust his prick deep into her cunt and hold it there. She could feel his thighs trembling against hers as his prick erupted, spewing his cum into the depths of her pussy.

Allison collapsed forward face down on the bed, and Brad's prick exited her pussy with a soft wet plop, cum stringing between his prick and her pussy.

Brad collapsed onto her back and slid partly off onto the bed beside her. Panting heavily, he gently kissed the back of her ear. "You really turn me on," he whispered, still trying to catch his breath. "I love you, and when you want it that much....I don't know....it's a real turn on for me. To think I could cause that - have you want me so much." He gave her neck a quick kiss. "I never realized I could love someone this much."

"I know, honey. I know," she said, turning on her side and snuggling up to him, hugging him tightly. "I feel the same way." She felt for his face with her hand and then kissed him lightly on his lips, stroking them with her tongue. Pulling back, she chuckled, "Now I know what it feels like to be doubly fucked - both holes at the same time."

Brad laughed softly. "You're blushing again." He gave her quick kiss. "You can say anything - you can do anything - you want to when we're making love. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." She had ducked her face down against his chest. Putting his finger under her chin, he raised her head up. "Didn't you like it? I thought you wanted me to go ahead and put my finger in you."

"I did....really I did. It felt good - it made me want you even more. I even wondered how it would feel if it was your prick fucking my ass instead of your finger." Blushing furiously, she gave him a quick kiss. "It's not that. When we're making love, I don't feel embarrassed about saying those things. But now, lying here, I guess I'm too self-conscious about it, concerned about what you might think of me using such language."

He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. "I think you are great. Don't be embarrassed by it. We aren't talking dirty - we're talking sexy. It's all part of making loving and loving each other."

Allison laughed softly. She took his face between her hands and guided his lips to hers, kissing him deeply and passionately. Pulling back, she whispered softly, "God, I love you....love you so much. I haven't had a lot to be happy about in my life, but I'm so happy now that it scares me. I couldn't stand for things to go back to the way they were before we met."

"They won't. The only way you can get rid of me is to run me off." He hugged her tightly, "I can't imagine my life without you in it - I don't even want to consider such a life." He brushed the hair away and kissed her forehead. "I love you. I think I've loved you since that first night I walked you home."

Allison chuckled, "Love at first sight. I can't say that, but when you let me see your face that night, see it with my fingers, I knew you were someone special - I could just sense it." She slid her hand down his body and grasped his prick. "Speaking of sensing, I sense something getting hard down here, getting ready for action."

"Are you ready for a repeat performance?"

She gently stroked his prick and said, "This time I want you like this." She sat up and lowered her head to his crotch, taking his semi-hard prick deep into her mouth until her nose was buried in his damp pubic hair. She could feel his prick swelling, growing, and filling her mouth.

"Oh Allison, that feels good. God, it feels good," he said huskily as she withdrew to the head of his prick, tonguing it rapidly. "Get on top of me and put your legs around my head so I can return the favor."

"I'm dripping like crazy....you may get a face full of cum," she said as she moved over atop him, letting him guide her legs over his head. She felt him spread her legs and then felt his mouth engulfing her pussy lips, pulling and sucking on them with his lips. She laughed softly and pressed her pussy down on his mouth. "I bet I can make you cum before I do."

Brad pulled back from her moist, fragrant pussy, "Okay. That's a bet." As his lips found her engorged clit and he began to suck and stroke it with his tongue, he felt Allison attack his prick as though she was going to suck the cum right out of his balls.

Allison pushed her mouth down on his erect prick until the head was pressing at the back of her throat. She swallowed and tried to relax her throat muscles and pressed on down letting the large head slip into her throat. She ignored the gag reflex and concentrated on relaxing and holding her breath. Then she lifted her head, coming up to the crown and then moving rapidly back down the rigid shaft. She found that she could catch a breath when she came up and hold it on the downward plunge. Each time it became easier and easier to get his prick deep into her throat. She spread his legs wide and taking his sac in her hand fondled his balls as she fucked him with her mouth. She was moving her mouth up and down his rigid prick as rapidly as she could.

Brad moaned softly, his mouth pressed against her pussy, as he felt the head of his prick enter the tight confines of her throat. He had her engorged clit between his lips sucking it and flicking his tongue rapidly over it. Allison had a very pronounced clit, almost like a tiny penis, and he even felt it grow larger as it became more engorged with blood. "Oh damn, I'm going to lose," he thought as he felt the growing tension in his groin and loins. "God, it feels like a suction pump has my prick."

Allison pressed her pussy down even harder against Brad's invading tongue. The vigorous assault on her sensitive clit had almost interrupted her rhythm of up-breathe-down. "Oh, I'm going to cum too quick," she thought. "Oh God, that feels good." She felt Brad wrap his arms around her thighs, spreading her legs even wider and pulling her pussy hard against his mouth as his tongue ravaged her throbbing clit. The sensation was so intense that it broke her rhythm and she tried to swallow when the head of his prick was in her throat. That did it.

He felt his prick slip into Allison throat one more time and then he felt her throat squeezing and massaging the head of his prick when she tried to swallow. It was more that the sensitive organ could take. He felt the familiar ache in his scrotum, the tension in his loins and then the wonderful release as his prick erupted in her throat. Brad pressed his face into her pussy and moaned loudly, "Oh God, don't stop. Suck it...suck it hard."

Allison was startled by the sudden eruption and the cum hitting her throat, nearly choking her. She got her mouth up to the crown of his prick and sucked him as hard as she dared to, as he pumped shot after shot of cum into her mouth. The suddenness of Brad's climax had distracted her from her own, but now, as his climax lessened, he renewed his assault on her sensitive clit with even more vigor.

"Oh Brad....Brad," she moaned. Allison extended her arms and sat up some to push her pussy even harder against the attacking tongue and lips. "Oh God, I'm going to cum....I'm going to.....OOHhhhh Brad....Brad. Oh Lord, I'm cummming....cumming," she moaned as she collapsed back down onto his body.

Brad felt the tremors in her body as her orgasm peaked, but he continued to flick his tongue over her clit trying to prolong her climax. He felt Allison's body shudder and then his mouth and face were flooded with a heavy liquid from her pussy. He choked, got some down his windpipe and started coughing violently.

Allison quickly got off Brad and helped him sit up. As he got the coughing under control, she asked, "What happened? Are you okay?"

Still gasping for breath, Brad tried to respond. "I'm okay....I....I was sur....was just surprised when so much came out of your pussy when you climaxed." He took a deep breath. "I wasn't expecting anything like that."

Allison felt his face and chin. She could feel the moistness on his face, chin, and neck. "I did that? I didn't pee on you, at least I don't think I did," she said, concern evident in her voice.

Brad chuckled and took her in his arms, pulling her down on the bed beside him. "No, I don't think so. You evidently belong to a pretty exclusive club."

"Exclusive...what do you mean."

"Well, some women can actually ejaculate a liquid when they climax. Ejaculation may be the wrong word. It's more like a vaginal secretion, but in some quantity. Evidently they have hyperactive glands or something. Only about fifteen percent of the women can do it and not all do it to same degree."

"You think that's what it was? It could have been just your cum from earlier."

"No, I don't think so, not that much anyway. There was some cum there but it was more than just that."

Allison snuggled closer to him and placed an arm across his chest. "I know I get awful wet down there, and even wetter when I make myself climax with my fingers, but I thought everyone did that. Anyway, how do you know so much about this?"

"Mainly from the internet. It's amazing what you can find there. I found out about that when I was doing some research for a story I was writing."

"A story - for class. What kind of story was it?"

"No, not for class. It was an erotic story that I posted on the internet."

"You're writing erotic stories. How?"

"Sure...I do it with a lot reading, some research and a lot of imagination." He chuckled, "After this weekend, I won't have to depend so much on my imagination." He gave her quick kiss. "This has been better than anything I ever dreamed up or wrote about."

"I knew you wanted to be writer, but you never told me about the stories."

"I know. I was afraid you'd want to read them...have me read them to you. I wasn't sure how you would react. I'm not ashamed of them, but they are pretty explicit on the sex or they wouldn't be erotic stories. I started writing them for the practice. The writing lets me handle dialogue, character development, some semblance of a plot, and may even help me turn into a writer one day. With the way people react to my face, I've always thought I needed a career that depended on no one else but me. I love books, so writing was a natural choice."

Allison slid her hand up to his chin and guided his lips to hers. She kissed him gently and then whispered against his open lips, "I think you'll make a great writer. You have the feeling and the sensitivity for it. I bet that even your erotic stories are good." She pulled him closer and kissed him thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.

As they broke the kiss, Brad asked, "You won the bet - you made me cum first. What do you want as your prize?"

Allison laughed softly as she hugged him. "You just told me about it. You have to read all your erotic stories to me."

"I think that could be a lot of fun." He gave her a quick kiss. "If you want to, we'll read some of them this afternoon." He pulled her to him kissing her tenderly, his tongue teasing hers, their bodies melded together in a tight embrace.

To Be Continued...