Storiesonline.net ------- Sounds of Love by Heathen57 Copyright© 2005 by Heathen57 ------- Description: Dave is interested in the new girl in the neighborhood. However there seems to be a problem with her. Follow along as they try and overcome their obsticles in their lives in search of what we all need... Love Codes: mf rom 1st teen cons het exhib voy anal mastrb pett ------- ------- This work is copyrighted© 2000 - 2005 by Heathen57 who retains sole possession to all rights and privileges contained within the law, domestic and international. Permission is given to individual readers to retain 1 copy (electronic or print) for personal use. Copies to mirror sites of the original posting sites (ASSTR, EWP, SOL) permitted. Any other use is reliant on the written (electronic or printed) permission of the author who retains copies of all requests and grants. Any other publication, reprinting, archiving, or other use, in whole or in part is forbidden. Any exceptions to the above provisions require the permission of the author as stated. Reposting of the electronic media versions of the works of this author can be obtained by sending a request to the author. ------- Chapter 1 Larry stopped dribbling the ball and looked up at the truck that rolled down the street. "Looks like the Wilson's house finally sold. Maybe there will be some decent folks instead of the two old busybodies." I glanced in the direction that he had indicated. I had to agree with him. The Wilsons had been an elderly couple who had been the bane of every child's existence in the cul-de-sac for years. They would watch us like hawks and report any infraction to our parents. When we were younger and had gone trick-or-treating, the only things we had ever gotten from them were some religious comic book things. We avoided their house after that. We called a halt to the game in favor of watching our new neighbors move in. This was what you might call a middle class neighborhood. The houses were custom but not anywhere near the mansions they had on the north side of the town. "David, do you want some of this lemonade I made? You and Larry look like you could use it." That was my mom for you. She worked part time, but liked to be a mother when she got the chance. In her late 30's, she was still a beautiful lady. Larry had a big crush on her. Looking in the direction we were facing, "Looks like we are getting new neighbors." We followed her in and grabbed the two cold glasses that were offered. I also fished out some peanut butter cookies from the cupboard. With the famous words of every mother, "Don't ruin your dinner", we went out under the elm tree to cool down and watch the proceedings. It seemed to us that there was nothing really unusual about the family. The husband and wife was a typical couple from where we were sitting. He was kind of tall with slightly gray hair. His wife was what I would call barely pudgy and shorter than he was by several inches. The wife seemed to be directing the movers as they carried the furniture and boxes from the van and in through the front door. The man was looking the house over on the outside as if he was making a list of things that needed to be done... Finishing his snack, Larry stood and announced that he had to get home and change for a date with Lisa tonight. Once we both had our driver's licenses, we had been enjoying the freedom to date. Rather Larry had. I had broken up with the airhead I had been dating at the end of the school year. The breakup was rather nasty and I found out just how nasty and vengeful she actually was. So, I had decided not to rush back into that scene again. I actually hadn't had much time to date this summer anyway. I bought an old Toyota Celica and worked all summer as a general hand/lifeguard for the water park in town to fix it up. I picked it up from the paint shop last week and with a month to go before school started back up, I could use the time to put the finishing touches on it. I continued to sit and watch as the movers emptied the van and filled the house. It looked like the furniture was nice but nothing too expensive. Then I saw a bedroom set being carried in that could only have belonged to a girl, a white four-poster bedstead with a canopy frame, matching dresser and desk. This got me interested enough to pay closer attention. I looked around their house and sure enough, I saw a pretty face surrounded by dark blonde hair looking out the living room window. She looked to be around my age, but other than that, I could see little else. She seemed to be looking in my direction, but I couldn't be sure. My musings were interrupted when I heard my father's truck come up the street. It was one of those big dual-wheel jobs that he normally used to haul our trailer, but since his car was in the shop, he was driving it. I got up from under the tree and headed in to wash up for dinner. A week later, I was coming home from the water park when I first got a good look at our new neighbor. I had guessed right - she was about my age. She was sitting on the front steps enjoying the late afternoon sun. She looked up when I pulled into the driveway so I smiled and waved as I got out of the car. She gave a smile and half waved back. 'She must be shy, ' I thought as I grabbed my gear from the passenger seat. I didn't have time to wonder about her much more than that since I was starving and supper was probably on the table. After dinner, I went out for a walk. It was a warm evening and I felt too confined to just sit and watch TV. I started up the street towards the main road thinking that I would grab a can of Pepsi at the little store there. On the way back, I saw the new girl outside again, this time standing by a tree. I gave a shout of Hello, but she didn't acknowledge it. I didn't know if she was stuck up or just didn't notice me. I passed on by their house and thought I felt someone looking at me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her watching. I again said hello and raised my hand. She smiled and waved back, then ducked her head and went inside. I decided that she was just very shy and she would just need time. After all, just moving into a new place would be hard. But from what I had seen, I was definitely interested in getting to know her. She was taller than her mother, probably just a few inches shorter than me. Her blonde hair reached to the middle of her back and it framed her pretty face well. She wasn't heavy, but had what looked like nice curves. I spent the next few days watching for her. She would come outside often, sometimes reading a book, other times just looking around the neighborhood. But when the other teens and children were out, she would go back inside. This was strange and I decided see if I could figure it out. I started watching her closely and I began to notice a few things. When she was reading, she didn't notice anything going on around her. She would watch the younger children play in the street but when someone started in her direction, she would move into the house. It finally dawned on me a couple of days later what at least part of the problem was. She was reading a book when a car backfired up the street. It was enough to make me jump; yet she didn't move. Now that I had an answer, I got up from our porch and walked up to her. My shadow alerted her to my presence, but by then I was too close for her to run inside. Moving my hands in a pattern that would have been strange to most folk, I told her, "Hi. My name is Dave. What's yours?" She was startled and almost afraid. She then brought her hands up and signed back, "Karen." "That is a pretty name. Nice to finally meet you" Her movements became more fluid. "Nice to meet you too." "How do you like the neighborhood?" "Okay I guess. Lots of people. I like watching the other kids play." "We have been here for a long time, ever since I was a baby. When you get used to it, I think you will like it." About that time, Karen's mother came out looking for her. She got an angry look on her face and walked up tapping Karen on the shoulder. Karen jumped at the touch and turned to see who it was. Then she dropped her eyes to the ground. Not knowing what was happening, but hoping to make a good impression, I tried to introduce myself. Holding out my hand I said, "Hi, I am Dave Dawson from the house over there." Her reply stunned me. "I don't care who you are. You are just here to try and take advantage of our little girl. I won't allow any sinner to be around this house. Now you know that she is handicapped... You probably think it will be easy to take liberties with her. Well, that isn't gonna happen. She doesn't know how sinful the world is and you aren't going to use that against her. Now just get out of here." Karen had been watching her mother's face closely. I figured out that she could read lips since she looked horrified at what her mother had said. She then tried to sign that it wasn't like that at all; her mom grabbed her hands and pushed her toward the house. She then followed Karen into the house, turning back to give me one more withering look before slamming the door. I went back to my own house very confused. All I had done was to try and talk to Karen. Why would her mother act like I was trying to get in her pants? I really didn't understand this at all. Mom called me in to dinner as I was coming across the front lawn. I went in and washed up, then went in to my brother's room to let him know that dinner was on the table. After dinner, I went back outside and sat under the elm tree. I was still pondering what Karen's mom had said to me when I looked up to see who I thought was Karen's father coming up the sidewalk. He smiled and offered his hand. "I'm George Peterson, Karen's father. I think I need to apologize for my wife's behavior this afternoon. From what Karen said, you were just trying to be friendly." "Well sir, I wondered what I had done. I had just told her that she would come to like the neighborhood and it was like I was trying to do something to her." "It's Dave, isn't it? Well Dave, there are some things that you don't know about Karen. But I want her to be happy here, so if you want to talk to her, I think it would be good for her. Just be careful." "I understand, Mr. Peterson. When we talked - signed I mean- she seemed to be very nice, but also very shy. Maybe we could sit out front and talk a bit so Mrs. Peterson could see I mean no harm." He shook my hand again. "I think that would be a good idea. Karen could use someone her age to talk to." He went back to his house and I went inside to think about the mystery surrounding this girl. It was a few days later when I got a chance to see Karen again. I had two shifts at the water park where I worked during the summer and on weekends. I enjoyed the job. The pay wasn't the best, but it had great benefits. I could enjoy the rides during my breaks and the girls in their almost non-existent bikinis certainly gave me something to watch. The park had hosted a Christian Youth group and I could not believe the amount of flesh that these girls had been showing. I had enough fantasy material to last for a long time. I was outside working on my car when I decided to take a break. As I started to go in the house, I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. Karen was waving at me. I smiled and waved back. I changed course and went over to her front yard. She took a seat on the front steps and I leaned against the tree that shaded the porch. "I'm sorry about how Mom acted. Daddy had a talk with her and she agreed to let me talk to you." "I'm glad. I would like to get to know you a little bit." I saw the book that was sitting on the step behind her. "What are you reading?" This opened up the gates and we were soon signing back and forth, telling each other about ourselves. My arms were starting to get tired. "I know that you can read lips. Do you speak as well?" "Not very good. I don't want you to laugh at me." She bowed her head so I got up and walked over to her. I put my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. "I would never laugh at you. Something you don't know is that my little brother has been deaf since birth. That is why I can sign. And I know that you may have trouble with some words, so don't worry about it." "Okay. I can use the practice anyway." The words came out haltingly but her voice was beautiful. "See? I have no problem understanding. And you have a beautiful voice. Kinda reminds me of a sultry, spring day." This made her blush all the way down her neck, but it also put a huge smile on her face. We continued to talk until I heard my mom yell my name calling me in for dinner. As I stood to leave, I turned so she could see my face. "I really had a good time talking to you. You think we could do it again sometime?" She dropped her head, but I could still see her smile. "I would like that too." After dinner, I sat looking at the TV with my little brother but I was not paying attention to what was on the screen. My thoughts were on Karen. She seemed to be a really nice person; she had a sharp wit and caught most of jokes I told her. Her laugh was contagious. She was very pretty as well, her dark blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and cascaded down her back. When not in a pony tail, it made a beautiful frame for her delicate features... Her deep blue eyes startled you with their intensity at first but seemed to draw you straight to her. Of course being a normal, constantly horny sixteen-year-old boy, I noticed her body as well. She had been wearing a cream-colored knit top that showed the size and shape of her breasts well. Her tight jeans revealed a nicely shaped ass and a nice shape to her thighs. All told, she was twice the woman that my ex-girlfriend had been. I went to sleep with Karen on my mind. We talked a few more times in the next week. When she asked where I went four days a week, I realized that she had been watching me. She must have realized what she had said because she got embarrassed and tried to apologize. "I didn't mean it to sound like I was keeping an eye on you. It's just that I see you leave sometimes and then come back in the afternoon. I figured you had a job somewhere, and just wondered what you did." I covered her hand with mine, feeling the strength in her thigh where my fingers overlapped hers. "Don't worry about it. I look over here when I get ready to leave. Wave to me and I'll wave back if I can see you. As to where I go, I am a lifeguard and general hand at the Wave World water park." "That sounds like a lot of fun. Where we used to live, we would go to the beach once in a while. I always enjoyed going there and playing in the waves. Daddy taught me to swim, but Mom didn't like me to because she was afraid I might get lustful thoughts from all the shirtless men. And she thought the bikinis were outright heresy." She looked down where my hand was covering hers. She must have realized just where my hand was on her leg as I continued to cover hers. She gave a quiet intake of breath, but didn't move away. Instead, she moved our hands a tiny bit closer to the inside of her thigh. I could then feel the warm, smooth skin there. My cock started to twitch from the thought and I gently removed my hand from hers in order to keep from getting a full-blown erection right on her front porch steps. She almost seemed disappointed when I leaned back. Thinking as fast as my sex-filled mind would allow, I thought of her last words and decided that this was an opening that I was not going to miss. The park was going to "winter hours" once the schools in the area started back. That meant that they would only be open on the weekends. The Friday before, the park would be closed so the employees could have free run. We all had to take a turn at our jobs for a couple of hours, but the rest of the time we could do what we want. The owners of the park provided lunch and dinner. It would make for a great date if Karen wanted to go. "Karen, this Friday is the annual employee party at the park. Would you like to go with me?" "You... You're asking me for a DATE?!?" "Well, yeah. But if you don't want to go, I understand." Inside, I was praying that she wouldn't say no. "No... I mean yes... I mean..." She stopped to collect her thoughts. "Dave, I have never been on a date in my life. I have never even been asked. If my parents will let me, I'd love to go with you!" She was grinning like a maniac when Mr. Peterson came home. Getting out of his car, he saw her good mood. "What are you so happy about, Babygirl?" "Dave just asked me to go with him to an employee day where he works at the water park. Can I go, please Daddy?" "I have no problem with you going. It would be good for you to get out and enjoy yourself, and Dave seems like a good guy from the way you keep talking about him." "DADDY!!" Karen's face got very red, but I pretended that I didn't hear the last part. Then, Karen's mood did a complete change. "I just realized that Mom won't let me go. She would figure that I might see or do something sinful." "Don't worry about your mother. I'll talk to her. You are old enough to be going out. Just because her beliefs are strict is no reason for you to be kept locked up." "Thanks Daddy. I love you." We made plans then for me to pick her up at nine on Friday. And not to forget her suit and sunscreen. I went on home to eat and get a little work done on the car. It seemed to take forever for Friday to come. Karen was on my mind most of the time, and my father noticed it. He found me working on changing the plugs on my car and asked about what was on my mind. I had always been able to talk to Dad about anything so I told him about Karen, and how her mom was. He thought for a minute then said, "I think you are falling for this girl. You have talked about her quite a bit lately, but I didn't know that this was the first date she had ever been out on. Only advice I can give you is to take it slow and see how she reacts. Let her take the lead." I thanked him for the advice. He clasped my shoulder and then proceeded to help me finish the tune up. I was up early Friday morning. I showered and shaved and went down to grab some breakfast. I was toasting some frozen waffles when Mike, my little brother came in. "Make me some too. Please?" "Mike you know that you are supposed to speak, not sign." "Not until I have something to eat." I sighed and put two more waffles in to toast. Mike was a typical little brother, a real pain sometimes but usually we got along well. Being deaf from birth, he had struggled for years trying to learn to speak and his therapist wanted us to make him talk when possible. Today, I didn't press the issue though. I think he had hoped that I would take him to the employee picnic, but he took it well enough when I told him that I was taking Karen. As I was leaving, he signed to me, "Have fun with your girlfriend. Dave is in L-O-V-E" I threatened to toss his waffles into the sink then laughed at his reaction and waved goodbye. I started the car and pulled into Karen's driveway. I had not even had a chance to knock on her door before it opened and Mrs. Peterson was standing there. She let me know that Karen would be right down. Then, she proceeded to grill me on where we were going, what we would be doing, how many people would be there, and several other things. "Don't let her out of your sight. She's never been out in a crowd without me so she doesn't know a lot of things you take for granted. And you better not touch..." She shut up only because she heard Karen come down the stairs. She was smiling, and stood waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I went over and took her hand and we headed out the door. I took the small bag she was carrying and put it with mine in the back of my car. I opened the door for her and checked her out as she sat down in the seat. She had on a tank top and shorts with sandals on her feet. Damn, this girl even had cute feet! I closed the door and got into the driver's door. I got ready to start up and noticed she was having trouble with the seat belt. Unless you held the button a certain way while you pushed the buckle in, it would not catch. That was on my list to replace, but since it was the passenger side and anyone who normally rides there knows the secret to locking it, I had left it alone. She was looking frustrated so I got her attention and told her that it wasn't her. It was a secret ritual that made it work. Looking very dubiously at me, she let me get it latched but in the process, I had to get very close to her. She smelled wonderful and I could feel the warmth coming from her thigh as I brushed against it to latch the belt. When I touched her, I heard a quick intake of breath, but when I looked up, she was looking out the windshield and smiling. We had a little trouble talking since I couldn't turn to look at her so she could see my face. Therefore, we were both silent during the drive. I was busy thinking about what a sweet girl Karen was. She was smart and funny. During our talks, I learned that she was interested in the Internet and spent the time in her room researching anything that caught her interest that day. She liked TV since she could read the closed captioning. And she read every magazine and book she could get her hands on. Brains and good looks, what more could you ask for? I did catch her watching me while I drove. If I happened to look over and catch her, she would duck her head a bit. But I took it as 'turn about - fair play' since I spent a large amount of time watching her. She seemed nervous, playing with her hands and moving her feet, but I figured that it was from never being alone with a guy before. We finally pulled into the lot and found a place to park. She sat still and when I looked at her, she pointed to the seat belt. I didn't tell her that it would release just fine but reached over and released the catch, making sure the back of my hand touched the side of her leg where her shorts ended. This time, I felt her leg tense from my effort. We went into the employee's locker room to store our bags. I pulled out my towel and a bottle of sunscreen. Watching me, she did the same. I pulled off my shirt and shorts and tossed them in my bag and turned to see her hesitating. She made up her mind and pulled the tank top off to reveal a very skimpy bikini top. It was legal but just barely, covering maybe half of her nice sized breasts. Her skin was pale due to not being allowed out much, but it was flawless. When the shorts hit the ground, I got a glimpse of the bottoms. It was very close to a thong and revealed more of her ass than it concealed. The front was low cut and her nether lips were pushing against the fabric in a delicious way. I bent down to pick up her shorts for her and thought I could see a bit of moisture on the fabric. She was standing with her head bent and holding her hands in front of her. I could see the blush from her face had spread clear down to her cleavage. I touched her chin to get her to look up at me. "You look beautiful. Did you know that?" "You really think so?" "Yes, I do. You are the prettiest, the sexiest woman here. And that suit just shows it off." She grinned but was still blushing. "Thanks. My mother would simply die if she knew I had this suit. Daddy took me shopping for a new one, but when I went in to pick it out, I grabbed a cheap one-piece to show them and got them both. It is probably a good thing that he was embarrassed to go in to the shop with me." "I am very glad he didn't then. By the way, is the sunscreen you have waterproof?" "No. Mom bought it. Since she expects me to sit off to the side today like she always wants me to do, she didn't figure I needed it." "Well, that will never do. A water park is for playing in the water. Come on, we have some heavy duty stuff in the concession stand." I took her hand to have her come along, but she hesitated. "David?" I turned to look at her. "Thank you for asking me today. I have always wanted to be like other kids, but my mom wouldn't hear of it. 'Oh she's deaf so she might get hurt. The other kids will tease her.' Her biggest fear is that I will see the sinful ways of the world. I really think she would rather that I not be around." "Karen, don't think for a second that I asked you out because I felt sorry for you or something. I think you are a fascinating person and I'd like to spend time with you. That you are gorgeous and very sexy in that suit doesn't hurt either." I leered at her during the last part, trying for a Groucho impression that got a giggle out of her. I picked up her things with mine and grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's enjoy ourselves." There wasn't much of a crowd when compared to when the park was open to the public. I found a good place right on the artificial beach next to another lifeguard that I had become friendly with. We put our towels on the grass and sat down so she could get a good layer of sunscreen on. As she applied the lotion, I was amazed at how smooth and clear her skin was. I wanted to reach over and feel its texture and then follow that with a taste, but I knew she was too shy and inexperienced for me to try that. I was still watching and fantasizing when I heard a voice behind me. "You just get here?" It was Ellen Sarandon, senior lifeguard and all around good person. "Hey Ellen. Yeah, we just came in a few minutes ago. I wanted my date to get some sunscreen on before we hit the rides." Karen had been watching some smaller children playing in the low waves, so I touched her shoulder so she would look at me. "Karen, this is my friend and boss, Ellen." Ellen said hello and Karen gave her a shy wave. "Dave, I need you to take an hour shift at the Amazon River ride at around two. Will that be alright?" "No problem." "Well, have fun until then. I am off to see if I can get a little body surfing in. Nice to meet you, Karen." Karen had gone back to watching the children and didn't acknowledge Ellen. Ellen looked at me strangely, so I explained that Karen was deaf and didn't know anyone was speaking to her unless she was looking at his or her face. Ellen nodded then in understanding. I touched Karen again and she turned back to me. "Ellen was saying 'nice to meet you' and didn't know you had to be looking at her." Karen blushed and started signing, which I translated. "She says she is sorry that she didn't see you, and that it is nice to meet you too." Ellen smiled, and then waved as she walked off toward the giant wave pool. "I'm embarrassed that I wasn't watching Ellen. Now she knows I am deaf and will think I'm a freak." Karen was close to going into a panic. I put my hands on both of her shoulders. When she looked at me, I said, "Karen, you are not a freak. You are a very wonderful girl who just happens not to hear. Ellen doesn't think less of you for that. Most folks don't care and the others are not worth worrying about. Now let's go have some fun." With that, I grabbed her hand and we headed for the action. We started on the slower ones and it wasn't long before Karen was laughing and having a great time. Each time we went to something wilder, she would hesitate until I convinced her to try it. And every time, she loved it. Her favorite was the Wild Rapids where you sat inside an inner tube and the water pushed you over bumps and turns. We found that with me sitting down first and spreading my legs with Karen sitting between them and leaning back, we could get much more speed. I enjoyed this much more as well since it gave me a chance to wrap my arms around her. The only problem was at the end of the ride, I would have to try and hide my growing erection. Her tight ass grinding against my crotch as we came down the tube had a definite effect on me. I am sure she noticed it because I saw her stealing glances at my wet bathing suit, but must have decided that she didn't mind since she wanted to do it again. The PA finally announced that lunch was ready. The owners were good people who treated their employees well and this buffet was no exception. They had it catered and the food was fantastic. Nothing very fancy since the crowd was mostly young people, but it tasted great and was nicely presented. We had both finished a hamburger and potato salad when I asked Karen if she wanted anything else. "Well, those chicken breasts look good, but I don't want to look like a pig." "I'll get you one then. I like a girl with a healthy appetite." I chuckled at her when she stuck her tongue out at me and went to get the grilled chicken. After we ate, I took my place at the top of the Amazon River Ride. This was a tame ride where the rubber 'canoes' would float down through a tunnel that had scenes from the Amazon along the path. In a couple of places, water would spray out and rain down on the riders. The boats were designed for two adults. All I had to do was hold the boats steady until the riders were in, and then push them into the waterway. I told Karen that she could go off on her own if she wanted, but she decided to stay and help me. At first, she just stood back on the platform, but pretty soon she was helping to steady the boats as people would get in. Soon after Karen started helping, I noticed that this was a very popular ride all of the sudden, especially among the males. I watched when Karen was holding the front of the boat and noticed that when she bent over, her breasts were exposed almost to her nipples. I signed to her what was happening, and she turned beet red. She turned around and adjusted the top, but it did little good. Fortunately, my time was done. So when my relief showed, we took the next boat down. Karen settled back against me and pulled my arms up just under her breasts. She was grinning broadly as we set off into the tunnel. The sounds of the native drums were filling the tunnel and the fake trees were bent over the top making a canopy surrounding us. This was a sedate ride, really designed for the young kids and families. About midway down, I tightened my grip into a hug around Karen. When I did that, she twisted her head around to look at me. I wasn't really thinking other than how content I was. Her lips just looked so inviting, so without realizing what I was doing; I leaned down and kissed her. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but more of a kiss of contentment. After our lips touched, Karen pulled back a bit and looked questioningly at me. I started to apologize, but she put a finger to my lips, and then pulled my head down for another kiss. This one lasted longer and she groaned as she pulled my head down tighter. Wow! I had kissed other girls I had dated, but this was something special. I felt it clear down in my toes (and definitely in my groin). All too soon, I saw the light that signaled the end of the ride. We broke apart and she settled back against me. The rest of the day was spent on the 'beach'. We settled onto our towels, me on my back and Karen sitting next to me. We were enjoying the late summer sun, not saying anything, just soaking up the rays. Every time I looked at Karen's face, she seemed to be concentrating, fighting with something on her mind. After a while, she turned to look at me. "About the kiss..." "I'm sorry, Karen. I was just so comfortable with you and you looked so pretty leaning back against me. It just kinda happened." "Oh, I'm not upset that you kissed me. I was kind of shocked at first. Did you know that was the first kiss I have ever had other than from relatives? Yeah, I was startled, but I'm also very glad you did it. What I was wondering, was... ahhh... could we do it again?" "I would love to kiss you again. You have very kissable lips." She giggled a little at that. I sat up to where I was facing her. I placed a hand on her cheek and turned her head toward me. Then very slowly, I leaned over and touched my lips to hers. I felt her shudder and then lean into the kiss. As we continued, I opened my lips a bit and touched my tongue to her lips. She inhaled sharply, and then copied my movements. I was soon treated to the feel of her tongue exploring mine. Her hand went up behind my neck and pulled me in even tighter. I couldn't believe how much this kiss was affecting me. I was feeling it all through my body. We finally broke the kiss, coming up for air. She leaned her forehead against mine. "Dave, I have NEVER felt anything like that ever. It was fantastic. I knew I was missing out on something, but now I know what it was. If sex is better than that, I don't know if I could stand it." Sex?!? I had been thinking about it, no doubt. But her bringing it up shocked me. Maybe I had given her the wrong idea. She must have seen the look of shock on my face. She giggled a bit then said, "Dave, I know what sex is. I have just never experienced any part of it. You don't think I surf the net just for schoolwork do you? Just because I don't have any practical experience doesn't mean I am as clueless." I had to laugh. Once you got past the barriers that Karen had put around herself, you would find a very funny and delightful girl. I pulled her close and gave her a long hug. "Hey you two, get a room!" Ellen had come back to where we were sitting. I looked up at her and grinned. Karen moved back and saw who it was. She smiled up at Ellen. Ellen moved around to where Karen could see her. "Did you have a good time today?" Karen started to sign to her, but I stopped her. "Go ahead and talk Karen. Ellen won't think different of you." "But... I know I talk funny." was Karen's whispered reply as she bowed her head. I touched her chin to have her look up. Ellen looked directly at her. "You don't talk all that much different than someone with a foreign accent. As a matter of fact, you have a pretty voice." This brought a smile from Karen. "I bet your voice is as pretty as you are, Ellen." Ellen gave a laugh. "Don't go messing with my reputation. I have to keep all these young studs in line you know." Karen giggled in answer. "You two enjoy the rest of the day, I'm heading home. Nice to meet you, Karen." We did just as she said, lying in the sand and just talking about nothing in particular until the sun started to go down. We finally stood up and headed to the locker and changing rooms. I pulled the bags out and headed into the shower with Karen going in the opposite direction. Since I had been hard most of the day, I was starting to get uncomfortable. I took a quick look around to make sure I was alone and with just a few strokes, I released my load into the spray of the shower, my immediate horniness going down the drain along with my semen. I was dressed and combing my hair down when Karen came out. She had changed into a fairly tight, red top and blue jeans. Her dark blonde hair was down from the usual ponytail she kept it in, framing her face in an almost shimmering glow. In her hand was the bikini that she had been wearing. "Something I didn't think of was what am I going to do with this? I can't take it home and wash it. Mom will see it and go ballistic." "Here, give it to me. I'll take it home and wash it for you and then give it back." "I couldn't do that. What would your mother say if she saw a girl's bikini in with your clothes?" "I do my own laundry. Mom thinks I need to learn how to do all the things I will need when I get out on my own. I think it's really just so she has less to do." "Well... Okay, if you won't be embarrassed." I took if from her hand and put it in my bag. We went out to the lot and got in the car. I reached across and buckled her in, adding a kiss while I was at it. She talked on the way home and I would either nod in agreement, or turn to talk to her when I was stopped in traffic. I walked her to her door and gave her a quick kiss. "I had a great time today. Do you want to go out again?" "I would love to." "How about tomorrow night? We could go for dinner and then a movie maybe." "I'd like that. That would be just like a real date." Then she added quickly, "Not that today wasn't... I mean..." I interrupted her. "I know what you mean. And would six be too early for you?" "That would be great. I'll see you then." Then she checked to see if anyone was peeking through the windows and gave me another quick kiss. I went back to my car and pulled out of their driveway and into ours. I shut off the engine and just sat there for a moment. I couldn't believe today. I had been with other girls, but none of them affected me the way Karen had today. She seemed to be everything that a guy could ask for. She was funny, intelligent and I loved that way her eyes would almost disappear when she would laugh. I guess I had to admit to myself that I was falling for her. I went into the house and took my bag up to my room then stopped to tell Mikey that dinner was ready. After dinner, I was surfing the net and chatting with a couple of friends when an IM popped up. It was Karen. Hi there. Just wanted to thank you again for the most wonderful day I've ever had. Believe me the pleasure was all mine. LOL Maybe we can go back again sometime. You just want to see me in that bikini again. So right. You look incredible in it. Thanks. I almost messed up. Mom came in to get my clothes and noticed that the suit I had taken was dry, but the towel was damp. I told her a friend of yours picked it up by mistake and used it. LMAO Boy, that was close. Are we still on for tomorrow? Sure are. Mom pitched a fit about me going out, being handicapped and all, and especially with a boy, but Daddy thought it was great. I am really looking forward to it. Me too Do you like Italian? I LOVE Italian. Great. I'll make reservations at Antonio's downtown. Then we can decide what to do from there. Sounds good. Gotta go. Daddy just came in and said that The Shining was on. We watch scary movies together. See ya tomorrow then See ya. XOXOXO I closed the chat window and shut down the computer. Karen's mention of her bikini reminded me that I needed to get the suits and towels out of the bag and into my laundry for tomorrow. I went over and opened the bag. Mixed in with the smell of chlorine was a new scent. I picked up her bikini bottoms and found the source. It was definitely the scent of an aroused woman. I held it closer and closed my eyes thinking about how her lips felt, how smooth and soft her skin was when I had wrapped my arms around her. By now, my cock was rock hard. I slipped my shorts down and grabbed the base and started to stroke. It didn't take but just a few minutes before I felt myself starting to climax. I shot my load onto the damp towel that was on the floor where I had dropped it. My knees became weak and I fell back on the bed, my cock still in my hand. I did rouse myself long enough to clean up and then fell into bed. I slept well that night, but I dreamed constantly of Karen. It wasn't just sexual either, although that was a good part of it. But I also dreamed of just being with her, enjoying her laughter, the warmth of her body as she snuggled against me. I woke up the next morning a little tired and very horny. ------- Chapter 2 I did have to do laundry today as well as get some things ready for school. I spent the morning doing these chores as well as cutting the grass and cleaning out under the deck. By then, I had just enough time to wash the car and get a shower. Six o'clock found me standing at the Peterson's front door. Mr. Peterson opened the door for me and asked me to come in. "Karen will be down in a few minutes." "That's fine sir. I don't mind." We sat down in the living room, Mr. Peterson took what was probably his favorite chair, and I was opposite him on the couch. "Karen said she had a great time yesterday. She was bubbling about it all evening." "Yes sir, we had a great time. We did ride a lot of the rides, had some good food and laughed a whole lot." Mr. Peterson chuckled. "I figured you did more than just sit around. We just won't tell my wife. She seems to think that because Karen can't hear, she is incapable of anything else. And all that lust and perversion that was there. I disagree, but chose not to say much because Karen didn't seem to mind. But now, she has you to go out with. Tell me, what do you think of Karen?" The question startled me. I thought for a few seconds, and decided to answer truthfully. "Well, I find her very bright and funny, she has a quick mind, and once she gets past the fear of someone thinking bad of her, very personable. And if you don't mind me saying so, she is the prettiest girl I have ever met." This seemed to please him, and we switched to other subjects until we heard Karen coming down the stairs. I turned to see her and lost my ability to breath. She was dressed in a short black skirt and hose, and a simple pink top that buttoned up the front. She looked very elegant without being over dressed. I did notice that there was a pink tint to her usually pale skin. Even with all the sunblock, she had a bit of a sunburn. I walked over and took her hand. "You look fabulous." She ducked her head and smiled. We walked out to the car and after buckling her up and getting a kiss for my trouble, we headed to the restaurant. When we walked in, I could see the eyes of most of the males following Karen as the host led us to our table. As we were seated, Karen looked around and saw all the men glancing at her. She signed that she was wondering what was wrong since everyone was staring. I signed back that the men were wishing they were with her, and the women were just jealous. I also added that I imagine there would be some sore shins from the guys getting kicked under the table for staring. She blushed and then started to giggle. We talked until the waiter showed up. Then, it was little pieces of conversation with her trying to keep from laughing out loud when I started to critique the other diners in her line of sight. She did have to stop signing to eat and she got used to speaking instead since no one was paying attention to her voice. Dinner was a success as was the movie. I let her pick the movie and it was a romantic drama with lots of spicy scenes to keep my interest. Being a foreign film, it had nudity (which I enjoyed) and subtitles (so she could keep up). After the lights had gone down, I put my arm around her and she leaned against me. As the action on screen heated up, she grabbed my hand. I don't think she noticed what she was doing since she was very intent on the movie, but her hand was slowly moving mine further up her leg. By the time the climax of the film was over, she had pulled our hands almost to her crotch. She suddenly looked down and saw how far she had pulled my hand up. She got very embarrassed and jerked her hand off of mine. In a fit of horniness, instead of immediately pulling back, I slowly trailed my hand back down enjoying the feel of her inner thigh clear down to her knee. Then, I moved my hand up to her cheek. When she looked at me, I moved in and kissed her tenderly. She moaned deep in her throat and returned the kiss with a passion that gave me a glimpse of what she must be feeling. We broke the kiss and she surprised me when she pulled the arm that had been around her lower, to where I could feel the hard nubbin poking out of the front of her blouse. After a quick look around for any observers, I ignored the rest of the movie concentrating instead on the firm roundness of her right breast as my fingers traced patterns all over the surface of her blouse. When the credits rolled and the house lights came up, we separated and tried to get ourselves in order. She was smoothing out her blouse and skirt and I was trying to will my prominent erection to subside so I could walk out of the theater without embarrassing us. She looked over at my crotch, then smiled and settled back until the place was almost empty. We walked out hand in hand. That simple touch seemed so comfortable. We stayed in the parking lot talking a little and kissing a lot. We stayed there longer than we had planned and too soon, I had to get her home. Since this had been her first date, she had an eleven o'clock curfew. I drove into my own driveway and parked. We then got out of my car and I walked her to her door. We had time for just a few kisses before the porch light came on. She gave a nervous giggle and with one final kiss, she turned and went inside. I walked by to my own house without ever having my feet touch the ground. I started school the next week. Senior year was going to be interesting. It was supposed to be an 'easy' year, but my counselor had convinced me that I needed to take a couple of advanced classes in order to boost my final grades that year. The scholarship I was working on for the University of Colorado was dependent on my grades and classes. These two classes could secure a full ride, so it would really help my parents (and me) if I could pull it off. All I could do was wave at Karen the first day when I got home. The second was a quick hello signed across the yard. By the third day, she must have missing me as much as I was her. I looked over as I got out of my car Wednesday afternoon. I saw her on her porch and waved. She glanced over at the window to see her mother standing there watching her back. She turned so her mom couldn't see her hands and signed, Leave your computer on tonight after dinner. I nodded and smiled, then waved again and went into the house. I went up and started on my homework immediately. I was pretty much done before dinner. I was reading Melville's "Moby Dick" for an assignment when the computer chimed and a new name popped up on the screen. Someone called StoneDefFox1118 was trying to talk to me. I figured out who it was immediately and added the name to my friends list. Then, I IM'd her: Hey there! Love the name. It should have been Stone Cold Fox though. LOL Thanks. I found mom trying to access my chat logs with you. I kept them because I like to read them after. Anyway, this is a name she doesn't know. I created a new account and plan on hiding it. That's cool. Sorry I haven't had time to come over and see you. School is a killer right now, but should slow down after we go along. No prob. I have been grounded until Friday anyway. I was changing my shirt Sunday morning and Mom saw the white marks from my bikini. She went ballastic. Dad heard her screaming at me and came up to save me. She was calling me a slut and a harlot, but Daddy made her calm down... After Mom stomped out he said he was a little upset that I had not told him that I had bought two suits. But I need to get that suit back so Dad can see what I bought. I'm sorry you got into trouble, but at least she didn't see what the bottoms were like. LOL Really!! But I got some great news. Dad convinced Mom that I can go to the Deaf school here! This is so great! I'm happy for you. Didn't you go to school before though? Mom got the church to send over a tutor where we used to live. She seemed to think that I couldn't handle going out to a real school. She has this idea that since I am deaf that I must be retarded or something. NO WAY! You are very smart and funny. I can't believe that she doesn't see it. She as much as told my grandparents that. She didn't think I could see her lips, I guess. :-((( Well I think you're great. Thanks, You're such a sweety. (((((((((Dave))))))))))) (((((((((Karen)))))))))) And a big kiss too. Yummmmmm. Will you leave on your computer every night about this time? It is nice to get to talk to you and she can't see the TTD. Of course I will. I can't wait until this weekend. Want to go out again? YEA!!!!!!! Is that too forward? heehee LOL Not at all. I'm just glad you enjoyed it as much as I did. Oh I did. I still think of the kisses and touches. Me too. Gotta go be4 the mom-unit comes to see what I'm doing. KK Talk to ya tomorrow. And make sure you stay covered until the burn fades. Hugs and kisses Hugs and LOTS of kisses ;-)) bye. Bye I shut the message center down after I saved the chat log for her. I went back to reading. But instead of thinking about great white whales and ships, I was thinking of Karen in a bikini. I finally gave up and went to bed, with Karen on my mind and my cock in my hand. Our second date went as well as the first. This time, we went to the Blue Castle hamburger joint and then to play miniature golf. The Blue Castle was the local hangout for all the high school kids. Karen tensed when she saw all the other teens who were there, but allowed me to lead her in. We placed our order and while we were waiting, Larry walked up with Lisa. I introduced Karen and we talked a moment or two with Karen watching intently. Larry leaned over and said quietly, "Damn Dave. This girl is a fox. When you pick them, you pick them sexy." Karen turned bright red and Larry noticed it. Then she surprised him by thanking him for the compliment. I just laughed. Larry asked if she had heard him. "She didn't hear you. Karen is deaf and she reads lips. So you better watch what you whisper." Larry then laughed as well and apologized for the remark. Lisa good-naturedly ribbed him the rest of the time we were there and Karen enjoyed watching it all. The miniature golf was fun as well. It was a trip to watch Karen as she would concentrate on a shot. With her head down and her cute little tongue between her lips, she would try and time the putt through whatever obstacle that was her nemesis at the time. She made a hole-in-one on the last hole and earned a free game. The way she was bouncing around you thought she had one the lottery. We decided to save that game for another time and left. We drove around a bit then parked in a shaded area and once again ended up making out like mad, feeling each other through our clothes and above the waist. I was letting her set the pace, but she was moving faster than I would have thought. She had my hands rubbing over her breasts and before long she moved my hands down to her thighs and ass as well. A month after school started, I got a call from Gary Norton. He was on the football team when I had torn my knee apart last year when a couple of linebackers landed on me. I missed playing, but didn't want to take a chance of being crippled. The reason for his call was to make sure I was coming to the homecoming game and the dance afterwards. I almost said no since my ex-girlfriend was dating the school's best receiver and she would be there. The breakup had been nasty and she had been pretty vindictive since school had started. He really wanted me to come and since we had been friends since the fifth grade, I told him I would think about it. When Karen came on the chat, I asked her about it. She tried to get me to go without her since she was afraid that they all would make fun of her. After about an hour, I wasn't making too much progress. I decided to try a different tactic. Well, you know I can't go without my girlfriend to protect me Waitaminute! Did you say Girlfriend, like we are a couple or something? I guess it could be or something, but I would prefer the couple part better. Karen, will you be my girlfriend? God, YES!!! I have been hoping you would ask. Great! So will you go with me then? Since you put it that way, of course I'll go with you. We signed off after making plans to go to the game and the dance. Since it wasn't a formal, Karen didn't have to buy a dress, and after asking, decided she had something that would work. It had turned cool so we wore jeans and jackets to the game. I explained what was happening on the field. During the game, she was cheering along with everyone else. I asked how she knew when to cheer and when to groan since she didn't know the game. She signed that she was keeping an eye on some girls in front of us and could tell what to do by their reactions. I gave her a kiss and turned back to the game, thinking of how observant she was. After Gary made an interception and ran the ball back for a fifty-two yard TD for the win, we headed to the locker room entrance to meet Gary and the rest of my former teammates. Allison, Gary's girlfriend, was waiting there as well. I introduced her to Karen, who smiled and waved. Allie looked a little puzzled. "Shy?" "In a way, Allie. She is deaf like my brother and is afraid that people will be put off by how she talks." She turned so Karen could read her lips. "If she has captured a hunk like you, then she is already alright in my book. Karen? Don't worry, we won't make fun of you or think badly of you. Okay?" Karen screwed up her courage and answered quietly. "Okay. I'm glad to meet you Allie." Allie smiled widely at her. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it? And you don't sound bad at all. It is just like an accent or something." "Yeah, I guess so. And I agree, he is quite a hunk isn't he?" I tried to be indignant. "Hey! Don't embarrass the hunk while he is here." Karen just popped me on the butt and laughed with Allie. With the ice broken, the meetings with Greg and the rest of the team went well. Karen was very nervous at first, but relaxed when the group paid no attention to her hearing loss. The next night, Saturday, was the Homecoming Dance. I went over to pick up Karen and Karen's mom answered the door. "You might as well come in. I don't know why you are insisting on embarrassing my daughter, but she will be down in a minute." I was a little upset about that remark. "Mrs. Peterson, I have no intention of embarrassing your daughter. We are going to my homecoming dance, nothing worse. I don't understand." "I just don't know why you would want to take a handicapped child out and let her make a fool of herself. She doesn't need you parading her around letting other people find out she is a freak." Now I was downright mad. I saw Mr. Peterson emerge from the living room after hearing his wife's raised voice, but by now, I was mad enough not to watch myself. "Mrs. Peterson, your daughter is a warm and loving girl who I am nuts about. She is bright, funny and a great person to be around. So she is deaf. My brother is as well, so I am used to it. My friends all know what that means and what they have to do to make it easier for her. And that isn't much. Just make sure she knows you are talking to her and make sure she can see your face. Karen is an excellent lip reader. So please don't talk down about her when I am around. I think I am falling for her in a big way and it really upsets me to see someone put her down." Karen's mom started to take umbrage with me, but her husband stopped her. "He is right, you know. I have watched our daughter, our hearing impaired daughter, come to life since we moved here. She is gaining some self-confidence, which is good. I think Dave here is good for her. She is almost eighteen and an adult. Now lets get out of the way so our daughter's boyfriend can take her to a school dance" Mrs. Peterson was still fuming, but her husband led her away and into the living room. As they moved off, I saw that Karen had been standing where she could have read everything that was said. She came running into my arms. I gave her a big hug, then moved her back so she could see my face. "I'm sorry..." but she put her finger to my lips and motioned me out the door. We got in the car and she snapped the belt in place and said "Get me away from here." I did as she asked and we took off toward the restaurant where we were going to eat. The drive was silent until I parked. Then she lost it. "I can't believe she said those things about me. You must think I really AM a freak after that. I mean, I saw what you said back, but you have to hate me after the way that my mother talked to you." She was crying quietly, trying to hold it in. I reached over and took her hand in mine. She finally looked up at me so I could talk to her. "Karen, you must believe everything I said was true. You've got to believe me you are all those things I said - and more. I'm sorry if I got you in trouble, but it just burns me up when she was talking about you like that." "Dave, you are the sweetest guy in the world. I really appreciate you doing that. And when you said you might be falling for me, was that true too?" Her eyes held a hopeful and somewhat scared look. "Actually, that wasn't completely true. You see, there is no 'maybe' about it; I have already fallen completely in love with you. I was just scared to say anything because I didn't know if you were feeling the same." I got my answer in a split second when she launched herself over the console and into my arms. "Oh God, Dave... I have been in love with you since the first time you came over and talked to me. I'm just so glad that you feel the same way." There were more tears, but this time they were ones of joy. I let her cry it out, then suggested that we go in and eat. Karen's response was to suggest they get a quick burger so she could fix her makeup and then go on to the dance. I agreed, and as I went in and ordered, Karen slipped into the bathroom and fixed her makeup. She didn't wear much, mainly because she didn't need it, and she was out in just a few minutes. We quickly ate sitting as close as we could get, then headed out for the dance. When we got into the car, I reached over to buckle her in, then realized that she had done it herself when we left her house. In answer to my question, she responded "Of course. I had it figured out after the second time you did it. I just enjoyed you touching me." She just giggled when I complained about 'devious women'. Then I gave her a kiss anyway and we drove to the dance. My regular gang was already there when we walked in. Karen looked fantastic in a dark green midi skirt and a light gray blouse. The guys started acting up much to the amusement and a few dirty looks from their girlfriends. Allie came right up and hugged Karen and immediately started jabbering at her. We all found a couple of tables and started to hold court. When the music started, Karen asked if we could dance. I was surprised but took her hand out to the floor. I had been worried that the dark floor would bother her and not hearing the music would be a problem. I was pleasantly surprised when she showed a great sense of the rhythm. During a break, Allie asked her about it. "Even though I can't hear the music, I can feel the beat of the bass and drums. I just move to that. The slow songs, I just follow Dave's lead." We all had a good laugh about that. The rest of the evening passed with Karen having a great time. Only one problem occurred and that was when my ex-girlfriend came walking by. Karen and Allie were laughing when Allie spotted Candice coming up to the table. She stopped and taking the cue, so did Karen. Candice had strutted up to the table with Jeremy Wilson. She sneered down at me as I leaned back in my chair. "I heard that after I dumped you, the best you could do was some dumb bitch who can't hear. Taking out the handicapped now?" I started to get up, but Karen held me back. Instead, she stood and leaned over the table. "I consider my hearing loss a far lesser handicap than having my brains in my bra like you. If you had bothered to stop and rub those two brain cells together, you might have had a thought in which you would have realized that Dave dumped you because you were nothing more than arm candy, looking for a way to be popular. You tried to use Dave to get in with the "in" crowd and when he got hurt, he found out what a fraud you are." Candice sneered back, saying, "I think you insulted me, but the way you talk, I'm not sure" Allie stood up. She was known to be a real tiger around school and had beaten the hell out of one guy who tried to rape her. "Maybe I can explain it so even a stupid slut like you can understand. Karen has twice as much class than you will ever have. Now go and get your kneepads so you can give your daily performance." Candice started to say something else, but the band started up again and we couldn't hear her. Then Karen signed something to me and I busted out laughing. I nodded my head in response. Candice just stood there, looking confused. I told her she had met her match and she should leave now while she was still had a little dignity intact. Candice stomped off and the rest of the table was looking at us puzzled. I leaned over and told the group, "Karen just signed to me that she wondered if sex with her was as dead as her brain function." Then it was the Group's turn to laugh. Karen was now one of them as far as they were concerned. We stayed a while longer, but then Karen signed to me that she was ready to leave. I thought that maybe the crowd was getting to her, so we made our goodbyes and left. When we got into the car, I asked her if she was all right. "I am fine. But I wanted to spend a little private time with my boyfriend." I agreed and we took off. I soon found we were close to the local make out spot, and I turned in to the small pathway that was barely recognizable among the bushes. I pulled into a secluded spot that was surrounded by trees and undergrowth. It was very private and Karen grinned in agreement at the choice. I had barely got the car shut off when she reached over and grabbed me in a passionate kiss. We let the seats lay back so we were more comfortable and really got into some heavy kissing. I reached up to put my hand on her breast, when she stopped me. My concerns were soon dissipated when she started undoing the buttons on the front of the blouse. She slipped it off her shoulders and reached back to undo her bra. The sight of her round breasts had me mesmerized for a moment. Just more than a handful, they rode well up on her chest with no sag that I could see. Her nipples were distended, just begging for attention. I moved back to her and continued to kiss her lips, moving to her chin, ears and neck, all the while my hand was moving from one breast to the other. I loved the feel of her hot skin on my hand and the pliant texture of her flesh as I traced random patterns with my hand always ending up caressing her nipple before moving to the other one to start the same treatment. She was moaning deeply in her throat and rolling her body in an attempt to get even more stimulation from my hand. I couldn't wait any longer and kissed my way down her neck and started licking all over her mounds of flesh. When my tongue moved directly across her nipple, she gasped and pulled my head tighter to her. "Oh God Davey, please suck my tits. They are aching." I was happy to oblige and dove in with gusto, running my tongue all over the exposed flesh and locking on to her left nipple. My free hand was rolling and lightly pinching the other one. Her breathing was getting harder and her groans increased, so I figured she was close. My hand left her breast and moved down to her thigh. To my surprise, I encountered the soft bare flesh instead of the material of her skirt. Somehow during our movements, she had slipped out of it and was now wearing nothing but her panties. I tried to take in as much of this sight as I could from my position, but her writhing told me that I shouldn't wait too long. I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh to the edge of her panties. The heat that was coming from that area was incredible. When I slid my fingers under the material, I could feel that it was soaked with her juices. My finger felt the smooth skin of the labia, slick with her essence. Since her panties had my fingers trapped, they were kept in contact with her pussy as I explored. Her pelvis started humping against my fingers and I barely touched her clit when she went off. Her entire body went rigid for a few seconds, and then started to spasm with the rhythm of her orgasm. I moved up to kiss her as she started to go over and that seemed to intensify her feelings. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever until finally her body relaxed and she collapsed against the seat. "My God, that was something. I had never gone off like that before." She realized that she had just admitted to having other orgasms. And she got a bit embarrassed. "Don't worry about it, love. Everybody gets themselves off once in a while." "You know, I never did it much before I met you. Now I seem to be so horny that I can't seem to help myself." "Join the club dear." I chuckled to her. "I feel so great right now, but I bet you are hurting." She was looking at the bulge in my pants at the time. "Don't worry, I can take care of that later. I don't want to push you." "But I haven't ever seen one before for real and I want to make you feel as good as me." She was grabbing at my belt as she was saying this. She was having trouble with the buttons on the dress pants; so I reached down to help her. When my pants and underwear were down to my knees, she took a minute to stare. "I can't believe how big it looks." The awe in her voice was apparent as she reached out to put a tender grasp on my cock. I thought I was going to lose it right then; her hand was so warm and soft as she gently squeezed the shaft. When she asked, I admitted to being very close. She started moving her hand up and down very gently, using the precum as a lube. My pelvis started to thrust up into her hand as she watched it slide between her fingers. I felt the sensations deep in my abdomen that signaled imminent climax. She must have known what was happening since she tightened her grip a bit more. That was enough to send me over. The first shot landed on her tummy causing her to flinch, but she continued to stare while I rode the rest of the orgasm out. When I finally came to my senses, Karen was holding my wilting cock, her hand covered with my semen. I touched her shoulder and apologized to her when she looked over at my face. "Don't worry about it. I loved it! That was the neatest thing I have ever seen. I almost came just watching you." She reached into the console, pulled out a pack of Kleenex, and started to clean us both up. She did take the time to explore the glob that had landed on her chest. She rubbed it between her fingers testing its consistency. Then she surprised me by sticking out her tongue and tasting it. "Not great, but not bad either" was her comment. She then surprised me when she didn't clean it off her chest but rather rubbed it onto her breasts. She said that it was a reminder of tonight later on. We were ready for more, but when I glanced at the clock on the radio, I saw we had little time before her curfew. We started rearranging and replacing our clothing. Karen stopped when she started to put on her skirt. Her panties were soaked and she was worried about it soaking through onto her skirt. With a wicked smile, she reached up and pulled them completely off, revealing her trimmed bush and puffy lips to me for the first time. She playfully batted me away when I tried to go down on her, and I made a promise to myself I would get there next time. She started to put her panties in her purse, but I stopped her and asked if I could have them instead. She gave a grin and handed them over. I put them in my pocket and set the seats back up. She was getting her blouse tucked in when I started the car. We got her back home just in time. She had done all she could to look presentable, but there was still the smell of an aroused woman around her. Luckily, her parents seemed to be in their room. We had a quick goodnight kiss and she slipped into her front door. That night, I relived every detail of our encounter as I masturbated to a wonderful orgasm. Not on the level of what Karen had given me, but good enough. We didn't get to talk for a couple of days afterwards. When she came on IM on Tuesday it was a relief to talk again. Boy am I glad you are on. I've missed you, but I couldn't get any time to be at my computer. Mom has been asking all kinds of questions and wouldn't leave me alone. I'm glad to talk to you too. I was afraid I had gone too far that night. lol Not far enough in my opinion, but probably a good thing we stopped since I'm not on the pill. Yet. You're right. We can wait until you are ready, I don't mind. I know. You're such a love. But I am ready, more than ready. And tonight I am so horny I'm going crazy. Wish I was there to help you with that. Me too. Can you take me somewhere tomorrow after school? Sure, You get home before I do, so no problem. But I do have to be home early enough to study for a test we have coming up. It won't take too long. Thanks. We talked a bit more then signed off. I went back to my trig homework and then got ready for bed. Karen was waiting outside the house when I got home the next day. I didn't even get out of the car before she was jumping in the other side. I backed out and she gave me directions to a Planned Parenthood clinic downtown. I went in with her as she filled out the forms. They called her back into the exam rooms. I heard it and nudged her to let her know they wanted her. She went back, but it was just a few minutes before the nurse came out to me. "Are you the one who brought in the deaf girl?" I said I was. "We are short staffed and nobody here knows sign language. Could you come back for at least the question part? It would be easier than having her write all the answers down." I almost said that Karen could read lips just fine and speak very well, but I kept quiet and followed her. She took me into a room where Karen was on the exam table, dressed in a paper gown. Since the nurse was still there, I started to sign to Karen. Why didn't you just talk to them? Because I am scared and I thought that they would let you come back with me if they didn't understand sign language. I understand. I'll stay with you. The nurse started the questions and I played interpreter. Then the doctor came in and after the nurse explained to him my presence, he agreed to let me stay. It was strange when the doctor did the breast exam. I knew it had to be done, but in a strange way I was jealous and was wishing it was my hands on her tits. Next came the pelvic exam. The nurse told her that it might be uncomfortable so I moved over and stayed right by Karen's head. I held her hand through it, and it was soon done. The nurse told her to get dressed and I started out, but Karen held me back. I offered to help her dress, and she eagerly accepted. I held her panties for her to step into, kissing the top of her pussy as I pulled them up... Then I fastened her bra for her and 'checked' the positioning of the cups. She slipped her jeans and shirt on and was tying her shoes when the doctor knocked. I said come in and he opened the door. Karen was still tying her shoes and she made no movement to recognize he had come back. I touched her on the shoulder to get her attention and she looked surprised to see him. "I'm sorry, Ms. Peterson. Many clients try and fake not being to understand, but I see that you truly are hearing impaired. My apologies for doubting you." Karen signed "Thanks" and I stated it for her. "Now on the subject of your visit. I can find no problems with your health so I am going to put you on the 'mini-pill'... It is effective, but the dosage is easier on you. And on a personal note, I am happy to see you came to us before you lost your virginity. That shows responsibility on your part. Most of the time, I see young women after the fact, so it is refreshing to see your maturity." We went out to the front and she got her first month's supply of pills. In addition, the nurse handed me a lunch sack. Looking inside, I saw that it was half full of condoms of all kinds and colors. "Just until the pills take effect." was her explanation. We got out to the car and Karen opened the bag. Looking at the contents, she started howling with laughter. "She must think we are awfully horny. There must be a hundred condoms in here." We spent the next few weeks chatting on the computer and a date on at least Saturday night. We would make out like mad but never went too far. I did get to taste her pussy, an event that sent her into orbit. I loved the taste of her and decided I couldn't get enough. She also learned to suck my cock, something that I enjoyed immensely and one she claimed to like as well. The first time she had me cum in her mouth, she almost choked on the amount, but soon found that she liked it. On her seventeenth birthday, I gave her a couple of books and a gift certificate to the local mall. Then she opened the last box I handed her. Inside was a heart-shaped pendant made of gold. Two small rubies decorated the top of the heart and at the bottom was a small diamond. On the back was 'K.M.P. I love you, Dave'... She teared up when she saw it and I got a huge hug and a not so innocent kiss considering her parents were present. Then she turned and pulled her hair up so I could put it on. I had some cake with them then left for my house. Tomorrow was Friday and we would be going out. That night, my parents had taken Mikey and went to visit my Aunt Edna. We had planned on going out that night, but since I had the house to myself, I decided to show her I could cook. As soon as I got home from school, I put together five-cheese lasagna, tossed a salad and made garlic bread. I opened the door when Karen knocked, and invited her in. She was looking around as I got the lasagna into the oven. I realized we had been going out for a few months now, and this was the first time she had been in our house long enough to see more than the living room. I gave her a tour of the place but since it is laid out close to theirs, there was not much to see. When I showed her my room, she walked around and looked at everything. She saw that I had her panties on my nightstand, and got embarrassed. "What if your mom sees those?" "She just ignores them. My parents are very liberal about sex, and they trust me to be mature in my relationships. I'd only been out with a few girls for more than a date or two. And you are the most serious ever." She gave me a nice kiss. "That is wonderful to hear." She then moved around the bed to look out my window. "Hey, you can see my room from here." I moved over to where she was standing. It's that one on the side of our house, up on top. On the left is my bathroom and my bedroom is on the right." I had never been beyond the living room at their house, so I had no idea. "Too bad your bathroom window is frosted. Maybe I could watch you shower someday." I got a punch on the arm for that one. By then, I heard the timer go off for dinner. We walked downstairs hand in hand and I led her to the dining room. I had set up the table with Mom's good china, cloth napkins, and candlelight. I had her sit down while I brought out the salad. The lasagna had time to sit and firm up by then so I pulled the garlic bread and served the main course. Karen was very impressed. Impressed that I could make such a dinner and even more impressed that I would do it just for her. She just beamed with love when I told her that she was worth more than just this. We had dessert and then went into the den to watch a movie on Dad's projection screen TV. Karen had picked out a mystery of sorts called Fair Game in which Cindy Crawford plays a lawyer who is targeted for death. Lots of action, and who could resist Cindy naked (from the back anyway). I turned down the lights, set the surround sound for heavy bass and we sat back. There were subtitles on the DVD so Karen could keep up easily. We were on the couch, with me leaning into the corner and Karen snuggled up against my side and front, basically laying on me. We were halfway through the movie when my bladder informed me that I had waited long enough. I gently moved her over and told her to keep watching, I would be right back. I relieved the pressure and swung by the kitchen to get another couple of Pepsi's when I heard a knock on the front door. When I opened the door, Mrs. Peterson pushed past me demanding to know where her daughter was. I was so shocked that I just pointed to the den, and then followed her in. Karen was curled up on the couch still watching the movie. Karen didn't even know she was in the room until she stepped in front of the screen. "MOTHER!! What do you think you are doing?" was her startled exclamation. "I'm here to take you out of here. I looked over and saw that his parent's car was gone and that you were here without adult supervision. Now I find that you are spread out all over his couch. You were probably half naked before I knocked." "Why don't you just leave? We aren't doing anything to be ashamed of. We are watching a movie for God's sake. You know, something that people do together when they are in love... Something you might remember doing before you got on your kick of being so high and mighty." I broke in before it got any worse. "Mrs. Peterson, my parents know that Karen was going to be here tonight. They are okay with it. We had a nice dinner and then we were watching a movie. If you hadn't interrupted us, we would be done pretty soon and since Karen has already said she was tired, I would have walked her home in an hour or so. So could you please either leave, or sit down so we can finish the movie." I think I startled her, but she could see I was right. I walked her to the door and she left muttering. I scanned back to where we were interrupted and restarted the movie. I sat down and Karen snuggled back up against me, but the mood was broken and after the ending credits, Karen decided to go home. We had company the next night so Karen and I didn't get to go out. We talked on IM during the week, but both of us were busy with semester finals that we kept it short. On Thursday, my computer chimed with a message. Hi sweetie. Missed being with you this week Me too. You can't believe how horny I am. I want to feel you touch me so bad. I know. I have been thinking about you all the time. How soft your skin is, how much I love licking your pussy lips... Oh God, Davey. You are making me so hot. Do something for me. Anything you want babe. Go over to your window with your binoculars. But shut off your lights before you do. OK I shut down the lights and moved to the window. I had just sat down in front of it when the shade in Karen's window went up. She was standing there in a button front shirt and a plaid skirt. I flipped my bedside lamp on and off so she could tell I was there. I saw her grin and then she started dancing. She was slowly moving her body in some rhythm that only existed in her head. As she was moving, she started to unbutton her shirt. As soon as it was unbuttoned, she slowly slid it off her shoulders. She had turned so all I could see was her back. When the shirt dropped off her arms, she turned back around covering her breasts with her hands. Still moving, she dropped her hands to expose her breasts. I was as hard a rock by now. The sight of Karen moving like she was and squeezing and caressing her breasts, pinching her own nipples, was driving me crazy. I reached down and loosened the sweats I was wearing and raised up on my knees next to the window. She turned around again and bent over slightly, showing me her delicious naked ass under the skirt. After a few more glimpses of her ass, she turned to face me again. I was now stroking myself as she undid the clasp on the side of the skirt and slowly lowered it showing me her tummy and then the first wisps of her pubic hair as the skirt continued to descend... When her pussy was completely exposed, she let the skirt fall to the floor. She started rubbing her own thighs and back up to her breasts to tweak her nipples. Then they would descend once again. My hand was soaked from my own precum as I stroked myself while watching the erotic scene before me. My cock was so hard that it was almost painful. When Karen started to pump two fingers into her pussy with one hand and strum her clit with the other, I felt myself teetering on the edge. Karen's head rolled back and I could tell she was climaxing and I went over as well. I was thrusting into my own fist and firing my load onto the wall below the window. I came so hard that I thought I would pass out. I looked over just in time to see Karen sink down below the window. I had cleaned up my mess when I saw the window pop up again. Of course it was Karen. That had to be the wildest sexiest thing I have ever done. You looked so hot stripping like that. Were you hard? Did you cum? As a rock. I was so hard it hurt. And I shot my load all over the wall as you threw your head back. God that is hot. I didn't know I would get so horny from doing that. You looked so sexy; I wanted to come over and eat you right then. We will have to do this again sometime. Next time I hope I'm in the same room so I can help. Oh Yeah!! We signed off after that. Our mutual orgasms had worn us both out. But she was right; it was one of the hottest things we had ever done. I crawled into bed and fell asleep with the images of Karen getting herself off running through my mind. ------- Chapter 3 Next week, we started our winter break. Karen had three more days of school than we did, then hers started as well. On that Monday, I went to pick up Karen at her school. When I drove up into the lot, she was standing to one side talking to a couple of other girls around her age. I walked up to her and signed "Hello sweetie." The other girls giggled when she came over and gave me a kiss that had her tongue touching my tonsils. She broke the kiss and headed to my car. Just before she got in, she waved goodbye to them. She had enjoyed that so much she had me pick her up on her last two days. On that Wednesday, she found out that her mother wasn't home and had gone to the mall. Karen had me follow her up into her room. It was definitely a girl's room with light pink on the walls and a canopy bed. The same bed I had seen the movers bringing in last summer. Things were tidy, no clothes on the floor or anything, but her desk showed where her schoolwork was kept. No radio, but that was understandable. There were a lot of books and magazines stacked up in shelves and along the walls. The computer was sitting on one side of her desk and an office chair with a cushion was pushed up to it. I stared at that chair for a few minutes thinking about the times that Karen had sat there with her hands in her pussy while I typed what I wanted to do to her. We had been having cybersex ever since she had done the strip tease for me. She brought me back to the here and now by pulling me over to her bed. She fell back onto it with her legs spread and hanging off the edge. She pulled me down on top of her and gave me a kiss. I returned the kiss and rolled her over so I could get my hands on her luscious ass. We stayed locked together for a few minutes, and then I pushed her over on her back. I knelt between her legs and reached under her skirt pulling her panties off. I dove under her skirt and attacked her pussy, planning to bring her off. She moved forward to where her ass was barely on the edge of the bed. She set her feet on my shoulders and grabbed the back of my head. She started riding my face while I was furiously tonguing her hole and clit. It wasn't long before I felt her stiffen and start shaking as she started a massive orgasm. I kept licking her juices as they poured out of her. Her orgasm started to fade and she collapsed back onto the bed, flushed and panting. I peeked out from under her skirt and gave her a grin. She gave a weak smile and collapsed back down. I moved up next to her and gathered her in my arms until she got her senses back. She finally gave a sigh and rolled over to kiss me, getting a taste of herself in the process. She then sat up and started to undo my pants. She soon had my cock out and was stroking it as she got into the same position that I had been a few minutes ago. She literally attacked my cock, licking and kissing it before sliding her mouth over the head. "We have to make this fast, I don't know when Mom will be home. I'd be dead with a capital 'D' if she caught us." Karen then started to take me into her mouth as deep as she could. She started to slip her shirt off as her head was bobbing up and down. It wasn't long before I was ready to explode. I tapped her head to give her some warning. When she felt my balls tighten up, she pulled her head back and aimed at her bra-covered tits. I shot hard and covered the top of her chest with my semen, where it started to run down into the cups. When I recovered, I sat up with my arms behind me to watch Karen rub my juice into her tits as well as the cups of her bra. She giggled at my questioning look, answering, "You have my panties to 'use' at night, now I have this bra. It isn't your shorts, but I doubt I could get away with those. We then got dressed and I headed home to relive this episode in my mind over and over again until I fell asleep my sore cock in my hand. With my Christmas shopping done, I was able to enjoy the time off from school. I took Karen to the mall despite her mother's fears and she had a great time. Her dad had handed over his charge card and I think she went into every shop that was there. She finally took pity on me and let me sit with all her bags while she finished up. We had to let the back seat down in the Celica in order to get it all in. She had come a long way from when I had first met her. She had started out a shy, scared adolescent who was downtrodden because of her hearing loss and grew into a bright, funny, confident woman. When I mentioned it, she tried to give me all the credit, but I think it was there all the time. All she needed was someone to bring it to the surface. My thoughts followed along these lines all the way home. Karen and I exchanged presents on Christmas Eve at my house. My parents were enamored with Karen. They took her as just another part of the family by now, albeit a special one to me. She liked to help my mom in the kitchen, learning all of her cooking secrets, and she laughed at all of my dad's corny jokes and would even catch him with a few puns of her own. That was more than enough to win Dad's approval. We had a nice but simple dinner of clam chowder and homemade bread, and then adjourned to the living room. My brother had worshipped Karen ever since he learned she was deaf as well. She would always give him as much attention as she could, so tonight he planted himself next to her with me on the other side. Dad pulled out the gifts we had all picked out for her. She was amazed at the amount of gift-wrapped boxes that were piled at her feet. Mike relinquished his spot next to her so he could sit on the floor and pass the presents to her. In doing so, he had the chance to figure the order. She pointed to the bags she had brought with her and asked Dad to pass them around as well. The first one to Karen was Mike's (of course). It turned out to be a leather ID case that he had made in crafts class. He had really worked hard on it and it showed. Karen thanked him and then bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He immediately wiped it off, but you could see the look of gratitude on his blushing face. Karen also received a sweater from Mom, a hardbound book of puns from Dad and some books and subtitled movies from me. I had one more gift in my pocket that I would let her open later, privately. Karen had put her shopping trip to good use. Mike got a video game he wanted, Mom and Dad got a gift certificate for the local dinner theater, and she had found me some Lord of the Rings paraphernalia. Since I am a great Tolkien fan, she had really had to search hard to find something I didn't have. She settled on a CD set of a radio play based on the books, and just for humor, a couple of Orc action figures. There was one present that I had forgotten about, Allie's. I ran upstairs to grab it from my book bag. It felt like a whole ream of paper, and when Allie told me what it was, I understood. I took it down to Karen. There was no tag on the front but I told her to open it anyway. Inside was almost a ream of paper. On each sheet, there were lyrics for every romantic ballad that Allie could find. She had taken the time to find them on the net or type them out herself. Karen was looking through them with a look of disbelief. As she started to read through them, I told the rest of my family what they were. "Allie really likes Karen and was glad to find another romantic like herself. When she handed the package to me, she said since Karen can't hear the music that makes her feel so good, she wanted her to have the next best thing. That's what the first page says, I think." Karen looked up in wonder. "This must have taken forever. Why did she do this for me?" "Honey, she really likes you. And when Allie does something, she doesn't go half way." Karen just grinned and went back to reading the pages. Unfortunately, it was getting late and I had to walk her home. She said her goodbyes to the family, and we went out the front door. The air was crisp and the light snowfall from the day before crunched under our feet. Midway between the houses, I held her back. I handed her the one box I had been saving; a velvet-covered cube was inside the gold and red box. She opened it up and gasped. Then her arms went around my neck and her lips met mine. When she finally stopped crying and squeezing me, I got her to put it on. I had looked everywhere until I finally found what I was looking for. It was a promise/friendship ring with a heart shaped ruby in the center surrounded by small diamonds. The band was made up of a series of Celtic designs that worked their way up and around the setting. She finally handed the box to me and I took the ring out and slipped it on her finger. She stood gazing at it reflecting the Christmas lights that were around us. Then she launched herself up on me again and continued smothering me with kisses. The cold did get to us eventually, and we walked the remaining distance to her door. One last kiss and embrace and she slipped inside. I walked back home happier than I had ever been. We celebrated New Year's apart. My parents had a party like they always do and I am expected to help with. Karen wanted to come, but mother refused to let her and since her father had been called away on a business trip, she couldn't appeal to him. I helped keep the party going but as the countdown to midnight was closing, I stepped outside the house and looked across to Karen's, wishing I could kiss her when the New Year was brought in. To my delight, I saw her in the window facing our house. As I heard the revelry inside signal midnight, I saw Karen signing to me. Happy New Year. I love you. I love you too sweetheart, and Happy New Year! She then turned away from the window and I slipped back inside happy to at least I got to greet the occasion with Karen, even if it was long distance. School started for both of us again and we settled into a routine that included talking on the computer every night and dating every Friday and sometimes Saturday. Our love for each other just kept growing as well as our lust. Many nights were spent in my Celica with the seats leaned back, our clothes in the floorboard, passionately getting each other off with our hands and mouths. Karen had discovered that she was very orgasmic and enjoyed getting off as much as I did. I had been careful not to push her into having sex, but Karen confessed that she was quite sure that she wanted me to be her first, and she wanted it soon. We were just holding out for a chance to do it somewhere besides a car. The chance came during the spring break. Karen's mother had left to spend some time with her ailing mother, and Mr. Peterson was at work during the week. We had spent the first couple of days just lounging around my house, watching TV and cuddling. My mom had taken Mike to a friend's house for a sleepover and was going shopping afterwards. We had just finished a romantic comedy about some romance done by email when Karen asked if I knew of anything 'racier'... I asked if she meant porno, and she admitted that she was curious about them. She confessed that she had found some pictures on the Internet but was wondering about the movies. I knew that Dad and Mom had a couple hidden away in the back of the entertainment center. I pulled one out and popped it into the DVD player. As the movie started, we got comfortable. Karen was sitting sideways on my lap with her arm around my neck and my hands around her waist. As the movie progressed, I could feel Karen getting excited. I reached up under her t-shirt and cupped her breasts running my fingers over her hard nipples. She started to moan in her throat as pulled and tweaked her nipples. Suddenly, she reached down and unzipped her jeans. Then she placed one of my hands inside the front of her panties and pushed it into her soaked pubic mound. As the first fuck scene started heating up, Karen leaned back to give me better access. I started working my fingers into her pussy in time with the action on the screen. She soon had her jeans and panties down past her knees to allow me more room to work. I cupped my hand to where my palm was exciting her clit at the same time my fingers were working in and out of her tunnel. My hand was soaked with her juices and she was starting to raise her pelvis in time to my movements. I reached over and kissed her while I rolled one of her nipples between my fingers. That combined with the stimulation of her pussy sent her over the edge. Her pussy started to contract on my fingers as she screamed into my mouth. Her juices poured into my hand as well as soaking my crotch where she had been sitting. As soon as she regained her senses, Karen slid off my lap and was working on my belt. In no time at all, she had my pants and shorts down around my ankles. She grabbed the base of my cock and lowered her head down over the head. She pulled off making a loud pop and then smiled up at me before she started to really work on my cock. After watching Karen getting off so hard and the suction she was applying to me, I knew I wouldn't last long. I warned her that I was about to blow and she surprised me by pushing my cock further into her mouth until I could feel the head moving into her throat. She gagged just a bit but continued in her quest of deep throating me. When her nose touched my pubic hair, I lost it. I started squirting so hard that it felt like my balls were going to come out the head of my dick. She felt the first pulse she pulled back a bit and let my seed fill her mouth. I finally opened my eyes a bit to see my girl sitting below me with a grin on her face. Then she opened her mouth to show me that she still had some of my seed in there. Then with her eyes never leaving mine, she slowly closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she licked her lips. She looked so sexy sitting there with just her blouse on that I reached down and pulled her lips up to mine. She devoured me in that kiss swirling her tongue against mine. When the kiss ended, she grabbed me in a hug with her head on my chest. After lying there for a moment, she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Please take me to your room and make love to me." "Are you sure?" "I have never been so sure of anything in my life. I have always been kept away from any of these feelings. Mother seemed to think anyone who was handicapped would never feel love or lust. And I have been waiting ever since I met you to finally feel it all." When she said that, I figured that there was no reason to delay. I got her to move enough that I could sit up and then stand. I took her hand and pulled her up to where she was standing in front of me. The sight of her took my breath away. There was something incredibly sexy about her with just her shirt on. Her nipples were pushing against the material of her shirt and just below her bare skin and the way her trimmed pussy hair outlined her swollen and moist lips drove me crazy. But the sexiest thing right then was the way her eyes were looking at me. They were smoky in desire, and that desire was aimed at me! I led her to my room. She slipped her shirt off and stood there in front of me completely nude and almost panting in her need. I removed what was left of my clothing as she pushed the covers over the end of the bed and laid back on it, spreading her legs in invitation. I crawled up between them and started to lick her pussy lips. She stopped me and pulled me up to her face. "We have had enough foreplay. I just want you inside me, now!" That was enough for me. My cock had not gone down much even from the excellent blowjob and the sight of my love naked and waiting was cause enough for me to have a raging hardon. I slid up until the head of my cock made contact with her nether lips. I slid it up and down spreading her open while getting her juices spread around the head. Then, I slowly started to push it inside her. I am just average in length and width I guess. But it seemed more than enough for her. She took a deep breath as the head popped inside her entrance. I hesitated for a second before I pushed in a little more... Stopping again, I moved back then forward again gaining just a bit more depth with each thrust. She was moaning and tossing her head back and forth and groaning with each advancement into her virginal passage. Karen winced when the head of my cock came in contact with her hymen. I stopped almost completely. "Sweetheart, this might hurt. I don't know how you want to do it, but we could stop now if you want." "Don't you dare!" She gasped out to me. "I know it's going to hurt, but I want you to do it. It won't last too long. And I want to feel you inside me so bad." I started pushing against her barrier trying to keep the pain to a minimum for her. However on about the fourth gentle push, she wrapped her legs around my ass and thrust up against me hard. The head of my cock tore through her virginity and buried itself deep in her velvety embrace. She cried out in pain and I froze where I was. She held me tight for a moment then relaxed her grip. "That really hurt, but I wanted to get it over with. Now that the pain is fading, finish what you started." As she was speaking, she was moving her pelvis causing my cock to slip in and out of her just a bit. I picked up the rhythm and slowly increased the lengths of my strokes. Karen was feeling the sensations of a cock inside of her for the first time and enjoying every one of them. She was thrusting herself up against my strokes into her and making sounds that showed the passion she was feeling. I knew I was not going to last much longer and I really wanted her to get off as well so I guided one of her hands between us and to the top of her pussy. She figured out what I was trying to do and started to rub her clit furiously. I shifted my weight and moved one hand to her breast and pulled and tweaked her right nipple. It wasn't long before I felt her muscles stiffen and her already tight channel clamp down even more on me. She let out a rather loud moan as her pussy started to rapidly contract against the length of my cock as she shuddered in her climax. The feel of her pussy gripping me in its velvet heat was too much. I felt my own orgasm start deep within my groin. I opened my eyes and watched this woman who I was so in love with deep into her own pleasure and I lost it. I thrust hard into her rapidly as my cock fired again and again deep into her body. This seemed to further her own climax and we both were incoherent for a while. The last thing I remember for a few minutes was rolling us both over so I wouldn't crush her. When my sight finally returned, I could see Karen looking over at me with love and a new expression. She had the look of a well-sated woman. Her content smile and smoky look filled me with love for this woman. "My God, that was fantastic!" She grinned over at me. "It hurt a bit, but then as the pain started to leave it was feeling VERY good. It was like I was so filled up and I never wanted it to leave. Then when I started to touch myself I went off like a rocket. I could feel my pussy squeezing around your dick and it made it so much better. Its like my body had something to push against and that made it so much better." I reached over and stroked her cheek. "It was fantastic for me too. And just before I went over, I looked at your face and thought of how much I love you. That made for the best orgasm I have ever had." She had tears in her eyes as she signed 'I love you too' to me. We stayed like that for a while with me holding her and her contentedly against my chest. My cock had softened and slipped out of her earlier and she had her pelvis pushed up against me as she lay as close to me as she could get. We finally started to move a bit and found that we were both sticky. Karen had our combined fluids leaking onto her thighs, tinted pink from the blood of her deflowering. We laughed about it and then went into the bathroom to clean up. Se shared a shower, but it was more loving than sexual as we caressed each other with soapy hands. She was bound to be sore from her first experience so I was very gentle with her. Even so, we both enjoyed the intimacy between us. We had not been dressed too long before my mother came home. She found us more or less in the same positions that she had left us. We were sitting on the couch snuggled together, our heads touching as my arms were encircling her. She commented on us just being lazy and then asked if I could help carry in what she had bought. Karen and I looked at each other and just grinned. We made love twice more that week. Each time was easier for us both since she was getting used to having her vagina stretched and I was less worried about hurting her so I could start to think of my own enjoyment as well as hers. We did almost get caught when mom came back earlier than expected. We had just finished and had walked from the bedroom to the bathroom together. I heard noises in the kitchen before I started the shower and let Karen know. We hurried to clean up and headed downstairs expecting to be in a world of trouble. Mom, bless her freethinking heart, didn't come off as being upset at all. Instead of the expected lecture, she just asked if we could keep the noise down. Karen and I both stared at her for a moment before she continued. "I remember what your age was like. The girls then were looked down upon because they liked sex, and I always thought that was wrong. I know it is hard to believe, but your old mom used to enjoy it with the best. I never slept around on my boyfriend, but I also didn't keep them around long if they didn't keep up. Hell, your dad is the only one who could keep me satisfied. Even now we have a very active sex life, so if you want advice, just ask." The last sentence was said with a smile because Karen was looking stricken. Her parents, especially her mother, would never even admit to having sex even now much less before they were married. She went over and hugged my mom and thanked her for being understanding which made my mom's day. She had grown to love Karen almost as much as I did. With my parent's tacit permission, Karen started to spend a lot more time at our house and specifically in my bedroom. That didn't mean that we didn't do other things besides have sex. She learned to play pool under my dad's expert guidance. He had won a few state championships and once he found out she had an interest, he taught her all he could. She enjoyed helping my mom in the kitchen. And she even took time to help Mike with problems in his schoolwork, which would make his day. It seemed to me that things were going along perfectly. Karen told me many times she felt the same. We would lay in my bed after making love and talk about the future. What we wanted, how things should be done, etc. She had many dreams, but there was always a practical edge to them. It took a long while for her to be able to let go and just dream since her mother had always told her that it would be impossible for her to live a normal life being handicapped. It was near the end of the school year. I had been accepted to the state university, which had a campus just a half hour away. Karen was on a track to graduate as well. She had tested well above grade level and the school she was going to be pushing her to attend college courses with the idea of becoming a social worker or teacher for the deaf. We had been discussing whether to keep things as they were or to move out of our parents' houses and into a place of our own. This night, I had walked Karen home after spend the evening in my room on my computer and making out. I was upstairs printing out some information for my final thesis in history when I heard the doorbell. Being engrossed in what I was doing, I didn't pay much attention until I heard my father's voice shout out for me to come down NOW! I ran down the stairs and around the corner to find Karen standing in the front hall clinging to my father crying and almost in hysterics. She noticed me and turned, collapsing into my embrace. Mom saw who it was and went to the kitchen to make some of Karen's favorite tea while I steered her into the den. I sat on the couch holding my trembling lover as she continued to sob. I rubbed her back and let her cling to me as I looked over at Dad for any ideas as to what was going on. He shrugged his shoulders, as the concern was plain on his face. Mom came back in and set the hot tea on the table next to my end of the couch. I felt the sobs start to taper off and got Karen to finally look at me. I handed her the cup and got a few sips into her, which calmed her enough to let her start talking. "Mom and I had the most awful fight. When I got home, she was waiting for me. She had found the empty packet for my birth control and started shoving it in my face. She accused you of corrupting me and making me take them, and saying you were taking advantage of me since I was handicapped and couldn't know any different." "I really got mad then and told her that it wasn't that way at all. That we loved each other and it had been my idea to get the pills and to have sex. She then called me a slut and a whore. We went back and forth, and then I told her that a good fuck would probably be good for her. That was when she slapped me so hard that I ended up on the floor. While I was trying to get myself together, she called her preacher who came over. They were holding me prisoner and praying for me to recover my lost soul or something like that. I tried to walk out, but the preacher had a guy with him that grabbed my arms. I stomped on his instep and when he let go, I kicked him in the crotch as hard as I could. Then I ran out of the house and came here. I just didn't know where else to go." The last bit was followed by sobs again as she relived the terror. My mom came over to the couch and started to rub her back as I held her. I was at a loss as to what to do. Her father was due back the next day. He was the most levelheaded part of that couple and I knew from past experiences that he could be counted on to do what was best for Karen. I was still trying to calm Karen down when there was another knock on the door. Dad went to answer it. He came back in with two uniformed police officers. In answer to our questions, they said that Mrs. Peterson had reported that her mentally deficient daughter had run away to this house against her wishes. I was really ticked off, but Dad signaled me to just keep quiet. "Officer, I would imagine that you might want to get both sides of this story. First of all, this young woman is not mentally deficient - she has profound hearing loss. Second, she didn't just run away. She was trying to escape physical violence. If it comes down to you trying to take her back, she could very well be staying in an empty house since her mother could be arrested for child abuse or domestic violence." As Dad was talking to the male officer, his partner who was a rather imposing woman had come to check on Karen. She called her name but Karen did not move from my arms. I held up my hand for her to wait, then gently got Karen's attention. She looked up and started when she saw the officer. I quickly intervened and told Officer Williams that Karen was deaf and that she had not heard her calling to her. Officer Williams got Karen to look at her. As Karen did so, the officer looked concerned. I had not seen her face since she had gone back to crying, but apparently there had been time for a complete handprint to show up on the side of her face. Looking directly at her, Officer Williams asked, "Who slapped you there, Karen?" "Mother. She got mad when I told her I wasn't retarded, just deaf and I could make up my own mind. Then I told her that if she got laid, it would help her disposition." "Are you hurt anywhere else?" Karen held out her arms where the bruises from where the preacher's helper had held her were showing up. They were starting to show up now in shades of blue and purple. Officer Williams was more sympathetic now, telling Karen to just sit and relax. She interrupted her partner who was still taking a statement from my dad. They stood apart talking quietly for a moment, and then approached us all. Officer Carlson started speaking. I touched Karen and pointed to him so she could read his lips. "From what we have seen, I tend to believe Karen's version. Seventeen is over the age of consent in this state, so that is a non-issue. I do believe that your leaving was to diffuse a violent situation. Karen, do you have anyplace you could stay for the night to make sure nothing escalates further?" Mom interrupted stating that Karen could stay here for as long as she wanted. That taken care of, the officer then asked Karen one final question. "Do you want to press charges of domestic abuse?" Karen took a deep sigh. "No. Even with the way she treated me, she is still my mother. I don't want her to be in jail." "That is your decision. We are going to leave you a card with a number on it that can get you in touch with people who can get you help if you need it. Please think about talking to them if you feel the need." Then he addressed us all. "We will write up a report and there may be a detective coming by in the morning. Until then, good luck to you all." Dad showed them out as Karen sat there in shock. She couldn't believe that her mother would do something like that to her. We talked for a while longer and she did start to calm down a bit. I think when Mom and Dad both came over and hugged her and told her that they were there for her helped more than anything. I know it did me. We were both young and not sure that other adults would believe us. Karen finally calmed down enough to realize the early morning hour was getting to her. My parents told me to go ahead and take her to my room earning a look of gratitude from both of us. We went in and stripped down and crawled into bed. Neither of us was in the mood to fool around so I spooned myself behind her and held her close until we both dropped off into an exhausted slumber. I woke up a few hours later. I was confused since someone was in my bed as I had been sleeping alone since my little brother had quit having nightmares of monsters that were outside his window. Yet even in my semi conscious state, I could tell that there was another body sharing my covers. A warm, soft, and naked body. From where my hand was resting, I could tell it was definitely a female body. This revelation caused the events from the night before to come rushing back into my mind. Before I got very far into my own thoughts, Karen gave a whimper in her sleep and held my hand tighter. I pulled her back against me tighter hoping to dispel the bad thoughts that were going through her head. She sighed and then settled against me into a deeper sleep. I decided that holding her was more important than going to relieve the pressure in my bladder. I drifted back off myself enjoying the warmth of the person against me. The next morning I opened my eyes to see Karen's face looking intently at mine. "Morning sweetheart. Glad you are awake." "Good morning to you too. How long have you been up?" "Not too long. I had woke up dreaming about having some glorious sex. When I came to my senses, I found that your hard dick was between my legs and rubbing against my clit whenever I moved. It didn't take but just a few thrusts for me to get off. I hope you don't mind me doing that without you being awake." I gave her a kiss, ignoring the morning mouth that we both had. "I don't mind at all. Maybe I can wake up next time and help you along." She felt down to find my cock still rock hard. "Do you want me to take care of this for you. I didn't know you woke up like that." "Only when I have a beautiful woman in my bed. Actually, this one is because I have to hit the bathroom. If we get to do this more often, then I am afraid you might have to get used to it." "I guess I will have to get used to it then because I would love to wake up like this every morning." I kissed her again and we snuggled a bit more until I couldn't stand the pressure in my bladder any longer. I slipped on a robe and made a dash across the hall to relieve myself. I was almost finished when I noticed that Karen was standing there watching me in fascination. When I asked, she admitted that she had always wondered how a guy did that. I gave it a shake, which she thought was funny, then dropped my robe and turned on the water for a shower. As I got the temperature set, I noticed that she had taken off the t-shirt she had put on and was standing there, naked and very sexy. After taking a leak, my cock had started to go down. Now looking at her, it had started to grow once again. Karen looked down and grinned then took my hand and pulled me into the hot water. She quickly washed both of us, paying special attention to my cock. As soon as she had it hard, she turned her back to me and stuck her ass in my direction. I could see her swollen pussy lips inviting me to enter her. We both felt a sense of urgency. As I moved up behind her, she grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her inner lips until she got the head wet. Then she positioned it at her entrance shoved back impaling herself on my shaft. Needing no other invitation, I put my hands around her hips and started thrusting hard into her. She moved one hand from the wall of the shower down to her clit and started rubbing furiously. She needed to get off and I was determined to follow her with my own release. We both needed this to be a fuck not just making love. It was short-lived and almost violent as I pulled her hips back as I slammed into her wet tunnel over and over again. I felt my balls contract and my cock get harder. I slammed into her one last time and groaned as my semen shot deep inside her womb. She must have felt my contractions because she sped up the movements of her hand and followed me into orgasm. As we started coming down, we slid to the bottom of the tub still locked together. We lay there panting until I felt the water start to turn cold. This aroused me enough to pull out of Karen eliciting a groan of disappointment from her, and then a quick squeal as the cold water bounced off me and onto her. We hurried up, rinsed off, and got out. We rapidly dressed and then went down to the kitchen. Mom was cooking bacon and hash browns while Dad was sitting at the table with the paper in front of him. I got a cup of tea for Karen and coffee for myself. We looked embarrassed when Dad just looked over at us and chuckled saying something about hearing noises in the shower and it didn't sound like singing. Karen turned beet red but managed to smile back at him. By then, Mom had eggs cooked, and we sat down to eat. When we were about done, Karen thanked Mom for the wonderful meal. She said that her mother had always taken her to church so early that she never got to eat on Sundays. She then got up and cleared the table over Mom's objections. I helped her so we soon had the dishes in the washer and everything else put away. Karen served coffee for everyone else and made herself another cup of tea. Then, we got down to discussing what to do about Karen's situation. Karen knew that she would have to face her parents today as soon as her father returned home. But she insisted that I go along with her. She didn't think she could do it alone. She kept an eye out for her dad's car to come in and once it showed up, she grabbed her jacket and got ready to go. As we were heading to the door, Mom and Dad stopped us. Dad spoke up first. "Karen, I want you to know that you are welcome here any time you feel the need. We will be here for you. Besides, it does this old man good to have two beautiful women around." Then he signed to her that he and Mom both loved her. Karen went over to him and gave him a long hug and then a kiss on the cheek. He looked a little embarrassed but you could tell he appreciated it. She gave Mom a hug as well and told her thank you for all she had done for her. Then, we headed out the door and toward her house. We walked in the front door to find her parents already shouting at each other. Her mom spotted her and turned her wrath toward Karen immediately. "Well it's about time you showed up here, you slut." Karen's father told her to shut her fucking mouth for once. Then he turned to Karen. "Honey, come in and tell me just what happened." "Well Daddy, I had been over to Dave's last night. We were just talking and playing on the computer. When I came home, mother shoved an empty package of birth control pills in my face and started calling me all sorts of nasty names. When she accused Dave of taking advantage of me because I was retarded, I told her that I was NOT retarded, just deaf and was smart enough to know that Dave loved me. I also told her the pills were my idea, and that I had seduced Dave for my first time. Then I told her that if she had a good fuck that she might understand. That is when she slapped me. Her preacher then came over and said he was going to save me from the evil that had taken me over. I started to leave and one of the preacher's helpers grabbed me and pulled my arms back behind me. I kicked him and ran out of the house and over to the Dawson's. They helped me even when the cops showed up." George then turned to his wife. "You called the police on our daughter?" "Well, she did run away. Besides, they were no help. They should have made her come back to take her punishment." I spoke up then. "I believe it is you who should be glad they didn't do anything. Karen declined when the police asked if she wished them to arrest you for domestic battery. They have pictures of the handprint on her face and even you can see the bruises that your preacher's goon put on her arms." Mrs. Peterson started going off again. George told her she was damn lucky that she didn't spend the night in jail and just to shut up before he pressed charges for abusing their daughter. This caused her to quiet down. "Karen, I don't know how to handle this yet. Your mother is in such a state that I am afraid that we will not accomplish anything for a while. I think it is going to take some time for us to work it out." Then he turned to me. "Would your parents mind if she stayed with your family until we can get things settled? I don't want to place a burden on them or on your relationship." "Sir, believe me. There is no problem with Karen staying. I know that you have been gone quite often, but my parents think the world of Karen. If you wish, I can call them and you can find out for yourself." I dialed our number and when Dad answered, I told him that George wanted to talk to him. Then handing the receiver over, I took Karen's hand and led her to the stairs. I knew she would need some clothes and other things even if it were just for a few days. She had finished packing some clothes and other necessities into a couple of gym bags when her father appeared at the door. "I talked to Roger and he confirmed that they would be more than happy to have you stay with them for as long as need be. I hope it won't be too long, but this situation has gone on too long. Karen, this is my fault. If I had been here more, things might not have gotten so out of control." Karen came around then bed and hugged her dad fiercely. "Daddy, it isn't your fault. I love you and I know you are doing your best to provide for Mom and me. I always could come and talk to you. Please say we can talk about this real soon?" "Of course, babygirl. Just give me some time to see if we can get your mother straightened out, and then we will get to talk. Now, you two get going before she finds another reason to blow up. I love you, Karen." She gave him another hug and then we hurried out the front door. Karen's mother started toward us but George intercepted her so we could get away. Back home, we took Karen's things into my room. There was never any thought of her moving into the guest room. We just put the bags on the floor and Karen sat down on the bed and started crying again. There was nothing to do but hold her until she calmed down a bit. I got her to stretch out on the bed and I rubbed her back until she fell asleep. As she started to snore gently, I eased off the bed and went downstairs. I was finding I needed someone to talk to. Dad was in the den watching pre season baseball. I sat down in the chair opposite him. He turned the sound down and looked over at me. "How is Karen doing?" "As Okay as you could expect, I guess. I know this is really upsetting her and some of the things her mother said about her really hurt. I just don't know what to do to help her." "Son, I am no expert. But let me ask you a couple of things. How do you feel about her?" "I love her. You know that." "That's not exactly what I meant. How do you feel when she isn't with you? And how does that differ from when you are together?" "I don't know if I can explain it. When we are apart, I feel like something is missing. You know like some part of me isn't there. I think about her all the time. And it's funny that I don't think just about sex. I think about her smile, or how she laughs at something that was silly. When we are together, it is almost like she makes me whole, complete. I am more at ease with her than I have ever been with anyone else." "Well son, that is exactly how I still feel about your mother even after all the years we have been together. If you continue like that and she feels the same way, I would say you two have a long future together. Now, there isn't really anything you could possibly do to take this pain away for her. But she doesn't have to go it alone. You can be there for her to lean on, to talk to. But mostly, let her know that you love her and nothing will change that." I thought about what he said. It made a whole lot of sense to me. I think I knew what he was saying already, but it helps to hear someone else say it. I got up and went back upstairs to check on Karen. She was still lying quietly, so I stretched out beside her and pulled her into my arms. I was soon asleep as well. I woke up a few hours later. Karen was not in the room with me... I waited for a few minutes until I figured she had not just gone to the bathroom or something. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was getting late. I went down toward the kitchen to find Karen and my mom working on dinner and talking. Figuring flight was the better part of valor, I went back into my room to work on the history thesis I had due next Friday. I was soon called down for dinner and then we all went in and watched some TV. About ten or so, Karen asked if I was about ready for bed. Trying to ignore the knowing looks from my parents, we excused ourselves and went to my (our) room. I went in and took a quick shower while Karen put the rest of her things away. Then she changed places with me and I crawled in between the sheets leaving only the bedside lamp on. She crawled into bed naked and moved over next to me. Instead of making out, we started to talk about what was going on. I told her about the conversation I had with Dad earlier and she giggled, saying that she had almost the same talk with my mother. And with the same results. I felt so comfortable with her that there was no reason to rush for anything more than just holding each other and being together. After a while, we both started feeling horny and began to make out. It ended an hour or so later with me on my back and Karen astride me, slamming her pelvis down hard onto my shaft until she came with a violent shudder. As she collapsed against me, I continued the pace for a few more strokes until I felt myself explode deep inside her. I had just enough strength to pull the covers over us and we both fell asleep that way. The next day, I took Karen to her school before I went to my own. In the afternoon, she would wait at the entrance until I came to get her. Her mother showed up and tried to force her into the car, but Karen screamed and fought until her mother finally left. It was the weekend before Mr. Peterson came over to talk to Karen. When he came to the door, he looked like he hadn't slept for quite a while. When Dad answered the door, he asked if he could speak to Karen alone. Dad told him sure and came to the den where we were sitting. Karen jumped up when she saw him and ran to give him a hug. They were still in that position when Dad caught my eye and motioned me to follow him out to give them some privacy. Dad and I went out on the back porch and he handed me a beer from the fridge and we sat back to lose ourselves in our own thoughts. It was probably an hour or so before Mom came out and told me that George had asked if we would please join him and Karen. We all came into the den at their request. Karen's eyes were very red from crying and she was still having a catch in her breath. George did not look much better. I sat next to Karen, and Mom and Dad took the other end of the couch. George remained standing and paced back and forth as he started speaking. "I asked for you folks to be in here, especially Dave, to thank you for taking care of Karen this past week. She was much better off here than with us. After many hours of trying to talk our problems out, we have decided to go our separate ways. I want Karen to know that it is NOT her fault in any way. She was just unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire. Her mother took her frustrations and inadequacies out on her. Her problems are hers and not any fault of yours, Karen." When she heard this, Karen started weeping again. I put my arms around her and held her close while she cried quietly into my chest. George gave her a few minutes, and then he continued. "I have a huge favor to ask you all. Marge is moving out of the state. With my job as a government contractor, I was informed that I will be reassigned for at least a year, and I can't take Karen with me. If Karen is willing, could she stay with you? I know it is a lot to ask, but I really have nowhere else to turn. We have become friends during the time we have lived here and considering the way these two have bonded, I think she would be happier here than she would be with my brother in Alaska." Dad stood up and clasped George on the shoulder. "We would love to have Karen here with us if she wants to. There is a spare room if she wants it, but I really don't think she will be using it much." "I will set up an account for her use as well as covering any education or other expenses. I will also send something to help on her share of the food and other things." Now Mom jumped in. "No need for that. Karen already helps around here all the time anyway. Besides, she doesn't eat half what the other two do. Matter of fact, it is almost time to start dinner. Please join us." "Thanks, I would like that." Then George knelt down next to Karen. "Sweetheart, the Dawsons have asked if you want to stay with them while I am gone. It is up to you, though." Karen looked from her father to both of my parents. "You really want me to stay? Even knowing how Dave and I feel about each other?" Mom settled any doubts. "I always wanted a daughter, now I get one. And your dad is welcome to stay with us any time he wishes. Now let's go and start dinner so the men can get all the boring details taken care of." Karen broke into a big grin and got up from my lap and gave Mom a big hug. They went out of the room and there were soon sounds of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. My dad and George figured out the details that needed to be taken care of. Power of attorney, custody documents, and all the other legal things that had to be done. I listened for a while, but then made my way out to the back deck. I was thinking of this turn of events. I guess I was mature for my age like all my teachers said or maybe I was so in love with Karen. Whichever, I was thinking of how great it would be to have my girl living with us, but it came at such a cost for her that I was worried about her more than the good part. I had felt her pain today as much as if it was my own. What I wanted more than anything was for her to be happy. I heard the sound of the patio door open, but I was so deep in thought that I barely noticed. I felt an arm come around my shoulders and a soft cheek press against my own. Karen moved around to face me. "What are you thinking about?" "Honey, I was thinking about how wonderful it will be to have you here with me all the time, but I want what is best for you. It is an awful way for it to happen and I worry about you." She gave a deep sigh. "You're right. It is an awful way for things to happen. But you don't have to worry about me. As long as I have you with me, I will be able to handle anything that comes along. Daddy and I had a good talk. He knows what you mean to me, and how much you have done to help me to become who I am." Then she took both of my hands in hers. "I am going to tell you something that I told him. I may be deaf, but I know what the sound of love is. I can feel it in your heartbeat when I lay my head on your chest. I can feel it when you hold me in your arms. I always feel so safe with you. And I feel it in your family. So I don't have to 'hear' just with my ears. I hear with my heart and it tells me that everything will be alright." I kissed this wonderful woman. We continued to sit out there until we were called in to eat. After dinner, George went back to their house. Karen was going to go over the next day and pack up her things and then we would move them over. George would be doing the same thing and would be leaving in three days for his assignment. Karen decided to go with him so they could spend as much time together as possible. I told her that it was important that he not feel like he was abandoning her and she needed to be with him as much as possible. In the end, Karen and I both took off from school to take him to the airport. The goodbye was long and tearful, and full of promises that they would see each other soon as they could. We drove back our house and Karen never again set foot in their old house. And she never heard from her mother again either. ------- Chapter 4 Things did take time to adjust. Karen and I became more familiar with each other. We found that since we were together all the time, we didn't have to rush sex. We spent many nights together just cuddling. Though our sex life didn't suffer. She was a tigress in bed, always wanting to try new positions or different ways of doing things. Many nights we would bring each other to fantastic climaxes before dropping off to sleep. Prom was a fantastic experience for Karen. Mom took her shopping for the dress, they hit the beauty shop, and all the other things that seem to go along with the ritual that the male of the species is not knowledgeable in. But on that night, it was worth every bit of it. She came down the stairs and both Dad and I lost our breath. She had a dark blue satin dress that was strapless. Her ample breasts were more than enough to hold the top in place and created some impressive cleavage. Her long blonde hair was done up with curls that hung on each side of her face making a frame to her features. She was a vision that would last in my memory forever. Dad grabbed his camera and took what seemed like a hundred pictures. He was making sure he had some good shots to send to George in an email. Then, the limo showed up and we were on our way. Larry, Gary and I had all gone together to rent the limo for the prom. When Karen and I got in the limo, the other two couples were already there. Lisa and Allie were decked out as well and looked beautiful. All of the guys took turns telling the ladies how beautiful they looked which earned us some very appreciative looks. The prom was being held in the ballroom of one of the better hotels in town. Several of us had booked rooms together for after the prom to continue the party and to make sure we didn't have to try and get home afterwards. Earlier in the day, Larry had taken to the hotel a change of clothes for all of us to change into after the formal prom was over. Allie had to be home before dawn so Gary's car was already there, but Larry and Lisa would be spending the night in the room next to ours. We checked in and then enjoyed a splendid repast in the hotel's restaurant before going to the ballroom. The dance was just what you would want. We all sat at a table along with two other couples we knew. Gary asked Karen for a dance and after looking at me for approval, accepted which led me to take Allie out on the floor. After that, the ice was broken and we all took turns dancing with each other's dates. Melissa, one of the other girls at the table, and I were dancing when she asked about Karen. I explained that she went to another school. She thought she was really funny, cracking jokes about different things all evening. "You know that she is madly in love with you, Dave. When we went into the restroom earlier, she was gushing about how happy she has been with you. She also said something that got me to thinking. Are you guys living together?" Melissa had been a friend, but not a real close one ever since fifth grade when she was one of the first black kids in the school. I had taken up for her then and we had gotten along well since. I knew that she was nosey, but had a good heart. "Yes, her father is out of the country and he asked if she could stay with us. Any other details are for Karen to tell. But I love her as much as she loves me. It works well for us." By then, the song was almost over. As we were walking back, Melissa squeezed my arm. "She is a nice girl, and she is getting a very special guy whether she knows it or not." The last dance of the night was called and I took Karen to the floor. It was a nice slow song and she molded herself to me as we moved to the music. As we moved, she reached up and pulled my head down to her for a long passionate kiss. When the kiss ended, she put her head on my shoulder and her hand in the middle of my chest. "The sound of love, it's right here." Then she hugged me even tighter as we finished the dance. We hurried to our room so we could change before anyone else came up. I helped her with the dress, taking the time to get a few feels of soft skin in the process. She slipped on jeans and a t-shirt, foregoing the bra that was in the bag. The shirt was tight fitting and her nipples were showing plainly through the material. Then we left the bathroom to join the parties that were happening all over the eighth floor of the hotel. It was late when we finally closed the door and locked it. We had both had a little bit to drink, but were nowhere near drunk. However, it was enough to lower any inhibitions that Karen had. As I turned from the door, Karen was already stripping off her jeans and panties. She knelt on the easy chair that was in the room spreading her knees as far as she could. Her luscious ass was facing me forming a perfect frame for her wet pussy. She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. "Dave, I want you to drop your pants and shove your cock into me this way. I want to be fucked and fucked hard." I moved behind her, unbuttoning my pants on the way. My hard cock was in line with her wet slit and I rubbed the head along it just enough to get lubricated before I slid into her in one thrust. She groaned as I slid in to the hilt, but didn't wait before she started to slide herself along my shaft. I picked up her rhythm and was soon slamming into her hard enough to make her ass shudder with each stroke. I reached under her and pawed her breasts, squeezing the flesh and pulling on her nipples. Her grip on the chair back tightened as she started to move erratically as her orgasm hit her hard. Normally, she didn't get very vocal during her climax, but this time she almost howled as her pussy tightened around me. The liquor must have lessened my need to cum a bit and I rode through her first orgasm and as soon as she started to come back down, I started thrusting into her again. She didn't come down very far before she started to climb again towards another one. Looking down, I was fascinated at the look of her buttocks bouncing as I would push my pelvis hard into hers. I suddenly remembered something that I had done before and decided to try again. Reaching below us, I coated my thumb with her juices. Then I added some saliva and started to rub her back door. It had brought a favorable reaction when I had rubbed her before and I thought to do it again. As soon as I touched her there, she went over again. Her anus was clenching and with just the slightest pressure, the tip of my thumb slipped inside. This really sent her off and this time I went with her. I thrust one more time and fired my load against her womb. Our orgasms ended and we slid apart, with me landing on the floor and Karen slumped down into the chair. When I opened my eyes, I was looking straight into her open pussy, our combined juices draining out of her and onto the upholstery of the chair. I struggled to sit up enough to touch her and rubbed her back and ass until she started to recover. She crawled out of the chair and joined me on the carpet. We held each other for a while recovering. Finally, we got ourselves together and headed to the bathroom for a mutual shower. The shower revived us and when we got into the bed, we made love one more time before we went to sleep. The next morning, we got up and dressed and went down to have the free breakfast the hotel provided. We met Larry and Lisa going in, and they looked more tired out than we did. Each couple looked at the other and started laughing. Lisa, in her usual blunt way, looked at Karen and asked, "Is your pussy as sore as mine?" Karen cracked up laughing and replied that probably she was. They started to discuss what had happened last night, sitting close together and giggling. Larry and I just rolled our eyes and headed to the buffet. Later, Dad came by to pick us all up. We dropped off the other couple and then went home ourselves. Karen and I did get things ready for school and then I went out on the patio to soak up some sun while Karen went down to help Mom with dinner. My graduation was first and Karen was sitting in the audience for the ceremony. The awards and scholarships were announced and my name was called for a full scholarship to the local campus. I was not valedictorian, but had graduated in the top five percent of my class. All in all, I was proud of my accomplishments and more than a little relieved to be out of the high school world. As soon as the ceremony ended, Karen came bounding up and gave me a huge hug and kiss, earning a laugh from my parents. Then it was the obligatory pictures with classmates and family, then the handshakes and a few tears as we all said goodbye to other classmates. Then, Karen and I took off to make appearances at a few of the graduation parties. We had planned to have a party of our own following Karen's graduation the next week. Karen's ceremony was interesting. We had switched places with her sitting with classmates and the family behind. The valedictorian of her class gave her speech using sign language with one of the faculty speaking the words she signed. Then each graduate was called up with both spoken word and sign to get their diploma. One surprise was that Karen had received a scholarship to the same campus I was going to. She hadn't said one thing about applying for it. When I asked why she had not told me earlier, she said she had not known if she would get it or not so she didn't want to say anything. I threatened her with a spanking, but she came back with, "That might be fun. You promise?" I did give her a playful swat on the ass for that one. She just giggled and grabbed my hand to introduce me to some of her favorite teachers. She also invited several of her classmates to the party at our house the next day. Dad was sure to get more pictures for George. He might not be here for his daughter's graduation, but Dad wanted to make sure he was as close as he could get. He had used our digital video camera and recorded the ceremony so he could send it on a CD. Karen emailed him every evening and we would have an Internet chat once a week or so. At least he could keep up with her life and she could do the same. The party the next day was an interesting time. Most of the guests were from my school but several of Karen's showed up as well. Conversations were conducted in both speech and sign and sometimes both at the same time. Karen and I translated between the two different segments of the party, but all went well and we even saw some new friendships develop. Dad was manning the grill and the dogs and burgers disappeared along with macaroni salad and cake for dessert. The pool was in full use all day. There was a short game of water polo, but even that dissolved into a game of grab-ass. The party finally broke up when the sun went down and it started to get cool outside. Even at the end of May, the nights are cool around here. After everything was cleaned up, Dad and Mom asked us both to come into the den. After we sat down, they handed each of us a box. Inside was a new laptop with all the programs that we would need for our courses. We both thanked them profusely, and Karen gave them both a hug and a kiss on the cheek while I settled for a hug to each of them. Then I asked my dad to get my present for Karen. He had been in on this one and had helped me to find just what I wanted. I had talked to Karen's dad as well and he was in agreement that it would probably be the best thing I could give her. Dad handed me the hinged box, and I moved down from the couch to kneel in front of Karen. "Karen, we have been through a lot together. I have found that you are a part of my life that I cannot do without. What I am trying to say is... Karen Peterson, will you be my wife?" She had been looking at the computer so she had not seen Dad hand me the box. She had been watching me as I said my piece, but when she saw the last sentence, she had a stunned look on her face. She didn't move for a several seconds. Then she realized that I was waiting for an answer. "Oh God, YES! Dave, I love you." She held out her shaking hand as I pulled the ring out of the box and put it on her finger. I had guessed right about the fit and she was gazing at it through her tears. Then she wrapped her arms around me and cried. "You know that now I have to help plan a wedding, on top of all the other things I have to manage." Mom was holding her arm up to her forehead in a dramatic pose. Karen looked stricken "We don't have to have a big wedding or anything, I don't want to cause problems." Dad looked over at her. "Karen, Sylvia is just teasing you. She loves this kind of thing." Mom just stood there laughing. "He's right. It won't be any problem at all. And you are NEVER a problem." The evening ended with all of us talking about the future. We did decide to wait until we had at least a year of college behind us before we actually got married. We would be eligible for couples housing then. For the summer, I would work part time at the water park and two days a week, I would be doing research for the law firm where Dad is a partner. Karen had been offered a job at a local center to help with counseling of deaf people. That night, Karen was explosive in bed. She sucked me off while I ate her to three orgasms. Then she had me mount her with her legs pulled almost up to her tits. While she was headed toward her fifth orgasm of the night, she asked me to play with her ass like I did before. Her juices had run down so lube wasn't a problem and I took my index finger and started to rub all around her back opening. She loosened up a bit from my play and I slid my finger in to the first knuckle. This sent her over the edge, taking me with her. I couldn't believe how tight her pussy got around my cock. I thought I would not be able to shoot into her she had such a grip on me. Then her pussy started to flutter and I was able to release a flood of my semen against her cervix. It took a few seconds in my own haze to realize that she had passed out. I pulled out of her and felt her breathing. Then she groaned and opened her eyes. She gave me a tired smile just before she kissed me. She was so tired that I grabbed the t-shirt I had been wearing and put it between her legs. Then we both passed out for the night holding each other. The summer was going well for us. We were both working hard, but enjoyed our jobs. Karen was a hit at the counseling center. Being deaf herself, she had an advantage in understanding the unique problems that many of the clients faced. The center's director had noticed her dedication and offered her a part time position during the school year. It would only be on Saturday, but would give her some extra money as well as securing her a position for the next summer. I eventually had to quit the water park. Dad's law firm secured some major cases and the research needed was overwhelming. When the senior partner offered to increase my pay by half again if I would come over full time during the summer, it was too good to refuse. It was tedious work looking through mountains of internal correspondence of the corporation being sued, looking for anything that could be used in the case. This was a position of trust and giving it to a teen just out of high school was a risk. And I was determined to not break that trust. Toward the end of the summer, as the case was about to go to trial, I was told that I would be asked to present what I had uncovered to the staff. The night before I was frantically trying to put together what I had found into some kind of order to make a good impression. Dad walked in to drive me home and stood in the doorway watching me for a few minutes as I shuffled papers into the order of what I thought would be their importance. I heard him chuckle and I looked up to see him grinning. "Your first presentation, I take it?" "Yes sir. I know this case is important and I want to get it right, but I don't know how to get all this organized to make it easier for the staff." "Tell you what. I have a good idea of how the case will be presented, so I can give you a hand. Let me call your mom and tell we will be late tonight. It happens to me every now and then. We will finish this up and then we will get something to eat at the pub." It was fascinating to work with my dad like this. His mind was like a machine when he was working. I had never realized just how smart and analytical my father was until I saw him in action. I had things in the wrong order mainly because I didn't really understand how the procedures would go and what would be relevant and what wouldn't. I was truly stunned. By the same token, Dad told me how impressed he was with what I had been able to ferret out of the mess the opposition had sent over. Several items that had been secreted away in old memos turned out to be very damaging to their case. A couple of hours later, we were done and we headed to the pub for a quick dinner before we headed home. While in bed that night, Karen told me that when Dad called she asked Mom why she wasn't upset about it since she had dinner almost done. Mom just told her that sometimes, when things were under a crunch, it was to be expected. Why worry about something that she couldn't do anything about. Karen understood, but made me promise to let her know as soon as possible when I would be late. I grinned and promised which earned me a kiss. The next morning, I woke up earlier than normal from being nervous about the day. I had jumped in the shower and had washed my hair when I felt hands around my waist. I turned my back to the water so I could get the shampoo rinsed out when I felt Karen's warm lips encircle the head of my cock. She worked quickly, deep-throating me until I finally came in her mouth. She swallowed my load and stood putting her arms around my neck. "I knew you were nervous, and I figured a blow job would help take the edge off." "Take the edge off? Hell, you were so good that I might not be able to stand long enough to make my presentation." As I kissed her, I told her it was worth it. I finished my shower and got out my suit and tie. Then I grabbed some breakfast and we were off. Actually, my part of the presentation went rather easily. What I had found was going to be quite useful, and the praise I received was more than I expected. With a sense of accomplishment and the boss's invitation to take the rest of the day off, I took Dad's car and headed home to change. My plan for the afternoon was to take my favorite girl to lunch at an intimate little restaurant, and then maybe let her decide what to do from there. I pulled in at the center and went in to find Karen. The secretary escorted me to a room toward the far end of a corridor. I peeked inside and saw Karen sitting on a carpet surrounded by several children who were intently watching as she signed to them. She seemed to be telling them how to handle different situations that would come up when they were out more in the hearing world. As I watched, you could see the care that she had for each of the children. She watched intently as each would sign, and would gently correct their mistakes, or give them plenty of praise when they got the answer correct. One of the kids spotted me at the door and pointed out my presence to Karen. She turned to see me and gave me a big smile and a wave to come in. I stepped into the room and the kids all stared at me. Karen got their attention and signed to them "This man is my fiancé', Mr. Dawson" Hello and I am pleased to meet you. I signed to the group. They all smiled and signed back greetings. Then Karen finished the class and let them know that they could wait in the play area until their parents picked them up. I stood back to let them file past me, with Karen bringing up the stragglers in front of her. As she passed, she gave me a quick peck on the lips, earning us giggles from the kids who saw us. When she got them safely to the play area, she asked what I was doing there. "I have the afternoon off and I was wondering if you thought you could get away for a bit of lunch at Antonio's." She dragged me into her boss's office and introduced me, then asked if she could take some time to go to lunch with me. Her boss gave us both a smile and told her to take the rest of the day since they didn't have anything scheduled for the afternoon anyway. We both thanked her and took off toward the parking lot hand in hand. Antonio's was almost at the end of their lunch rush when we arrived and they had no trouble seating us. We looked through the menu and I decided to have Chicken al Parma, and Karen just wanted the soup and bread. As soon as we ordered, we looked around and found that there were now only three tables occupied. The staff was busy getting caught up from the lunch rush and preparing for the dinner crowd, but the service and the food was excellent in spite of it... We finished and left thanking our server and leaving a good tip. I asked what Karen what she wanted to do. Since we had some unexpected free time, she wanted to just wander through the artist's area of downtown and maybe do some window-shopping. So we walked all over the downtown area, hand in hand, looking at all the wares that were on display. I did stop at a vendor that was hawking flowers on the street corner and purchased a red rose for Karen. That got me a smile and a kiss that had my toes tingling. It was soon time to head back to the firm to pick up Dad and go home for the evening. We had to wait a little while for him so we sat in the reception area. Several of the junior partners, who were on the case I had been researching were leaving for the evening, stopped and thanked me for my help. Karen was almost a permanent shade of red from all the compliments and the long looks from all the people that were leaving for the night. Dad finally came out and saved her from further embarrassment. Dad took back his keys and drove us home to a delicious dinner. Three weeks before we were due to start college, Karen's father got to come home for a week. There was a tearful reunion between them and she took the week off from work to spend the days with him. They would do things together, but mainly just spend time being father and daughter. George would eat dinner with us every night and got to sample his daughter's culinary prowess. The evenings would be spent watching television, or just talking about his adventures in the Far East and Africa. He was very proud of his daughter and she of him. And I was glad to see her as happy as she was. George did ask if she had heard from her mother since she had left. Karen's voice became very cold and flat as she told of a visit that we had received from the pastor of her church. He had come to offer Karen one last chance to be saved and when he was refused, he declared that Marge would never again attempt to contact Karen since she was unrepentant and chose to remain a sinner. George told us that he had the same type of communication except that there was no attempt to save him. There had been an attempt to get spousal support but since she had been the one to abandon them after abusing Karen, she didn't get anything. Emotions were much brighter when he told Karen that he was due to be transferred back within a year so he would be available to walk her down the aisle. He had approved of the engagement and was shocked that we had waited as long as we did. "I saw something in Karen the first time she met you, Dave. And after seeing you with her, I noticed the same thing in your eyes as well. It was a deep and abiding love and respect for each other. I am envious of you two since I have never felt that." Karen looked at her father. "You are still young enough to find a woman to love you, Daddy. When you get back, you should start looking. You deserve it after putting up with Mother for as long as you did. And I know you did it for me." "Sweetheart, I did love your mother. When we first met, we were both just out of high school. And though she would deny it, she was pretty wild. Her family was very strict, and she was rebelling. She was a rock groupie sleeping with just about any man, or woman, who could play an instrument. Actually, that was how we met. I played bass for a local band back in Milwaukee. She was partying with the band and was totally trashed, her clothes were half off and she was trying to get the drummer to fuck her. I felt sorry for her and kept the guys off her and got her sobered up. She stayed around and eventually got herself together. We lived together for a year then got married. You were conceived a month or so after that. After you were born, your mom started to go back to the church that her parents had gone to. That was when the trouble started. She got me to quit the band, and take a 'respectable' job. I did go back to college part time, graduated and then got a job with the company. I started to climb in the company, but your mother and I were drifting further apart. When she had found out that you were deaf, she took it as a punishment from God for what she did in her youth. That is why she treated you the way she did. My only regret was that I never stepped in before I did. It might have made your life easier." "Daddy, I'm glad that you did defend me when you did. That was when it really counted. I understand Mother a little better now; even if I can't forget the way she treated me. Let's just go on from here and not consider the past." Karen related all this to me later that night after her father had left for the hotel. He was going to use the guest room for the last few days before he had to go back and this was the last night that he was going to use the hotel room. We talked late into the night about what she had learned as she sorted out her emotions. She was coming to grips with what had been a confusing childhood. The day before George was due to leave was an emotional one for them both. They spent most of the day together, neither one wanting the time to end. Dinner was a quiet affair and not much was said the rest of the evening in keeping with the solemn mood. The next day, I went with Karen to the airport to see her dad off. When his flight was called, he shook my hand and told me to take care of his baby girl. I assured him I would do my best, and then father and daughter embraced. There were tears streaming down Karen's lovely cheeks as we watched the plane back out and head to the runway. Karen insisted on watching the takeoff as well before we could leave. She was quiet for the next day or so but I respected her mood and made sure I was there to comfort her when she needed it. School was starting for both of us. I was starting to work on my law degree with an eye on specializing in family law. Karen was majoring in psychology looking to become a psychologist working with young people. We were both carrying more credit hours than were normal for a freshman, but since we were already a couple; we did not waste time on the dating and club scene. One thing that became clear early on was that we needed to find a place of our own. Now that Mike was in his teen years, combined with four adults with different schedules all in the same house, we were getting in each other's way. I talked to Dad and he agreed to pay half on an apartment and utilities, but we would be on our own for any extras. When Karen emailed her dad with the news, he offered to pay for the other half. With the savings that we had from our summer jobs and the part time work we both took on, we would be able to make it just fine. The next problem was to find a place that would work for us. I was walking around the campus area a few days later when I spotted a 'For Rent" sign in a window above a garage. I went up to the door, and an elderly woman answered the door. She agreed to let me see the apartment which was really a loft above their double car garage but only after she had quizzed me on just who I was and who would be living there with me. Deciding that I did not seem like a party animal type, she had me follow her up the outside staircase and into the loft. Inside was not large but well laid out. A small kitchen that connected to a small dining area and living area. The bathroom was next to the kitchen and the bedroom was off to the side of the living area. It looked to me to be just the thing for us. I asked if she would let me bring my fiancé' over to take a look. She agreed and I left to try and catch Karen as she left her class. I gave her the rundown on what I had found and she was excited to see it as well. I called Dad and he agreed to take the time to come and see the place. We met him in front of the house. I knocked on the door and Mrs. Abernathy met the Karen and Dad. She handed me the key saying that she was too old to be going up those stairs more than once a day. After we looked the place over, we could come to the back door and we could talk in her kitchen if we still wanted the place. Karen fell in love with the place. She immediately looked over everything commenting how she could put some curtains and pictures up and make it into a perfect nest for us. Dad looked around with a critical eye, but gave his approval, depending on the cost. I was fearful of what the rent would be. Normally, the cost for a loft around the campus, even one this size, would be high. Karen knocked on the back door and Mrs. Abernathy led us into her tidy kitchen. Her husband was sitting at the table already. He looked to be in his mid-seventies, but had worked hard all his life. His leathery skin was stretched over a thin frame. He had silvery hair and bushy eyebrows, which rested over a pair of light brown eyes that missed very little. His missus was a perfect match to him. She was a little hefty and wore the years she had with grace. Her gray hair was pulled up into a bun and she had a happy demeanor about her. She was bustling around the kitchen serving tea to us and then some homemade sugar cookies. Once everybody was served, she sat next to her husband. They both started with small talk about who we were and what we wanted to do with our lives. When they found out Karen was deaf, they were very interested in how she got along in college. They heard our majors and the courses we were taking. Seeming to be satisfied with the answers they heard, Mr. Abernathy finally spoke up. "We retired here after our son was in college. We actually built the loft for him. Now we just rent it out to have someone around in case we need help with something. We don't want just anyone in there, but you two seem to have your heads on straight. The loft is yours if you want it." I spoke up. "We would love to have it sir, but I am not sure we could afford it." The old man just chuckled. "Young man, we don't rent that out for the money. We really don't need it. When I sold the farm, we made enough to last us the rest of our lives and then some. We just want to help young folks who need it. We remember starting out ourselves." The deal was struck for payment that was less than half what we would have paid anywhere else. With that news, Dad wrote a check for the first three months rent. Utilities were included. He said he would talk to George and they might just give us what was saved for incidentals that we needed. The deal was sealed with a handshake and we had the keys to our very first home. It wasn't huge, but it was ours. We headed home to start getting things ready to move. There was furniture in the loft that would be fine for our use. We needed kitchen utensils and linens along with our clothes and personal things. I called for a broadband cable connection to be turned on since the previous tenants had the cable already installed. This was one luxury that we felt was necessary since Karen could communicate with her dad and other friends via email and IM. We also had phone service turned on since Karen had a TTY system set up. Mom was all excited to see our new place and was busy getting extras of all the necessities that she could think of. She did insist on going to the department store to get us a set of good cookware. When Karen saw the cost of the set of professional pots and pans that Mom showed her, she tried to tell her we didn't need that nice of a set. Mom's logic was that it would be the only set we would ever need. She won her argument when she explained that the cookware that she was using at home was over 20 years old and still looked almost new. While they were there, she picked up a few 'extras' that amounted to completely outfitting us with silverware, dishes, glasses, towels, and sheets. The sheets were needed since she had also insisted that we store the bed that was in the loft "You never know who last used it and if they had anything" and we put in a queen sized bed. Dad and Larry good-naturedly grumbled about moving the mattress and box springs since we had to lift it up over the side of the stair railing, but we were mostly moved in after only a week. Everybody else had left and I put down the last box that I had emptied. I stood watching Karen as she was finishing the last details of putting a flower vase on the old round table. The three chairs were pushed in and she stood back to admire her work. I sneaked up and grabbed her around the waist, kissing her on the neck. She turned around and snaked her arms around my neck. "I can't believe that we have our own home! Just you and me together." "Well, I think we need to christen the place don't you?" I asked putting my hands on her waist. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, grinning back at me. In answer, I started kissing her passionately. We were soon on the floor, clothing strewn from the kitchen to the living area. I was buried deep inside her as she pushed me with her legs around my hips to move faster. I exploded inside her and that caused her to go over as well. As I hovered above her catching my breath, she reached up and pulled my head down for one last kiss. "Welcome home, sweetheart." With the privacy of our own place, Karen elected to remain naked as she finished dinner. We had our first meal in our new home, naked. It was exciting to watch Karen's body move without clothes as she went about the tasks at hand. Movements that are normally taken for granted suddenly took on new meaning. The way her buttocks clenched and her breasts would sway was fascinating. By the time she had dinner ready, I had a raging hard-on that refused to leave. Our first dessert was each other as we had a furious sixty-nine on the sofa. Unfortunately, the pressures of school overshadowed the excitement of our new place and we settled into a routine. We went to class and labs during the day and did homework in the evenings. We took turns cooking and the other would clean up. Any other chores were shared. And as it is with all couples, we had our tiffs. I complained about Karen using my razor and she did the same about me leaving the cap off the toothpaste. We never stayed angry and we each tried to drop the habit that annoyed the other. Then we would kiss and make up. And for the first time in her life, Karen was making friends. There were three girls in her Intro to Psychology that were also taking the same Research Methods class. They were soon close friends coming over to our place to study a couple times a week. When they showed up, I would move to the couch or the bedroom to do my own studying. Truth was, the girls could be a distraction. Dana was a tall, redhead with large breasts who wore shirts that allowed her cleavage to be ogled. She was the most outgoing of the group, and would often relate how her latest date had gone, or who her next conquest would be. Francine was just a little overweight, but carried herself well. She was self conscious of her weight, but she dressed to minimize showing it. She had a happy personality and would crack a joke over just about anything. Sumiko was of oriental descent with the beauty that came from her heritage. Just barely five feet tall, her delicate features and unassuming manner hid a wickedly sharp intellect. Her parents had emigrated from Kyoto and she had grown up in a household that was trying to adjust to the American customs while maintaining their own. I enjoyed listening to her take on American versus Japanese customs. The last was Ayelen. She was a member of the Lakota Nation. Her strong cheekbones and coppery skin was a sight to behold. She always had her hair pulled back and it hung down to her very tight and sexy ass. It looked like a shimmering black waterfall, just like Cher. I would picture her standing naked with that hair hanging over her shoulders covering her breasts. She was about Karen's height and weight and they made quite a contrast when they stood or sat together. One evening after they left, Karen asked about my absence when her friends came over. She was afraid that I was upset that she had made friends on her own. I reassured her that definitely was not the case, but it was just easier for me to concentrate on my own work without hearing theirs. It was too easy for me to be drawn into their conversations and neglect what I was doing. After that, I made the effort to be out and about the loft when they would show up and then throughout their stay. This led to them being more relaxed with me and we soon were discussing many different topics before we would all separate for out studies. It also became a habit to have dinner every Wednesday with the Abnerthanys. They enjoyed our company and we always made sure to take something different to add to the menu, usually some kind of dessert. We eventually took to calling them Grandma and Grandpa. Our own were gone and it was nice to have a chance to listen to their tales and learn things from them. They, in turn, stated that they enjoyed our enthusiasm for life and especially our love for each other. Our routine established itself around school and each other. We both found a security in having things at least in some form of organized chaos. We still found time for fun, double dating with one of the girls in her study group, or taking a break by just walking around in a freak snowstorm. Mostly, we found that our love was enough to keep things from being boring. Karen was always ready to make love and we utilized every idea she could come up with. I would sometimes pick her up some flowers or a stuffed toy and she would get weepy and then kiss me until the room would spin. Thanksgiving was coming up quickly and since Mom always had the dinner at her house, we saw no point in trying to change tradition. However, she extended an invitation to the Abnerthanys. I was surprised that it didn't take much to convince them. Grandma A explained it when she said that they had no family left around here and that they usually just went out for dinner. "It would be nice to be around people we like for a change instead of a bunch of strangers who have nowhere else to go either." Wednesday's classes were cancelled since most of the campus was already gone so Karen decided to make the homemade bread and rolls for the next day's feast. I came back from the library to find her with flour all over her face and clothes, and seven bowls of fully risen dough set all over the tiny kitchen and dining table. Holding my laughter as much as possible, I asked what was going on. She explained that she wanted to have enough so she did two double batches of dough. She didn't realize how much dough that would make. Now she was out of flour, she didn't have enough pans to bake them in and not enough oven space to bake them all. And it was all coming up at the same time. After she whacked me on the arm for laughing, she started to see the humor in it all. The laughter released her frustration and she pulled herself together. Karen started to work the first batches, molding them into balls of dough while I ran to the discount store and bought several pans and another bag of flour. On the way back up, I stopped and asked Grandma A if we could borrow her oven to get it all baked. She laughingly agreed and went to preheat her double ovens. I went up and helped Karen get the rolls shaped and into pans to rise again. The ones she had been working on when I had left were ready to go in so I took those to Grandma A to put in her ovens. We worked through it all and by the time we were done, Karen was exhausted. There were 10 dozen rolls all brown and ready sitting on every inch of flat space in the loft. I sent Karen to the shower and cleaned up before I followed her to bed. It was just before one in the morning when I shut off the lights. The next morning, we headed over to my parent's house the back seat and hatchback full of paper bags full of rolls. Mom stopped what she was doing and just stared as we made a couple of trips carrying in those bags. After she got the story, she suggested we freeze all but a couple dozen. She figured they would have enough rolls to last through Christmas as well. Grandma and Grandpa A showed up just before noon and we made them welcome. The men were shooed out of the kitchen area and we took refuge in the den to watch some football. Mom's timing was perfect this year and she announced dinner just as the first football game ended. Dad paid Mike the ten dollars when his team lost and we headed into the dining room. We had a wonderful meal. The food was delicious and the company was excellent. And by the time everyone put their forks down; we were all stuffed. Mike and I helped Karen to clean up. It didn't take long until all the leftovers were parceled out and the dishwasher was running. We joined the rest of the family in the living room for coffee. The women talked while we watched another game. Finally, we all felt we had enough room for dessert and that meant a piece of pumpkin pie that Grandma A had brought over. Then we started to get ready to leave. Mike came up and asked if it would be all right if he called the Abernathys Grandma and Grandpa as well. "Of course! We haven't seen our son in years and we have no grandkids, so we would love for you to call us that." Grandma told him as she wrapped him into a hug. Then she turned to my parents. "You have made us feel like family today. We both enjoyed ourselves more than we have in years on Thanksgiving. Thanks for having us." Mom told her it was our pleasure and they were welcome anytime. Then they took the leftovers that had been prepared and left for home. We followed soon afterwards, taking our share of the food. Getting into our own home, we both decided that the day had been a success and having our landlords over had been the best thing we could have done. I gave Karen a kiss and we headed for bed. ------- Chapter 5 The holiday season was approaching rapidly. Classes ended almost two weeks before Christmas and would not start up again until the fifth of January. We were both happy that finals were over with. Karen's grades were actually higher than mine by a quarter of a point. She held it over my head for a week or so and I had no problem with that at all. I had made a 3.6 so I was very happy with that. We did use the 'down' time to full advantage, sleeping in and making love on the mornings that neither of us had to work. Karen insisted that we get a tree for our loft. The weather had turned chilly and there was a skiff of snow on the morning that she wanted to go out, so we both bundled up and decided just to walk to the lot. We did not have much room for a big tree so it was fortunate that the tree that Karen considered 'perfect' was only about three feet tall. I paid the man at the lot and he promised to hold it for us since Karen had remembered we needed decorations and was pulling me toward the discount store up the block. We both had a blast picking out decorations. Each item was carefully considered since we did not have a lot to spend if we were going to buy presents for the family as well. In addition to the glass balls and tinsel, Karen had picked out an ornament that she insisted we get. It was brass, cut into the shape of a pair of doves 'kissing'... The vendor that had his booth set up to sell these was kind enough to put our names on one side and 'First Christmas' and the date on the other. I think that Karen's excitement and enthusiasm had an effect on him as well. He wished us many more together as he handed over the ornament. We grabbed the tree and were soon home and decorating it. We strung popcorn and cranberries and put other decorations around the apartment while we had hot chocolate. When we were done, the loft looked wonderful. Karen was satisfied and very proud of herself. We set back on the old couch and just watched the reflections of the lights in the ornaments. I wrapped my arms around my lover and she melted against me with a contented sigh. I had never felt so content myself. Once again, I though how much Karen had completed something in my life that I had not even realized was missing. I loved this woman so much, that it hurt sometimes. I couldn't imagine what I would be like without her. I hugged her tighter and kissed her forehead. She looked up at me. "What was that for?" "I was just thinking about how much I love you." "Oh. Well, I love you too you know." "I do know and I am thankful that I'm the one you love." She leaned into me again. "No one else but you, honey." Christmas Eve, we exchanged presents between us. We would be going to my folks for the day tomorrow, but this night was for us. She had bought me a sweater and jacket plus a few other items. I had found an old volume of poetry that Karen had read from the library, but was no longer in print. There were also some clothing and jewelry including Opal earrings. We cleaned up the paper and sat back to watch the tree and finish our tea before we went to bed. When we got into bed, Karen was very amorous. She practically attacked me before my back hit the mattress, licking my chest and stroking my balls. We kissed and made out for a little while. I got one of her breasts into my mouth and was enjoying the texture of her hard nipple against my tongue as I caressed her smooth ass. As my fingers moved closer to the separation between her cheeks, she moaned out loud. Knowing that she liked me to caress her back opening, my hand strayed that way. I was playing with her ass, rubbing just around her opening and teasing the center. Karen sat up and stopped me. I watched as she moved over to the nightstand. She crawled back over me holding a tube of lubricating gel. "I have one other present for you tonight. My ass. I want you to take my anal cherry. You can use this to lube me up and get me used to it." "Are you sure? I love your ass, but I don't want to hurt you." "Oh I'm sure. I have been thinking about it for a long time. I always love it when you play with my ass. And the lube will help." She turned around and started to lick my balls with her ass pointed toward me. Taking the hint that she really wanted to do this, I opened the lube and put a large dollop on my finger. I slid it between her cheeks lubing up all around her opening. Another squirt and I pushed against her pucker, pushing the lube up inside her. I did this a couple more times, pushing my finger deep into her ass. While I was doing this, she was squirming around. As soon as she loosened up a bit, I added a second finger, finger fucking her anus. She now had me hard as a rock. She moved off of me and grabbed the tube and smeared a liberal amount all over the head and shaft of my cock. Then, she put her head on a pillow, and presented her virgin ass to me. As I moved into position behind her, I had to marvel at the sight she presented. Her buttocks were high in the air and her back was arched offering herself to me. I caressed her ass a bit and then moved my cock up against her pucker. She moaned as I started to push into her. She was very tight and I was afraid that I was going to cause her pain. I pushed a little harder and felt her relax and my head slipped past her anal ring. She gasped and I quit moving. She noticed the lack of pressure and grunted out to let her get used to it. I rubbed her back and down to her breasts while she got used to the feeling of my cock stretching her. When she pushed back against me, I started to rock back and forth moving a little bit more into her with each thrust. With her helping by thrusting back against me, I soon was buried into her butt as deep as I could get. She felt my balls touch her pussy and she groaned. "I can't believe I took it all. Now Dave, start to fuck me and I want you to cum in my ass." I pulled about a third of the way out and started thrusting. She was matching my rhythm and I was soon giving her full strokes. She reached back with one hand and jammed three fingers into her pussy, rubbing her clit with her palm. She soon took off like a rocket, shuddering and gasping in her orgasm. When she tightened her anus around my cock, it was all I could take. I had been on the verge because of the soft tightness of her anal passage and this was all I could take. I shoved hard into her and shot my load deep in her bowels. She must have felt the spasms of my cock because it sent her over again. As she started coming down, she pulled her hand out of her pussy and her legs gave out. She dropped down to lay flat on the bed. I followed her down and lay on her back, my cock still trapped in her ass. My cock finally went down enough to slide out of her and I rolled off her. I could see her face now. She was flushed from the excitement and was still panting hard. She looked at me and grinned. "Damn, I did it. It felt so neat. I felt so stuffed and then when I put my fingers in my pussy, it sent me over the edge." "That was fantastic. I always wanted to do that, but didn't want to ask. Thank you. That was one hell of a present." "It was great, but now I've got to go to the bathroom. You are starting to try and leak out." She rolled off the bed and walked gingerly out of the door and into the bathroom. I waited until I heard the shower start, and then went in to join her washing her violated ass very carefully while not neglecting the rest of her. Then we dried off and went back to bed, this time to sleep. The alarm went off at eight-thirty. I shut it off and leaned over and gave Karen a kiss. "Merry Christmas, Sweetheart." She returned the kiss and wished me the same. I got up and started dressing, but I noticed that Karen was moving more gingerly. I asked if she was all right. "I'm a little sore back there. I didn't notice it last night, but I am a little bit tender. I want to do it again, but not for a while." We finally got ready and put the presents we had for our family into the car and headed to Dad and Mom's. They were just getting coffee when we arrived. Mom was in her robe and Mike was in his pajamas. As soon as everyone had his or her favorite beverage, we adjourned to the den where the presents were located. Dad had Christmas Carols on the stereo and I thought how I wished Karen and Mike could enjoy that part of the holiday. There was something about the music that gave you a feeling of closeness with loved ones. Their large tree was in the corner of the den and at its base was a pile of brightly wrapped gifts. Mike did the honors of passing them around and soon we were buried in wrapping and boxes as the gifts were opened and praised. Karen's father had sent several boxes of gifts from where he was stationed. We had sent a box to him earlier but had not thought about him returning the same thing since they had come to my parent's house. There were some jade figurines for Mom and Dad, a collection of Japanese cartoons for Mike who had delved into Anime this year. I received a silk robe and Karen, a Japanese kimono. She couldn't wait to get hold of Sumiko so she could show her how to wear it properly. There were the usual gifts among the other family members. Clothes and jewelry for the ladies and tools for the men. Books and DVDs and all sorts of useful items were exchanged. Our gift to Mom and Dad was well appreciated. It was a certificate for dinner and a show with a note that we would keep Mike at our place so they would have the whole weekend to themselves. They never took a night out alone, and this was a chance to get 'acquainted' again. During the day, friends and colleagues showed up at the house. We had always had an open house on Christmas after noon and during the evening. A couple of the partners in Dad's firm quizzed me on my classes and offered advice. Karen was a little nervous with all the new people, but she held up well. She spent a lot of time in the kitchen helping to keep the buffet full. She was also fascinated in watching the conversations that were going on. Most of the people didn't realize that she read lips, and would know what they were saying from across the room. I saw her blush a few times when she would 'hear' a juicy tidbit about some affair that was going on or when some of the men commented on 'that pretty young gal that was helping out' and realizing they were talking about her. Halfway through the afternoon, she grabbed my hand and asked me to help her get something from upstairs. I followed her up and she led me into my old room that was now a sewing room for Mom. "What did you want me to help with?" She lifted her skirt. "I need you to help with this. After seeing some of the conversations today I got so horny I'm about to burst!" I slid my hand inside her panties and she was soaked. I started to play around her clit as she pulled me into a tight embrace and locking her mouth to mine. It didn't take long before she was spasming in orgasm. As soon as she came down, she unzipped the front of my slacks and pulled my cock out. She latched onto the head with her mouth and went to work. I came in her mouth and she swallowed it, and then continued to suck me until I started to lose my erection. She tucked me back into my pants and then licked her lips. Then she wandered back downstairs, leaving me to try and absorb what had just happened. I decided that she would have to tell me what she had 'heard' that had gotten her so worked up. After a couple moments, I checked to make sure I was presentable and made my way downstairs. I didn't pay much attention to the rest of the day. I know that Grandma and Grandpa A came and stayed for a couple of hours, but other than the thanks for the gift, I couldn't tell you what was said. That spontaneous blowjob was on my mind the rest of the day. Later that night after making love, we were snuggling up together when Karen told me about what had made her so hot. "One of the wives of a senior partner in your dad's law firm was talking to another woman about having a threesome with the nanny that worked for them. The two women were lovers, and they surprised the husband by coming into the bedroom with both of them dressed in the same outfits. She got very detailed, but they ended up wearing her husband out and then doing each other until they were exhausted. I got to thinking about what she was talking about and I would get more excited. The more excited I got the more I thought about it. I couldn't stand it any longer and just had to find you." Thinking about what had turned Karen on so much combined with her warm body pressing against me, gave me another erection. Karen felt it against her tummy and reached down squeezing me gently. "I must have made you excited as well. Let's take care of that right now." She pulled me over on top of her and I slid into her soft, wet tunnel. She must have been turned on as well because she started moaning as soon as our pubic hair met. Since I had climaxed twice today already, I could go for a while before exploding again. I settled into a slow rhythm and moving my hips to try different angles. I was rubbing against every nerve ending in her vagina and Karen came three times before I shot off inside her. She was exhausted because she had never really come down before she would start the climb to another orgasm. It was almost like coming for 20 minutes straight. I pulled my shrinking cock out of her and gently gave her a kiss on each of her pussy lips before moving up to kiss the other set. She returned the kiss and lay back almost asleep already. I put a hand towel between her legs so it would catch our juices as they drained out of her and then turned off the light and fell into a dreamless sleep. We had a small party at our loft for New Year's. Dad supplied a couple of bottles of champagne and those arriving brought the liquor they preferred. Karen's study group was there along with Larry and Lisa. Francine and Dana had brought dates and were not staying too long. At the stroke of midnight, we all gave a toast and I got a great kiss. Then we all kicked back. Larry and Lisa were staying the night and Sumiko and Ayelen decided they would camp out on the floor as well. Since the old couch pulled out as a bed, we had room, but barely. After finding something for the girls to sleep in, we all relaxed in the living area. We all came to know one another better after that night. It started by Lisa calling for a truth or dare game but just skipping the dare part. Everyone was lubricated with enough booze to agree though we had to explain to Karen how the game worked. The truths were mild at first. 'Who was your first kiss?' and 'When did you first start thinking about sex?' were the style. Ayelen broke the ice by asking Karen if she preferred giving or receiving oral sex. "Receiving definitely, but that is because Dave is so good at it." That got a round of laughter from the girls and a red face from me. From there it got more interesting. We found out that Sumiko was still a virgin, that Ayelen was bi-sexual, Karen told of our first time, and Larry admitted that Lisa had been his first. I think Lisa had the shocker of all of us. She admitted to being abused by her uncle for three years from the time she was 12. Her mother had never believed that her brother would do such a thing until she found him holding her daughter down and shoving his cock into her mouth. He was tried and found guilty, but Lisa said that it was horrible. I did some math in my head. "Was that why you turned me down when I asked you to that junior high dance?" "Yeah, I was afraid you would find out my secret." "I'm glad it just wasn't me, but I wish you would have said something. Maybe I could have helped." "I know, Dave. You were always trying to right the wrongs of the world. I remember when you beat up Ricky Martin for trying to yank my panties down on the playground. But this was something that was too big for you to handle. I was just glad that you were a friend to me. Then, you introduced Larry and me and we have been together since." We looked over at Larry who had fallen over against the end of the couch. A loud snore came from him just then. That effectively ended the evening. Lisa slid him down until he was laying flat and covered him up. Karen and I headed to our bed and the other two made up their cots. One final kiss and we went to bed. I had to get up to drain my bladder an hour later. I stumbled into the bathroom and as I was finishing up, I thought I heard a low moan. I made my way back to our room and I looked over to where Ayelen and Sumiko were lying together in a tight embrace. They were talking by then and could have sworn that there were some kisses along the way. As quietly as possible, I made it back to our bed but I dreamed about those two lovely women. The next morning I woke up hung over. I found the acetaminophen and some orange juice, and then started a pot of coffee. Sumiko smelled the coffee and got up next. I handed her the bottle of pain reliever. She gave me a grateful smile and swallowed them on her way to the bathroom. She came back out and asked if we had any tea. I was doing a little better so I started the water and got out the loose tea. Once her tea was ready, we sat at the table talking quietly. "Did you get up last night?" She was looking down at her cup when she asked. "Yeah, it was me. That booze doesn't stay with me very long." "I was hoping it was Karen. She wouldn't have heard." "Heard what?" I could see her turning red. "Ayelen and I. We were just talking after everyone went to bed. Then she offered to show me what kissing felt like. And we just went from there. I guess I got a little loud. I am embarrassed now." "Sumiko, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You were curious and you found out that it was enjoyable. Nothing wrong with that." "But you must think badly of me now." I put my hand on her arm. "We don't think any different about you. You are still the same person that you were yesterday. A person who Karen adores and I care a lot about. What you do and who it is with is not our concern. As long as it is your decision." She smiled at me then and gave a quiet thank you. We didn't say anything else since the rest of the group was starting to stir. One by one, they hit the Tylenol and the bathroom then came in to get their beverage of choice. Karen offered to make breakfast but the group begged off. By noon, everyone was gone and Karen and I cleaned up and settled down to watch TV. Karen asked why Sumiko was acting a little strange before she left. I explained what I had heard during the night and the conversation we had this morning. "Oh, is that all? No need to for her to feel bad. I'm a little curious how different it would be from when you kiss and other things." She snuggled down against my chest and in a few minutes she was asleep. I pulled a cover over her and went back to the game that was on. The next semester was a killer for me. I took Constitutional Law and Contractual law at once. I felt buried in homework. About five weeks into the courses, I was close to burnout. I had also put Karen off many more times than I should have. I really felt bad about that and kept apologizing to her for ignoring her. She told me not to worry about it, but it was completely unfair. One Thursday, she found me once again asleep on my books at the table. She had gone on to bed a couple hours before and woke up without me in the bed with her. Unknown to me, this was the last straw for her. She steered me into bed and shut off the alarm. I woke up late for class the next day. I was really pissed off about not hearing the alarm and missing half my class. I started to jump up and shower, when Karen stopped me. "You are not going to class today. Furthermore, you are not going to pick up a schoolbook all weekend. It is about time you stepped back and looked at what you are doing to yourself..." "Damnit Karen, I can't afford to do that! I have to get these classes done and I have to get top scores. It's important!" I was almost to the point of yelling. "Are your grades more important than everything else in your life? How about your health? I've been watching you drinking coffee by the gallon and eating those 'legal' pep pills. I know what's in those things. That much ephedrine could KILL you. Your hands shake and you are snapping at everyone around you. Now you listen to me, David Dawson, and you listen good. I won't stand by and watch you destroy yourself just to get good grades. Your GPA is high enough to withstand a minor drop if it comes to that. But don't forget about the rest of your life." I wanted to lash out at her, but her words stopped me. I sat down on the bed in full realization that everything she had just told me was true. I hadn't told her about the chest cramps and the feeling that my heart was coming out of my chest. How I would come to bed and not be able to sleep because my mind wouldn't let me. And how I would pass out in class from exhaustion. But mostly, I hadn't told her that one of the guys in my class had got some of the real thing since the other stuff wasn't working. Damn, I was becoming obsessed with the work and blind to all else. I was being a total ass. As it sunk in what Karen had said to me, I started to shake. Tears that I had not felt in years were trickling down my face. This woman that I loved so much was trying to keep me from destroying myself and I was jumping down her throat because of it. Karen came around the bed and put her arms around my shoulders. I felt her tears drop onto my shoulder. Looking up I saw something that I had not seen in her eyes before - fear. Fear that something would happen to me and we would no longer be together. I think that raw emotion, one of our most basic, finally got to me. "I don't know what to do but I need to do something. I am not sure if I can stop." Karen gave me a hug. "You will have me here to help. And that is all that matters." And help me she did. I was surprised at how much I had been depending on the speed to keep me going. We both stayed home that day. My body, without the junk in my system, started to go through withdrawals. The first day I slept a lot. But it was broken with the craving that I needed the drug. I crashed-HARD. I tried to control my mood swings, but I know I lashed out at Karen. I was depressed. The only bright spot was that I was starting to eat. By the end of the weekend, I had passed through the worst part of the withdrawal. Karen emailed my counselor and told him that we had a family emergency and that we would not be in for a week. Then she made reservations for a cabin in the mountains. She packed us both up and drove us up to where there was no phone, no textbooks and nothing but us. That week was precious and very healing to me. We walked through the little town nearby, checking out the shops and enjoying the locals. We watched the late February snow fall onto the evergreens. We hiked all around the cabin. But most of all, we talked. Honest talk about our future together. She got me to realize that school and a career would be worth nothing if I were not around to enjoy it. And I wanted to enjoy my life. A life that included Karen. She had stood by me through this and she did it out of her love for me. I promised myself to repay her for it if it took the rest of my life. I started by promising myself that Karen would always come first from now on. I wouldn't ever take her for granted again. My priorities in order now, I started on the first part. Karen and I reconnected that week. We made love as often as we could. We gave each other massages and foot rubs. We did little things for each other. And we laughed more than we had since the semester started. We went back to our loft having found ourselves again. I struggled to keep up but did it without the pills and with time for Karen and myself. And my grades didn't really suffer. In fact, by managing my time better, I was able to make the studying more worthwhile. Spring break was spent at home for us, since we had spent our vacation money during my crisis. The night out that we gave my parents for Christmas went so well that we took my brother off their hand a few more times. He loved coming over to our loft, especially when one of Karen's study friends was there. They all thought he was adorable and he was in hormone-filled heaven. He would sit quietly and watch their every movement, all the while dreaming what all fourteen year olds dream about. One evening, Dana was over while Mike was spending the night. She had been out on a date and she really looked hot. She had on a skirt that barely covered her ass and a blue silk top that the neckline showed an ample amount of cleavage. To top it off, she had on a demi-bra and her nipples would occasionally make themselves known. Poor Mike could barely keep his eyes off her when she came in. Mike was on the floor and when Dana sat in the only easy chair we had, she was showing her leg up to her hip. By then, Mike must have been sporting a painful erection that he was trying to hide with a throw pillow. When Karen leaned across from the couch to hand a paper to Dana, the space was enough that Dana had to stretch and in doing so lifted one leg for balance. Mike's eyes got HUGE and then he jumped up and ran for the bathroom. Dana and Karen watched him go with questions on their faces. "Dana, he has been watching you since you walked in. He wasn't just holding that pillow in his lap to have a place to put his hands. And when you leaned over, I think he got a peek at your underwear. I think it was too much for him." Dana then cracked up. "I was feeling a little naughty tonight, so I didn't wear any." "Damn, you gave him a free shot of your pussy. No wonder he took off like that. At his age, I would have too." "Well, that wasn't fair to him. Even if it was accidental. I'll try and be careful." We had calmed down enough to hold a normal conversation by the time Mike came back in. I wasn't the only one who noticed he had changed pants, but nobody said a thing about it and he settled back down. When Dana got ready to leave, she went over to Mike and gave him a nice kiss on the cheek. His eyes went down to her cleavage but pulled back in time to think he hadn't been caught. "Thanks for the compliment, Mike." she said as she stood to walk to the door. He turned red, but still had his hand on his cheek where she had kissed him. With a cheerful wave, she headed back to the dorm. I knew that Mike had enough fantasies now to last him a long while. Karen and I turned in shortly after that to give Mike enough time to get rid of the erection he was still sporting from Dana's kiss. As soon as we closed the door, Karen dove on the bed to smother her laughter. "I kept glancing over at Mike after I saw he was fidgeting. That kid didn't stand a chance the way his eyes were following her every curve. And she is pretty which made it that much worse. What you don't know Dave is that she shaves completely. There was nothing to interfere with his view." While I was listening to her I had been undressing. I will admit the last part intrigued me as well as I imagined Dana's naked, wet pussy. My cock twitched and Karen saw it. "I see you find that interesting too." "I won't lie, I wondered about what he saw." "Tell you what lover, I'll shave sometime so you can get a close look. It won't be Dana but you can get the idea." "I like yours better anyway. With you I get a close up view - and a taste as well." Karen giggled as I tackled her on the bed. We started kissing and ended up making love, but keeping quiet so we wouldn't disturb Mike. That is if he wasn't lost in his own little world. For some reason, Karen picked up an admirer during the semester. It sure wasn't her idea. She had finally got to where she took the guy's looks in stride and the ring on her finger made sure that most guys stayed away and just looked. However, this guy thought he was something special and wouldn't take no for an answer. When he tried to ask her out, she told him she was flattered, but that she was already very involved. He couldn't take a hint, a very bold hint at that. He started to follow her around. Now Karen was starting to get frightened. We talked it over and she agreed to talk to campus security and get an escort when I couldn't be there to walk her to her next class. He then started to follow us staying far back that we couldn't really catch him at it. Whenever he could catch her going in or out, he would try and rub against her. He would leave her notes on the seat she was assigned to. I wanted to confront him, but Karen knew what I would probably do. She convinced me to let her handle it. It got to the point that she finally had to get a restraining order against him that he had to stay at least one hundred feet away. That was when he started calling the loft. I had an answering machine on the line so I would know who called since Karen couldn't hear the phone and she often didn't see the light attached. The calls were filled with anger about Karen's rejection of him. Then he would declare that she would realize soon that he was the one for her. I changed the tapes frequently, labeling them in the event that we would need evidence against him. When the threats turned violent, we contacted the police. They told us that there wasn't much they could do until he tried something, but that they would open a file and make copies of the tapes from the answering machine. We needed more proof of stalking before they would act. It was a Saturday night and we had Mike over again. We were both working on assignments on the kitchen table and Mike was laying on the couch reading. Karen convinced me to run to the store and grab her some chocolate-chocolate chip ice cream. I slipped my shoes on and went in and asked Mike if he wanted anything. Receiving a negative reply, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I got to the bottom of the stairs and everything went black. I came to in the back of an ambulance. Karen was sitting next to the EMT across from me. My head hurt like hell. I could see that her clothing was ripped and that she had been crying. I tried to sit up but found out that I was strapped down and had a neck brace on. Karen saw that I was conscious and reached over to take my hand. When we got to the hospital, they checked us both out. I had a slight concussion, but other than that, I was all right. Karen had some scratches and bruises but otherwise she was in good shape, at least physically. As the doctors finished up, a large man entered and identified himself as Inspector Carlton. Then he looked closely at Karen when she didn't acknowledge his presence. She had been looking at me and didn't see him enter. He thought for a moment, and then when I got Karen to look up at him, his face took on a look of recognition. "I remember you from last year. Domestic violence, mother/daughter. How have you been, Karen?" "Much better until tonight." I could feel her hand shaking, but she was trying to keep an appearance of composure. "I'm sorry about that. But that is why I am here. I need statements from both of you. Just tell me what you remember." My statement didn't take long since all I could remember was walking down the steps. However, between Karen's statement and what Inspector Carlton could tell us, I got a good idea what had gone on. Miguel Ramos, Karen's stalker, had been outside when I started to leave. Seeing his chance to make good on his threats, he had beaned me with a baseball bat. He snuck up the stairs and jimmied the bottom lock on the door. He snuck up behind Karen while she sat at the table and pulled her out of the chair, trying to rip her clothes off with one hand while the other was around her throat. He wasn't getting anywhere so he threw her onto the floor and started to take off his pants. Mike felt the vibrations when Karen was shoved to the floor. He looked up and saw what was going on. He picked up a lead crystal vase and broke it over his head. When he hit the floor, the two of them ran to Grandma A's back door and got their attention. Grandma called for help while Grandpa took a shotgun and went into the loft to make sure Miguel stayed where he was. The four police cars got there in minutes. They found me by my car, unconscious, and Miguel was just coming to upstairs. Grandpa A. let them take care of him and the police had him in custody on the prison wing in the hospital. Since Karen had scratched him, they took samples from under her fingernails and pictures of the scratches and bruises on her body. Then they let Mike in with us. About a half-hour later, Mom and Dad showed up looking all worried until they saw us all sitting up and talking. Karen and Mike gave them the rundown on what had happened. They were aware of the situation, but couldn't believe that it had come to this. Mike was the hero of the day and he was soaking up the attention he was getting. Then we went home with mom and dad for the night. We had to go to the police station to do the formal statements with the DA. After we all finished, he told us that Miguel would be charged tomorrow with attempted murder and assault to commit murder for his attack on me and attempted rape, stalking, and breaking and entering. There was also a good shot at attempted murder, pre meditated because of the tapes we had give the police. "That was a very brave, but dangerous thing you did, young man." the ADA told Mike. "You prevented a very bad thing from happening." Mike looked very serious at the man. "I had to protect my sister. I couldn't let him hurt her." Karen had tears in her eyes as she smiled at him. By calling her his sister, Mike had let her know how he really felt about her. For the next few weeks, Mike was a hero at his school. He even got mentioned in the papers for having saved Karen's life. He took it well and it soon died down. He didn't know that Mom told us later that he had been having nightmares about it. I was back in shape within a week. I had a bald spot on the back of my head where they had shaved my head to put the eight stitches in but otherwise I was normal. Karen's bruises and cuts healed, leaving no mark. She felt some fear about what had happened, but made herself face it and get on with her schoolwork. She had bad dreams off and on, waking up screaming, but these started to fade as well. Grandpa A had a new door with double locks and a peephole in as well as a doorbell that had a flashing red light along with the chimes. Miguel was held without bail. It seemed he was linked to two other rapes that had happened on campus last year. With him behind bars, we could rest easier at least until the trial. Besides, we had other things to worry about. School was ending for the year and there was going to be a wedding at the end of June. Mom and Karen had been working on how they wanted everything. They arranged for a small chapel that was sitting in a park. It was non-denominational and often used for weddings. The plan was then to use a ballroom at one of the hotels for the reception. Dad and Mom set us up on a honeymoon cruise. There were hundreds of details that I was not privy to which really suited me just fine. I still had to finish my term papers and both classes were still killing me. We both passed our finals with no problem. I had passed with enough points to keep my scholarship for the next year. Karen's were very close to mine so she was fine as well. We held a small get together at our loft, sort of a 'we survived the year of college' party. Dana came with her boyfriend, as did Francine. Ayelen showed up by herself as usual. She was enjoying the freedom of dating both boys and girls too much to settle on just one person. When Karen asked her about it, she told us that her parents lived on the reservation in South Dakota and were strict about who she was allowed to see. "I want to enjoy my freedom while I can before I settle down. You two have something special, but I haven't found it yet. Until I do, I might as well have some fun." Sumiko had left immediately after classes were over. Her Grandmother in Japan was dying and she wanted to see her. She had wanted to leave once she had heard, but her parents had insisted that she finish the year. Her grandmother was so proud that she was attending an American school that she needed to finish. There wasn't any booze other than a couple of beers Dana's boyfriend had with him. We used the patio and driveway and borrowed a grill for burgers and dogs. It was an easy day but filled with goodbyes, some tearful, and promises of getting back together the next year. One by one, they left returning to their homes and families. Ayelen was coming back after a visit home since she had found a summer job here and was to be Karen's maid of honor. The other girls were to be bridesmaids, so they would all be flying back in about 5 weeks. Larry was going to be my Best Man, even though nobody had seen him in a suit since the senior prom. Even at graduation, he had worn cutoffs and a t-shirt. After the party, I was cleaning up the grill while Karen picked up the plastic glasses and the used plates. She came over and gave me a hug from behind. I turned around to return the affectionate gesture and saw a look of reflection on her face. I asked what was the matter. "When I was a little girl, I would dream of having friends, a husband, and kids. Mother convinced me that I could never lead a normal life. Nobody would want a 'retard' as she so nicely put it. When we met, I was scared to even hope for a friendship, much less a love life, even though I thought you were the most gorgeous man in the world. Then you actually came over and talked to me. You can't believe how scared I was, but there was also a lot of excitement mixed in. Then, we started to go out and I started to believe. That spark of believing in myself, in my dreams, started to grow and I just realized that they have come true. You have made them all come to life and helped me to live them. And I love you so much for that." "I love you too, sweetheart." I could have argued that she was the one who took the chance and allowed herself to believe in her dreams again, but when you have a beautiful woman holding you and that look of love in her eyes, you just go with it. Sometimes words are unnecessary. The next weeks were a blur of helping with the arrangements. Sampling the food from different caterers was a blast as was finding a baker for the cake. I begged off the trips for the flowers, gowns, color choices, and all those other decisions that really didn't need my input, which would have earned me a look of scorn if I had said anything. All the men in the wedding party met at the rental place to be fitted for our tuxedos. Then we went to a couple of bars for a makeshift bachelor party. They got me well lit, but not stumbling drunk. Dad got me home and apologized to Karen about my condition. She just shook her head and smiled as she helped him to get me on the bed. When she came back in from letting Dad out, she found me struggling to remove my clothes and laughing at my own inability. Giving a big sigh, she finished undressing me, made me take a couple of pain killers and a big glass of water and put me to bed. I immediately fell into a sleep that only alcohol can produce. The next day, she gave me hell about my condition. Not angry, but giggling about how silly I looked and sounded. According to her, I was singing throughout the undressing and she was very glad to be deaf for once. She could just imagine how I sounded from the contortions my mouth was going through. The day finally arrived. The wedding guests had grown to fill the church. I was standing next to the altar shifting my weight from foot to foot and fidgeting, trying to get rid of the case of nerves that I had been trying to dispel since I woke up. The preacher was on my right and Larry on my left. I figured if I passed out they would catch me. I heard the organ start the music and the procession started. After I saw Karen in her gown, I forgot everything else. She moved down the aisle with a grace that amazed me. I briefly glanced to her father who was wearing an expression that was a mixture of pride and perhaps a bit of loss. His little girl was getting married. When he brought her up to the front, I noticed a tear in the corner of his eye. Then my eyes were on Karen only. She turned to look at me smiling, then turned her attention to the minister. She watched closely, reading his lips as he did the standard service. During the vows, we had worked out a signal that when he was finished with her part, I would squeeze her hand so she would know when to say, "I do." I was so involved watching her I almost forgot to give the signal. When I realized the minister was waiting for her answer, I squeezed and she said the words. Then I slipped the ring on her finger and got to kiss my wife. We got through the reception just fine. Our first dance as husband and wife, the father/daughter dance, and the speeches. Larry did a good speech wishing us well as did my dad. Then George stood for a toast. "Dave, Karen, ladies and gentlemen. I remember my first sight of my daughter. She was a bundle of joy and I instantly loved her. And in her eyes, you could see that she loved me too. I fixed her scraped knees and hurt feelings. And she always loved her daddy. I turned around and suddenly she was no longer the little girl in pigtails but a beautiful young woman. When Karen met Dave, I was torn. I was happy that she had found her soulmate, but I knew I had to share the love of my little girl. And now, when I look at the beautiful woman who is now married and will have children of her own someday, I will always remember that little girl. I love you Karen, and I wish you and Dave all the best." Then he signed 'Love you Babygirl'. Karen walked over and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you too, Daddy." Their embrace ended with tears and a smile. The band started up again and we got ready to leave. Karen went to our suite to change and I followed. Our bags were already at the airport where we would shortly be heading. George planned to use the suite for the night and then he was going to stay at our loft for a few days before heading back. He would return my tux and get Karen's dress taken care of. The limo was ready to take us to the airport for the flight to Los Angeles where we would be boarding another plane to Tahiti. Karen leaned over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she put her head on my chest. She felt the beat of my heart. "My life is now complete. I can feel the sound of your love for me and that is all I need." I put my arms around her and just held her. I had the rest of my life to let her know that I felt the same. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-02-27 Last Modified: 2005-03-26 / 11:09:49 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------