****** The New Boy by G-Boy ******
===============================================================================

The New Boy


Mr. Ritter shuffled his papers and fidgeted. The boy made him uncomfortable. It
wasn't because the boy was totally blind; it was because he seemed so
defensive. He felt that he had to watch every word he said. Miss Trahan, his
fifty two-year-old secretary, a usually unflappable woman, had retreated from
his office the moment she could make a break for the door. Mr. Reynolds, the
boy's father, was a loud, gregarious man, who seemed to try to overshadow his
son's handicap by sheer force of will.

He looked at the boy. Other than his unseeing green eyes, Jason was an
attractive young man. Light brown hair, cut a little too short, much like his
father's hairstyle sat on a square face, with a strong jawbone. He stood six
feet, when he wasn't slouched over, and the body under the shapeless clothing,
also much like his father's, was lean and muscular. His hands were large,
strong hands.

"He's coming into Asbury in the middle of his junior year. Any reason why he's
leaving his former school?" Mr. Ritter asked Mr. Reynolds.

"He'd gone as far as Arkansas Technical could take him," the man boomed.

"They taught me how to weave baskets, but I thought going to a normal high
school might be fun," the boy sneered.

"AT taught you a hell of a lot more than that," Joe boomed. "He'd completed all
of his courses there, but not enough to graduate high school, so..."

"All right," Mr. Ritter agreed. "Well, like I told you on the phone, we've
recently purchased some new computer equipment, and our computer expert, Brian
Jacobson did his usual miracles. We're not one hundred percent sure that we can
teach him, but we're willing to do our best."

"Well, that's all we can ask for, isn't it?" Joe loudly said.

"Yeah, worse thing that can happen is I'll fail," the boy groused.

Mr. Ritter had a feeling that once the boy got away from his overbearing
father, he'd probably lighten up. He stood and shook hands with Joe, a grueling
five-second hand mauling contest, and bid the man a good day.

"Some one will be here to pick him up at two forty five?" he asked the man.

"No, I'll just find a street corner and sell pencils for cab fare," the boy
said.

"Well, now, that's a problem," Joe admitted. "I don't get off of work 'til four
thirty, I was kind of hoping..."

"You live on, uh, List Drive? Oh, one of our students, Cordell Wilson lives on
List. I'll see if he'll give Jason a lift," Mr. Ritter said.

"Well, if not, he can just wait out front for me," Joe said.

"We'll make arrangements, sir," Mr. Ritter said.

Joe didn't seem to understand. If Jason had to wait out front for his father,
that meant someone from the faculty would also have to wait. The faculty was
already apprehensive enough when he announced that they would be having a blind
student. They certainly would not appreciate an extra hour added to their
workday. The thirty nine-year-old hugged his unresponsive seventeen-year-old
son, and left the office. Mr. Ritter looked out the window, to make sure that
the loud man left the premises. He had a headache from the man's booming,
grating voice. He watched as the man climbed into a large truck and roared off.

"Well, ready to see the school?" he asked the boy.

"Oh, that would be great!" the boy said, and Mr. Ritter grimaced.

"I mean, let's take a tour of the campus," he corrected himself.

At seven o'clock, there were only a few students already at school. Class
didn't start for another forty-five minutes, so they were able to walk the
school grounds without much interference. Mr. Ritter introduced Jason to a few
of the students, and to the teachers he was scheduled to have. His heart leapt
with relief when he saw Cordell Wilson arrive at the school. The six foot four
inch African American youth smiled warmly at the school principal. His dark
hair cut short, his copper skin glowing; the young man was a good-looking kid.
And well mannered. His iron willed mother taught her two sons the value of good
morals and good grades. Plus, he didn't seem to have the angry beliefs or
disillusions of a lot of African American youths. Mr. Ritter waved the
seventeen-year-old senior over.

"Cordell, this is Jason Reynolds," he introduced the two.

"Yeah, I think I've seen you around the neighborhood," Cordell said,
cheerfully.

"Really? I haven't," Jason said.

Mr. Ritter grimaced. Cordell just smiled and shook his head.

"Yeah, well, that's how it goes sometimes," he said easily.

"Anyway, Cordell, I was wondering if you'd be able to give Jason a lift home
after school," Mr. Ritter asked hopefully.

"Well, Danni's my wheels, but I'll ask. I'm sure it's okay," Cordell said.
"And, if we can't, Cindy lives a few blocks down, so..."

"Cindy!" Jason said. "No offense, but I'd rather get a ride with a girl than
with two dudes."

"That's cool. But, Danni's my girlfriend, so it'd be one dude and one dudette,"
Cordell laughed. "And, wait 'til you see Cindy! I'd rather ride with her too,
if I were you!"

"Can't wait!" Jason sneered.

"Oh, yeah, right," Cordell shrugged.

"Cordell, could you take over for me?" Mr. Ritter asked, hopefully.

"Sure. Got your class schedule?" Cordell asked.

"No. I just thought I'd wander aimlessly," Jason said.

"Not here," Cordell said. "I don't know what your last school was like, but
this school is serious."

Asbury, although a public school, recruited its students from among the best
and brightest that the area had to offer. Many parents tried to get their
children on the waiting list, preferring Asbury to the private schools. Last
month's shooting incident had put a small dent in that waiting list, but not
enough to worry any of the faculty.

The shooting had shaken the school badly, but it had unified the students in
ways that no amount of prompting by faculty ever could. A girl, jealous of
another girl, had brought her father's forty-five revolver to school and
attempted to kill her nemesis. The poor girl had taken five weeks to recuperate
to the point where she could return to school. During her stay in the hospital,
and upon her return, the students had banded together in an outpouring of love
and concern.

Mr. Ritter gratefully left Cordell to deal with Jason. On the way to his
office, he saw Lindy Carter and her boyfriend, Brian Jacobson walking, hand in
hand. He waved at them. The small girl was still healing from her gunshot
wounds, but her spirit seemed unflappable. She smiled sweetly at him and
returned the greeting.

Her spirit was born out of many lonely days. Lindy, Belinda Carter, had been an
unattractive child early on. Fat, short, with frizzy hair and thick glasses,
she'd been shunned by her peers, or worse yet, ridiculed. When puberty hit, the
only difference in Belinda had been the addition of large blotchy pimples.
Then, one day, in seventh grade, the most popular girl in school, Cindy Potter,
had invited her to a birthday party. The fact that she'd invited the entire
class had not mattered to Belinda. She slept on pins and needles until that
Saturday.

For her part, Cindy Potter, a beautiful young lady with heart shaped face, big
blue eyes and pouting lips under thick blonde hair, had hoped that Belinda
wouldn't come. Her older brother, Adam, and a few of her friends had threatened
to beat up the fat kid if she showed up. She ran down to the car as it pulled
up, and gripped Belinda's sweaty hand tightly for the entire party. She'd been
miserable, but she'd gained a life long friend and admirer in Belinda. At the
end of the school year, Belinda's family moved to Arizona, and Cindy was
relieved to see the fat kid leave. When she stepped out into the Arizona heat,
Belinda took stock, and began a rigorous diet and exercise program. She took an
active interest in Paula, her mother's makeup and hairstyling skills, and a
beautiful young lady stepped out from behind the flab. Her pale skin was a
direct contrast to the dark cascades of hair, and the large dark eyes. Her
round face was too small for the eyes, made apparent by the use of contact
lenses, rather than the ugly glasses. At sixteen, the girl's body was a mixture
of contrasts as well. Only four feet, ten inches, her chest measured an
impressive thirty eight-D, her waist was only twenty inches around, and her
hips flared out to thirty-

seven inches. "Looks like someone pinched her in half, and the halves forgot to
grow together," someone had once said. The transformation did not gain her
acceptance into the society she craved. Her beauty and figure threatened girls,
and intimidated boys. When Mr. Carter announced that they were returning home,
both Paula and Belinda breathed a silent prayer that the one girl that had ever
given Belinda any kindness Cindy Potter, would still be there.

She was. She was in most of Belinda's classes, and readily renewed her
friendship with Belinda, but even Cindy Potter couldn't shield the lonely girl
from hearing the cruel comments that other students were saying about her. She
retreated behind a wall, and almost didn't respond to Cindy's invitation to
spend a lonely Friday night together.

Once at Cindy's house, the girls ran up to Cindy's room and slipped on their
swimsuits. Belinda covertly peeked at the five foot five inch blonde. Her
thirty six-C cup breasts were capped with dark pink nipples; her twenty eight-
inch waist swelled into her thirty-four inch hips, which flowed into her long
tanned legs. When she walked, her firm round buttocks didn't jiggle, they
swayed. Belinda almost groaned in desire when Cindy turned around and revealed
a smooth shaven pussy to her downcast eyes. She'd secretly been in love with
Cindy for five years now. Had her eyes not been so busy trying to sneak peeks
at Cindy, she would have seen a similar reaction in Cindy's eyes. She looked at
Belinda's breasts, with their silver dollar sized nipples that were hardening
into their full inch and a half-erect state. The little dimple of a belly
button cried out to be tickled, and the plump buttocks looked enticing to
Cindy's eyes. She almost groaned with her own hunger when she glimpsed at
Belinda's neatly trimmed patch of dark fur. In the swimming pool, Cindy tried
to exhaust herself, and nearly succeeded. When she and Belinda lay down on
their towels, though, Belinda stoked the flames by looking so succulent in her
pink bathing suit, nipples almost fully erect. Belinda, in her innocent manner,
asked Cindy a few pointed questions, and within moments, the two girls were
rolling and sweating on Cindy's bed. In the afterglow of their lovemaking,
Belinda confessed her love for Cindy. By morning, Cindy was confessing her own
love for Lindy, her nickname for Belinda.

Within weeks, Lindy was a full-fledged member of the main clique of Asbury High
School. So much so that another girl, Kelly Pays, had seen the small girl as a
threat and had attempted to kill her. The physical scars were healing slowly.
The girl still walked with a halting step, her speech was slurred, and she was
deaf in her left ear. Her emotional scars ran much deeper. She would not sleep
alone; having to have her entire bed crowded with her numerous stuffed animals,
or Cindy, and a small lamp on low. She would still wake up most nights
screaming as she remembered the burning hatred in Kelly's eyes. As she told her
psychologist, those eyes hurt worse than any bullet ever could. But her sweet
and gentle nature had not been killed in the attack.

Cordell waved them over and introduced them to Jason Reynolds.

"Herro," Lindy slurred. "You're goin' to lie it here."

"Wow, can I have some of whatever you're drinking?" Jason sneered at her.

Cordell's face tightened. Lindy's sweet smile faded, and she stumbled away,
Brian in tow.

"Man, that was so uncool," Cordell snapped.

"What? Did you hear her?" Jason laughed.

"Yeah, I did. The fact that she's talking at all's a fucking miracle," Cordell
seethed. "You ain't the only one here with a handicap, know what I'm saying?"

Jason was somewhat quieted by Cordell's anger. To Cordell's relief, the first
bell, warning the students that they had five minutes to get their books and
get to class sounded, and he was able to leave the difficult boy at his first
classroom.

"You got to see this boy," he told Cindy. "I almost popped his ass, got a smart
answer for everything."

"Mr. Wilson, would you care to share with the rest of us what is so interesting
between you and Ms. Potter?" Mr. Kindle called out.

"Uh, yeah, I was just telling Cindy here, that while I've never seen the movie
'Mandingo,' I'd love to help her reenact her favorite scenes from it," Cordell
smiled broadly.

"Cordell!" Cindy screamed and slapped his arm. "You did not!"

"Thank you, Mr. Wilson, but this is the study of History. Please make History
on your own time, not mine," Mr. Kindle smiled.

Cordell's answer was what he'd expected from the bright young man. When the
laughter died down, he resumed his lecture of the fall of the Roman Empire.
He'd taught at many public and private schools, but Asbury had some of the
brightest and best behaved students of his thirty two-year career.

When lunchtime rolled around, Cordell went and found Jason. He offered to give
the young man a hand to the cafeteria, but the young man reacted in a surly
manner, and Cordell walked away.

"Look, mother fucker's going to be an ass hole, I can be an ass hole too," he
told Danni.

Danni looked at the new student and frowned. She shrugged her shoulders and
chewed her meatloaf slowly. He sat at a table by himself, having already
alienated many people by his surly demeanor. His table manners left a lot to be
desired, food was scattered about, and milk dribbled down his chin. She brushed
her short blonde hair back and shrugged again.

"Mr. Ritter wants us to give him a ride home?" she asked.

"Yeah, he lives about four houses down from me, I've seen him around the
neighborhood," Cordell grumbled. "But, Cindy only lives a few more streets
over. Can't we get her to do it?"

"Why?" Danni asked. "I'm bringing you home, what's the big deal?"

"I don't want to spend no time with the boy, that's what's the big deal,"
Cordell groused.

"Fine, whatever," Danni mumbled.

"Oh, don't start that shit, girl," Cordell exclaimed.

"What?" she snapped.

"Whenever you say, 'fine, whatever,' my ass is in for a chewing," he said.

They'd been dating for a few months, ever since the October Homecoming Dance,
and Danni, although only five feet, three inches tall, with a slim boyish
figure, had a firm grip on her tall boyfriend. Even though he was strong willed
in his own right, the passionate Danni could usually sway him to her point of
view. He looked at her brown eyes, and smiled.

"All right, we'll give the boy a ride home," he conceded.

"Your mom home?" she asked.

"No, Mr. Carter just finished up a job, so she'll be cleaning up 'til dark.
Why?" Cordell asked, even though he knew the answer.

"Oh, I don't know. I thought we'd just sit around, and talk about the first
thing that pops up," she giggled.

He was already beginning to get an erection thinking about it. She was a pretty
girl, with short blonde hair, pug nose and full lips. Her breasts were so small
that she rarely wore a bra, but her nipples were large and sensitive. Her most
attractive feature, in his eyes, was the light brown forest that started from
her navel and spread down to her inner thighs. Even her tiny anus was obscured
by hair, and he loved chewing through it to get to her heavy pussy lips and
large clitoris. The sight of his black meat slamming through that light brown
thicket was usually enough to push him over the edge, shooting his load deep
into her cunt. And, though they'd tried it once before, and had been less than
thrilled with the results, she'd been hinting that she'd like to try to fit his
massive meat in her tight little ass again. His mother didn't like him dating a
white girl, but she tolerated it. Danni's parents, on the other hand, barely
tolerated it at all. They did not disguise their dislike for him, even though
in private, the Micheals did admit that if their daughter had to date a black
boy, Cordell was the best choice she could have made.

Cindy and Lindy sat at the other end of the table and laughed and gossiped.
Brian was not around, so Lindy's attention was not focused on her scrawny red
head lover. She and Cindy were still lovers, even though Lindy and Brian were,
too. The three did not harbor jealousy for one another, and Cindy and Brian
were more than happy to share Lindy between them. They'd even tried to be a
threesome for a while, but Brian had called an end to it, wanting to focus his
love on Lindy alone.

"So, then, he says, 'I got what you need, right here,' and I looked at him and
said, 'I need twelve inches or more.' You should have seen his face!" Cindy
laughed.

"Cinny! You din't!" Lindy laughed.

"I mean, can you believe that? I told him I needed help, and he tells me that!"
Cindy laughed. "But, I tell you, I'm never buying clothes there again."

"Really!" Lindy agreed.

"Hey, Cordell, how's your new buddy?" Cindy asked him.

He grimaced at her. "Fine, I guess. I offered to help him out, but he says he
don't need no help."

"You want me to give him a ride home, so you two can do, uh, 'homework?'" Cindy
asked.

Cordell looked at Danni. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess, I mean, if you don't mind," he said.

"No, I got nothing better to do," Cindy shrugged.

It was true. She didn't have anything else to do that night. Mom and Mr. Sam
were busy planning their upcoming wedding and getting the baby's room ready, so
they'd be out all night. Her brother, Adam, would most likely be out with his
boyfriend, Paul Robertson, and Lindy had another appointment with the
audiologist. Unless her next three classes decided to pile the homework thick,
she was free for the night. She'd debated cruising the mall for a little
action, but the rude salesman had dampened that idea, at least for a while. She
looked over at the new student. He was cute, with his light brown hair and
square, strong face. She looked at his hands and felt a shiver. What does a
blind person make love like? If those hands were any indication, he had good
equipment to start off with. Her nipples began to thrust against her sheer bra.
Lindy saw this and smiled.

"Wha' you looin' at?" Lindy asked.

"His hands," Cindy mouthed.

Lindy looked at his hands and felt the same shiver. Then she remembered his
ugly comment again, and looked away. She felt very self-conscious of any flaw
she had, ever since being that short fat kid, and hated to have people make fun
of her. She was one of the most loving and accepting people in the world when
it came to other people, but she could accept very little about herself.

"What?" Cindy asked. She was very attuned to her lover's feelings, and it
always hurt her to see that look of pain that had just flashed across Lindy's
face. She saw it very rarely anymore, but it still wrenched at her.

"He mae phun of the way I tawk," she slurred.

"Oh! I'll talk with him, okay?" she said, a slow anger building.

"No, you don' do that," Lindy snapped.

"What?" Cindy asked.

"It my pwobem, I take care of it," Lindy said, and tightened her brow at her
lover.

Cindy had to laugh. Lindy, when she screwed her face up like that, looked like
a small child throwing a temper tantrum. Lindy slapped her arm hard.

"Not phunny," she huffed.

"I'm sorry, Lindy, but you should see your face when you do that," Cindy
laughed.

Jason got up from his table, leaving a large mess. Cordell got to his feet.

"Hey, Jason!" he called out.

"Yeah?" Jason said, and turned to face his direction.

"Your mama don't work here, clean up your mess," Cordell said.

"Oh," Jason huffed.

He'd hoped that he could get away with leaving his tray on the table. He knew
he'd left a large mess, and really didn't feel like cleaning it up. At home,
his mother doted on him and cleaned up everything for him. What she didn't get,
his father did. He ran them ragged, taking care of him. He saw no reason why
Asbury should be any different.

"Garbage can's about ten feet away from you," Danni said helpfully.

"Oh, that's good. Which way?" Jason sullenly said.

"Walk ten feet in any direction, if you don't find it, walk in the other
direction ten feet," Cordell snapped.

Danni slapped his arm. He glared at her.

"That's not nice!" she said.

"What? I didn't appreciate the way he talked to you," Cordell said.

"Didn't mean to 'dis' your home girl," Jason sneered.

"Look, boy, I ain't no hip hopping ghetto nigger," Cordell yelled. "Around
here, we treat others like we want to be treated. So, leave that 'dis' and
'homey' shit at home, hear?"

"Okay, okay!" Jason said.

Cordell's anger scared him. He was used to getting away with flaunting his
handicap. Even at Arkansas Technical School for the Visually Impaired, he'd
been able to do pretty much whatever he wanted to. This school, he began to
realize, might not be the best place to try the 'helpless' act.

"Yeah, Cindy, you give him a ride home. Do me a favor and drop his white ass
off in the Gardens," Cordell snapped at Cindy.

Even Danni had to laugh at the idea of dropping a white youth, especially a
blind one, into the Gardens, the town's notorious drug and gang infested area.
They all watched as Jason attempted to locate the garbage can, walking by it a
few times, just missing it with broad sweeps of his white can, until Cindy got
up and grabbed his hand.

"It's right over here," she said.

"Well, it's about time," he snarled.

"Well, I am so sorry I didn't get here fast enough for you," she snapped back.
"You're welcome and have a shitty day."

"What an ass hole," she muttered.

"What?" Lindy asked.

"Nothing," she said, and shook her head no.

Jason was very stressed out by the time two forty five rolled around. Cindy
tried her best to be cheerful; she regretted her earlier actions, but Jason
shot that down as soon as she walked up.

"Hey, my truck's right over here," she said, and grabbed his arm.

"You blind?" he asked.

"No, why?" she asked.

"Then, why are you grabbing my arm? I'm not going to lead you," he snapped.

"Hey, sorry! I don't know how to do this! You show me what to do," she snapped
back.

"Let me take your arm, you walk, I follow," he bit out the words.

"Fine, here's my arm," she bit back.

She felt the shaking in his fingertips as he lightly gripped her upper arm. Had
she not been so angry with him, she would have felt compassion. But his ugly
demeanor had built a wall around him. She walked slowly, until he asked her if
she was crippled. She picked up her pace and led him to the passenger door of
her pickup truck.

"Here's my truck," she hissed, and unlocked the door.

The ride to List Drive was a quiet one. She looked at him every so often. He
wasn't a bad looking guy, and his big hands and feet did give her fertile and
horny imagination some ideas, but he was so obnoxious, that she felt it
difficult to feel anything more strongly than dislike for him. She turned onto
List Drive.

"Okay, this is List. Which house is it?" she asked, trying to put some
pleasantness in her voice.

"I don't know, they all look the same to me," he sneered.

"All right, smart ass, I'll just let your ass out right here, and you can get
yourself home," she yelled. "I don't have to give you a ride home, you know.
I'm doing you the favor here."

"Twelve nineteen, List Drive," he answered.

"Thank you," she snapped and floored it.

She pulled up into the driveway.

"Okay, the front door's to your left," she offered.

"Thank you, I think I know my own house," he snapped.

"Oh, fuck you," she said.

"Okay!" he smiled.

She smirked.

"You wish," she said.

"You offered," he responded.

"Sorry, only twelve inches will satisfy me," she said.

"Sorry, I'm not cutting mine in half for any woman," he retorted.

She had to laugh at that. If he didn't have so much anger, he might actually
have a personality. He got out of the truck and slammed the door shut. She
thought about it for a second, and she honked her horn. He turned around and
she rolled down her window.

"How you getting to school tomorrow?" she asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"My dad, I guess," he answered.

"Well, I drive right by here every morning, at seven twenty. You want a ride,
be out front," she offered.

"Thanks," he said, and actually smiled.

She looked at the smile, and felt another shiver run through her. She watched
him tap his cane along the walkway that led to his front door, and watched him
unlock the door and enter his home. Then, she slowly backed out of the
driveway, and drove home.

The telephone was ringing when she entered her home, and she raced to pick it
up, hoping it would be Lindy.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hello? Cindy?" It was a strange male voice, and Cindy tightened her hold on
the telephone, sure it would be an obscene telephone call.

"Cindy?" The voice asked again.

"Look, is this an obscene phone call?" she shrieked.

"Well, it could be, if you want," the voice said. "This is Jason. Jason
Reynolds. The blind boy."

"Oh! Yes?" she sighed in relief.

"I forgot to tell you thank you for the ride home," he said.

"Oh! That's all right," she said.

"So, do you want that obscene phone call now, or what?" he asked.

She laughed, and laughed again when he began to breathe heavily into the
receiver. "Oh, please stop. That's enough. Please, no more, I'm going out of my
mind with lust here," she said in as flat a voice as she could.

"Yeah, me too. I'm going to go masturbate until I go sighted," he said in an
equally monotone voice.

She laughed again. "Well, okay. Have fun. I'll see you tomorrow," she said.

"I won't," he wisecracked.

She frowned.

"Hey, Jason, I know you're blind, okay? You don't have to keep reminding
everybody, all right?" she said, and hung up.

She was very miffed at his attitude, and equally miffed at her own. Whenever
she saw someone that needed help, she tried to help. The rewards were evident
in her long list of friends, and admirers. Even though she was beautiful and
smart, and her mother had a great deal of money, she was a very sweet child by
nature. But, this guy seemed to do his best to push people away. She sat down
and thought deeply.

Joe Reynolds listened to his son's own discomfort. Jason had been impressed by
Cindy's sweet nature, and was confused by her reactions to what usually gained
him pity from family and other acquaintances. "Well, son, some people are just
uncomfortable around blind people, that's all. But, what the hell, huh?" Joe
gregariously boomed. "There's a lot of people that think you're a hell of an
inspiration, the way you've taken your handicaps and dealt with it."

Cindy did some serious thinking. She wondered how she would react if she were
blind? She and her last boyfriend, Timmy, had gotten a little kinky in bed one
Friday night, tying her arms and legs down, and slipping a blindfold over her
eyes. She'd hated it, not being able to see what he was doing, and not being
able to touch him, caress him, and guide him. She knew it had been a mistake
the moment he bit down on her nipple. She'd thrashed and screamed out as he
continued to bite down on her flesh, leaving teeth marks all over her body.
She'd been a little nervous, but very intrigued when he suggested it, but, by
the time he placed his seven inch cock at her pussy lips, she was completely
dry. Unhampered, he'd thrust in her, over and over. She lay still and seethed
in anger. He finished, shooting his load on her face, which she usually loved,
trying to catch as much of it as she could. But, this time she just let it
spurt on her face, and lay still until he untied her. Then, wordlessly, she
grabbed his shirt and wiped his semen off. They spent the rest of the evening
in total silence, until he finally left. She sobbed for a while, then showered
and went to Lindy's house, where she felt safe and warm in Lindy's loving
embrace.

She found the blindfold and slipped it on. She practiced a few steps in her own
room. She was surprised at how off balance she felt. She'd been around her own
room, her whole house in total darkness before, but she'd never felt so
disoriented before. She cautiously left her room and tried to get downstairs.
She stumbled off of the furniture and wobbled into the kitchen. Even the simple
act of making a ham sandwich was difficult. She never noticed how much alike
the ketchup and mustard bottles felt. She screamed as she knocked over the
glass of milk and it shattered on the hard floor. She tried her best to clean
it up, but had to take the blindfold off to finish the job. She mourned the
loss of her favorite drinking glass; Grandma had gotten it for her. It had
silhouettes of cowboys and cowgirls. She'd wanted to be a cowgirl when she grew
up, and Grandma had plaid along with the child's idea. She put the blindfold
back on, and tried to watch television. Even her favorite soap opera was
disconcerting without being able to see their faces, their expressions. "So,
how's a blind person make love?" she thought to herself again.

She walked into the kitchen and felt around for a carrot. She felt something
long and slender and pulled it out. The sharp smell of the celery told her she
was wrong, so she stuck the stalk in her mouth and felt around some more.
Finding the bag of carrots, she felt around for the longest, thickest one, and
took it to the sink. She cut her thumb on the first swipe of the scraper, and
tried to ignore the pain, and finish the task. Scraping off the majority of the
skin, she nodded in satisfaction and stumbled up to her room.

In her room, with the door locked, she stripped off her blue jeans and blouse.
Feeling herself slowly, she peeled away her bra and panties. Gentle tugs on her
nipples and squeezes and caresses of her full breasts brought the first of many
moans. Trailing her fingertips down, she felt the soft skin of her flat belly
and her full hips. She avoided touching her hairless mound, circling around to
her inner thighs. They were already moist with her sweat and her belly
fluttered. When she could stand the tension no longer, she slowly tugged her
swollen lips apart and stroked them with both hands. Her lips were wet and
engorged, her clitoris throbbed. Finally, she eased herself onto her bed and
spread her legs wide. She felt around frantically for the carrot, and finally
found it. Her first orgasm pounded into her when she slid the carrot in. Her
second orgasm was close behind, and after only ten minutes from the time she
entering her room, Cindy was drained, exhausted. She slid the carrot out of her
pussy and slowly ate it, savoring the sharp carrot taste, and the sweaty taste
of her own juices.

"Oh, God, that was good," she moaned. "If only Timmy had been slow, gentle, I'd
have enjoyed it a hell of a lot more, that's for sure."

Her mother, Cathy Potter, a tall brunette, slim figure filling out with the
upcoming baby, and her fiancée, Sam Villeaux, a captain in the local police
force, were amused by Cindy's insistence that she try to help with dinner, and
eat it, blindfolded.

"Cindy, if you get any weirder, I swear, I'll have you committed," Sam laughed.

"Oh, shut up, Mr. Sam," Cindy laughed.

"Do you still have to call me Mr. Sam?" he asked. "I've been around for five
years, now, I think we could..."

"What you want me to call you? Captain?" Cindy asked.

"What about Daddy?" he asked quietly. "Or Dad? Or Poppa?"

"I don't know. You've always been Mr. Sam," Cindy quietly responded. "Can I
think about it?"

"Sure, honey," he said.

"You really want her to call you Daddy?" Cathy asked him in the privacy of her
bedroom.

"Sure, why not? I think of her as a daughter," Sam shrugged. "I mean, I've
watched her grow up from a beautiful girl, to the stunning young lady she is
today, I've always felt close to her."

"Well, give her some time. You know Cindy. She always does the right thing,"
Cathy said.

Showering with the blindfold on was hard. She had to take it off to shampoo her
head, but kept her eyes closed for the experience. She never realized that her
shampoo and conditioner came in the same shape bottles. She also never noticed
how different they smelled. Finding the bar of soap was a challenge whenever
she dropped it. She decided to skip shaving her legs, underarms and crotch for
tonight, though. Her thumb still throbbed from the scrape she'd given it.

"Probably take off a whole layer of skin," she laughed, and rinsed off.

Finding a nightgown was easy, the material's texture told her when she'd found
her black camisole and tap pants. She had to cheat slightly while setting her
alarm clock, and she fell into bed, tired. Being blind was exhausting.

Jason was out front, waiting when she pulled into his driveway. His mother, a
harried looking woman was waiting with him and the plump brunette walked to
Cindy's door. Cindy rolled down her window.

"Hi, Mrs. Reynolds, I'm Cindy Potter," she said warmly.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you," the woman sounded tired. "I appreciate you
giving Jason a ride. Let me pay you for the gas, okay, dear?"

"Oh, no! It's on my way, anyway!" Cindy protested.

"Oh, nonsense," Mrs. Reynolds protested. "Let me give you five bucks, for cokes
after school, or whatever."

"Mom, she said no," Jason snapped.

"Are you sure?" Mrs. Reynolds reacted as if Jason had slapped her.

"Ma'am, really, it's all right. I pass this way every day, anyway, and I have
my mom's credit card if I need anything," Cindy said, the smile fading from her
face.

Jason's brief flash of humor of the day before seemed to have been removed. She
waved goodbye to Mrs. Reynolds and backed out of the driveway. She turned her
radio on to her favorite alternative rock station, but then remembered that she
had someone else in the truck.

"You like music?" she asked him.

"Yeah. Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, you know," he smirked.

She slammed on the brakes and glared at him. He braced his hand on the
dashboard.

"Look, that poor little blind boy shit doesn't work, okay? So, cool it. Now, do
you like music or not?" she yelled.

"Yeah," he murmured.

"What kind? I'll see if I can find something on the radio, or I have a bunch of
CDs we could listen to," she snapped.

"What you have it on is fine," he mumbled.

With that, she cranked it up; to drown out any smart mouth comments he might
have, and roared off. Mrs. Reynolds watched from the driveway, concerned at
first. Her concern turned to a smug look as she saw Cindy's blonde hair whirl
around, and saw the look of surprise on Jason's face. Cindy's flailing arms
told her the whole story. She wasn't putting up with Jason's self pity.

"Good. Maybe she can knock some sense into that boy," she muttered. "Lord
knows, Joe won't let me do it."

By the time they reached the school, Cindy's temper had cooled down, but she
didn't want to spend any more time with this guy than she had to. She pulled
into her parking spot, right next to Lindy's Jeep. Jason slowly got out, and
closed his door. Cindy watched as he unfolded his cane, and began to walk off
in the wrong direction.

"This way," she called out. "School's behind us."

"Oh. Thank you," he said, and turned around.

She got out and turned to see Lindy's angry face. She smiled and waved to her
girlfriend. To her shock, the girl turned on her heel and stumbled away. Cindy
stood still for a moment, then rapidly followed Lindy. Even if her step hadn't
been halting, Cindy would have easily overtaken her; her legs were at least ten
inches longer than the small girl.

"Lindy, wait! What's wrong?" she called out.

"Wha you doin' wif him?" Lindy yelled. "You know I don' lie him!"

"Giving him a ride to school! What's the big deal? He lives on the way!" Cindy
protested.

Even though she had her little girl tantrum face on, Cindy didn't find it funny
now. She reached out a hand to touch Lindy. The hurt she felt when Lindy
slapped at her hand cut through her like a hot knife.

"You seep wif him?" Lindy screamed, her anger making her speech worse.

"What?" Cindy couldn't believe this was happening.

"Huh? You phuck him?" the small girl screamed again, and swung a small fist at
Cindy.

The blow itself didn't hurt at all, but Cindy felt the tears spring to her
eyes. Lindy swung again and hit Cindy squarely on the breast.

"You phucked him, din't you?" Lindy screamed.

In the seven months that they'd been lovers, Cindy and Lindy had never been
jealous of any other lovers they'd had. Cindy dodged a few more of Lindy's
punches and enveloped the small girl in a bear hug.

"Stop it, Lindy!" she yelled.

"Ge' off me, you whore!" Lindy screamed and struggled.

Mr. Ritter's strong hands gripped Lindy by the shoulders, and Coach Shedley
pulled Cindy back. Lindy tried to deliver a kick, but would have fallen had Mr.
Ritter not been supporting her. Cindy let Coach Shedley pull her back. With the
fight broken up, the students scattered. Mr. Ritter marched both girls to his
office. They sat sullenly avoiding each other's eyes and waited for Mr. Ritter
to return. He finally did, and slapped two pieces of paper down, loudly, one in
front of each girl.

EXPULSION FORM, the paper header declared. Eyes wide with shock and fear, they
both stared at a very angry Mr. Ritter. He walked around to his chair, but did
not sit down. He looked at both girls who were now very meek.

"Read the damned handbook," he roared at the top of his lungs. "Fighting is
grounds for Expulsion!"

"Peas, Mr. Witter," Lindy began, tears forming in her eyes. "Don' espell us.
We're sorry."

"No, please, Mr. Ritter," Cindy pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

"Fine. I won't expel the both of you. So, which one do I expel? Hmm?" he
yelled.

The girls looked at each other. Cindy saw the fear and hurt in her lover's
eyes, and any anger she had toward Lindy for hitting her melted. She picked up
her paper.

"I'll get my stuff out of my locker," she quietly said, new tears spilling
down.

"No! It my fawt," Lindy cried. "Espell me! Cinny din't do nofing!"

"Both of you, sit down," he barked.

They sat and looked at him through their tears.

"Now, what on God's earth is so damned important that two of the best friends
I've ever seen try to beat the hell out of each other?" he snapped.

Lindy and Cindy looked at each other, then the floor. Mr. Ritter slammed his
hand down on the desk, which made both girls jump.

"I asked a question! I expect an answer," he reminded them.

"I don't know, Mr. Ritter, honestly I don't," Cindy told him.

"Belinda?" Mr. Ritter asked, harshly.

She winced. It had been a while since anyone had used her real name. Her mother
used it on occasion, but she preferred the pet name that Cindy had given her,
that first night they lay in each other's arms. She looked at Cindy. The tears
that streamed down her pretty face, her hunched posture, Lindy felt shame
welling up inside of her. She looked into the angry eyes of Mr. Ritter. She'd
never seen anger in this loving man's face before. She pushed herself back into
the chair, trying to distance herself from his anger.

"I, it wa', I don' know why I hit Cinny," she stammered.

Fresh tears began to stream down her face. Cindy got a tissue from Mr. Ritter's
desk and looked up at him. He nodded his head yes, and Cindy turned and dabbed
Lindy's face. Lindy swiveled in her chair and hugged her girlfriend tightly.
They held each other tightly, and Mr. Ritter let the false mask of anger slip
from his face. He had never been angry with either girl, just very concerned.

"I sorry Cinny," Lindy sobbed. "I din' mean nofing!"

He let them compose themselves, then picked up the two Expulsion forms and tore
them in half in front of them. Their smiles of relief warmed his heart, and he
ordered them out of his office. His secretary, Miss Trahan came in and looked
at him.

"Were you really going to expel them?" she asked.

He looked up from his paperwork and smiled at her. She, also childless, shared
his feelings, that every student at Asbury was a child of their own. He shook
his head no.

"No. I knew that Cindy didn't start it, and that Lindy would have never started
it without provocation. So, what good would it do to expel them? But, it did
put the fear of God into them, didn't it?" he smiled. "I wonder what happened,"
she mused.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, they didn't say," he said simply.

"Maybe if you got to know him, you'd like him better," Cindy offered.

"I don' lie him," Lindy huffed. "He mae phun of me."

"Lindy! That was one time! How many other people here made phun, fun of you?
But, you like them now!" Cindy argued.

"Yeah, bu' sill," Lindy sulked.

"Lindy, you are so hard headed, I swear!" Cindy laughed.

"Cinny? I sorry I call you a whore," Lindy murmured.

"Oh, shut up, you whore," Cindy laughed.

Lunchtime, the table sat and talked. Everyone knew about the fight, but no one
brought it up. Cindy watched as Jason ate the red beans and rice dinner,
messily. He seemed to have a great deal of trouble with the sausage link. She
looked at Lindy, whose face was a dark circle. She had trouble with hand-eye
coordination, and was getting the dark gravy smeared all over her. The bullet
that had smashed into her left ear gave her trouble, and Cindy smiled lovingly
at her. Lindy tried to dab her face with her napkin, but just made it worse.
Cindy took her napkin and gently wiped her face. They looked into each other's
eyes.

"I love you," Cindy mouthed.

"Me too," Lindy mouthed back.

"Really, you should give him a second chance," Cindy said, loudly.

"Phhine, wha' eber," Lindy huffed, spittle spraying.

Cindy nodded in satisfaction. The speech therapy was improving Lindy's speech.
Shortly after coming to, Lindy's speech had been almost unintelligible. They
had even debated whether or not to teach her sign language, and Cindy had run
out and bought books on American Sign Language.

"Guesh wha'?" Lindy said.

"I don't know. What?" Cindy said.

"Dr. Alan said I might get a hen aid," Lindy said.

"A hearing aid! That would help you hear better?" Cindy asked, excited.

"No, it would make it worse," Cordell interrupted. "Come on, Cindy, think about
it."

"Oh, fuck you, Cordell," Cindy laughed.

"Oh, no, baby. I'd just ruin you for all other men," Cordell bragged, hand on
his crotch.

"I think it's the other way around," Cindy shot back.

"Both of you cool it. Nobody's fucking nobody around here," Danni snapped.

She hated to admit it, but she was being possessive. She knew how good Cordell
was in bed, he was unbelievably good. Gentle when he needed to be, rough when
he needed to be. She also knew how good Cindy was in bed. She had secretly
lusted after Cindy for years, and when Lindy managed to make love to Cindy
before she did, she'd exploded in jealous rage. She got in on the action,
though, and had avidly lapped at Cindy's hairless cunt, and squealed in delight
when Cindy plunged her tongue deep into her hairy anus. Lindy, for her part,
was a wonderful tit sucker. The last thing she wanted was to lose her man to
the wild Cindy or to the demure, sweet Lindy. Nor did she want to lose Cindy or
Lindy to her black stud.

After school, Jason was waiting for her by the truck. Lindy shot him a dirty
look, then climbed into her Jeep. He heard her and turned to face her
direction.

"Hi," he said.

"Herro," she mumbled.

"Oh, hey! You're the girl I talked to yesterday!" he exclaimed. "How you
doing?"

"Phhine," she spit.

"Look, I'm sorry about making fun of your speech," he offered. "But, you got to
admit, you do sound funny."

"Phuck you," she snapped.

"Okay," he smiled.

"Not phunny," she snarled.

"You offered, I didn't," he smirked.

"Lindy!" Cindy frowned at her.

"I sorry, Cinny, bu' he star red it!" Lindy exclaimed.

"All I did was apologize to her," Jason protested.

"Somb apple gee," Lindy mumbled.

"I don't care who started it!" Cindy said. "I want you two to get along, all
right?"

"So, what's the big deal if we get along or not?" Jason asked once they were
underway.

"Because, she's my best friend, and I love her," she said flatly.

"Okay. That's her. What about me?" he asked. "I mean, what's the big deal if I
get along with her or not?"

She pulled over to the side of the road and looked at him. He started to open
his door.

"No, we not there yet," she said. "I just want to talk with you."

"Oh, okay," he mumbled, sure he was going to get another lecture on his
behavior.

"Last night, I put a blindfold on and walked around my house," she began.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked.

"To see what it felt like to be blind," she answered. "It was scary, but it
wasn't impossible."

"Sometimes I think it is," he admitted.

"See? Right there! That's what I like," she exclaimed. "You aren't being a
smart ass, or trying to make me feel sorry for you! You're being real!"

"So, why'd you do it? I mean, why'd you want to know what it feels like to be
blind?" he asked.

"You got a girlfriend?" she asked.

Hunched over, his green eyes turned to her, no smirk on his face, he was
handsome. The posture, his hands clasping at his chest to protect himself, she
felt the scared little boy inside, behind that hateful, hurtful bravado. She
felt an emotional tug, the same one she felt when she helped Lindy practice her
speech exercises, the same one she felt when she'd seen her older brother cry
when she confronted him about his homosexuality. He began to formulate a smart
reply, then collapsed inwardly again.

"No," he admitted. "I did, once, but she ended up just wanting to be friends."

"You want one?" she asked.

"Well, yeah, of course," he said.

"Good. As long as you're real with me, you've got one," she said, and put the
truck in gear.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"So, what do we do now?" he asked her.

"What do you want to do?" she asked him, humor in her voice.

In answer he slid over. She quickly put the truck in park and leaned to kiss
him. The kiss was clumsy, hesitant at first, but they quickly got a rhythm, and
Cindy was pleased with how gentle his hands were as they stroked her hair, her
face. She closed her eyes and followed his movements. When his trembling hands
reached for her breasts, she pulled away.

"Not here," she said, and put the truck in gear. "My house."

She drove to her house and laughed when he said, "My, what a lovely house you
have."

She led him up the stairs to her room. He wandered around the room and got his
bearings. She watched how he did it, his faltering steps, short sweeps with the
cane, fingers dancing on the furniture's edges. She smirked when he reached her
bed and smiled. She locked the door, even though she wasn't expecting anyone to
come home. Her mother knew she wasn't a virgin, even knew about her and Lindy's
lovemaking, but, still, she didn't want an audience. He faced her direction, a
worried expression on his face when he heard the door close.

"I, uh, I've never done this before," he admitted.

"I thought you said you'd had a girlfriend," she said, and walked toward him.

"I did, but we never did anything! I mean, not really," he said, backing
slightly away from her.

"Come here!" she laughed. "I won't bite!"

"Oh, well! If you won't bite, then forget about it!" he joked.

In response, she grabbed his arm and lightly bit down on his forearm.

"There! Satisfied?" she laughed.

She burst into gales of laughter when he grabbed her arm and bit her. He lifted
her up and held her tightly against him. She could feel his muscles and felt a
dizzy feeling of want rush through her. Jason was muscular; he and his father
lifted weights, it was the one thing that father and son did together. She
unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands up and down his chest and returned his
passionate kisses. He eased her down to her bed, and she sat and pulled his
shirt off. She wondered how his nipples would react to licks and light nibbles.
Timmy had hated that, said it felt funny. Timmy was a straight fuck and suck
man, with few variations to his technique. Other than that bondage episode, he
rarely did anything adventurous. She got up onto her knees and licked first
one, then the other. His sigh told her that he responded very well to this. His
fingers entwined in her thick blonde mane, and she unbuckled his large belt,
and unbuttoned his trousers. She licked and bit down lightly on his nipples as
she eased his zipper down. He kicked off his shoes, and she licked and nibbled
her way down to the waistband of his briefs. His fingers found the buttons of
her shirt and he gently unbuttoned each one, and traced the flesh that appeared
after each button fell away. She looked into his face and wondered at the
fierce determination in his tensed jaw.

"You have beautiful eyes," she murmured.

"Shh! I'm concentrating!" he told her.

She laughed and allowed him to slide the blouse from her shoulders. His fingers
trailed along her shoulders and eased the straps down. Light touches along her
upper arms, and she shivered. His fingers followed around to her back, and he
fumbled for her bra clasps.

"In the front," she sighed, and eased his trousers down. He stepped out of the
trousers, and she glimpsed at the baggy briefs. It was a good thing that they
were baggy, his erection stretched them out tremendously in front. The outline
of his testicles showed them to be large, and she wanted to take them into her
mouth, lave her tongue over the flesh, and feel them on her lips and tongue. He
eased her bra off, and his maddeningly slow and gentle caresses of her breasts
began. She knew she'd have at least two orgasms before he even got her jeans
off, if he continued with this slow, deliberate touching. He finally left her
breasts, her nipples full to the point of bursting, and smoothed his entire
hands over her fluttering belly. He cupped both breasts again, and her first
orgasm broke through the walls of her pussy when his thumb and forefingers
pinched down lightly on her nipples. He traced down again, and she eased his
briefs off, freeing his erection. Her eyes went wide; he sported at least ten
inches of manhood, at least two and a half inches around. He stepped out of his
shorts, and she took his uncircumcised penis in her hands. His fingers reached
the waist of her jeans, and she trembled as his fingers went around from front
to back and front again.

"Your body is beautiful," he whispered.

"So is yours," she whispered back.

He gently unbuttoned her jeans, and she trembled in her second orgasm when his
fingers eased the zipper down. She released his penis and slipped her sandals
off of her feet. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet.
She stood on her bed and let him lower her jeans and panties. His mouth found
her breasts and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he nuzzled and lightly
bit her full breasts. He picked her up and lowered her to the bed, and she
kicked off the jeans and panties. Reaching for his penis, she pulled him down
on the bed, and licked and nibbled her way down to his cock, which was dripping
precum. She lovingly licked all around it, savoring the sweaty smell of his
pubic hair, and delighting in his strokes along her spine and buttocks. She
took one heavy testicle into her mouth and he groaned. She almost squealed when
his thick fingers found her sopping wet cunt and flicked her inner labia to and
fro. She took the other testicle into her mouth and sucked hard, her cheeks
caving in. She came a third time when two of his thick fingers entered her, and
his broad thumb pressed against her clitoris. She skinned back his foreskin and
engulfed the head of his prick in her mouth. The precum was oozing out, and she
savored the flavor of his juice. She stuck her tongue into the slit of his
cock, and licked frantically. With a grunt, he bucked his hips and thrust his
fingers deeply into her pussy. The first spurt of his semen coated her tongue,
and she swallowed. He continued to spurt violently, until it was finally small
driblets.

"Oh! I'm sorry," he moaned.

"Sorry? About what?" she asked.

"I didn't last longer," he moaned.

"Oh, that! That just means you'll last longer the second time," she giggled,
and snuggled up against him.

They kissed and stroked each other's bodies for a few moments, and then he
rolled her over on her back, and kissed and nibbled his way down her body. His
mouth seemed to be inexhaustible in its hunger for her flesh, and she was
squirming and thrashing by the time his mouth reached her vulva. He did as she
had done, licking and nuzzling all around before going in for the main course.
His tongue lapped along the gaping slit, and she gasped and shuddered as his
tongue made contact with her clitoris.

"Fuck me! Get in me!" she begged.

"I don't have any condoms," he whined.

"So what? Fuck, put it in me!" she gasped. "I'm on the pill."

His first thrust slid between her butt cheeks and she reached between them and
aimed it for her hungry pussy. His second thrust sank half of him into her, and
she groaned in delight. Even halfway in, he were filling her more than Timmy,
or any other lover ever had. The thickness was intense, and her cunt walls
gripped and rippled along the length of him. His third thrust sank him into her
to his balls, and she locked her legs around his back and held him tightly. She
was stretched, her eyes were open wide, and she could feel the head of his cock
against her cervix. After a moment, she relaxed her thigh muscles, and the
slow, laborious thrusts in and out began. She clamped her vaginal muscles down
on him and attempted to milk another spurting load of come from his heavy
balls. He didn't last very long, with her expertise, and with a grunt and
groan, she felt his hot, sticky come shoot deeply into her. She held him
tightly, and listened to his heartbeat and deep breathing. Finally he rolled
off of her and lay on his back.

"That was beautiful," she whispered into his ear.

"Yes it was," he agreed. "I think I like having a girlfriend."

"Oh, yeah?" she smiled.

"No, I think I like having you for a girlfriend," he corrected himself.

"Oh, yeah? Well, I think I like having you for a boyfriend," she said.

She frowned. Lindy wasn't going to like this one bit. She didn't know what to
do. She frowned even deeper. With a man's sticky sperm dripping out of her
stretched pussy, she was thinking about her female lover. Maybe her mom was
right. Maybe the love she and Lindy shared was a bit obsessive.

This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories.
You may also want to visit:
    * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites
    * Sexy_Top_100_Stories