by Carl East
“I’m sorry it didn’t work Karen,” he suddenly said, making his presence known.
“Who is that?”
“It’s Eric, a Student Nurse, I’ve been following your case, hoping to learn more about your condition,” he replied.
“Well, as you can see, the operation didn’t work.”
“I’m sure they will try again, these things are very difficult to put right,” he said, in an effort to give her hope.
“Yes, I’m sure they’ll try again; please forgive my foolishness,” she said, with a sniffle.
Eric placed his arm around her shoulder, squeezing slightly.
“It’s not foolish to want your sight back, it’s a God given right.”
She smiled at that, suddenly remembering all those less fortunate than herself. They talked for a while, with Karen opening up to this stranger, purely on the basis of liking his voice. Then she got an urge to feel his face, and asked if she could.
“Of course, if you’d like.”
She stood in front of him, then he guided her hands up to his face, and she felt the soft skin of his nose, not making out any blemishes. Then she moved around his cheeks, her fingers almost shaking as she realized he was smiling. She recognized it from the slight dimples in his cheeks.
“What are you smiling about?”
“You’re tickling me,” he said, laughing.
Karen laughed with him, touching his forehead with not a wrinkle in sight as it were.
“How old are you Eric, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Twenty-five,” he replied.
“You’re the same age as me, now that’s a coincidence.”
They talked for a while longer, and then the Doctor came back, asking if everything was all right.
“Yes, Eric here has made me see, in the rhetorical sense, that I still have a chance to get my sight back, I thank you Eric,” she said, groping for the door.
She left after that, joining her faithful guide dog Ben, then returned home.
She visited the hospital twice a week from that moment on, taking the tests, and clinging onto hope, that they would one-day return her sight for her. She liked to meet with Eric whenever she was in the hospital, and on occasion they would have lunch together. Then one day, three months after her failed operation, her front doorbell sounded, it was Eric.
After inviting him in, Eric informed her that there was a specialist in town, he was here from Africa, and was leading the way in eye operations.
“He wants to see you, tomorrow morning.”
Karen was so excited she flung her arms around him, telling him that she had two wishes, the first was to be able to see and second for Eric to be the first she saw. Then she kissed him, but realized that he wasn’t ready for it, for she caught his cheek instead of his lips.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to throw myself at you.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, finding her cheek with his right hand and stroking her soft skin.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long now, but I never had the guts.”
Karen reached out her hands taking hold of his face; she drew her lips up to meet his, they kissed long and hard, falling back into the couch they were sitting on. Then Eric began to get bolder, running his hands down her dress, feeling the shapely figure beneath. She didn’t resist, as his hands lightly brushed her breasts. She suddenly remembered that she hadn’t made love to another man since her last boyfriend, some three and a half years ago.
The kiss got more heated, as he drew her dress up her legs a little, feeling the softness of her thighs for the very first time. Her thoughts were of his after-shave which smelt wonderful, almost intoxicating in its scent. Karen ran her hands down to his chest, undoing the buttons as she reached them.
Then she felt his hand brushing against her panties, as he reached for the elastic and pulled them expertly down. The heat of that moment would remain in her mind for a very long time. Once her panties were off, his hands returned to her thighs making her squirm in anticipation.
She felt his fingers touching her pussy and realized for the first time how wet she had become in just a short while. His fingers probed the opening, touching her clitoris that sent her wild with lust. Desperate to feel his manhood in her hands, she was having trouble taking his pants off.
He suddenly interceded, pulling them down himself, thereby freeing his erect penis. She felt it for the first time, feeling utterly amazed at how big he was. She had only ever seen two men’s private parts and neither one was as big as this. She judged it to be about eight to nine inches in length, as she moved her hands up from the base to the tip.
Eric moaned softly as she fondled his member and found himself dropping as Karen pushed him back into the couch. Guiding his hardened tool with her hands, she lowered her head until she was able to take it into her mouth.
“Oh Karen, that feels so good,” he murmured, as she tried to engulf as much as she could.
“Mmmmm…”she muttered.
Eric moved his arms out of the way, making sure he wasn’t impeding her, as he felt her lips encircle his cock. She moved up and down with a purpose, making him moan out loud with the sensations he was feeling. Then she brought her hand into play, rubbing him up and down in time with her mouth.
He wasn’t going to last long at this rate, and told her as much, not wanting to cum in her mouth, but she ignored him. Then his seed shot out the end, hitting the roof of her mouth, and forcing her to either take it out, or swallow, she chose to swallow, much to Eric’s delight.
By the time she’d finished, he was feeling totally spent, but able to carry on, until she surprised him by saying that she like to wait until she could see him. He understood, but told her that she may be unimpressed with what she sees.
“If by that, you mean I might not like you, you’d be dead wrong, I know how I feel about you without having to see you,” she said, hugging his bare chest.
The following days were all about tests, and then the visit by the specialist.
“I think my dear, I can restore your sight, if not in two eyes then at least in one, and I would like the opportunity to try sometime tomorrow,” he told her.
Karen was very excited, and when she spoke with Eric again, she asked that he be present when she came round. He agreed, telling her that he wouldn’t miss it for the world.
The next day Karen started to feel very nervous, mainly because she so wanted to see Eric, but partly because she wanted this to be behind her, and not rule her life.
Suddenly the moment came and she was being readied for anesthesia, her last thoughts wandering to the night she held her lover in her arms, then suddenly she was coming around again and heard voices next to the bed.
“Come on Karen, you can wake up now,” said a familiar voice.
“Is it over?” she asked, reaching for her bandage.
“Hold on Karen, let me do that,” said the Doctor.
He then started to remove the bandages, until finally he’d taken them off. Karen slowly opened her eyes, suddenly blinded by the light coming through the window. She focused, taking in her surroundings, and realized she could see with both eyes.
“It worked, but where’s Eric?” she said frantically.
“He’s just outside; he’s feeling very nervous because there’s something he never told you.”
Karen got out of the bed, saying she must see him, then walked to the door and looked around the corner. Eric had his back to her as she called his name, then he turned around. Karen looked at him with stunned surprise, for he was clearly blind.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” she said, embracing him with both arms.
“I have lived with this condition all my life, for unlike you I was born with it. So I’ve grown knowing that I will never see, but seeing a chance to have someone I care about getting something I can never have, was almost as good as getting it myself.”
“I love you Eric,” said Karen, as the tears rolled down her face.
/>
“I’m so pleased to hear you say that Karen, for I have loved you from the first day we met.”
They hugged each other in the middle of the hospital corridor, completely oblivious to their surroundings, but so madly in love.
The End
A Special Guy
Norman was well liked in college, he had many talents that people appreciated, but of all the things that made him stand out from the crowd, the one that stood out the most was his height. Norman stood at seven foot and ten inches, and held the country’s record for the tallest man. Being just eighteen, it hadn’t always been a blessing, for he could remember the times when he’d bashed his head against doorframes vividly.
He excelled at some sports such as basketball, and academically he was no slouch, the only area that let him down however was with the opposite sex, he was quite frankly hopeless. He just didn’t know how to communicate, and on the rare occasions that he built up enough courage to talk to a female, he generally fluffed his lines.
What Norman didn’t know, was that a certain female whose name was Anna had admired him for some time now, she knew how the opposite sex affected him. She so wanted to get him alone for just a short while, and tried everything she could think of to bring him out of his shell. Then she had an idea; she reasoned that if a frontal attack wouldn’t work then how about a friendly approach.
She would become his friend, in the hopes that he would feel a little more comfortable around girls, but especially with her. Over the coming weeks, whenever she bumped into him by accident or design, she would talk to him as a friend. This seemed to work, for the more they met and chatted the more he felt comfortable, but he still wasn’t showing much interest in her feminine side.
Then one day they were together at one of the many parties that were held on campus, this was the perfect opportunity for Anna to dress up a little, just to show him what he was missing. She wore a low cut tight fitting dress, that showed her curves in all the right places, wore a perfume that always turned heads and ruby red lipstick just for the finishing touch.
She felt dressed and ready to kill, as the saying goes. She knew she’d got it right when she entered the room, for suddenly all heads were turned towards her. She made a beeline for Norman, who at this moment had his back to her. Reaching up and tapping him on the shoulder, then asking if he was going to get her a drink, she waited for him to notice her.
When he did his mouth stayed slightly open, looking her up and down then blushing out the words, what would you like? She told him she’d have whatever brews that were floating around, knowing that someone would have several cases stashed somewhere in the house. They chatted for quite sometime that night, with Anna making sure she didn’t have too much drink, and then when others seemed to be pairing up and going off to do their thing, she asked him a question.
“Norman, why have you never hit on me?”
“I would never hit a lady,” he replied, in all innocence.
“No silly, I mean why have you never come on to me, you know, try to kiss me?”
Whether it was the drink he’d consumed, or the closeness he now felt for Anna he uncharacteristically opened up.
“I have wanted to for a long time, but as you know I’m not that good around women, I’ve tried to work on my communication skills or lack there of, but it has been my hardest lesson.”
“Kiss me Norman,” she suddenly said, taking him by surprise.
He leaned forward and down being a good two-foot above her, then touched her lips with his own. She flung her hands around his neck, giving him a good hard kiss that seemed to make him melt, for suddenly his hands were around her waist and squeezing in an affectionate way. Their kiss became softer, with their lips barely touching, and time seemed to freeze for those few seconds.
She pulled her head away, looking up into his eyes she then whispered something, to which he just nodded. Anna took his hand leading him up the stairs, then looked for an empty room. Once they’d found one she locked the door, and turned to her captive audience.
“I’m feeling very nervous at this moment Anna, I’ve never done this before,” he admitted.
“I know, just relax Norman, I promise you won’t regret it,” she replied, starting to undress in front of him.
He watched as she expertly slipped out of her dress, stepping out of it and leaving it on the floor, her body a beautiful tanned and voluptuous sculpture that even God would be proud to see. The bulge appearing in Norman’s pants was becoming more than evident, as she removed her bra, allowing her ample breasts to bob up and down slightly as they were freed.
Stepping up closer to him, she reached for his pants, first unbuckling them, then unzipping his fly, and pulling them down. His cock craved attention as she stood back up; Anna ran her hand over the bulge.
“Ah…that feels good,” he said, looking down.
“You are a big boy aren’t you,” she replied, slipping her hand down into his underwear.
His cock pulsed, as he felt her hand surround it, then jerked once again as she suddenly pulled his briefs down.
“Oh my god,” she said, as she straightened up again.
His cock was in proportion to the rest of him, she estimated at least eleven inches long, as she slowly rubbed her hands over the full length. Licking her lips she looked down to view what she now held, and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It wasn’t just big in length; it was also fairly thick in circumference.
She got to her knees, taking Norman by surprise; she ran her tongue around the ridge of his cock. He was watching every move, his face a picture of sheer bliss as she attempted to take it into her mouth. Her hot breath surrounded his tool, as she managed at least six inches into the back of her throat.
“Oh god, oh my god, that feels so good,” he said, closing his eyes.
Anna brought her hands up, holding onto his cock, while she began to give him the best blowjob he would ever know. Her tongue seemed to be all over it, as she thrust her head back and forth. Then taking one hand away she played with his ball sack, turning him on even more.
Something happened to Anna at this point, which had never happened before; she started to cum, just from the anticipation of feeling this man’s cock inside her pussy. Her orgasm was an indication of what was to come, as she continued to concentrate on what she was doing, however difficult.
He may have been a virgin in technical terms, but he had masturbated before, so he recognized the fact that he was about to ejaculate. He warned her by shouting he was going to cum, but this didn’t stop Anna, in fact it made her even more animated. Holding his cock with both hands again, she moved them in time with her mouth, and then felt the sudden surge.
He came with such a force that she choked as it hit the back of her throat, but she rallied valiantly to take the second load without a murmur. His knees wobbled as he came. His cock kept spurting a third and then a forth time; he looked down, not believing that she was taking it all. Then she stood up, keeping hold of his semi-hard cock and working her brand of magic on it.
Stepping back one pace she pulled her panties down, revealing a cleanly shaved pussy that glistened with moisture. His cock began to move again, standing to attention as she unbuttoned his shirt, then pushed him back on the bed. Climbing on top of him, she gripped his cock as she reached behind and guided it to her love nest.