BLIND LEADING BLIND

             Chapter 2


		  By Sagacious			

			

On Sunday evening Diane and I were on the sofa in the front room.
She was lying with her head on my lap and I was reading to her.

This was a more recent addition to the books she had gotten from
the library, but wasn't available on tape. In fact most of the
books in the series weren't on tape and I had promised to read
them to her.

There was a knock on the door and after receiving permission,
Madge Ward came in.

"Hello kids, I just came to take Diane home."

I reached down and caressed Diane's neck and shoulder.

"Do you want to go home tonight dear, or would you rather I take
you on my way to work tomorrow?"

"I probably should go tonight Aaron, I would most likely make you
late for work if I stay."

"Okay kid, but how about a date Wednesday night?"

"That sounds like fun."

"Now remember what I said about leading her on Aaron," said
Madge.

"I'm not leading her on Madge. We already decided that making her
pregnant would be reserved for the weekends, but I would like to
get to know the mother of my child a little better, and dates are
much better for that than sex."

"I won't have a lot of time available soon because I'm going back
to school.  I'm taking computer courses at night to see if I
can't get a better job."

"What brought that about?" Madge wanted to know.

"I intend to play a part in my child's life and I don't want him
or her to be embarrassed by having a warehouse slug for a
father."

"Well Aaron, that is very admirable and I'm sure that my husband
will be pleased, but I still think you are putting too much into
this."

"That's up to me and Diane, isn't it Madge?"

That shut her up and she and Diane left me in a suddenly lonely
house.

Wednesday night after work I went over to the Ward's and knocked
on the door.

Mr. Ward opened the door for me and said that Diane would be
right down.

"Madge told me what you said to her Sunday.  I think you have the
right idea and I want you to go for it. Your child will profit
greatly by your example."

"Thank you sir, your approval means a lot to me."

Just then Diane came down the stairs wearing a shiny gold blouse
and a pair of new jeans.  She had on white flat shoes with no
socks. She looked quite good to me, much better than she had last
week.

"Hello Aaron, where are we going tonight?"

"I thought we would go out for a nice meal, and play it by ear
from there."

"Sounds good to me, lets go."

Diane said good night to her folks and I helped her out to my
truck.

While we were eating we talked about where we would like to go
next.

Surprisingly, her suggestion was a movie. She said that she liked
the sound of the movie speakers and could really get a sense of
the picture if I was able to talk quietly to her.

We sat near the rear of the theater and there was no one nearby
to hear as I talked quietly into her ear.

After about an hour the movie was beginning to get a little
boring and Diane perked things up by reaching over and pulling
down my zipper.  She felt inside my pants and pulled my cock out
into the air.

I had never done something like this before and was quite nervous
thinking that surely someone would see and complain to the
manager.

Diane was blissfully unaware of this and proceeded to jack me off
while pretending to pay attention to the movie. She leaned over
and stuck her tongue in my ear.

I was having all I could do to continue describing to her what
was happening on the screen while the sensations in my groin were
intensifying.

Pretty soon the point of no return approached and I wondered what
she was going to do with the resultant mess.


As I tried my best to remain quiet Diane simply pointed my dick
at her box of popcorn and coated it with my sperm.

"I told you I wanted extra butter" she said and popped a few
kernels in her mouth, "MMMMM good."

"I'll get you back for this" I said.

After the movie things went along as normal.  We kissed goodnight
on her porch and she said that she would be over to my place
Saturday morning for our weekly bowling.

I gave her a key to my back door and asked her to wake me with a
kiss.

Saturday morning I was sleeping when some strange sensations
started vying for my attention.

I sat up and saw Diane down by my waist, sucking on my dick.  I
had morning wood and she was about to get a surprise.

"I'm going to cum pretty soon dear."

She lifted her head and said, "That's okay. I want to taste your
sperm straight from the source."

"But then it won't be able to perform its assigned duties in your
womb."

"Won't you be able to do it again today?"

"Well sure, but not right away."

"That's okay, we have all weekend."

Diane then put her head back down and really got busy.  She
sucked harder and harder till I thought she would bust a vein.
Her hand pumped up and down on the few inches she was unable to
swallow and my orgasm was approaching fast.

"Here it is, take it all babe, take it all."

With that I spurted into her mouth four or five good blasts of
spunk and she tried valiantly to keep it all in, but after the
third blast she was beginning to choke and had to pull her head
back. The rest splatted right on her nose and chin before
dwindling and coating the top of her chest or just running down
my dick onto the bed.

She leaned forward and licked what she could get off my cock and
balls and kind of snuggled up to my soft member.

"My turn," I said, "get undressed and put that furry little pussy
on my face."

Diane backed up and took her T-shirt off and pulled down her
shorts and panties and stepped out of them.  She had already
kicked her shoes off and was standing there naked. It was odd to
watch her get undressed because she always folded her clothes and
placed them carefully on the chair near the foot of the bed.

"Why do you do that?” I asked. “Why do you always fold your
clothes and put them on the chair?”

"Because that is the only way I will be able to find them again.
Blind people can't afford to be sloppy," she said, "objects
placed where I don't expect them to be cause accidents and
injuries."

"While I am staying here you must always put things back in the
same places Aaron."

"Yes dear, now the place for your pussy is here on my face."

Diane moved to the bed and slowly climbed up till she was
straddling my head.

For the first time I got a good look at her cunt. The hair
stopped just at the top of her slit and the lips hung down a bit.
The labia were fleshy and a slight brown in color with bright
pink showing in between.  She was already wet from blowing me and
as she lowered herself down my tongue reached out and I started
licking up and down on either side of her vagina, never quite
touching the clit but blowing lightly on it instead.  Her
breathing started to get ragged and she was moving in tiny jerks
trying to get me to touch her clit. I kept avoiding it and
instead moved down to the taint and light touched her brown
rosebud with my tongue. I would lick into the slit and then move
back down to her asshole, pressing the tip of my tongue further
in each time. I had read about this but never done it before, and
it was very exciting. Diane moaned louder and louder each time I
touched her bud and then when I finally went for her clitoris,
she arched her back and screamed, "OH yes, yes, lick it, lick it
harder, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

She said this three of four times, then abruptly collapsed onto
my chest, moving her pussy out of my reach.

"OOh, that was nasty Aaron."

"What?"

"Putting your tongue in my ass."

"I thought it might be too, but I wanted to try, and your
reaction made it okay with me. Anything which can make you feel
that good can't be bad."

"Well maybe I'll try it sometime."

"That is up to you dear. Don't do anything that makes you feel
uncomfortable. All we are doing is for pleasure, and it's only
pleasing if we both like it."

I rolled her off of me and she moved around and lay back with her
legs spread wide.  She grabbed both of her legs behind the knees
and pulled them up to her chest.

"Here you go lover, get on here and fuck me now."

I mounted her and slid my cock into her cunt with one smooth
motion.

Placing her legs over my shoulders and my arms on either side of
her on the bed I pumped slowly in and out and as the lubrication
and her excitement increased I sped up.

Diane was matching me thrust for thrust and soon a low moan began
in her chest and got increasingly louder as the tempo increased.

Soon I was pounding into her pussy with all my power and her
vaginal muscles were clenching me and making it harder and harder
to withdraw.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming." I said.

"Do it Aaron, Fill me up with your cum. Put a bastard in my
womb."

And then we were both orgasming for what seemed like forever. I
pumped blast after blast of semen into her pussy and her own
juices combined with it to make a mess between us. The last
couple of thrusts were slow and there were squelching sounds
coming from our crotches.

As we finished I turned into a 69 and we cleaned each other off
with our mouths.

We lay on our backs and tried to catch our breath.

"That was great, but I can't keep that kind of activity up
without some sustenance" I said.

"Well why don't we get a couple of biscuits on the way to the
bowling alley, and then do some shopping for food that requires
very little preparation.  That way we can have meals without
having to get dressed or leave for the rest of the weekend."

I told Diane that that was a great Idea and that is how our
second week of breeding Diane began.

I didn’t give Diane any new bowling techniques to work on this
week. She needed to make the ones she already had work without
having to think about it first. Diane didn’t make many strikes
because her ball rolled slowly. As she got more confident I would
work with her to increase the roll speed and power. Her scores
were already up to a 120 average and getting better. It would be
interesting to get into a mixed doubles league with her.

That Wednesday I again took Diane out on a date, but this time I
was going to get even with her for the last one.

I bought her a long dress to wear for our date. It was bright
yellow and buttoned all the way up the front.

I told her when I gave her the dress not to wear panties with it.
I told her that the dress was very tight and the panty lines
would show.

When we got to the theater after dinner, we sat in the same seats
as before, but this time the theater was more crowded and there
were other couples sitting near us.

I had purposely chosen a romantic movie, which would be fairly
quiet. This gave me two plusses. One was that I wouldn't be able
to talk much without disturbing those people near us, and two was
that I wouldn't have to pay much attention to the movie.

After about 30 minutes I put my plan into action.  I first
unbuttoned four buttons right above her pussy, and then proceeded
to reach in and finger her slit. In the dark theater no one could
see what I was doing and at first Diane didn't object. In fact
she spread her legs apart and gave me free access to her
womanhood.

The longer I worked on her cunt the more uncomfortable Diane
became. She was as wet as I had ever felt her to be and the
harder I rubbed her clit and the closer she got to cumming, the
harder it was for her to be quiet. When she finally had her
orgasm she had to put both hands over her mouth to try to keep
the sound in. Her popcorn lay forgotten and spilled in the seat
next to her and she slumped down and tried to control her
breathing.

"I told you I would get you back," I whispered in her ear, "and
unless I miss my guess, the flood of liquid from your pussy has
made a big wet spot on the back of your dress."  While I said
this I was rebuttoning her dress.  "Everyone who sees that will
snicker to themselves, I know what she was doing, they'll say."

"Okay Aaron, you win, no more pranks on dates."

"Deal."

During the week I had been going over to the Ward's and reading
my books to Diane. We screwed almost non-stop from Saturday
afternoon till Sunday night, with the occasional early before
bowling bout, but the weekdays were for non-sex stuff.

I continued giving Diane tips and bowling with her every
Saturday. By now she had increased her average by another 20
pins. I taught her how to turn her wrist to direct the ball into
slight curves. She was much too weak to get much of a hook, but
she could change the impact point by as much as 6 inches just by
holding her hand at a different angle as she threw the ball.
Holding the ball with the thumb pointed at the pins gave her a
straight ball. By turning her hand to the left so that the
opening between her thumb and first finger was pointed at the
pins gave her ball a slight curve to the left. Turning her hand
to the right and pointing the heel of her hand at the pins gave
her ball an equal curve to the right, what is known as a Brooklyn
curve. Using this technique gave her the advantage of being able
to keep her approach and throw the same on everything but the 7
or 10 pin. Each of those required its own approach, but that
still left her with only three different shots to be able to hit
all the pins. Not having to vary the approach meant that she was
a lot more accurate on spare shots; these are the ones that make
for a good average. Strikes are what everyone strives for, but
spares are what keep your score up.

I was due to start night school next week, and I realized that I
would not be able to read to her as often as I had been. It was
good for me as well as her, I gained new insights into the books
as I read them aloud to her and enjoyed it immensely, but it was
mostly for her and I hated to deny her the pleasure.

I decided that I would hire a reader for 3 nights a week when I
couldn't do it.

I placed an ad online, but didn't get any hits and had to start
school without a reader for Diane.

The second night I was sitting in the cafeteria between classes
and saw a girl I recognized from high school sitting by herself
at a small table near the back.

Her name was Justine Burns, and I remembered her to be an
extremely tall and gangly teenager, who was even more unpopular
than I was in school. She had a long narrow face, and always wore
her plain brown hair in a large bun.  She dressed in clothing too
big for her that was baggy and plain.

What caught my attention tonight was the book she was reading
while she ate. It was the same one I was reading to Diane.

I went over to her and asked if I could sit down.

She looked up at me with a scared expression and said "what?"

"May I sit with you?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"I noticed what you were reading and wanted to talk to you."

She looked down at her book then back up at me and said, "Okay.
Sit."

I pulled the chair out and said, "That is one of my favorite
authors and series. Anne just makes me feel that Pern and Dragons
must be real."

"I know what you mean, this is the second time I have read this
one."

"How would you like to earn money for reading it?"

"What do you mean? This wouldn't entail anything illegal would
it?"

"No, of course not. I just need someone to read this book and
others to a friend of mine who is blind."

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

"I have been and still do, but I work all day and am going to
school at night so I don't have much time anymore and she enjoys
the reading so much I don't want her to miss out on it.  I need
some help and I figure someone who likes the same kind of books
that we do will work best."

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"No, she is a friend for whom I am doing a favor. Why?"

"I just wouldn't want her to be uncomfortable, that’s all."

"Thank you for being considerate of her. Does that mean you will
be willing to help me?"

"I'll give it a trial. If it works out I'll be glad to do it."

Then she looked at me a little more closely and said "Aren't you
Aaron Wilson?"

"Yes."

"I thought I recognized you. Where have you been since school?"

"I did a tour in the Army and have just been vegetating since
then. This night school is my attempt to better myself.  My
friend Diane is responsible for this, so I owe her."

"How is she responsible?"

"It is a long story and involves the favor I am doing for her. If
she wants to, she can tell you about it, but I can't."

"Oh boy," Justine said, "a mystery. I can't wait to meet her."

"What evenings or days are you free to read to her?"

"I’m available most weekdays and weekends. I'm not going to
school here; I was just taking in a lecture for my job. I work in
an insurance company as a secretary.  The boss paid for it so I
had to go, but now I'm glad I did."

"Could you come over Friday night to meet Diane and set up a
schedule? I don't have a class on Fridays so that would be the
best time for me to set it up." I pulled out a sheet of paper and
wrote the address on it. “Here is her address; we will be there
from about six o’clock on.”

"I'll be there about 7pm; is that all right?"

"That will be fine. See you then, I've got to get back to class."

"Okay Aaron, see you then."

Friday night at 7 I was standing in front of Diane's house
waiting for Justine to arrive. I had talked to Diane about this
and she thought I had a good idea, even though she was
disappointed that I couldn't keep reading to her.

Just as I was beginning to think that she might not show, Justine
drove up in a Ford explorer and parked in front of the house. As
she got out and walked up to me I realized just how tall she was.


At the cafeteria she had never stood up, and now I saw that she
was taller than me.  I stood just over six feet and she topped me
by 3 or 4 inches.

I took her inside and introduced her to Tom and Madge Ward, and
then to Diane.

Justine seemed a little hesitant at first, but Diane quickly put
her at ease by telling her how much she liked the books I had
been reading to her and then they got into a discussion about
dragons and such and I just seemed to be alone in their company.

I went on home and left them to it.

Diane called later and said that Justine would be reading to her
Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, unless something came up at her
job. She also said that Justine refused payment for this. She
said that it would be fun and she would feel guilty if she took
money for it.

I couldn't believe my luck. I took the ad out of the online
bulletin board and then went to bed to wait for Diane to wake me
up in the morning.

Things went along smoothly for a month, and then Diane told me
one Sunday morning while we were cuddling after sex that she
thought that I should ask Justine for a date.

"You want me to do what?"

"I want you to ask Justine for a date. I think she likes you and
she is very lonely. She says that she has never been on a date
and has never even been asked. She is just too nice a person to
have that happen to her."

"What makes you think she would be willing?"

"I told you, she likes you and she is lonely."

"Why should I want to date her when I have you?"

"Two reasons Aaron. One, you have me for now, but we have agreed
that it is not permanent.  Two, if you don't ask my new friend
Justine for a date, you won't have me anymore."

"Hand me the phone please." I knew by then that Diane did not
know how to bluff. If I didn't do what she wanted, I would be
alone again.

When I called, her roommate answered. I immediately took a
dislike to this girl. "Who?" she asked, "You want to talk to
horse face? What in ever for?"

"I want to ask her for a date," I said testily, "Now please put
her on."

"Alright, but boy you must either be desperate or a real loser."

As Justine picked up the phone I told her that her roommate was
not very nice.

"Hello Aaron and yes I know. She is a real bitch, but that is how
she was raised and can't help herself."

"Well, I think I might be able to help her with a few swats on
her fat ass."

"I'd pay top dollar to see that, but forget about her. Why did
you call?"

"I wanted to know if you would like to see "Starship Troopers"
Friday night."

"You mean go together?"

"No, I mean go with me on a date."

"Why?"

"Because I think that I would like to get to know you better.
Diane says that you are very nice to her, and that means a lot to
me."

"Well Diane also recommends you and I trust her now, so okay. Do
you want to pick me up or meet me at the theater?"

"Oh I'll pick you up for dinner first, the movie later."

"You mean a real date?"

"Of course a real date. What other kind is there?"

"Well there are pity dates."

"We don't talk about such things around me.  When Diane gets too
remorseful and morose I have been known to spank her."

"Well I wouldn't want that, at least I don't think I do."

"Great, I'll pick you up at six o'clock Friday night. Dress nice
but not formal."

I hung up the phone and said to Diane. "Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes. Now you be sure to do your best to get in her pants. Use
all your charm to make her want you to take her cherry. She has
been holding on to it for way too long."

"Wow.  Just a couple of months ago you were a virgin and now you
are trying to set up everyone else to be sex fiends."

"Not sex fiends, just sexual beings.”

Friday night I showed up at Justine's apartment dressed in a
sport jacket and slacks with a dark t-shirt underneath. Shades of
Don Johnson, but with a small spare tire.

Justine's roommate answered the doorbell wearing cutoffs and a
stained white undershirt that showed her full but sagging tits.
The nipples were poking out and quite visible through the thin
garment.

"Are you the jerk who wants to date old horse face?"

"No bitch, I'm the man who is taking Justine out, your date just
puked in the gutter and crapped his pants. He'll be right up."

The look on her face was precious. Her jaw dropped and her eyes
bugged out and she let out a gurgle as if she couldn't remember
how to talk.

She was saved from having to by Justine. She came up to the door
and I took her hand and led her away.

"What did you say to Susan?" She asked.

When I told her what had happened she burst out laughing.

"I know that I'll have to pay for that when I get home, but it
will be worth it."

"I'm sorry if I got you in trouble, Justine, but I couldn't stand
for her to insult you. You are the most beautiful girl I have
ever dated and I am proud to be able to go out with you."

That may seem to be a bit disingenuous when I had described
Justine before in less than stellar terms, but when she prepared
for tonight, she changed. She had dressed in a pure white summer
dress with narrow straps, which showed off her broad shoulders
and long neck, and the length was short enough to let me see an
awful lot of leg. She had more leg below her dress than most
women have at all, and I definitely was a leg man. Well-turned
legs and slender ankles are what I always look for in a woman,
and Justine had them in spades; but the most spectacular feature
was her hair. She had finally taken it out of the bun and it hung
down over her left shoulder with a single gold barrette clasped
level with her neck. Her hair seemed to ripple with highlights
and hung all the way to within a few inches of the hem of her
dress. When the hair was done up in a bun her face looked long,
but with the hair hanging down it brought her face into
proportion, and I was captivated.

I was disappointed that she was wearing flat shoes instead of
heels, and asked her why.

"I don't own any heels," she said, "mother always told me that I
shouldn't wear heels because men didn't want a woman who was
taller than them. It would just make them uncomfortable."

"I'm not most men. I like the looks of a woman's leg in heels and
you are taller than most guys even without the heels. I don't
have enough of an ego to be bothered by you being taller than me;
in fact it's a bit of a turn-on."

"Okay, I'll see if I can get a pair if we go out again."

Our date went very well. I ignored Diane's advice because I
really didn't know how to seduce a woman. I had never had any
practice and I didn't want to scare Justine off by getting too
bold.

When we got back to her place, I pulled her close for a kiss, and
at first I thought that she would pull away, but then she relaxed
and let me kiss her. A chaste kiss with no tongue, I figured that
would be going too fast.

The next morning Diane woke me up by jumping onto the bed and
screaming. "Where is she?  Why isn't Justine here?"

"Quiet down, Diane. Justine isn't here because she wasn't
interested in me that much. It was just a first date and all we
did is talk and one kiss."

"What do you mean she wasn't interested in you?  That's all she
has been able to talk about for the last 3 weeks. I wanted you to
get her into bed so she would get onto another subject. You just
didn't try hard enough."

"I don't know how to seduce someone, Diane. I've never had the
opportunity."

"You had it last night and you blew it. She would have jumped at
the chance to get in bed with you if you had just given her an
opening."

"Why didn't you tell me that yesterday when it would have made a
difference?"

"I shouldn't have needed to. And I thought I was blind, you have
given sightless a new definition."

At that point I just stopped talking and started to withdraw into
myself. I was hurt and didn't know what to do. It seemed to me
that Diane was asking too much. I didn't understand women at all
and never had. That's one reason I had always been so lonely.

When I got quiet I think Diane realized that she had gone too
far. She moved up and tried cuddling to me, but I was stiff. Then
she started to cry and I melted. Crying women always threw me
into left field. I never knew what to do.

I hugged her close and told her it was okay. “I’m not mad at you,
Diane; I’m just confused. What should I have done differently?”

"I don't know Aaron; you probably did everything as a gentleman
would and she didn't know how to act without turning you off."

After that we made up and had a lovemaking session that hit a few
new heights.

We got cleaned up and went and did our normal Saturday morning
bowling thing. I was working on my game as well as hers. I was
trying to find a piece of music I could use to keep the pace of
my approach constant. Diane had noticed that sometimes I would
approach the pins faster than other times. When I went faster the
ball went faster as well and would not get a strike. She said
that she knew when I got a strike because my ball would make a
very distinctive sound when it hit the pins; a kind of an
explosion. She would tell me when it was a strike and she was
very rarely wrong. There would be an occasional ten pin tap, but
she was right most of the time. When she told me about the pace
and demonstrated that she could tell from it whether I would have
a good hit or a bad one, I had to listen. It was hard to refute a
blind girl telling you what was going to happen just by listening
to your approach. I was trying to find a piece of music I could
play in my head that was just the right speed to control my
steps. This week I was using “Easy Living” by Uriah Heep. It was
a little fast, so I would try something else next week. I was
hoping to get my average up over 200 and then join a league with
Diane. We could join a blind league the Lion’s Club had going
now, but I wanted to get Diane into a regular league. The blind
league used gutter protectors and Diane didn’t need them, she was
really quite good now, and I wanted to show her off. Just the
comments we would get would be worth the entrance fees.

After lunch we were relaxing in the front room. Diane was lying
on the couch in a terrycloth robe and nothing else, with her head
on my lap while I read to her, when there was a knock on the
door.

I got up to see who it was, and there was Justine.

"Hello, Justine, what can I do for you?"

"Hello, Aaron, I wanted to talk to Diane and her mother said she
was over here."

"Sure thing, come on in. I was just reading to her."

She entered the room and walked over to Diane, who had sat up on
the couch when she heard who was at the door.

"Could we talk for a bit, Diane?"

"Certainly dear; do you want Aaron to give us some privacy?"

"If you don't mind, Aaron."

“No, it’s all right, I need to go to the store and get something
to fix for dinner. I should be back in about an hour.”

“That will be long enough and I hope I’m not putting you out
any.”

 “No problem, Justine.” I kissed Diane and went out to my truck
and left them alone.

Diane later told me what went on after I left.

"What is it, Justine? Is there a problem? Was Aaron too forceful
last night? Did he make you uncomfortable?"

"No, it isn't that. I don't think I can see either of you
anymore."

"Oh no, that asshole, he ruined a good thing. Well it is probably
my fault. I put him up to it."

"What do you mean you put him up to it, Diane?"

"I told him to ask you out."

Justine was starting to get a little hot about then. "What do you
mean you told him to? And what is going on with you two?  I get
to your house and your mother tells me that you are over here,
and I find you laying on his lap a bathrobe. Are you two having
sex or something? What kind of girl do you think I am? I was
coming over here to tell you that I liked Aaron too much to keep
from getting serious, and then I find that you are already
sleeping with him."

"Wait a minute, Justine. Hear me out before you get too upset."

"I'll try because I really do like you, but it is going to take a
lot to make me calm down."

"First of all, what has Aaron told you about our relationship?"

"He said that you were a friend for whom he was doing a favor. I
figured he meant the reading."

"No dear, the reading is just something he wants to do for me.
The favor is to get me pregnant."

"What did you say?"

"I said that the favor Aaron was doing for me was to get me
pregnant.  I told him that I didn't want to die alone and a
virgin and trapped him into trying to help. When I begged, and I
do mean begged, him to fuck me and take my cherry, he already
liked me some and I figured he wouldn't want to crush my feelings
by refusing. Mom and Dad picked him out for me and I ruthlessly
used his goodwill and basic niceness to seduce him. He really
didn't have much choice in the matter."

"Do you love him?"

"Yes, I do, but not that way. I couldn't help but love him as
nice as he has been to me, but I'm not in love with him, and he's
not in-love with me either. That's why I wanted him to date you.
He deserves to have someone to love and to have her love him, and
I hoped you might want the job."

"I don't know if I can accept this, it is just so strange. You
are trying to get pregnant by him, yet you want him to fall for
me to be happy. That is just too strange."

"When I think of it that way, I guess you are right. But let's
get back to basics. Why were you so upset when you realized that
we were getting it on? Were you thinking of trying the naked
mambo with him yourself?"

"I can't believe you just said that, Diane. Aren't you worried
that I might take him away from you?"

"He's not mine to hold onto, Justine. Aaron is his own master and
no one will tell him what to do. Did he tell you why he has gone
back to school?”

"He just said that he was trying to better himself and you had
something to do with it."

"He wants to be a part of our child's life. He wants his son or
daughter to be proud of their father and not think that he
abandoned them and me. Aaron wants to help make his child a good
person who is willing to look beyond the surface to see other
good people. People like you. Now why did you want to leave us?
Was he rude to you last night?"

"On the contrary, he was a total and complete gentleman. When I
moved his hand away from my leg he didn't try to inch it back, he
just accepted that I didn't want any close contact and didn't try
anymore. He let me be comfortable and didn't push at all."

"In other words he didn't try hard enough. He didn't make you
feel like he wanted to bed you."

"No, not really. You're right; he didn't make me feel wanted. He
made it seem like he was just going through the motions. No real
feeling behind them."

"Well what do you want to do now that you know the full story?"

"Do you think he would want to date me again Diane?"

"I'm sure of it. He just doesn't have enough experience with
women to be able to interpret the signs. The poor boy had very
few dates before he met me and said the only reason he wasn't a
virgin was because prostitution was legal in Germany.”

"Well, that was my first date and I had no idea what to do."

"Then the question is; do you want Aaron to be your first lover?
Would you like him to take your maidenhead?"

"Yes, I think I do. This damn virginity has been around too long
and I don't know of anyone I would rather give it to. But I'm
scared. What if he doesn't want it? What if he only asked me out
because you made him? What if he doesn't like me?"

"He is a horny young man. He does like you, he told me so. He
thought you didn't like him because you were so cold to him last
night. This morning he was full of self doubt and I thought I'd
have to rape him to get him out of his funk."

"Oh hell, I'm sorry, Diane. I was just so worried that I might
hurt you that I was afraid to let go and have fun with him."

"You don't have to worry about me. I have what I wanted."

"Do you mean you are pregnant?"

"As of six weeks ago. The doctor thinks I might have twins."

"Does Aaron know?"

"Not yet. I was afraid he wouldn't want to fuck anymore if he
knew, and after finally finding out what all the hoopla is about
sex, I don't want to give it up."

"Is he that good?"

"Oh boy is he. Every time I think it can't get any better, he
does something that sends me to a new level of pleasure."

"I'm sold, what do I do?"

"Just follow my lead when he gets back, I have an idea.

Just then I pulled into the drive, all unsuspecting about how my
life was set to change yet again.

I walked into the kitchen and placed the first of several bags of
groceries on the table.

Justine came into the kitchen leading Diane. The contrast between
them could not have been much more extreme. Diane was short and
dark haired while Justine was tall with light brown hair. The top
of Diane's head barely made it to the small bulges on Justine's
chest.

"Justine says that she can't be around us anymore, Aaron."

All I could think of was that I had insulted her somehow last
night and I was totally at fault.

"I'm sorry if I did something wrong last night, Justine. Please
don't leave. Diane likes you too much. I'm sorry I kept looking
at your legs; but they were so fantastic in that skirt and the
way it slid up when you got into the truck almost made me have a
wreck more than once. I'll leave you alone and stay away when you
are with Diane, you don't have to see me to be her friend. I
won't bother you anymore."

By this time I was sweating and getting desperate.

But then Diane spoke again. "See what I mean, Justine? He wasn't
making fun of you; he really was taken by you and was too nervous
to express himself properly. Why didn't you press on and try to
make out with her, Aaron?"

"Because I didn't think she wanted to. I mean I could understand
that she wouldn't want to have anything to do with a nothing like
me, so I stopped when she indicated that I was going too far. All
I wanted to do was to move my hand up her dress and feel those
magnificent legs and the impression I got of her breasts was of
small firm mounds with sharp little nipples and the smell of her
hair with the strawberries was driving me crazy. You should feel
her hair Diane, It hangs most of the way to her knees and the
individual strands are like silk." I was babbling by now and I
had to force myself to stop.

Diane took over then and began to play our emotions like a piano.

"You misunderstand, Aaron. Justine was not upset that you tried
too hard with her. She thought that you didn't want her because
of how she looks, and she was embarrassed to see you again when
all she wanted was your dick inside of her."

Justine's face suddenly got very red and she looked down at the
floor.

"Move over here, Aaron, and take Justine in your arms." I looked
up at Justine and she nodded her head slightly with an amused
expression as if to say “let Diane have her way for now.”

I stepped forward and put my arms around Justine.

"Now kiss her like you really mean it."

I tried, but this was very awkward. I had lean my head back and
reach up and tilt her head down to meet mine. Our mouths met and
it was like an explosion of passion. Almost immediately our
tongues went into action as we fought for possession of each
other's mouth.

I could feel Diane taking hold of my arm and leading us into the
living room. She pushed and the couch caught me behind the knees
and we sat down. Justine's and my mouth didn't lose touch but
suddenly the angle was much more comfortable and my left hand was
free to roam. The odd thing was that I kept encountering Diane's
hand, which was also moving over Justine's body.

Justine suddenly pulled back, "I'm scared. I want this so much
but I'm so scared I can't get my thoughts together. My body is on
fire but I'm afraid to get hurt and I'm afraid to hurt Diane and
I just want to let it all go but I can't."

"Calm down dear," Diane said, "you won't be hurting me and Aaron
certainly doesn't want to hurt you. Would you be more comfortable
if I leave?"

"No, no, no Diane, don't leave me alone. I don't know what to do.
I need you to help me."

"Well, just lean back and relax hon, let us play with you and
make you feel good. We’ll go slow and pretty soon you will be
begging us to continue. I’ve only got a couple of months of
practice myself, but I think we can do this.”

"Okay, I’ll try.”

With this Diane stood up and shrugged her robe off, exposing the
body I had become so familiar with. I could see that Justine was
disturbed by all the hair curling around Diane's midsection so I
took her hand and said, "Here, Justine, put your hand down here
and feel just how much the hair feels like a fine mink stole. Let
your fingers roam around in it, see how it clings to your skin
and feel the electricity flowing through both of you."

Justine did as I suggested and I could see that Diane was
becoming excited. The nipples on her little flat tits were poking
out as far as I had seen them and I could smell that she was
getting wet.

I stood up and removed my t-shirt and I asked Justine to please
let her hair down.

She gave me a little smile and put her hands up to undo it.

I sat back down beside Justine and Diane and I resumed our
exploration of Justine’s body.

"Are you sure you want this, Justine?"

"Yes, Aaron, I'm sure. I have repressed these feelings for so
long that now I think I might explode. The few guys who seemed to
show some interest in me before were vultures; I had no interest
in being with them, but you are different. I don't want to stop
and can't see any reason why I should."

"You know about me and Diane, right?"

"Yes, I think it is great of you to do that for her."

"Don't think I don't enjoy it as much as she does, but that's not
what I meant. Since Diane is trying to get pregnant we have not
used any protection, and at this time we don't have any in the
house."

"Oh, I see what you mean. Well don't worry about it. If it is
meant to happen it will and I'm not going to mind at all."

During this conversation Diane's hands and mine had been busy.
Justine's blouse and bra were both gone and while Diane worked on
her belt and jeans I was kneading those perfect tits. Small
mounds like half grapefruits topped by pencil erasers pointing at
the ceiling.

Her statement that she wouldn't care if she got pregnant made my
already erect cock jerk and get even harder.

Justine's hands had not been idle either. Her left hand was
moving back and forth on Diane's leg and her right was on my
thigh. Just then she found and grabbed my dick. She squeezed hard
and we both gasped out loud.

"Found it, didn't you?" said Diane.

"Ohh, it's so hard."

"It's also about to burst if you keep that up," I interjected,
"please loosen up a little and let me relax."

"I'm sorry, Aaron, this is the first one I've ever touched and
I'm still a little scared."

Diane then got up and moved over to my other side. "Come on
honey, I'll help you get acquainted with him."

Justine was beyond blushing at this point; her face was rosy with
lust.

"Let's go where we can be more comfortable girls."

"Good idea, I’ll lead the way," Diane said.

With that statement Diane got up and grabbed me by the most
convenient handle and started in the direction of the bedroom.

As Justine stood up I said that it would be nice to just leave
the clothes on the couch, so Justine kicked off her shoes and
skinned out of her jeans and panties in one move. I now saw those
magnificent legs from top to bottom. The curvature was almost
perfect. Her feet were a little large for a woman, but perfectly
in scale with the rest of her body. The ankles were narrow with
sharp bones blending nicely into calves which were muscular
without being overdone. She narrowed again at the knees and then
slowly widened up to firm thighs with a pert little bottom. I had
stopped as Justine finished undressing and as she turned toward
the bedroom I took Diane's hand and placed it on Justine's
bottom.

"Feel this, Diane, her ass is just perfect. It is rounded at the
top and narrowing down to the point between her legs. Close to a
valentine heart shape. The extra heat you feel is from the blood
rushing through the outer layers of her skin, otherwise known as
a blush. I didn't know a woman could blush on her ass."

"Aaron!” said Diane, "quit trying to embarrass her, she might
change her mind."

We then led Justine to the bedroom and lay her down in the middle
of the bed. Diane and I got onto the bed on either side of her
and Diane started out by putting her hands onto Justine's tits
and gently massaging them. I kissed Justine deeply and then moved
out to her ears and down to her neck. Justine was breathing
shallowly with the occasional gasp as Diane or I did something
unusual. I continued down her body, giving special attention to
anyplace which caused a gasp. I learned that she was very
sensitive inside the elbow, inside the wrist, behind her ears, in
her navel, behind the knees, in the arch of her foot, and on the
inner part of her ankles. Diane followed my ministrations on the
other side of Justine and found some of those spots for me. As I
moved into place between Justine's legs Diane went back up to her
neck and face.

I proceeded to lick all around her cunt, and then put my hands up
and gently spread her labia and put my tongue into her for the
first time. She almost broke my nose with the intensity of her
reaction. Her hands clamped themselves to my head, her hips
jumped up off the bed, and her thighs tried to push my whole head
into her.

I stopped and tried to stay still for a few moments, as Justine
relaxed I was able to continue. I moved up and down through her
pussy stopping at each end to suck and lick her clit at one end,
and to shove my tongue as far into her as I could at the other.
Every third of fourth time I would move on down to her rosebud
and lick there for a bit.  The first time I did this she let out
a yelp and jerked abruptly.

It didn't take long for her to have an orgasm. She started
trembling, getting more and more pronounced until she stiffened
all of her muscles at once arching her back up off the bed and
literally screamed.

Diane and I continued gently with our attentions until she
relaxed back onto the bed and gave out a large sigh of
contentment.

"Thank you, both of you. That is the most fantastic feeling I
have ever had. I can't believe I had to wait this long to
experience it."

"Just relax dear, we aren't done yet."

I worked on her pussy for a little longer, then moved down to her
ass and tried to fuck it with my tongue. She was building up
again quickly so I moved up from there and got ready to enter her
with the hardest hard-on I had ever had.

Diane leaned down and took me into her mouth to lubricate me.

"Go for it Aaron, she is definitely ready."

Sliding my cock around her very wet cunt I placed the head into
position and slowly began to exert pressure. I looked up into
Justine's eyes and saw some fear there, but mostly steamy
passion. As the head entered her Justine gasped again and closed
her eyes tightly. I paused for a moment to let her adjust, and
then pushed more. I went right in with only a faint resistance.
Her hymen must have already been partially broken from some
activity or other so there was very little pain, only a slight
pinch.

As I moved fully into her Justine's chest arched and she moaned.
Resting for a moment to let her get accustomed to the fullness I
leaned up and kissed her. Justine's arms and legs grabbed around
me trying to pull me into her.

"Oh god that feels so good, please hold me for now."

"I don't have any choice, those long legs have such a grip that I
couldn't leave if I wanted to, which I most definitely do not."

I felt something moving down between us and realized that Diane
was trying to get a "look" at where we were joined.

As Justine let go with her legs and I began to move, Diane's hand
stayed where it was, and using that super gentle touch added to
the sensations.

I increased my speed and intensity in small increments and
Justine matched me, until we were slamming into each other like
demons.

Diane moved her hand out from between us and snaked it under
Justine’s raised thigh to gently explore the connection without
getting in the way. Her other hand was in her own crotch.

I had made love to Diane earlier this morning; but the ultra
tight sheath of Justine's no-longer virgin cunt, and the feel of
Diane's hand lightly brushing against the underside of my cock
was making stamina a thing of the past. The sensations were such
that I was quickly going into overload.

Justine came with shuddering intensity and as I continued to pump
into her I could feel her orgasm go on for what seemed to be a
continuous cum.

I kept increasing the tempo and then jammed into her as hard as I
could and came, and came, and came. It was so mind blowing that I
think I may have passed out for a moment. As I came back to earth
I could hear Diane off to the side.

She was lying on her back with one hand still between us and the
other going gangbusters in her cunt.

"Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn. That was the most incredible thing I
have ever witnessed. I am so hot I am flooding. Thank you,
Justine, thank you for letting me be here. I can't believe how
powerful that was. Would somebody please help me get off, I don't
think I can take much more."

I rolled off of Justine, my now limp dick plopping out of her
juicy pussy. Sliding down a bit I put my mouth directly onto
Diane's cunt and began to very quickly eat her out. She wasn't
kidding about being wet either, those delectable juices of hers
were pouring out of her pussy. Now I had an opportunity to
compare the taste of the two women and I realized that they both
tasted great, just a little different.

It didn't take much to get Diane off. As soon as I pinched her
clit between my teeth she shot off. A very strong orgasm for
Diane, it still wasn't quite as strong as the one Justine had
just had.

I then moved over to Justine and proceeded to clean out her pussy
just like I always did for Diane. This may seem a little strange
and gross, but it is a very romantic thing for a woman. Licking
your own sperm from her vagina lets the woman know in her heart
that you weren't just using her. It lets her know that you really
care and gives her a kind of afterglow. Diane explained this to
me the first time I did it, and now I never make love to her
without "cleaning up" afterward.

As I was doing this Diane moved close to me and asked, "May I
help?"

I moved aside and gave her room; she dived in like it was totally
normal for her to do this, even though I was pretty sure that
this was her first time with another woman.

She worked on Justine for a few minutes, then backed up and sat
back on her knees.

"Wow that is great. She tastes very good with your cum in her,
next time I'll have to try it without."

"Hello, Justine, are you still here?"

"I may be, and I may not be, I don't know. That was the most
incredible thing, more than I could ever have imagined my first
time would be. I thought I was going to be lost in pleasure, and
then you two kissed me down there and brought me back. I can't
express what is in my heart at this time, but thank you both for
making me feel loved for the first time in my life."

"That's because you are dear."
		
      (to be continued)