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SYNOPSIS: A man meets a deaf woman at the film development store and
finds his knowledge of sign language to finally be of use.
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-[ Hush ]-
Brother Cadfael
Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com
I learned sign language in college. I never imagined that I would use
it, aside from the occasional gesture of friendship often displayed on
the freeways during rush hour. I had no capacity for foreign
languages and I was inundated with so much pre-medicine studies that I
needed an easy class to boost my credits.
Learning sign language turned out to be one of the most rewarding
lessons of my life. I don't believe in God, but something in the
cosmos was working in my favor, because it provided me the opening to
meet the most incredible woman of my life.
Her name was Liea and she was an art major at the state-college
nearby. When I first encountered her, I knew only that she was deaf
and that the clerk at the photo-development store could not understand
her. He offered the red-haired nymph a pad of paper and asked her to
write her request. But I held up my hand, stopping the boy and
catching Liea's attention.
"May I help?" I signed. Relieved, she smiled and nodded.
She signed.
"She says that she ordered special stock film last week and was told
to come in again today to pick it up." I said.
The boy smiled and said that he would return with it. Liea introduced
herself to me and thanked me. I told her that I had the afternoon
free; no classes, and would love her to join me for lunch. She smiled
and signed, "Only if you let me pay. It's the least I can do to thank
you."
"Alright," I gave in.
The boy returned with her film and she paid. We left and walked
together to a small cafi several blocks down the street.
While we walked, she told me that she was unsure of her dedication to
an art degree. The passion she once felt for art had nearly vanished
since her fiancie dumped her for a voluptuous blond.
I grinned and signed, "He was a fool. She couldn't be prettier than
you."
She giggled and looked to the ground as we walked.
Throughout lunch, I found myself distracted-- engaged in her beautiful
face. The sharply defined features and small sloped nose. Her pursed
pink lips and shocking blue eyes. High cheekbones accentuated an
unblemished face. Long hair, as red as a fiery sunset cascaded over
her shoulders to the middle of her back.
As she signed, telling me about losing her hearing when she was a
child due to a severe fever, I began wondering what her voice would be
like, could she speak. I imagined it would be that of an assuring,
softly spoken mother. I immediately picked up on a nurturing nature
in her. She put me at ease.
I was sad that lunch had come to an end. Neither of us actually made
an attempt to go. I think she wanted to stay with me as much as I did
her. So we talked for another hour, minding little of the time, even
as the sun dropped.
We opened up. We shared thoughts and welcomed one another into
closets that had long been closed and secured. I don't' know why it
is, but as I say-- she soothed me. I was comfortable with her, even
if this was the first time we'd met.
As it had begun to turn dark outside the large glass windows of the
cafi, I told her that we should think about leaving. She agreed.
"May I see you home?" I asked.
"Oh..." She was quiet for a minute. "My roommate will come and see
that I have a ride if I call her. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes. Certainly," she signed.
We paused. Neither of us wished to turn from the other.
"I'd like to see you again," I said.
She looked at me. Looked to the checkered floor. Looked at me again.
Looked at my eyes. "I'd... Like to come home with you..." She
signed.
I hadn't expected any such thing. I would be happy to have her return
with me, but I felt uncomfortable thinking of the dangers these days
in being alone with a stranger. I placed myself in the shoes of a
young lady and I would not have made such a request had I been her.
But I was not she. And I also was not one of the men out there to be
afraid of. Going home with a near stranger was dangerous in practice,
but this situation was all right, I concluded. Of course, I was
biased.
I smiled and took her hand. Her skin was soft and warm. She was very
feminine in her liquid movements. I was pleased with her elegance,
gracefulness.
I don't recall vividly what happened when we came to my apartment. I
offered her a drink and took one myself. Then we sat and talked
awhile. She slipped her shoes off and sat comfortably on the sofa.
The alcohol prevents me from remembering how we came from the sofa to
the bedroom, but that's where I awoke just after midnight. My first
thought was to see if Liea had spent the entire night and if she was
comfortable on the couch.
Before I stood from the bed a hand stopped me, grasping me by the
forearm. I turned and looked at the bearer of that delicate arm. I
followed its languid, long, toned reach to the shoulder and then the
unclothed breasts. My heart caught in my throat and I between my legs
I felt a hardening. I was surprised to have Liea in my bed and
pleased to see he so... naked.
But my intentions, I swear, were always honorable. I never once
expected or planned to talk her into my bed. I was easily attracted
to her on several levels. Only one of those being her physical
beauty. Another of them being an odd vulnerability... I first felt
perverse in finding her inability to speak. I thought it was wrong
for I would be taking advantage of her. I thought it wrong to see a
subtle beauty in such a lovely creature that communicated through
gestures and... touch, instead of words.
Whatever my attraction, it had been instant and deep. And that
prevented me from any games that I might have otherwise played with
her-- luring her to my bed.
The hand released my arm and touched my waist. So tepid. So
delicate. Her fingers were long, like a potter's or sculptor's. She
peered from those unreal blue eyes at me and I kissed her. I draped
an arm across her body and lightly traced down her spine. She arched
into me and her nakedness pressed against my hardness. It excited me
and the lurch of my penis surely made her aware of my excitement.
Her lips softly adhered to mine, touching only enough to give
friction. Her lips rounded my mouth like a ripe pear, only she was
much sweeter. My hand continued down her back and came round her
bottom. I placed it beneath her thigh and brought her leg up to my
waist. She curled it around my body so that it rode up and over my
own bottom. I felt her toes brush against my calf. I pulled from her
lips and dropped to her neck, kissing briefly and nibbling. I heard
the beat of her heart, pitter-pattering.
Her leg hooked around me, I used it as leverage to raise her atop my
body as I turned onto my back. She came onto the top like a capsized
sailboat exposing its hull. She smiled and brushed her one hand
against her cheek while the other helped her steady herself by
pressing against my chest. Her hair fell about her in an unkempt
tousled manner. Her hand moved from my chest and reached between her
thighs to grab my cock. She raised up on her haunches, placing the
tip of my penis against her entrance and then slowly lowered. I
pushed into her wetness easily.
If her hands were warm, her pussy was scalding. The bed shook with
her rocking and my humping up to meet her. Her breasts jiggled. She
threw her head back, flipping her hair behind her. A quiet grunt came
and she shook. I trembled inside of her.
I came quietly. Her head thrown back, narrow chin to the ceiling and
hair falling to touch my legs behind her, she moved minutely over my
penis. She carefully lay down on top of my chest. I still lay inside
of her and her wetness spread down our thighs.
Our hearts beat inches from each other. She found a relaxing spot in
my shoulder to place her head and fell asleep. I became flaccid and
slipped out of her, but let her stay on top of me.
I pulled the blankets over us and joined her in slumber. My peaceful,
ravishing seraph. Her warm cinnamon scent infiltrated my dreams.
-fin-
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-[ Hush ]-
Brother Cadfael
-30-
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