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Handicapped No More
by Dancer (address defunct)

***

The story of a handicapped man, who through trails 
and tribulations gets his life back, in more than 
one way. (MF, d/s, oral, rom, v, preg)

***

Part 1: Handi-Capable

He threw the sheet off his legs and looked for his 
chair. It still sat where he parked it before going 
to bed. He tried rolling it to check the brakes and 
its wheels stayed locked. He sat up and pushed his 
legs over the edge of the bed. His hands grabbed 
the arms of the chair firmly, then hoisted himself 
up and into the seat. 

He bent down and flipped the foot pedals. He lifted 
each leg and placed his feet on the metal rests. He 
unlocked the brakes and wheeled himself to the 
intercom next to his computer. "Hey Nurse Ratchett? 
Can you come up and help me take a bath?"

The woman laughed and the sound crackled over the 
line. "Sure, Eric, I'll be up in minute." He 
clicked off the send button and heard her coming up 
the stairs. His bedroom door opened and she came 
inside. She smiled and said, "OK funny man, let's 
get that bath going." She led him into the bathroom 
and turned on the taps. Eric tested the water and 
found it warm. He hated taking these pussy baths. 
He wanted to slip into water that turned his skin 
red but the doctors said the heat might scald his 
legs.

Nurse Ratchett guided Eric over the side of the tub 
and waited for him to give the okay. His hands 
swirled the water over his legs. "I'll be fine, 
Sheila." She nodded and closed the door behind her. 
He knew she waited for him in his room, just in 
case he needed her. 

Eric hated himself. The car wreck was 15 years ago 
and his paralysis was his own fault. He remembered 
the car rolling into the ditch, landing on its 
roof. He had climbed out through the window and 
pulled his brother, Doug, and Doug's girlfriend 
away from the car. Because of that heroic gesture, 
Eric lost the use of his legs.

The doctors performed test after test and found 
nothing. His brain functioned normally, his neck 
was fine, his back wasn't broken and the spinal 
cord was intact. The neurologists told him there 
was no reason for his legs not to work. When he was 
by himself, he tried walking but always fell. His 
legs would not support his weight any more. He 
washed his lower limbs and crotch, thankful he 
didn't need a catheter. Typically, his penis had a 
mind of its own. Eric could get hard but the stupid 
thing went limp every time he tried to masturbate.

He had just worked up the courage to start playing 
with himself the night of the accident. Doug and 
his girlfriend, Tami, were taking him to see 
'Return of the Jedi' and finding out what would 
happen to Han Solo filled Eric's thirteen-year-old 
brain. 

He was in the back of Doug's '78 LTD and was 
leaning up between the front seats when he saw a 
glimpse of Tami's breasts. It was only the curve of 
the tops but that gave him his very first boner. 
He'd heard about jacking off from his buddies at 
school and decided tonight was the night. Then the 
deer leapt out onto the road. Doug swerved, hit the 
gravel and the car rolled. Eric never did get to 
jack off.

Eric finished his bath and called for Sheila. She 
helped him sit on the edge and let him dry off 
while she found some clothes for him to wear. The 
faded jeans, socks and black AC\DC concert shirt 
were laid on the counter and Sheila wrapped her 
arms around Eric's chest. She lifted him up so he 
could dry his ass. When he was done, he drew the 
towel around him and she sat him down. He slipped 
on the white tube socks first and then the T-shirt. 
He got his feet and legs into the jeans, then 
needed some help to pull them over his hips. He 
didn't bother with underwear since they got in the 
way when he was taking a leak.

"Are you coming down for breakfast? French toast 
and sausages," Sheila teased.

"Nah, I got better things to do." They went to his 
connecting room. "Beth probably e-mailed me." 
Sheila chuckled and went down to the kitchen. Eric 
flipped on his computer and checked his mailbox. 

Sure enough, she had sent him a couple messages. 
They'd been 'talking' for over a year and knew 
almost everything about each other. Beth was a 
pseudonym for Christi Parks and her first love was 
KISS, hence the name Beth. They met in a heavy 
metal chatroom and started arguing over the better 
band, KISS or AC\DC. Other users told them to move 
their bickering over to e-mail and the fighting 
tapered off.

Eric recalled the first package he got from 
Christi. It was her favorite KISS CD, 'Love Gun'. 
He popped in his stereo and was hooked. The e-mail 
he sent her right after that was nothing but lyrics 
from the songs. He snail mailed 'Back In Black' 
over to her and waited for her reaction. She 
emailed back that AC\DC was almost as good as KISS. 
They talked about anything and everything. Eric 
consoled her when she told him about getting 
dumped. That e-mail was full of anger:

He said I was *fat*! Can you believe that man! I'm 
not fat; I'm voluptuous! He kisses like a two-year-
old anyway. Yuck! Slobbering and trying to stick 
his tongue down my throat, no thank you!

It was one time his cock sprang to life. Christi 
became more than a friend after that and Eric 
decided today he'd be honest. He opened her message 
and read:

Hey Eric, 

how's it hanging? Long and hard I hope <g>. There's 
a band I know playing over in Grand Falls this 
weekend. Would you like to met IRL? I'll drive! E-
mail me yea or nay. 

Christi 
---

The second message: I'm baaack! The band's Tango 
and they cover all heavy metal. It'll be kick ass 
but lonely if you say no. Christi

He saved her e-mails and opened his own reply:

Christi, 
---

I'd love to see you IRL but I gotta get something 
off my chest. <deep breath> I'm in a wheelchair. I 
had a car accident fifteen years ago and haven't 
been able to walk since. Please don't hate me! We 
haven't sent any pics, so I'll describe myself. 
6'2" <standing> or 5'8" <seated>, blonde hair cut 
short and feathered, blue eyes, 173# and strong 
upper body. Don't leave me in agony! Email me 
either way so I know.

Eric
---

He clicked on 'Send' and waited. Eight minutes 
later, (he'd been watching the clock) he got her 
answer:

Eric, 

How come you waited so long? Chicken shit? Well, I 
won't hold your handicap (?) against you. I have 
digital pics of me and I made an attachment of 
them. One is me in my KISS regalia and the other is 
me with my Camero. You sound fine but send me a pic 
of you. What if you forgot to mention your hair-
lip?! <jk> Ignore mine and call me. 

Christi
---

Eric erupted in laughter. That was her best feature 
- making him laugh. He opened her attachment and 
let the computer boot up the first picture. It was 
the KISS one. She was in a black leather outfit, 
cut low, with a chain belt and full makeup like 
Paul Stanley. Her face was hard to make out but 
that outfit clung tightly to her fabulous bod. Her 
tits practically fell out of the top and he had to 
wipe the drool from his chin. She was turned 
slightly, as if caught off guard, and Eric got a 
nice side view of her full ass. Saving this one on 
the hard drive, he moved the mouse to open the 
other picture.

This one gave him a good look at her face. She was 
leaning against the driver's door and wore rolled 
up denim shorts like Jennifer Grey in 'Dirty 
Dancing' and a gray tank top. Her brown hair was 
long and loose. He squinted at the screen to figure 
out the color of her eyes that were light, either 
blue or green. Her face was round and a dimple 
formed in her left cheek as she smiled. The tattoo 
on her upper arm was a long stemmed rose. Her bare 
legs were tanned and crossed at the ankles. He was 
getting turned on and looked at the fly of his 
jeans. Nothing. Maybe if he got his legs working, 
his prick would follow.

Now he had to find some decent shots of him. He put 
his mail on hold and went searching through his 
digital photo album. The vacation his parents 
dragged him on when they went Florida to see Doug 
and Tami. He didn't want to go but now was grateful 
because he had some choice photos to email Christi. 
The one of him popping a wheelie with his niece, 
Nicole, on his lap, definitely. 

He racked his brain for one that showed him without 
the chair. Daytona Beach! Doug and Tami took him 
there and he had to leave his chair in the minivan 
because of the sand. He was laying on a towel 
wearing a pair of bikini bottoms and looking right 
into the camera. Eric copied both and made his own 
attachment to mail Christi:

---
Christi, 

Got some pics. One is me with my niece, Nicole, and 
the other is me at Daytona Beach last summer. Don't 
reply, I'll call you in 20 minutes. 

Eric
---

He closed out Windows and let the screen saver take 
over. He backed up and wheeled over to his closet 
to pick out what to wear. Something casual. Eric 
yelled, "Sheila! I need your help!"

The door rattled as Sheila burst through and said, 
"What happened?"

Eric called over his shoulder, "What do you think I 
should wear? I've got a date this weekend with 
Beth." He always called Christi by her KISS 
nickname.

"I thought you were hurt." She stood behind him. 
"What kind of date?"

"We're going to see a band over in Grand Falls. 
Probably in a bar." He pulled down a pair of brown 
leather pants and a black mesh shirt. "How about 
these?"

"The pants might be too tight. What if you really 
had to pee? Can you get out of them fast enough?" 
She had a point but he wanted to look sexy and 
macho for Christi - that he was a man and not some 
cripple. "I can put a catheter in..."

"No fucking way!" Eric shouted. "Got any other 
bright ideas?"

"What kind of music, heavy metal?" He nodded. 
"Ripped jeans are a turn on. Got any of those in 
here?" They found a pair stuffed behind some boxes 
in the corner. The knees were long since gone and 
they were faded nearly white. They got tossed on a 
chair and Sheila left him alone again.

The clock on his bedside table read 9.50 a.m. Time 
to phone Christi. He opened the drawer and pulled 
out his address book to look up her number. He 
carefully punched in the numbers and heard it 
ring...and ring...and ring...and ring.

She picked and said out of breath, "Eric?"

"Hey Christi, did you get my e-mail?" He twisted 
the phone cord nervously.

"Yeah, and all I can say is 'WOW'! You are one 
gorgeous hunk of man and I barely noticed the 
harelip."

He giggled. "I've had surgery since then. May I be 
a total chauvinist pig and say 'nice tits'?"

Christi's voice became throaty and she replied, 
"They're all me, honey. Not one drop of silicone in 
these 40 C cup babies." Eric groaned and she 
chuckled. "I couldn't help myself. You just make me 
want to tease you mercilessly." She paused. "Tango 
starts playing at nine. Will you be ready by 
eight?"

"Sure. What day are we going?"

"They've been booked tonight, Saturday and Sunday. 
Would tonight put you in too much of a rush?"

"Nah, I already picked out what I'm going to wear. 
How about you?"

"I got the perfect outfit." A squeak came over the 
line. "I sat down on my bed so that noise isn't the 
phone line. Anyway, I'll wear my good ripped jeans, 
sneakers and a tube top with a black shirt over the 
top."

"What color's the tube top? Black?"

"It's fire engine red. Tell me what you're wearing 
so I can drool over the phone."

"Ripped jeans faded to white and a black mesh T-
shirt." All he heard was deep breaths. "Are you 
still there?"

"Hmm-mmm, just getting hot and bothered. I'll see 
you tonight at eight. Bye."

"Bye, Christi," he sighed and hung up. Would ten 
hours be enough time to get dressed? He snorted at 
his thought and wheeled downstairs for some food.

***

At seven that evening, Eric rolled his chair into 
the bathroom to brush his teeth and see if he 
needed to shave. He rubbed his jawline and felt the 
dark blonde stubble he couldn't see. He'd leave it 
be and reached for his toothbrush. He squirted some 
gel on the bristles and went to work. His thoughts 
filled with Christi as he brushed over his teeth, 
tongue and the roof of his mouth. He hoped to get 
at least a goodnight kiss out of her. He rinsed and 
spat in the sink putting his brush back in the 
holder on the counter.

He wheeled into his bedroom and picked up his 
clothes for tonight. He threw the lot on the bed 
and got out of the chair. He sat down next to the 
clothes and got changed. Rolling around helped work 
the pants over his hips and he snapped the fly 
shut. He pulled one leg up onto his knee and slid a 
pair of tube socks on the foot, repeating it on the 
other one. 

The black tennis shoes were at the foot of the bed 
and he put them on. Lastly came the shirt and he 
laid back. He closed his eyes and thought of 
Christi straddling him. Dreamily, he moved his 
hands to ease her top off and free her breasts. 
Just as one ripe nipple came to his lips, a 
knocking on the door brought him back to reality.

Sheila called from the other side. "There's some 
girl here for you! Says her name is Beth!" She 
cracked the door. "Doing okay?"

"Yeah, Sheila, I'm fine. I just gotta get back in 
that chair." He sat up and maneuvered his body into 
the chair. Eric rolled himself down the ramp to the 
front hall. Christi was standing there with her 
hands shoved in her back pockets waiting for him.

"I'm early. I just couldn't wait any longer." She 
met Eric halfway and kissed his mouth shyly. "Ready 
to party hearty?"

"Definitely," he said and took her hand. Sheila 
gave her her pager number in case there was an 
emergency. Christi and Eric left the house and he 
wheeled to the driveway where her Camero was 
parked. She opened the door for him and he 
whistled. "Nice ride."

"Thanks. It drives like a dream." He lifted himself 
out of the chair and into the passenger seat. He 
helped her fold down the chair and she stowed it in 
the trunk. She got behind the wheel and fastened 
her seatbelt as Eric did the same. The motor turned 
over, growling, and KISS blasted through the 
speakers. The windows came down instantly as 
Christi pulled out and headed for Grand Falls. She 
wiggled in the bucket seat, dancing and singing 
with Gene Simmons.

Eric just watched her with a grin plastered on his 
face. Damn, she looked hot! Her jeans were good as 
the rips were located just under her rear pockets 
and the red tube top enhanced her bust. The black 
dress shirt was tied loosely at her waist and her 
hair was fluffed high and held there with 
hairspray. KISS ended and the strains of Angus 
Young's guitar filled the air. Soon, Eric was 
tapping his palm against his thigh and singing out 
loud.

The drive over to Grand Falls took about half an 
hour. Christi pulled in the parking lot and drove 
into a free space off the right side of the 
building. A neon sign flashed a Coors advertisement 
in front of them. She turned off the car and 
stepped to the trunk to get his wheelchair out. 
Eric unfastened his seatbelt and opened the door 
wide. She unfolded it and checked the brakes. He 
levered himself in, released the brakes and wheeled 
to the door. She shoved it open and let him go 
first.

The inside was a little smoky and there were 
cafeteria style tables set up. Booths lined the 
walls and they worked their way to a round, scarred 
table next to the stage. Eric parked and Christi 
asked, "Do you want a beer or pop?"

"Beer's fine." He watched her sashay over to the 
bar and pay for two longneck bottles. She sat next 
to him and they watched Tango set up their 
instruments. More people came in and soon the place 
was packed. One of the band guys noticed Christi 
and came over.

"Hey Chris."

"Hey Tom, gonna play any KISS and AC\DC?"

"Shit, girl! Wouldn't be much of party without 
them." He saluted us and went back to tuning his 
guitar.

Eric leaned close to her ear. "Who was that?"

She moved closer and said loudly, "Tom Parks, my 
brother. Plays rhythm guitar and sings." He nodded 
with approval and drank his beer. "Mind if I dance 
tonight with other guys?"

When she mentioned dancing, Eric felt guilty but he 
came back with, "I don't care as long as you dance 
with me once in a while." She grinned fully and 
punched his shoulder lightly. The drummer started 
thumping out a strong beat and Tom took the mike 
announcing Tango. A cheer went up as the band went 
into 'Hot for Teacher' by Van Halen and Christi 
jumped out of her chair. She found some of her 
girlfriends and began dancing with them. Eric kept 
an eye on her from his chair and watched the group 
of women roll their hips and wave their arms in the 
air.

More fast songs filled the air and Christi stayed 
with her group. They catcalled to a bunch of guys 
on the far side of the room. The men hit the floor 
and paired off with the girls. Christi danced with 
a muscular black who kept groping her rear end. She 
wiggled down his body and back up with a huge 
smile.

As the first forty-five minutes ended, Tom called 
out for a slow number and they flowed into 'Beth' 
by KISS. She came over to Eric and pulled him out 
on the floor. He tugged her onto his lap and 
wheeled back and forth as she moved her arms to his 
neck. Her feet sat on his and she sang softly in 
his ear, letting her fingers creep into his hair. 
He stopped moving the chair and put his arms around 
her torso.

The song ended and the band took their fifteen-
minute break. Christi and Eric went back to their 
table. She untied her shirt and dried her face. "I 
gotta use the can. Do you?"

"Not yet," he replied and she got of his lap. His 
beer was warm by now but he nursed it as he waited. 
A couple of girls, about eighteen or twenty, came 
out of the bathroom whispering and pointing to him.

Christi came out and overheard them saying, "Yeah 
he's cute but, Jesus, he's a cripple. Probably 
can't get it up, if you know what I mean." 

She leaned into their faces and said, "He gets it 
up just fine, if you know what *I* mean." She 
patted her tummy suggesting she was pregnant. The 
girls stood there shocked and Christi made her way 
back to him.

He moved his head close to hers. "You are mean. I 
can't believe you did that."

"They deserved it." She plunked down and swallowed 
a drink. 

"Ahh, nothing like the taste of flat, warm beer."

His eyes stared at her as she brought the bottle to 
her mouth and wrapped her lips around the opening. 
He said the first thing that popped in his brain. 
"Am I going to get lucky tonight?" He meant it 
jokingly but her answer stopped him cold.

"Yes."

"Oh," he squeaked out.

"Do you want to stay, or leave?"

"Leave." She led the way to the side door and he 
rolled along behind like a pull toy. They got to 
her Camero and he got in. She threw his chair in 
her trunk and they peeled out of the lot. They 
drove in silence for a while until Eric found his 
voice. "Uh, your place or mine?"

"What about your nurse?"

"I'll give her the night off. And the next couple 
nights as well." He grinned salaciously and felt 
the car speed up, eating the miles to his place. 
They screeched to a stop in the driveway and 
quickly got him in his wheels. Sheila opened the 
door and stuttered as Eric told her to get out. 
"Don't worry, I have some business to take care of. 
Call me in a couple of days." He slammed the door 
in her face and left her standing befuddled 
outside.

Christi crawled onto his lap and started touching 
him all over as he wheeled them up to his bedroom. 
He shut the door and she got up. "Tell what to do, 
Eric." She knelt down at his feet and removed his 
shoes and socks.

"I have to get on the bed. Pull the blanket off." 
She did and watched him hoist himself on the 
mattress. "Christi, I...I don't know if anything's 
going to work. It happened when I was thirteen and 
I never got the chance... The doctors say I'm fine 
but he doesn't listen to me very well." He weakly 
patted his fly.

"So you're a virgin. Big deal. And as for this 
guy," her palm cupped his fly and squeezed a 
little. "I'm sure he'll come around to my way of 
thinking."

"Oh sweet Jesus and all the saints," he said loudly 
as she unzipped his jeans. She slid her hands over 
his pelvis and worked his pants off. His cock lay 
limply in the nest of dark blonde curls. He sat up 
and jerked his shirt over his head. She played 
nurse, adjusting the pillows under his head, then 
trailed a fingertip down from his jaw to his 
flaccid member.

"Are you ready? Then let's begin," she said 
huskily. She kicked off her shoes and pulled off 
her socks sensuously. Her jeans were next and her 
hips swayed as she peeled the denim down her legs. 
She wore a lacy red thong to match her top and Eric 
could see a few wisps of pubic hair peeking at him 
over the top. She crawled in bed and leaned against 
the oak headboard. "Touch me. I've wanted your 
hands on me since that first email."

He caressed her warm feet and kissed the arches. 
His hands roamed over her satiny bare calves and 
creamy thighs. They were long and brown from the 
sun and he palmed her ass. It was hot and soft and 
rounded like a heart. She let his face nestle 
against her womanhood as his unshaven jaw tickled 
her thighs. He licked under the edging of her 
underwear and smelled her wetness. He pulled her 
down, moving his hands across her rounded belly to 
her full breasts. Her nipples poked through the 
ribbed fabric and he breathed hotly on each peak. 
He brought her hand to his mouth and trailed kisses 
over it, working their way to her lips.

She parted her mouth and their tongues tasted and 
teased each other. They explored every nook and 
cranny in the hot depths until Eric broke away. He 
lifted her leg at the knee and placed over his 
hips. He eased the tube top down, freeing her 
aching breasts and he drew one blushing tip in his 
mouth. He sucked, laved and nipped the hard nubbin, 
then gave the other peak the same treatment. Her 
lips were slightly apart and she rocked her pelvis 
along his still soft cock.

Christi slithered her crotch to his face, removing 
her top and asking him to take off her panties. 
Eric cupped her plump asscheeks and used his teeth, 
dragging the scrap of material over her mound. He 
got it down to her knees and she jerked them off, 
tossing them on the floor. Seeing her naked, Eric 
noticed that her curves were full, voluptuous, not 
fat but made for a man's hands to hold. He nuzzled 
her pubes and she rolled her hips against his 
mouth. He gazed up into her flushed face and 
whispered, "I don't know what to do. You're my 
first."

A sensuous smile curved her lips and her body made 
its way down to his cock. She ran her wet tongue 
along the length and sucked the tip between her 
lips. He prayed to any god he could think of: 
Jesus, Allah, Buddah, Zoroaster, Santa Claus: 
'please let me achieve and maintain and erection.' 

He stared as his cock disappeared in her mouth and, 
presumably, down her throat. Her head bobbed as she 
swallowed and sucked him from base to tip. She 
murmured deep in her throat encouragement and it 
worked. His prick swelled to semi hardness and her 
blowjob became better and faster as she ate him up. 

One feminine hand played with his balls, kneading 
them, almost pleading his boys to help keep him 
hard. He was putty in her capable hands and she 
molded his cock to a full erection with her hot 
mouth. Quickly, she reversed her position, giving 
Eric a splendid view of her pussy. The outer labia 
pulled open to show him her swollen maroon inner 
lips. Instinctively, he lapped at her juices and 
felt a hum of delight through his dick. He twirled 
his tongue along the edge of her vagina and saw a 
thick, milky cream ooze out.

He rubbed her cum over her pussy with his fingers, 
then sucked the digits. She tasted bittersweet, 
much akin to chocolate and he moaned. He was about 
to stick a finger up there when she pulled away. 
She moaned over her shoulder, "I think I better get 
you inside before he drops off." She got on her 
knees and placed his cockhead barely between her 
inner lips. Eric watched as his prick slid up her 
cunt as she sat back. He heard her coo as he sank 
deeply and fully inside that snug pussy.

She bounced happily, riding his shaft like a pogo 
stick. He sat up and leaned against her back. It 
was slick with sweat and he licked the saltiness 
from her skin. She brought his hands to her breasts 
and showed them how she wanted to be felt. He 
massaged her tits and plucked the hard tips with 
his fingers. He sank his teeth in her shoulder as 
his pent-up lust burst forth. He told her how good 
she felt with her tight pussy milking his cock and 
how her breasts swelled at his touch.

"Eric, do you feel it? Deep in your belly? Is your 
blood hot and tingly?" she panted.

"Yeah, oh Christi, what's happening?" he yelled. 
Something enveloped his whole body and his legs 
cramped. Tears ran down his face as he screamed in 
agony. A blazing inferno galloped through his 
muscles and he held onto Christi for dear life. He 
watched with growing horror as his nails bloodied 
her back, trailing ten gashes over her shoulders 
down to her waist. His lungs seized and he could 
not breathe. He threw her off the bed and lost 
consciousness.

The slapping on his cheeks annoyed him and he 
brushed them away. Someone was calling his name. 
"Eric?" An angel, perhaps, one who resembled 
Christi? "Eric, can you hear me? It's Christi. 
Please wake up! I don't want to tell your folks how 
I killed you with sex."

A voice he didn't recognize said, "You'd have to 
register your pussy as a deadly weapon."

"Eric! You're alive!" He got the wind knocked out 
of him as she flung herself on top of his chest. 
She kissed his face everywhere. "Open those 
gorgeous blue eyes for me, honey."

"Do I have to?" It was the voice from before and it 
took him a moment to realize it was his own, 
harsher and grittier. "What time is it?"

She glanced at the clock. "Four in the morning. You 
were out for six hours." He pried his eyes open to 
slits. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah but don't ask me who the president is. They 
say it's George W. but I don't buy it." Her green 
eyes were red and puffy from crying. He gave her a 
Mona Lisa smile and murmured, "They're green."

Christi grabbed his hair and growled, "You just had 
some sort of epileptic fit and all you can think of 
is that my eyes are green?!" He captured her mouth 
with his and tongued her deeply. She pulled away 
and chided, "Stop that! I want to know what 
happened to you." She sat back on her haunches and 
gestured wildly. "I'm giving the best head in my 
entire life, on the brink of an orgasm that would 
register 12 on the Richter scale and my boyfriend 
decides that is a good time to go into a grand 
mal."

"Aw sweetie, I'm sorry for kidding around. 
Honestly, I have no clue as to what came over me. 
I've had every test imaginable performed on me and 
none of them hinted at seizures of any kind." A 
worried look crossed his face. "May be I should go 
to the hospital."

"Do you want me to take you, or call an ambulance?"

"I've got Doctor Jensen's number here in my address 
book. We'd better call her first." He sat up 
groggily and ran his hand through his hair. "I feel 
like shit and I gotta take a leak." He scooted to 
the edge of the bed and went into the bathroom.

Christi followed him and propped herself against 
the doorjamb. "Eric, have you noticed anything 
different about you?"

"Like what?" he asked sleepily.

"Oh, nothing much. You just got out of bed and 
walked to the can." She sucked in her cheeks and 
waited for her words to sink in.

With a puzzled frown, he looked at his legs and 
then at the wall behind the toilet, repeating it 
several times. His brain was fuzzy but managed to 
wrap itself around her statement. Slowly, he 
realized he was doing something he hadn't done 
since he was thirteen: pissing standing up. "I'm 
peeing in the toilet." She nodded. "Standing up."

"Hmm-mmm."

"It's a medical fucking miracle."

"A fucking miracle, leave the medical out."

"I better call Doctor Jensen." He tapped himself 
off and went to the phone at his bedside. He dialed 
her home number and waited for an answer. "Doctor 
Jensen? This is Eric Sullivan and I have something 
to tell you. I can walk. What happened?" He flushed 
and fumbled for the right words. "Straight out, I 
was on a date and I brought her back to my house. 
She was... uh, giving me... uh well, a blowjob and 
I got an erection and we had sex. I had a seizure 
of some kind and passed out for six hours. Cramping 
in my legs and I felt on fire. What was I thinking 
before the accident?" He chuckled and blushed more. 
"Masturbation. Oh. Yeah, I shoulda told you then, 
but I *was* thirteen and a little shy about it. I 
guess that makes sense in a Twilight Zone kinda 
way. Should I come in later for tests? I can do 
that. One o'clock this afternoon. Just a sec," he 
put his hand over the receiver and looked at 
Christi.

"Ask her if we can have sex."

"Doc, my girlfriend wants to know if it's okay for 
me to have sex. Okay, I'll tell her. Bye." He hung 
up the phone.

"What did she say?"

"The long and the short of it is: a mental block. 
Before the accident, I got a peek at my now sister-
in-law's cleavage and I got a hard on. I was 
planning to jack off when we got home from the 
movie when it happened. Doctor Jensen says my body 
blocked out my sexual synapses and our activity 
broke through the block."

"That is way fucked up."

"I know but it makes sense. My last thoughts were 
getting off and the shock of the accident sort of 
blended together to freeze my brain. I get to have 
a CAT scan at one. Yea." He twirled a finger in the 
air.

"You said you could feel my pussy milking your 
cock. Was that true or what?"

"I dunno. I think my instincts took over and the 
words just came out of my mouth." He crooked a 
finger at her. "C'm here." She stepped into his 
embrace and they French kissed. He ran his hands 
over her back and felt the dried, bloody scabs. 
"I'm sorry about your back."

"Don't worry about it. I'll get my revenge soon 
enough," she smirked and raked her nails down his 
spine. He shivered and picked her up in his arms. 
"Now what are you plotting?"

"I've always wanted to get laid in the shower," he 
whispered and carried her downstairs that bathroom. 
The second bathroom had a shower/bathtub and was 
the one Sheila used when she stayed the night. He 
let her stand out of his arms and saw her turn on 
both taps, steaming up the room.

"You got the good kind of soap," Christi said and 
held out a bottle of Dove shower gel. "I really 
like the shower curtain. Winnie the Pooh and 
Tigger, Too get my blood pumping.

"I'll have you know Nicole gave me that for my 
birthday this year. Pooh is her idol."

She offered her hand and said, "I personally like 
Tigger." He took her small hand and let himself get 
dragged over to the tub. "Is it hot enough for 
you?" Eric didn't miss the double entendre. He 
stepped close to her and his hand ran down her 
body, wiping away the beaded sweat. He bent at the 
knees, his nose tickling her pubes, and tested the 
water.

"Feels great." He pushed the lever to switch the 
water over to the showerhead and drew the curtain 
closed. They kissed deliberately before stepping 
into the spray. Christi had her back to the water 
and titled her head to wet her hair, the movements 
of her arms thrusting her breasts out. He tweaked 
both nipples and heard her groan. He picked up the 
shower gel and the matching sponge, squirting the 
white cream all over it. Working up a lather with 
his hands, he ran the plastic sponge from her neck 
to navel. The bubbles clung to her tits as she 
smiled and moved toward him.

Her hands held her hair up and he lathered the 
tender flesh of her back. He saw her teeth bite her 
lower lip and he apologized for the pain. Her skin 
was slick as he rubbed her ass, slipping a finger 
between the cleft of her cheeks. She planted tiny 
kisses along his breastbone and slung her wet hair 
over her right shoulder. 

It was her turn to bathe him and she squirted a 
dollop of soap in her palms, massaging the liquid 
to a rich lather. She went straight for his cock 
and worked the suds along the length. Her hands 
soaped his balls and he smiled at the sensation of 
her slick fingers fondling him. "Eric? I'm having 
second thoughts about doing it in the shower. Maybe 
we better stick with a bed for now."

He pouted. "Okay, if I *have* to." They washed each 
other's hair and rinsed off. He drew the curtain 
aside and snatched a couple towels off a nearby 
rod.

Christi dried her body and began rubbing furiously 
at her long hair. "This going to take forever to 
dry. I don't suppose there's a blow dryer around 
here?"

"There's one under the sink." He got, held the 
towel to his crotch and opened the cabinets. "Here 
it is." A small blue Conair dangled from his grip. 
He plugged it in the socket and flipped the switch. 
She let him dry her hair, combing out the tangles 
with her fingers. After ten minutes, she was 
satisfied with the results and traced his mouth 
with a curling lock. The hair brushed its way along 
his chest to his belly.

She looked up at him with a coy smile. "Don't you 
want to play with me?"

He followed her gaze to his soft penis and she 
moved to touch him. He stayed her hand; "Let me." 
and he stroked his cock, using her hair as a 
barrier between his hand and cock. Blood pumped 
through his veins and filled his prick, hardening 
and lengthening it to about seven inches. He 
grabbed her butt and lifted her against it, 
stroking his hard on along her damp labia. They 
made their way to the nearest bedroom, Sheila's, 
and he tossed her on the soft mattress.

She leaned on an elbow and touched her mound. "Are 
you going to ravish me, Eric?"

"Hmm-mmm," he mumbled as he crawled on top of her. 
He played with her slit, making it wet and ready 
for him.

"You'll have to pull out and cum on my belly," she 
told him as she tapped his skull. He looked at her 
with glazed eyes. "Eric, cum on my belly. I don't 
have any protection against getting pregnant. Are 
you hearing me?"

"I hear you. Pull out and cum on your tummy. Got 
it." He parted her thighs and knelt, rubbing the 
head over her pussy. He struggled to remember to 
breathe as her juices drenched his cock and his 
heart raced. She lifted her knees more and Eric 
sank inside. His body shuddered at the hot, tight 
muscles caressing his prick. "Oh shit," he cried 
and pulled out. His cum shot out of the hole and 
splattered all over the place: her pubes, the 
sheets, his thigh.

Christi came to his rescue and quickly clamped her 
mouth over the exploding cock. She drank his cum 
down, sucking on his head and pumping her fist over 
the length. He felt like she was sucking the life 
out of him through his cock and kept chanting 
'shit'. Her pink tongue lapped up the sticky fluid 
as his flagging dick slipped out of her mouth. "Um, 
I don't think I got out in time," Eric whispered.

She propped her chin in her hand, "Too late now."

He petted her soft hair. "Are you pregnant?"

"I won't know for a few days, silly." She touched 
his chin with a finger. "I think you just need 
practice. I'll bring over some of Tom's porno 
movies and you can learn from the masters." Her 
eyes narrowed. "Do you hear that?"

He listened and barely heard his name. He scrambled 
out of bed and whispered, "Fuck! It's my mother! 
Shit!" The voice got closer until it was right 
outside the closed door. He grabbed a pillow to 
cover his nudity and hit the opening door.

"Eric, are you in there?" his mother called and 
forced the door a few inches.

He shoved with his butt. "Yeah Mom, but I'm busy at 
the moment."

She pushed back. "Sheila called and said you threw 
her out of the house. What exactly is going on in 
there, young man?" she demanded.

"Nothing," he called and Christi choked on her 
laughter.

"Is there a girl with you? Sheila said you came 
home with some girl." His mother pushed harder 
against the door, forcing it open even farther.

'Help me' he mouthed to Christi. She jumped out of 
bed and threw her weight on the door. "Is Dad with 
you?"

"Yes, he's here, but I want to know what's going 
on!" Eric heard his father talking his mom. The 
weight left and the two relaxed.

"Eric, it's your father. What's going on?"

Eric motioned for Christi to back off and he opened 
the door a crack. He peeked through the opening and 
said, "I brought my girlfriend home, *hint*, 
*hint*." His dad's eyes widened as the implication 
came through.

"Are you standing up?"

"Uh-huh. It's a long story. Can you distract Mom so 
we can get dressed?" His dad nodded and left them 
alone. Eric locked the door and turned to Christi. 
"I have no idea how to tell them."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Just say, 'Mom, Dad, 
this Christi Parks.'"

He hit her with his pillow. "That's not what I 
meant and you know it."

"Tell them that the stimulation of the evening 
caused a cure. You're dad knows what we were doing 
and he can figure out a way to tell your mom. Or 
better yet, let the doctor give a long explanation 
filled with medical jargon."

He laughed. "Mom's a bit thick-skulled. You have to 
be blunt for her to understand." He looked around 
the room. "We need to put some clothes on. Sheila's 
bathrobe is hanging on the back of the door. You 
can put that on and I'll just wrap a blanket around 
myself."

She went to get the robe, put it on and giggled at 
Eric. He wore a red and white checkered throw like 
a Scottish highlander. "All hail, Caesar!"

He grimaced at her. "Ha-ha, you're such a riot." 
They held hands as Eric led her out the door to 
find his folks. Mom and Dad were in the living room 
sitting in separate chairs. Christi headed for the 
couch with Eric in tow. She drew her legs up under 
herself and looked at Eric beside her. "As you guys 
can see, I'm walking again."

Mom piped up. "That's wonderful! How did it 
happen?"

"This is Christi Parks. She's my girlfriend and we 
came home from a dance tonight. Uh, I got 
stimulated from our kisses and my legs started 
working." He left out a lot of what really happened 
but he just couldn't tell his mom Christi's magic 
pussy lifted his paralysis. His dad rolled his 
eyes.

"Well, hi there, Christi. What do you do for a 
living?"

"I edit manuscripts for Tower Publishing."

"You must have such fun reading all those stories."

"Not really, Mrs. Sullivan. I work with 
navigational charts mostly. They're pretty dry 
reading."

"I love Nora Roberts myself." Christi nodded with a 
plastic smile on her face.

Dad saved her. "Have you talked to Doctor Jensen 
about this development?"

"Yeah. I phoned her a while ago and she's got me 
scheduled for a CAT scan later today at one. I'll 
probably have to stay a few days for more tests. 
Yuck."

He stood up and told his son, "Eric, we're going to 
go home now. You get some sleep and give us a call 
if you need a ride."

Eric relaxed. "I will. I think I'll get a ride from 
Christi though." He walked his parents to the door 
and said goodbye. He came back to the living room 
and dropped next to her. "Thank god that's over 
with. I thought Mom would grill you more than she 
did."

She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. 
"Me too. 

Man, I'm beat. Can I crash with you?"

"I was planning on waking up with my arms holding 
you." They brushed lips and stumbled their way to 
his second floor bedroom. They snuggled up under 
the covers and he held her to him, front against 
front. He tucked his left arm under the pillows and 
caressed one of her full asscheeks in his right 
hand. In turn, she threw a leg over his hip and 
nuzzled her face in the hollow of his throat. They 
drifted to sleep that way.


Part 2: Fledgling 

It had been eight months since Eric's recovery. 
He'd spent that time at the hospital getting tests 
done and physical therapy three times a week. His 
leg muscles had atrophied and the doctors ordered 
him to work out. So, Eric dutifully rode stationary 
bikes, used stair machines and lifted weights. His 
girlfriend, Christi, appointed herself his 'sexual 
therapist' and each week on Saturday night, Christi 
would come over with a porno movie. They'd watch 
the movie and he would be 'tested' over the 
material.

The sessions really did help him learn control. 
He'd been paralyzed for fifteen years and never got 
a chance before that to explore sex. Christi taught 
him everything from jacking off to eating her out. 
Now, when they had sex, Eric could get Christi off 
before he shot his load. She appreciated his 
efforts and rewarded him by playing handmaiden when 
they showered afterwards. He wanted to make up for 
lost time and today was the beginning of the first 
step: driver's education.

At 28 and having to sit through Driver's Ed class 
with a bunch of fifteen year olds was terrifying. 
Eric figured at best, the kids would tease him, and 
at worst, getting hit on by the blossoming young 
women. Christi was picking him up and taking him to 
the high school for his first day. She helped him 
get his permit and he felt confident with the 
driving. Eric sat in the passenger seat of her 
Camero thinking about how it would go when she came 
out of the blue with, "Eric, do you ever think 
about fucking other women?"

He was stunned. He loved Christi to death but, like 
any man, if a nice ass or long legs or a pair of 
plump tits came into sight, he got a raging boner. 
She knew he was faithful and he worried she might 
want to invite a girlfriend over sometime. "Yeah."

"That's healthy." She paused to turn the corner, 
then went on talking. "I just wondered because my 
brothers, when they decided girls were OK, they had 
a girl for every night of the week. A change is as 
good as a rest, is what I'm getting at."

"You want me to be with other women? Are we 
breaking up or what?" He was totally confused.

"No, no! I don't want to break up. Twenty years 
down the road, I don't want you blaming our 
relationship for not letting you check out other 
pussies."

The light bulb went on over his head. "Okay. I 
think I see what you're saying. I don't regret that 
I've only had you. I'll still get excited if I see 
another woman with a great body but you're gonna be 
the one who gets me off." The school came into 
sight and Christi pulled up to the front, parking 
the car.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Keep in 
mind that if you ever touch another woman with 
sexual intent, I'll chop your hands off."

"Why my hands? My dick, yes, but hands?"

Christi held his chin between her thumb and index 
finger. "Because then *I* can make your life hell." 
She delivered a mind-blowing kiss. "Now play nice 
with the other kids."

Eric slipped off his seatbelt and pulled her close. 
"You are a blood thirsty bitch, aren't you? And 
you're all mine!" He growled deeply and chewed on 
her neck before leaving the car. They waved to each 
other as she left and he went inside the building.

He walked down the hallway to room 105 and opened 
the door. It was a typical classroom with desks and 
a blackboard. Of the twenty students, he saw only 
one other guy seated in back. The stranger waved 
Eric to the desk next to his and Eric had to run 
through the gauntlet of females. They wolf whistled 
and said, 'Nice ass!' as he worked his way to the 
other male. He sat down and shifted his legs under 
the desktop. "Brian. You new?"

Eric turned to see a Marilyn Manson look alike. 
Brian had long black hair and a very pale face. 
"I'm Eric and I'm kinda new. This is my first 
driver's ed."

"I go to the alternative school. You a senior?"

"No. I graduated in '89."

Brian scowled. "What the fuck is a 28 year old guy 
doing in driver's ed?"

"Well, I was in a wheelchair for fifteen years."

He nodded. "Mmm, that'd do it. How come you ain't 
in one now?"

"It's a long story. Let's just say my girlfriend 
gave me the cure."

"Cool." The door opened and in walked a short, 
beautiful blonde. The blonde had a nice rack up 
front and wore a tiny skirt that just covered her 
ass. "The black widow," Brian stage whispered and 
twitched his fingers. He saw Eric was going to ask 
about the nickname. "Tell you after class."

The blonde set her bag on the big table in front. 
"Hello class. I'm Mrs. Redfern." Groans went up. "I 
know you were supposed to have Mr. McCoy but he had 
an accident with the jigsaw in shop class."

"She probably waved her tits in his face," Brian 
said under his breath.

Eric choked and Mrs. Redfern frowned at him. "Is 
there a problem?"

"No ma'am." Eric had an innocent look plastered 
across his face.

"We're going to go over the Young Drivers of 
America manual today." She pulled out a stack of 
books from her bag. As she passed them out, she 
said, "Now, we won't get behind the wheel until 
Thursday. Don't forget to write your name on the 
cover." Mrs. Redfern handed Eric his book and he 
had to pry it from her as she played coy with him. 
After she handed out a manual to each person, she 
told them to turn to page one and she read the 
whole thing out loud.

The two hours dragged but came to an end. Eric and 
Brian escaped first and they headed out to the 
parking lot. Brian sat on a concrete bench and 
pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He stuck one in 
and lit it with his Zippo. He inhaled and let the 
smoke blow out his nostrils. "Tell me about the 
'black widow'," Eric said.

Brian flicked off the ash. "When she started 
teaching, one of the janitors was watching her 
wiggle her ass down to the teachers lounge. She 
knew he was looking and flashed her tits at him. He 
was buffing the floor at the time and the sucker 
got away and he went head first into the concrete 
wall." He took another drag. "This other time, the 
old principal, Mr. Jackson, dropped dead of a heart 
attack in his office. When the ambulance got there, 
Mrs. Redfern was buttoning her blouse if you know 
what I mean."

"Here she comes," Eric said and they both shut up. 
Eric watched Mrs. Redfern click down the sidewalk 
in her black high heels. She stopped in front of 
them and looked back at her legs.

She turned, which pulled her skirt up, and asked 
Eric, "Is there a run in my stocking?"

He could see the half-moon curves of her ass and 
the elastic tops of her pantyhose. "I don't see 
any, do you Brian?" Brian studied the situation and 
shook his head. "Nope, no runs at all."

"Thank you, boys." Mrs. Redfern faced them and 
tugged at her blouse, freeing the top couple of 
buttons. "Woo, it sure is hot out here. Thank the 
Lord for air conditioning." By now, the shirt 
flapped open and the guys got an eyeful of tanned 
breasts covered by a lacy white bra. She didn't 
notice the avocado green Camero that pulled up 
behind her with Christi in the driver's seat.

Christi motioned for the guys to be quiet as she 
moved to the passenger seat. She stuck her head out 
the window and said in a loud voice, "Hi Mrs. 
Redfern!"

The teacher jumped and began buttoning her blouse. 
She backed up and stuttered, "Hi Christi. I was 
just... ah, just reminding these boys about... ah, 
Thursday. Yeah, Thursday."

"You sure look pretty today, Mrs. Redfern."

"Th-th-thank you." Mrs. Redfern ran to her car and 
sped away from Christi.

Eric asked, "What the hell was that all about?"

Christi chuckled out, "I had her when I did 
driver's ed and I caught her giving head to one of 
male students. She's afraid one day I'll go to the 
school board and get her fired." She noticed Brian. 
"Hey Brian. I haven't seen you in forever."

Brian leaned through the passenger window. "The 
folks don't think I need a babysitter anymore. 
How'd you hookup with this bozo?"

Eric protested and Christi laughed. "Over the 
computer. We emailed for a while then met in person 
last summer."

Brian inhaled the last drag from his cigarette. He 
dropped the butt and ground it under his sneaker. 
"Cool. Can I bum a ride home?"

"No prob, but you gotta sit in back," Christi 
replied. Brian got in and Eric pushed the seat 
back. They buckled up and pulled away from the 
school. Brian talked to Christi, mostly about 
school and music.

"How come you go to alternative school?" Eric 
asked. "They didn't have that when I was here."

"You know who Marilyn Manson is, right?" Eric 
nodded. "Over the summer of '98, I grew my hair 
long and dyed it black. The teachers complained 
that I was 'a distraction to the educational 
system' because I kinda look like him. His music's 
cool but not my thing and I got a choice of going 
to alternative school or kicked out altogether. Not 
cause I was dealing or have a 'learning disorder'. 
The teachers are full of shit anyway."

Christi pulled along side the curb in front of a 
ranch-style house. Eric got out and let Brian out. 
"Hey Chris, can you give me a ride Thursday to the 
junior high?" She said yes and he danced a little. 
"I getta drive a real car! Woo-hoo!" He high-fived 
Eric and strolled up to the house.

They drove towards Christi's apartment and she 
asked, "So, how did your day go?"

"Brian's the only other guy in the class. The girls 
commented on my physique and Mrs. Redfern hit on 
me."

"I can't blame them. You are one good-looking hunk 
of man." The car parked in the building's lot and 
they got out, holding hands as they walked to her 
ground floor apartment. Christi had only essential 
furniture and the fridge was empty since she spent 
most of her time at Eric's.

As Eric looked around, a thought popped in his 
head. 

"Christi, have you ever thought about moving in 
with me? You're with me most of the time anyway."

"Yeah, I have." Christi shrugged her shoulders and 
turned to him. "I didn't say anything about it 
because we haven't been together for very long."

"Would you, if I asked?" Eric stuffed his hands in 
his pockets.

"If you were asking, I'd need time to think."

"How much time?"

"Hmm-mmm," Christi looped her hands around Eric's 
neck and nibbled his jawline playfully. "Depends."

His cock swelled to semi-hardness. "On what?" Eric 
closed his palms over her breasts, massaging them.

"On how fast we can pack up my stuff." She pulled 
herself free and grinned. "I have been waiting for 
you to ask me." Eric followed Christi to her 
bedroom and saw all the stacked boxes. "The 
furniture stays, including the bed. My whole life 
packed in two suitcases and eleven boxes."

Eric pouted. "Except for me. I'm not in a box."

"A strapping young man like you needs a particular 
box," Christi replied and drew his hands down to 
her heat. "I hope you aren't claustrophobic cause 
it's a small, tight box."

"I like tight places. I pray I won't stretch the 
walls out of shape." Eric knelt before his 
girlfriend and removed her jeans. When the denims 
reached her ankles, Christi kicked them off. The 
flowered panties came next. Her pubes were shaven 
bare and Eric kissed the fatty mound. He pondered 
briefly when she shaved herself but lost himself in 
her beautiful vulva.

Christi backed to the mattress and lay down, 
exposing her pussy to Eric. He shifted her butt to 
the edge of the bed and placed her knees on his 
shoulders. He brushed his mouth over her outer 
labia, smelling her dampness. He twirled his tongue 
along the seam and tasted her sweet honey. Two 
thumbs spread the puffy lips apart, revealing the 
florid folds inside and an erect clitoris peeking 
from beneath its hood.

Trickles of cum coated Christi's inner labia and 
Eric lapped the juices up. A sigh left her mouth. 
He moved into some serious cunnilingus, licking her 
slit from perineum to clit and back. Eric pushed 
her thighs further apart and teased her slick pearl 
with his tongue. Closing his lips over it, he 
suckled the sensitive bud lightly and eased two 
fingers in her hole. The digits gave her a taste of 
fucking, sliding in and out only an inch. Eric 
planned for his lover to be at the height of an 
orgasm before he plunged his cock inside her 
snugness.

He continued to suck her clit as she begged and 
pleaded for his cock. "Eric, please, fuck me. 
Aairric, please-please, I need you bad!" Christi 
groaned for him to put his dick in her pussy and he 
made her wait for him.

Eric released her clit and gazed up at Christi. "Do 
you want me to fuck you?" She nodded vigorously. He 
began sliding his hand over his boner as he stood 
up. "May be." Eric brushed his left fingertips over 
her hairless mound. 

"Did you shave for me?" Christi whimpered an 
affirmative. Eric pumped himself. She hadn't seen 
him act like this before. He was taking the 
initiative and making *her* wait on the brink of 
orgasm. Her vaginal walls tensed with excitement.

Cum dribbled out of her cunt. Eric was enjoying 
himself. 'Would she do what he asked?' he wondered. 
"Play with yourself, Christi. Keep those legs wide. 
I want to see you cum." His stroking paused as she 
spread her cunt lips open and rubbed her clit above 
the hood. She's doing it! She's really doing it! 
Eric thought giddily. The stroking on his manhood 
resumed.

She didn't take long to heat up. "Oooo god, I'm 
close!" Eric stepped between her thighs and watched 
for her cream to start flowing. Christi clamped her 
mouth tightly shut along with her eyes and felt her 
body contract with orgasm. Quickly, Eric grabbed 
her wrists and forced them away. Her eyes flew open 
and he caught her with his hot gaze. Thrusting his 
hips forward, Eric plunged his hard cock into her 
spasming cunt up to his heavy balls.

Eric fell on top of Christi, imprisoning her wrists 
high above her head. She adjusted her pelvis and 
accepted the pounding happily. His mouth found hers 
and plundered the warm depths with his tongue, 
mimicking the fucking. Christi hooked her ankles 
together behind his back and bucked her hips 
upwards. A wave of pleasure came over her and she 
wanted to arch her back. Eric let his weight hold 
her down and kissed harder.

Christi was pinned to the bed and unable to move. 
She loved every second of the immobility. Eric 
swallowed her cries of ecstasy and felt his balls 
raise up, tightening. Now Christi accepted her 
man's grunts of bliss in her moist mouth. His cock 
swelled, then filled the hot pussy with loads of 
his cum. The hard kiss softened automatically as 
each returned from Nature's high. Eric levered his 
weight onto his forearms and broke the kiss. 
Christi's lips were swollen, chapped and curved 
into a smile.

"Eric," she sighed. "I want it to always be like 
this."

He burrowed into her shoulder. "Then marry me."

"Okay." Eric lifted his face away from her sweaty 
skin and squinted at her. "I said okay."

"I heard you. I expected a different reaction, is 
all."

"Like what? Jumping up and hugging you? You fucked 
my brains out! I'm lucky I still remember how to 
speak English."

"When?"

She titled her head, thinking. "After you get your 
driver's license. August or September, maybe."

"Mom'll be happy. She thinks you walk on water 
since you got me out of that damned chair." He 
kissed her tenderly and they lay in bed for a 
while. "Did you pack your towels? I feel all 
sticky."

"I did, sorry. We can clean up at your place."

"*Our* place," Eric corrected Christi.

***

Thursday morning came early and Christi dropped 
Eric off at the junior high. She had to pick up 
Brian and told Eric Brian always waits until the 
last minute to go anywhere. Eric leaned against the 
cool bricks and glanced at his watch. 7.45 am. Time 
to kill. He saw Mrs. Redfern pull into the lot 
driving the standard, white, four-door, Ford Escort 
with 'Student Driver' pasted on the trunk. She 
climbed out wearing a similar outfit to the one 
from Tuesday. "Good morning, Eric. Where's your 
driving buddy?"

"He's on his way."

"Good. We can put you behind the steering wheel 
first," she said. Mrs. Redfern was glad the two 
boys chose each other. There would be no girls in 
the way of her pedophilic conquests. She stared at 
Eric's crotch as he walked over to the car.

Eric got in, closed the door and fastened his 
seatbelt. Mrs. Redfern slid into the front seat 
across from him. Her skirt had hitched up, showing 
generous amounts of thigh. "Let me see if that belt 
is adjusted properly," she purred and snaked a hand 
over his fly. "Right where it should be."

"Uh, Mrs. Redfern, you shouldn't be touching me 
like that."

"Call me Lily."

"Lily, you shouldn't be touching me like that," 
Eric repeated.

Her fingers unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the 
zipper. "But you like it. See?" She eased the 
waistband of his underwear over his cock and held 
the satiny hardness. "The first lesson is to 
pretend the wheel is a clock and keep your hands on 
the ten and two positions." Eric gripped the 
plastic wheel hard. "Very good, Eric. You're a fast 
learner."

His voice cracked. "Brian will be here any minute."

"I know. I want his cock, too," Lily growled and 
began stroking Eric. 

"Oh GOD!"

"Cumming so soon? I better get to work." Her mouth 
closed over his prick, swallowing him whole. He 
stared transfixed at her blonde head bobbing up and 
down his length. The tingling in his boys told Eric 
he was going to shoot his load very quickly. Lily's 
lips dragged over his shaft and her teeth grazed 
the sensitive flesh. This was every adolescent 
male's fantasy: getting head from the hot teacher 
at school. He should be enjoying this, right?

Christi's voice called to him from a great 
distance. Eric's voice strangled in his throat and 
he tried to call for help. There was another voice, 
too, a bit deeper, like a man's. Brian's face 
peered in the driver's window and he got an 
excellent view of the blowjob. "Holy shit! Hey 
Christi, Mrs. Redfern's giving Eric head!"

The passenger door flew open and the hot mouth 
surrounding Eric's cock disappeared. He looked over 
and saw Christi beating the crap out of Lily. "You 
fucking bitch!" WHAM! Lily got a punch in the face. 
Christi called Lily everything from a bitch to a 
child molester and brought her point home by 
hitting Mrs. Redfern's body and face. Lily was 
thrown on the hood and Eric saw the blood pouring 
from her mouth and nose. His fiancee grabbed Lily's 
red stained blouse in her fists. "I'm going right 
to the cops and the school board on this. I 
understand inmates look down on child molesters." 
Christi slammed Mrs. Redfern into the metal hood.

Brian's brown eyes were wide and he immediately lit 
up a smoke. Exhaling a long drag, he said, "Whoa. 
This is some serious shit." The tobacco burned down 
to the filter and Brian quickly lit up another.

Eric unclipped his belt and slowly got out of the 
car. Christi looked over the hood at him with a 
flushed face and wild eyes. "Eric, are you all 
right? Did that slut hurt you?"

He cleared his throat. "No. She just whipped out my 
dick and started sucking." Sirens cried in the 
distance and grew louder as the police car 
approached. It squealed to a stop beside the four 
of them and the cops got out. The passenger officer 
drew his gun and trained it on Christi. The driver 
saw Lily's prone body and radioed for an ambulance.

The driver hooked the receiver back up and walked 
to Eric and Brian. "We got a call about an assault. 
What happened here?" He got out a pad and pen.

"I'm Eric Sullivan. I'm here for my driver's ed 
class." 

Eric gestured at Lily. "That's my instructor, Mrs. 
Redfern. 

Mrs. Redfern took liberties with my person."

Officer Lewis, his nametag read, asked, "Who are 
the other two?"

Eric motioned at Brian. "This is Brian, my driving 
buddy. 

And the other woman is my fiancee, Christi Parks."

"Brian what?"

"Brian Ekhardt," Brian answered.

"Uh huh," Officer Lewis scribbled in his notebook. 
Lily Redfern was known around the police station 
but they could never get any eye witnesses to 
testify about what she did. All she had on her 
record were a few complaints. "What kind of 
liberties? I have to know for my report."

Eric flushed and replied, "Mrs. Redfern was giving 
me an unwanted blowjob when Brian and Christi 
pulled up."

More scribbling. "Mr. Ekhardt, did you witness 
this...blow job?"

"Oh yeah! I saw her sucking him down like a vanilla 
shake on a hot summer day. Right through the 
driver's window, sir."

Lewis' face was expressionless. Inside he was 
yipping for joy. If Eric and Brian would testify in 
court, Lily would be stripped of her teaching 
license. He looked at Eric and asked, "What 
happened to Mrs. Redfern?"

"Christi got extremely upset and beat her up."

Lewis walked over to the other side of the car. 
"Miss, we're going to have to arrest you for 
assault and battery. Put your hands behind your 
back." Christi did as he asked. Lewis slapped the 
handcuffs on her wrists. "OK Nick, Mirandize her." 
Nick drew out a card from his breast pocket and 
read from it to Christi. She said yes, she 
understood when he finished.

Nick opened the rear door of the black and white 
and pushed Christi inside. Eric called to Lewis, 
"How long is she going to be in jail? What can I do 
now?"

"She'll have to appear before a judge for her 
sentencing. I'd say get her a lawyer down to the 
station." The officers climbed back in the squad 
car and left.

Brian took charge. "There's a pay phone across the 
street. 

We'll call my folks and ask them about finding a 
lawyer." 

He grabbed Eric's arm and dragged him to the gas 
station. Brian reached in his pocket for change and 
dialed his home number. "Dad? It's Brian. There's a 
problem here. Remember Christi Parks? Her boyfriend 
is in my driver's ed class and she got busted for 
assault and battery on Mrs. Redfern. He's 28. It's 
a long story. Can you get a hold of a lawyer and 
come pick us up? We're at the QuikStop across from 
the junior high. Tell Mom I'm fine. Bye." He said 
to Eric, "My dad's coming to get us. Don't worry. 
Things'll work out."

***

Friday morning at nine, Eric and his family sat in 
the front row of the gallery. Christi's mother, 
Patricia, and brother, Tom, sat on the other side 
of Eric. Brian and his folks were there, too. Eric 
tugged at his tie and saw Christi being led through 
a side door into the courtroom. She wore an orange 
jumpsuit and her hands were cuffed in front this 
time. She waggled her fingers at him, looking 
bedraggled and tired. The bailiff sat her down 
behind the defendant's table with her attorney.

The bailiff walked to the bench and spoke loudly, 
"Hear ye, hear ye! Court is now in session. The 
Honorable Judge K. Laura O'Kelly presiding." Judge 
O'Kelly came in from a closed door and adjusted her 
robes. She sat down and banged her gavel.

"Order, please." The courtroom quieted. "OK Bill, 
what have we got?"

The bailiff handed her a manila folder. "Redfern v. 
Parks, assault and battery."

The judge glanced at Lily's battered face and at 
Christi's tired one. "Seems clear cut. Mr. Jordan, 
you're up."

Mr. Jordan, Lily's attorney, stood. "Your honor, my 
client was attacked, beaten and insulted by the 
defendant while at her teaching job. The defendant 
has confessed her crimes and shows no remorse for 
her actions." He sat down.

Christi's lawyer, David Grundy, waited for the 
judge to give her nod. When she gave it, he stood 
up. "Your honor. My client, Miss Parks, had 
provocation for her attack on Mrs. Redfern. Mrs. 
Redfern was abusing her position as a teacher by 
sexually assaulting one of her driver's education 
students. The student is Miss Parks' fiance. I know 
if I was attacked that way, my wife would see red 
as well. We have a witness to the attack willing to 
testify and the victim also. Miss Parks will stand 
by your judgement and serve her time, if you deem 
it necessary. Thank you."

Judge O'Kelly raised an eyebrow at the last 
comment. "Mr. Jordan, you may call your witness."

Mrs. Redfern got on the stand and testified through 
tears about the terrifying and viscous assault on 
her person. Her attorney let her tell her side with 
no questions asked. Mr. Grundy, however, went into 
a cross-examination. "Mrs. Redfern, you say you 
were only helping Eric Sullivan adjust his safety 
belt properly, correct?" Lily said yes. "Mrs. 
Redfern, do you know what this is?" David held out 
a sheet of paper and Lily shook her head. "It is 
test results taken last night during your visit to 
the emergency room. The doctor on call had to 
stitch your lip, correct?"

Lily shifted nervously in her seat. "Yes, sir. He 
did."

"You may not realize but every patient that comes 
into the ER has his or her blood tested for 
diseases; such as HIV, Hepatitis, and so forth. The 
doctor swabbed your saliva and drew some blood. 
This paper tells me that the saliva sample had an 
anomaly, something that didn't look right. That 
swab didn't just have your saliva on it, did it, 
Mrs. Redfern?"

"No," she whispered.

"The lab found traces of semen, only hours old. 
Now, can you tell me how you got fresh semen in 
your mouth?"

Lily's eyes widened and she gazed at Mr. Jordan. 
"Um, my boyfriend..."

"Mrs. Redfern, I remind you that you are under oath 
and there is a severe penalty for perjury."

Tears streamed down her bruised face. "Eric. It's 
Eric's semen."

"And how did Eric's semen get into your mouth?"

She broke completely. "I gave him head! I put his 
penis in my mouth!" She ran from the courtroom 
bawling. A court officer stopped her at the doors.

Judge O'Kelly pounded her gavel for quiet. "Order! 
I want order or I'll clear the court!" The only 
sound was the muffled sobs from Lily. "Mr. Grundy. 
It seems your client had good cause but Miss Parks 
admitted her guilt to the assault. Miss Parks, 
stand please." Christi got up and looked at the 
judge. "I find the defendant, Christina Elisabeth 
Parks, guilty of assault in the sixth degree. I 
sentence you to five days in jail, a term to begin 
at ten am this morning and time served."

Eric touched Christi's back. "What does that mean?"

"I start my sentence in twenty minutes. The time I 
was in last night is taken off the five days. I 
should be out Tuesday morning." Christi tugged on 
Eric's lapels and kissed him. "I love you, Eric. 
Don't forget about me." Bill the bailiff took her 
back out the same door she entered.

"Thanks, Mr. Grundy," Eric said and shook hands.

"You're welcome. Don't worry about the fee, it's 
pro bono."

Eric, his family, Brian, his family and Christi's 
family left the courthouse together and went to 
lunch. Eric barely touched his burger and fries. 
Brian patted Eric's back. "Don't worry, big guy. 
Christi'll be okay." The group broke up and Eric 
headed for home, wanting to be by himself.

The house was empty without Christi there. Eric 
grabbed a picture of them off the fireplace mantle 
from their day at his company's picnic. Engineers 
are never dull, he thought with a slight grin. The 
memory came back to him. A game of basketball and 
Christi driving down the court with the ball. Eric 
knew she was going to charge him and knock him on 
his ass. She held the ball up, like taking a shot, 
and fell into his arms.

Eric's supervisor, Mitch, had taken the photo. Eric 
held Christi around her waist, his hands gripping 
her butt and face buried in her cleavage. She was 
off the ground in mid-jump, the ball flying out of 
her hands. He was naked to the waist and wore a 
pair of gym shorts. Christi had on his favorite 
outfit: light pink halter-top (no bra) and cutoffs 
with ragged hems.

He brushed Christi's image with his lips. "I love 
you." He glanced at the bulge under his trousers. 
"And my dick loves you, too." Eric held onto the 
picture and made his way upstairs for a bath. The 
water sprayed out the spigot and filled the tub 
with steamy water. Eric poured in some of Christi's 
bubble bath and stripped down. His hard on sprang 
out and he debated on beating the meat but decided 
to wait until later.

Eric climbed in and leaned against the back, trying 
to relax. He missed her so much. The five days were 
going to seem like forever. He finished soaking and 
dried off. He padded into the bedroom and crawled 
between the cool sheets. A half-formed idea drifted 
into his mind.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Eric woke with a jolt. Somebody 
was at the door. He glanced at the bedside clock: 
1.30 in the afternoon. The pounding resumed and 
Eric threw on some jeans and rushed downstairs. He 
opened the door and found Brian standing there. 
"What are you doing here?"

Brian walked in. "I have got primo news! The school 
board gave us 'byes' for driver's ed! They called 
Dad and told him that 'those young men have been 
traumatized and emotionally scarred from this 
ordeal and will receive passing grades'. We are 
done! I'm headed up to the mall and am taking that 
exam tomorrow!"

"Wait a sec. You're telling me the school board 
passed us for driver's ed and we can go take our 
tests tomorrow."

"Got the papers right here." Brian held folded 
paper in his hands. He gave one to Eric. "I can't 
wait to start cruising. Got my eye on this HFC red 
head."

"HFC?"

"You know, Hot For Cock. That's the nickname for 
the Catholic school girls."

"Okaaay. I got an idea floating around in my head 
and I was wondering if you'd help me out." Brian 
agreed. "Hear me out. I wanted to get Christi 
something special for her birthday. I decided on a 
tattoo and an earring...and an engagement ring."

"Taking the plunge! Eric, you dog. Like the sign 
says, 'Everything You Want' is at the mall. Wanna 
go now? Dad's out in the car."

"Let me grab a shirt. We're going just for the 
birthday stuff, right? Driving tests tomorrow?" 
Brian shook his head yes and waited. Eric ran 
upstairs and grabbed the closest thing he found - 
one of Christi's KISS shirts.

The Pacific Coast mall was packed with cars. 
Brian's dad found a spot open near the entrance to 
Sears. Brian told his dad where Eric and he would 
be and they separated. Brian led Eric through the 
center of the building and down a corridor near the 
toilets. 'Skin Deep' flashed in green neon above 
the entrance and they went inside. An older woman 
stopped them and asked for ID. They showed her 
their permits. "This one's OK. You," she pointed at 
Brian, "can't get one without parental permission."

"I don't want a tattoo. I'm here as moral support 
for this guy. He wants one for his fiancee."

The woman grinned. "First one, huh?"

Eric nodded. "Yep. Nervous as hell." She laughed 
and brought them to the counter. The walls were 
covered with tattoo art and Eric was awestruck. 
"You got quite a selection."

"First timers want the extravagant. I tell 'em to 
get something simple. This shit don't wash off!" 
She opened a book with more drawings. "Fiancee, 
right? Get what you like, cause you hafta live with 
it."

"I was thinking about putting it on my biceps. Is 
that a good spot?"

The lady nodded. "Sure." She squeezed his upper 
arm. "You got definition. It might hurt some. Sole 
of the foot is best, nice thick skin. Chest is bad 
for a guy but OK for a gal. Remember, simple!"

Brian and Eric searched for the right tattoo. Eric 
wanted it to be colorful and macho. Nothing caught 
his eye. Christi had a rose. What would go with a 
rose? Another rose? Nah. Her name in a heart? 
Overrated. He thought about what he liked: AC\DC, 
Christi, computers and small animals. A butterfly, 
maybe? Not on his arm. "Hey, can you tattoo 
somebody's butt?"

"Why not?" The lady shrugged her shoulders. "It 
won't hurt when the needles put the ink in but you 
gotta sit down."

"I found a nice small butterfly. I'd get teased at 
work if I put on my arm. I thought about my butt. 
Christi would be one of the few people to see it." 
Eric showed her the drawing of an orange butterfly 
with black spots on either wing. It was about two 
inches square in size.

"Hey Charlie! Got a transfer for 783?"

Charlie dug around in the filing cabinet. "Right 
here. C'mon over, big guy." Eric walked over to the 
dentist-style chair. "Where do you want it?"

"On my left butt cheek."

"Okay. Undo the pants and show me exactly." Eric 
did that and pulled his jeans over his left hip, 
patting the bare flesh. "Above where the pocket is 
on the outside. Got it. Hop up in the chair and get 
comfy." Eric got in the chair and lay on his right 
side facing Brian, who watched eagerly. "Can you 
get on your belly?" Eric flopped over and lowered 
his jeans.

Charlie swabbed the area with alcohol and shaved 
off the tiny blonde hairs. He rubbed more alcohol 
on and changed into fresh gloves. The transform was 
placed and saturated with water so the outline was 
on Eric's cheek. Eric heard a whining sound and the 
paper disappeared. Charlie talked about what he was 
doing. "I'm gonna outline in black ink first. Just 
keep still and don't laugh."

Brian watched as Charlie's electric needle poked in 
and out of Eric's skin. Eric felt tiny pricks 
pierce his ass. "How long should this take?"

"Maybe forty minutes. An hour tops. Only gotta 
change needles twice. Nice choice, dude." The 
whining noise soothed Eric and he shut his eyes. 
Charlie worked; going faster when he realized Eric 
was asleep. The outline was done along with all the 
black highlights. Charlie changed the needles for 
pre-sterilized ones and put on another pair of 
clean gloves. The orange ink began to fill in the 
gaps in the wings.

Charlie wiped the new ink, checking for uncolored 
areas. Perfect. He nudged Eric awake. "All done. 
I'm taping a gauze pad over it to prevent 
infection. If it looks weird, get to a doctor."

"Can I see it?" Eric asked. Charlie gave him a hand 
up and stood him backwards to a full-length mirror. 
Eric took the hand mirror and looked in it over his 
shoulder. The butterfly was beautiful! "Cool. Thank 
you very much." Charlie taped on the bandage. Eric 
carefully brought up his pants, keeping one hand on 
the gauze. Eric went to the lady at the counter and 
paid in cash.

Brian exclaimed, "That was too cool! I wish I could 
see the look on her face when she sees it."

"She's going to have to find it first," Eric 
commented and Brian laughed. They found a little 
boutique that did free ear piercing with a purchase 
of studs. The girl at the counter asked if they 
needed any help. "I want to get my ear pierced."

"Right one," Brian whispered. "Left means you're 
gay."

"My right ear, please." Eric picked out a single 
silver stud from the display. The girl made him sit 
on a padded stool and he winced. The girl cleaned 
his lobe with alcohol, then used a felt-tipped pen 
to mark where the earring would go through. She 
held a gun up and slipped the lobe between the 
earring and the backing.

"This will pinch and it's all done." The stud went 
through his flesh quickly and Eric didn't feel a 
thing. She wiped his ear again with alcohol. Eric 
paid out the $15 for the earring and some cleaning 
solution. He memorized the girl's instructions 
about the care of his new piercing. Brian and Eric 
were walking out the store when she called, "We do 
belly rings, too!" and winked.

"I don't know how you stand it! Man, I'd be taking 
up that offer!"

"Most women couldn't see past my handicap when I 
was paralyzed. Don't ask now. I swear I'll tell you 
soon." Brian just shook his head. The guys found 
Brian's dad sitting near the fountain. "Know a good 
place for an engagement ring?"

Brian's dad, Roger, chuckled. "The jewelry store?" 
The trio went into the one by Sears and Eric 
checked over the selection of rings. Most were a 
set of three: the engagement ring and his and hers 
wedding bands. Christi would help decide on the 
wedding bands. The engagement ring was all Eric's 
choice.

Christi liked things a little off center. Diamonds 
were on par for engagements but they had gotten so 
cliche. Brian yelled at Eric, "I think I found a 
good one!" Eric went over and looked through the 
case. In the center of the display was a lovely, 
teardrop shaped diamond with a single diamond chip 
on either side. The gems were set on a gold colored 
band.

The clerk came over and asked, "Can I help you 
gentlemen find anything?"

Eric pointed at the ring Brian found. "I'd like to 
see that one, please." The man unlocked the case 
and pulled it out.

"It's a beautiful, pear-cut diamond at two carats."

"What size is it? I need a 7."

The man checked the tag and smiled. "Size 7 
exactly."

"I'll take it." Eric pulled his wallet out of his 
hip pocket. The clerk just stood there staring.

"Ah, sir, this ring is priced at $2400. Are you 
sure you want it?"

"I'm sure." Eric flashed his credit card. "Charge 
it." The clerk led him to the cash register. Eric 
prayed the card cleared, even though he knew he had 
enough credit. 'Approved' came up on the register's 
display and the clerk gingerly placed the ring in a 
velvet box. Eric signed the receipt and thanked the 
man.

Roger said, "I can't believe you paid that much."

"Christi's worth every penny." The men left the 
mall and the Ekhardts dropped Eric off at his 
house. He phoned his parents and told them the news 
about passing driver's education. His dad said Eric 
could use their car and that he would be by 
tomorrow a little before ten in the morning. Eric 
hung up and slowly ascended the ramp to his room. 
He placed the bagged ring in his sock drawer and 
got in bed. He thought about how Christi was 
fairing in jail. Was she okay? Did they feed her? 
Is she lonely for him? He decided to visit her 
after he (hopefully) got his license Saturday.


Part 3: Learning to Fly

Jail wasn't the hard place you see in the movies. 
Christi found it tedious. You stayed locked up in 
your cell until exercise time or if you had any 
visitors. The jailers gave her three meals a day 
and a shower every morning. Her cellmate, and only 
other prisoner, was a woman named Reany Jones. 
Reany was in for public intoxication and serving 
nine days. They didn't talk much, unless the 
silence got too much. Each knew why the other was 
in jail and that was the only verbal exchange 
during the past 36 hours.

Reany returned to the cell after getting to go 
outside for a cigarette. The state law said you 
can't smoke inside public buildings unless in a 
designated area, usually outside. Now Christi knew 
the big reason why convicts smoked. "Hey Reany, 
how's the weather?" Christi asked.

"Sunny." Reany shuffled over to her bunk and sat 
down. More silence. One officer walked by the cell 
to check on them. "Got the time?" Reany asked the 
cop.

She glanced at her watch. "Nine-thirty." She walked 
away.

Christi sighed and rested her chin in her palm. "I 
wonder what Eric's doing?"

***

Eric was sitting at his kitchen table pouring over 
the driver's manual. His dad would be here soon and 
Eric wanted to do some last minute cramming before 
taking the written test. There was so much to 
remember! What trivial things would be on the test? 
Eric's brother, Doug, had phoned earlier and told 
Eric to work on the following: the correct distance 
from curb to car when parking on the street, which 
way to turn the steering wheel when parking on an 
incline and a down slope, the safe braking distance 
if behind another vehicle, and when were the roads 
the slickest in a rainstorm.

Doug said these were the common things missed and 
the rest of the written was a piece of cake. Eric's 
father, Larry, would let Eric drive his '97 
Cadillac for the second half of the test. Larry 
knocked on the kitchen window and Eric gathered his 
stuff up and went outside. Eric sat behind the 
wheel and shifted. The tattoo on his ass ached. 
Today, Eric wore sweatpants because his jeans 
aggravated the tender spot. Larry got in the other 
side and said, "OK. Buckle up and check your 
mirrors." Eric did that. "Turn the key and let's 
go."

The engine purred and Eric checked all the mirrors, 
remembering to look over his shoulder. No cars were 
coming so he slipped the car into reverse and 
pulled out. Larry didn't say much as they drove to 
the mall. Eric was driving fine and would surely 
pass the test.

They arrived at the mall. Eric shifted the 
gearstick into park and shut off the Caddy. The two 
men left the car and walked in the huge building to 
find the driver's license kiosk. Brian and Roger 
were already there. Roger was on a bench and 
motioned Larry over. Eric stood in line and the 
young lady asked, "What can I do for you today?"

"I'm here to take my driver's exam," Eric said 
nervously.

"Do you have your driver's permit?" Eric fumbled in 
his wallet and gave the plastic coated card to her. 
She shuffled papers around and held a sheaf in her 
right hand. "OK. Sit over here. Here's the test and 
a pencil. When you're finished, just bring up to 
me."

"Thank you." Eric took the papers and pencil from 
her and sat down. He wrote his name on the top and 
looked it over. The questions were all multiple 
choice and he got to work. Doug's words echoed in 
Eric's head. Everything Doug told him was on the 
test. He got done quickly and took the papers up to 
the same woman. "All done."

She smiled. "Not yet." She handed him a laminated 
sheet and a black crayon. The sheet had more 
questions about street signs. "Read the questions 
carefully and circle the answer you think is right. 
Then bring it back." Eric walked back to his chair 
and sat down. The first question read: 'Which of 
these signs means a railroad crossing?' The four 
pictograms were a red octagonal, an upside down 
yellow triangle, a white circle with a black X and 
a white rectangle. Eric circled the white circle 
with the black X. The rest of the exam was more of 
the same. Eric got up and returned this sheet to 
the clerk. "I'll check this over. Just one second."

She put a piece of cardboard over the first set of 
papers. 

The cardboard had holes punched out for the right 
answers. 

Eric watched the red pen she held mark in two of 
the holes. "You did good. Only two wrong out of 
thirty." Eric let out the breath he'd been holding. 
She got out the answer sheet for the street signs. 
"Perfect. You didn't miss any. Take a seat over 
there and when the deputy comes back, you can drive 
with him."

Eric flopped down beside his dad. "I gotta wait for 
the deputy to get back. I only missed two on the 
written."

"Good, good." Larry patted Eric on the shoulder. 
"You'll drive just fine."

"I hope so." Eric replied. He waited for twenty 
minutes and saw a man in a brown and gold uniform 
walk in with Brian. Brian saw Eric and gave him the 
thumbs up, signaling Brian had passed. The cop 
dropped off some papers, got different ones and 
called Eric's name. Eric stood up and followed the 
deputy outside.

"Which one is the car you'll be driving?" Eric led 
the man to Larry's Caddy. "Can you get inside? I 
need to check your lights and signals." Eric got 
behind the wheel. The cop asked for the headlights, 
turn signals, brake lights and finally hazard 
lights. When that was over, the deputy got in the 
passenger's seat and told Eric, "Start the car and 
I'll direct you where to go as we move along."

Eric nodded and buckled up. He checked the mirrors 
and turned the ignition switch. He looked behind 
him, saw the way was clear, and pulled out of the 
parking spot. Eric drove all over town as the 
instructor directed. The man occasionally wrote on 
his clipboard, then closed it. "All right, sir, 
take us back to the mall."

"Did I pass?"

"You forgot to lock the car door after you were 
inside. That was the only thing. Yes, you passed." 
They rode back to the mall and Eric parked the car. 
He followed the officer into the licensing kiosk. 
The same clerk who gave Eric the test exchanged 
papers with the deputy. "Go ahead and get this man 
his license."

"Yes, sir. Okay, I need you to look in this machine 
and press the bar in." Eric complied. "There will 
be lights flashing. Tell me where you see them, on 
your right or your left. Keep looking straight 
ahead." This test was to check his peripheral 
vision and went fast. "Very good. Can you stand in 
front of that blue screen for me so we can take 
your picture." Eric combed his hair as he stood 
there. "Look right at the red light on the camera." 
Click. "One more for luck." Click. 

His license came out of a small machine behind the 
camera. The lady stuck the plastic card in a second 
machine. "Sign here." Eric wrote his signature. 
"It'll be a few minutes for the machine to process. 
Go ahead and have a seat."

He had just sat down when his name was called. Eric 
went back to the counter. The woman held out his 
warm license and he took it from her. He looked it 
over with awe, then placed it in his wallet. He 
couldn't wait to show Christi.

***

Christi and Reany were walking around outside 
behind a nine-foot high fence topped with barbed 
wire. It was part of their requisite exercise time. 
The other thirty minutes would be used in the 
afternoon around three. Reany leaned against the 
fence and smoked. Christi walked along the 
enclosure, mapping out the area. The female officer 
opened the door and said, "Parks, you got a 
visitor." Christi quickly went inside the jail and 
was led through holding to a small room.

There was a chair in front of a window. There 
wasn't any glass, only a double, overlapping 
barrier of chicken wire and Eric was seated on the 
other side. She sat down and smiled. "Hi Eric." She 
touched the cold wire with the flat of her hand.

Eric did the same. "Hi. Guess what? I got my 
driver's license today."

"How did you manage that? Driver's Ed isn't over 
with."

"For me and Brian it is. The school board heard 
about Mrs. Redfern and gave us passing grades 
because of the emotional trauma we suffered."

"You lucky little shits!" They laughed. "You got an 
earring, too."

"Yeah. I went out to the mall with Brian and his 
dad and I got a couple other things for your 
birthday."

Christi's mouth formed an 'O'. "Shit, I forgot all 
about it. What else did you get me?"

Eric shook a finger at her. "Noo, I ain't telling. 
You'll have to wait until your party Tuesday night. 
I know that's not your birthday. I thought you and 
me could do something special the day you get out." 
His lips curved into a boyish grin.

"I want to put in an order for bar-b-qued ribs. 
That's what I want instead of a cake." They sat in 
silence for a few minutes. "I'm sorry about 
fighting over you."

"It's okay. I would done the same thing if the 
positions had been reversed." He paused and asked 
in a hushed voice, "When did you, ah, shave?"

"After I dropped you off. I just got a wild hair to 
do something naughty and that was it." Christi bit 
her lower lip. "Did you like it?"

"Uh-huh." She watched his blue eyes darken with 
desire. 

"It's so soft under that hair. Does it itch now?"

"Unbelievably so! I figured I'd be able to shave 
every day but now... Ugh!"

"Is it bad being in jail?"

"BO-RING! There's one other prisoner and we don't 
talk much." The female cop poked her head in and 
said that time was up. Christi stood up. "I love 
you and I can't wait to get out."

"I love you, Christi. Take care. I'll see you 
Tuesday." He watched the officer take Christi from 
the room, and then Eric left the station. Only 
three more days to wait and be alone, Eric thought 
as he drove home in his father's borrowed Cadillac.

Saturday afternoon passed into Sunday. Eric 
puttered around, decorating for Christi's 
homecoming. Monday came and he went downtown to 
shop for presents. The first stop was at an out-of-
the-way lingerie shop. He went inside and felt 
dirty all over. Lacy underthings were on display 
everywhere! A young woman came up to him. "Are you 
being served?"

Dirty sexual ideas came into his mind. "No. I want 
to buy something for my girlfriend. Her birthday's 
Friday."

"My name's Angie and I'll be happy to show you 
around. Do you know the lady's size?"

"Christi is a 14 in jeans and has a 40 C cup top." 
He hoped that made sense.

"Do you have anything in mind? Bra and panties? A 
negligee?"

Eric noticed a baby blue colored... dress? ...on 
one of the mannequins. "What's that one?"

Angie smiled. "This is a form-fitting negligee made 
of Lycra and polyester. It stretches to hug a 
woman's curves."

Eric touched the lacy, spider web like material. 
"There's not much to it." It was a combination of 
netting and lace. "Ah, maybe I better stick to bras 
and panties."

"Would you like to have one of our girls model it 
for you? Show you how it will look on your 
girlfriend?" Angie told one of the models to change 
into this negligee. "It comes in the pastel colors; 
pink, baby blue, light green." The model stepped 
out of the dressing room. Eric's mouth fell open. 
The gown gave hints and peeks at what was 
underneath as the woman moved.

"I'll take it. In pink. Show me more." Eric was 
fantasizing Christi showing off every article he 
bought. He charged up a $368 bill on his credit 
card but he didn't give a damn. All he cared about 
was seeing his sexy fiancee modeling for him. Angie 
thanked him and told him to come back soon. He 
would and he'd bring Christi with him.

The last stop was another out-of-the-way store that 
sold adult toys. Eric walked through the door and 
looked for massage oils. He found a couple and he 
put them in the shopping basket he had picked up. 
Nothing else interested him. Eric paid for the oils 
and left for his car. He drove home. As much as 
Eric wanted to fondle the clothes he bought, he 
needed to get back to work.

Eric's company hired him after he graduated from 
college with an engineering degree and let Eric 
work at home because of his paralysis. Now that he 
was up and walking, his bosses let him keep working 
from his home computer. Eric turned on the computer 
and settled into his latest project, plans for a 
new overpass on Highway 9.

He figured he'd get lost in engineering for a long 
time but when he looked at the computer clock, only 
an hour had passed. The project was done, as far as 
he could take it, and he emailed his work to 
another engineer at the company. What to do now? 
Eric shut off the computer and packed a bag with 
his gym clothes. A workout would get rid of his 
excess energy. He locked up the house and walked 
the eight blocks to his gym.

He changed clothes and got on a stair machine. His 
legs moved up and down but Eric's mind was focused 
totally on Christi. Being here wasn't helping, so 
he packed up and left for home. When he arrived, 
Brian was sitting on his stoop smoking a cigarette. 
"Hey Brian. What are you doing here?"

Brian exhaled. "I need some advice on girls."

"Come on in and I'll see if I can help you." Eric 
unlocked the front door and dropped his bag. Brian 
and he went straight for the living room and sat 
down. Eric offered soda and Brian agreed. He went 
into the kitchen and came back with two pops to 
find his guest lounging on the couch. Eric sat down 
in a recliner and said, "So, what do you want to 
know?"

"I called up Mary, the HFC redhead, and asked her 
out. She said it was OK if I came over to her place 
cause her parents were out of town. I got over 
there and she jumped me in the doorway." Brian 
replied and asked for an ashtray. Eric passed him 
an empty candy dish. "Thanks. Anyways, Mary starts 
getting naked and I lost it."

Eric was befuddled. "Lost it?"

"Yeah, you know." The confused look on Eric's face 
told Brian he didn't know. "I came in my jeans." 
Eric's face cleared as he got the message. "Mary 
tells me to call her when I can actually get down 
to business."

"I wish Christi was here. She could help you better 
than I can. You want to learn how to control 
yourself, or what?"

"Teach me how to lick pussy. I wanna get Mary off 
and then it won't be so bad if I shot my wad."

Oh god, Eric thought. "Practice, but you don't have 
anybody to practice on. Uh, hmmm." Eric thought 
hard about what to use in place of a woman's 
vagina. "Well, ah, let me figure this out." 
Thinking... "A movie! I got a porno here somewhere 
that shows how to do it." He started digging 
through the stack of adult movies Christi brought 
over. 'The Cat's Meow' was in the middle of the 
pile and Eric stuck in the VCR, flipping the 
television on as well.

Eric fast-forwarded to the part where the actress 
was getting eaten out by one of the many actors. 
The camera angles were great and showed a 
transfixed Brian how to lick pussy. When the scene 
was done, Eric stopped the tape. "OK, you've seen 
how he did it. Try and remember to pay attention to 
Mary's clit. It's that little nub at the top."

"I know what it is, Eric." Brian puffed on another 
smoke. 

"Can I borrow that? Just in case I need a 
refresher?"

"No. It's Christi's and she'd kill me if she knew I 
even showed it to you. Now get out and go work on 
Mary." Eric scooted his friend out the door. He 
leaned against the wooded frame and shook his head 
in disbelief. Tuesday morning couldn't get here 
fast enough! Eric glanced at his watch for the 
time: 3 p.m. He turned on the TV and flipped 
through the stations. As usual, there was nothing 
on except talk shows. He clicked it off and went 
back to his computer to play games.

After an hour of trying to win at solitaire, Eric 
gave up and went looking for something to eat. He 
made himself a ham and cheese on rye and grabbed a 
bag of Doritos off the shelf. He ate standing up 
and threw the empty chip bag in the garbage. Eric 
returned to his bedroom and planned out which 
outfits that he wanted Christi to model.

Eric laid the undergarments on his bed. The pink 
negligee was last on the list. He wanted Christi to 
give him a show dancing to AC\DC's 'Shook Me All 
Night Long' wearing it. The baby doll nightie was 
first, then a couple different styles of bra and 
panty sets and finally that negligee. They'd get 
busy with lovemaking and bathe afterwards. He'd 
give her a soothing back rub and give her the ring 
during that time. Eric made a mental note to order 
the ribs she wanted for supper. Now he had to kill 
time until he was sleepy enough to go to bed. Screw 
it, Eric thought. I'm going to bed right now.

***  

Bright and early Tuesday morning, Christi was 
hustled out of her cell. She signed for her clothes 
and stuff and changed in the station's bathroom. 
The female cop escorted her to the front of the 
building. "You got somebody to pick you up?"

"Yes. My boyfriend's coming," Christi replied. The 
officer returned to her work and left Christi 
waiting in the lobby. Her Camero was over at Tom's, 
safe and snug in his garage and for that she was 
thankful. By the time Eric arrived, Christi had 
memorized all the wanted posters on the bulletin 
board. Eric came in the building and she flung 
herself at him, kissing his face. "I didn't think 
you'd ever get here!"

He hugged her against himself. "I'm here and ready 
to take you to your birthday surprise." They walked 
outside to his car holding hands. Parting only to 
get inside, the hand holding resumed all the way to 
Eric's.

They went in and Christi said, "I *have* to get out 
these disgusting clothes." She raced upstairs with 
Eric hot on her heels. He beat her to the closed 
door.

"You can't go in there."

"Why not?" Christi jammed her hands on her hips.

"Because your presents are in there. Let me go in 
and get you something to change into." He 
disappeared behind the door and locked it to keep 
her out. He came out with a couple of gift bags in 
each hand. "Everything's set up in the living room. 
Go on down and make sure the door's locked."

"You are being a real pain in the ass, Eric. I hope 
you know that!" She tugged on the doorknob. The 
deadbolt was locked and Christi latched the extra 
chains as well. A black sheet hung in the archway 
to the living room. She lifted it up and ducked 
inside. The blinds and curtains were shut, making 
the room dark, but two of the floor lamps were 
letting out muted light. "Eric, where are you at?"

"The spare bedroom," he called. Christi nudged the 
connecting door open. Eric handed her a smaller 
gift bag. "Change into this and meet me in the 
living room." He kissed her lightly and left. She 
stripped down to her skin and reached in the bag. 
She pulled out a white cotton nightie with a 
flounce of lace on the bottom hem. It slipped over 
her head and she pulled it down. The ruffle barely 
touched the tops of her thighs. The neckline was 
gathered with a red ribbon that, if untied, would 
show off her bust.

Christi came out of the bedroom with a look of 
exasperation on her face. Her feet were planted and 
her arms akimbo. "*This* is my present? There isn't 
enough material to dry the dishes! It hides 
NOTHING!"

Eric sat on the couch grinning salaciously. "I 
know. That's why I bought it. Turn around." She 
turned in a circle, not happy at all. "Don't you 
like it?"

"No."

"Oh, okay. Would you rather open your second 
present?" Eric wondered if he'd ever see Christi in 
that delightful negligee.

She made the 'gimme' gesture with her fingers. 
"Hand it over."

He stood up and walked over to her. "You get to 
play hide and seek. I'm hiding the present 
somewhere on my person. Find it."

"Whatever." She stuffed her hands in his hip 
pockets. Nothing. She checked the back ones. 
Nothing. "Can I get a hint?"

"It's under my clothes."

"'Kaay." Christi tugged off his shoes and socks 
then undid his fly. The bulge of his cock was 
prominent and she rubbed her hands on it, grinning. 
"Is this it?" He shook his head no and watched her 
lips form a pout. The pants came off and so did his 
shirt. Time for the coup de gras. She hooked her 
fingers in his underwear and drew them down his 
legs before flinging them over her head. Eric stood 
buck-naked. Her eyes searched his front and didn't 
see anything. She walked behind him and found it. 
"You got a tattoo!"

Christi's fingers traced the little butterfly 
making his ass clench. "Like it better than the 
nightie?" Eric asked over his shoulder.

"Uh-huh." Christi touched her mouth to the spot. 
"Lots better. Where'd you get it done?"

"'Skin Deep' at the mall."

"That's where I got mine, too." She caressed his 
shoulders as she worked her way to face Eric. "What 
else do I get?"

"Well," Eric said, dragging a hand through his 
hair. "I bought a bunch of lingerie for you to 
model but, ah, I guess that's out of the question."

"Hey, I just don't like this one." She draped her 
hands on his chest. "I'll try on the others, okay?" 
Christi blew him a kiss as she went back into the 
bedroom. "Does it matter which one?"

Eric followed her and grabbed a bag. "Not this one. 
I'm saving this for last." He left her alone again 
and Christi got naked. The first was a bra and 
panty set made of peek-a-boo fabric in a creamy 
white color. The bra had a lot of support and 
lifted her bust up and out over the cups. The 
panties were two pieces of material held together 
by a tiny scrap of satin that tied over each hip.

Christi went into the bathroom and checked herself 
in the mirror. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Her pubic 
hair was still stubbly and tangled itself in the 
front netting, causing her juices to flow. She 
strutted out to Eric, giving him a good show. She 
stood in front of him and chewed on a fingertip. 
She was turned sideways to show off the bows. "I 
like this one." He just stared at her. Christi bent 
forward, letting his blue eyes rake over her bust. 
"Do you like it, Eric?"

"Uh-huh," was all he could manage. All of his brain 
activity had shut down due to all the blood filling 
his cock. Eric watched Christi hook her thumbs 
under the waistband. He threw the bag that hid the 
pink negligee at her. "This one. Now!"

She ran to the bedroom and shut the door. God, he 
was so horny! She undressed and opened the bag. It 
was gorgeous! Her hips wiggled as she drew it over 
her head. The soft material was clinging to her 
body and chafed across her nipples, forcing the 
peaks to jut out. "Eric is going to cream himself 
when he sees this one!" Christi whispered out loud. 
"I'm ready!"

"Just a sec!" She heard him making noises, then the 
strains of AC\DC filled the air with 'Shook Me All 
Night Long'. "OK, come out dancing!"

Christi opened the door and leaned against the 
doorjamb. She let the lyrics take over her body. 
She dragged the gown up her legs and gyrated her 
hips as she danced over to Eric. All those porno 
movies she watched paid off. She straddled his 
thighs and rocked her pelvis over his hard dick. 
The straps fell down her arms as she squeezed her 
breasts through the neckline and ran her tongue 
along the cleavage.

Eric moved his hands to touch her but she wriggled 
away. Christi shook a finger at him and grabbed two 
handfuls of the hem. She rubbed the fabric over her 
pussy and traced her mouth with her tongue. 
"Siren," he breathed. She hooded her eyes and 
beckoned him to come to her with a finger. Eric 
rushed her and tossed her over his shoulder. 
Christi squealed and pounded her fists on his back. 
He carried her into the bedroom, dropped her on the 
mattress and said, "Take it off. I can't wait any 
longer."

She slowly drew the gown up over her heavy breasts 
and face, tossing it away. Eric climbed beside her 
and she crawled down to his hard cock. Christi 
sucked on the head and stroked the shaft. She laved 
the tip and asked, "Will I get my spanking? I've 
been *very* bad."

"Get that cute little ass up here and find out." 
Eric helped her maneuver to a sixty-nine position 
with her on top. Christi resumed her cock sucking 
and Eric tongued her pussy with long strokes. His 
tongue snaked inside her vagina to fuck her. He 
moved down to her erect clitoris and ran his mouth 
muscle around the hood, teasing it. Eric grabbed 
her hips, adjusting her so he could suck her 
nubbin. His lips closed over it and he chewed with 
his teeth, spanking Christi's plump asscheeks.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm," Christi moaned through the cock in 
her throat. The slaps were driving her further down 
Eric's prick until her nose nestled itself in his 
blonde bush. Her body shuddered as the orgasm hit 
her. Eric licked her cunt clean of cum and massaged 
her pinkened ass. Christi pulled off his cock and 
held it in one fist. She glanced at him through the 
curtain of her hair. "Have I been punished enough?"

"No. I think you need a good fucking to tire you 
out. Then maybe you won't get in so much trouble."

Christi turned around to face Eric. "I don't know 
if that will work. You see, there's this baad man 
who makes me want to do naughty things to him."

"Like what?" Eric put his hands behind his head.

"Tie him to the bed and lick him all over." She 
demonstrated by licking his belly clean. "And I 
want the bad man to do bad things to me." Her 
tongue moved its way to his neck and she nipped at 
his skin. "I want him to dominate me, to take me 
from behind like a bitch in heat." A Roy Orbison 
growl came out of her mouth and she bared her 
teeth.

Eric growled deep in his chest and he pounced on 
Christi. He got on top of her back and pinned her 
face first to the bed. "Like this?" Eric purred in 
her ear. "Would he force you on your knees, 
spreading your thighs?" He gripped her wrists and 
held them down, grinding his crotch against her 
ass. "Or would you open yourself for him? Beg him 
to fuck you? Plead for his cock in your cunt? Would 
you submit to the Alpha male?" A whimper escaped 
through the pillow. "I can't hear you, bitch."

Christi answered by getting on her knees. Eric 
lifted some weight off her and let her raise her 
hips with invitation. "Yes, Eric! Yes! I'm your 
bitch!"

He moved her hair away from her face. "I'm happy to 
hear you say that, Christi." Eric kissed the nape 
of her neck.

"Stop playing around and FUCK ME!!!" she hollered.

"Yes Ma'am!" Eric used a hand to get his dick to 
her wet hole and he thrust all the way. He held 
onto her ass and fucked her hard. Christi lowered 
her upper body to give him a greater angle and 
increase the pleasure. Flesh met flesh as Eric 
rammed in and out of that hot snatch. Sweat dripped 
of his body and he felt his blood get hot, 
collecting in his groin. The pace grew intense as 
Eric fucked Christi over the edge and she grabbed 
the headboard.

Christi threw her head back and let out a long 
howl, from deep in her belly. Her lover plowed 
through her cry and stiffened, filling her cunt 
with his hot seed. Eric called out his release and 
held her ass tightly against him. His cock jerked 
inside her spasming walls with each eruption of 
cum. "ohgod ohgod ohgod," he moaned and fell on top 
of her.

They were like that for a long while, letting their 
bodies cool down. Eric slipped off Christi and 
threw an arm around her waist. Christi rolled onto 
her side and looped an arm over his neck. "Eric, 
sweetie?"

Eric slitted his eyes. She was glowing from the 
lovemaking. 

"Yeah?" "Do you think we made a baby?"

"I dunno. Why?"

She rubbed the cleft of his chin. "Oh, because we 
didn't use any protection."

He let the idea of a baby gel in his mind. "Do you 
want a baby?"

"Well, of course." Christi snuggled against his 
chest. "I just thought we'd wait awhile. Get 
settled into married life before starting a 
family."

"How far are you in your cycle? Didn't you just 
finish your period?"

"I started the day I got arrested and was done 
today."

Eric's mental calendar was off. He dutifully kept 
track of her period to know when to leave off the 
fucking. "Then there's nothing in your uterus to 
feed a fertilized egg."

She slapped her forehead. "Duh! I should have known 
that. I was a child development major in college." 
He watched her chew on her lip. "Maybe I should get 
back on the Pill."

"If you want. I didn't even think about having any 
rubbers."

"Hey, don't worry too much. If I'm pregnant, I'm 
pregnant."

Eric leaned over the side of the bed and pulled a 
plastic sack from underneath. "I nearly forgot one 
of your presents." He handed her a black velvet 
box. She lifted the lid and gasped. "Will you marry 
me, Christi?"

"HOLY SHIT! How much did this fucker cost?"

"Does the cost depend on the answer being 'yes'?" 
He got hit for that. "A little over two grand."

"Then the answer is a resounding YES!" She gave the 
box back to Eric. "Put it on me." Christi held out 
her left hand. Eric got the ring out of the box and 
it slid easily on her finger. She held her hand 
away and asked, "How many carats?"

"I think the guy said two." Christi hugged him hard 
and felt his cock spring back to life. Eric rolled 
her on her back and knelt between her thighs. "I 
feel like working on that baby now." She giggled 
and pulled him down for a long kiss.

***

Ten months later...

Eric held his fiancee's hand and said, "Breathe, 
Christi. You can do it." He felt her crush his hand 
and bear down.

The doctor sat between Christi's knees. "Keep 
pushing, Christi. I can almost see the baby's 
head." She grunted and scrunched up her face, 
pushing her baby down the birth canal. The doctor 
had a palm on her huge belly, feeling for the 
contraction to end. "The head's crowning. Take a 
breather, Christi."

Christi flopped back on the gurney and rested. She 
yelled as another contraction seized her womb and 
started choking Eric. "YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU 
MOTHER-FUCKING SHITHEAD! DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN! 
I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU ERIC!!" The 
anesthesiologist and a nurse fought with Christi to 
let Eric go. She did and screamed, "AAAAHHH! GET IT 
OUT! GET IT OUT!"

Eric stumbled away from Christi and tried to catch 
his breath. He was in the next to best position to 
see his baby slip out of the birth canal and into 
the doctor's waiting hands. "It's a boy! 
Congratulations, Mr. Sullivan!" the doctor shouted 
and held the little boy for Eric to see. The baby 
was coated in a cheesy white substance. Eric 
swallowed to keep from throwing up.

A nurse stepped in and tied off the umbilical cord. 
She held out a pair of scissors and asked, "Would 
you like to cut the cord?"

"Uh, o-kay," Eric replied and accepted the 
scissors. The nurse pointed out where to cut and he 
did. The doctor passed the baby to the nurse who 
took him over to a table. Eric followed his son and 
watched him being weighed and cleaned up. The nurse 
wrapped the baby in a light blue blanket and gave 
him to his father. Eric moved the blanket away from 
the tiny red face. "Hey there, little guy. I'm your 
daddy. Do you want to met mommy, huh?"

Father and son strolled over to mommy. Christi was 
laying down and panting, tendrils of hair clinging 
to her sweaty face. Eric held their son for her to 
see. "Oh Christi, he's beautiful."

She took her son from Eric and cradled him against 
her bosom. "Hi sweetie. Welcome to the world." She 
smiled up at Eric. "How's your neck?"

"It's had better days." He gazed at Christi's 
glowing face. 

"What should we name him?"

"I don't know. Do we have to name him right now?"

The nurse said, "We have to take the baby for a 
while. We need to bathe and dress him but when I'm 
done I'll bring him back." Christi gave up her son 
reluctantly. The doctor delivered the afterbirth 
and cleaned the blood from Christi's thighs.

"Don't you have to eat the afterbirth?"

Christi smacked him. "That's what animals do to 
keep predators away!"

The doctor chuckled and said, "I'm going to leave 
you two alone now. Everything looks good and the 
delivery was smooth. If you're having any problems, 
the nurses will get a hold of me. I'll check in on 
you tomorrow."

The nurses ordered Eric to leave so they could 
change the linens and Christi. Eric pulled off his 
green cap as he walked down to the waiting room. 
Both families were there: 

Eric's folks, Doug, Tami and Nicole, Christi's mom 
and her seven brothers. The group looked at him 
anxiously. "It's a boy!" he said.

Larry broke out a box of cigars and passed them 
out. The three mothers wanted to see the baby. Eric 
held up his hands. "The baby's in the nursery 
getting weighed and whatnot. Christi's getting 
changed, so it's going to be a while before anybody 
can see him. I'm going back to see if the nurses'll 
let me back in to the room." He waved them off and 
went down the hall.

The birthing room was empty except for Christi in a 
fresh gown. Eric tugged at the surgical gown he 
still wore and hung it over the footrail. He 
perched on the edge of the bed. "Everybody wants to 
see the baby. I told 'em to wait."

"We gotta come up with a name for Baby Boy 
Sullivan," Christi sighed. "Got any ideas?"

Eric rubbed his shoulders. Christi motioned for him 
to scoot over and she began massaging the tense 
muscles. "'Only Child'?"

She grinned and poked his ribs. "This is serious! 
Now think."

Eric closed his eyes and cleared his mind. "What do 
you think about Kyle Davis?"

"Kyle Davis Sullivan. Hmmm, flows well together. I 
like it." One of the obstetric nurses brought in a 
bundle of blankets. She handed the baby to Christi 
and left the family alone. Eric moved the blankets 
out of the way and kissed his son's forehead. "I 
want another one. A girl this time."

Eric groaned and dropped his head in his hands. 
"Can we wait until we're married for the next one?"

End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The
author does not condone the described behavior in
real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted
to act out any of the scenarios in this story 
should seriously consider seeking professional help
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