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 Love Is Blind

   A Story of Young Love by Gil Gamesh

   Chapter Six

   "Damn!"

   "It's OK, Mike.  She's seen a guy with a hard-on before.  She's told me
she and Dad have a good sex life.  Azee's always liked to show off when
they get one, I mean two, well, one or two."

   "Maybe so but I'll bet she's never seen one with a damp towel hanging on
it and the red head sticking out."

   We were both laughing and giggling except while we were talking.  I
didn't care.  I was so damned happy and I didn't care if the whole world
saw me with a towel hanging on my dick.

   I grabbed Alex, pulled her against me, and hugged her as tight as I
could.  Then I picked her up, whirled her around in a circle a few times,
and kissed her.  Still holding her with her feet off the floor, I danced a
few steps and hummed a tune.  We blindly bumped against her bed and fell on
it, both of us on our sides, still giggling and hugging and kissing, not
passionate kisses, just fun kisses all over faces.  Finally we quieted down
and just lay there with our arms and legs around each other.  I was more
than happy.  I was wonderfully happy, deliriously happy, sappy happy.

   "Thanks for the dance," she said.

   "Would you really go dancing with me?" I asked.

   I slid my hand over her arm, down to her breast, gently tweaked her
nipple with a finger and thumb, and then covered her breast with my hand.

   "Yes.  I'd love to dance with you," she whispered.

   She put her hand on my chest, felt for my little nub, and pinched me
hard enough to hurt.

   "Ouch."

   I moved up closer to her, bumped faces, eased closer again, and rubbed
my nose against hers.

   "Eskimo kiss.  I'm going to get you for that.  The university sponsors
different kinds of dancing groups for students.  Would you go with me?"

   "I'd like to know more about it first.  Have you been?"

   "No.  You know why."

   "I need to have a partner when I dance, Mikey," she said.  "That limits
the kind of dancing we can do."

   "Well, I think there's a ballroom dancing group, you know, just slow
dancing, and there's a waltz group.  We could start off with slow dancing
and then try the waltz group."

   "That would be OK with me.  Look into it.  I'll go with you."

   "Maybe we could even go to the Fall Ball."

   "What's that?"

   "It's a ball where everybody wears a costume and a mask.  They have
judges who watch everybody and pick out the ten best dancers and ten best
costumes.  Then they choose the best couple in each group and they have to
unmask.  It would be fun."

   "I'll do it if you'll take me, Mikey.  That's the sort of thing I've
only dreamed about."

   She squirmed up closer to me, bumped faces again, then tried a couple of
times until she got her head in the position she wanted.  She grabbed me
behind the head and attacked me with an open mouth and probing tongue and
then pulled back before I could retaliate.

   "Alex kiss," she whispered.  "As long as it's slow dancing, you know,
the kind where you dance with a partner, I'll go.  I'm not a total klutz,
Mikey.  Mom and Dad have made sure Azee and I have a few of the social
graces."

   I liked the soft feel of her breast against my chest.  I cupped my hand
under it and ran my thumb around and around the nipple.

   "Yeah, my mother's the same way.  My mother and father have taken
ballroom dance classes.  I've practiced at home with Mom and Gianna. 
Sometimes Dad dances with Gianna and she dances with me.  Once I...oh never
mind."

   "What?  Come on, tell me."

   "We had the lights turned down low and some romantic dance music was
playing.  Dad was dancing with Gianna and Mom was with me.  She put her
head on my shoulder and then put her hands on my butt and pressed against
me, you know, just like kids do.  I put my hands on her butt and I got a
hard-on.  I had on sweat pants with nothing underneath and my dick almost
ripped its way out.  Mom didn't pull away; in fact, she pressed against it
and wiggled.  We just kept dancing until the song was finished and then she
kissed me, kissed me on the lips, gave me a little tongue, and giggled.  My
face was probably totally red.  Then I looked at Dad and Gianna.  They both
had butt grips and her head was on his shoulder and they were barely
moving. Gianna told me later Dad got a hard-on with her."

   "Your mom's a woman, Mikey.  You're a tall beautiful man.  She probably
liked to feel you react that way."

   "Well, if you'll go with me, I'll check out the schedule."

   "I'd love to go with you, Mikey.  I may even put my hands on your butt
and give you a boner."

   "You don't need to give me one," I said.  "I've already got one."

   Her hand trailed down my chest, one finger probed my belly button for a
second, and then thumb and a finger pulled on the hair just below my navel.

   I moved up closer to her so my penis touched her stomach and slid it up
and down a few times.  I felt her skin become slippery and I knew my dick
was already drooling.

   "Listen, Alex, I hope you are like me: for the first time in my life I
feel like I've got somebody to love and hug and laugh and do silly things
and roll in the bed with.  Do you feel the same way?  Do you trust me?"

   "Yes, Mikey, I trust you.  I know you're a good man and you're just like
me and we're both trying to understand what love is all about.  I think
we've got a chance to be together for the rest of our lives.  Is that what
you want?"

   I pulled her hand to my chest and pressed her palm against the side
where my heart is.

   "Alex, I wish you could feel how happy I am.  I may be stupid but I
really believe we can be happy together for the rest of our lives and live
together and fuck each other and love each other and have children and grow
old together and we can always be silly and laugh together."

   "I feel the same way, Mikey."

   I put a hand behind her back and pulled and at the same time I moved
closer to her.  We were on our sides, breasts to chest and belly to belly,
except that my dick was sandwiched between us.  I lifted my head and
blindly put my cheek on hers.

   I whispered in her ear.  "Alex, may I say three little words?  I want
to."

   "No, Mikey, not yet," she whispered in my ear.  "We need to talk to our
parents first and see if they'll help us.  I want to do this right and I
want to know your parents love me like a daughter and my parents love you
like a son.  Let's give them a little more time."

   I pulled my head back so we were nose to nose and breathing the same
air.

   "Yeah, you need to know my parents better," I whispered.  "Would you
spend a weekend with me sometime soon?  You can come home with me any
afternoon and I'll give you a guided tour of our house.  Maybe you could
have dinner with us and then I'll take you home.  I cook dinner about twice
a week."

   "Mom and Dad want to go to a weekend conference in a few weeks.  Could
your parents put up with me and Azee too?  Otherwise I'll have to babysit
them here at home."

   "Our house is two stories and Gianna and I sleep upstairs.  Mom and Dad
sleep downstairs.  You come home with me one afternoon next week and we'll
figure out the arrangements."

   "Where would we all sleep?  I might sleep with you but we can't let Azee
sleep with Gianna.  I've got to babysit them.  They're boys and you know
how horny boys are."

   "Yeah, I know, almost as horny as girls.  We've got extra beds and
mattresses.  Maybe we could put enough mattresses on the floor in one room
so we could all sleep together, sort of like we did on the porch at your
house.  That was fun except for my wet dream."

   "We could even have an orgy," she whispered.

   "I like that idea," I said and kissed her, really kissed her.

   We didn't talk any more for a while.  I slid down on the bed, found her
breast with my mouth, and licked and kissed it and then sucked on the
little nipple.  She put her hand behind my head and moaned and I took that
to mean she liked what I was doing.  I blindly nosed around, sort of like a
baby feeling for a nipple, and found the other breast and gave it a fair
share of sucking.

   After a while, I slid one hand down over her smooth belly through the
silky tangle of pubic hair and cupped it over her pussy.  She parted her
legs a little to give my hand room.  I held it still for a moment and then
used my middle finger to separate her little lips.  When I felt the warm
wet flesh inside, I slid my finger back further, sought out the entrance to
her vagina, and slid one curved finger into her.

   "Alex, you know I don't have any experience with girls," I whispered. 
"My dick's kind of big.  What if it hurts you when we do it?  I've read
that sometimes a girl's hymen causes her a lot of pain when she's
penetrated.  I don't want to hurt you."

   "Mikey, you don't need to worry about that.  The first time I went to a
gynecologist, she made sure that wouldn't be a problem.  I was sixteen."

   "Why did you go to her?" I asked and slid my finger in as far as
possible and gently wiggled it around in her hot depths.

   "I had some bad periods for a while.  She did a pelvic exam and went
snip, snip.  Said everything was normal and I shouldn't have any problem
with a guy."

   She slid a hand between us and groped for my penis.  I moved back up on
the bed a little so she could hold it.  I rubbed everything between the
little lips, sometimes up top where I felt the little bump of her clitoris,
sometimes down lower where I slid my long index finger into her vagina and
tried to see how deep it was.  I couldn't feel anything like a bottom. 
Maybe her vagina would stretch enough to hold my penis with no discomfort.
She rubbed her fingers around on the head of my dick, slid her hand lower,
and started gently stroking it.  She stroked for a while and then just held
it with her thumb rubbing the slippery stuff around on the head.  I wanted
so much to put my dick where my finger was but I knew the time wasn't
right. I took a couple of deep breaths and made myself concentrate on what
we were doing, not what I wanted to do.

   "Snip.  Snip.  Damn, I'm glad I'm not a girl."

   She giggled.  "So am I."

   I knew a girl's hymen was supposed to be at the entrance to her vagina
but I couldn't feel anything tighter around my finger there than anywhere
else in her.

   "I like playing in your pussy," I whispered.  "Do you like it?"

   "Yes, Mikey.  I told you: I trust you.  If I didn't, I couldn't let you
do what you're doing."

   "My dad didn't trust me.  He insisted I bring some condoms.  He said I
wouldn't be here if he'd done that one night.  He says he wants grandkids,
just not for a while."

   "You told him what we're going to do, that we're going to sleep
together?"

   "Yeah, he's easy to talk to.  Always has been.  He got Mom pregnant
before they married.  I was a six-month baby."

   "But your parents love you anyway; don't they?"

   "Uh, huh, I've always felt loved by both of them.  Sometimes they love
me too much because of my face."

   "Yeah, I know.  My parents are the same way.  They've always shown me a
lot of love, sometimes too much."

   I pushed her down on her back, slid down so my mouth was at her breasts,
put my leg over one of hers, and slid my finger up to where I knew her
clitoris was supposed to be.  I sucked gently on her nipple and at the same
time began to lightly touch and rub her little nubbin.  She put her hand
behind my head and held it in place.  I kept patiently rubbing,
occasionally dipping my finger back in her wet pussy, and kept sucking on
her hard little nipple.

   She began to squirm and moan and I understood that meant she was getting
close.  She spread her legs wider and I began to use two fingers, just
gently rubbing her pussy lips, dipping down into her vagina, back up to her
hard little knob.

   From the way she was responding, I guessed that she was about to come so
I stuck two fingers back in her vagina as deep as possible and rubbed them
around, brought them back all wet and juicy to her clit, rubbed a circle on
it, and stuck them back down deep in her pussy.  I kept doing that and a
few seconds later I slid my fingers into her as deep as possible and felt
strong contractions.  I knew I'd been a gentleman; I'd let her come first.
Then I realized I'd made her come and I was pleased because Gianna had told
me she probably wouldn't have easy orgasms until she really learned to
trust me.

   I sought out her breasts with my blind mouth and sucked on one hard
little nipple like a baby who has a stomach full of mother's milk, not
really sucking hard, just reluctant to let his milk source go.  She held me
behind my head and groaned almost inaudibly.  At the same time, I merely
cupped my hand over her pussy, pressing down but not trying to use my
fingers anymore.  After a moment, I pulled her back close to me, lifted one
of her legs, put it over my hip, kissed her as gently as possible, just
lips to lips, and held her and waited for her breathing to slow.

   Then she reached down, bent my penis down, and let it loose between her
legs with the shaft pressed against her pussy, I was glad Dad had made me
bring the condoms but I didn't want to use one.  I wanted to feel her
around my dick when we finally did it, not some rubber thingy.

   "May I do you now?" she whispered after a while.

   "Alex, are we going to be partners?" I asked in reply.

   "I hope so, Mikey."

   "That's the way I want us to be, Alex.  You don't have to ask my
permission to do something.  Just do it.  If you want me to do something,
just tell me what you want."

   "OK.  I want you to straddle me.  Sit on my hips."

   She rolled over on her back and I immediately straddled her.  She
reached down with both hands, one cradling my balls, the other holding my
dick.

   "Why do you want it like this?" I asked.

   "I want to know what it's like to be a boy, to feel you squirt on me
like you squirt on yourself when you jack off.  When I gave Azee a hand,
really two hands, they both squirted on their stomachs and I wanted to see
what they'd done so I rubbed my fingertips in it.  I want you to squirt on
my stomach." She finally managed to say all that while giggling.

   "OK, but you may get a face full.  I usually squirt a long way."

   "That's OK.  I'll just open my mouth."

   "You did them both at the same time?"

   "Yeah, I was straddling one leg on each one."

   "And they came at the same time?"

   "Not quite.  Zorba put his hand on mine and made me stop and I kept
doing Anthony."

   That was the last coherent word I said for a while.  Probably in less
than a minute, I squirted somewhere and I knew she'd got a face full when
she gasped with the first shot, maybe a mouthful from the next shot or two.

   I wanted to know what I'd done so I used my fingertips to see.  I
touched her face and I felt my semen in a straight line from her hair down
over one eye and even over her mouth.  When I touched her lips, she caught
my hand in hers, bent her head up, and sucked on my fingers.

   "Well, the taste is not too bad," she whispered.  "Maybe next time I can
give you a blow job," she whispered.

   "What does it taste like?"

   She didn't answer.  She touched my lips with her fingers.  I opened and
sucked on them and tasted my own semen.

   "Not bad," I whispered.  "Not oysters rockyfeller but not bad."

   "Can you find that washcloth you brought," she whispered.  "Somebody
made a mess all over me."

   I was the guilty party but at least some of it was her fault.  I found
the cloth, wiped her face clean, her throat, her breasts, whether they had
semen on them or not, her stomach.  My dick was still engorged but not
stiff anymore and I milked it down to get the last drops out of the tubes
and then wiped the head clean with the cloth.

   I rolled off her onto my side and then pulled her up so she was facing
me with her soft breasts against my chest.  I put one leg between hers and
she put her leg over my hip.  I put my hand on her hip and she put hers on
my waist.  And we just laid there quietly breathing in each other's faces,
lips inches apart, and content to be close together.

   For a while we talked about everything: school, our class together, our
other classes, our parents, about Azee and Gianna, our hopes and dreams,
what we felt for each other, and what we wanted our lives to be like.  I
wanted so much to say I love you but I knew she was right and we both
needed to get our families behind us if we wanted to be together for the
rest of our lives.  I knew that was what I wanted, to be with her forever.

   Eventually I was ready again.  I gave her a quick kiss on the lips,
pushed her down on her back, and moved on top of her.  I held myself
slightly raised on my knees and elbows and made no attempt to get my dick
in her.  As soon as I was over her, I blindly sought out her mouth and
kissed her.  We both opened and our tongues played with each other for a
while.  I moved one hand down and found her little breast and held it while
we kissed.

   I lowered my hips until I felt her pubic hair under the shaft of my
dick, moved downward a little, pressed my dick against her, wiggled from
side to side, and felt the warm wetness of her pussy under the shaft.  I
wanted so much to feel my flesh entering hers and I struggled to keep
myself controlled.

   "Mikey!" she said, just one word.

   I took a couple of deep breaths and moved back over her so my dick
wasn't touching her.

   "I want you, Alex," I said.  "I want you but I'm not going to try to
fuck you.  Trust me.  I won't do that yet."

   "I want you too, Mikey," she whispered.  "I do trust you.  It's me I
don't trust.  I almost grabbed your dick and showed it where it's needed."

   I kissed her quickly, just a swift lips to lips smack, moved down,
kissed and licked her throat, moved further down and kissed and sucked and
licked her breasts, moved down to her little vertical navel, cleaned it out
with my tongue, and finally lifted my head for a couple of quick breaths
before I moved further down.

   I put my knees inside her legs, pushed them apart, and then flopped on
my belly between them.  I rubbed my cheeks against the soft insides of her
thighs a few times, inched up a little, took a deep breath and smelled the
aroused woman smell of her, and then opened my mouth and blindly began to
lick her pussy.

   With Gianna, the first time I'd done it, I wondered if I could put my
mouth on a woman's pussy and then lick it.  With Alex, I quickly decided I
could and that the smell and the taste just went straight through me and
made my dick even harder.

   I settled down on the bed, lifted Alex's legs, spread them wider, and
licked the little lips into opening.  I licked on both sides and up the
middle and then probed her vagina with my tongue for a moment and then
resumed licking.  I knew I should lick her clitoris if I wanted her to have
an orgasm but I deliberately avoided it at first.

   After a minute or two, I licked up one side all the way to her clitoris
and felt the hard little bump with my tongue.  I deliberately avoided it
most of the time and gave it only an occasional swipe with my tongue.  I
waited for her to show me that she was aroused and wanting before I
fastened my mouth on her clit and licked and sucked on it.

   She put her fingertips on each side of my face and moaned and I knew she
was getting close.  After a while, she moaned louder and put both hands in
my hair and pulled slightly.  Then she started bucking or fucking at my
face and I guessed that she was ready.  I concentrated on her clit then,
licking and sucking on the little button and a few seconds later she moaned
louder and pulled out two handfuls of hair.

   I was ready.  I slid two fingers into her and wiggled them around and
felt her vagina squeezing on them.  I relaxed and gently kept licking at
her clit, just the lightest touches of my tongue on her hard little nubbin.
I felt her relax too but she kept moaning mindlessly.

   Afterwards we tried to get our bodies as close together as possible
again.  I had one arm under her neck and she had one between our bodies
with her hand wrapped around my semi-hard penis.  Our other hands were both
pulling on butt cheeks.  I had one leg between hers and she had one over my
hip.  Her breasts were pressed against my chest and we were breathing the
same air again.  I loved being all close and wrapped up by her like this.

   "Mikey, why do you keep chasing me?"

   "Me?  I'm innocent.  I think you're chasing me."

   "Well, why are we chasing each other?

   "We're not.  We're just two people looking for a little love and sex and
hoping we can find it with each other.  It's that simple.  Besides that,
you're a beautiful woman, Alex.  Men are always helpless when they're with
a beautiful woman."

   "You're beautiful too, Mikey.  The first time you let me see your face,
I thought you were the most beautiful man in the world.  I still do."

   "Well, that first time, you couldn't see what other people see: the red
side."

   "Why did you feel like you had to tell me about it right away?"

   "I don't know.  I want to be honest with you and I don't want to hurt
you.  I want you to accept me like I am."

   "Mikey, you want another turn?"

   "Yeah.  I'm still horny."

   "OK.  On your back again."

   "What are you going to do?"

   "I'm going to give you a blow job.  My friends say all guys like to get
a good blow job."

   "Alex, you don't have to do that.  Just use your hand again.  I don't
want to come in your mouth."

   "No.  You said I can do what I want.  I want to suck you off and then
swallow it."

   "Why?"

   "Mikey, I'm a woman.  I think women instinctively like to please their
man.  It makes me all hot inside to think of you coming in my mouth and
then swallowing it so it becomes part of me.  Why did you lick my pussy?"

   "Because it made me all hot inside to do it.  Maybe I knew that was a
good way to get you ready for my dick."

   "Well, it did the job.  Gianna said you blew her mind.  You blew mine
too.  I never dreamed that sex could be so good."

   "I'm glad.  I liked doing it."

   I rolled over on my back.  I wanted her to do me.  I just didn't want to
do something just because other girls said they did it for their
boyfriends.

   "Alex, I warn you.  You don't know what you're doing."

   "That's right, Mikey.  I don't.  I'm just having fun learning.  You're
going to tell me how to do it.  You did something for me.  I want to do
something for you."

   I made a few suggestions but most of the time I lay there with my hands
behind my head, blind as she was, while she used the right combination of
hand and mouth and tongue and lips.  I warned her when I felt the first
urge, that moment of inevitability when I know I'm about to come and
nothing can stop it.  She held her mouth over the head while my brain shut
down and my dick took over and squirted again and again.

   I didn't hear anything for a few seconds and I wondered if she was able
to swallow it.  I'd barely managed to swallow the one time I jacked off in
my mouth.  Then she leaned over me and blindly sought out my mouth with
hers.  She kissed me with an open mouth and I wondered if she was doing it
because she wanted to make me taste it or if she just wanted me to know she
had swallowed it.  I didn't taste anything unusual, just the usual when we
kissed with open mouths and I loved doing that with her.

   After everything else, I learned about one of the best things about sex.
We tiptoed to the toilet and both had a good piss and then giggled our way
back to her bed.  She turned her back to me and I spooned up to her naked
butt, put my right leg over her left, and put my hand on her naked breast.
I was ready for sleep but I didn't want to go to sleep.  I just wanted to
keep holding her.  I wanted to hold her for the rest of my life.

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   Sunday with Grandpa and Grandma Rossi and all their families was a
wonderful day.  I drove Mom's car with Alex up front with me but the
backseat was full.  Gianna wheedled permission out of Mom and Dad to invite
Azee too.  She sat between Azee and they kept up a constant barrage of
whispering and giggling.

   Mom and I made beef braciole in tomato sauce and baked fresh Italian
twists.  My aunt brought fried chicken and potato salad.  My uncle and his
wife brought scampi with noodles.  Grandpa Rossi provided lots of vine-ripe
tomatoes and cucumbers and other vegetables out of his backyard garden. 
Grandma Rossi even made three of my favorites: green beans, cauliflower,
and eggplant, all battered and fried.  I fed them to Alex with my fingers.
Over twenty people brought good appetites but there was still plenty of
food left over for supper as usual.

   Alex and Azee were welcomed by everybody and I knew Mom had got the word
out through the grappa vino that Alex was blind.  I remembered what Gianna
had told me about showing her that I loved her and I didn't leave her side
all day long.  She was a beautiful woman and I was proud to have her with
me.  Being with her, having her hand on my arm or holding hands with her
was a comfort to me and I hoped she felt the same way.

   In front of the whole crowd, Gianna got Azee to do their comedy routine
where they were confused as to which was Anthony and which was Zorba.  Then
they asked me to sort them out.  I got them to say the quick brown fox and
I got their identities right again.  Well, they said I did but I wasn't
positive.

   After supper, I asked Dad's permission to leave.  I knew he and Mom
wanted to sit around and talk with their parents and brother and sister and
spouses as usual.  Sometimes it was as late as midnight when we got home
and we only lived about thirty minutes from my grandparents.  I had
something else I wanted to do a lot more than talking to all my relatives,
something the five of us had plotted on our way that morning.

   When we got to Alex's house, we made a quick pit stop, went outdoors to
the pool, and went skinny dipping.  The last light of the day was just
fading so I got a good look at everybody naked.  I especially checked out
Azee since I assumed they'd never seen Gianna naked but I didn't see
anything sticking out in front.  The three of them ran to the pool
together, hand in hand, bare butts shining, and did three cannon balls.  I
led Alex to the deep end and we dived in together.  When we came up, I said
"Here," as usual and she swam to me and wrapped herself around me.  I could
not have been happier.

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