Free Love Is Blind by Claudia Lakestone Page A

caress.  But he made no move to touch them, instead waiting for a signal from me.
    I’d expected Chris to try to reassure me…to try to talk me into handing over my virginity like it meant nothing at all.  He hadn’t.  I’d expected him to take the reins and he had, but as soon as I’d put the brakes on he’d relinquished all control to me. 
    I knew he wanted me, but he’d just made it clear that his desires were secondary to mine.  In this moment, Chris was being completely selfless.  I could tell that he was more concerned for my emotional well-being than his physical cravings. That meant the world to me, and gave me the reassurance I needed.
    As his hand lightly stroked my back, I realized my bedroom was no longer my safe place.  Now, Chris was my safe place.
    Feeling aflutter with a sudden flurry of nervous energy, I took Chris’s hand and guided it back beneath my shirt until his hand cupped my breast.  A slow, easy grin spread across his handsome face.  “Does this mean…?”
    “Yes.  Just promise you’ll be gentle, okay?”
    “Of course.”
    Sex wasn’t anything like making love to my mechanical boyfriend the vibrating toothbrush.  That was robotic and expected, and I was in complete control.  This was different.  It was slow and sweet, unpredictable and even a bit painful at first.  But what struck me the most was how it made me feel things I hadn’t known were possible, both physically and emotionally.
    Chris took his time with me, his fingers skilfully moving over my taut stomach and beneath the elastic waistband of my panties.  He stroked my soft folds with patience and purpose.  I could see the look of concentration on his face as he listened to the sound of my breathing to gauge my reaction. 
    Lying there beneath him as he explored my body, I was a mass of emotions.  When his finger slipped inside my velvety depths and I let out a gasp, he paused.  “Are you okay?” Chris murmured immediately, the concern in his voice evident.  I couldn’t imagine being with a more considerate lover.
    “Yes,” I whispered. 
    I was barely able to breathe.  I spread my legs wider and I could feel how wet I was…how wet he was making me.  I arched my back and tried to stifle my sighs of pleasure as Chris continued to rub and caress my most private places.  I’d never shared my body, this vessel I hated, with anyone before.  While it was a terrifying prospect, the heat between my thighs and Chris’s gentle touch gave me courage.
    Of course, it didn’t hurt that he knew what he was doing.  When his mouth closed around my neck and he gently nibbled at my sensitive flesh as his finger swirled around and around the erect nub of my clitoris, I nearly lost control right there. 
    I cried out in longing and then immediately blushed, embarrassed by my strong reaction.
    But it seemed to only spur Chris on.  “God, you’re so sexy,” he groaned as I involuntarily began to squirm beneath him.  I could feel his hardness through his jeans and more than anything, I wanted it inside me.  I reached down and freed his erection from his clothing.
    “Are you ready?” Chris murmured.  As I looked on, he took impressive manhood in his hand and ran his palm across the shaft a couple times.  I stared at the hard flesh in awe.  I had no idea how he’d ever fit that thing inside me but I was eager to find out.
    “I’m ready.”  I was, in fact, more than ready.  I felt like I’d been born for this very moment.  I felt like I’d been made especially for Chris.  Maybe fate had brought us together, the deformed girl and the blind guy.  It was like we just fit one another…our minds, our personalities and yes, even our bodies.
    “There’s a condom in the pocket of my jeans,” he told me. 
    Without hesitation, I reached in and fished it out.  I’d only ever seen them in sex education class back in the sixth grade, but putting it onto Chris’s throbbing erection was straightforward