Friday Knight Writers' Block

Blinded By The Light

© 2003 by Your Loving Husband Bob

Reposted with permission of the author.

It was a fun Fourth of July celebration up until Gerald Mackey and his asshole friends crashed the picnic.

Kathryn and Jeff had brought the hot dogs and ground beef, Denise and Kevin brought Kevin's dad's grill and the propane, and I brought my guitar along. I'm not very skilled at it, but it was all good fun - I plunked out a few tunes more for the amusement of others than for any actual musical value.

Kevin, meanwhile, was turning perfectly good hamburger meat into dark hockey puck-like objects, and perfectly good hot dogs into small blackened nightsticks. With some cheap buns and lots of mustard and ketchup, they tasted wonderful. Picnic food always tastes good, I guess, especially when you are having a good time.

But like I said, Gerald Mackey and his drunken gang of idiots had to show up. "Hey, look guys, it's Phillip, the Phil-meister," he said, referring to me. "Whatcha doin', ya lame-o? Playing Kum Ba Yah on your little cheesebox? Guys, let's liven up this lame-o's party."

That's when I noticed that Bill Browning - Bill the Mechanic, as he was known around school, because he was a perpetual shop student, always wearing oilstained coveralls and smelling vaguely of axle grease - was carrying a tattered cardboard box that appeared to be chock full of fireworks of all kinds, probably most of them banned in this state.

"Bill, let's have a look at those party supplies, see what we got," Gerald said, extracting his Zippo lighter from his shirt pocket. "Well, lookee here, we got some black cats. Y'all like black cats, dontcha?" He started lighting them and pegging them at the girls. Mostly they bounced off harmlessly, but one went straight down Denise's blouse and she was able to shake it out just in time before it went off.

"Gerald, you dumbass," yelled Denise, "you're drunk and you're being stupid. You could seriously hurt someone doing that shit. Why don't you go have fun somewhere else?"

"Only if you come with me, sweetcheeks, I'm sure we could have some real fun," Gerald answered with oily innuendo, his words slurred slightly. Bill and the rest of Gerald's buddies were laughing dirtily at that. "'Sides, you didn't get hurt, didja? Now if I really wanted to hurt someone, I'd light up one of these babies right here."

He lit his Zippo and began waving the fuse back and forth through the flame, and laughing at the hysteria he was causing. "C'mon man, quit kidding around, that's an M-80," Jeff said. "Those are the same as a quarter stick of dynamite."

"Don't you just know it, buddy," Gerald replied. In all fairness, I think he only meant to tease us; I don't think he meant for the fuse to catch, but it did. He panicked, dropping his Zippo to the ground, hot-potatoing the explosive from hand to hand.

"Throw it, man," Bill the Mechanic yelled, and he did. At me. Again, I don't think he meant to do it - Gerald Mackey is a drunk, an idiot and an asshole, but he's not the type for big-league trouble. He just freaked out and couldn't muster the proper reflex to throw it away from us.

I turned to run away, covering my ears. I didn't notice the root of the tree sticking out of the ground behind me and tripped over it, landing headlong, hands still over my ears. My big mistake, I found out later, was looking back. There was a brilliant flash, then a tremendous bang that shook the world. Apparently that was when I passed out, because I don't remember anything after that until quite a bit later.

A woman's voice came to me out of the blackness. The white blackness, if that makes any sense. "Are you with us again, Phillip? This is Dr. Minetti, Phillip. You're at the hospital. How do you feel?"

The hospital - that explained the pervasive smell of rubbing alcohol, but it didn't explain why all the lights were out. My whole head was ringing. I started to sit up, and instantly realized it would not be a good idea. I felt suddenly woozy and I started to break into a sick sweat. Lying back down seemed like a much better idea.

As if I needed any further encouragement, the doctor put one hand on my chest and the other behind my head to lower me quickly back to the table. "Phillip, can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"Maybe if you turn the lights on in here so I can see," I replied. As soon as I said it, I realized the gravity of the situation. Of course they wouldn't keep the lights off in a hospital. A frightening feeling took deep root in me, and my breath came in short gasps. "Doctor, what's wrong with me? What's wrong with my eyes? Why can't I see anything?"

"Ssshhh, calm down, I thought maybe this might have happened," she replied, "so I've called in Dr. Bartow. He's an ophthalmologist. We keep him close by around the Fourth of July because of fireworks accidents like yours. Dr. Bartow, would you take a look?"

"Of course," came the gruff voice of an older man. He sounded like that old guy from the oatmeal commercials - Wilford something-or- other. "All right, Phillip, just relax, this will be completely painless, I promise. All I need you to do is keep your eyes open for me for about a minute or so."

He was right. It was painless, and if it weren't for the smell of his aftershave, I wouldn't have known he was there at all. "Well, I'm not seeing any signs of phosphorus burns, so you're lucky in that respect. That's the nastiest sort of problem you encounter with fireworks in my profession, Phillip. Phosphorus is a gift that keeps on giving, you might say."

"But," he continued, "you don't have that to worry about. Looks to me like this is a strictly temporary situation, brought about by looking directly into the flash of the fireworks. I'm going to recommend to Dr. Minetti that you remain here in the hospital for a couple days, though, just to make sure, and I'm sure Dr. Minetti has already ordered X-rays to rule out a head injury from your fall. Right?"

"Absolutely, they'll be down in about ten minutes to pick you up, Phillip," answered Dr. Minetti.

I felt a little better, but I still had a question. "How temporary is temporary?"

"Barring head injuries or the like, not long, I promise," replied Dr. Bartow. "You should be able to sense differences in light and dark by tomorrow morning, and after that, it will probably just be a day or two and you'll be almost good as new. That's when we'll send you home. You might be sensitive to bright light for a couple months, but beyond that, I don't see any permanent damage."

Well, they X-rayed my head and didn't find anything. I've always wanted to be able to say that, and now I can.

There were no signs of concussion or anything like that. It seems everything was just as Dr. Bartow said. It would be just a matter of my eyes recovering on their own. In the meantime I would be stuck in a hospital room to be closely monitored. Dr. Bartow told me I needed to stick around for more tests, just in case they didn't show signs of steady recovery.

It was very late, and I was finally out for the night when my parents got there. They had gone upstate to visit friends over the holiday, and when the hospital called, they drove straight back. Considering how far it was, they were there in record time.

Dad must have raised a big stink to get them to let him in, because I know it had to have been well after midnight. Mom and Dad both fussed over me, Dad swearing to rain down his wrath on Gerald Mackey. I had to remind him that Gerald was already in custody and would probably wind up in juvie for quite a while over this, and that Bill the Mechanic and some of the others would probably have more serious trouble for the illegal fireworks since they were eighteen.

Finally they calmed down and we actually made small talk. "So was Allyson at this picnic?" Dad asked. Allyson was a girl I knew from school. Dark jet-black hair and brown eyes, and unbelievably nice to everyone. Dad had caught me making doe eyes at her one time at a basketball game in freshman year, and he had never let up about her ever since. "I don't know why you don't just ask her out. You've been a responsible young man, you know I'll let you use the car if you ask ..."

"But I did ask her," I replied. Dad made a little h'mphing noise, like he didn't believe me. He knew I was unaccountably bashful around girls. "Really, I did, but she was on schedule to work today." And it was true - at least that's what she said. My suspicion was, she didn't want to go out with me, and she was trying to let me down gently.

"Well, keep trying. Nothing persists like persistence." My dad is full of gems like this. If at first you don't succeed, etc. He is the power of positive thinking personified. There Is Nothing You Cannot Accomplish If You Set Your Mind To It!

"Right, Dad." The only way to get him to turn off the clichés was to agree with him immediately. "Now will you and Mom go home already? It's gotta be after midnight. I'm beat."

"Of course, Phillip. You sure you don't need us to stay?"

"Yes, Dad, I'm sure. Now go, Mom looks tired." I wondered if he'd catch that. He almost didn't.

"Ha ha, very funny. Okay, we'll go home, and we'll be by tomorrow during regular visiting hours for a change. Goodnight, son, and just remember, if at first you don't succeed ..."

"Goodnight, Dad."

Dr. Bartow came to see me first thing the next day. No sleeping in around here - this place is a beehive of activity early in the morning.

"Okay, Phillip, I'm going to slowly unwrap the bandages off your eyes, and when I do, you tell me what you see. Nurse, will you put out the overhead light and close the curtains, please?"

He unwound the bandage around my head and took the gauze from my eyes.

"What do you see, Phillip?"

"I can see some light, and the outline of a person standing in front of it. A woman, I think."

"Good," he replied. "Do you notice any particular direction the light seems to be coming from?"

"Almost directly ahead of me. Somewhat to my left, though."

"Excellent! That's the bathroom light, and that would be Nurse Monica in front of it. You're coming along just fine so far. We'll just give you a couple of these eyedrops, replace these bandages and stop by again tomorrow to see how you're doing. At the rate you're recovering, we should be able to discharge you tomorrow."

Not five minutes after he had changed the bandages and left, someone brought breakfast in. Having heard the tales of hospital food, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was actually somewhat tasty. Nowhere near as good as Mom makes it, but not nearly as bad as I expected. I filled my belly (although it's trickier than it sounds to eat without seeing) and began to drowse once more as the TV chattered. TV is pretty dull without the pictures.

Montel was talking to a woman about how her family had never liked her boyfriend and had gone to great lengths to break them up. Somewhere in her discourse, I fell asleep. I awoke to hear Bob Barker telling someone, "You, my dear, have to beat 85 cents. Now get up there and spin that wheel!" Montel had given way to The Price Is Right.

But it wasn't Bob Barker's wheedling or the constant screaming of the studio audience that woke me. It was a hand under my hospital johnnie, tugging gently on my hardening cock. I stirred, and a soft feminine voice whispered, "Sssshh. Just relax, you'll like this, trust me."

My organ sprang completely to life in her hand. The softness of her skin sliding against it, stroking against the underside, caused it to stand straight up, the tip straining against the soft cotton of the johnnie. I began to moan softly, trying to hold back but finding it very difficult. Who is this? And why me?

These questions were drowned out of my brain as I grew closer to my climax. She began to slide her hand up and down my erection more fervently. "Come for me, baby," she whispered.

All at once, I felt the cool open air on my legs, and I knew she had pulled the bottom of the johnnie up over my stomach to look at my bare dick. Right then and there I shot my sperm in several hard gushes. "Oooh, you're a messy one, aren't you? Mmmm, and tasty, too." Wow, she was eating my cum, too? Who the hell is this, I wondered. So I asked.

"Who are you?" My subtlety knew no bounds, sometimes.

"Looks like I need to clean you up," she said in her soft whisper, completely ignoring the question. I felt the cold touch of wet-naps caressing my legs and my belly. "Don't want to have to answer some uncomfortable questions later on, do we?"

"There you are, good as new," she said finally. I felt her kiss brush my lips. Had I known it was coming, I would have kissed back. "Now go back to sleep." Seconds later, I heard the door clink shut. She was gone.

"And how about you, young lady? What's your bid on the recliner?" Bob Barker asked someone. As it turned out, she had bid two hundred dollars too high, and she did not get to go up on stage with Bob. What happened after that, I don't know; incredibly, I really had fallen back to sleep, just like that.

Lunchtime came and went uneventfully, except for the thoughts spinning around in my mind. I wasn't sure which was stranger - the thought of an anonymous someone coming into my hospital room and jacking me off, or the realization I hadn't told anyone about it. It was weird and sexy and ... hell, I don't know.

What I really wanted to do was take a walk by myself and clear my mind of the morning's craziness, but of course I couldn't. Any sort of exercise would beat just lying in bed all day (and that's something I would never admit to my mom and dad on a Saturday morning).

The next best offer presented itself when the nurse came by to clear my tray. As if reading my mind, she said, "You look like you've had enough of being cooped up. We've got volunteers coming on duty in about ten minutes. You want me to send one of them in so you can get up and about and stretch your legs a little?"

"Sounds like a great idea. I thought I'd like the life of leisure, but this is about to kill me," I grinned.

The nurse promised to arrange it for me, and as good as her word, there was a knock on my door a few minutes later. "Hello, Phillip?" a voice called out tentatively. A familiar voice.

"Allyson? No way. Is that you?"

"Phillip, ohmigod, what are you doing here? What happened? I didn't think it was really you."

I explained as briefly as I could the events of the last twenty-four hours, leaving out my mid-morning excitement, then asked, "So what are you doing here? I mean, it's cool and all, but the first round of visiting hours aren't until three. I thought at first you were the volunteer coming to take me on the nickel tour of this mickey mouse outfit."

"Phillip, I am the volunteer. Remember I told you the other day I had to work and I couldn't make it to your picnic? Well, this is where I work."

"Oh," I said, and fell silent. Boy, did I suddenly feel three inches tall.

"Why, what's wrong with being a volunteer? I'm planning on going into nursing after high school, and this was the best ... oh." She paused. "Never mind, I get it."

"Get what?"

"You thought I was giving you the ol' brush-off, didn't you? 'No, I can't come, I'm working' or 'I'm bathing my iguana' or the old classic 'I have to wash my hair'. That's what you thought it was, didn't you?"

"Well ..."

"A well's a deep subject, but we're not talking about that now. We're talking about how you doubted me. You sure know how to hurt a girl," she said, with an exaggerated pout to her voice. "Don't worry, I won't take it personally, this time. Besides," she continued, "If you really must know, I had a very difficult time turning you down, work or not."

"Really? I would've thought it would be a piece of cake," I smirked. "I bet you get lots of practice letting guys down easy. I mean, you're nice-looking and all, so I figure you have the wolves beating down your door."

Who was this guy saying all this stuff to her? Surely not me. I think I was just feeling a little bolder because I didn't have to look her in the eye and say all this. But it felt good to actually talk to her without anything in the way.

Silence at first, then, "Tell you what, let's get you a robe and we'll take a walk downstairs to the cafeteria. Maybe we can talk a little more about wolves," she said, helping me out of the bed.

Five steps to my door, eighteen steps out and to the left to get the elevator, and another twenty-eight steps to the cafeteria. I counted, because Allyson was occupied in guiding me along the way. She guided just like a pro - walking just ahead of me, my hand on the inside of her elbow.

She got us both a cold drink from the vending machine, and we sat at a table. "So you think I'm completely surrounded by wolves, is that it?"

I sipped at my Sprite. "Yeah, I mean, well ..."

"There you go with those deep subjects again," she shot back breezily. "Seriously, though, just think about it. Have you ever seen me go out with one of them?"

"No, and that's why I ..."

"Yes, I know, that's why you think I shoot 'em down. Think harder - have you ever seen one of them even ask me out? Have you ever seen any of 'em even do anything braver than make googly eyes at me?"

"Umm, no ..."

"No, of course you haven't." She was really picking up steam. "And do you know why?"

"No, why?" I needn't have bothered asking, I knew she would tell me anyway.

"Because boys are intimidated by girls they really like. The ones who like them the most are the ones most intimidated, too. My mom told me that long before I ever believed I would even like boys."

She was right, and I knew it, and she knew I knew it. I sipped nervously at the Sprite. So what did she make of me?

She continued, apparently following my silent train of thought. "Phillip, you've been looking at me the same way as every other boy has since sixth grade, when I first outgrew my training bra. But you're different in one very important way, and I'll bet you will never guess how. Go on, guess."

I had no idea, and I said so. "I give up, tell me."

"Boo!" She gave me a Bronx cheer. "Not even going to take a guess, after all the hints I've given you? Fine. You're the only boy who's ever asked me out. To anything. Anywhere." My mouth must have dropped open. "Surprised?"

"Surprised? Hell yeah I'm surprised. Come on, Allyson, no one? Ever? What about Scott what's-his-name in freshman year, or the foreign exchange student we had first semester this past year?" Scott had bragged during gym class that year about getting to third base with Allyson, and that foreign exchange student was Greek and had those Mediterranean godlike features all the girls seemed to go nuts over.

"Scott was a totally insecure little turd who liked to spread rumors to make himself look like a big man. I had to threaten him with a ballbat to the groin to make him shut up about me. And Demetrius - please, he was probably way hotter for you than me, if you know what I mean."

"Wow." I didn't really know what to say. I was surprised, and not about Demetrius. I would never have guessed that I, the ultimate shy guy, would be Allyson Dumont's first anything.

"Yeah, wow, huh? Anyway, fun time's over for now - much as I'd rather sit here gabbing all day, I have other missions to accomplish before my workday is done."

I slugged back the last of my drink, and just as I was about to either hand her the can or ask where the trash was, she said simply, "About six feet directly behind you there's a recycle bin. Lob it soft and it should go right in." I gave it an easy toss over my left shoulder (saying it was a no-look shot is an understatement) and heard the clink of aluminum on aluminum as my reward.

"Nothing but net!" exclaimed Allyson. "You're full of surprises yourself." I had to agree. For that matter, surprises of all kinds were getting awfully thick around here lately. I had no idea what might be around the next corner.

The rest of the day was uneventful, mostly. My folks stopped by for visiting hours around 7:30, and they brought me my alarm clock/CD player along with one of my CD cases. Actually, my favorite one - I could actually name off every CD in the case, in order. Okay, so the case only holds ten CDs, but still an achievement of some sort, I thought. The alarm clock was also a bonus, because it had a feature built-in that I never thought I'd use when I bought it: it spoke the time in a robotic voice at the touch of a button.

Dad, once again, brought up the subject of Allyson. I cut him short, giving him the very short version of our conversation. I thought if I brought him up to date, he'd relax and let it go. I was wrong.

"That's fantastic news, Phillip. I'm glad to hear things went so well. It surprises me that Allyson has never dated anyone, since she's such a fine-looking young woman."

"Geez, Dad, you sound like such a" (just relax, you'll like this, trust me) "perv when you say that."

Oh yeah. The jacking-off incident from this morning. I had nearly forgotten about that. Thank you, subconscious, for bringing that to my attention once again. Never mind what it said about the state of mind of the anonymous girl with her hand on my dick and sucking my cum off her fingers; what did it say about mine that I not only hadn't mentioned it, but didn't want to?

I suddenly noticed silence. I realized, too late, that my dad had probably asked me a question, and I hadn't heard a word of it. "Oh, Ron, let him be, already," my mom piped in. It was good to hear her voice; she hadn't said two words since they arrived. I think hospitals make her tense. "Can't you see you're embarrassing him?"

"Jean, he's a big boy now. He'll hear the exact same thing from his friends when they come by later, I'm sure. So, Phillip, did you or didn't you?"

I still had no idea what he was talking about. If he could have seen my eyes, he would have seen a very puzzled look on his face. "Ron, that's enough. He doesn't go around asking you what we do privately, and you better never tell him, either, if you know what's good for you. The least you could do is afford him the same measure of privacy. He's earned it."

Oh, I got it, finally. He must have asked if I kissed her or not. Sorry about that, Dad, I thought to myself; my mind was a million miles away from Allyson and mere kissing at that moment.

I had a dream that night, very vivid.

In my dream, I was still in the hospital, only there was nothing wrong with my eyes. I could see everything. And it wasn't a hospital, it was some sort of open-air outdoor tent set up to look like a cheap carnival, only with the furniture from the hospital.

My dad was there. He was dressed like one of those loudmouth barkers from the cartoon versions of a carnival - suspenders, vest, string bowtie, straw hat, half-smoked stogie in his mouth, and a walking stick he used as a pointer.

"Step right up, folks, see the Amazing Pervo. Step right up. Come on, ladies - just because he's shy doesn't mean you should be."

I tried to get up from the bed, but I was unable to move. I tried to speak, but I couldn't.

"You two young ladies, come right up here. You should see this boy. Go on, give 'im a kiss."

Two figures stood at the foot of my bed. The first was Allyson. She was wearing an old-fashioned Florence Nightingale nurse's uniform, complete with cape. A white light was shining from behind her. She tentatively reached out a hand as if to touch me, but at the last moment drew it back.

The second figure at the foot of my bed was ... Allyson, but not Allyson. It was her face, but a completely different person. This one bore a lustful grin on her face. She wore a sheer black catsuit just like the one in the Frederick's catalog under my bed at home. Her nipples stood hard against the black fabric, her clean-shaven pussy slightly exposed through the open crotch.

"Stand back, bitch, she's mine," the Catwoman hissed to Nightingale.

"No! You can't! It's wrong!" Nightingale cried.

"I'm gonna have him because you're too nice," whispered the Catwoman. "He doesn't want you. He likes having his dick played with, and you're too scared. Isn't that right, Phillip?" I still couldn't move or speak to answer.

"No, he wants me, he's just having a hard time saying it, that's all. You leave him alone!" sobbed the Nightingale Allyson. "Tell her, Phillip. Tell her who you really want."

I didn't know the answer, even if I could speak. "You whine too much, bitch. If you wanted him so bad, you'd be doing what I'm doing," the Catwoman said, as she began rubbing my bare thigh. "Come on, Phillip, want me to suck your fat cock, you horny boy?"

Without waiting for an answer, she wrapped her lips softly around the head of my erect organ. The soft wetness of it felt incredible as she slid slowly straight down my eager dick, completely wrapping my manhood in her mouth.

Not to be outdone, Nightingale appeared at my side and lifted the skirt of her uniform. She wore no panties. "Can't you see how wet you make me, honey? I need you so bad," she sighed. In less than a moment she straddled my chest. "Please kiss me there," she said, as she began to rub her clit with her finger. I held her to me, kissing at that tender spot of hers, licking circles around it, then kissing at the very lips of her pussy. She breathed deeply. "Yes," she sighed as the warmth of her sex enveloped my face.

Catwoman, meanwhile, worked me to a frenzy. She began sucking my nuts into her mouth one at a time, licking between them, then returning to jacking my dick with her hand while she held her mouth over its head. She paused only briefly to exclaim, "Cum in my mouth, Phillip! Shoot that sperm right down my throat!"

I wanted to cum. I finally did, and so did the Nightingale Allyson. The harder I came in the Catwoman's mouth, the more Nightingale came on my face. She ground her wet pussy rapidly against my chin, eventually slowing down only as my cock stopped twitching in the Catwoman's hand.

Both Allysons collapsed exhausted in my arms, one on either side of me. Both cuddled up to me, wrapping arms and legs around my body.

I suddenly heard my dad's voice say, "Don't worry, son, the game is rigged. Play your cards right, and you'll come out ahead." I didn't see him, but I heard him.

"Rigged?" I was able to speak, finally.

"Of course, son. After all, you haven't seen the ventriloquist act yet."

"Ventriloquist?"

"Sure, show the boy your special talents, girls."

They both sat up and faced me. "Just relax, you'll like this, trust me," they both said in perfect synchronization. But there was only one voice - Allyson's.

I sat up abruptly, suddenly wide awake. I finally knew what had happened, and I saw what I must do.

I hit the button on my alarm clock. "The time is ... three ... twenty ... seven ... A.M.," it intoned. Four more hours at the most until Dr. Bartow arrived and this place kicked into high gear. I was able to drop off to sleep again with no further dreams the rest of the night.

When Dr. Bartow arrived at quarter after seven, I had already been awake for about half an hour. I was anxious to see again, and I really hoped the news would be good when he took off the bandages.

"Are you ready for the unveiling, Phillip?"

"Absolutely, Dr. Bartow. I can't wait."

"Nurse, if you'll do the honors once again," Dr. Bartow said. There was the sound of curtains closing and a light switch being clicked off.

I knew it was going to be good news even before he had the bandages completely off. Light started filtering through the sides of the bandages. Just the normal amount of light for a darkened, but not dark, room. "I can see light already!" I nearly shouted.

Dr. Bartow chuckled. "Okay, calm down, let's not get too excited just yet. Let's find out what all you actually can or can't see before we start signing discharge forms, okay?"

Finally there was nothing left but the two squares of folded gauze directly over each eye. At last, those were gone, as well.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"Whenever you're ready, Phillip."

I opened my eyes, and laughed. There before me, in beautiful living color, was Dr. Bartow. I laughed, because he looked just like the oatmeal commercial guy, too. "Dr. Bartow, I presume," I chuckled.

"That's me," he smiled back. "Ready to step up the light levels a little?"

"I sure am," I replied enthusiastically.

The light came on in the bathroom, a soft fluorescent glow. I could see the sink through the door, gleaming white. I never saw anything so ordinary look so beautiful. "Well, what do you think, Phillip?"

"Wow." I was speechless.

"Ready for a little more light?"

"Sure!"

Then the room light came on. There was nothing left to say.

"I take it by the goofy expression on your face that you can see everything okay?" Dr. Bartow seemed amused.

"Wow," I said, again.

"I'll put you down for a 'yes' then," Dr. Bartow said. He scratched on a clipboard for a few seconds, then tore off a sheet of paper and handed it to the nurse. "I'm going to be back this afternoon, because I want to run a more in-depth test of your visual acuity - eyecharts and all that jazz, takes maybe half an hour or so. If you're as fine as I think you are, I'll sign off on your discharge, and we'll get you out of here. Sound like a fair deal?"

"Fair enough."

As had happened the day before, breakfast arrived shortly after Dr. Bartow left. Breakfast was quite a bit easier to eat this time around, and tasted just as good as the day before, if not better. Before they cleared off everything on my rollaway table, I made sure to keep the discarded bandages that Dr. Bartow had set there.

I bided my time watching TV and listening to my CD player until about ten o'clock. I then went into the bathroom to put the bandages back on. I laid back down on the bed, and waited.

The door to my room opened at about twenty past ten. I wasn't sure if she would come again, and I almost bailed out on the idea a couple of times. But she had come again as my first instinct had suggested, so it was too late for second-guessing myself. This time, I heard the door lock engage.

I stayed as still as possible, willing myself to appear to be asleep. For what seemed an eternity, nothing happened that I could tell. I felt a hand touch me on one knee, sliding up my thigh well beyond the hem of my johnnie. Then another hand on my other thigh. The hands moved away momentarily, and the hem of the johnnie went up over my belly, exposing my hardening cock to the open air. I moaned a little in my "sleep".

"Ssshh. It's me again," the voice whispered. "You'll like this even better than yesterday."

I felt her warm, wet tongue sliding up the underside of my organ, calling it to complete attention. Her lips wrapped around the head, just holding there for a moment as her fingernails teased lightly against my balls. I could feel her tongue press against the very tip of my dick. Every nerve ending felt like it was melting into one huge sensation, and she had barely begun.

She descended, engulfing my shaft completely. I'm not particularly large, but I could feel that I was at the back of her throat. The feeling was amazing, and the amazement didn't end there.

I had expected her to slide her mouth back up my dick, but she didn't. Instead, her tongue stroked and pulled on my dick from deep in her mouth, maybe pretending it was a giant straw. It was as if she were trying to suck the cum directly from my balls - and it was working; the whole time she was sucking, she had continued that light scratching at my nuts. I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

Suddenly, I crossed the line of no return. I could no longer hold back another second. I gritted my teeth, "Ohhh here I cum!"

Again, she defied my expectations. I expected her to pull away, but she didn't. She stayed right where she was. I emptied myself into her throat as she swallowed my cum at a furious pace. Reflexively I clawed my fingers aimlessly through her hair as I twitched inside her mouth. She held me there until finally I became soft, and she pulled away gently, almost reluctantly.

Finally came the moment of truth. She stood and leaned over my face, and gave me that same soft tender kiss. This time I was ready. I reached out and took hold of her hand. "Allyson," I whispered.

She froze, motionless.

"Allyson," I whispered again. "I know it's you."

"But how ..." she started to say, as I sat up in the bed and began to unwind the bandages from my eyes with my free hand.

"How did I know it was you? I didn't know for sure until you answered me just now. I wouldn't have suspected, but it kind of came to me in a dream." I finished removing the bandages and looked in her eyes. She looked away, embarrassed.

"A dream, huh?" A tear started to flow from the corner of one eye. "So I suppose I'm busted, then. One way or another, anyway. Either you'll tell my boss and I'll be out of a job, or you'll tell your parents, and I won't be able to even get within a hundred yards of you. Not like you'd want to be around me, anyway. What kind of person goes around giving guys blowjobs in the hospital? A - a ..."

"A pervert?" I finished for her.

"Exactly. A pervert. A nymphomaniac. A slut. Call me what you like, it's probably true." She began to weep in earnest.

"Allyson, sshhhhh," I said, placing a finger under her chin and turning her to face me. "First of all, you are not a nymphomaniac or a slut, unless you make it a habit of doing this with every guy you see lying helpless in a hospital bed. Do you?"

She snuffled her nose, and shook her head no.

"Of course you don't. Second of all, as to being a pervert - you say that like it's a bad thing," I grinned. "Besides, I don't believe you're the run-of-the-mill perv hanging out in the park wearing only a trenchcoat. Do you need a Kleenex?"

She nodded, and I handed her one from the box next to the bed.

"And if you are a perv," I continued, "did you ever consider what that makes me? You know, I had a dozen opportunities since yesterday to tell someone that something happened - that someone had come into my room and jacked me off - but I didn't. Truth is, I didn't tell anyone because I really liked it. Very much."

"You did?"

"Of course I did. You told me I would," I winked.

At last a smile broke through the tears on her face. "Yes, I guess I did."

"You know, Allyson," I said, taking both her hands in both of mine, "you've been fighting off the other Allyson inside of you that is unafraid of what she wants. What you want. You've been working on overcoming her, and she has been working on overcoming you. She went after what she wanted, and it scared you to death. You know how I know that? Because you and I are very much alike. I had a similar fight on my hands when I tried to pull it together long enough to ask you to the picnic."

I paused, and we both remained silent for a long time. She slowly nodded in agreement. "You know something, though?" she said, finally. "I'm tired of fighting, and as far as I'm concerned, I don't have to anymore. I really am the nice girl that everyone knows, and I really am also a girl who really wants sex." She kissed one of my hands and continued, "With you, if you'll have me. I'm not afraid anymore of who I am, inside or out. What about you?"

I kissed her hand in return, saying, "I'm not afraid of myself, or you, Allyson. I've learned a lot about myself because of you, and I want to continue to learn about both of us. All about us, keeping nothing secret from each other, and not even from myself if I can possibly help it. I liked what I learned about you yesterday - both yesterday afternoon and yesterday morning - and what I've learned about you today. So yes, yes I'll have you, as long as you want me." I pulled her face close to mine, kissing her tenderly at first, then more eagerly as she nibbled on my lower lip. "And I'll have you now, if you like," I added with what had to be a wicked leer.

"I would like that very much, Phillip," she responded, placing one of my hands on her ass.

I slid my hand along the fabric of her skirt, and noticed there was no seam peeking through from underneath. It couldn't be, could it? "Are you not wearing any panties?" I asked, disbelieving.

"No, that was one of the early wins for my internal wild child," she said, sighing as my hand traveled up her leg under her skirt. She drew closer to me as I touched softly against the inside of her upper thigh. I could feel the warm dampness there, and I noticed her knees tremble as I touched and stroked the cleft at her center.

With both hands I lifted the hem of her skirt above her waist and looked upon her sex. Her pubic hair was completely shaven away, and her excitement glistened in its place. The very sight of it caused my member to twitch, then to swell all over again.

I lowered the skirt to its original position, and immediately removed my hospital johnnie. Taking my cue, Allyson removed the skirt, stepping out of the puddle it left at her ankles. I could no longer wait. "Climb on up here," I murmured urgently, "and let me taste you."

She quickly kicked out of her sandals as well, and straddled my chest, facing me on the narrow bed. I had to experience first hand what I had only imagined in my dream. I kissed at her clit, pulling it between my lips, tonguing it in a circular motion. As I did, I glanced up long enough to see her remove her blouse and bra, tossing them carelessly in the corner. She began to play with her nipples, tugging and twisting at them, as I sucked harder on her clit.

Reluctantly, I temporarily abandoned my focus there, because I wanted to kiss Allyson's nether lips, to taste the source of her sweet flavor. I stroked my tongue against her pussy, sliding it in as far as it could go. When it would go no further, I grasped her ass with both hands and pulled her hard against my face. She began to moan in a low voice, grinding against me in an irregular rhythm. "Ohhh, Phillip ... baby," she sighed deeply, as she released a small freshet of her wetness into my mouth.

I could have continued drinking in her flavor all day, but Allyson had other things in mind. She pulled her hips back, and eased down atop my body, kissing my pussy-drenched face and licking her own taste from my cheeks. "Phillip, you are so good to me," she whispered in my ear. "I should never have doubted that you would give freely what I tried to take from you. From now on, I promise I will tell you what I want before trying to steal it somehow."

Her pussy teased at the head of my erection as she lay against me. Knowing by her touch what she wanted, I asked anyway. I wanted to hear her say it. "So what do you want now?"

"I want you - your ... penis ..." she said, suddenly using the polite term.

I would have none of it. We had come too far to dance around it now. "My dick, you mean? My cock?"

"Yes, your cock. I want your cock inside me." Apparently realizing how absurd her modesty sounded, she deliberately formed a completely beautiful sentence that I prayed no one else would ever get to hear from her lips. "Phillip, I want you to fuck your hard cock deep inside my wet pussy. How's that?"

"Allyson, that was wonderful," I replied, "beautifully honest. And since you have been so honest with me, I am more than happy to oblige." With that, I lifted my hips, pushing my cock deep into her wet slit in one firm stroke. I looked into her eyes, watching them widen first with surprise, then in pleasure.

I suspected rightly from the very start she wasn't a virgin, physically speaking; a wild child neglected cannot help but to explore. But she was as much a sexual and emotional virgin as I was, and she proved it within a few strokes into her. Her pussy began to quiver against my cock, and I discovered I could not hold back much longer against her exquisite tightness. "Allyson, honey, I'm going to cum any second," I growled.

"Oh yessss," she hissed, "I think I'm going to cum soon too!"

With one final thrust I lifted my hips, and held her slightly off the bed, my cock spurting deep into her. As I did, I felt her gush against me, the liquid spreading across my hips. At length, we collapsed into each other, crying and laughing all at once, our energy spent. She lay against me, and I held her. We shared tiny kisses on each other's faces and bodies for a few minutes until I happened to glance at the clock.

"Allyson, baby - you know I'm crazy about you, right?"

"And I'm crazy about you, too, Phillip. A girl could fall in love if you kept this up," she grinned.

"So you won't take this the wrong way when I tell you something ..."

"What's that, honey?"

"You have to get up now."

"Why? What's wrong?" She started to look hurt.

"It's ten after eleven. The nurse is going to be coming around any minute to find out what I want for lunch."

"Oh shit, you're right!" Allyson fairly leapt out of the bed and began gathering her clothes. I was amused (and later, when I thought about it again, aroused) to watch her tiny butt and her boobs jiggle as she scurried about the room. She ran for the bathroom with all her clothes in a jumble in her arms, and booted the door closed with that butt. She emerged a minute or two later looking completely put together and unruffled. How any girl could do that was beyond me - one more thing I hoped to discover in the course of time.

She leaned over me and planted one parting kiss on my lips, then a last naughty lick at my cock. "I'll call you at home tonight," she said, as she let herself out the door.

I bent down and picked up the johnnie. As I put it on, I reflected on the past two days. I arrived here blinded by the light, but I would leave able to see again. Indeed, I would see many things more clearly now, and in the future, than I ever had before.

--The End--

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