Wispy
phantasms of red, that's what he noticed first. When he was talking to
someone, he'd notice a little glimmer of red, then it would fade.
At
first he thought it was another of those false color experiences he had
been having for years, where stars or flashes or funny patterns would
appear in his vision. But as the doctors explained, that was all in his
own head, his brain playing tricks on him. For while Ken had gone
totally blind at age 4, there were still parts of his brain devoted to
vision. They didn't get any of the signals they needed from his eyes
for real sight, but they still yawned and stretched from time to time
to produce visual sensations.
But this was different. He never
saw it when he was alone, only when there was another person. It was
the right distance away to be coming from the person's body. He noticed
it most clearly in class. Mr. North had a tendency to pace as he
lectured, and sometimes Ken saw that barely visible red wisp gliding to
the left, matching the distance and direction of Mr. North himself. It
came from the level of his hips.
As the weeks went by he saw the
red glimmer more and more often. It became more than a glimmer, then
Ken realized that it had a shape. There were two separate little
circles. Ken began to suspect he was seeing an outline of Mr. North's
balls! He had considered mentioning these red wispy visions to his
doctor, but had hesitated because it seemed so unlikely that they came
from outside of his skull. When he suspected he was seeing right
through Mr. North's pants and underpants, it shifted from the unlikely
to the seemingly impossible. He knew X-ray vision didn't exist. What's
more, he would be the butt of endless jokes if he claimed to be seeing
the teacher's balls. They'd say his surging hormones were making him
see things -- and without doubt they'd all think he was gay!
It
wasn't just Mr. North. He saw nothing when looking at women. But the
red he saw between every man's legs resolved itself into a pair of red
circles. At first he saw nothing when he looked between his own legs.
But Jeff was an older boy whose voice had deepened recently. He lived
in the double next door, and Ken saw his balls too -- right through the
wall, sometimes.
Ken had just turned 13 and noticed some changes
in himself. Whenever one of the older girls spoke, he felt a tingle of
something different. When she giggled he sometimes felt a surge of
tenderness for her. He had a heightened sense of smell like most blind
people and often got subtle odors from others. Now he realized that
girls smelled exciting sometimes.
When looking at the newly
fascinating girls, sometimes he thought he saw wisps of green from hip
height, but they were too fleeting for him to be sure.
Then one
morning in bed Ken saw that his own balls had a faint red tinge to
them. He wished he had paid closer attention in the "Growing and
Changing" part of the health course they had all been given back when
he was 11. Now he found himself listening with headphones to the
Wikipedia entries on "puberty" and "testicles" and "penis". It said
nothing about seeing red with your eyes closed. He got erections more
often, and now he fingered his balls in wonder, watching the dim
redness roll around in his fingers.
Mirrors naturally didn't
play a very large role in his life as a blind boy, but the bathrooms
were equipped with them. He was shocked one day to see while washing
his hands a faint purple glow from the mirror, so deep it almost wasn't
a color. He quickly determined that it was coming from his own head. If
he moved towards the mirror, the glow zoomed in towards him, and if he
shifted left or right it moved with him. No one else's head showed
purple, though.
Then in October a new girl moved to the school.
When Lisa came into the room, he was pretty sure he saw that same deep
purple glowing from her head! He had trouble concentrating as he
contemplated this new development. He'd need to talk to her, but he
couldn't figure out right away how to do that naturally.
Ken
was relaxing in the second floor lounge a couple days later, listening
to music on his old iPod with the earbuds. He liked the feel of the
lounge. He became instantly alert when he saw the deep purple glow
coming into the room. Any doubts as to who it was were removed when she
spoke.
"Hi, Ken."
"Ummm, you're the new girl? It's, um...
Lisa, right?" He could never have forgotten the name of the girl whose
head also glowed purple. That was on top of the facts that she smelled
intriguing, her voice was like honey -- and she was a girl. He
pretended to be uncertain of her name so she wouldn't think he was
obsessed with her.
"Yeah, Lisa."
"Hi, are you finding your way around OK?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Where were you before?"
"I was at a school kind of like this when we lived in New Jersey, but since coming up to Maine I've been living at home."
"How long have you been here in Maine?"
"About
18 months. I was feeling so lonely at home, all by myself. And I didn't
know any other blind kid in the whole state of Maine, either."
"I think being home is a drag too -- at least these past couple years."
"Yeah, it was OK when I was younger -- I got homesick at school at first."
"When
I go home, it's nice to see everyone, but of course they don't get what
it's like to be blind. My parents baby me. My little sister Kathy is
just mean sometimes. She'll move my stuff around and laugh after I'm
groping around trying to find something. She even says she wishes I'd
go back to school because no one pays any attention to her when I'm
home. It's all about 'poor brother Ken'."
"At least she's
honest," said Lisa. "I don't have any brothers or sisters. It's worse,
believe me. All I have are parents who baby me, and they bug me lately."
"I wouldn't be so sure it's worse; you haven't met Kathy."
"Whatever."
Their
conversation continued in this vein for some time. Ken was surprised he
was doing as well as he was holding up his end, but Lisa put him at
ease somehow.
"Say, how much can you see?" she asked.
"Nothing. Well, I see a glow in direct sunshine, that's all."
"And were you blind from birth?"
"No, accident at age 4."
"Bummer." And that was all she said, Ken noted with relief. No uncomfortable sympathy.
"And you?"
"Tumor, age 5."
"Bummer," echoed Ken. "Did they get it all?"
"Wasn't malignant, just happened to be sitting on my optic nerve."
"And do you see anything?"
"Nada.
Nothing. Zilch." Ken could hear Lisa shifting in her chair. "Except
sometimes I think I'm seeing something, or imagining I am."
"You mean like your brain making things up?"
"I get that too, but it's something else. Like -- I'd swear you had this weird purple coming out of your head."
Ken swallowed hard. "Oh," he said.
"What? You think I'm crazy?"
"No!"
Did
he dare take the next step? Would she think he was trying to
manufacture common ground because he liked her? Was she baiting him,
and going to say it was a joke and of course she didn't see any such
thing. And he did? Hahaha.
"You know, I've thought that too -- when I look in the mirror. It's such a funny shade of purple I can barely see it."
"Really?" she said with excitement.
"Yeah. And your head is purple too -- I think. "
"That's it! I see it in the mirror! Oh, my God!"
"Have you seen anyone else with it?"
"No. And you?"
"No."
"I nearly fell over the other day when I came into class and there was this purple glow."
"Me too."
"Have you told anyone?"
"No -- they'd think I'm crazy."
"I know what you mean..." and then she stopped and shifted in her chair once more.
Suddenly
the conversation had died. The question burning on Ken's tongue was
whether she saw red when she looked between guys' legs, and there was
absolutely no way he could ask Lisa that! But she had fallen silent
too. He was burning with embarrassment, and he had the sense she was
too.
He looked down and his balls showed clearly as little red
orbs. Was she sitting there looking at his balls too? But down around
her waist were two faint green dots -- he hadn't been imagining seeing
green on the women!
"When did you first notice the purple in the mirror?" Lisa asked, somehow getting the conversation going again.
"Just a few months ago. You?"
"A few years back." She took a deep breath. "Do you see any other colors?"
"Oh, um, yeah, sometimes."
"Which ones?"
Ken took a deep breath. "Lots of red, and a little green."
"Me
too," she said slowly. "Me too." There was more silence. "Let me guess:
if I asked you where you saw these colors, you wouldn't want to, is
that right?"
"Yes!" hissed Ken at once.
"That's what I thought," Lisa whispered.
Ken
looked down at his balls, and thought about Lisa looking at them. He
was wearing briefs and jeans and she was a blind girl. How many more
guarantees of modesty did a guy need? Yet she was looking at his balls!
He found his cock growing firmer in his pants, and he reached down
quietly to adjust it.
He could swear she was smiling -- he just
had that sense. Could she see his cock too? He could only see his
balls, and he felt even more naked not knowing how much she could see.
"I've
got to go," he said at once, suddenly very self-conscious. He rose,
knocking his cane over in the process. He groped for it and hurried
away.
"Bye!" said Lisa after him. "We ought to talk some more."
Ken
retreated to his room and shut the door, though that was discouraged
during the middle of the day. Fortunately his roommate Jason was out.
He lay on his bed, trying to collect his thoughts. He replayed his
conversation with Lisa over and over, thinking of her words from every
possible angle, trying to divine hidden meanings that only girls would
know. But that last phrase, "We ought to talk some more" -- that was
said in a friendly way.
Jason went to bed a little earlier than
he did, and as Ken was getting into bed later he could hear the regular
breathing that meant he was asleep. Ken's cock got very hard and he
began stroking it as he thought of Lisa, how attractive she was to
begin with, then what they shared -- and most of all he thought of her
seeing his balls and not running away screaming, in fact being pretty
friendly. His hips instinctively thrust back and forth, and his
pleasure built. Suddenly a really good feeling hit him and he felt his
cock contracting. Looking down, he saw streaks of red, and quickly
confirmed that the stuff that had shot out -- semen, it was called --
glowed red, a richer shade than his balls. So he was a big boy now! He
now made sperm and could masturbate and get that good feeling. He
supposed he could even make a girl pregnant. A girl like Lisa, he
thought with excitement. Just in theory, of course, but it was an
exciting theory.
He cleaned up the reddish goop with tissues and
tossed them in the wastebasket, but he could still see the reddish
tissues right through the metal walls of the wastebasket. It was much
dimmer but still visible in the morning.
The
next afternoon Ken went to the same lounge. This time he brought his
laptop, and used the usual assistive technology to read his homework
aloud via his real headphones. Would Lisa come again? He was just doing
his homework, of course... and it would be fine if she didn't show
up... he had no reason to think she would. But as the minutes went by
he found it harder and harder to concentrate.
His heart pounded in his chest when the deep purple announced Lisa's approach. She sat beside him on the sofa.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi,"
he answered. Yesterday he had felt uncomfortable just talking with a
girl. Their shared secret had emerged naturally enough that he hadn't
had the chance to get completely tongue-tied. But today was totally
different. He wanted to shield his crotch with lead so it wasn't
exposed to Lisa's view. He had actually found that his balls looked
just as clear to him with concrete or wood or steel in the way --
something he had tested by leaning around the corners of various poles
and corners. So he doubted lead would help, even if he had some.
"Do you like me OK?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure!" he said -- a little too enthusiastically, maybe.
He
was amazed to see the deep purple of Lisa's head zooming in towards
his, and her hand gently feeling his face before she kissed him on the
cheek. She withdrew her face an inch but no further. Did she really
want to kiss him? For real?
He turned his lips towards her and
found out that was exactly what she had in mind. Her lips met his and
rubbed together gently -- his first real kiss! He had imagined kissing
as something far down the road in getting to know girls. He expected it
might happen years from now -- if ever. Lisa had just gone ahead and
done it, just like that! It felt really good. Lisa's breathing was a
little irregular.
"What if someone comes?" he whispered.
"We can see them, right?" Lisa said in a normal tone.
"I can see men, but I'm not so sure about women."
"Really? I can see them both. Even with my eyes closed. Right through the back of your head."
"OK!" he said and eagerly returned to kissing the girl.
He
worked his hand up behind her head, and was thrilled to feel her hair,
her neck, the lovely shape of her ear, the soft skin of her cheek.
They
had been at it for perhaps 20 minutes when Lisa pulled back with a
start. Turning his head, Ken saw the faintest traces of green. The
teacher's soft footsteps were apparent only a few seconds before she
peeked into the lounge.
"Hello Ken, Hello Lisa."
"Hello, Mrs. Westfall," said Ken, of course recognizing her voice.
"It's very nice of you to talk with Lisa, Ken. It's wonderful when boys and girls reach out to make a new student feel welcome."
"Thanks," said Ken without enthusiasm, and Mrs. Westfall disappeared.
Ken turned, eager to resume the kissing, but Lisa had pulled back out of range.
"What do you actually see, Ken?"
"Well, um, hmmm," he stammered.
"What do you see on Mrs. Westfall?"
"I saw two green dots down around waist high."
"Yeah, her ovaries. It's lower than her waist. Anything else on her?"
"No. What do you see?"
"I see that, but I also see faint traces of... of her other, um, reproductive organs."
"Oh, like her..." What word should he use? Did he dare mention it, or would Lisa leave in a huff?
"Her uterus and Fallopian tubes -- and vagina," she said quietly.
"Oh."
"Do you see my ovaries?" Lisa asked.
"Yes," said Ken, and with a sudden twitch of inspiration, "They're very cute."
Lisa chuckled. "Awww," she said, "but nothing else?"
"I don't think so," Ken said, squinting. "Maybe if I were closer," he said, half teasing.
She
paused a moment, then said, "OK," and pulled his head down, holding his
nose an inch or two away from her hip as she bent him over her sideways.
Ken
stared closely. There it was! In faint green he saw tubes extending
from the brighter green ovaries to a fist-sized blob that must be her
uterus, and then the tube of her vagina. There were some short lines
and a less dim little node right there at the center -- her clitoris?
It all matched the mental map he had made after feeling those
anatomical models when he was 11.
"Um, yeah, now I see more. Wow."
Lisa pulled his head back up. "It's very naughty of you to look!" she said sternly.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry..."
"I'm kidding, silly!"
"I know. Are you looking at me all the time?" Ken managed. "You see my ... testicles, I assume?"
Lisa's
purple zoomed in not towards his crotch but towards his face and she
kissed Ken again. She broke the kiss to whisper heavily, "Your balls
glow like Christmas tree bulbs. The rest of it is pretty clear too."
"So you can see that I'm... Gosh, I'm sorry."
"It's exciting, Ken!"
"Really?"
"Yes! I'm not a little girl, you know."
"And you like it?"
"Yes!"
"Yeah, but it's like I'm exposing myself!"
"But you're not, right?"
Ken then felt Lisa's finger touch the cloth of his jeans exactly over the tip of his cock and brush gently towards the base.
"I
figured you must like me when I saw it get stiff and long yesterday --
and then I saw the red from your wastebasket this morning."
"You saw that?"
"Yeah, it's cool. I see it in other boys' wastebaskets too. And sometimes I've even seen..."
"What?"
"Never mind. Ken, can I play with it? Do you mind?"
"Um, no!"
"I can't?" she said quietly.
"I meant No, I don't mind."
"How do I get at it?"
Ken
unfastened his belt and the button on his jeans, then pulled down the
zipper and held his briefs away from his erect cock. "I sure hope
nobody comes."
"I'll see them, don't worry," said Lisa.
Then
he felt her hand lightly touching his cock, feeling all around under
it, caressing his red-glowing balls. It felt fantastic And then she
grabbed the shaft and began going up and down.
"Like that?" she asked.
"Um,
not so far up and down," he said, and Lisa began smaller strokes. It
felt great, and the idea that a girl was doing it to him made it
especially exciting.
"Oh, wow, mmmmm," he said. "But be careful or the stuff might come out."
"Oh, goody!" said Lisa with an evil little laugh, stroking more firmly.
"But there's nothing to clean up with!" Ken said.
"Who cares?" said Lisa lightly, stroking harder.
She
wanted him to ejaculate! He was still unsure what to do about cleaning
up the sticky stuff, but his body would not be denied. Ken gasped as a
streak of red flashed through cock, then arced through the air to land
on his throat.
"Oh, my God!" squealed Lisa and withdrew her
hand. The next shot arced less strongly and landed on his shirt over
his bellybutton, then a third welled forth and plopped off his cock
onto his pubic hair, and a fourth oozed out.
"What a mess!"
gasped Ken as the fantastic sensations faded. He felt Lisa's fingers at
his throat and saw her come away with a blob.
"Smells very mysterious!" she said happily. A second later she added, "Doesn't taste like much."
They were alarmed to hear footsteps. Ken didn't see any colors, but Lisa had said she would. How had she missed it?
"Who's there?" asked Alan.
"Yeah, who?" echoed Mike. They were both little boys -- about 7 years old.
"Mind
your own business," said Ken, trying to sound menacing, but it just
piqued their curiosity and in a flash they had walked over to
investigate.
Ken frantically refastened his pants, smearing
semen everywhere in the process. He tried to remind himself that while
he and Lisa could see it, the boys couldn't.
"My name is Lisa," she said, "I'm pretty new."
"Oh,"
said Mike. "OK," and the two vanished again, probably figuring that
whatever a big boy and girl were doing wasn't going to be much fun for
them.
"How do I get cleaned up?"
"I'll take as much as I can," she said, and he felt her fingers where the red was. "Go change your clothes."
"What if one of the teachers sees me?"
"They don't have special vision like us, remember?"
"Yeah, but it's still visible as just ordinary stuff, right?"
"Hmmm, well, hunch over, and if they ask say you had a runny nose?"
As
he got up to go, Lisa stopped him with a "Look!" She had rubbed his
sperm all over her hands. Now he saw the details of a ghostly red
see-through hand in three dimensions, all five fingers, palm, wrist. It
was fascinating -- but aware of his messy clothing he headed out.
Ken
and Lisa decided they could be seen as friends, but didn't want anyone
thinking they had a physical relationship of any kind. No hugging, no
holding hands. They tried not to smile too much when they talked to
each other. The teachers knew they liked each other more, though. Ken
and Lisa had no practical knowledge of how people look when they're in
love, so they couldn't hide those little signs they gave off without
knowing it. The teachers thought it was sweet. It was more of a
challenge to get blind kids interested in each other romantically than
to keep them apart. The teachers had no reason to suspect anything went
on in private.
They had been meeting in the second floor lounge.
Almost no one went up to the third floor once the day's classes were
over, so they were even less likely to be discovered in the lounge up
there. That's where they met next and they made it their regular
meeting spot.
After they had kissed for a few minutes, Ken let
his hand slide down Lisa's neck to her back. Her body was wonderful in
every way. He hadn't really touched anyone's body since he was a small
boy. Just touching was comforting, but touching a girl's body was
especially exciting. Sighted boys at least knew a girl's shape from
looking at her, but that had been denied him. He slid his hands around
to her chest slowly. Breasts were there somewhere, he knew -- and there
they were! Graceful mounds inside the fabric of -- that must be a bra?
He moved his head down a little to look. "Your breasts aren't green?"
"Nope. Not breasts. Only the stuff lower down."
"Why not?"
"I dunno. Why should they be? You can touch them a little harder, you know... Mmmm, that's nice."
After a minute, she said, "But I want to feel your 'thingie' again."
"Thingie?"
"Why not? I think it's kind of an exciting name for it."
"OK," he said, happily unfastening himself to bare his stiff cock. This time Ken had remembered to bring tissues.
"How's that?" asked Lisa as she stroked away.
"Great!"
he answered. "Rub against the tip too," he said. "Oh, yeah, that's it!
Oh, Lisa, oh, that's great, mmmm." He kept murmuring his pleasure, and
after a few minutes his excitement built. "Lisa, Lisa, Lisa!" he moaned
urgently as his climax was upon him and he spurted again.
"That feels good?"
"Really good!"
Ken
was ready to mop up the mess with the tissues, but Lisa stopped him.
"Let me play with it... It's so red." She brought a fingerful of the
stuff to her eye. "Let me spread it on my eyelids... that is really,
really red!"
"Good," said Ken.
"Now you try."
"On my eyelids?"
"Yeah."
He
was a little squeamish about it, but it did make a truly intense red.
It was the sort of vivid color that neither of them had expected to see
again.
Another day she painted her face with sperm, and Ken had
to admit that she had a beautiful face -- not that he had much to
compare it to except his memories as a 4-year-old. She in turn painted
his face with it.
"I could give you a blow job," she said one day.
Ken was embarrassed because he didn't know what she meant.
"Oral sex!" she said. "I like lick and suck your thingie."
"Oh," he said. "If you really want to."
Two
seconds after she took him in her mouth the first time, he understood
why boys like this. It felt fantastic! He came ten seconds later in her
mouth; it never occurred to him to tell her so she could get her mouth
away. She stiffened momentarily as the first shot surged into her oral
cavity. But she kept her mouth in place. When he had unloaded all he
had, he pulled away.
Through his ecstasy, Ken was aware of Lisa
tapping his thigh to get his attention. As he looked, she swished his
semen all about in her mouth, making it glow pink. He got to see the
shape of the inside of her mouth, kind of, though he didn't find it all
that sexy. Then she swallowed, and he saw the pink color head down her
throat, one little bolus and then another. The color disappeared just
as it got to her stomach, though. After a little research later, Ken
decided it was the stomach acid that quickly killed the sperm.
Ken's
panting had died down after another fantastic climax. He just lay
sprawled on the sofa dreamily. Lisa was playing with his semen as she
often did; he didn't pay much attention.
"Ken, look!" she said quietly.
He
focused his attention. Down between her legs, where the faint green
was, were two little surfaces of red, like the outside of a couple of
orange section peels. He had a hunch what he was looking at, but as he
wasn't sure he kept his comment general. "Cool!" he said.
"My
labia," she said. "I've never seen them before. I made sure not to get
any on the crack itself because it could make me pregnant if it swam in
there."
There was a half-inch-wide vertical gap between the two little curved sections.
"Wow," Ken said almost reverently. "You know, I can see the green better than I could before."
"I
think it's because of puberty," Lisa said. "I got my period two and a
half years ago, and saw more and more over the first year or so. You've
just had puberty, right? Like maybe you're still in the middle of it?
So you'll probably see more as time goes on."
"Would you mind if I, like, touched you there?" Ken asked shyly.
Ken
could hear Lisa smile. "I was hoping you'd want to pretty soon. But let
me clean this up -- I don't want you poking any of the spermies in the
wrong place."
Ken put himself back together. They were pretty
sure they wouldn't be discovered, but there was no point in having more
flesh exposed than necessary. When the red was gone from Lisa's private
parts Ken groped forward with his hand, locating Lisa's bare knees and
the hem of her dress. "Oh, wow," he said.
"You're easy to please!" Lisa teased.
"I've never felt a girl's legs at all," he said. "It's fantastic."
"I guess it must be!" Lisa said, lightly touching his jeans over his cock that had become rigid once more.
As he explored under the hem of her dress he came to some cloth.
"Your panties?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. "Pulled partway down."
He
fingered the silky cloth with interest, noting how it was different
from his own briefs. Then he worked his hand between the hem of her
dress and the front part of the panties' elastic band. The inside
crotch of her panties was a little damp, making him shiver with
excitement. He set out to explore the area above. Her warm, smooth
inner thighs lured him higher and higher until his hand touched soft
hair, then what he saw as the faint pale green of her labia.
"Wow," he said reverently, and Lisa giggled.
Finding
a girl's clitoris is not something boys can do by instinct, and
reliable navigation is an iffy proposition well into adulthood. Ken had
no problem, however. The green of her pleasure organ was still pale,
but it was brighter than anything around it.
"Not quite so hard!" Lisa said.
"Oh, sorry!" said Ken, and shied back.
"If you just rub nearby it feels good," Lisa said.
"Oh, OK." And guided by Lisa's gasps, he found a slow, gentle motion that she liked a lot.
"Oh, that feels so good!" she said.
Ken
was drawn to that other pale green part, the tube that ran up into her
body, so he took a break from clitoral massage to explore.
"Is it supposed to be all wet like that?" he asked.
"Yeah, at least a little."
"Why?"
"That's what it says online. I don't know if it's supposed to be that much, though."
"Oh -- it feels nice though," he said.
His
finger disappeared into the hot, wet space outlined in green. He went
in and out, but kept sliding in a little more each time, wanting to see
how deep he could go. Could he really get all the way back to where the
pale green stopped?
He inserted another finger and Lisa gave a sharp, "Ouch!"
"Oh, sorry, what happened?"
"I think you got my hymen."
"Oh, no!" Ken said, withdrawing his hand completely.
"It's
OK," she said. "It's not worth much, you know, it just gets in the way.
I didn't think there was any left. You can put your hand back."
Ken
needed no more encouragement. He soon had his middle and ring fingers
into his girl up to the hilt, hugged by the pale green tunnel. He could
press slightly on the sides of her vagina and see the ghostly shape
deform a little. His palm bumped against Lisa's clitoris every time his
fingers were all the way in.
"Oh, Ken!" moaned Lisa. "It feels great!" After a pause, "You know why it gets wet down there, don't you?"
"No, why?"
"It's so when I'm having sex -- that is when I have sex some day -- it helps the penis go in and out smoothly."
"It sure helps my fingers."
"Let me touch you again!" said Lisa, and Ken withdrew his hand long enough to free his cock once more.
Ken heard Lisa moving around, and then she said, "Lie beside me."
He
quickly discovered by feel that Lisa had stretched out full-length on
the couch, on her left side, pressed against the back of the sofa,
right leg raised in the air.
Ken lay on the sofa facing Lisa, trousers and briefs down to his knees, and she caressed his organ.
"Oh, man," he gasped.
Lisa had her dress up around her waist, and she pressed Ken's penis flat against the flesh of her lower stomach.
"Look
at that," Ken said. "Red tube, green tube." His penis glowed in faint
red while a few inches back, inside Lisa's body, her vaginal tube
glowed in faint green.
"It's so cool," Lisa said, humping her
pelvis against Ken's hand. "They're meant to go together," she
whispered. "Mine looks smaller, but I guess it stretches, right?"
"I guess. When I poke with my fingers it stretches," he said, demonstrating.
"Let's
put the tubes end-to-end," Lisa suggested, and within seconds Ken had
scooted down a little and poked his cock up between Lisa's legs. His
pale red tube with the rounded tip nuzzled right up against the opening
of Lisa's tube, end to end. His bright red balls lay below, and Lisa's
green ovaries lay off to the sides. The tissues connecting gonads to
tube in both of them showed faintly in their own color.
Instinctively
Ken pressed forward a little so the tube ends joined a little. He felt
an exciting hot wetness around his cock tip.
"I really want it in me," Lisa said. "As long as you don't spurt while you're inside I can't get pregnant, right?"
"I guess... So, you want me to press it in?" Ken asked, not quite believing.
"Yes!" hissed Lisa.
So
Ken pressed, and his penis started sliding right up inside Lisa's
vagina, millimeter by millimeter, the green tube stretching to
accommodate the red intrusion.
"Oh my God!" Ken said. "It feels fantastic! Does it hurt?"
"No. It feels full! I like it. Can you get any deeper?" Lisa asked.
Ken kept pressing and within a minute their pubic bones met to prevent any deeper intrusion.
They
lay like that a minute, marveling at the red tube so snugly inside the
green. But then Ken yielded to his instinct: he pulled out a little,
then slid back in all the way. He knew that if he gave in to all of his
instincts he would be flying in and out, fast and deep, and he'd have
an orgasm in seconds. But he knew he mustn't do that, so he kept to
calm strokes, in and out.
"Can you press as deep as you can when you go in?" Lisa asked. "That feels best."
Ken loved doing that, but it excited him further. "I'm not supposed to come inside, right?"
"Right! Don't come in me. But can you do it a little faster? It feels so great -- I think I might come."
"I'd love to," he said, speeding up a little. "But I won't be able to keep it up for long..."
"Just a little more, OK?"
"Lisa, I think I'd better..."
"Just a little more, OK? Faster!"
She
was begging for it, and he wanted it. There was that other priority,
but it didn't seem very important somehow. He grabbed her hips and
pressed decisively to the hilt before drawing out two inches and
pressing in again deep. And then he did the same thing faster and
faster, harder and harder.
"Oh my god, Oh, Ken!" hissed Lisa.
Ecstasy
fogged Ken's brain and he felt his cock twitching. Peering down, he saw
the base of his pale red cock fill with a narrow line of bright red,
then saw it surge just as his cock jammed in as deep as it would go. A
blob of bright red formed within the upper part of Lisa's pale green
tube. Again and again the narrow tube in his cock filled before his
muscles squeezed to empty it right into Lisa's innards. The pool of red
deep inside Lisa grew with each pulse. He really ought to say
something, but he didn't want to spoil the moment.
Lisa clutched
him, breathing heavily. "That was fantastic! I came!" Then after a
minute she looked down and said, "Hey! You came in me!"
"I know," Ken moaned. "I couldn't help it. You kept wanting faster and deeper."
"Can't you just hold it, like when you have to pee?"
"No, it doesn't work like that!"
"So, what if I'm pregnant?" moaned Lisa.
The
red tube deflated a little as the blood drained from Ken's cock. But
Lisa's green tube shrank with it, keeping in perfect contact.
"I
don't know," said Ken dumbly. He had just been to heaven, he decided.
He had just gone all the way with the girl he loved. The physical
sensations were pretty much the same as when he came in Lisa's mouth or
her hand, but this was profoundly satisfying in a way that the others
were not.
He pulled back, and with eyes focused on the reddish
tube, he saw it slide out of the greenish one. His shrunken cock
flopped down against his thigh, a trace of brighter red still visible
in its inner tube -- in fact all of his ductwork showed brighter red
than usual as it still contained lively sperm. His testicles were
bright red beacons, as usual. Looking at his own lower parts, there was
no trace of green.
Lisa, on the other hand, had not returned to
her uniform greenness. The upper, inner part of her faint green tube
swirled with a mass of bright red, which also trailed out down through
her lower vagina and seeped onto her left thigh.
"My period ended not so long ago, and it began... seven days ago."
"What does that mean?"
"I'm
not sure; I'll have to look it up. But there's not anything we can do
about it now. That was fantastic!" she said and squeezed him. "And you
know," she said, looking down, "It's really, really sexy to see your
sperm swimming inside me."
"I know that shooting it up in there was the best feeling I've ever had in my life," said Ken.
Lisa paused, then spoke with a softer tone. "I love you, Ken."
"I love you too."
They lay intertwined for some time, lost in that quiet ecstasy first lovers get after losing their virginity together.
The
13-year-old boy and 13-year-old girl independently scoured the web for
all the information they could get on whether Lisa might get pregnant
and what if anything they could do about it.
He dropped by her room that night when her roommate was out.
"I shouldn't be pregnant unless I was going to have a 21-day cycle, and the shortest I've had in the past year was 26 days."
"You keep track?"
"Yeah, you're supposed to."
"Huh. Do all the girls?"
"Probably not. I'm kind of nerdy you know -- organized and terribly responsible and all."
"Yeah, I know. I love that about you." Then his tone got quieter. "But I guess we weren't so responsible."
"No, we were stupid."
After
a brief pause, Ken said, "I had another thought. If you're going to get
pregnant, the sperm has to swim up inside you, right? Shouldn't we see
that as red up in your uterus?"
Lisa peered. "I can't see anything, but you could get your head a lot closer."
"Sure..."
As Lisa leaned back in her desk chair, Ken knelt on the floor and
draped himself across her lap, chin between her thighs and face pressed
against her lower stomach.
"I don't see anything," he said.
"Do you see my uterus?"
"Yeah,
and the cervix too. But there's no red anywhere in it -- I mean the
cervix is dripping with the stuff, but there's no red inside at all."
"Quick -- someone's coming!" said Lisa.
Ken quickly backed away and sat on the floor.
"What do we have here?" asked Mrs. Olafson.
"Oh,
hello. We read about teens lounging around the floor, so we wanted to
see what it was like," said Ken. "I don't really see the point." He got
up in a hurry as he spoke.
"I see," said the teacher, sounding a little skeptical.
Within
a day of their impulsive first sex, the red in Lisa's vagina had faded
to almost nothing. They restrained themselves to some fully dressed
making out for a couple days, then decided they could go back to
fondling each other with their hands. Lisa never came that way, but she
said it felt really good.
Although the pregnancy scare faded,
they were both more alert to subtle variations in the ghostly colors
they saw in Lisa's innards. They thought they saw her ovaries getting a
brighter shade of green as the days went by, though they weren't
totally certain.
Eight days after their bout of sex, Lisa found
Ken in the corridor and whispered, "You have to take a look at this.
What do you see when you look down below?"
Ken looked as best he thought he could without attracting attention. "Nothing unusual," he said.
"Look closer when we get the chance. You won't believe it -- if I'm seeing what I think."
Upstairs
in the lounge, Ken eagerly pressed his face to Lisa's lower stomach.
There was a tiny but bright green spot halfway down the tube leading
from Lisa's right ovary to her uterus -- her Fallopian tube.
"You see it?"
"Yes. Is that -- your egg?"
"I think so."
"Wow."
It
had faded by the next morning. They also discovered that Lisa's ovaries
got noticeably dimmer when she had her period. Although they knew that
her period blood was red, they saw not the slightest trace of that
color. Period blood was invisible to them, like almost everything else,
but it flowed through structures they saw as green.
Mrs. Olafson showed up in school with a pussy-full of sperm about every other day.
Ken
often had his gaze focused intently between her legs, as he had little
else to look at. Female parts were just always worth looking at,
somehow, and it was more polite to face the teacher than turn his head
to the sides to study the private parts of the girls in the class. As
he looked at the teacher's pelvis, he thought he saw a third spot of
bright green, although tiny, just to the inside of one of her plainly
visible green ovaries. She had red in her vagina, as usual, and a
little streak headed up her uterus. As he looked, the green dot
suddenly turned white! Still tiny, but an unmistakable white dot.
Hurriedly he typed a message in the chat window he had open with Lisa.
"LOOK LOOK LOOK!"
He
heard the faint whisper in her earphones as her software read the
message to her in its weird intonation: "ken says look look look."
She gave an audible gasp.
Without
being too obvious, they found reasons to be close to Mrs. Olafson over
the rest of that day and thought they could see the white dot moving
towards her centerline and then downward. The next morning they thought
they could see a dimmer whitish spot down in her uterus, but it was no
longer visible by the end of the day. Four months later Mrs. Olafson
announced her maternity leave. When they got the news of the birth,
they counted backwards and confirmed that they had seen the start of
her pregnancy. Ken had actually witnessed the instant of fertilization.
They
watched the ovaries of the other big girls cycle between bright and
dull green, and occasionally saw a bright green egg. Big boys were
always visible. Several of the boys obviously jerked off and didn't do
such a great job of cleaning up. Their stomachs or pubic hair or hands
were often coated with dim red. One night Ken was turned towards the
wall and got an excellent view of Jeff in the room next door jerking
off. He couldn't see the boy himself, of course, but he saw the
rhythmic motion of the balls as he thrust his hips, the back and forth
motion of the pale red penis, and then the flood of red as his semen
spurted forth.
"Have you noticed that Mr. O'Hara gets a hard-on in class?" asked Lisa.
"No, he does?"
"Yeah. And I think he's actually stroking himself when he's sitting there behind his desk."
"Really?"
"When we're taking quizzes and stuff. You watch tomorrow during the exam. Sit in the front row with me."
Ken
kept glancing at the teacher, and there was no doubt that he had an
erection. He thought he could see the teacher's cock moving
rhythmically, as if he were stroking it. But he did have to concentrate
on the test too. He almost missed it: Red erupted through his cock as
the teacher ejaculated right in class. How did he dare? Some of the
kids could see a little with "normal" vision. On the other hand, they
were still all seriously impaired and he was shielded by his desk.
Upstairs that afternoon, Lisa was almost in hysterics.
"Did you see? Did you see him shoot off right in class?"
"Yeah, I did. It's kind of gross."
"I did it, you know. I made him do it!"
"What? How?"
"I
gave him a clear sight line right up between my legs, over and over. I
kept opening them more and more, and kind of jiggling my leg
rhythmically. Then I pretended to give a big yawn and stretch, opened
my legs wide and thrust my pelvis up -- and I bet he saw that I'm
wearing the panties with the big hole in them. That's when he spurted
and made that giant mess! I can't believe it!" And she laughed again.
"Wasn't that fun?"
"I don't know, Lisa," said Ken, feeling a little hot with anger. "That's not nice to him."
"But he's such a perv! Jacking off in class! And looking at his 13-year-old student."
"Don't do it any more, OK?"
"Why not?"
"You're my girlfriend, right? Why go doing a strip-tease for another guy? And a teacher, no less! I don't like it!"
"Are you jealous? I don't have the hots for him at all, if that's what you're worried about."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that much! But I still don't like it. What if he starts getting weird with you, like touching?"
"He wouldn't do that..."
"Why not? If he's such a perv..."
"He'd lose his job!"
"Only if you told somebody."
"You're being silly."
Ken was silent, and pushed Lisa away when she tried to snuggle up to him.
"How would you like it if I whipped out my dick so Mrs. Olafson could see it? Nice and long and hard?"
"You wouldn't do that."
"Maybe I will some day." And with that Ken left.
But he agreed to Lisa's request to meet upstairs the next day.
"I'm sorry, Ken. I guess it wasn't very smart of me."
"No, it wasn't."
More silence.
"Will you forgive me?"
It took Ken a moment to get up the nerve to say what he wanted. "Let me fuck you."
"Ken!"
"Well, why not? We've done it once. Your egg disappeared a couple days ago; we both saw it."
"Well, it's tempting. But why call it 'fucking'?"
"Because I'm mad at you, and you owe me one. So I want to fuck you. Then later we can make love as much as you want."
Lisa was silent a moment. "OK, then we'll be even?"
"You'll never show off your panties and your pussy to other guys again?"
"No, I promise."
"OK, then we'll be even."
"Let me warm up a little here..."
"Fine, then take all your clothes off."
Ken
heard the swishing of cloth. He took his own pants and undershorts off
completely so he could move his legs any way he wanted, but he kept his
shirt on.
"OK, Ken," said Lisa softly.
Ken felt and found
Lisa naked on the sofa, on her back. He groped and pinched her breasts
without tenderness, then quickly oriented himself to her pussy between
her wide open legs, reddish pole end-to-end with greenish tube. He
started pushing. She was moist but not wet, but no less alluring for
that. He pressed in fast and hard, deep and rude. Lisa squeaked once
but said nothing. He then began quick fucking stabs, punctuating each
with a little growl. Twenty seconds after he penetrated her he felt his
orgasm beginning, and plastered his girl's innards with his sperm. He
looked down to see the mass of red erupting inside her pussy, then
withdrew. That felt good! He got dressed again, and heard her dressing
too.
He had been thinking of just leaving, but orgasm dulled his
anger. She hadn't done anything all that bad, and she had made it clear
he was the only one who could poke and spurt in her pussy. He really
liked Lisa a lot.
"Sorry," he mumbled, sitting and then sprawling back on the sofa.
Lisa snuggled against him gently. "That was really pretty hot, you know?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, really! But only for now and then. Not all the time."
They began kissing, both responding passionately, and his cock regained its hardness.
"Now I fuck you!" said Lisa.
"OK!" said Ken. He wasn't sure quite what she meant, but he was pretty sure he was going to be in favor.
He
shed his pants and underpants quickly, hearing Lisa rustling around
too. Then, to his delight, Lisa pushed him onto his back and she felt
her pussy quickly and decisively surround his cock with its alluring
heat and warmth. The green tube sheathed the red one.
"You've still got your dress on," Ken said.
"Yeah, but I took my panties off. That's all I need," she said with an evil giggle.
She
began a vigorous fuck, showing that she could jam their genitals
together with as much enthusiasm as he could. After fifteen minutes she
gasped with orgasm and he responded by spurting more red into her pussy.
Lisa
kept her legs primly together during class, at least as far as Ken
could tell. He could at least verify that Mr. O'Hara didn't jerk off
during class. Lisa reported that he had let his arm linger about her
shoulder a bit longer than it should, and left it there when she
stiffened. She had to actively pull away before he took the hint. She
duly admitted that Ken had been right about where her display might
lead.
With a careful eye on the color of Lisa's ovaries, they
engaged in full-blown intercourse for about half the month, abstaining
when the ovaries started glowing brighter green, resuming after they
saw the green egg fade -- or when her ovaries dimmed again, since she
didn't produce an egg every month at her age. Then they abstained again
during the heavy flow days of her period.
She came most of the
time when she was on top, but was disappointed that she could hardly
ever manage it when Ken mounted her. Either way, he always flashed
streaks of crimson deep into her pussy where they pooled. They both
agreed that was one of the nicest sights in the world -- though they
had a very limited set of visual experiences to compare it against.
When
they went home for Thanksgiving, they stayed in touch by Skype when
they could, gchat when their parents asked who they were talking to so
much. The school didn't let them have cell phones, and they were used
to doing without.
When they both got back they resumed their
afternoon sessions in the upstairs lounge. Their lust drove them to sex
each day as soon as they met, but after their need was satisfied they
lounged together, speaking of everything and anything: dreams for the
future, the other kids and teachers, things they studied in class, and
of course what it had been like to become blind and then get used to
it. Although they were largely at peace with their condition, each of
them got in touch now and then with rage. Rage was a natural
accompaniment to the limitations blindness imposed on them.
Along
with the various consolations most blind people come up with, they
marveled at the one that was theirs alone: their "sexual sight" that
let them see such intimate aspects of other people's lives. They
wondered if their gift had come to them as an accident or if it was the
result of some quality they shared -- an unnaturally strong sex drive,
perhaps.
Lisa and Ken had a long separation over Christmas that was hard on both of them.
When
they were able to meet in their upstairs lounge, they couldn't keep
their hands off each other. He exposed his cock and it got very hard
after Lisa's caresses. He eagerly rubbed away at her girly parts,
trying to be gentle but finding it difficult because he was so excited.
She moaned and gasped with pleasure as usual.
Then came the moment of decision.
"You think we can do it?" asked Ken. "Your ovaries aren't really very green yet."
"They look pretty green to me."
"OK," he said, trying to hide his disappointment.
He
knew what would then follow. She would engulf him in her mouth, which
would feel fantastic, and then she would finish him off with a hand
job. He had too much red to keep inside and had to rocket it forth into
the world -- and chose to do so whenever Lisa would help him.
That's when Lisa pulled her surprise, handing him a square foil packet.
"Open it."
"How?"
"You tear the metal foil, but just at the end."
Inside was a plastic ring, with a damp film in the middle that Ken found mildly repulsive.
"What is it?"
"A condom!"
"Oh!"
Suddenly it seemed a lot less repulsive. "How'd you manage that? You
didn't go into the drugstore and just ask for them did you?"
"No,
I went to my new doctor for a new patient appointment. I was really
nervous about it, but I said I was thinking of becoming sexually
active."
"Thinking about it?"
"Well, I didn't want to
sound irresponsible. Dr. Stein said gently that she really didn't
recommend it, but if there was any chance I thought I'd actually do it,
we ought to discuss birth control. She suggested condoms, and gave me
48 of them! I practiced with two unrolling them on my fingers and think
I've got the hang out of it."
After a little more kissing, she
easily unrolled the condom onto his cock and he pressed in. Although it
didn't feel as nice as sliding his reddish parts directly against her
green, it felt very good.
"Oh, Lisa, I don't think I can hold off much," he said. "It's been so long!"
"That's fine, sweetie -- just go for it!"
"Oh, shit, oh Lisa!" he moaned.
They
were both looking down when he came, watching the crimson streak the
length of his cock over and over again. More came out than usual -- Ken
had resisted the temptation to jerk off for an entire week. However,
the semen behaved a little differently. Instead of joyfully filling
Lisa's pussy, it bunched all around his cock tip, moving in and out
with it as he continued to thrust back and forth. It also turned dull
red almost at once, which Lisa explained might be because of the
spermicide the condom was lubricated with.
They finished the act
by the book. Once he was fully satisfied, he gripped the condom firmly
at the base and withdrew. After he peeled it off, they both looked in
wonder at the little blob of dull red swinging back and forth as the
condom hung down in his hand.
They did it the next day, and the
day after that they saw Lisa's egg in her Fallopian tube. This time
they didn't need to abstain, and remarked to each other how exciting it
was to go for it.
Ken mounted his girl, and felt harder than
ever as his plastic-sheathed reddish tool drove in and out of Lisa's
greenish "inner tube", which gripped him firmly, parting as he drove it
open, but narrowing again whenever his penis drew back. That
re-narrowing was one of her body's ways of urging him on to orgasm. Her
flesh rubbed deliciously against his tip as he pushed it out of the way
each time. Plastic film separated the actual layers of skin, of course,
but the sensation got through.
He held out for a good long
while, relishing the sensations. Lisa begged him to hold off a little
longer if he could, because she was almost to the orgasm she had so
rarely in this position. Almost, almost... Then she yelped and gasped,
her pussy clamping down on his cock as never before. Ken was driven to
a frenzy of almost violent strokes as he stabbed in and out. Bright red
testicles, bright green ovaries and egg, just a few inches apart.
The
pleasure was fantastic and it suddenly ratcheted up another level as
the sensations suddenly got even better on his penis tip. A small part
of his mind wondered how it was possible.
He reveled in the ecstasy, shooting rhythmic spurts of crimson into Lisa's pale green.
But it didn't stay next to his penis -- it flooded Lisa's upper pussy!
"Uh-oh," he panted, as the reason for the wonderful sensations hit him. "I think the condom broke."
"What? Oh no... pull out, pull out!" Lisa urged.
He did, at once, but of course his glowing reddish mass stayed behind.
"Oh, no! What do I do?" Lisa moaned. "Let me try to pull it out."
Ken
could see that Lisa had squatted on the floor and from the bulging
distortions of her green tube could tell her finger was up inside,
pulling as much red out as she could. It plopped out onto the tissues
she had hastily spread underneath her.
Her finger wasn't long enough to reach the highest part of her vagina, however.
"Your finger's longer -- you try!" she urged.
His
finger was a little longer, and he felt her cervix as he dutifully
pulled out as much as he could. But he couldn't get all of it. He bent
down to look more closely.
"Oh, no," he groaned. "See the other streak?"
"Oh, shit!" said Lisa, as the fine reddish line started up her cervix into her uterus.
"Go away! Go away!" she moaned to it, wiggling about, shaking her pelvis all different directions.
But
it was no use. The line crept upward. With his face pressed to Lisa's
stomach Ken could see it move. They took a minute to get dressed in
case someone came along, but he went right back to looking.
Lisa had him draw back a little so the deep purple of his head didn't block her view.
"No,
no, don't do it!" she whispered to thousands of wriggling cells that
couldn't hear her and would have paid her no heed if they could.
The line of red split at the top of her uterus, but the line going towards her egg was considerably brighter than the other.
Ken
watched the gap between the end of the red line and the green egg grow
shorter -- an inch, half an inch, three millimeters -- his mind
switched to the metric system for some reason -- two, one, and then
they met.
Ken held his breath and crossed his fingers, but five seconds after red met green, they both saw the flash of intense white.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" hissed Lisa, then sighed.
They hugged.
"What do I do now?" Lisa asked.
"We need to get you a morning after pill."
"What?"
"You don't know about it? You know more about this stuff than I do."
"Maybe, but I don't know about that. Tell me."
"I looked it up when we were worried last time, but it wasn't needed."
"Tell me!" she urged again. "Now!"
"It keeps the white dot from settling into your uterus."
"Oh," said Lisa quietly. "Kind of like an abortion?"
"No, it's not an abortion," said Ken. "That's just a cell at the moment."
"But it could be a baby. I wonder if it's a boy or a girl?"
"It's
only a baby if we let it become a baby. When couples go for fertility
treatment, they make dozens of these things in a test tube and try to
get one to stick, then throw the rest away."
"Oh," said Lisa, a little relieved. "How long do we have?"
"About 24 hours, I think."
"How do I get one?"
"Hmmm," said Ken.
"I know," said Lisa with a sigh. "I tell them I'm having pain in my female parts and need to go to the emergency room."
"I guess."
"How did it happen? Why did the condom break?"
"I
don't know. I was just thrusting away as usual. It felt fantastic. Then
you squeezed really hard and I wanted to push in even harder and
deeper. That's all."
"It felt fantastic," said Lisa and squeezed
him with her arms. After a little silence, with both of them looking at
the white dot inside Lisa's pelvis, she said, "We could make a baby if
we wanted. We're grown up enough to do that..."
"Yeah, we could. You want to have my baby some day?"
"Oh, that sounds wonderful!" she said with enthusiasm, then deflated as she added, "But not now."
"Right. And that's not a baby."
In
such a situation things are never equal and fair. Ken faded into the
background while Lisa had to step up to do what needed doing. He
couldn't accompany her at all without inviting uncomfortable questions.
There were very few circumstances where a teenage girl would bring a
boy along when she discussed her gynecological problems.
She
came back at 11 that evening and couldn't come see Ken without arousing
suspicion. But he was lying with his laptop, earplug in, trying to
sleep but not succeeding. His heart raced when he heard the chime. The
computerized voice with its weird intonation pattern said, "Everything
went fine. No relapse possible for a few weeks. See you tomorrow?"
Never
sure if their communications were being monitored, they were careful
not to allude to their illicit activities in text. By a relapse she
meant another pregnancy, and indeed she only produced one egg a month.
And if she saw fit to mention the relapse, he had a pretty good idea
what she was hoping to do the next day.