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The hand holding was of guidance, not intimacy. In truth, he enjoyed being her eyes, helping her in the day-to-day. He was patient, didn't demand much, and listened to her.
She held the keys out to him next, and he unlocked the door and guided her inside. The area was familiar to her now, having grown up in it. She could navigate the entire house without much issue. She removed her coat and scarf, hanging each on a hook near the door. He thocked the light switch on, and it made her grin, just like the last 5000 times.
Shortly after they had started living together, she came home early. Being completely blind, she did not turn on the lights; the thought hadn't even crossed her mind, in fact. He assumed she was away, and when he came home.... She had never heard him scream that loud before.
The pace at which they had gone from school friends to roommates was staggering. Before they knew it, she was living in his house and attending school full-time, pursuing a PHD in German.
"Any thoughts on dinner?" He asked, sitting down on the couch. She sat on the other end of the large L-shaped sectional.
"I vote for fast food." She said. "It has been a while."
"Burger?"
"Burger!"
"Well, a burger it is then." He smiled. "What movie was it that you wanted?" He asked, already having forgotten. His ability to recall names of both things and people wasn't stellar, but she found it charming, somehow.
"Baby driver." She reminded him as he opened DoorDash.
"Good movie." He nodded as he waited for the app to load. "What burger?"
With the food ordered and the movie playing, he found his eyes drifting to her. The question he had was threatening to burn his tongue off. She looked so blissful, as she usually did, her eyes closed, listening intently to the movie. The previous Christmas, she had one gift request: a high-end sound system for the 70-inch 4k flatscreen, which he had fulfilled.
"Adam." She spoke up.
"Yes?" He lowered the TV's volume.
"I like you." She said simply, and the pause he gave made her heart drop into her stomach.
"I like you too." He said.
"Really?"
"Yes." He took a slow, easy breath, his chest hammering with anticipation now.
"Come here." She surprised him by saying.
"Why?" He asked while he moved, sitting next to her on the couch.
"I have never properly seen you." She said softly, and he was surprised to feel her hands on either side of his face.
"Oh, I see." He said. Surprisingly, she started with his ears, tracing their shape with the tips of her fingers.
"I don't." She giggled, laughing at one of her favorite jokes. He suppressed the urge to sigh, but grinned nonetheless as she played with his ponytail.
"I felt that." She said softly, and it suddenly struck him how close she was to him, and just how beautiful she was.
"You have a big nose." She said, booping it to add emphasis. "I have always wanted to do that to someone." She said, her tone matching her touch, tracing his jawline with a gentle fingertip. "You are a very handsome man, Adam."
"You're very pretty yourself." He told her.
"I should've put my grubby nubbies on your face before." She mused.
"Don't call them that." He said quickly, his usual dry-humored tone mirroring the smile on his face.
She laughed with him for a moment, then turned serious.
"Do you want to touch me?" She asked with a particular emphasis, turning her head to the side a little bit.
"Yes." He nodded, and to his surprise, she picked up his hands and put them on her chest.
"Anna!" He exclaimed happily, and they laughed again. A knock at the door quickly interrupted them, however.
"Ah, yes, I had forgotten," Anna said with a playful lilt.
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A small fortune in overpriced DoorDash later, they were sitting on the couch again, cuddling now.
"Tell me something, Adam." She said while tying her hair up.
"Yes?" He asked, watching her wrangle her shoulder-length black mass.
"What color is my bra?" She asked, and the peculiarity of the question gave him pause just long enough for her to undo two of her shirt buttons before he noticed what she was doing. Her shirt was soon open, and he was once more awestruck with her beauty.
"Oh, it's tan, sort of the same color as your skin." She nodded at that, removing her shirt completely.
"And my shirt?" She asked.
"Blue." He replied instantly. It struck him then that she had absolutely no concept of color. She had been blind since birth, and it made his mind race with a bunch of questions.
"How do you understand colors?" He asked simply.
"I have been told that tan is like sand, brown is dirt, blue is water, red is fire." She shrugged, remembering where she was sitting during her childhood when all that was explained to her. "What color is this room?" She asked suddenly.
"Walls are gray, ceiling is white, floor is dark-stained wood." He replied.
"And your hair?" She asked, playing with his ponytail once more.
"Auburn." He said, watching her eyebrows knit together.
"Oh, what color is that?" She asked, and his mind searched for an explanation.
"It's like a reddish brown, like a coffee and wine mix." He said, playing with a little threadbare portion of the couch armrest he was resting against.
"That's a really bad combo." She said deadpan, then laughed with him.
"How did you turn out so goofy!" He said, poking her sides and making her yelp.
"I'm ticklish!" She giggled in his face, her hands searching for his wrists, managing to grab his right, then press it to his chest. He played keep away with his other hand, but she traced it from his shoulder and eventually had both in her grasp, which gave him a peculiar feeling.
"Cat's out of the bag now." He teased. "I am too." He added, feeling a rush in his chest, the way she was restraining him was exhilarating. She ended up straddling his stomach in the tussle, and that added to his excitement.
She let go of his wrists and undid her bra strap in a single smooth motion, casting it aside onto the floor. She had breasts that were on the smaller side of medium, perfectly proportional to her significantly larger-than-average 5'10'' and ~150lb frame.
While his jaw was slack, she grabbed one of his hands and put it to her breast, rocking back on her butt, squishing his erection a little in the process. She could feel him; he knew.
"I have often wondered what color my nipples are." She said, the little rumble of her vocal cords against his hand was intoxicating. He'd never been so close to her, and to be underneath her was well beyond his furthest imagination.
"Pink, light pink." He said, lifting his eyes to her face, which was half listening and half grinning. "Same color as your lips." He said. Without hesitation, she stooped and kissed him. Her aim was a little off, but he reeled her in. Her kiss was sloppy, but he liked that.
"You taste like Dr. Pepper." She said.
"You taste like Pepsi." He said, and she booped his nose again.
"That was your nose, right?"
"Yeah, how'd you do that?" He was astounded at her accuracy.
"Not sure." She said, then pursed her lips, thinking.
"Can I give you a handjob?" She asked.
"Yeah..." He said a little meekly, his face hotter than it had ever been in her presence.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing, just embarrassed, is all." He replied to her. She had an expression of relief, then a thinking one.
"Where is my purse?" She asked, her hands resting on his chest, and finding his nipples. She rubbed them with her fingertips idly while he searched around the room with his eyes. The tingly sensation was a little distracting, but he quickly found the white handbag, near a leg of the coffee table.
"On the floor next to the coffee table." He told her.
"Can you reach it?" She asked, her tone teasing as she kept playing with his nipples. He extended an arm and managed to snag the lip around the zipper with his fingertip, and knock it over to be grabbed by the shoulder sling.
"I take it you like these?" He asked, presenting the purse to her, placing it against her stomach, sort of tangling her arms.
"I do, and I like this too much to stop." She smiled, then sighed, taking her purse and opening it.
"You got lube?" He said, seeing the bottle in her hands.
"Yes, and it took like twenty god damn minutes for me to find the Amazon package it came in on the porch." She huffed.
"And you couldn't tell me before because I'd wonder what you ordered." He thought aloud, and she nodded.
"Yes, and I could not risk your smarts ruining this surprise." She said, placing the lube on the coffee table. She didn't quite get it all the way atop the table, and it tumbled off, hitting the floor.
"Oops." She said flatly, and he snaked an arm under the couch to retrieve it, then placed it on the table properly.
"Remember that reindeer coffee mug you got me last year for Christmas?" She frowned.
"I do." He asserted.
"Same fate." She nodded solemnly.
"That thing had it coming; that thing was a bitch to wash." She undid his belt while he complained.
"We are going to need a towel." He told her. "Bath towel." He amended.
"Oh yeah, for the.... Yeah." She said, and stood, and almost went ass over teakettle because she found her bra with her foot, and went ice skating for several inches before slamming her toes into the corner of the coffee table, and groaning in pain.
"Are you alright?" He asked, and to add insult to injury, the lube bottle rolled off the table and onto the floor once more, rolling back under the couch.
"Yeah," she said, finding the floor with her rump and feeling her tortured toes. They weren't broken, at least. "Just get naked, and I'll be back with a towel lickity split." She said, laughing at herself.
She licked her lips, hearing his undone belt clink as she walked to the bathroom for the towel.
"Hey." She said, returning with it in hand.
"Hey." He parroted as she placed the folded mass of fabric on the couch and removed her pants, stepping out of her underwear as well.
"What color are these lips?" She asked, making sure to kick her clothes further away this time, hearing them whisper as they slid across the floor. She was a little off kilter to his eyes, and he could only really see her mound.
"You're gonna need to turn a little." He said, and she scrunched her eyebrows together, then reached out and oriented herself with the front of the couch, and turned towards him properly, bending her knees to slightly spread her legs.
"Slightly darker than your nipples, but still pink." He said to her. Truthfully, he found the folds of her prominent inner labia beautiful, her clitoris front and center to it, plump beneath its hood.
She was a little apprehensive as she stepped forward and got back on the couch, ending up sort of criss-crossed between his legs. She had to hunt around behind her for the towel, but draped it across her crossed legs, and underneath his butt a little. One of his legs was bent at the knee and draping off the couch, but it would work for what she had in mind.
"Adam, I'd like to ask something of you." She said, her hands on his thighs. This was something she'd said to him many times, but never with that particular tone.
"Yes?" He asked, shifting a bit and grabbing a pillow off the back of the couch, propping his head up against the armrest with it.
"I have thought a great deal about doing this, and I would like you to sit there and let me do my thing." She said.
"Okay." He nodded, not quite certain where this was going.
"I want to keep going after you cum, but if that's too much, just let me know." She said. This sounded like a dream come true to him. There was no way she could've known, right? Did she somehow find out what porn he watched? Or the stories he'd read?
"I've always wanted that." He surprised himself by admitting so freely; his heart stuttering a little as he said it. To have that nearly unbearable sensation done to him, one that brought about so much pleasure, mental and otherwise. He'd only ever done it to himself, and usually stopped short of what he truly wanted.
"Really now?" She asked, reaching over to the coffee table and hunting for the forever runaway bottle of lube. She had a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her face. The cues she'd seen for ages now, the little ones where he bent to her will a little bit, let her make the decisions. She saw it truly now, they weren't just him catering to her disability, or him helping her.
"Yeah." He said, putting the bottle in her hand. His meek tone of voice laid it plain.
"Thank you." She said, pressing the top, opening the spout, then pausing, seemingly lost in thought. "It feels odd to want to do something so intense for our first time." She said, feeling as if she'd let herself down. She had no idea where the sense of apprehension had come from, but she was feeling it now.
"Oh, well, I'm okay with it." He reassured her, a small laugh touching the statement.
"Okay." She said softly, taking a deep breath as she squeezed out a dollop of the cool slick liquid. An odd smell filled the air, and she scrunched her eyebrows, lifting her hands to sniff.
"Can you tell me what scent this lube is supposed to be?" She asked, slicking his member with it, eliciting a small squirm as she played her fingers across the most sensitive part of him. He felt rather large, though she had very little sample size to go off of. He was for sure over six inches, and quite girthy.
"Uhhh, a premium paraben and glycerin-free water and natural plant cellulose formula..." His voice trailed off, reading from the bottle that was now in his hands. "It does not say." He frowned, stifling a gasp as she rubbed the palm of her hand into the top of his glans. His head was slightly larger than his shaft, hot, and throbbing with excitement. The texture was addictive to touch, so smooth, with the rolled edge of his crown somehow stiffer than the rest of him.
"Almost smells like a syrup you would add to coffee." She rubbed the slit of his urethra up and down with her pointer finger. She'd been playing with his frenulum before, but that part of his anatomy didn't seem to be very sensitive. "The way they make it compared to corn syrup is probably pretty similar..." She thought aloud, switching to a twisting stroke, keeping most of her attention on the head of his cock.
"Haaa fuck." He breathed, his abs tightening a little bit, the unconscious twitch shifting the couch cushion beneath her a bit.
"Mmm, I like that." She grinned widely; she didn't expect him to be so vocal, and the surprise was a nice one. "Give me more." She said, circling her palm on his head, quite firmly now.
He inhaled and exhaled sharply, "That's a lot." He squirmed a little more.
"That's the point." Her tone was full of emphasis, easing off of him and returning to regular stroking, ensuring his sensitivity would not fade, and he would not become numb to the intense sensation. After his climax, she wouldn't have to worry about that.
"I can cum from this, but -oh!- I don't think I can when you focus on my -haaaaa- tip like this." The way she was breaking up his speech cadence with the firm circles of her palm was exquisite, teasing him with the intensity, then switching right back to the twisting stroking motion, giving him the buildup to the inevitable. She could feel it within him, the way he throbbed in her hands, his staccato breathing, and little leg twitches.
"I'm pretty close." By the way his voice sounded, he was speaking through nearly clenched teeth, her palm bearing down on his head.
"No sense in warning me, won't change much about what I'm doing to you." She said. She would love to relentlessly torment his head after his climax, but she had an inclination that it was going to make him tap out far too fast, judging by his current reactions. She wanted to make this last as long as possible, draw out his pleasure, and listen to the sounds he made for quite a while after.
"Go ahead now, it's okay." She said, giving him nothing but the twisting strokes, the ones which would push him right over the edge. Sure enough, several ragged breaths later, and his entire body tensing up, she felt the first spurt hit her chest.
That was her cue to start palming his head again, just like she did before, just a little more forceful now, and her pace a little quicker. She could feel the product of her work start to coat her hands, the bit that hit her dripping down her right breast, near her sternum.
"Ohmygodohmygod" he squeaked, convulsing under her touch as the most intense climax he'd ever experienced ripped through him, curling his toes and being almost unable to breathe for several seconds before she ebbed her pace.
"Good boy!" She beamed, stroking his head, the sticky mess coating her hands serving as only more lube for her fun. The little twisty strokes she was doing with her right hand made the whole couch rock with his reactions, something she giggled at now.
"Oh my, I could do this for hours." She said, pressing both of her thumbs into the top of his glans and kneading it outwards before rubbing them up and down.
"Gaaahhhh fuck." His voice had more strength to it now, as he was apparently able to breathe properly. She'd thought he would pass out with how he was hyperventilating before. Now that he'd calmed down a bit and seemed more acclimated to the head play, she palmed him again, just a few seconds, enough for him to squirm a little and make some cute groans before she switched back to the twisting strokes.
"I'm afraid our lube is drying up." She said. She was certain he would be up to more, but he wasn't quite thrashing how she wanted him to. For that, she'd need to wait and milk another one out of him, then truly be merciless.
"Later, I will give you another, and make it worse." She said, going back to palming now, but gentler and slower, ebbing her pace till she was giving him a constant sensation of harsh ecstasy. "Would you like that?" She asked.
"Yeah." The single-word reply was all he had energy to say, or brain power to come up with as she took her hands off of him.
"Good." She giggled. "Now clean your jizz off my tits."
