Eighteen Months Read online

  “You really want to sleep on the couch?” I asked.

  “No, not really.”

  I was feeling bold. “Then what do you want to do?”

  “Honestly?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “I wanna sleep with you.” She said it in a deep voice, then chuckled.

  “As in go to sleep in my bed?”

  She didn’t even hesitate before saying, “No Alie. I’ve been watching you dance as sexy as anyone I’ve ever seen for the past three hours. I am sopping wet. If I don’t cum soon, I’m likely to jump out of a high window.”

  “This is a one-story house. There are no high windows.” I said.

  “I know. So I want to get into your bed and fuck you. Now.”

  She grabbed my hand, actually put it on her arm above the elbow, and led me into my bedroom. I could feel the foot of the bed against my legs when she spun me around to face her. I knew I was facing her because her lips met mine in a direct, moist kiss complete with probing tongue, one arm around me, and the other on my little right breast. She smelled sweetly of whiskey and lilies-of-the-valley. The latter surprised me.

  The kiss was good. It was very good. My arms went around her neck and I leaned into the kiss.

  I didn’t know what to say. I wanted more. This was all new territory for me. The booze had gone to my head, but so had Rina. I was intensely drawn to her at that moment.

  “You smell good,” is what I said.

  “Muguet by Guerlain, Saks Fifth Avenue, downtown. I thought it was right for you. That’s why I wore it.”

  She kissed me again. My tongue went into her mouth this time and we bonded with our lips.

  I was kissing a woman, and I was loving every sweet moment of it. What was going on here?

  I pulled back long enough to say, “So, you’re planning to fuck this blind girl?”

  “Without a doubt.”

  “Then I think we best get started.” It just blurted out of me. I had no idea what I was doing, or even how to do what I was wanting to be doing. If that makes any sense.

  Her hand touched my shoulder to steady her as she removed her clothes. Naked, she put her arms around my waist and pulled me against her, as soon as she’d undressed me. I felt her naked body press against my equally naked form, making contact from head to toe. Her breasts felt small, like mine. Standing there barefoot, we were both about the same size. She was only an inch or two taller. She was trim and fit, maybe slightly slimmer and less curvy than I.

  Oh but we fit together so well!

  I didn’t know what to do. I was more than willing to give up my femme-femme cherry to her, but I didn’t know how to proceed. Fortunately, Rina did.

  She led me around to the side of the bed and I lay down on it, moving more toward the center on my back.

  “Take me however you want,” I said to her. “I don’t know what comes next and I can’t see what to do either.”

  She slid in next to me on my right. I felt a leg wrap over me, her breasts pressing against my side, her head resting on my outstretched arm. I flexed my arm, pulling her closer to me. She responded by pushing her lips against mine yet again, her right hand now behind my head, holding my face against hers.

  After several long kisses – God, her lips were so soft! – she lay on top of me with her body pressing me into the comforter. I could feel her hairless pussy pressing against mine and realized we were both wet with our own juices.

  Rina’s mouth was on one nipple and her small hand on the other. My nubs hardened like stones from her ministrations and I felt ripples of sweet sensation radiating outward from them, joining those from my pussy.

  Rina kept her mouth on my nipple and turned to put one of her nipples right over my mouth, which I opened to take it. I started to circle it with my tongue as she was doing to me. I sucked it while doing this and it seemed to extend and harden even more than I thought was possible. The smell of her was delicious – a combination of the light perfume and her own musky feminine scent.

  I put my hand in her short hair and pushed her face tighter against my breast while I continued to suck hers. One of her hands was holding me behind my head and the other had now moved down to my pussy. Sensations were coming at me from everywhere at once now. I could see nothing, of course, and I must have forgotten all about seeing for only the second time. Whatever part of my mind used to concentrate on seeing now seemed to be focused on raising the pleasure Rina was giving me to levels I’d never experienced, even with Rod. It were as though the switch that had shut off my sight had then illuminated something extra. An ability to more deeply concentrate on what was happening to my body had been added to my mind. It allowed me to better experience the passion and physical sensations of the moment, way beyond what I could when I could see.

  When Rod and I had sex I suppose the blindness was too new for my brain to function at the level it was now. Who knows?

  I felt Rina part my inner pussy lips and her fingers began to lightly, lightly flick around and on my clit. Her mouth moved up to mine and kissed me fully with tongue and lips.

  “Come for me blind girl,” she whispered.

  I came instantly, as though her command alone sent me over the top. At that moment, everything turned me on, even my blindness. Even being with a woman.

  Especially being with a woman.

  Her mouth returned to my nipple. I felt her fingers enter me. Her thumb covered the tops of my inner lips and she used them to massage my clit. I was panting, “Oh … oh … oh …,” over and over in tempo with her playing my sex as she pleasured me until I came again. When I did, she moved up and kissed me afterwards. I grabbed her and rolled her over, onto her back, and immediately put my mouth on her soaking pussy.

  I’d never done that before, but I knew what I liked – and apparently Rina liked the same thing. I parted her folds with my tongue and found the small, tight nub of her erect clit. Also lightly, I circled it and everything around it. With one hand, I reached up to pinch and circle her nipple with my fingers. I could feel her thighs tighten on either side of my face and her pelvis thrust upward as she came and I caught her squirt in my mouth.

  She tasted like … like Rina. Like nothing else I’d experienced before.

  Our lovemaking continued, my fingers probing her opening and playing with her taint. That must have been good for Rina because she came again. I covered her pussy with my mouth as she came, to catch her juices again.

  We were two women enjoying each other, and showing our mutual affections at the same time. We weren’t a blind and a sighted woman, we were two women in the throes of passionate exploration. For the first time since they’d blinded me, I didn’t feel handicapped. I could do this as well as anyone. Sight would only have been in the way for me. I better appreciated what was happening being exactly as I was: sightless.

  Rina sat up and laid me back with my head at the foot of the bed and propped up one of my legs so that my foot was resting flat on the bed. Then she must have laid back in the opposite direction herself and pulled us together, snatch-to-snatch, our legs like two open scissors being thrust together so they meet where the blades separate.

  I could feel her pussy lips pushing against mine. As she ground against me, my inner lips parted and so did hers. Each of our cunts and clits were now massaged by the cunt and clit of the other. The feeling was unbelievable! I was so surprised! Our bodies were joined with the pressure of our inner lips and the wetness surrounding them. This was something that could only be done with another woman. I was in ecstasy! As she pulled me tighter against her by tugging on my ankles and I did the same to her, I came three times – long, drawn-out climaxes that left me exhausted when the final ripples had pulsed through me, several minutes later.

  Rina had come repeatedly too. We both lay there, our legs still scissoring. Eventually, she managed to get up and lie next to me.

  “You know,” I said before we both drifted off to sleep, “except that your hair is short and straight, I don�
�t have any idea what you look like.”

  “Does it matter?” She asked in a whisper.

  “Not even a little.”

  **********

  After an early breakfast, Rina made me drink another shot, practice again, smoke some more, and have a second shot. I couldn’t believe I was drinking straight whiskey, let alone doing it in late morning.

  “You’re still too uptight,” she said. “This is the only way we can relax you in the short term. When you’re relaxed, your dancing is super, when you’re not relaxed, it sometimes doesn’t flow as smoothly from move to move. I’m taking a flask along. You can knock one back before we go in.”

  “You’ll get me too drunk to stand up,” I complained. I was already solidly buzzed. She’d found a flask Jaxson had left at my place in Connecticut and which the movers had packed. He used to take it to football games. I’d never taken as much as a sip from it before. She filled it with whiskey as I tried to scowl at her – which she told me was hard to do effectively when one of your eyes is pointing more at your nose.

  She laughed at my expression. “Don’t worry. We need to go.”

  Rina drove us and told me she was parking near the entrance to the currently closed Jolly Roger. I took a swig from her flask and we went in. Rina was willing to lead me, so I took her upper arm, carrying my cane - my security cane, I thought.

  Rina had helped with the little makeup I needed to apply, given that most of my face was now tattooed on. She said I looked gorgeous. I told her she was still living in the afterglow of last night.

  “Of course I am,” she agreed. “But you’re still drop-dead gorgeous.”

  I was tipsy enough that I found myself believing her.

  Inside, she asked for Mr. Ives. He came out to meet us and introduced himself. He told us to call him Roger. I guessed from his voice that he must be about 55. Surprisingly, he had a kind, gentle voice. Not what I was expecting at all.

  We went up to the stage and Rina led me around so I could get a feel for it. It was essentially a half-circle. I figured it was about 15 feet in radius. There was a single pole toward the front, slightly off-center. I hadn’t had one to practice with, but I had thought about how I might incorporate it.

  Rina told me four or five other people had wandered in, apparently to watch.

  “Our music or yours?” Rina asked Roger.

  “Start with yours. I might want Alie to improvise with some of mine, if we get that far. Alie, can you see anything? Light or colors?”

  “No sir,” I said. “I’m completely blind. There is only darkness. I don’t really see black, I simply don’t see.”

  “Okay, let’s find out what you can do.”

  I stood on the stage, positioning myself an arm’s length from the pole, and Rina started the music.

  I won’t describe my dances in detail. There was the expected swaying and supposedly hypnotic movement, the titillating removal of clothes. Eventually, I was standing there in my underwear and heels. Now swaying in time to Joss’s voice, I unfastened my bra and began to move even more, teasing as I coyly opened and closed it.

  I finally spun around and dropped the bra and then spun back around to what I hoped was facing the audience. Now all I was wearing was my thong, still covering my denuded pussy, and the 5” heels. I felt for the pole as part of the dance. It was where I thought it was which made me pretty sure I was facing forward.

  I used the pole for a while, even though I was completely making up this part of the routine. I didn’t realize it until later, but – perhaps thanks to the whiskey – I was not thinking about exposing myself in public. I was caught up in the moment. I was in the zone. It was so not me.

  I began to toy with my thong, pulling it to the side, spinning, using the pole. By the time After Dark started to play, it was gone and I was completely naked in front of the half-dozen men and three women, Rina included, who were watching.

  I continued to dance through the entire song and then strutted to the back of the stage. When the song ended, I walked back out, carefully counting my steps. I stopped at a point that I thought was about three feet from the edge. I reached out my arm and, sure enough, there was the pole.

  Not bad Alie, I congratulated myself.

  I was stark naked and it wasn’t even registering on my brain. Maybe that was because I couldn’t see myself.

  Roger immediately spoke up. “Goddamn, Alie, where the hell did you learn to dance like that?”

  “She’s a natural, like I said,” Rina noted.

  “You got that right,” Roger admitted. “Alie, you are one, beautiful lady.”

  Well, that was an ego booster.

  “Too bad I can’t use you.”

  Well, that was a downer.

  “What do you mean?” Rina asked. “She’s terrific!”

  “That she is,” said Roger in a voice filled with awe.

  “Then I don’t get it!” Rina said, obviously getting heated.

  “Rina, it’s obvious to everyone standing here but you. Pick any one of these people and they’ll immediately tell you what’s wrong. Go ahead, ask. It doesn’t matter who, anyone will say the same thing.”

  I heard Rina huff, then apparently ask someone, a woman as it turned out. “What’s he talking about? What’s wrong? Is it because she’s blind?”

  “Not at all,” said the woman. “Her tits are way too small.”

  “There you go,” said Roger.

  It was so obvious we should have thought of it before I started down this path yesterday. I had nice little B-cup breasts. Certainly nothing to get excited about. Certainly not suitable for an “exotic dancer.”

  “But … ah … but …,” Rina was stuttering over the same realization, or lack thereof.

  “I need this job!” I said suddenly. I wasn’t at all sure that I’d take it if they offered, but I’d be damned if I was gonna let them reject me like that, small tits and googly blind eyes notwithstanding.

  “She really, really is good Roger,” someone said. I had no idea who, but it was a guy with a rumbling, baritone. “Maybe yous could help her out. She’s worth the investment.”

  “Damn thing is, you’re right,” Roger said. I didn’t know what they were talking about.

  “Hmm,” said Roger. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll pay you eight hundred a week for five dances on each of five nights. If you become as good as you potentially could be, you’ll make close to five times that a week in tips. I’ll also buy you new tits and a few bangles if you’ll sign a three-year contract. You break the contract, you have to pay me back double for your hooters and all, and I reserve the right to sue for breach, if you leave before … say eighteen months.”

  “YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!” I shouted. He was offering to get my breasts enlarged? So I could strip in public? NO WAY! Me? Big tits? Not in a thousand years!

  Roger misunderstood me. He thought I was negotiating terms. “Alright,” he said, you sign a three-year contract to dance here exclusively, and you can break it for one and a half times the cost of your tits, plus I can sue for breach if it’s less than eighteen months.”

  “RINA!” I shouted. I heard her come towards me and step up onto the stage. She led me to the back of the platform.

  “Take the deal, Alie,” she said straight-away. “You’ll have enough money saved to pay him back and break out of the contract when your vision returns in eighteen months.”

  “But they wanna send me off to get bigger boobs! I don’t want big boobs! What if he sues me?”

  “Well, there is that, but you’d be here eighteen months anyway before you can see perfectly again. You’ll have enough money to put your breasts back the way they are now and still come out smelling green.”

  I should have expected her to say that; Rina was one of the most practical people I’ve ever met. Her view was always: here’s problem, here’s a way to fix it, so just do it!

  My heart was pounding. I was getting a panic attack, I was sure. I heard Rina light a c
igarette and felt her trying to hand it to me. I took it and pulled hard, my whole body shaky.

  “You really think I should do this? I don’t believe you! It’s surgery for God’s sake!”

  “Women do it all the time. It’s not a big deal. My sister had it done.”

  “It’s not in my self-image!” That sounded lame, but it was true. That’s how I felt.

  “Alie, I really care about you. Because I do, I’m telling you: your options are severely limited, especially since you have no family to fall back on. It’s time to adjust your self-image. Maybe it’s time to throw it out and build a new one.”

  “As a big-breasted stripper?”

  She paused for the briefest moment, then forcefully said, “Yes. Absolutely.”

  I was speechless, shocked. I was so shocked that I’d completely forgotten that I was standing there butt naked. When I remembered, I was so upset I didn’t even care.

  “This crummy town did this to me.”

  “Yep. And now someone in this crummy town is offering you a way to make it, and be financially sounder than you would have been. Under the circumstances that you’re in, you’d be a fool not to take the offer. Forget about innocent little Natalie Adams. Be a survivor.”

  I was pissed, hurt, and not thinking particularly clearly. I turned and walked back toward the assembled Jolly Roger team. “Roger?” I said, wanting to know where he was standing.

  “Here sweetheart,” he answered sympathetically. I turned slightly to face where the voice came from. I extended my hand. “I accept your offer. Who decides how big my breasts will be?”

  “I do,” he said, “along with any bangles to go with your costume. Help make ya feel sexy.”

  I didn’t know what ‘bangles were’ but I assumed I’d have to wear whatever they wanted me to anyway. “I don’t want to be a cow.”

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I know what I’m doing. You’ll be the right size for the job. Bigger, but still classy. Besides, one man’s cow is another man’s calf.”