Chapter 28

Dennis was met at home by all ... twelve ... girlfriends. Debbie, Tori, and Lana were there with the others. They were all fawning all over him until Dot put her foot down and told them he wasn’t to move around or exercise for twenty-four hours. At that point, the girls launched into a well-executed ballet of preparing dinner, cleaning house, and fixing both Dot and Dennis hot drinks.

“You know, it’s not like I expect girlfriends to do everything around the house,” Dennis said. “I can help clean and cook. You don’t need to wait on us.”

“Says the boy who ironed our underwear during basketball season,” laughed Diane.

“The boy who taped our ankles and made us strong,” Leanne said.

“The boy who has already started working part time so he can take us all on dates this fall,” Lana said. All the girls turned to look at her and she blushed. “I mean all those who want to go out on dates with him,” she explained. Everyone nodded and she got redder.

“Besides, we aren’t going to be servants,” Daniella said. “We just all want to help out because we’re so excited about your surgery.”

“Daniella, I’m so happy to see you and Roberta. Are you feeling better now?” Dennis asked.

“Yeah. We’d have come over Saturday, but Judith had you reserved for the day,” the twin said. “Yesterday was just an appetizer for what comes later this week.”

“I never want food poisoning again,” Roberta added. “I guess there were about a dozen of us who were sicker than usual and for longer. I don’t think I can ever eat cafeteria food again.”

“At least you weren’t there on the last day,” Leanne said. “I was so scared I peed myself. And then someone said Dennis had stopped the shooter and I started crying because I thought I’d lost the love of my life and we hadn’t even made love yet.”

“We don’t need to rush that, sweetheart. Just knowing how much you care gives me a good feeling.” He cuddled her next to him on one side while Natalie scooted close on the other.

“I don’t want to sound greedy,” Judith said, “but will you be well enough to make love again later this week? One night was just not enough.”

“I think so,” Dennis said.

“But don’t be surprised if you’re not alone this time,” Roberta said. “It seems like forever since we’ve been able to be together.”

“It’s been a long time,” Brenda agreed. “I was too focused on winning that danged race to think about lovemaking last week.”

“I was thinking about it,” Amy said. “But it was such a busy week for everybody I didn’t want to break anyone’s focus.”

“Maybe we could have a weekend ‘party’ in the next couple of weeks so we can all spend the night together and stuff,” Natalie suggested.

“Especially stuff.”

The group all relaxed together. Peg was delighted when she got home to see all her sisters there. She wasn’t sure about Tori and Debbie at first, but finally gave them a stamp of approval when her other sisters hugged them. The girls served dinner for everyone, having put four huge meatloaves in the oven and boiled potatoes. Diane proved to be adept at making gravy. Salad rounded out the meal. Afterward, there were cookies and milk and games. After Natalie had read to Peg and she went to bed, the girls slowly took their leave until only Natalie remained.

“Um ... I’ll be available through the night in case you need anything, you know.”

“Just remember the no exercise rule,” Dot laughed as she kissed them goodnight.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Dot wasn’t sure if sex would count as exercise if they were slow and gentle, but figured the kids could use a night of just cuddling together anyway. If they got a little carried away ... well, she wasn’t going to be monitoring them.

If Natalie had any intentions of fooling around, they proved inconsequential. After a day spent in surgery, recovery, and being surrounded by girlfriends, he actually was pretty tired. He thanked Natalie for taking over the reading duties for the evening by giving her a deep and meaningful kiss. Then he went to sleep.

In the morning, there was no time to fool around as Dot needed to get Peg to the Opportunity Center and then Dennis to the hospital for his checkup. Natalie got up and prepared breakfast, then gave Dennis a kiss and went home.

At the hospital, Dennis was taken to a normal ophthalmology examining room where Dr. Sachs unwrapped his eye. At first, Dennis thought nothing had changed. Without glasses on, everything was blurry. But then the doctor bathed his eye, and when the solution had drained away, Dennis could see. For a few seconds. Then his tears overwhelmed him and it was a few minutes of being held by his mother before he could blink the water from his eyes and truly appreciate being able to see.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” he said to the doctor, looking around the room.

“Well, let’s get measurements to see what correction is still needed,” Sachs said. “You know you aren’t completely free of glasses yet.” What followed was a full battery of normal eye exam tests and the process of determining corrective lenses. The doctor popped the left lens out of his glasses and handed them to Dennis. It felt weird.

“I ... uh ... wow! It feels like I’m backwards or something. I’m used to seeing better out of my right eye than my left and I didn’t think about there being an adaptation to be made by having my left eye stronger than the right,” he said. “It might take me a while to get my sense of balance again.” He found that was helped by closing his right eye so he wasn’t receiving a mixed signal.

“Why don’t you go to the cafeteria for lunch. We’ll have a new lens ground for the left eye by then and you can really start working on seeing.” Dennis and Dot went to the cafeteria, but Dennis spent most of his time just staring around to see what he could see. He couldn’t get over it.

“Look, Mom! They have Polish sausage and sauerkraut on the menu today,” he said pointing at the board over the cafeteria line, a good twenty feet away. Dot managed to locate what he’d seen and nodded, laughing a little. Dennis continued to be fascinated by everything and everyone. There was a particularly pretty nurse a few tables away. He felt like superman looking at her.

“Dennis, stop staring. People will get uncomfortable,” Dot admonished. Dennis looked around in a panic.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He stood up and looked over toward the nurse and raised his voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I just got eyes and you all look so incredible, I can’t help it!” He looked around the room again and sank back into his chair as everyone in the cafeteria started applauding.

When they returned to the examining room, his new glasses were ready. They still felt odd with the right lens significantly heavier than the left. He thought he could get used to that.

“Can I go back to work now?” he asked.

“I’d prefer if you kept outdoor activity and exposure to a minimum for the rest of this week,” Sachs said. “Even then, if work is outdoors where wind is blowing, you need to wear protective goggles. At least for the next two weeks. We’ll look at you again to check on the healing then. We don’t want anything to get in your eye that might irritate it or cause infection. These drops I’m giving you need to be applied three times a day. Get on a schedule so they are as well distributed through the day as possible. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are often not quantifiable terms. So, try to make it as close to six, noon, and six as possible.”

“What about midnight?”

“The reason I said six a.m. is because it is followed by your active part of the day. At six p.m. you are winding down your day. When you close your eyes to sleep, you are reducing the need for the drops. Your eyes are resting. So, you don’t need to get up in the middle of the night to refresh them. In the morning, use saline to flush your eyes before you put the drops in,” Sachs said.

“Thank you. I just ... thank you again. I’ll take good care of them,” Dennis said.

All the way home, he saw things he’d never really seen before—even the leaves on trees that had always been a green blur were clear and individual.

Only Brenda was waiting at his house when they got home. Dot dropped him off and went to the dentist office to work for the rest of the afternoon. Dennis stood, just facing his girlfriend and looking at her.

“God, you’re beautiful!” he said.

“You’re a pretty handsome lover,” she said. “Would you like to see more?” She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. As soon as they were there, she shimmied out of her shorts and pulled her T-shirt off over her head. There was nothing left but pure, sexy Brenda. It didn’t take long before Dennis was also naked and they were in bed.

Dennis discovered that his near vision in his corrected eye, as from five inches away, was still almost as good as it had been before surgery. He found himself staring again as he looked closely at Brenda’s sex. It was still just the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He looked, he licked, he loved. Before long, Brenda’s juices were flooding his face and his fingers and she tugged at him to make love to her. They snatched a condom from the bedside table and Brenda rolled him onto his back, planting herself firmly on his pole. It was unusual for Brenda to take the upper position when they made love. This time she seemed to become a wild woman, driving herself on in a frenzy of orgasms, one after another. Someplace along the line, Dennis was pulled along with her and filled the condom to overflowing.

“You’re so beautiful. So beautiful,” he repeated as he looked up at her riding him.

Brenda pulled the condom off and sucked on him to make sure he didn’t flag, then rolled to her side with Dennis behind her. He knew what this meant and pressed against her back door until the tip of his cock popped through her sphincter. They held there a few moments as Brenda’s fluttering anus adjusted to the intrusion. Then they began rocking together. They’d both discovered that while Brenda liked the stimulation of his cock sliding in and out, the sensations were all focused around her opening. Anything deeper was wasted or even painful. For his part, Dennis enjoyed the feeling of pulling all the way out and then popping through the ring again. It was not long before they found the right rhythm and depth to drive them to another climax.