Chapter 3

Next week, we started our winter break. Karen had three more days of school than we did, then hers started as well. On that Monday, I went to pick up Karen at her school. When I drove up into the lot, she was standing to one side talking to a couple of other girls around her age. I walked up to her and signed "Hello sweetie." The other girls giggled when she came over and gave me a kiss that had her tongue touching my tonsils. She broke the kiss and headed to my car. Just before she got in, she waved goodbye to them.

She had enjoyed that so much she had me pick her up on her last two days. On that Wednesday, she found out that her mother wasn't home and had gone to the mall. Karen had me follow her up into her room.

It was definitely a girl's room with light pink on the walls and a canopy bed. The same bed I had seen the movers bringing in last summer. Things were tidy, no clothes on the floor or anything, but her desk showed where her schoolwork was kept. No radio, but that was understandable. There were a lot of books and magazines stacked up in shelves and along the walls. The computer was sitting on one side of her desk and an office chair with a cushion was pushed up to it. I stared at that chair for a few minutes thinking about the times that Karen had sat there with her hands in her pussy while I typed what I wanted to do to her. We had been having cybersex ever since she had done the strip tease for me.

She brought me back to the here and now by pulling me over to her bed. She fell back onto it with her legs spread and hanging off the edge. She pulled me down on top of her and gave me a kiss. I returned the kiss and rolled her over so I could get my hands on her luscious ass. We stayed locked together for a few minutes, and then I pushed her over on her back. I knelt between her legs and reached under her skirt pulling her panties off. I dove under her skirt and attacked her pussy, planning to bring her off. She moved forward to where her ass was barely on the edge of the bed. She set her feet on my shoulders and grabbed the back of my head. She started riding my face while I was furiously tonguing her hole and clit. It wasn't long before I felt her stiffen and start shaking as she started a massive orgasm. I kept licking her juices as they poured out of her. Her orgasm started to fade and she collapsed back onto the bed, flushed and panting.

I peeked out from under her skirt and gave her a grin. She gave a weak smile and collapsed back down. I moved up next to her and gathered her in my arms until she got her senses back. She finally gave a sigh and rolled over to kiss me, getting a taste of herself in the process.

She then sat up and started to undo my pants. She soon had my cock out and was stroking it as she got into the same position that I had been a few minutes ago. She literally attacked my cock, licking and kissing it before sliding her mouth over the head.

"We have to make this fast, I don't know when Mom will be home. I'd be dead with a capital 'D' if she caught us." Karen then started to take me into her mouth as deep as she could. She started to slip her shirt off as her head was bobbing up and down.

It wasn't long before I was ready to explode. I tapped her head to give her some warning. When she felt my balls tighten up, she pulled her head back and aimed at her bra-covered tits. I shot hard and covered the top of her chest with my semen, where it started to run down into the cups.

When I recovered, I sat up with my arms behind me to watch Karen rub my juice into her tits as well as the cups of her bra. She giggled at my questioning look, answering, "You have my panties to 'use' at night, now I have this bra. It isn't your shorts, but I doubt I could get away with those.

We then got dressed and I headed home to relive this episode in my mind over and over again until I fell asleep my sore cock in my hand.

With my Christmas shopping done, I was able to enjoy the time off from school. I took Karen to the mall despite her mother's fears and she had a great time. Her dad had handed over his charge card and I think she went into every shop that was there. She finally took pity on me and let me sit with all her bags while she finished up. We had to let the back seat down in the Celica in order to get it all in.

She had come a long way from when I had first met her. She had started out a shy, scared adolescent who was downtrodden because of her hearing loss and grew into a bright, funny, confident woman. When I mentioned it, she tried to give me all the credit, but I think it was there all the time. All she needed was someone to bring it to the surface. My thoughts followed along these lines all the way home.

Karen and I exchanged presents on Christmas Eve at my house. My parents were enamored with Karen. They took her as just another part of the family by now, albeit a special one to me. She liked to help my mom in the kitchen, learning all of her cooking secrets, and she laughed at all of my dad's corny jokes and would even catch him with a few puns of her own. That was more than enough to win Dad's approval.

We had a nice but simple dinner of clam chowder and homemade bread, and then adjourned to the living room. My brother had worshipped Karen ever since he learned she was deaf as well. She would always give him as much attention as she could, so tonight he planted himself next to her with me on the other side.

Dad pulled out the gifts we had all picked out for her. She was amazed at the amount of gift-wrapped boxes that were piled at her feet. Mike relinquished his spot next to her so he could sit on the floor and pass the presents to her. In doing so, he had the chance to figure the order. She pointed to the bags she had brought with her and asked Dad to pass them around as well.

The first one to Karen was Mike's (of course). It turned out to be a leather ID case that he had made in crafts class. He had really worked hard on it and it showed. Karen thanked him and then bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He immediately wiped it off, but you could see the look of gratitude on his blushing face. Karen also received a sweater from Mom, a hardbound book of puns from Dad and some books and subtitled movies from me. I had one more gift in my pocket that I would let her open later, privately.

Karen had put her shopping trip to good use. Mike got a video game he wanted, Mom and Dad got a gift certificate for the local dinner theater, and she had found me some Lord of the Rings paraphernalia. Since I am a great Tolkien fan, she had really had to search hard to find something I didn't have. She settled on a CD set of a radio play based on the books, and just for humor, a couple of Orc action figures.

There was one present that I had forgotten about, Allie's. I ran upstairs to grab it from my book bag. It felt like a whole ream of paper, and when Allie told me what it was, I understood. I took it down to Karen. There was no tag on the front but I told her to open it anyway.

Inside was almost a ream of paper. On each sheet, there were lyrics for every romantic ballad that Allie could find. She had taken the time to find them on the net or type them out herself. Karen was looking through them with a look of disbelief. As she started to read through them, I told the rest of my family what they were.

"Allie really likes Karen and was glad to find another romantic like herself. When she handed the package to me, she said since Karen can't hear the music that makes her feel so good, she wanted her to have the next best thing. That's what the first page says, I think."

Karen looked up in wonder. "This must have taken forever. Why did she do this for me?"

"Honey, she really likes you. And when Allie does something, she doesn't go half way." Karen just grinned and went back to reading the pages.

Unfortunately, it was getting late and I had to walk her home. She said her goodbyes to the family, and we went out the front door. The air was crisp and the light snowfall from the day before crunched under our feet. Midway between the houses, I held her back. I handed her the one box I had been saving; a velvet-covered cube was inside the gold and red box. She opened it up and gasped. Then her arms went around my neck and her lips met mine. When she finally stopped crying and squeezing me, I got her to put it on.

I had looked everywhere until I finally found what I was looking for. It was a promise/friendship ring with a heart shaped ruby in the center surrounded by small diamonds. The band was made up of a series of Celtic designs that worked their way up and around the setting.

She finally handed the box to me and I took the ring out and slipped it on her finger. She stood gazing at it reflecting the Christmas lights that were around us. Then she launched herself up on me again and continued smothering me with kisses. The cold did get to us eventually, and we walked the remaining distance to her door. One last kiss and embrace and she slipped inside. I walked back home happier than I had ever been.

We celebrated New Year's apart. My parents had a party like they always do and I am expected to help with. Karen wanted to come, but mother refused to let her and since her father had been called away on a business trip, she couldn't appeal to him.

I helped keep the party going but as the countdown to midnight was closing, I stepped outside the house and looked across to Karen's, wishing I could kiss her when the New Year was brought in. To my delight, I saw her in the window facing our house. As I heard the revelry inside signal midnight, I saw Karen signing to me. Happy New Year. I love you.

I love you too sweetheart, and Happy New Year! She then turned away from the window and I slipped back inside happy to at least I got to greet the occasion with Karen, even if it was long distance.

School started for both of us again and we settled into a routine that included talking on the computer every night and dating every Friday and sometimes Saturday. Our love for each other just kept growing as well as our lust. Many nights were spent in my Celica with the seats leaned back, our clothes in the floorboard, passionately getting each other off with our hands and mouths. Karen had discovered that she was very orgasmic and enjoyed getting off as much as I did. I had been careful not to push her into having sex, but Karen confessed that she was quite sure that she wanted me to be her first, and she wanted it soon. We were just holding out for a chance to do it somewhere besides a car.

The chance came during the spring break. Karen's mother had left to spend some time with her ailing mother, and Mr. Peterson was at work during the week. We had spent the first couple of days just lounging around my house, watching TV and cuddling. My mom had taken Mike to a friend's house for a sleepover and was going shopping afterwards.

We had just finished a romantic comedy about some romance done by email when Karen asked if I knew of anything 'racier'... I asked if she meant porno, and she admitted that she was curious about them. She confessed that she had found some pictures on the Internet but was wondering about the movies. I knew that Dad and Mom had a couple hidden away in the back of the entertainment center. I pulled one out and popped it into the DVD player.

As the movie started, we got comfortable. Karen was sitting sideways on my lap with her arm around my neck and my hands around her waist. As the movie progressed, I could feel Karen getting excited. I reached up under her t-shirt and cupped her breasts running my fingers over her hard nipples. She started to moan in her throat as pulled and tweaked her nipples. Suddenly, she reached down and unzipped her jeans. Then she placed one of my hands inside the front of her panties and pushed it into her soaked pubic mound.

As the first fuck scene started heating up, Karen leaned back to give me better access. I started working my fingers into her pussy in time with the action on the screen. She soon had her jeans and panties down past her knees to allow me more room to work. I cupped my hand to where my palm was exciting her clit at the same time my fingers were working in and out of her tunnel. My hand was soaked with her juices and she was starting to raise her pelvis in time to my movements. I reached over and kissed her while I rolled one of her nipples between my fingers. That combined with the stimulation of her pussy sent her over the edge. Her pussy started to contract on my fingers as she screamed into my mouth. Her juices poured into my hand as well as soaking my crotch where she had been sitting.

As soon as she regained her senses, Karen slid off my lap and was working on my belt. In no time at all, she had my pants and shorts down around my ankles. She grabbed the base of my cock and lowered her head down over the head. She pulled off making a loud pop and then smiled up at me before she started to really work on my cock. After watching Karen getting off so hard and the suction she was applying to me, I knew I wouldn't last long. I warned her that I was about to blow and she surprised me by pushing my cock further into her mouth until I could feel the head moving into her throat. She gagged just a bit but continued in her quest of deep throating me. When her nose touched my pubic hair, I lost it. I started squirting so hard that it felt like my balls were going to come out the head of my dick. She felt the first pulse she pulled back a bit and let my seed fill her mouth.

I finally opened my eyes a bit to see my girl sitting below me with a grin on her face. Then she opened her mouth to show me that she still had some of my seed in there. Then with her eyes never leaving mine, she slowly closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she licked her lips.

She looked so sexy sitting there with just her blouse on that I reached down and pulled her lips up to mine. She devoured me in that kiss swirling her tongue against mine. When the kiss ended, she grabbed me in a hug with her head on my chest.

After lying there for a moment, she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Please take me to your room and make love to me."

"Are you sure?"

"I have never been so sure of anything in my life. I have always been kept away from any of these feelings. Mother seemed to think anyone who was handicapped would never feel love or lust. And I have been waiting ever since I met you to finally feel it all."

When she said that, I figured that there was no reason to delay. I got her to move enough that I could sit up and then stand. I took her hand and pulled her up to where she was standing in front of me. The sight of her took my breath away. There was something incredibly sexy about her with just her shirt on. Her nipples were pushing against the material of her shirt and just below her bare skin and the way her trimmed pussy hair outlined her swollen and moist lips drove me crazy. But the sexiest thing right then was the way her eyes were looking at me. They were smoky in desire, and that desire was aimed at me!

I led her to my room. She slipped her shirt off and stood there in front of me completely nude and almost panting in her need. I removed what was left of my clothing as she pushed the covers over the end of the bed and laid back on it, spreading her legs in invitation.

I crawled up between them and started to lick her pussy lips. She stopped me and pulled me up to her face. "We have had enough foreplay. I just want you inside me, now!"

That was enough for me. My cock had not gone down much even from the excellent blowjob and the sight of my love naked and waiting was cause enough for me to have a raging hardon. I slid up until the head of my cock made contact with her nether lips. I slid it up and down spreading her open while getting her juices spread around the head. Then, I slowly started to push it inside her.

I am just average in length and width I guess. But it seemed more than enough for her. She took a deep breath as the head popped inside her entrance. I hesitated for a second before I pushed in a little more... Stopping again, I moved back then forward again gaining just a bit more depth with each thrust. She was moaning and tossing her head back and forth and groaning with each advancement into her virginal passage.

Karen winced when the head of my cock came in contact with her hymen. I stopped almost completely. "Sweetheart, this might hurt. I don't know how you want to do it, but we could stop now if you want."

"Don't you dare!" She gasped out to me. "I know it's going to hurt, but I want you to do it. It won't last too long. And I want to feel you inside me so bad."

I started pushing against her barrier trying to keep the pain to a minimum for her. However on about the fourth gentle push, she wrapped her legs around my ass and thrust up against me hard. The head of my cock tore through her virginity and buried itself deep in her velvety embrace. She cried out in pain and I froze where I was. She held me tight for a moment then relaxed her grip.

"That really hurt, but I wanted to get it over with. Now that the pain is fading, finish what you started."

As she was speaking, she was moving her pelvis causing my cock to slip in and out of her just a bit. I picked up the rhythm and slowly increased the lengths of my strokes. Karen was feeling the sensations of a cock inside of her for the first time and enjoying every one of them. She was thrusting herself up against my strokes into her and making sounds that showed the passion she was feeling.

I knew I was not going to last much longer and I really wanted her to get off as well so I guided one of her hands between us and to the top of her pussy. She figured out what I was trying to do and started to rub her clit furiously. I shifted my weight and moved one hand to her breast and pulled and tweaked her right nipple. It wasn't long before I felt her muscles stiffen and her already tight channel clamp down even more on me. She let out a rather loud moan as her pussy started to rapidly contract against the length of my cock as she shuddered in her climax.

The feel of her pussy gripping me in its velvet heat was too much. I felt my own orgasm start deep within my groin. I opened my eyes and watched this woman who I was so in love with deep into her own pleasure and I lost it. I thrust hard into her rapidly as my cock fired again and again deep into her body. This seemed to further her own climax and we both were incoherent for a while. The last thing I remember for a few minutes was rolling us both over so I wouldn't crush her.

When my sight finally returned, I could see Karen looking over at me with love and a new expression. She had the look of a well-sated woman. Her content smile and smoky look filled me with love for this woman.

"My God, that was fantastic!" She grinned over at me. "It hurt a bit, but then as the pain started to leave it was feeling VERY good. It was like I was so filled up and I never wanted it to leave. Then when I started to touch myself I went off like a rocket. I could feel my pussy squeezing around your dick and it made it so much better. Its like my body had something to push against and that made it so much better."

I reached over and stroked her cheek. "It was fantastic for me too. And just before I went over, I looked at your face and thought of how much I love you. That made for the best orgasm I have ever had."

She had tears in her eyes as she signed 'I love you too' to me. We stayed like that for a while with me holding her and her contentedly against my chest. My cock had softened and slipped out of her earlier and she had her pelvis pushed up against me as she lay as close to me as she could get.

We finally started to move a bit and found that we were both sticky. Karen had our combined fluids leaking onto her thighs, tinted pink from the blood of her deflowering. We laughed about it and then went into the bathroom to clean up. Se shared a shower, but it was more loving than sexual as we caressed each other with soapy hands. She was bound to be sore from her first experience so I was very gentle with her. Even so, we both enjoyed the intimacy between us.

We had not been dressed too long before my mother came home. She found us more or less in the same positions that she had left us. We were sitting on the couch snuggled together, our heads touching as my arms were encircling her. She commented on us just being lazy and then asked if I could help carry in what she had bought. Karen and I looked at each other and just grinned.

We made love twice more that week. Each time was easier for us both since she was getting used to having her vagina stretched and I was less worried about hurting her so I could start to think of my own enjoyment as well as hers. We did almost get caught when mom came back earlier than expected. We had just finished and had walked from the bedroom to the bathroom together. I heard noises in the kitchen before I started the shower and let Karen know. We hurried to clean up and headed downstairs expecting to be in a world of trouble.

Mom, bless her freethinking heart, didn't come off as being upset at all. Instead of the expected lecture, she just asked if we could keep the noise down. Karen and I both stared at her for a moment before she continued. "I remember what your age was like. The girls then were looked down upon because they liked sex, and I always thought that was wrong. I know it is hard to believe, but your old mom used to enjoy it with the best. I never slept around on my boyfriend, but I also didn't keep them around long if they didn't keep up. Hell, your dad is the only one who could keep me satisfied. Even now we have a very active sex life, so if you want advice, just ask."

The last sentence was said with a smile because Karen was looking stricken. Her parents, especially her mother, would never even admit to having sex even now much less before they were married. She went over and hugged my mom and thanked her for being understanding which made my mom's day. She had grown to love Karen almost as much as I did.

With my parent's tacit permission, Karen started to spend a lot more time at our house and specifically in my bedroom. That didn't mean that we didn't do other things besides have sex. She learned to play pool under my dad's expert guidance. He had won a few state championships and once he found out she had an interest, he taught her all he could. She enjoyed helping my mom in the kitchen. And she even took time to help Mike with problems in his schoolwork, which would make his day.

It seemed to me that things were going along perfectly. Karen told me many times she felt the same. We would lay in my bed after making love and talk about the future. What we wanted, how things should be done, etc. She had many dreams, but there was always a practical edge to them. It took a long while for her to be able to let go and just dream since her mother had always told her that it would be impossible for her to live a normal life being handicapped.

It was near the end of the school year. I had been accepted to the state university, which had a campus just a half hour away. Karen was on a track to graduate as well. She had tested well above grade level and the school she was going to be pushing her to attend college courses with the idea of becoming a social worker or teacher for the deaf. We had been discussing whether to keep things as they were or to move out of our parents' houses and into a place of our own.

This night, I had walked Karen home after spend the evening in my room on my computer and making out. I was upstairs printing out some information for my final thesis in history when I heard the doorbell. Being engrossed in what I was doing, I didn't pay much attention until I heard my father's voice shout out for me to come down NOW!

I ran down the stairs and around the corner to find Karen standing in the front hall clinging to my father crying and almost in hysterics. She noticed me and turned, collapsing into my embrace. Mom saw who it was and went to the kitchen to make some of Karen's favorite tea while I steered her into the den.

I sat on the couch holding my trembling lover as she continued to sob. I rubbed her back and let her cling to me as I looked over at Dad for any ideas as to what was going on. He shrugged his shoulders, as the concern was plain on his face. Mom came back in and set the hot tea on the table next to my end of the couch. I felt the sobs start to taper off and got Karen to finally look at me. I handed her the cup and got a few sips into her, which calmed her enough to let her start talking.

"Mom and I had the most awful fight. When I got home, she was waiting for me. She had found the empty packet for my birth control and started shoving it in my face. She accused you of corrupting me and making me take them, and saying you were taking advantage of me since I was handicapped and couldn't know any different."

"I really got mad then and told her that it wasn't that way at all. That we loved each other and it had been my idea to get the pills and to have sex. She then called me a slut and a whore. We went back and forth, and then I told her that a good fuck would probably be good for her. That was when she slapped me so hard that I ended up on the floor.

While I was trying to get myself together, she called her preacher who came over. They were holding me prisoner and praying for me to recover my lost soul or something like that. I tried to walk out, but the preacher had a guy with him that grabbed my arms. I stomped on his instep and when he let go, I kicked him in the crotch as hard as I could. Then I ran out of the house and came here. I just didn't know where else to go." The last bit was followed by sobs again as she relived the terror.

My mom came over to the couch and started to rub her back as I held her. I was at a loss as to what to do. Her father was due back the next day. He was the most levelheaded part of that couple and I knew from past experiences that he could be counted on to do what was best for Karen.

I was still trying to calm Karen down when there was another knock on the door. Dad went to answer it. He came back in with two uniformed police officers. In answer to our questions, they said that Mrs. Peterson had reported that her mentally deficient daughter had run away to this house against her wishes. I was really ticked off, but Dad signaled me to just keep quiet.

"Officer, I would imagine that you might want to get both sides of this story. First of all, this young woman is not mentally deficient - she has profound hearing loss. Second, she didn't just run away. She was trying to escape physical violence. If it comes down to you trying to take her back, she could very well be staying in an empty house since her mother could be arrested for child abuse or domestic violence."

As Dad was talking to the male officer, his partner who was a rather imposing woman had come to check on Karen. She called her name but Karen did not move from my arms. I held up my hand for her to wait, then gently got Karen's attention. She looked up and started when she saw the officer. I quickly intervened and told Officer Williams that Karen was deaf and that she had not heard her calling to her.

Officer Williams got Karen to look at her. As Karen did so, the officer looked concerned. I had not seen her face since she had gone back to crying, but apparently there had been time for a complete handprint to show up on the side of her face.

Looking directly at her, Officer Williams asked, "Who slapped you there, Karen?"

"Mother. She got mad when I told her I wasn't retarded, just deaf and I could make up my own mind. Then I told her that if she got laid, it would help her disposition."

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

Karen held out her arms where the bruises from where the preacher's helper had held her were showing up. They were starting to show up now in shades of blue and purple.

Officer Williams was more sympathetic now, telling Karen to just sit and relax. She interrupted her partner who was still taking a statement from my dad. They stood apart talking quietly for a moment, and then approached us all.

Officer Carlson started speaking. I touched Karen and pointed to him so she could read his lips. "From what we have seen, I tend to believe Karen's version. Seventeen is over the age of consent in this state, so that is a non-issue. I do believe that your leaving was to diffuse a violent situation. Karen, do you have anyplace you could stay for the night to make sure nothing escalates further?" Mom interrupted stating that Karen could stay here for as long as she wanted. That taken care of, the officer then asked Karen one final question. "Do you want to press charges of domestic abuse?"

Karen took a deep sigh. "No. Even with the way she treated me, she is still my mother. I don't want her to be in jail."

"That is your decision. We are going to leave you a card with a number on it that can get you in touch with people who can get you help if you need it. Please think about talking to them if you feel the need." Then he addressed us all. "We will write up a report and there may be a detective coming by in the morning. Until then, good luck to you all."