Chapter 4

There were some audible "Amen's" from the congregation as the minister concluded the closing prayer. Allison leaned toward Brad and whispered, "We'll let the crowd get out first... I don't like to get tangled up in a bunch of people with Galahad."

"No problem. We'll just stand over here out of the way," said Brad softly as he helped her up and led her over to the rear of the chapel. They stood there as the people filed out. Some were stopping to chat with the Chaplin and the visiting minister who had conducted the service today.

One couple that stopped to chat had a small boy, maybe five years old. The kid was looking around. He spotted Galahad and immediately walked toward Brad and Allison. "There's a little boy headed our way," Brad whispered. "I suspect it's Galahad that he's interested in."

"You're not supposed to bring a dog to church," he said as he walked up to them.

Allison smiled, "I know... but I need him to lead me around. He takes me where I need to go."

"Why? Why can't you just go?"

"Well... I can't see. I'm blind and he is what they call a seeing-eye-dog."

"Oh... can I pet him?"

"No, he doesn't know you... don't pet him, just hold your hand out to him and let him smell you," said Allison with a chuckle.

The kid held his hand out. Allison let Galahad move forward slightly and push his nose into the boy's hand. "See... he likes you. I'm Allison. What's your name?"

"Timothy Collier Baxter. I can print my name."

"That's very good," said Brad. "Do they call you Tim or Timmy?"

"Timmy, but when mama's mad she calls me Timothy." Timmy looked up at Brad studying his face. "What's on your face?

"Those are scars... I got hurt in an accident... I was burned pretty badly," replied Brad.

Timmy cocked his head to one side looking up at Brad as though he was trying to see behind him. "Where's your ear? It..."

Brad interrupted him, "I know... that was the fire... it burned off most of my left ear."

"Did it hurt?"

Brad chuckled, "It sure did. You don't want to play around with fire."

Satisfied, Timmy asked, "Were you playing with matches?"

Before Brad could answer, Timmy's mother came rushing over. "Timmy what are you doing?" She started to apologize, "I hope he wasn't bothering..." her voice faltered when she saw Brad's disfigured face. She grabbed Timmy's hand and jerked him back. "Timothy, how many times have I told you not to talk to strangers," she said harshly as they walked him away.

"I guess Timmy was right... she does call him Timothy when she's mad," Brad said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Oh honey, don't let her bother you." Allison chuckled, "I thought Timmy was precious... kids can be so honest in their reactions." Leaning against him she nudged him with her shoulder and putting a youthful lilt in her voice asked, "Were you playing with matches?"

Brad laughed. "Okay... he's a cute kid. He certainly has better manners than his mother."

Allison put her hand on Brad's arm, "It sounds like most of the crowd is gone; we should be able to go now. We'll stop by the Student Union grill and get something for lunch. Okay?"

Brad reached for Allison's empty plate. "Do you want anything else? A ham salad sandwich isn't very much."

"I don't need very much," she chuckled. "You do... I'm just going to lie there and enjoy it this afternoon."

"Yeah... I bet. I'll believe that when it happens." Brad lowered his voice, "I didn't realize girls got so... you know... physical. I've got some scratches on my backside to prove it."

Allison laughed softly. "Ohhh... that, I'll have to be more gentle next time." The grill was fairly crowded at this time of day. She leaned forward some and whispered, "It's your fault... you just get me too worked up... too excited."

"Hmmm... I figured it'd be my fault." Brad laughed. "Anyway, what time is Beverly getting back?"

"She won't leave till after dinner so it'll be around nine before she gets in." Allison frowned, "I could strangle her for telling Mom about the birth control pills, but the way things have been going I should have expected it."

"Is there a problem?" asked Brad.

Allison nodded her head, "Bev and I haven't exactly been getting along... it's not all her fault. I don't think it's easy living with a blind person. Bev is having a hard time adjusting to it, and, on top of that, this sorority thing has come up."

Puzzled Brad asked, "What sorority thing?"

"Bev wants to join a sorority and live in the sorority house, but she can't do it if she's living with me. As she puts it, having to take care of me is ruining college for her." Allison sighed softly, "That's why she went home this weekend - to have it out with our parents."

Brad reached across the table and took her hand in his, "I didn't know... I'm sorry. But hey... if she moves out we could get an apartment together."

Allison smiled and gently squeezed his hand, "I'd love to but that would send my mother totally into orbit." She laughed softly, "She knows about the pills, but I know Mom... she'll just ignore that. If we were... as she would call it 'shacking-up'... she couldn't ignore that."

Brad gripped her hand a little tighter. "What are you going to do?" His concern was evident in his voice. "I couldn't stand it if you had to drop out of school."

"I think I have a solution. I've got a good friend who graduated from the Junior college when I did. She has to work and save up some money before transferring here. I called her and we worked out a deal where I pay her tuition and some kind of salary while she rooms with me... she'll be sort of a nurse-companion. Gwen wants to go to med school so this could be a win-win situation for both of us. She's going to come back with me when I go home for Thanksgiving."

"That would be great, but won't that be awfully expensive?"

"Maybe... but it's better than me dropping out of school; I can't stay here alone," said Allison. "The cost isn't a problem. The truck that hit us belonged to a major shipping company. The driver had a couple of previous DUI's on his record and a number of speeding tickets. He hadn't been fired because he was the district manager's stepson. Since Dad's a lawyer, his firm got a hefty settlement out them, with no legal fees for me. That money has been sitting in a trust fund drawing interest the past six years... Dad would never let me touch it. Up until this year, he had been paying for everything. With Bev being in college, I insisted on paying my own way."

"Dammit... I knew things were going too well," muttered Brad as he got up from the table. "I don't even like to think about the possibility of losing you."

"You aren't going to lose me," she said softly. "What we're going to do is go back to the apartment and make love all afternoon." She laughed, "That's after you read some of your stories to me... don't forget you lost the bet."

Allison stood up and gripped Brad's upper arm with her hand and whispered, "Don't forget... we need to stop by the drugstore so you can pick up that K-Y jelly."

Brad was on the bed propped up against the pillows and headboard. He had a naked Allison, facing him with her head against his bare chest. He was cradling her in his arms as he read one of his stories to her. She was letting her hand caress the slick scar tissue covering the left side of his body as she gently sucked and tongued his right nipple.

She had insisted that he read a story to pay off the bet. The story is about two kids raised as brother and sister who are not true siblings. Gary was six when his father married Sharon's mother. Sharon was 14 months old at that time. Sharon has just finished high school and started Junior College. Gary is out of college and working as a pharmacist. Their parents died a year ago, but they are still living in the family home. Sharon is in love with Gary, but is afraid he sees her only as a sister. She finally works up enough courage to go into his bedroom one night and tell him how she feels. He has been hiding the same feelings for her.

Brad had reached the closing portion of the story and paused, "Not much more to go, but if you don't stop doing that, I'm going put this down and attack you."

Allison slid her lips up his neck and gave him a quick kiss under his chin, "Hmmmm... promises... promises. I'd like that, but finish the story first. It's good... I can empathize with Sharon. Keep going."

Brad resumed reading.

Gary hugged Sharon, kissing her deeply, "Sharrie... Sharrie, I love you," whispered Gary. "I've wanted to do this for so long. I can't believe we're doing this... God, you feel so good, so wet and so tight and hot."

"We aren't dreaming, Gary," said Sharon as she pushed her cunt against his rigid cock letting it slide deep into her pussy. "Dreams don't feel this good... Oh Gary, I love the way that big thing feels in me. Oh Gary, fuck me... fuck me hard... make me cum."

Gary began to increase the pace of his strokes, driving into her pussy even harder.

Sharon moved her legs up as high as she could on his buttocks, totally exposing her pussy to his pounding prick. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him even closer, wanting to feel him as deep as possible in her moist, hot cunt. Each thrust into her was bringing her closer and closer to the crest of the sensation that was building in her cunt and her body. She hugged him tightly, crying out, "Oh Lord, Gary... fuck me... that's it... harder, I'm going to cum. Oh God, I'm going to cum! Oh God I'm cumming!"

Gary thrust into her pussy even more rapidly, driving his prick as deep as possible.

Sharon moaned and cried out, "OOHHhhh... NOW... NOW... I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING AGAIN! DON'T STOP... DON'T STOP!"

Brad was trying to put some emotion into his voice, trying to read in a high falsetto to sound like a girl. Allison started laughing and buried her face against his chest. Brad tried to put some indignation into your voice. "What are you laughing at? This isn't supposed to be a funny story."

"I know... I know," mumbled Allison trying to control her laughter. "Oh my," she said taking a deep breath. "Do I sound like that when I cum?"

He laughed, turned and slid down, pulling her with him. They were lying face-to-face, their naked bodies molded together holding each other in their arms. "You sound a lot louder than that when you get going or cumming — whatever the correct terminology is."

"Oh... I don't believe that — you're just teasing me. I liked the story. I did... really," she chuckled and snuggled her face into the crook of his neck. "I didn't know stories like that, that explicit, existed. I want you to read the others to me." She drew her hips back slightly, reached down and placed his semi-hard penis between her thighs... trapping it against her moist cunt. She murmured, "But, right now, I want something else." She kissed his neck and whispered, "I'll try not to be so loud when I cum. I'll just bite down on this to stifle my screams." She caught a fold of skin between her teeth and lightly bit down.

Brad laughed, "If you do that, I'll probably lose a whole hunk of hide." He kissed her shoulder, his hand fondling her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple. "Hmmm," he whispered, "this little fellow is getting a little stiff."

"So is this hunk of meat I've got trapped against my pussy," she murmured. She kissed his ear letting her tongue tease his ear lobe. "I love talking sexy... talking dirty to you. It makes me feel so... I don't know... so wild, so wicked. Like I'm a real bad girl."

"You're not bad... you could never be bad. Sexy... yes." Brad squeezed her nipple lightly and Allison moaned softly in his ear. He kissed her and with his lips barely touching hers asked, "Do you want me to make love to you? Tell me what you want."

She giggled, "I want you to fuck me... fuck me hard." She gave him a quick kiss. "There's a time for making loving and a time for fucking... right now I wanted to be fucked or even better I'll fuck you," she said, laughing as she pushed him over on his back and quickly straddled his hips.

She stretched out prone atop him; his now erect prick trapped between their bodies. "Hmmm... that thing — what do you call it, your peter, your cock? I like prick; it sounds sexier."

Brad gave her a hug and kissed her chin. "You can call it anything you want to." He chuckled, "It will still respond to you."

"It better," she whispered. "Brad, I really did like your story."

"I didn't get to finish it... there was still a little bit to go."

Allison giggled, "That's okay... I know how it ended."

"Oh, you do? Just how did it end and how do you know that?"

She laughed softly and felt for Brad's face. She put a hand on each side of his face and guided hers to his until the tips of their noses touched. Murmuring softly, her breath tickling his nostrils, she said, "She had two — no, better make that three — fantastic orgasms and they lived happily ever after." She giggled and rubbed his nose with hers and paused. "I know because you're just like me," she whispered sadly, as she let her fingers stroke the scars and slick restored skin on the left side of his face. "Despite all the hurt, the pain, and the disappointment, you're a hopeless romantic — just like me."

He watched a tear form in the corner of her eye, then run down her lash and drip onto his cheek. "Oh God, Allison... I love you," he said huskily as he moved his nose to one side of hers and let his lips close on her lips. He kissed her tenderly until he felt her tongue probing his lips, gently at first then more insistently. He opened his lips and let her tongue have its way as he returned the kiss just passionately.

Without breaking the kiss, Allison lifted her hips some, reached down and grasped his prick and began to rub its head up and down her pussy. She worked it till it was positioned on her vagina properly and then tried to slide it into her tight passage. Brad angled his hips up toward her to help, and pushed his cock up into her. He could feel that tight ring of muscle protecting her almost virginal cunt spread and surround the head his prick as he entered her.

Allison pulled back slightly and moaned softly against his mouth. "Oh Brad, I can't believe how good it is when I feel you going into me... when I feel your prick going in." She kissed him quickly, "The sensation of something like that going up into my body... I can't really describe it." She giggled softly, "But God, I love it... I really do." She wiggled her hips and pressed down on him trying get him as deep as possible — she wanted every bit him in her.

She extended her arms and pushed herself up and back upon his prick and he thrust upward. "Oh... that's it, honey... push it in deep, as deep as you can," she whispered in a husky choked voice. She drew her knees up some, spread them to the side and rock up into a sitting position. Brad put his hands up and cupped her breasts letting her put some of her weight on them and helping her maintain the upright posture — speared on his hard prick. He massaged her breasts, teasing and lightly squeezing the taut nipples as Allison began to make small up and down movements with her hips.

"That's the way Allison... fuck me... fuck me as hard as you want to," Brad murmured as he squeezed her nipples a little harder. "Do you like for me to talk sexy to you? To talk dirty to you? I love to feel your hot, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I like the way your pussy grips my prick and squeezes it when you cum... when your pussy is throbbing and cumming. I want to feel you cum and cum... I want to hear you when you cum."

As Brad whispered to her, Allison movements became faster, her ass rising higher and ramming down on his stiff shaft with more force. Suddenly, she straighten her legs out behind her and let herself collapse down upon Brad; her hand felt for his face to guide her lips to his. "Oh... fuck me... fuck me hard," she moaned softly, her lips pressed against his.

Brad kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth, dueling with her tongue. He slid his hands down her back and gripped her buttocks pulling her against him as he raised his hips upward driving his prick deeper into her wet cunt. Every time their pubic bones would meet he would grind himself against her trying to rub the top of his shaft against what had to be a very sensitive and engorged clit.