Chapter 1

When I first met Diane I was 22 and I had just returned from 4 years in the Army. I was renting a small house and working in a warehouse driving a fork lift. It was a nothing job going nowhere.

Most of my friends from high school had either, gone to college and moved away, or they were married and absorbed with their families. This made for very little social life and I was pretty lonely. My closest friend was starting his own business and didn't have much free time. As much as I liked him, we didn't have much in common anymore and would only visit occasionally. In the Army I had worked in a supply room counting sheets and David had been an MP. He really took the career to heart and with the help of his folks had started a private security company. He already had several big clients and looked to do quite well at it.

I didn't feel comfortable in bars or clubs, and as much as I would like to date, I didn't know how to go about meeting a girl. I was about as plain as the day is long and while I had dated some in school, I never had a steady girlfriend. My first sex happened with a hooker in Germany. Later on I was able to bed the wife of the warehouse manager where I worked. She was a nympho and had practically raped me after work one night. Her husband found out about her screwing around and divorced her, but luckily he didn't know that I was one of the men she had been with.

My major hobby was bowling. I wasn't looking to go professional, I just liked to bowl. I was considering joining a league in the fall as a way to meet people with whom I would have something in common.

One Saturday morning I was at the lanes throwing a few when I noticed the group next to me. It was a father, mother and daughter who were having problems. I recognized them as living a couple of doors down from me.

The mother came over to me and asked if I could help them. She said that their daughter had learned to bowl at school and wanted to keep in practice, but the parents didn't know anything about the game. I had been interested before, because it was obvious that the girl was blind. She was doing a pretty good job in spite of this, but she was getting a little testy with her folks.

I said that I would help where I could, and that is how I met Diane Ward and her folks.

Diane was 24, and the kindest way to say it would be that she was not pretty. At first glance you would try to look away from her, but your eyes would be drawn back with morbid fascination. Her dark hair was cut short and her face had a sunken look around the eyes and a uni-brow. Her complexion was kind of sallow, as if she didn't get enough sun. She was also rail thin with barely discernable bulges on her chest. You could see the shape of the bones in her arms through the dark hair curling around them. Not exactly my cup of tea, but I felt sorry for her folks.

I joined them, and after watching her throw a couple of balls I determined that what she needed most was better information. She had learned to bowl at the blind school and had been taught to set herself by stepping a specified distance from the ball return. The problem was that each bowling alley had a slightly different size and shape ball return. Diane was stepping the same distance as she had been before, but was ending up at a different place. Every part of Diane's game came from her starting position; being blind she was not able to adjust to suit a new bowling alley. In order for her to bowl properly she had to start from the same point each time. Once placed at that point she would be able to approach and throw very consistently. I adjusted her placement until I found where she should be. I then showed Missus Ward the proper way to get Diane going. She was going to have to be placed at the line the first time on every new lane.

Once she was set her score went up dramatically. Diane had a nice easy style of bowling and I was amazed at how she did it. When she had her ball and was in position facing the pins she would smoothly approach the line and throw. A lot of sighted bowlers could take a lesson from her. The biggest problem most bowlers have is consistency, they vary their approach and throw without realizing it and so their score goes up and down. Diane's only problem was that when she threw the ball, she tried to put too much strength into the throw, instead of letting gravity do the hard work. I pointed this out to her and explained what she could differently. Diane was a quick study and picked up on it quickly. Soon she started doing better and the last game we did she broke her personal best of 140. She was thrilled.

After the games we went our separate ways and I didn't think much about it till I saw them again next Saturday and they again asked me to join them.

Saturday morning bowling with the Wards became a regular thing, and we would go out for lunch afterwards. Each week I would give Diane a few new tips to help her game and I would then observe her to make sure that she was doing it right. The second week we worked on her follow-thru. A good follow-thru is critical to a consistent throw. The arc your arm follows needs to be the same for each throw. You need to continue the arc up past your shoulder to keep the point of release consistent. Many bowlers ignore this part of the game and their erratic scores show it.

This went on for a couple of months until one Friday evening when I got a call from Mr. Ward.

He asked if I could do them a favor. He and his wife had to go out of town for the weekend to see her sister. He wanted to know if I would take Diane bowling tomorrow.

I agreed and the next morning I picked Diane up at their house. We had a good time bowling and we went on to lunch the same as we usually did. The difference was that this was the first time that I had actually talked to Diane about something other than bowling. When her parents were with us she was very shy and quiet. Today I found that she has a very quick mind and a sharp sense of humor that a bit too often was directed at herself.

At the diner we kept the conversation pretty general, weather and politics and such, but during the drive home it got personal.

"Mom says that you don't have a girlfriend, Aaron. Why not?"

"Girls just never notice me, Diane. I'm kind of boring and plain so I don't date much. Add to that the fact that I don't really have a way to meet anyone to date."

"Your appearance is superficial, Aaron. You are a very nice guy, probably one of the nicest I have ever met, and I'm sure that there is someone around who would be able to discover that. You just have to get out with people so you can meet her."

"I'm glad you think so, Diane. Why don't you have a boyfriend?"

"It's a lot harder for me, Aaron. I know just how ugly I am. Girls like me either find someone at the blind school or die an old maid. Pretty blind girls get a sighted husband, but sometimes they also get raped or abused. There is a down side to everything. The rest of us compete for the blind guys at school. If we don't connect with one of them, there are few chances of finding a man later."

This was getting pretty awkward, so I was glad when we got to her house. I helped her in and said goodbye.

A little later I was watching football on TV when I got a call from Diane. She said that she had forgotten to go to the library yesterday and she had a couple of books that were due and wanted to get some more. She asked if I would take her, and I said okay.

I hoped that our earlier conversation would stay dead, but no such luck.

"You know what would be great, Aaron?" When I professed ignorance, she said "If I could have a baby while mom and dad are still young enough to help me raise it."

I got a little flustered at that, "Do you have a father in mind?"

She turned that ravaged face to me and it was if she could read my mind. "The only guy I know probably won't want to do it, Aaron."

We got to the library then, and after I helped her in, I looked around while she took care of what she needed.

I loved to read but hadn't been to this library for some time. I mostly shopped at used bookstores and the mall.

When Diane was ready to leave I saw that the books she had gotten on tape were the same ones I read. This gave me a new avenue of conversation to get away from the stickiness of earlier.

I thought that I had avoided a bad situation until we got to her house. Diane turned to me as I stopped and said "Aaron, would you please fuck me and get me pregnant?"

To say that I was stunned would be understating by a few values. The last thing I wanted right now was the complications of this. I liked Diane, but the thought of holding and kissing her did not excite me at all, in fact my cock was trying to retreat back into my abdomen.

The silence was starting to get solid when she continued, "Look, you don't have to stay around or anything, just get me pregnant and mom and dad will do the rest."

I had to ask, " ... do they know about this?"

"Sure, I would never do anything like this without talking to them first. They want a grandchild and they agree that you would be a great father for it. If I'm going to do this mom says that a least the guy should be someone I like."

She was talking so fast that she was having trouble breathing, "I know that I'm not pretty but I don't want to die alone and a virgin. The only thing I'll ever be is a pity fuck, so please pity me enough to take my maidenhead."

I couldn't see a way out of this, if I said no it would destroy her and she might never have the courage to ask anyone again; but if I said yes I wasn't even sure I could do it.

At this time in my life my only sexual release was at the coin-op porno booths at the local sex store, and rented videos. The booths gave me the creeps because of the faggots who would stand around waiting to give or get a blowjob, and there were only so many videos available. The upshot is that I was usually horny, but that would only take a guy so far. She was asking for way beyond that.

I tried to stall, "I don't pity you Diane, I do like you, but more like a sister than a date. I don't want to hurt you and let you think I wanted to be your boyfriend."

"Oh come on, try a little incest then. Be my big brother, take my cherry, and plant a bastard in me as if you want to. If you say no I will probably have to pay a bum to do the job. I promise I'll leave you alone after I'm pregnant and you'll never have to see me again."

I really didn't have much choice, "when?"

"This is as good a time as any, I should be ovulating now and you can get the job done quickly."

"Damn it Diane, don't talk like that. This is not an unpleasant task to be gotten through. (That is what was in my mind, but I could never be so cruel as to say that to her. The more I thought about it the more I realized that the one-eyed snake was as blind as she was and maybe this wouldn't be too bad.)

"Oh I don't expect it to be unpleasant at all, in fact I expect you to make me feel better than I ever have before."

"Diane, I haven't got much experience at this so don't get your hopes up higher than I can reach. I will do my best for you, but I'm not making any promises."

"Would you like to go to my place or stay here Diane?"

"I think your place would be better."

When we got to my house, I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. I could feel her pulse and it felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest. I needed some way to calm her down.

"I'm sorry Diane, but I didn't get a shower this morning, and I am starting to get a little rank. Would you mind if I got one now?"

"Can I join you?"

Oh well, in for a dime, in for a dollar. "Sure you can, that would be fun. I'll go ahead in and get undressed, you can do it here."

"Don't be silly Aaron, I can't see you and you are going to see me soon anyway, just go ahead and take your clothes off and so will I."

It felt weird undressing in front of her, and it just kept getting weirder. She took her blouse off and she wasn't wearing a bra, she didn't need to. Her boobs were two nipples lying on flat eggs hanging against her ribs. When she took her slacks down and kicked her shoes off my partially growing erection vanished. Her feet were long and narrow and her legs were very thin and slightly bowed out. The worst thing though was the hair. It was everywhere. I had spent time in Germany so I was used to women who didn't shave their legs, but this was ridiculous. I have never seen that much hair. It started around her navel, and continued down her legs to her feet. Most of it was thin enough to see the skin beneath, but the bundles of wiry curls sticking out of the top and legs of her panties were obscene. Diane took a deep breath and pulled her panties down, and I couldn't see anything but hair.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and I couldn't do either without hurting her feelings.

"This isn't fair Aaron, you can see me but I can't see you."

"What do you mean?"

Then I remembered when we first met and she had "seen" my face with her hands. She had run her fingers lightly over my features and gotten a mental picture of my face.

"Please Aaron, let me see you."

She was slowly walking toward me as she said this. I didn't have any way out, so I took her hand and pulled her to me where I sat on the bed.

Luckily she didn't go directly for my dick, which was about as soft as it could get. Then I got a surprise. She started with her hands at my face and slowly moved them around and down and the feeling was incredible, her hands were just barely touching my skin as they moved and the feeling was almost an electric tickle. By time she got to my nipples I was starting to get aroused again and when she got to my hips, Herman was at attention.

I reached down and started to rub her shoulders and neck, but then she went on down to my feet and started up again. She left my dick for last and then just took her time and felt every bit from the balls to the tip.

"If you keep that up I may have an accident Diane."

"Oh we wouldn't want that," she stood up "which way to the shower?"

I took hold of her upper arm and steered her to my bathroom. While I got the water to the right temperature she continued to move her hands over and around my body. The sensations were getting pretty extreme and I was becoming glad that I taken her up on her offer.

When the water was right I helped her step into the shower and handed her a washrag and a bar of soap.

"Will you do my hair for me Aaron?"

I wanted to ask which part, but didn't. While she soaped up the rag I squeezed some shampoo onto her head and mine. I proceeded to work the shampoo in and get a good lather, and then did my own. Diane wasn't idle either; she was running the washrag over my chest and down to my crotch. Up and down about four times, then she stepped in to me and moved the rag around to my butt. She wiped it all around and into my crack and made sure I was clean.