Chapter 34: Clinic Day 6 — Clinic Day 8

I realized that when I woke up that I had no idea what time of day it was since I could not see a clock. It seems that a clock is the one thing the Light Saber did not have built into it. With the need to pee winning out over everything else, I headed into the bathroom to take care of that and then get a shower.

As the water cascaded over my shoulders and back, I started thinking back of what had happened yesterday. It hit me that I was a kid secret agent and only 14. It was definitely not the crap in any of the Disney or Nickelodeon kid spy movies either. I did not like that I got pushed around and threatened that they would kill me. The rest of the mission was actually fun. It was nice knowing that at least some of what had happened to me because of the lightning strikes actually allowed me to help the police arrest the bad people. Then, there was how I was now able to protect myself from the bullies in ways they could never think was possible because of my situation in any way. I know I don't want to be blind for real, but just as I told Steve, I wanted to finish the blind kid accelerated program just like any of the other unsighted kids. It gave me something else I could do for real that would let me help Steve again and again if they needed me. I could never just fake it if I was not really blind like the contacts made me right now.

I was still enjoying the shower when a girl's voice asked, "David, is it cool if I hang out in here and talk while you shower? I have been watching you with a lot of the others at night, and you seem really cool. I truly need to talk to someone about stuff. I think I can trust you. So far, you are the only one I have found."

"Well I can't see you, but if you have been watching me at night, I know you have already seen me naked a bunch. As long as you aren't going to make me get out of the shower to talk, then I don't mind if you stay. The shower feels really great right now, and I could stay in here all day," I told her.

I did not get her name, but she was sure filled with lots of questions.

"How are you so cool about being naked in front of all of them," she asked.

"After being in the hospital in a coma for a while and then having lots of doctors and nurses seeing me naked, I just got used to it. Plus here I get to see other boys with boners too, but they are not having them because we are doing any sex stuff. I can look at them to see how mine compares to theirs without being called gay or stuff like that. Girls being naked around me is, well, just cool. I am fourteen and have jacked off to pictures and movies from the Internet for years. I am not going to turn down being able to look at real naked girls who don't mind if I look. They are undressed because they want to be and are letting me look without slapping me or getting mad at me checking them out. Where I live if a boy stares at a girl's tits for even a second he will get slapped. Those girls are all dressed with bras, undershirts, and shirts on."

She waited a minute or two before inquiring, "I just started getting boobs and hair all over before my eyes started to mess up. At first, I thought I was really weird to want boys to see me naked. I hoped that if I was nude, they would get nude too. Then I would get to see their hard cocks. I am too scared about what comes next to do more than that. I can't even touch myself down there no matter how wet all of this makes me. Mom always told me it was wrong and bad to touch between my legs when not going to the bathroom. Why is ok for boys to do that and not girls?"

I wanted to laugh; I really did, but I held it in.

"Your mom lied to you," I told her. "I think every girl's mom does it to keep them from finding out how good touching themselves feels. Moms don't want to get the girls to be bored with playing with their clits that they start doing sex. For boys, sex just gets sticky and messy. For girls getting pregnant can ruin the rest of their lives. Everyone does it, everybody. It is as natural as the changes in our bodies that let us make babies."

"But I am so scared because everyone says it hurts worse than anything ever when a girl does it the first time. I heard I will bleed buckets too," she said sounding a bit scared.

Many I really should laugh, but I won't.

Calmly, I told her, "Actually doing sex, when a boy puts his boner into your pussy, is what hurts the first time. Playing with your clit won't hurt at all unless you have something wrong down there or are not careful with your fingernails. Right inside your pussy there is a piece of skin that covers your vagina. To get a dick in there it has to be ripped open. That is what hurts a girl the first time and also bleeds. If you try to use your fingers to rub around inside you can make it hurt too, if not being careful."

She didn't say anything for more than a minute. Then she asked if she could look at my dick closely. The girl was very ardent about only looking, no touching, kissing or anything else. My dick thought that was a grand idea and put on its best show. A few minutes later I heard the shower curtain being pulled closed again.

"Ok, I feel all wet again like I peed myself and tingly down there. How do I do this masturbating thing you said girls do," she asked me seriously, but with a hint of a frustrated whine.

How the heck do I tell a girl how to rub her own pussy?

Picturing all the pussies I have ever seen before in pictures and up close since I came out of the coma, I told her, "Well I am not a girl, but I know that there is this bump at the top of your crack that you can rub to feel good. The best way I can say to find it is to push your fingers inside to find the hole at the bottom inside your crack. Then move your fingers up unto you find where the sides come together. The bump should be right there. You will have to spread your legs pretty wide to be able to really rub all over down there. Girls had told me that you will want to use your pussy juices when rubbing your clit so that you don't make it get raw when trying to cum."

I heard her moving around out in the bathroom followed by some wet sounds. She was not saying anything or asking any questions now. Being really horny from last night and having a girl rubbing her wet pussy for the first time got me stroking my dick really fast. I was just shooting cum all over the shower when I felt a cold breeze.

"Sorry, I did not know you were doing that," she said very shyly.

"I am done now," I replied back as I milked out the last drops of cum.

She stood there waiting, as the cold air chilled me a bit, before saying, "I need help. I tried what you said and can't find the bump where you said it should be. This is not the touching I talked about before. It is cool if you don't want to touch me. I would really be grateful if you could just show me where it is so I can take it from there. After that I don't need you to do anything else, ok?"

"Sure, but it has to be really fast. I am starting to turn into a prune," I told her since I felt she was sincerely telling the truth.

Moving around to get a leg on the side of the tub and not get wet, she guided my hand to her soft downy curls. They covered the sides and a little bit on top of her pussy. Why she could not find her clit herself was beyond me? It had to be because it was so much bigger compared to other girls I had seen. To me, it felt as big as my pinkie, and it was pushing out right at the top of her crack. Her moans told me that there was nothing wrong with her clit at all.

"Oh David, I was told never to touch that spot. It was a secret that no one, but my parents were ever to know about. My husband would be arranged, and I would just be his wife for bearing his children. I always thought it was a little penis since it got hard and sticks out an inch when I start to get wet. Mom told me that when I started to grow into a woman, I had to make sure to never do anything that might make it feel really weird. She said it would squirt out sperms that would get me pregnant. She had two cousins and a little sister who had a penis, balls and vagina. She said they got themselves pregnant by playing with theirs. I'd better not ever play with mine," she told whispered.

This time I did laugh as I explained, "That is not a penis at all, and I did not feel any balls. You are all girl as far as I can tell. Your clit is just bigger and longer than other girls. Why don't you try to rub it and see if it works for you, then? From how much you moaned when I rubbed it a little bit, I bet it is just as sensitive as it is big."

She was nice enough to close the curtain before she moved off to lie on the floor of the bathroom. I asked her to be sure I would not step on her when I got out as I turned off the water. Feeling around, I finally found the towels hanging just outside the shower. Before long, there was definitely a wet sound that was getting a lot louder. I turned on the place in my head to find the squiggly lines of her body just long enough find her body, but not really watch what she was doing. That quick look was more than enough to see a big bunch of orgasm energy building up inside her. My dick was rock hard again by the time I dried off. Knowing about where she was on the floor let me step around her as I went out to my room. A few minutes later I heard the toilet flush, and then she came out.

When she asked if she could hug me, I expected to feel her naked body, or at least her naked pussy, to push against me. Instead, she was fully dressed in silk pajamas. She molded her body to mine and pulled my head down into a kiss as she let her hands wander down over my butt. I did the same to her, letting my hands rub over the top of her pajamas at first. Once the kiss got pretty heated, I let my hands slide inside her pajamas pants. She really started kissing now and rubbing my butt. I had let my hand travel up under her top to rub on her back as she was starting to grind her pussy into my dick.

She must have cum.

One second she was trying to mold my butt with her hands and the next she was working to pull away from me.

"I am so sorry. It was completely my fault. I told you I did not want to have you touch me like, you know, a lover. After you showed me where I needed to rub, I could not resist giving you a kiss. Your tight muscled butt turned me on so much that I wasn't able to stop what we were doing," she said as she tried to get her breath. "You were right about my clit thing being really sensitive too. I would be begging you to take me right now if your dick had not hit it in just the right way to make it feel great again. I have to go right now, or I will never be able to leave your side. No wonder everyone says are so super cool around girls. If you had let my pajama pants drop you would be inside me right now. I am so ready to keep going that I have to go right now. I won't be able to stop if we start kissing again."

She hurried toward the door and was a few steps down the hall before I heard her running back into my room. Her pajamas made a swishing sound as she tossed them toward a chair or table in the room. Before she even pushed up against me, her hand was gripping my boner. Luckily, I was about three inches taller than her so my dick just pointed at the floor.

"Why don't we get on the bed instead of standing," I told her,

You would have thought she had won the lottery, and I was her prize from the way she pulled me over to my bed. Once she was up on it, I moved up as well. I moved myself to stay at the foot of the bed. As horny as I got so soon after jacking off in the shower, I was not about to let this girl's first two orgasms make all worried about later.

I found her feet, slid up between her legs, and started licking her pussy all over. She really liked that idea and locked her legs around my head. I am truly glad that she got off easily. Her pussy juices had a really bitter taste, and I was sure I would not want to lick her for very long. Looking inside her, I waited for her to cum the first time and then started holding back the orgasm energy from her. She was going wild trying to cum, and it was just not happening until I decided it was time. Using my middle finger, I found exactly what I expected, she had no cherry. Adding another finger still did not make her very tight inside. Maybe, she had lost her cherry and had used some stuff to figure out how to cum, but not from how scared she was about losing her cherry. I did not find anywhere inside her pussy that caused any orgasm energy to build. I continued finger fucking her as I sucked her big clit. I paused until she was overflowing with orgasm energy waiting to be released. I teased her as I slowly let it trickle in order to make her have a really small orgasm. I let it get up to where it was only as big as the ones she had before, and I let all the orgasm energy go at once. She flopped all around on my bed before going limp. I heard her start snoring as I worked to get my head free of her legs.

As I was sitting on the edge of the bed, I felt a pair of hands on my knees, gently trying to spread them open. I was quickly sucked off, and then I heard them quietly scurrying down the hall. Someone else was there getting me dressed to go to blind training before I even realized what had just happened.

I had no idea what time it was and did not even get to eat anything before I was in a classroom with other blind kids. We spent the whole day learning how to read Braille. It was not just learning letters like before. We were learned punctuation, along with the Braille for and, for of, the, and with. I was starving and exhausted by the time we got a break for a late lunch. We were back in the room learning ch, gh, sh, th, wh, ed, er, ou and ow. Each of us had to be able to read a whole chapter of a book out loud. We had to be 100% correct before they allowed us to go get dinner. The book was a little kid story book, and I knew all the stories. What tripped me up was that this edition was written in British English instead of American English. I know I was surely not the first one to leave, but I was not exactly the last.

I guess it was good, in some way that we didn't have to find our way back to our rooms tonight. I vaguely remember someone guiding me toward a bed after I finished dinner. I am sure I was dressed last night when I went to bed. Why am I naked this morning?

We had all been woken up and told not to bother getting dressed. There were not clothes and all of us were all naked.

Ok ... well that at least explains me being naked.

We were told to use the bathroom and then make our way out the main door, down the hall, turn right and find a seat. We were going to be swimming again before breakfast.

At least, I was getting breakfast this morning.

"For those of you, who noticed the texture of the floors, lack of antiseptic smell, textured walls and change in the echo of your footsteps, congratulations! We drugged you and moved you last night to a survival school. For the next forty-eight hours, you will be relying on each other to find food, water, shelter and navigate the forest, just as the military forces do that train here. We have made special accommodations, where required, to ensure your safety. Now that everyone has arrived, we will proceed to give you your instruction. Then you will be fitted with a very basic flotation device and given water shoes to protect your feet against objects you are unable to see," a deep voiced woman told us. "For any of you to be able to leave this program, you must pass this course, no matter how many times it takes for you to succeed. You will return to the clinic until that goal has been accomplished."

These water shoes suck! Mine at home are better than these.

Those of us that had the Light Sabers got a special sling that would ensure they remained dry. It was supposed to keep them waterproof down to 15 meters. The floatation vests were made to not hamper us swimming like a normal life vest and just helped us float up to the surface. It would also get our head out of the water if we got into trouble. All we needed to do was go completely limp for them the work. Anyone who activated theirs would fail and have to start over tomorrow. The vests had a pocket for our white canes.

"Any questions before you head out," a man asked.

A girl somewhere near the door asked, "What if we need to use the bathroom?"

I could hear the smile on the man's face as he said, "Does a bear shit in the woods? Well now so will you. There are no toilets, toilet paper, face scrubs, shampoo, toothpaste, or any other modern nicety you are used to back at the clinic. If you don't want to step in someone else's crap, then you better make sure their partner gets them well off the path to do their thing. If you can't stand using leaves to wipe your butt, next you need to be really good at hoarding the napkins inside your Meals Ready to Eat (MREs) waiting out there for you. Care in navigating will provide access to small streams where you may choose to clean yourself up."

It hit me that the clinic was not much further south than where I lived. November was way too damn cold to swim.

Before I even began wondering how cold it was outside the woman said, "Each member of your group can choose to go it alone or work together inside the larger group. Our staff will not be interacting with you. They will not be close enough to you for you to know they are there. Their only role is to ensure your safety from the local wildlife. The sun has not risen yet, so if you hurry on your way, none of you will get sunburned before you are able to dress at the other side of the lake. This is where your first meal of the day awaits."

They had us walk through the doors at the end of the hall, handed us some plastic covered papers and told us they would see us in 48 hours. Those that failed the course would be starting with a new team the next day following their failure.

Outside it was already very warm to me, and I started to sweat even without the sun being up. The man and woman wished us luck as they closed the doors behind us. Not even knowing which way to go, one of the girls said we all had to read our papers to get our instructions. None of us had the complete set of instructions, only a small part. There turned out to be three full copies of the instructions for our group of twenty-four.

Our first task was to search around the area outside the door to find small water-proof hip packs that each had a single item we would need to navigate. Mine had a talking compass. I had no idea how to use it, and the instructions with it said to hold it level and it read out the direction where it was pointed when I pushed the button on it. The other bags appeared to have either a talking compass, parts of a map to the lake or the map of the lake. Both of the map pieces were tactile topographic maps that the kids said had details on trees and deep spots in the lake. At a table near where we found the packs, one of the girls, Julian, walked us through orienting the map like she learned in Boy Scouts.

Her saying she was in the Boy Scouts stopped all our other attempts to get us started. She was forced to stop and explain how a girl got into the Boy Scouts. It turned out that she was not in the Boy Scouts, but from a part of the world where there were Girl Guides and Boy Scouts. There were not a lot of meeting places around her home, so the guides and scouts teamed up to share one large room for their meetings. Over time, the two groups realized that the guides were learning many of the things the scouts were to get their merit badges. Not having as many skilled leaders to teach the guides what they needed to know, the girls started to work together with the boys on the merit badges. Before long, they were going on camping trips together. A girl and boy were never allowed to be alone together, but once they had earned the trust of their leaders; it was not usual for boys and girls to go off unsupervised on hikes.

She answered a few questions about how it all worked, and then we were back to figure out where we had to go and how to get there.

I had expected the lake to be right at the edge of the building from the way the man and woman had talked. It turns out the lake was almost a mile away. I was already starving! We stopped three times for people to go wandering off into the woods to use the bathroom. At least when we got to the lake, the water was both refreshing and pretty warm. Julian said that the Braille on the map for the lake instructed us to go about two hundred yards north-east, turn east and then go another hundred yards to the shore.

Half the time we were in the water the lake was not higher than my shoulders. That was fine for me, but we had kids with us who were too short to have their heads above water. One person held out their arms to help pull that kid along. Where we had to swim, we played Marco Polo. Small groups would swim out a ways and tread water. The front group used their compass to keep us, mostly on course. They would swim out so far and then call out Marco for the next group to call Polo. That group swam toward the sound of the others. We did this each time we got to a point where no one could stand up. I had no idea how we would know that we had gone two-hundred yards. It turns out; there was a long floating rope that crossed over the part of the lake going to the north-east. We all took a little rest holding onto it before going the last one hundred yards. It was good we did. The last part was almost all swimming. At the few places, some of us could touch bottom, we had to hold up the shorter kids, so they could rest. Once we got to the shore, we found out that four kids used his or her life vests to quit.

The map pieces for the lake did not have any details about the land on this side. Getting out our instructions again, Julian said that we needed to continue to the east until we found the next area. There were no details on how far it would be. I assumed again that as soon as we got out of the lake successfully we would get food and clothes. Some of the kids decided to take off their life vests; I kept mine on keeping my cane in for now since the Light Saber sling was not big enough to hold both.

After some discussion, we decided the best thing to do would be to get one person with a Light Saber and one with a white cane out front. Everyone would put a hand on the shoulder of the person in front of them, and we would go in a group that way. At about, the middle of the group there would be one person on each side with a cane tapping out to make sure we did not have a dangerous drop the two in the front missed.

It was now a lot hotter than when we started. At least, everyone who had to pee had done it during the first hike down to the lake or in the water, so we only needed to stop once for a boy who just could not hold it in. He was really nice about it and made sure he went back down toward the lake with his partner before he did his thing in the woods. By the time we finally got to where we found a paved area, I was starving and terribly thirsty.

Carefully, we explored the paved area to see what was there for us, if anything. As we worked in small groups, we located bags that had our names on them in Braille. Inside mine was a pair of boxers, shorts, jeans, t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt, socks, and some hiking boots. From hearing some girls complain; they got pretty much the same. No panties or bras, just boxers for underwear.

One girl here found that her bag had a sheet of laminated directions. I know that I was not good at reading Braille. They had done something to it that prevented the Light Sabers from being able to read it. All the kids who read Braille the best out of the group passed it around to be sure they had a really good idea of what it told us. I was barely able to make out a few basic words.

The note said, "The jeans, long-sleeve shirts, and legionnaire hats are your sunscreen. You have four MREs for your meals and four one liter water bottles. There will be no additional food or water provided on your trip. Each backpack has either a tent and tent poles, or a water purification filter pump along with a sleeping bag. At this time, it will now be mid-day. A large number of MREs are at this location. We have provided a large container of fresh water to replenish your water bottles before departing. At the trail head you will find four identical maps of your route to the pickup point. If you fail to arrive within thirty-six hours, you fail the course and have to begin a new course the following day."