Editor's note: thanks again to kenjisato for his great edit. This is the second chapter of my new story "Voluntary Love". This takes the original semi-autobiographical chapter into the full realm of fantasy! enjoy!
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My alarm went off at 6:00am. I woke straightaway. Mainly because I really wanted a piss, but also because of the nice things going on also below my waist. A soft hand was gently running up and down my piss-induced erection, slowly transforming it into a turned-on hard-on.
"Good morning," I mumbled, turning my head to face my bed companion.
"Hello!" she said, with a smile in her voice. "How are you?"
"Needing a piss and getting turned-on."
"Go to the loo but come straight back," Jane breathed into my ear.
All blokes will tell you pissing through a hard-on is both difficult and uncomfortable. For a blind person, doing it standing up—is impossible. Basically because you can't aim properly, it goes everywhere, not to put too fine a point on it! So I have to sit down, but then you go through the discomfort of bending your cock down to aim it into the pan. What a palaver!
But I got there eventually, and was heading back to the bedroom. By the time I reached my side of the bed, I was relieved I was at three-quarter mast.
"Here I am!" Jane breathed huskily, pulling my left hand towards her. She placed it firmly on her sticky, hairy cunt. Her legs were spread; I immediately got to work, stroking her lips. She sighed, and pulled my head to hers. The kiss was urgent for that time in the morning, lips sliding and tongues working.
I had a finger inside her and she had been wanking me for a couple of minutes, when she urged me on top.
Her legs crossed over my waist, as her feet pushed my bum into her. We moved together with short quick movements, immediately breathing hard with lust.
"Let's fuck!"! Jane gasped, quickening her movements. I responded and had my head down next to hers, gripping her shoulders, as I matched her.
The headboard was hitting the wall with a quick rhythm, and the springs were creaking as we went at it like rabbits. We paused once to get our breaths back, but when we went again, we didn't stop until we both came.
"A bit energetic for six in the morning!" I panted, wrapping my arms around her.
"I wanted to know you hadn't changed your mind," she said, still breathing hard.
"What about?" I asked, uncertain.
"Fucking me and loving me. I'm old enough to be your mother, and we might never be able to do anything properly."
There was real sadness in her voice. I cuddled her even harder and kissed her hair.
"The last few days have been the best of my life. If this stopped now, it would take something fucking special to beat them. I'm in love with you and that won't change whatever happens. Cliche alert, but what will be, will be. I never thought I'd hear myself say this or believe it, as I'm the universe's worst glass-half-empty man, but let's just take it a bit at a time!"
"I think there was more than one cliche in that!" she said, then laughed. "I love you, too. And thanks."
We cuddled in silence stroking each other.
"What time do you need to get up?" she asked.
"I need to be out by quarter to eight to get to work by nine. What time is it now?"
"A quarter to seven."
"I don't want to, but I need to get up. When will I see you again?" I broke into a very poor impression of the three degrees.
"I don't think you are up to joining my choir, yet," Jane laughed.
"I have choir practice tonight and orchestra on Wednesday. Why don't I come Thursday?"
"I'd love you to—cum—on Thursday," I said. My mouth closed on her right tit and my fingers entered her to make the point.
"If you are quick, I'll cum," she groaned. I was, and she did!
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Although her husband was away and that gave her space to ring me, she didn't. By Thursday, of course, my half-empty glass was completely dry! I had convinced myself, again, she had had second thoughts, and she would either ring me to tell me it was over, or when she came round, she would ask if we could go back to how it was before Friday.
And when I opened the door to her on Thursday evening, fully dressed, my worst fears seemed true. When she was inside, I put my arms out to find her to kiss her, but she moved away.
"Let's go into the living room."
Her voice was neutral, and certainly had no affection in it.
"I've made some coffee," I said, trying to hide the desolation from my voice. "Do you want some?"
"That would be nice, thanks." Still the neutrality, nothing else.
I made the coffee, feeling the worst I had in my life. The half-empty side of me had been expecting this, but it was still a shock and shit.
I took her coffee in. "Are you on the settee?"
"Yes, over here. Thanks." she said, taking the coffee.
I went back to the kitchen and got mine. When I entered the living room, I paused. Before Friday, I would have sat in the armchair, away from her. So that's what I did now.
"Have you got any reading?" she asked, matter-of-factly.
Without a word, I got up and got the pile off the table. I took it to the settee, where she took it off me silently. For a second, I stood there, expecting her to say something else. She didn't.
"I'm just going to the loo," I said, and left the room quickly. I didn't really need the loo. I just needed time to think. I was still feeling really shitty, but also starting to get angry. Even if she had, as she clearly had, decided she didn't want to have a physical relationship any more, she could have handled it better. I knew I genuinely loved her, and if she said to me she loved me, how could she change so quickly?
So by the time I went back into the living room, I was determined to say something.
But she got there first, "Before we start reading, can you help me with something, please?"
"Can I say something first?" I said, an edge in my voice; I didn't move to sit down, I just stood there.
"I really need you to help me first, please."
For the first time tonight there was some passion in her voice, but it sounded more pleading than anything else.
I hesitated again, then my feelings for her won. "Okay, what is it?"
"Come over here please, and sit down next to me."
I moved slowly, found her foot with my foot, and sat down next to her, but our bodies were not touching. There was a long silence, before she spoke again.
When she did, it was very quiet. "I would like you to start making love to me when I start reading. I want to see how far I can get before you make me cum."
I loved Jane deeply, but she didn't have to make it difficult. The change in her was ridiculous. I just turned to her, a look of total confusion on my face.
She read and understood it. "I know I was a cow when I came in. Make me cum and I'll explain everything. I want you so much, and love you more!"
The kiss was so stupidly tender, it would have melted the Titanic iceberg.
"Your wish is my command, your ladyship." I often called her that, to gently take the piss out of her. She knew that things were okay.
"Right," she said, adopting a work-like tone. "This first thing is a letter from your trade union."
I took in the words, but my nose was elsewhere. There's a myth that your senses improve when you go blind. I don't think they do. You just learn to use them more and become more aware of them. So I nuzzled Jane's neck, breathing in her sexy perfume as I licked just below her ear. She shivered a little, but carried on.
We were onto a letter from my bank, by the time I had sucked both nipples through her bra and t-shirt; then removed both, to feast on the naked glory. By the time I had moved onto the floor in front of her, she was breathing hard and occasionally moaning, but was still persevering; even if her voice had got noticeably deeper.
"This is a copy of the constitution of that group you've helped set up for disabled people. Shall I go through it?"
She gave a definite moan, as I sucked her naked big toe, before sliding my hands up the outside of her legs under her long skirt.
She had reached the second page before she let out a, "Oh fuck!" as working between very-spread legs, I kissed and licked slowly up the inside of each thigh.
The aroma between her legs was amazingly good. There is a very distinctive scent to a turned-on pussy which was similar to all pussies, even in my limited experience.
It hit me like sound waves and I revelled in it. I expected my nose to bump against her bush, but she was wearing knickers. They felt silky and wet.
Jane had just started the membership section, when she let out another expletive. I had run my tongue up down and around the gusset of her knickers, making them even wetter, while my hands pinched and pulled at her nipples. I hadn't detected the papers she was reading when I reached up, so I guessed she was holding them up above her head to read them. Very dedicated!
I moved back from under her skirt, and slid my hands around her bum. I had her skirt and knickers down quickly. Her legs opened even wider, to invite me back in.
This time, I was naughty. This time, I went straight for her clit, sucking it in. My fingers delved straight inside and hooked upwards, remembering her advice about her G-spot. I found a rough area of skin straightaway, and rubbed while I licked and sucked. The reaction was amazing.
"Oh fucking shit, that's fucking great!" she shouted, and both her hands were on my head. She had shouted halfway through a sentence, even though her reading had become very slow and ragged, broken up by lots of breaths and moans. But, at least she had managed it until almost cumming.
And it was very close. I only managed a minute of my finger and tongue, before her body jerked, and she let out several high-pitch moans and groans.
What happened was new to me. Instead of a flood of wetness around my fingers, a jet of liquid came out of her cunt. I had my fingers out and mouth there in a moment. To be honest, it could have been wee, but I just wanted a taste. It tasted of her pussy not wee—tangy and scented. There were three more spurts into my mouth, as her pussy trembled, and she cursed above me.
Finally, I felt her slump back into the cushions. I let my tongue flicker up to her clit again, but she gently pushed me away.
