Chapter 3: UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL IN THE DARK
The house was finally still. Billie's room was almost completely dark. but She moved around confidently in it, since she knew its geometry like the back of her hand. The only light was a slender shaft of moonlight filtering through the curtains. She thought about Corky. Maybe it wasn't so bad being blind, if your surroundings were familiar, she thought.
The closet door held a full length mirror. Billie's tried to view her naked form in it, nearly impossible in the dim illumination, but that too, she knew like the back of her hand. She was still electrified by the evening spent "teaching" Corky about girls. Wow! Was she the teacher? or the teachee? What she could see of herself, she liked, and knew Corky liked too, and would soon like even more.
She cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger as he had done. She loved the feeling it gave her, but it wasn't the same. Lifting them really high, one at a time, she tried to get her nipples into her mouth. She could touch each one by stretching her tongue way out, but that was about it. Oh well, some things are better left to others, she thought with a grin.
She placed her fingers flat against her inner thighs, as high up as she could get them, resting her thumbs on her pubic bone and thrusting herself forward, recalling Corky's fascination when removing her stockings. How could the man not have noticed her waiting pussy? But he seemed not to.
"Now, now, don't touch it!" she said to herself. "You promised him, remember?"
She squeezed her own ass cheeks as Corky had done, but it did nothing for her. What was it with him and that touch of his, anyway? And what he had done with her back, her ordinary back for Pete's sake, was just amazing. She had no idea her back could be an erogenous zone.
"Enough of this," she said to herself. "You've got a late date, sweetie, and you have to dress just right for it!"
She gave herself a thousand watt smile in the mirror, but could barely make it out in the dim illumination. Now let's see. What should she wear for a date at nearly one in the morning with a very attractive blind man she would be joining in the downstairs bedroom? Slippers at least, so as not to stub her toes in the dark. Maybe that would be all.
"Come on, girl," she said to herself, "just cool it! You got to wear something else, or you'll scare the poor boy." And there was the risk, slight though it was, of being detected by Mother or Daddy without a stitch on. She would not put them through that, again. Best not even think about that.
This would be delicate, she knew. She and Corky were moving quickly, maybe too quickly. Everyone knows a person's first fuck is a big deal, no question about it. As for Billie, she loved being sexual, but she had a rule she did not want to break. She and a guy had to talk about what it meant to fuck, and they had to do it while fully dressed, and with a soft dick and a dry pussy besides. If they both wanted to, then they had to wait a full week, and see if they still did. It was amazing to think of all the cowboy cock she missed out on that way, but it cut down on the mistakes. Then too in Montana she was the ranch owner's niece, and jail bait besides, so that helped.
Besides, there were lots of way to get off besides the classic penetration fuck, and they were all incredibly fun, in her opinion. Billie recalled how she and Marianne had decided you could penetrate without fucking, and fuck without penetrating, to name just two of their discoveries during the summer of their fifteenth year.
Would Corky understand that? He would have to. On the other hand, if he didn't, she might just -- well, she would have to see, that's all.
Later she slipped quietly from her room, the dim moonlight providing just enough illumination for Billie to find her way. She did the stairs by stepping only on those places she knew to be squeak free. When at last she reached the downstairs bedroom, Billie's attire was a compromise. It wasn't much, that part was for Corky, but it would not totally shock her parents either, if she were spotted going down or coming back. It was her usual night attire, a pair of panties and an extra long short sleeved T-shirt. The rubbing of the fabric against her bare nipples was a reminder that she was a girl, or rather, a woman. It was so romantic! She was feeling so wicked. It was delicious.
Meanwhile, with his hands and feet entangled in seaweed, Corky found himself literally in the middle of a wet dream, spread eagles at the bottom of the sea. But there was no fear, and he was able to breathe okay under water. Two octopus like creatures circled him slowly, waiting for him to give them some kind of signal. They were strange looking octopi, having only two long tentacles, a wide mouth at their apex which released an occasional bubble, and a pair of enormous eyes. Corky felt reassured when those eyes winked at him, and the mouths flashed familiar thousand watt smiles as they circled.
Bound hand and foot, Corky had only his erect dick, his mouth, and his eyes with which to signal. He knew they would release him from his imprisonment if he sent the right message. Corky somehow got it right, and the creatures approached to rescue him. One settled over his chest, gently wrapping its tentacles around and under his head, its eyes ablaze, its full lips closing in on his own. The other settled over his lower body, firmly wrapping its tentacles around and under his hips, its eager mouth closing in on his groin. Their twin embrace seemed somehow warm and comforting to Corky, and his pulse and breathing quickened.
Corky tried to stay with his marine rescuers to finish the drama, but he could not. Their watery images wavered, dimmed, and receded, despite his best effort. He was ejected from his dream, awakening with heart pounding, seconds away from a true wet dream. Returning to wakefulness, he felt a weight pressing on his chest, and detected a presence near his face, as though suspended over him. And it was no longer a dream.
Billie, A.K.A. Miss Prepared For Anything Student Nurse, slipped into the room undetected, and soundlessly closed and latched the door. She inched her way closer to the bedside in the darkened room, and laid the hand towel and her slippers on the floor beside the bed. She watched Corky sleeping for a few minutes before revealing her presence. He was a restless sleeper, having thrown back the covers, exposing most of his naked body. His curly patch of chest hair fascinated Billie.
Placing a hand on his chest, she leaned close and whispered, Corky, hush now, shush, it's just me, shush."
"Billie!" Corky whispered. "God, I thought you were an octopus!"
"No, silly, just a girl," and she suppressed a giggle.
Corky pulled her onto the bed next to him, where she willingly collapsed. He gathered her in his arms, and she cradled in his embrace.
"I'm so glad you're a girl," Corky whispered, "because I may need your help tonight in a big way."
"Hey, that's what I'm here for, and I'm glad I'M a girl too," she whispered, sliding her hand down to twist her fingers in his pubic hair. Reaching farther, she gently cupped his balls for a moment, then took his erect dick in her tender grip as before.
"I love you holding me there," whispered Corky hoarsely.
"I love it too, and our being 'touch buddies' too," Billie whispered in reply. "But we got to keep it down, you hear?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Corky whispered, "I'm having a lot of trouble keeping it down!"
Suppressing another giggle, Billie replied, "I'm talking about the noise! All you got to keep down for me is the noise."
