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Author: Sterling
Title: X-rated Vision For the Blind
Summary: Ken is totally blind, but something very strange happens
when he reaches puberty: He starts seeing sex organs. Red is for
male, green for female. Then he finds that the new girl Lisa at
the blind school has the same kind of vision. They are drawn to
each other, and drawn to sexual exploration as they are exposed
before each other. They see things both wonderful and not so
wonderful that are hidden from the sighted.
Codes: mf oral rom safe 1st preg het cons SciFi ESP paranormal

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 9/14/2011.

I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed.
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And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!


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X-rated Vision For the Blind

Wispy phantasms of red, that's what he noticed first. When he was
talking to someone, he'd notice a little glimmer of red, then it
would fade.
 
At first he thought it was another of those false color
experiences he had been having for years, where stars or flashes
or funny patterns would appear in his vision. But as the doctors
explained, that was all in his own head, his brain playing tricks
on him. For while Ken had gone totally blind at age 4, there were
still parts of his brain devoted to vision. They didn't get any
of the signals they needed from his eyes for real sight, but they
still yawned and stretched from time to time to produce visual
sensations.
 
But this was different. He never saw it when he was alone, only
when there was another person. It was the right distance away to
be coming from the person's body. He noticed it most clearly in
class. Mr. North had a tendency to pace as he lectured, and
sometimes Ken saw that barely visible red wisp gliding to the
left, matching the distance and direction of Mr. North himself.
It came from the level of his hips.
 
As the weeks went by he saw the red glimmer more and more often.
It became more than a glimmer, then Ken realized that it had a
shape. There were two separate little circles. Ken began to
suspect he was seeing an outline of Mr. North's balls! He had
considered mentioning these red wispy visions to his doctor, but
had hesitated because it seemed so unlikely that they came from
outside of his skull. When he suspected he was seeing right
through Mr. North's pants and underpants, it shifted from the
unlikely to the seemingly impossible. He knew X-ray vision didn't
exist. What's more, he would be the butt of endless jokes if he
claimed to be seeing the teacher's balls. They'd say his surging
hormones were making him see things -- and without doubt they'd
all think he was gay!
 
It wasn't just Mr. North. He saw nothing when looking at women.
But the red he saw between every man's legs resolved itself into
a pair of red circles. At first he saw nothing when he looked
between his own legs. But Jeff was an older boy whose voice had
deepened recently. He lived in the double next door, and Ken saw
his balls too -- right through the wall, sometimes.
 
Ken had just turned 13 and noticed some changes in himself.
Whenever one of the older girls spoke, he felt a tingle of
something different. When she giggled he sometimes felt a surge
of tenderness for her. He had a heightened sense of smell like
most blind people and often got subtle odors from others. Now he
realized that girls smelled exciting sometimes.

When looking at the newly fascinating girls, sometimes he thought
he saw wisps of green from hip height, but they were too fleeting
for him to be sure.
 
Then one morning in bed Ken saw that his own balls had a faint
red tinge to them. He wished he had paid closer attention in the
"Growing and Changing" part of the health course they had all
been given back when he was 11. Now he found himself listening
with headphones to the Wikipedia entries on "puberty" and
"testicles" and "penis". It said nothing about seeing red with
your eyes closed. He got erections more often, and now he
fingered his balls in wonder, watching the dim redness roll
around in his fingers.
 
Mirrors naturally didn't play a very large role in his life as a
blind boy, but the bathrooms were equipped with them. He was
shocked one day to see while washing his hands a faint purple
glow from the mirror, so deep it almost wasn't a color. He
quickly determined that it was coming from his own head. If he
moved towards the mirror, the glow zoomed in towards him, and if
he shifted left or right it moved with him. No one else's head
showed purple, though.

Then in October a new girl moved to the school. When Lisa came
into the room, he was pretty sure he saw that same deep purple
glowing from her head! He had trouble concentrating as he
contemplated this new development. He'd need to talk to her, but
he couldn't figure out right away how to do that naturally.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
Ken was relaxing in the second floor lounge a couple days later,
listening to music on his old iPod with the earbuds. He liked the
feel of the lounge. He became instantly alert when he saw the
deep purple glow coming into the room. Any doubts as to who it
was were removed when she spoke.
 
"Hi, Ken."
 
"Ummm, you're the new girl? It's, um... Lisa, right?" He could
never have forgotten the name of the girl whose head also glowed
purple. That was on top of the facts that she smelled intriguing,
her voice was like honey -- and she was a girl. He pretended to
be uncertain of her name so she wouldn't think he was obsessed
with her.
 
"Yeah, Lisa."

"Hi, are you finding your way around OK?"

"Yeah, thanks."
 
"Where were you before?"
 
"I was at a school kind of like this when we lived in New Jersey,
but since coming up to Maine I've been living at home."
 
"How long have you been here in Maine?"
 
"About 18 months. I was feeling so lonely at home, all by myself.
And I didn't know any other blind kid in the whole state of
Maine, either."
 
"I think being home is a drag too -- at least these past couple
years."

"Yeah, it was OK when I was younger -- I got homesick at school
at first."

"When I go home, it's nice to see everyone, but of course they
don't get what it's like to be blind. My parents baby me. My
little sister Kathy is just mean sometimes. She'll move my stuff
around and laugh after I'm groping around trying to find
something. She even says she wishes I'd go back to school because
no one pays any attention to her when I'm home. It's all about
'poor brother Ken'."
 
"At least she's honest," said Lisa. "I don't have any brothers or
sisters. It's worse, believe me. All I have are parents who baby
me, and they bug me lately."
 
"I wouldn't be so sure it's worse; you haven't met Kathy."
 
"Whatever."

Their conversation continued in this vein for some time. Ken was
surprised he was doing as well as he was holding up his end, but
Lisa put him at ease somehow.

"Say, how much can you see?" she asked.
 
"Nothing. Well, I see a glow in direct sunshine, that's all."
 
"And were you blind from birth?"
 
"No, accident at age 4."
 
"Bummer." And that was all she said, Ken noted with relief. No
uncomfortable sympathy.
 
"And you?"
 
"Tumor, age 5."
 
"Bummer," echoed Ken. "Did they get it all?"
 
"Wasn't malignant, just happened to be sitting on my optic
nerve."
 
"And do you see anything?"
 
"Nada. Nothing. Zilch." Ken could hear Lisa shifting in her
chair. "Except sometimes I think I'm seeing something, or
imagining I am."

"You mean like your brain making things up?"
 
"I get that too, but it's something else. Like -- I'd swear you
had this weird purple coming out of your head."
 
Ken swallowed hard. "Oh," he said.
 
"What? You think I'm crazy?"
 
"No!"

Did he dare take the next step? Would she think he was trying to
manufacture common ground because he liked her? Was she baiting
him, and going to say it was a joke and of course she didn't see
any such thing. And *he* did? Hahaha.
 
"You know, I've thought that too -- when I look in the mirror.
It's such a funny shade of purple I can barely see it."
 
"Really?" she said with excitement.
 
"Yeah. And your head is purple too -- I think. "
 
"That's it! I see it in the mirror! Oh, my God!"

"Have you seen anyone else with it?"

"No. And you?"

"No."

"I nearly fell over the other day when I came into class and
there was this purple glow."
 
"Me too."
 
"Have you told anyone?"
 
"No -- they'd think I'm crazy."
 
"I know what you mean..." and then she stopped and shifted in her
chair once more.
 
Suddenly the conversation had died. The question burning on Ken's
tongue was whether she saw red when she looked between guys'
legs, and there was absolutely no way he could ask Lisa that! But
she had fallen silent too. He was burning with embarrassment, and
he had the sense she was too.
 
He looked down and his balls showed clearly as little red orbs.
Was she sitting there looking at his balls too? But down around
her waist were two faint green dots -- he hadn't been imagining
seeing green on the women!
 
"When did you first notice the purple in the mirror?" Lisa asked,
somehow getting the conversation going again.
 
"Just a few months ago. You?"
 
"A few years back." She took a deep breath. "Do you see any other
colors?"
 
"Oh, um, yeah, sometimes."
 
"Which ones?"
 
Ken took a deep breath. "Lots of red, and a little green."
 
"Me too," she said slowly. "Me too." There was more silence. "Let
me guess: if I asked you where you saw these colors, you wouldn't
want to, is that right?"
 
"Yes!" hissed Ken at once.
 
"That's what I thought," Lisa whispered.
 
Ken looked down at his balls, and thought about Lisa looking at
them. He was wearing briefs and jeans and she was a blind girl.
How many more guarantees of modesty did a guy need? Yet she was
looking at his balls! He found his cock growing firmer in his
pants, and he reached down quietly to adjust it.
 
He could swear she was smiling -- he just had that sense. Could
she see his cock too? He could only see his balls, and he felt
even more naked not knowing how much she could see.
 
"I've got to go," he said at once, suddenly very self-conscious.
He rose, knocking his cane over in the process. He groped for it
and hurried away.
 
"Bye!" said Lisa after him. "We ought to talk some more."
 
Ken retreated to his room and shut the door, though that was
discouraged during the middle of the day. Fortunately his
roommate Jason was out. He lay on his bed, trying to collect his
thoughts. He replayed his conversation with Lisa over and over,
thinking of her words from every possible angle, trying to divine
hidden meanings that only girls would know. But that last phrase,
"We ought to talk some more" -- that was said in a friendly way.
 
Jason went to bed a little earlier than he did, and as Ken was
getting into bed later he could hear the regular breathing that
meant he was asleep. Ken's cock got very hard and he began
stroking it as he thought of Lisa, how attractive she was to
begin with, then what they shared -- and most of all he thought
of her seeing his balls and not running away screaming, in fact
being pretty friendly. His hips instinctively thrust back and
forth, and his pleasure built. Suddenly a really good feeling hit
him and he felt his cock contracting. Looking down, he saw
streaks of red, and quickly confirmed that the stuff that had
shot out -- semen, it was called -- glowed red, a richer shade
than his balls. So he was a big boy now! He now made sperm and
could masturbate and get that good feeling. He supposed he could
even make a girl pregnant. A girl like Lisa, he thought with
excitement. Just in theory, of course, but it was an exciting
theory.
 
He cleaned up the reddish goop with tissues and tossed them in
the wastebasket, but he could still see the reddish tissues right
through the metal walls of the wastebasket. It was much dimmer
but still visible in the morning.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
The next afternoon Ken went to the same lounge. This time he
brought his laptop, and used the usual assistive technology to
read his homework aloud via his real headphones. Would Lisa come
again? He was just doing his homework, of course... and it would
be fine if she didn't show up... he had no reason to think she
would. But as the minutes went by he found it harder and harder
to concentrate.
 
His heart pounded in his chest when the deep purple announced
Lisa's approach. She sat beside him on the sofa.
 
"Hi," she said.
 
"Hi," he answered. Yesterday he had felt uncomfortable just
talking with a girl. Their shared secret had emerged naturally
enough that he hadn't had the chance to get completely
tongue-tied. But today was totally different. He wanted to shield
his crotch with lead so it wasn't exposed to Lisa's view. He had
actually found that his balls looked just as clear to him with
concrete or wood or steel in the way -- something he had tested
by leaning around the corners of various poles and corners. So he
doubted lead would help, even if he had some.
 
"Do you like me OK?" she asked.
 
"Yeah, sure!" he said -- a little too enthusiastically, maybe.
 
He was amazed to see the deep purple of Lisa's head zooming in
towards his, and her hand gently feeling his face before she
kissed him on the cheek. She withdrew her face an inch but no
further. Did she really want to kiss him? For real?
 
He turned his lips towards her and found out that was exactly
what she had in mind. Her lips met his and rubbed together gently
-- his first real kiss! He had imagined kissing as something far
down the road in getting to know girls. He expected it might
happen years from now -- if ever. Lisa had just gone ahead and
done it, just like that! It felt really good. Lisa's breathing
was a little irregular.
 
"What if someone comes?" he whispered.
 
"We can see them, right?" Lisa said in a normal tone.
 
"I can see men, but I'm not so sure about women."
 
"Really? I can see them both. Even with my eyes closed. Right
through the back of your head."
 
"OK!" he said and eagerly returned to kissing the girl.

He worked his hand up behind her head, and was thrilled to feel
her hair, her neck, the lovely shape of her ear, the soft skin of
her cheek.
 
They had been at it for perhaps 20 minutes when Lisa pulled back
with a start. Turning his head, Ken saw the faintest traces of
green. The teacher's soft footsteps were apparent only a few
seconds before she peeked into the lounge.
 
"Hello Ken, Hello Lisa."
 
"Hello, Mrs. Westfall," said Ken, of course recognizing her
voice.
 
"It's very nice of you to talk with Lisa, Ken. It's wonderful
when boys and girls reach out to make a new student feel
welcome."
 
"Thanks," said Ken without enthusiasm, and Mrs. Westfall
disappeared.
 
Ken turned, eager to resume the kissing, but Lisa had pulled back
out of range.
 
"What do you actually see, Ken?"
 
"Well, um, hmmm," he stammered.
 
"What do you see on Mrs. Westfall?"
 
"I saw two green dots down around waist high."
 
"Yeah, her ovaries. It's lower than her waist. Anything else on
her?"
 
"No. What do you see?"
 
"I see that, but I also see faint traces of... of her other, um,
reproductive organs."
 
"Oh, like her..." What word should he use? Did he dare mention
it, or would Lisa leave in a huff?
 
"Her uterus and Fallopian tubes -- and vagina," she said quietly.
 
"Oh."
 
"Do you see my ovaries?" Lisa asked.
 
"Yes," said Ken, and with a sudden twitch of inspiration,
"They're very cute."
 
Lisa chuckled. "Awww," she said, "but nothing else?"
 
"I don't think so," Ken said, squinting. "Maybe if I were
closer," he said, half teasing.
 
She paused a moment, then said, "OK," and pulled his head down,
holding his nose an inch or two away from her hip as she bent him
over her sideways.
 
Ken stared closely. There it was! In faint green he saw tubes
extending from the brighter green ovaries to a fist-sized blob
that must be her uterus, and then the tube of her vagina. There
were some short lines and a less dim little node right there at
the center -- her clitoris? It all matched the mental map he had
made after feeling those anatomical models when he was 11.
 
"Um, yeah, now I see more. Wow."
 
Lisa pulled his head back up. "It's very naughty of you to look!"
she said sternly.
 
"Oh, well, I'm sorry..."

"I'm kidding, silly!"

"I know. Are you looking at me all the time?" Ken managed. "You
see my ... testicles, I assume?"
 
Lisa's purple zoomed in not towards his crotch but towards his
face and she kissed Ken again. She broke the kiss to whisper
heavily, "Your balls glow like Christmas tree bulbs. The rest of
it is pretty clear too."
 
"So you can see that I'm... Gosh, I'm sorry."
 
"It's exciting, Ken!"
 
"Really?"
 
"Yes! I'm not a little girl, you know."
 
"And you like it?"
 
"Yes!"
 
"Yeah, but it's like I'm exposing myself!"
 
"But you're not, right?"
 
Ken then felt Lisa's finger touch the cloth of his jeans exactly
over the tip of his cock and brush gently towards the base.
 
"I figured you must like me when I saw it get stiff and long
yesterday -- and then I saw the red from your wastebasket this
morning."
 
"You saw that?"
 
"Yeah, it's cool. I see it in other boys' wastebaskets too. And
sometimes I've even seen..."
 
"What?"
 
"Never mind. Ken, can I play with it? Do you mind?"
 
"Um, no!"

"I can't?" she said quietly.

"I meant No, I don't mind."
 
"How do I get at it?"
 
Ken unfastened his belt and the button on his jeans, then pulled
down the zipper and held his briefs away from his erect cock. "I
sure hope nobody comes."
 
"I'll see them, don't worry," said Lisa.
 
Then he felt her hand lightly touching his cock, feeling all
around under it, caressing his red-glowing balls. It felt
fantastic And then she grabbed the shaft and began going up and
down.
 
"Like that?" she asked.
 
"Um, not so far up and down," he said, and Lisa began smaller
strokes. It felt great, and the idea that a girl was doing it to
him made it especially exciting.
 
"Oh, wow, mmmmm," he said. "But be careful or the stuff might
come out."
 
"Oh, goody!" said Lisa with an evil little laugh, stroking more
firmly.
 
"But there's nothing to clean up with!" Ken said.
 
"Who cares?" said Lisa lightly, stroking harder.
 
She wanted him to ejaculate! He was still unsure what to do about
cleaning up the sticky stuff, but his body would not be denied.
Ken gasped as a streak of red flashed through cock, then arced
through the air to land on his throat.
 
"Oh, my God!" squealed Lisa and withdrew her hand. The next shot
arced less strongly and landed on his shirt over his bellybutton,
then a third welled forth and plopped off his cock onto his pubic
hair, and a fourth oozed out.
 
"What a mess!" gasped Ken as the fantastic sensations faded. He
felt Lisa's fingers at his throat and saw her come away with a
blob.
 
"Smells very mysterious!" she said happily. A second later she
added, "Doesn't taste like much."
 
They were alarmed to hear footsteps. Ken didn't see any colors,
but Lisa had said she would. How had she missed it?
 
"Who's there?" asked Alan.

"Yeah, who?" echoed Mike. They were both little boys -- about 7
years old.
 
"Mind your own business," said Ken, trying to sound menacing, but
it just piqued their curiosity and in a flash they had walked
over to investigate.
 
Ken frantically refastened his pants, smearing semen everywhere
in the process. He tried to remind himself that while he and Lisa
could see it, the boys couldn't.
 
"My name is Lisa," she said, "I'm pretty new."
 
"Oh," said Mike. "OK," and the two vanished again, probably
figuring that whatever a big boy and girl were doing wasn't going
to be much fun for them.
 
"How do I get cleaned up?"
 
"I'll take as much as I can," she said, and he felt her fingers
where the red was. "Go change your clothes."
 
"What if one of the teachers sees me?"
 
"They don't have special vision like us, remember?"
 
"Yeah, but it's still visible as just ordinary stuff, right?"
 
"Hmmm, well, hunch over, and if they ask say you had a runny
nose?"
 
As he got up to go, Lisa stopped him with a "Look!" She had
rubbed his sperm all over her hands. Now he saw the details of a
ghostly red see-through hand in three dimensions, all five
fingers, palm, wrist. It was fascinating -- but aware of his
messy clothing he headed out.

"Same time tomorrow?" she asked.

"OK," he mumbled.
 
---------------------------------------------------------

Ken and Lisa decided they could be seen as friends, but didn't
want anyone thinking they had a physical relationship of any
kind. No hugging, no holding hands. They tried not to smile too
much when they talked to each other. The teachers knew they liked
each other more, though. Ken and Lisa had no practical knowledge
of how people look when they're in love, so they couldn't hide
those little signs they gave off without knowing it. The teachers
thought it was sweet. It was more of a challenge to get blind
kids interested in each other romantically than to keep them
apart. The teachers had no reason to suspect anything went on in
private.
 
They had been meeting in the second floor lounge. Almost no one
went up to the third floor once the day's classes were over, so
they were even less likely to be discovered in the lounge up
there. That's where they met next and they made it their regular
meeting spot.

After they had kissed for a few minutes, Ken let his hand slide
down Lisa's neck to her back. Her body was wonderful in every
way. He hadn't really touched anyone's body since he was a small
boy. Just touching was comforting, but touching a girl's body was
especially exciting. Sighted boys at least knew a girl's shape
from looking at her, but that had been denied him. He slid his
hands around to her chest slowly. Breasts were there somewhere,
he knew -- and there they were! Graceful mounds inside the fabric
of -- that must be a bra?

He moved his head down a little to look. "Your breasts aren't
green?"

"Nope. Not breasts. Only the stuff lower down."

"Why not?"

"I dunno. Why should they be? You can touch them a little harder,
you know... Mmmm, that's nice."

After a minute, she said, "But I want to feel your 'thingie'
again."

"Thingie?"

"Why not? I think it's kind of an exciting name for it."

"OK," he said, happily unfastening himself to bare his stiff
cock. This time Ken had remembered to bring tissues.

"How's that?" asked Lisa as she stroked away.

"Great!" he answered. "Rub against the tip too," he said. "Oh,
yeah, that's it! Oh, Lisa, oh, that's great, mmmm." He kept
murmuring his pleasure, and after a few minutes his excitement
built. "Lisa, Lisa, Lisa!" he moaned urgently as his climax was
upon him and he spurted again.

"That feels good?"

"Really good!"

Ken was ready to mop up the mess with the tissues, but Lisa
stopped him. "Let me play with it... It's so red." She brought a
fingerful of the stuff to her eye. "Let me spread it on my
eyelids... that is really, really red!"

"Good," said Ken.

"Now you try."

"On my eyelids?"

"Yeah."

He was a little squeamish about it, but it did make a truly
intense red. It was the sort of vivid color that neither of them
had expected to see again.

Another day she painted her face with sperm, and Ken had to admit
that she had a beautiful face -- not that he had much to compare
it to except his memories as a 4-year-old. She in turn painted
his face with it.

"I could give you a blow job," she said one day.

Ken was embarrassed because he didn't know what she meant.

"Oral sex!" she said. "I like lick and suck your thingie."

"Oh," he said. "If you really want to."

Two seconds after she took him in her mouth the first time, he
understood why boys like this. It felt fantastic! He came ten
seconds later in her mouth; it never occurred to him to tell her
so she could get her mouth away. She stiffened momentarily as the
first shot surged into her oral cavity. But she kept her mouth in
place. When he had unloaded all he had, he pulled away.

Through his ecstasy, Ken was aware of Lisa tapping his thigh to
get his attention. As he looked, she swished his semen all about
in her mouth, making it glow pink. He got to see the shape of the
inside of her mouth, kind of, though he didn't find it all that
sexy. Then she swallowed, and he saw the pink color head down her
throat, one little bolus and then another. The color disappeared
just as it got to her stomach, though. After a little research
later, Ken decided it was the stomach acid that quickly killed
the sperm.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
Ken's panting had died down after another fantastic climax. He
just lay sprawled on the sofa dreamily. Lisa was playing with his
semen as she often did; he didn't pay much attention.
 
"Ken, look!" she said quietly.
 
He focused his attention. Down between her legs, where the faint
green was, were two little surfaces of red, like the outside of a
couple of orange section peels. He had a hunch what he was
looking at, but as he wasn't sure he kept his comment general.
"Cool!" he said.
 
"My labia," she said. "I've never seen them before. I made sure
not to get any on the crack itself because it could make me
pregnant if it swam in there."
 
There was a half-inch-wide vertical gap between the two little
curved sections.
 
"Wow," Ken said almost reverently. "You know, I can see the green
better than I could before."
 
"I think it's because of puberty," Lisa said. "I got my period
two and a half years ago, and saw more and more over the first
year or so. You've just had puberty, right? Like maybe you're
still in the middle of it? So you'll probably see more as time
goes on."
 
"Would you mind if I, like, touched you there?" Ken asked shyly.
 
Ken could hear Lisa smile. "I was hoping you'd want to pretty
soon. But let me clean this up -- I don't want you poking any of
the spermies in the wrong place."
 
Ken put himself back together. They were pretty sure they
wouldn't be discovered, but there was no point in having more
flesh exposed than necessary. When the red was gone from Lisa's
private parts Ken groped forward with his hand, locating Lisa's
bare knees and the hem of her dress. "Oh, wow," he said.
 
"You're easy to please!" Lisa teased.
 
"I've never felt a girl's legs at all," he said. "It's
fantastic."
 
"I guess it must be!" Lisa said, lightly touching his jeans over
his cock that had become rigid once more.
 
As he explored under the hem of her dress he came to some cloth.
 
"Your panties?" he asked.
 
"Yeah," she said. "Pulled partway down."
 
He fingered the silky cloth with interest, noting how it was
different from his own briefs. Then he worked his hand between
the hem of her dress and the front part of the panties' elastic
band. The inside crotch of her panties was a little damp, making
him shiver with excitement. He set out to explore the area above.
Her warm, smooth inner thighs lured him higher and higher until
his hand touched soft hair, then what he saw as the faint pale
green of her labia.
 
"Wow," he said reverently, and Lisa giggled.
 
Finding a girl's clitoris is not something boys can do by
instinct, and reliable navigation is an iffy proposition well
into adulthood. Ken had no problem, however. The green of her
pleasure organ was still pale, but it was brighter than anything
around it.
 
"Not quite so hard!" Lisa said.
 
"Oh, sorry!" said Ken, and shied back.
 
"If you just rub nearby it feels good," Lisa said.
 
"Oh, OK." And guided by Lisa's gasps, he found a slow, gentle
motion that she liked a lot.
 
"Oh, that feels so good!" she said.
 
Ken was drawn to that other pale green part, the tube that ran up
into her body, so he took a break from clitoral massage to
explore.
 
"Is it supposed to be all wet like that?" he asked.
 
"Yeah, at least a little."
 
"Why?"
 
"That's what it says online. I don't know if it's supposed to be
*that* much, though."
 
"Oh -- it feels nice though," he said.
 
His finger disappeared into the hot, wet space outlined in green.
He went in and out, but kept sliding in a little more each time,
wanting to see how deep he could go. Could he really get all the
way back to where the pale green stopped?
 
He inserted another finger and Lisa gave a sharp, "Ouch!"
 
"Oh, sorry, what happened?"
 
"I think you got my hymen."
 
"Oh, no!" Ken said, withdrawing his hand completely.
 
"It's OK," she said. "It's not worth much, you know, it just gets
in the way. I didn't think there was any left. You can put your
hand back."
 
Ken needed no more encouragement. He soon had his middle and ring
fingers into his girl up to the hilt, hugged by the pale green
tunnel. He could press slightly on the sides of her vagina and
see the ghostly shape deform a little. His palm bumped against
Lisa's clitoris every time his fingers were all the way in.
 
"Oh, Ken!" moaned Lisa. "It feels great!" After a pause, "You
know why it gets wet down there, don't you?"
 
"No, why?"
 
"It's so when I'm having sex -- that is when I have sex some day
-- it helps the penis go in and out smoothly."
 
"It sure helps my fingers."
 
"Let me touch you again!" said Lisa, and Ken withdrew his hand
long enough to free his cock once more.
 
Ken heard Lisa moving around, and then she said, "Lie beside me."

He quickly discovered by feel that Lisa had stretched out
full-length on the couch, on her left side, pressed against the
back of the sofa, right leg raised in the air.
 
Ken lay on the sofa facing Lisa, trousers and briefs down to his
knees, and she caressed his organ.
 
"Oh, man," he gasped.
 
Lisa had her dress up around her waist, and she pressed Ken's
penis flat against the flesh of her lower stomach.
 
"Look at that," Ken said. "Red tube, green tube." His penis
glowed in faint red while a few inches back, inside Lisa's body,
her vaginal tube glowed in faint green.
 
"It's so cool," Lisa said, humping her pelvis against Ken's hand.
"They're meant to go together," she whispered. "Mine looks
smaller, but I guess it stretches, right?"
 
"I guess. When I poke with my fingers it stretches," he said,
demonstrating.
 
"Let's put the tubes end-to-end," Lisa suggested, and within
seconds Ken had scooted down a little and poked his cock up
between Lisa's legs. His pale red tube with the rounded tip
nuzzled right up against the opening of Lisa's tube, end to end.
His bright red balls lay below, and Lisa's green ovaries lay off
to the sides. The tissues connecting gonads to tube in both of
them showed faintly in their own color.
 
Instinctively Ken pressed forward a little so the tube ends
joined a little. He felt an exciting hot wetness around his cock
tip.
 
"I really want it in me," Lisa said. "As long as you don't spurt
while you're inside I can't get pregnant, right?"
 
"I guess... So, you want me to press it in?" Ken asked, not quite
believing.
 
"Yes!" hissed Lisa.
 
So Ken pressed, and his penis started sliding right up inside
Lisa's vagina, millimeter by millimeter, the green tube
stretching to accommodate the red intrusion.
 
"Oh my God!" Ken said. "It feels fantastic! Does it hurt?"
 
"No. It feels full! I like it. Can you get any deeper?" Lisa
asked.
 
Ken kept pressing and within a minute their pubic bones met to
prevent any deeper intrusion.
 
They lay like that a minute, marveling at the red tube so snugly
inside the green. But then Ken yielded to his instinct: he pulled
out a little, then slid back in all the way. He knew that if he
gave in to all of his instincts he would be flying in and out,
fast and deep, and he'd have an orgasm in seconds. But he knew he
mustn't do that, so he kept to calm strokes, in and out.
 
"Can you press as deep as you can when you go in?" Lisa asked.
"That feels best."
 
Ken loved doing that, but it excited him further. "I'm not
supposed to come inside, right?"
 
"Right! Don't come in me. But can you do it a little faster? It
feels so great -- I think I might come."
 
"I'd love to," he said, speeding up a little. "But I won't be
able to keep it up for long..."
 
"Just a little more, OK?"
 
"Lisa, I think I'd better..."
 
"Just a little more, OK? Faster!"
 
She was begging for it, and he wanted it. There was that other
priority, but it didn't seem very important somehow. He grabbed
her hips and pressed decisively to the hilt before drawing out
two inches and pressing in again deep. And then he did the same
thing faster and faster, harder and harder.
 
"Oh my god, Oh, Ken!" hissed Lisa.
 
Ecstasy fogged Ken's brain and he felt his cock twitching.
Peering down, he saw the base of his pale red cock fill with a
narrow line of bright red, then saw it surge just as his cock
jammed in as deep as it would go. A blob of bright red formed
within the upper part of Lisa's pale green tube. Again and again
the narrow tube in his cock filled before his muscles squeezed to
empty it right into Lisa's innards. The pool of red deep inside
Lisa grew with each pulse. He really ought to say something, but
he didn't want to spoil the moment.
 
Lisa clutched him, breathing heavily. "That was fantastic! I
came!" Then after a minute she looked down and said, "Hey! You
came in me!"
 
"I know," Ken moaned. "I couldn't help it. You kept wanting
faster and deeper."
 
"Can't you just hold it, like when you have to pee?"
 
"No, it doesn't work like that!"
 
"So, what if I'm pregnant?" moaned Lisa.
 
The red tube deflated a little as the blood drained from Ken's
cock. But Lisa's green tube shrank with it, keeping in perfect
contact.
 
"I don't know," said Ken dumbly. He had just been to heaven, he
decided. He had just gone all the way with the girl he loved. The
physical sensations were pretty much the same as when he came in
Lisa's mouth or her hand, but this was profoundly satisfying in a
way that the others were not.
 
He pulled back, and with eyes focused on the reddish tube, he saw
it slide out of the greenish one. His shrunken cock flopped down
against his thigh, a trace of brighter red still visible in its
inner tube -- in fact all of his ductwork showed brighter red
than usual as it still contained lively sperm. His testicles were
bright red beacons, as usual. Looking at his own lower parts,
there was no trace of green.
 
Lisa, on the other hand, had not returned to her uniform
greenness. The upper, inner part of her faint green tube swirled
with a mass of bright red, which also trailed out down through
her lower vagina and seeped onto her left thigh.
 
"My period ended not so long ago, and it began... seven days
ago."
 
"What does that mean?"
 
"I'm not sure; I'll have to look it up. But there's not anything
we can do about it now. That was fantastic!" she said and
squeezed him. "And you know," she said, looking down, "It's
really, really sexy to see your sperm swimming inside me."
 
"I know that shooting it up in there was the best feeling I've
ever had in my life," said Ken.
 
Lisa paused, then spoke with a softer tone. "I love you, Ken."
 
"I love you too."

They lay intertwined for some time, lost in that quiet ecstasy
first lovers get after losing their virginity together.

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The 13-year-old boy and 13-year-old girl independently scoured
the web for all the information they could get on whether Lisa
might get pregnant and what if anything they could do about it.
 
He dropped by her room that night when her roommate was out.
 
"I shouldn't be pregnant unless I was going to have a 21-day
cycle, and the shortest I've had in the past year was 26 days."
 
"You keep track?"
 
"Yeah, you're supposed to."
 
"Huh. Do all the girls?"
 
"Probably not. I'm kind of nerdy you know -- organized and
terribly responsible and all."
 
"Yeah, I know. I love that about you." Then his tone got quieter.
"But I guess we weren't so responsible."
 
"No, we were stupid."
 
After a brief pause, Ken said, "I had another thought. If you're
going to get pregnant, the sperm has to swim up inside you,
right? Shouldn't we see that as red up in your uterus?"
 
Lisa peered. "I can't see anything, but you could get your head a
lot closer."
 
"Sure..." As Lisa leaned back in her desk chair, Ken knelt on the
floor and draped himself across her lap, chin between her thighs
and face pressed against her lower stomach.
 
"I don't see anything," he said.
 
"Do you see my uterus?"
 
"Yeah, and the cervix too. But there's no red anywhere in it -- I
mean the cervix is dripping with the stuff, but there's no red
inside at all."
 
"Quick -- someone's coming!" said Lisa.
 
Ken quickly backed away and sat on the floor.
 
"What do we have here?" asked Mrs. Olafson.
 
"Oh, hello. We read about teens lounging around the floor, so we
wanted to see what it was like," said Ken. "I don't really see
the point." He got up in a hurry as he spoke.

"I see," said the teacher, sounding a little skeptical.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
Within a day of their impulsive first sex, the red in Lisa's
vagina had faded to almost nothing. They restrained themselves to
some fully dressed making out for a couple days, then decided
they could go back to fondling each other with their hands. Lisa
never came that way, but she said it felt really good.
 
Although the pregnancy scare faded, they were both more alert to
subtle variations in the ghostly colors they saw in Lisa's
innards. They thought they saw her ovaries getting a brighter
shade of green as the days went by, though they weren't totally
certain.
 
Eight days after their bout of sex, Lisa found Ken in the
corridor and whispered, "You have to take a look at this. What do
you see when you look down below?"

Ken looked as best he thought he could without attracting
attention. "Nothing unusual," he said.

"Look closer when we get the chance. You won't believe it -- if
I'm seeing what I think."
 
Upstairs in the lounge, Ken eagerly pressed his face to Lisa's
lower stomach. There was a tiny but bright green spot halfway
down the tube leading from Lisa's right ovary to her uterus --
her Fallopian tube.
 
"You see it?"
 
"Yes. Is that -- your egg?"
 
"I think so."
 
"Wow."
 
It had faded by the next morning. They also discovered that
Lisa's ovaries got noticeably dimmer when she had her period.
Although they knew that her period blood was red, they saw not
the slightest trace of that color. Period blood was invisible to
them, like almost everything else, but it flowed through
structures they saw as green.

---------------------------------------------------------
 
"Did you see Mrs. Olafson this morning?" asked Lisa.
 
"Yeah, she had red in her vagina!"
 
"She was dripping with it -- in fact I could see it dripping out
onto her panties."
 
"Do you suppose Mr. Olafson did it to her first thing in the
morning?"
 
"I guess so. And I couldn't get close enough to see for sure, but
I thought I saw a streak of red headed up at right angles."
 
"Sperm in her uterus?"
 
"That's what it looked like."
 
A couple days later, Ken said, "Did you see Mr. Dubois?"
 
"No, what?"
 
"He's got red up his butt!"
 
"Really? How can you tell?"
 
"I can see it -- there's none of the ordinary male organs back
there -- it's his butt!"
 
"So is he gay?"
 
"I guess, or at least bi."
 
Other days they noticed a faint reddish glow in his mouth.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
Mrs. Olafson showed up in school with a pussy-full of sperm about
every other day.
 
Ken often had his gaze focused intently between her legs, as he
had little else to look at. Female parts were just always worth
looking at, somehow, and it was more polite to face the teacher
than turn his head to the sides to study the private parts of the
girls in the class. As he looked at the teacher's pelvis, he
thought he saw a third spot of bright green, although tiny, just
to the inside of one of her plainly visible green ovaries. She
had red in her vagina, as usual, and a little streak headed up
her uterus. As he looked, the green dot suddenly turned white!
Still tiny, but an unmistakable white dot.
 
Hurriedly he typed a message in the chat window he had open with
Lisa.
 
"LOOK LOOK LOOK!"
 
He heard the faint whisper in her earphones as her software read
the message to her in its weird intonation: "ken says look look
look."
 
She gave an audible gasp.
 
Without being too obvious, they found reasons to be close to Mrs.
Olafson over the rest of that day and thought they could see the
white dot moving towards her centerline and then downward. The
next morning they thought they could see a dimmer whitish spot
down in her uterus, but it was no longer visible by the end of
the day. Four months later Mrs. Olafson announced her maternity
leave. When they got the news of the birth, they counted
backwards and confirmed that they had seen the start of her
pregnancy. Ken had actually witnessed the instant of
fertilization.
 
They watched the ovaries of the other big girls cycle between
bright and dull green, and occasionally saw a bright green egg.
Big boys were always visible. Several of the boys obviously
jerked off and didn't do such a great job of cleaning up. Their
stomachs or pubic hair or hands were often coated with dim red.
One night Ken was turned towards the wall and got an excellent
view of Jeff in the room next door jerking off. He couldn't see
the boy himself, of course, but he saw the rhythmic motion of the
balls as he thrust his hips, the back and forth motion of the
pale red penis, and then the flood of red as his semen spurted
forth.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
"Have you noticed that Mr. O'Hara gets a hard-on in class?" asked
Lisa.
 
"No, he does?"
 
"Yeah. And I think he's actually stroking himself when he's
sitting there behind his desk."
 
"Really?"
 
"When we're taking quizzes and stuff. You watch tomorrow during
the exam. Sit in the front row with me."
 
Ken kept glancing at the teacher, and there was no doubt that he
had an erection. He thought he could see the teacher's cock
moving rhythmically, as if he were stroking it. But he did have
to concentrate on the test too. He almost missed it: Red erupted
through his cock as the teacher ejaculated right in class. How
did he dare? Some of the kids could see a little with "normal"
vision. On the other hand, they were still all seriously impaired
and he was shielded by his desk.
 
Upstairs that afternoon, Lisa was almost in hysterics.
 
"Did you see? Did you see him shoot off right in class?"
 
"Yeah, I did. It's kind of gross."
 
"I did it, you know. I made him do it!"
 
"What? How?"
 
"I gave him a clear sight line right up between my legs, over and
over. I kept opening them more and more, and kind of jiggling my
leg rhythmically. Then I pretended to give a big yawn and
stretch, opened my legs wide and thrust my pelvis up -- and I bet
he saw that I'm wearing the panties with the big hole in them.
That's when he spurted and made that giant mess! I can't believe
it!" And she laughed again. "Wasn't that fun?"
 
"I don't know, Lisa," said Ken, feeling a little hot with anger.
"That's not nice to him."
 
"But he's such a perv! Jacking off in class! And looking at his
13-year-old student."
 
"Don't do it any more, OK?"
 
"Why not?"
 
"You're my girlfriend, right? Why go doing a strip-tease for
another guy? And a teacher, no less! I don't like it!"
 
"Are you jealous? I don't have the hots for him at all, if that's
what you're worried about."
 
"Well, I'm glad to hear that much! But I still don't like it.
What if he starts getting weird with you, like touching?"
 
"He wouldn't do that..."
 
"Why not? If he's such a perv..."
 
"He'd lose his job!"
 
"Only if you told somebody."
 
"You're being silly."
 
Ken was silent, and pushed Lisa away when she tried to snuggle up
to him.
 
"How would you like it if I whipped out my dick so Mrs. Olafson
could see it? Nice and long and hard?"
 
"You wouldn't do that."
 
"Maybe I will some day." And with that Ken left.
 
But he agreed to Lisa's request to meet upstairs the next day.
 
"I'm sorry, Ken. I guess it wasn't very smart of me."
 
"No, it wasn't."
 
More silence.
 
"Will you forgive me?"
 
It took Ken a moment to get up the nerve to say what he wanted.
"Let me fuck you."
 
"Ken!"
 
"Well, why not? We've done it once. Your egg disappeared a couple
days ago; we both saw it."
 
"Well, it's tempting. But why call it 'fucking'?"
 
"Because I'm mad at you, and you owe me one. So I want to fuck
you. Then later we can make love as much as you want."
 
Lisa was silent a moment. "OK, then we'll be even?"
 
"You'll never show off your panties and your pussy to other guys
again?"
 
"No, I promise."
 
"OK, then we'll be even."
 
"Let me warm up a little here..."
 
"Fine, then take all your clothes off."
 
Ken heard the swishing of cloth. He took his own pants and
undershorts off completely so he could move his legs any way he
wanted, but he kept his shirt on.
 
"OK, Ken," said Lisa softly.
 
Ken felt and found Lisa naked on the sofa, on her back. He groped
and pinched her breasts without tenderness, then quickly oriented
himself to her pussy between her wide open legs, reddish pole
end-to-end with greenish tube. He started pushing. She was moist
but not wet, but no less alluring for that. He pressed in fast
and hard, deep and rude. Lisa squeaked once but said nothing. He
then began quick fucking stabs, punctuating each with a little
growl. Twenty seconds after he penetrated her he felt his orgasm
beginning, and plastered his girl's innards with his sperm. He
looked down to see the mass of red erupting inside her pussy,
then withdrew. That felt good! He got dressed again, and heard
her dressing too.
 
He had been thinking of just leaving, but orgasm dulled his
anger. She hadn't done anything all that bad, and she had made it
clear he was the only one who could poke and spurt in her pussy.
He really liked Lisa a lot.
 
"Sorry," he mumbled, sitting and then sprawling back on the sofa.
 
Lisa snuggled against him gently. "That was really pretty hot,
you know?"
 
"Really?"
 
"Yeah, really! But only for now and then. Not all the time."
 
They began kissing, both responding passionately, and his cock
regained its hardness.
 
"Now I fuck you!" said Lisa.

"OK!" said Ken. He wasn't sure quite what she meant, but he was
pretty sure he was going to be in favor.
 
He shed his pants and underpants quickly, hearing Lisa rustling
around too. Then, to his delight, Lisa pushed him onto his back
and she felt her pussy quickly and decisively surround his cock
with its alluring heat and warmth. The green tube sheathed the
red one.

"You've still got your dress on," Ken said.

"Yeah, but I took my panties off. That's all I need," she said
with an evil giggle.

She began a vigorous fuck, showing that she could jam their
genitals together with as much enthusiasm as he could. After
fifteen minutes she gasped with orgasm and he responded
by spurting more red into her pussy.

---------------------------------------------------------

Lisa kept her legs primly together during class, at least as far
as Ken could tell. He could at least verify that Mr. O'Hara
didn't jerk off during class. Lisa reported that he had let his
arm linger about her shoulder a bit longer than it should, and
left it there when she stiffened. She had to actively pull away
before he took the hint. She duly admitted that Ken had been
right about where her display might lead.

With a careful eye on the color of Lisa's ovaries, they engaged
in full-blown intercourse for about half the month, abstaining
when the ovaries started glowing brighter green, resuming after
they saw the green egg fade -- or when her ovaries dimmed again,
since she didn't produce an egg every month at her age. Then they
abstained again during the heavy flow days of her period.

She came most of the time when she was on top, but was
disappointed that she could hardly ever manage it when Ken
mounted her. Either way, he always flashed streaks of crimson
deep into her pussy where they pooled. They both agreed that was
one of the nicest sights in the world -- though they had a very
limited set of visual experiences to compare it against.

When they went home for Thanksgiving, they stayed in touch by
Skype when they could, gchat when their parents asked who they
were talking to so much. The school didn't let them have cell
phones, and they were used to doing without.

When they both got back they resumed their afternoon sessions in
the upstairs lounge. Their lust drove them to sex each day as
soon as they met, but after their need was satisfied they lounged
together, speaking of everything and anything: dreams for the
future, the other kids and teachers, things they studied in
class, and of course what it had been like to become blind and
then get used to it. Although they were largely at peace with
their condition, each of them got in touch now and then with
rage. Rage was a natural accompaniment to the limitations
blindness imposed on them.

Along with the various consolations most blind people come up
with, they marveled at the one that was theirs alone: their
"sexual sight" that let them see such intimate aspects of other
people's lives. They wondered if their gift had come to them as
an accident or if it was the result of some quality they shared
-- an unnaturally strong sex drive, perhaps.

---------------------------------------------------------

Lisa and Ken had a long separation over Christmas that was hard
on both of them.

When they were able to meet in their upstairs lounge, they
couldn't keep their hands off each other. He exposed his cock and
it got very hard after Lisa's caresses. He eagerly rubbed away at
her girly parts, trying to be gentle but finding it difficult
because he was so excited. She moaned and gasped with pleasure as
usual.

Then came the moment of decision.

"You think we can do it?" asked Ken. "Your ovaries aren't really
very green yet."

"They look pretty green to me."

"OK," he said, trying to hide his disappointment.

He knew what would then follow. She would engulf him in her
mouth, which would feel fantastic, and then she would finish him
off with a hand job. He had too much red to keep inside and had
to rocket it forth into the world -- and chose to do so whenever
Lisa would help him.

That's when Lisa pulled her surprise, handing him a square foil
packet.

"Open it."

"How?"

"You tear the metal foil, but just at the end."

Inside was a plastic ring, with a damp film in the middle that
Ken found mildly repulsive.

"What is it?"

"A condom!"

"Oh!" Suddenly it seemed a lot less repulsive. "How'd you manage
that? You didn't go into the drugstore and just ask for them did
you?"

"No, I went to my new doctor for a new patient appointment. I was
really nervous about it, but I said I was thinking of becoming
sexually active."

"Thinking about it?"

"Well, I didn't want to sound irresponsible. Dr. Stein said
gently that she really didn't recommend it, but if there was any
chance I thought I'd actually do it, we ought to discuss birth
control. She suggested condoms, and gave me 48 of them! I
practiced with two unrolling them on my fingers and think I've
got the hang out of it."

After a little more kissing, she easily unrolled the condom onto
his cock and he pressed in. Although it didn't feel as nice as
sliding his reddish parts directly against her green, it felt
very good.

"Oh, Lisa, I don't think I can hold off much," he said. "It's
been so long!"

"That's fine, sweetie -- just go for it!"

"Oh, shit, oh Lisa!" he moaned.

They were both looking down when he came, watching the crimson
streak the length of his cock over and over again. More came out
than usual -- Ken had resisted the temptation to jerk off for an
entire week. However, the semen behaved a little differently.
Instead of joyfully filling Lisa's pussy, it bunched all around
his cock tip, moving in and out with it as he continued to thrust
back and forth. It also turned dull red almost at once, which
Lisa explained might be because of the spermicide the condom was
lubricated with.

They finished the act by the book. Once he was fully satisfied,
he gripped the condom firmly at the base and withdrew. After he
peeled it off, they both looked in wonder at the little blob of
dull red swinging back and forth as the condom hung down in his
hand.

They did it the next day, and the day after that they saw Lisa's
egg in her Fallopian tube. This time they didn't need to abstain,
and remarked to each other how exciting it was to go for it.

Ken mounted his girl, and felt harder than ever as his
plastic-sheathed reddish tool drove in and out of Lisa's greenish
"inner tube", which gripped him firmly, parting as he drove it
open, but narrowing again whenever his penis drew back. That
re-narrowing was one of her body's ways of urging him on to
orgasm. Her flesh rubbed deliciously against his tip as he pushed
it out of the way each time. Plastic film separated the actual
layers of skin, of course, but the sensation got through.

He held out for a good long while, relishing the sensations. Lisa
begged him to hold off a little longer if he could, because she
was almost to the orgasm she had so rarely in this position.
Almost, almost... Then she yelped and gasped, her pussy clamping
down on his cock as never before. Ken was driven to a frenzy of
almost violent strokes as he stabbed in and out. Bright red
testicles, bright green ovaries and egg, just a few inches apart.

The pleasure was fantastic and it suddenly ratcheted up another
level as the sensations suddenly got even better on his penis
tip. A small part of his mind wondered how it was possible.

He reveled in the ecstasy, shooting rhythmic spurts of crimson
into Lisa's pale green.

But it didn't stay next to his penis -- it flooded Lisa's upper
pussy!

"Uh-oh," he panted, as the reason for the wonderful sensations
hit him. "I think the condom broke."

"What? Oh no... pull out, pull out!" Lisa urged.

He did, at once, but of course his glowing reddish mass stayed
behind.

"Oh, no! What do I do?" Lisa moaned. "Let me try to pull it out."

Ken could see that Lisa had squatted on the floor and from the
bulging distortions of her green tube could tell her finger was
up inside, pulling as much red out as she could. It plopped out
onto the tissues she had hastily spread underneath her.

Her finger wasn't long enough to reach the highest part of her
vagina, however.

"Your finger's longer -- you try!" she urged.

His finger was a little longer, and he felt her cervix as he
dutifully pulled out as much as he could. But he couldn't get all
of it. He bent down to look more closely.

"Oh, no," he groaned. "See the other streak?"

"Oh, shit!" said Lisa, as the fine reddish line started up her
cervix into her uterus.

"Go away! Go away!" she moaned to it, wiggling about, shaking her
pelvis all different directions.

But it was no use. The line crept upward. With his face pressed
to Lisa's stomach Ken could see it move. They took a minute to
get dressed in case someone came along, but he went right back to
looking.

Lisa had him draw back a little so the deep purple of his head
didn't block her view.

"No, no, don't do it!" she whispered to thousands of wriggling
cells that couldn't hear her and would have paid her no heed if
they could.

The line of red split at the top of her uterus, but the line
going towards her egg was considerably brighter than the other.

Ken watched the gap between the end of the red line and the green
egg grow shorter -- an inch, half an inch, three millimeters --
his mind switched to the metric system for some reason -- two,
one, and then they met.

Ken held his breath and crossed his fingers, but five seconds
after red met green, they both saw the flash of intense white.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" hissed Lisa, then sighed.

They hugged.

"What do I do now?" Lisa asked.

"We need to get you a morning after pill."

"What?"

"You don't know about it? You know more about this stuff than I
do."

"Maybe, but I don't know about that. Tell me."

"I looked it up when we were worried last time, but it wasn't
needed."

"Tell me!" she urged again. "Now!"

"It keeps the white dot from settling into your uterus."

"Oh," said Lisa quietly. "Kind of like an abortion?"

"No, it's not an abortion," said Ken. "That's just a cell at the
moment."

"But it could be a baby. I wonder if it's a boy or a girl?"

"It's only a baby if we let it become a baby. When couples go for
fertility treatment, they make dozens of these things in a test
tube and try to get one to stick, then throw the rest away."

"Oh," said Lisa, a little relieved. "How long do we have?"

"About 24 hours, I think."

"How do I get one?"

"Hmmm," said Ken.

"I know," said Lisa with a sigh. "I tell them I'm having pain in
my female parts and need to go to the emergency room."

"I guess."

"How did it happen? Why did the condom break?"

"I don't know. I was just thrusting away as usual. It felt
fantastic. Then you squeezed really hard and I wanted to push in
even harder and deeper. That's all."

"It felt fantastic," said Lisa and squeezed him with her arms.
After a little silence, with both of them looking at the white
dot inside Lisa's pelvis, she said, "We could make a baby if we
wanted. We're grown up enough to do that..."

"Yeah, we could. You want to have my baby some day?"

"Oh, that sounds wonderful!" she said with enthusiasm, then
deflated as she added, "But not now."

"Right. And that's not a baby."

In such a situation things are never equal and fair. Ken faded
into the background while Lisa had to step up to do what needed
doing. He couldn't accompany her at all without inviting
uncomfortable questions. There were very few circumstances where
a teenage girl would bring a boy along when she discussed her
gynecological problems.

She came back at 11 that evening and couldn't come see Ken
without arousing suspicion. But he was lying with his laptop,
earplug in, trying to sleep but not succeeding. His heart raced
when he heard the chime. The computerized voice with its weird
intonation pattern said, "Everything went fine. No relapse
possible for a few weeks. See you tomorrow?"

Never sure if their communications were being monitored, they
were careful not to allude to their illicit activities in text.
By a relapse she meant another pregnancy, and indeed she only
produced one egg a month. And if she saw fit to mention the
relapse, he had a pretty good idea what she was hoping to do the
next day.

"Thank God. You're wonderful. I love you."

"I love you too. Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow!"

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What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether
positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. My
protagonists had to be blind, but I'm not very familiar with the
details of blind people's lives. I will happily receive
correction and might change the story if appropriate.

 		 	   		  
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