Out of the Darkness

OUT OF THE DARKNESS...


Hello! My name is Amelia Kaye Newcastle. I am 19 years old and I just moved into my very first apartment, with assistance from my parents. I am told that I am five feet and six inches tall. Mom tells me that I have blue eyes and brunette hair. I take her word for it. I wouldn't know. I have been blind since birth. The doctor told me when I was small I have LCA, or Leber congenital amaurosis. It's caused by excessive mutations in certain genes but both parents have to have it. Lucky me, right?

So, descriptions of how tall, how wide, how far, color, all mean nothing to me. All I see is black. No shadows, no shades of light...black. Which means that mom still has to lay out my clothes for me each day because if left to me, I would probably leave the house looking like a circus clown. I wouldn't know. It's just what my dad said to me once.

I have been attending the Arizona School for the Blind since I was five years old. We learn many things that sighted k**s do. Some things we learn are just for us. Like how to walk without shuffling our feet, or learning to use a white cane, or learning Braille and the Braille machine so we can communicate with others. We even use the bus and go shopping.

A reporter once asked a prominent blind person, "What is it that blind people want from society?" Here was the answer. "We want the opportunity to be equal and the right to be different." Everyone in blind schools learns that phrase by heart. We all learned something else as well. When you are deprived of one of your five senses, the other four rush to take over and become heightened, sending all of their sensitive bits of information to the brain. We cannot risk doing anything that will develop calluses on our fingertips, for then we truly would be blind.

We listen more closely, thus sizing up a person based on their personality, not on their looks. We smell things and hear things sighted people miss, thus making our enjoyment of life even more remarkable. We are NOT handicapped! Not by a long shot. And when we eat, the tastes are like heaven on our tongues. We know what we love, and we soon learn what foods we hate. To lose my heightened senses to have sight, well, I don't think I would ever make that choice on purpose.

However, now that you know a little about me, I wanted to tell you of how I grew up exploring my world by feeling, and the first time I was ever alone with a boy, in that "special way."

First of all, I am an only c***d. When my parents found out why I was born blind, they decided not to have any more c***dren. To make it easier for me, very few things were changed. The furniture never moved, I learned how to set the dishes and silverware on the table the same way each time. I memorized the layout of the house in short order. However, my parent's were always trying to figure out how to make things easier for me, and how to keep me safe.

So mom decided that one of my parents should always shower with me. I used to clean the bottom of my feet with soap, and then would slip and slide until the soap was rinsed off. Being blind, being naked with either mom or dad was the same to me. I couldn't see them so I couldn't get turned on. That changed when I went through puberty and began to develop.

Having nothing to compare it too, I could feel my body changing, and mom explained to me in clinical terms how women get pubic hair, their breasts get larger, and you grow hair on your armpits and legs. Then, my time spent in the shower took much longer. If I showered with mom, she would sometimes help with the shaving and that speeded things up.

When I was almost 13, I looked like a woman. My mom helped me pick out my bras and undie's. She said that I now took a 38C bra. Meant nothing to me. Just a number. I had no way of knowing whether that number was good or bad. Mom said it was good, because she only took a 36C bra. She told me that one day, the guys would like it as well. It was shortly after this that I had my first accident with dad in the shower. I had done this literally thousands of times. I soaped up the bottom of one of my feet and rinsed it off. Then I repeated the procedure with the other foot. I knew where my father was by the sound of his voice. Long ago he had installed two shower heads on either side of the shower, so my parents could get wet as the same time I did.

I didn't rinse my foot off well enough and I began to fall. My father reached over to grab me to keep me from falling all the way down. Instinctively I reached out for something...anything...to break my fall. I reached out to my dad and grabbed a hold of him. It was rather long, bigger around than his fingers, and amazingly, I could feel it growing in my hand! My mind was trying to figure out what on a man... would grow? All the while trying desperately not to hit the hard tile of the floor. The only thing I could compare it too was when the water was cold, my nipples would poke out and get harder. Did guys have parts that did the same thing?

"Amelia, are you all right? Here, take your hand and touch the wall and get your bearings."

"Thanks, dad. If you hadn't helped me, I could have hit my head or something. But dad, what did I just have a hold of? It was growing in my hand, and getting harder?"

"Well, ah, tell you what, why don't you ask your mother about that? I think we should get out and dry off. Don't want you to late for school."

"Oh, okay dad. Well, what ever it was, it kind of felt….nice!"

That was my first experience with the differences between men and women. My first sex education talk. However after that, mom made sure that it was her that I showered with. No more 'accidents' for her little girl. She also told me that boys would want to put their hands on me in places they shouldn't, and that I should NOT allow it. No one had ever tried before, but I kept her advice in the back on mind, right next to how my dad felt in my hand. Maybe mom was right. Maybe at 13, such things were better left for adulthood. But I still liked it. Made me curious. If it could grow longer and get a lot harder, what else could it do? One day, I promised myself, I was going to find out.

During all my years at school, my best friend was Mark Browning. Mark had always been my biggest supporter and fan and was blind as well. He was my very own cheering section when I was able to get a job which helps pay for the rent on my apt. He was happy when I could use the bus system on my own and even shop for food. So naturally, he was the first one, after my parents of course, that I invited over to cook a meal for.

He is so sweet. He always smells good when I pass by him, and he is never a jerk or trying to take 'advantage' of me. Last night, he got off the bus, and found his way to my apt. even bringing a bottle of sparkling apple juice, the kind that has bubbles that tickles your nose. Yeah, I know, neither of us is old enough to buy liquor, but we don't care. We can't afford to lose our senses in order to be self-sufficient, which is always our goal.

I had him sit at the table and proceeded to serve him a great salad and then we ate our meal. After we ate, he suggested he would help me clear off the table but I told him I would do it later.

"Let me show you my apt." I said and took him by the hand.

His hand was slightly sweaty. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe just nervous? We hadn't been alone before, ever. Maybe that was it.

"You really have a nice place here, Amelia. You should be proud of all the progress you've made. New job, new place to live. You have it all!" he said with enthusiasm.

"Thanks Mark, you're sweet, but I have no more than you do."

"Well, that's true, I guess."

"Let's sit and talk a while."

"Okay, Amelia. Anything you want to talk about?"

"Mark, you and I have known each other since we've been k**s. There's nothing we can't talk about, right?"

"That's true Amelia. I would say over the years, we have talked about everything and nothing. I guess that is what best friends do."

"Okay then, Mark. As my best friend, I need to ask you about something that is very important to me. Please, answer me honestly. Have you ever wanted to see me, without my clothes on?"

"Yes, it has crossed my mind a few times. But you know I really can't see you Amelia. I would have to use my hands and my fingers to see you."

"Okay, as long as you are being so honest, what part of a man grows? It gets longer and harder when it is touched. What is it?"

"It's my penis, Amelia. When I wake up in the morning, it is already hard. It stays that way when I shower and doesn't go down until I leave for school. Why are you asking me such things?"

"Many years ago, I almost fell and hurt myself. My dad broke my fall and I accidentally felt his thing grow right in my hand. I was told I was too young to think about such things. Well, I am older now and on my own. I wanted to know what you feel like if I would do the same thing to you? I would like to find out for myself."

"You would? With me? Right now?"

"Yes, Mark. I locked the front door after you came in. We are alone. I want you to stand up and take off all your clothes. EVERYTHING. I will do the same. Then, we can feel what we look like, okay?"

"Fine by me. But I've never done this before…with anyone. So I don't exactly know what to do."

"That's okay, Mark. Neither do I. Let's just get undressed and see what happens."

I could hear Mark taking his clothes off while I did the same. Funny, it wasn't cold but my nipples got hard and began poking out in anticipation. We didn't take long to get undressed and now we stood facing each other. Two blind young adults, learning about grown up things. Like sighted people do. I moved closer to him and put my hands on his face.

"I want to see what you look like Mark. All over."

I let my fingers roam all over his face and he did the same to me. My hands went down over his broad shoulders and then down lower over his chest and stomach. His breathing changed and I knew he liked what we were doing. Don't know why, but this was really exciting! I know that I wanted his hands all over me!

My hands found their way down to his erection. Man, he was hard and long and I loved the way it felt in my hand! I was like a c***d with a new toy. I ran my sensitive fingers over the head and I felt him shudder. I took my other hand and ran them all around the base of the shaft and found what felt like two balls in a sack. This was more stimulating than anything I had done before. I could feel a wetness growing between legs, though I was at a loss as to explain why.

His hands found my protruding breasts. WOW! Did that ever feel good! He ran his hands all around both of them and them began rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I was glad we had all night because I certainly didn't want him to stop, like, EVER! Then, I don't know why, but he put one of my nipples into his mouth. OH MY LORD, this just keeps getting better and better!

Instinct took over. I was running my hands all over the head of his penis. After I did that, he started sucking on my tits even faster. I grabbed the entire shaft and instinctively began stroking it up and down while playing with those balls with the other hand. I couldn't tell who was having more fun, him or me? Then, one of his hands made it's way down to my vagina. He began playing with it, feeling it all over the outside lips. Then he found the area where my lips parted. He placed his middle finger inside the slit and found a part of my body that made me shudder ever time he ran over it. Okay, I've decided, it was ME who was having the most fun!

"Mark, take my hand and come into my bedroom."

He obeyed without saying a word.

"Now, lay down, here on the bed, on your back."

He did, without saying anything. I found his legs and pulled them apart. I felt my way up his leg until it wasn't leg anymore. I again found his erection. I found the head with my fingertips and it had some drops of something wet on it. Then my body just took over. I put the head of his penis in my mouth and started licking it. Then sucking it. His hips came off the bed. I knew he liked it as much as I wanted to do it.

"AMELIA, YOU HAD BETTER STOP! Here, you trade places with me and lie on you back. It's your turn."

I didn't realize that he was getting close to having an orgasm of his own. Virgins! We don't know anything. But we can learn, out of the darkness, through feeling. His hand found my leg and worked his way up. He lay down between my legs and found my mound of pubic hair. He started playing with my outer lips. Spreading them ever so gently apart, he ran his tongue up and down, up and down, faster and faster. He found a part of me down there that felt as hard as his penis. Every time his tongue flicked over it, I jumped a little. He started going faster and faster until whatever was building inside me exploded! I even got tears in my eyes, it felt so good.

Then, obviously feeling my lips contracting over and over and over again, he stopped.

"Amelia, I want to be inside you."

"That's what I want too. Hurry!"

That was all the encouragement he needed. He positioned himself over me and his hardness entered me. He slipped in easily. I remember thinking that this is where his penis was meant to be. I was in absolute heaven! He began pumping up and down inside of me, faster and faster. I had no idea that is what you do when you have sex, but that feeling between my legs was building again. He could keep this up all night as far as I was concerned!

From time to time he would stop going up and down and suck and play with my nipples. He could do no wrong. He started going up and down again. I put my hands around his hips and helped him to reach the innermost depths of my soul. I told him I loved him. That made him go faster. I felt him squirt something very hot inside me. With his first blast my lips began contracting again. My orgasm was more intense this time and Mark continued pumping until the very last drop of his juices were gone.

We lay there for a long time. I suggested we take a shower together. I made sure no inch of him was left untouched and he did the same to my body...gratefully. Then we made love again, later that night. One month later, he moved in with me, at my suggestion! He made me feel something between my legs, I didn't know existed. How could I ever give that up with the man I loved? We had always been best friends. Then, we became lovers, and not long thereafter, he became my beloved husband.