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Eye Drops Ch. 01 free porn video
*Author’s Note: All persons engaging in any sexual act are at least eighteen years of age.
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He shuffled nervously and waited in the darkness. He liked to joke that they didn’t need to turn the lights on as he didn’t use them, but the truth was he was scared. The world was getting darker and darker and more and more restricted and confining. Being eighteen years old and watching you go blind was no fun at all.
Doctor Tizzle came in and made the usual attempt at small talk, but as he was a quite impatient man it was a wasted effort. Finally he got down to peering into Warren’s eyes and sighed. The optic nerve was nothing more than knots and bumps and scars. Anything that was able to reach Warren’s retina didn’t go much further than that, the nerve was almost completely shut down.
‘There is something new, some drops that may be able to help, but I’ve not really had time to follow the research,’ Doctor Tizzle said.
‘There’s no operation or anything yet?’ Warren asked, already knowing the answer.
‘Not yet, but they’ve been able to do some things with stem cell research, so who knows?’ Doctor Tizzle shrugged.
Warren jerked as Penny applied the burning, stinging drops. She was Doctor Tizzle’s pretty assistant. For as long as Warren had been coming to see Doctor Tizzle, Penny had always been so nice and friendly to him.
He often wondered if, as she led him down the maze of halls, the accidental brushing of her large breasts against the back of his hands, his arms, his chest were really accidental or not. She certainly leaned close to him as she would put the dilating drops in his eyes or medicated drops, or, if she were leading him, would turn a lot to brush her breasts against him.
‘God, I can’t wait to get into the bathroom and finger myself,’ she said was she dabbed the drops from the corners of his eyes, breasts brushing back and forth on his chest. ‘My nipples are on fucking fire right now.’
‘What!’ Warren sputtered, forgetting about the stinging in his eyes.
‘What?’ Penny asked, startled at his outburst.
‘What did you just say?’ Warren asked in disbelief.
‘I Didn’t say anything,’ Penny replied, confused.
They sat in silence for a moment, Penny looking at his eyes.
‘Shame about his eyes, they’re very pretty,’ she said.
‘Um, thanks,’ Warren said, embarrassed.
‘Um, you’re welcome,’ Penny said, assuming Warren was thanking her for putting the drops in his eyes. ‘You need a hand up to the front?’
‘Yes, please,’ Warren said and unfolded his white cane.
‘That’s it, rub, rub,’ Penny said as she led Warren to the reception area. ‘God, I love this lace bra. My nipples are about to pop!’
Warren did not respond and she kept rubbing the side and front of her right breast against him as they navigated the hallway to the front of the doctor’s office. She opened the door to the waiting room.
‘Okay, two drops into each eye, twice a day, once in the morning and again before bedtime,’ she cheerfully said and Warren put the bottle into his backpack. ‘See you in a month, okay?’
‘Yes ma’am,’ Warren said.
‘I’ll bet he can smell my panties, they’re soaked,’ Penny said as she closed the door.
‘God, does Doctor Tizzle ever get tired of bilking Medicare?’ the receptionist said as Warren shuffled over to her desk to make an appointment for one month’s time. ‘There’s no way this poor little bastard will ever be able to see.’
‘Excuse me?’ Warren squeaked in surprise.
He’d suspected as much but to hear someone say it out loud was a little disheartening.
‘What?’ Yolanda asked.
‘I could have sworn I just heard you say…’ Warren stammered.
‘Here you go, see you on the twelfth, sweetie,’ Yolanda said with false cheerfulness and handed him the appointment card.
Warren tapped listlessly down to the bus stop and waited.
‘Poor little mother fucker,’ the young African American said as Warren sat down on the bench and waited.
‘Did you say something?’ Warren asked.
‘Nah, man, I ain’t said shit,’ the other man said.
‘I wish the fuck he’d go away, shit makes me nervous being around freaks like that,’ Warren heard the guy say.
‘Holy fucking shit!’ Warren thought. ‘There’s no way he said that out loud.’
‘I bet you’d like for me to go away,’ Warren said aloud.
‘Nah, man, you fine,’ the other man said nervously.
‘Fuck, did I say that shit out loud?’ the man thought and got to his feet.
‘Bus coming,’ he said out loud and Warren stood up too.
‘I fucking hate these little handicapped mother fuckers, always wanting extra help and shit, but only pay half price,’ the bus driver said as Warren got on and dropped his four quarters into the slot.
‘How you doing!’ he cheerfully said out loud as Warren determined to find a seat on his own without asking for help.
‘Ah! Don’t sit on me!’ an old woman screeched as Warren veered toward her. Her several bags were scattered on the seat closest to the aisle. ‘And don’t sit on my stuff! I paid good money for this stuff, tired of people always messing with this stuff.’
She was still muttering and screeching about her stuff when Warren took the seat immediately behind her.
‘Shut the fucking hell up you miserable old bitch,’ Warren thought tiredly.
She sat silently and Warren paid close attention to when the bus turned onto Millard Avenue. He pulled the cord and got to his feet and slowly approached the front of the bus.
‘God, I’m so fucking glad I ain’t blind,’ the bus driver said and slowed to a stop at Warren’s stop.
‘Thank you,’ Warren said.
‘I mean, people think just ’cause I’m old, they can just do whatever they want and I ain’t going to do nothing about it,’ the old woman started screeching again as Warren tapped down the sidewalk to his home.
—-
‘I’m so damned tired all the time, drag him here and drag him there and his useless father won’t have a damned thing to do with him just because he’s blind,’ Mabel thought as Warren listlessly shoved the food into his mouth. ‘I mean, the blindness comes from his side of the family, not mine. Oh, well, at least we only had one kid.’
‘I wish to God it was different,’ Warren thought, ‘But it’s not.’
He ate as quickly as possible, his mother’s cooking left a lot to be desired.
‘I really wish you’d learn how to cook,’ he thought.
‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I should watch that Food Channel they have, maybe learn how to cook a little better,’ Mabel blurted out loud.
‘Where the hell did that thought come from?’ she thought. ‘My cooking’s fine.’
‘No, it’s not. It makes me queasy just to smell it, eating it’s even worse,’ he thought.
‘Yeah, I just lost all interest in cooking when your father left,’ Mabel said aloud.
‘I lost a lot of interest in other things too,’ she thought.
He jerked as the drops burned and stung at his eyes and then double-checked his alarm clock again. He lay down, but sleep didn’t come. His mind was too wide-awake. Sighing, he got out one of his Braille books and read to himself.
—-
The alarm clock buzzed, growing increasingly louder until he hit the snooze button. He picked up the bottle of eye drops and jerked as the drops burned and stung.
‘Damn, I’ll be glad when I develop a tolerance for this,’ he thought and the burning ceased immediately.
He turned off his alarm clock and staggered through his morning routine.
‘Cereal okay for breakfast?’ his mother asked.
‘Sure,’ he agreed and they ate in silence.
—-
‘I cannot fucking believe what an ass hole my old man’s being, making me ride the fucking bus with all these fucking dorks and losers,’ Jacqueline Burns thought and absently twirled a strand of her blonde hair. ‘Oh, God, great, there’s that fucking blind bat,
what’s the geek’s name?’
Warren tried to find a seat among the loud chatter of the school children on the bus.
‘Oh, great, I’ve got about the only empty seat he’ll ever find,’ Warren heard and honed in on that voice.
‘Fucking, fucking great, here he comes, right for me. I’ll bet he can fucking see!’ Jacqueline thought.
‘Hi,’ Warren said as he folded up his cane.
‘Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll shut the fuck up,’ Jacqueline thought.
‘Maybe you should try to be nice to someone once in a while, selfish cunt,’ Warren thought.
‘Why the fuck should I?’ Jacqueline thought.
Warren was a little surprised. True, he’d not tried his new-found powers on that many people, but his experience was that they went along with his suggestions. He hadn’t thought that maybe some people had such strong personalities, they’d resist his suggestions.
‘Because people don’t like being around selfish bitches, that’s why,’ he thought.
‘Well then fuck them,’ Jacqueline thought.
‘Have you ever heard the word ’empathy?”? Warren thought.
There was no response, so he tried again. Again there was no reply.
‘It means to put yourself in the other person’s shoes, to think about how your actions and attitudes affect others,’ he thought.
‘Ooohhh!’ Jacqueline thought. ‘Why do that? No, fuck that, that’s stupid. Why would I want to have any ’empathy’ for a bunch of losers?’
Warren was stumped.
‘God, I hate everybody,’ Jacqueline thought and stared out the window.
‘Why?’ Warren asked.
‘Because they’re so fucking stupid, such a big inconvenience,’ Jacqueline thought.
‘Maybe you’re the inconvenience,’ Warren thought. ‘Believe it or not, the world is not here for your amusement, it does not revolve around you.’
‘Yeah, whatever,’ Jacqueline huffed and continued to stare out of the window unseeingly at the world rushing past her.
‘You’re going to wake up one fucking day and realize that you’re fat, ugly, and lonely, and will have no one to blame but your own fucking miserable ass for it,’ Warren thought and Jacqueline gasped aloud at the hateful, hurtful image that flashed in her mind’s eye.
Warren smiled to himself as Jacqueline tried hard to push that image out of her mind. He thought it again and she actually began to sob quietly at the horrifying image. Her stomach tightened and she felt positively ill, like she was going to throw up. Finally Warren relented and let the thought out of his own mind and it left Jacqueline’s mind. She slumped down in her seat and sobbed for a few minutes.
‘God, what a horrible thought,’ she finally thought, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue she dragged out of her purse.
The bus pulled into the parking lot of Wesley High School and the students milled about and slowly descended from the bus.
‘Today, I’m going to talk to him,’ Missy Anderson thought. ‘I’m not going to chicken out, I’m going to go right up to him and talk to him.’
‘Who?’ Warren thought as he picked up on her train of thought.
‘That cute guy Warren,’ Missy wrinkled up her face in confusion. ‘Who else would I be thinking about?’
‘Oh, I don’t know, there’s Tommy Collins, there’s Doug Glass, or Bobby Smith,’ Warren thought, naming the popular jocks of the school.
‘God, please!’ Missy thought. ‘Like I haven’t already been out on dates with all of them and all they want to do is grab your boobs and try to get your face on their little dicks. I want someone that’s a real man, not a selfish little boy.’
‘So, go up and say ‘hi,’ Warren thought as he put his lunch into his locker and check the batteries on his talking calculator, his mini cassette recorder and his Braille and speak machine.
‘But suppose he laughs at me?’ Missy thought.
She wasn’t used to having self-doubt. She was a cheerleader, she was popular, and she was blonde. But for the first three years she was at Wesley, she had also lived up to the ‘dumb blonde’ image. Now that she was eighteen years old, and having to look to the future, she realized that ‘dumb blonde’ act had seriously hampered her.
‘I bet he’d be thrilled to have someone say ‘hi’ to him, instead of ignoring him or acting like he’s not even there,’ Warren thought and closed his locker.
‘Hi, Warren,’ Missy shyly said.
‘Oh, my God! I cannot believe it!’ she was screaming in her head when he smiled at her.
‘Hi, Missy, right?’ he said.
‘Uh, yeah, it’s Missy,’ she said and blushed.
‘Yeah, we have Chemistry and Calculus together,’ Warren smiled.
‘And don’t forget Spanish,’ she reminded him, so pleased that he knew who she was and what classes they had together.
‘I’m trying to forget all about Spanish class,’ he laughed ruefully.
‘Yeah, it’s kind of a bitch, huh?’ she said then faltered.
‘Now what?’ she thought.
‘I don’t know, tell him what you’d like to do with him,’ Warren thought, not sure where to go from here. People normally didn’t talk with him.
‘Um, what period do you have lunch?’ Missy asked.
‘Fourth, like all seniors,’ Warren said.
‘The Seniors all have fourth?’ she asked, surprised.
‘Yeah, seniors and juniors, the sophomores and freshmen have fifth,’ Warren said and began to tap toward their Homeroom. ‘Why?’
‘Well, I uh,’ Missy said and faltered.
‘I’d really like it if you sat with me, talked with me, didn’t act like I’m some dumb bitch,’ she thought. ‘But how do I say that?’
‘Um, listen, at lunch, I normally just go sit outside, you know, by the field, ’cause it’s so hard for me to find a seat in the cafeteria,’ Warren said.
‘Oh, that’s no problem!’ Missy said happily. ‘I can help you find a seat!’
‘And it’ll be right next to me,’ she smugly thought.
‘Um, okay, I’ll meet you by my locker, okay?’ he smiled and they entered their homeroom.
Most of the teachers ignored Warren, not sure what he was capable of or how to teach him. The morning passed in the usual monotonous dirge of sit and daydream. As long as he didn’t disrupt the classes, his teachers were happy to give him a passing grade.
He amused himself by listening in on the thoughts of his fellow students.
>,>,’Fucking bitch’s stuffing her bra, I’m sure of it.’
>,>,’I hate this damned class, why do I have to take this stupid shit? It’s not like I’ll ever use this boring shit ever again.’
>,>,Man, the Eagles played like dog shit last week!’
>,>,’God, stop! She’s going too fast! I’ll never get this shit!’
>,>,’I wish all these fucking ass holes would just die.’
The last one he honed in on and sure enough it was Jacqueline. He smiled to himself as he forced the image of her as a fat, ugly, miserable old woman into her mind.
‘No!’ Jacqueline screamed aloud, and the entire class stared at her.
She grabbed her purse and ran from the room, Ms. Demura calling after her.
After a moment, the class calmed down a bit and Ms. Demura went back to her rapid-fire lecture.
>,>,’Man, what the fuck was that about?’
>,>,’If that little snot nosed bitch thinks she can just disrupt my class whenever she feels like it, she’s got another thing coming.’
>,>,’Must be her time of the month.’
>,>,’Terry says he’s fucking her, but I don’t believe him. There’s no way Jacqueline’s fucking him, lying sack of shit.’
The bell rang and everyone shuffled out of the class and dispersed to their next classes. Warren actually picked up his step a little as he tapped down to Spanish class.
Normally he hated this class, but the idea that Missy was in the class and was looking forward to seeing him made him look forward to the class.
‘I wonder if he has a magic touch,’ Missy thought as she sat down next to Warren. ‘I mean, they’re always saying that when God takes away one sense, the
others are heightened.’
‘I’d love to touch you and find out if that’s true,’ Warren thought and Missy squealed, thinking that she’d actually spoken aloud and that Warren had vocally responded.
‘Don’t be embarrassed,’ he thought and smiled.
He knew that, even if his touches were just clumsy grabs, he’d make her think they were magic indeed.
‘Maybe I’m losing my mind,’ a nervous thought came into his consciousness.
For a moment, he felt guilty about the harsh feelings he was giving Jacqueline, then pushed that thought out of his mind. If she were a little nicer, a little more humane, he wouldn’t have given her such horrifying images in the first place.
‘I wonder what’s wrong with that fucking bitch?’ Missy thought as a visibly shaken Jacqueline walked past and found a seat.
Ms. Carmen quickly called roll and then began the Language exercises. Unlike most of the teachers, Ms. Carmen insisted that Warren be an active participant in her class. Being blind didn’t hinder his mouth and his mind.
>,>,’I should just fuck the little bastard up, sitting they’re thinking he’s all hot-shit.’
‘Fuck who up?’ Warren thought.
>,>,’That blind ass wipe. Sitting there with Missy the Tease, fucking bitch won’t put out for no one, and the little freak’s just sitting there, like he’s got a fucking prayer.’
‘What Ever, fucker,’ Warren thought.
‘I am not going to fuck with Warren. I am very afraid of Warren. He could hurt me and that scares me,’ Warren pushed and smilled as the hostile thoughts were replaced with fear.
‘Ms. Carmen is such a fucking dumb ass, thinking anyone actually gives a shit about this stupid class,’ Jacqueline thought and absently flicked a lock of her blonde hair.
‘Sitting there, not paying a bit of attention,’ Ms. Carmen thought and narrowed her eyes at Jacqueline.
‘Ms. Burns, what is the greeting one would use if one was not sure if the person you are greeting speaks your language?’ she asked, snapping Jacqueline out of her reverie.
‘I shaved my pussy last night,’ Jacqueline said in perfect Spanish.
Ms. Carmen’s mouth opened and closed several times but nothing came out. Jacqueline looked at her blankly. A few of the students that understood Spanish gasped and tittered at the statement. Jacqueline looked around, unused to being laughed at.
‘Did she just say what I think she said?’ Missy asked Warren.
‘I think so,’ Warren smiled.
He had put the words into Jacqueline’s mind, telling her that this was the standard greeting.
‘What?’ Jacqueline huffed, and then gave the correct greeting. ‘That’s not right?’
‘Uh, yes, yes, Ms. Burns, that is correct,’ Ms. Carmen finally said and quickly called on someone else.
At the sound of the buzzer, Missy grabbed her books and said, ‘See you at lunch!’
‘I really do think I’m losing my mind,’ Jacqueline thought as she gathered up her books.
—-
Warren smiled as he picked up on Missy’s bubbly, excited thoughts near his locker.
Inside the cafeteria, the overwhelming noise made it impossible to listen in on any thoughts, so he really had to concentrate on her voice and on her touches and nudges, he was completely rattled by the time they found a table to sit at.
‘Aw, Jesus, why the fuck are they sitting at my table?’ Jacqueline glared at the pretty, popular blonde cheerleader and that freak she was with.
‘Shave your pussy lately?’ Missy asked Jacqueline in Spanish, and then giggled.
‘I’ve tried that before, itches like you wouldn’t believe!’ she whispered to Warren.
Jacqueline’s lips moved as she repeated to herself the question that Missy asked her, and then struggled with the translation.
‘Did you put baby oil on it afterward?’ Warren asked her.
‘No! I didn’t even think of that!’ Missy said. ‘Does that work? I mean, it works with your legs and your underarms, but…’
‘What?’ Jacqueline shrieked, finally translating Missy’s question.
She stood up and glared at the girl.
‘That’s what you told everyone in Spanish,’ Missy laughed at an outraged Jacqueline.
‘The fuck I did!’ Jacqueline screeched out loud.
‘I was there, that’s what I heard too,’ Warren said and smiled.
‘Is this what my grandmother went through?’ Jacqueline wondered and sat back down heavily.
Again, Warren felt that slight twinge of conscience, but quickly pushed it out of his mind.
‘I’ve got cheerleader practice this afternoon,’ Missy was prattling, but Warren was busily listening to Jacqueline’s frazzled thoughts.
‘Was she a mean, self-centered bitch like you?’ Warren thought.
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