As I sat down to schedule my classes for the Spring 2008 semester, I looked at my Engineering flowchart, and let out a sigh of despair. Differential Equations, Circuits, and Engineering Physics II were just some of the courses that were slated for the upcoming semester. However, heeding advice given to me by one of my counselors, I looked for a class that would bring some levity to a heavy-loaded semester. There were a few spots left in Russian 1001, but I just could not imagine having a 7:30am Russian lecture five days a week. After doing a little more searching, I found the perfect course! Communication Disorders 2051: Introduction to Sign Language. I figured that it would be a very nice change of pace in regards to my major classes, and it would give me an opportunity to improve upon my communication skills.
Fast forward to our mid-term project. Our objective was to enter a public place of business, preferably a place where communication is pertinent, and to operate under the premise that we were hearing impaired. The goal of the experiment was to see if people would treat us differently, just because we were faced with a "barrier" to effectively communicate. I knew that this would push my patience and emotional limits, because people fear what they don't understand, and ridicule what isn't "normal." However, I did what was asked of me, and went to my business of choice: McDonald's. The idea of standing in line and ordering food seems pretty easy, right? Well, let me summarize my experience: I was cursed out because I wasn't "paying attention," the cashier asked me if I was "fucking retarded" because I didn't answer her, and ultimately I was ignored and passed over while trying to order my food. Just as I was about to go clean the fuck off on that bitch behind the counter, I felt a hand gently rest upon my shoulder....
Faster forward to a week before final exams. The hand that landed on my shoulder belonged to Kristen, a beautiful young woman that was born with a heart of gold, and ears that had never heard a sound. That day in McDonald's, Kristen came to my rescue, because she knew what I was going through. It took me a while to explain the mid-term project to her, but once I showed her the course syllabus, she smiled with understanding. As a result of our chance encounter, Kristen and I became close friends. She'd basically helped me pass all of my tests and quizzes, and even taught me signs beyond the course objective. She was truly amazing, and on the Friday before Finals, I made sure I told her. I invited her over to my apartment for dinner, as a way to thank her. She arrived wearing tights and a fitted t-shirt. In all of our interactions with each other, I never noticed how sexy Kristen was....Anyway, after we'd finished dinner, I sat her on the couch, and stood in front of her. Using only Sign Language, here's what I said, "Kristen, thank you for helping me. You are a great woman, and I really like you. You make me feel warm, like the sun." After struggling to get all of that out, Kristen stood up to hug me, and without any warning, SHE SPOKE IN MY EAR, "You make me feel beautiful." My eyes got big as she followed her statement with a gentle kiss on my cheek. We locked eyes, shared an amazing first, second, third, fourth, and fifth kiss, and then walked into my bedroom.
My Twin XL sheets have told many stories before, but there's nothing like a story told without words. Kristen and I laid down, and shared a romantic dialogue your favorite playwright would have wet dreams about. I slowly ran my fingers through her curly brown hair, as she climbed on top of me, and rubbed her face against my beard. I massaged her scalp, as to ease the tension created by days of studying and preparing for Final Exams creates. I could hear Kristen humming as my fingers crawled through lecture notes and example problems, but her humming quickly turned into a "hmph." She looked directly into my eyes, and then pushed up and pointed at the erection pressing against the purity of her passion. I awkwardly smiled in embarrassment, but so did she. She climbed from on top of me, pulled her shirt off, and kicked her sandals from her feet. She removed the rubber band from my wrist, and put her hair in a pony tail. She then gave me a sign that my roommate and I were all to familiar with. The ASL sign for sex. [Quick lesson: 1. Make the "peace" sign with both of your hands. 2. Position your right hand on top of and facing your left hand. 3. Bounce them against each other. Thank me later....]
I leaned in and kissed her softly. From her forehead, to her left eyelid, then her nose, then her right eyelid, but as I approached her right ear, her passion became my purpose. As I kissed and nibbled on her ear, I could feel her body tense up, as if I was pulling the life out of her....but as tear drops landed on my cheek, I knew I was actually breathing life into her. I thought that Kristen was uniquely perfect, and that it was my job to highlight her perfections. As the warm air from my mouth surged through her damaged ears, Kristen began moaning and sighing with relief and comfort. I continued my kissing adventure to her neck, her collarbones, her shoulders, and while I began to kiss on her breasts, I let my hands rest against her passion. The puddle created by her passion pushed through her panties, providing me with a perfect opportunity to practice my monologue along her pelvis. I let my kisses fall down onto her ribs, to her stomach, in circles around her navel, and gently to the waistband of her tights. I looked up at her for a split second, and then proceeded to suck on warm and wet spot located on the front of her tights. Kristen immediately slid her tights down, and closed her eyes....It was time for my monologue.
After sliding a pillow under her ass, and with my lips pressed against hers, I massaged the inner workings of her passion with my tongue. The essence of Kristen dribbled down my chin, as my mouth recited prose worth hearing three times. Low pitched humming, gentle nibbling, slow, deep licking, and just to really show my appreciation, I spelled out every word that I would have uttered while ordering my food at McDonald's the day I met her. I literally ate her until my mouth went numb. As I came up for air, she pushed me back, and reached for my pride. With lips like that, Kristen didn't have to ever say another word to me! She kissed, sucked, and licked me like there was no tomorrow. I wish she could've heard my moans of pleasure, but that didn't matter. I violently tapped her on the should just before my orgasm, but she continued to bob, until I released sweet somethings into her throat. I shook with anticipation, as I rolled a condom onto my pride. With a mutual head nod, it was time for passion and pride to produce pleasure.
Pleasure did indeed ensue, and it was nothing short of phenomenal. Nearing the end of our journey, Kristen's moans and cries were very loud, but I did nothing to muffle them. I wanted my entire floor, hell even my entire building, to hear the girl who was never listened to. The girl with a heart of gold, a hearing impairment, an unbelievable passion, and a story for all that are willing to listen....
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