The "crotch watch" took place at a local playground where Corky became best friends with two sisters, Cheechee and Sylvia, Cheechee slightly younger and Sylvia slightly older than he. The girls didn't look much like sisters. Cheechee was a skinny blonde with pigtails, and Sylvia was had nearly black hair that was curly, and a little on the wild side. But they both always wore the shortest of shorts, and loosely fitting ones too. They loved to take turns playing checkers with Corky, and when doing so they would each sit straddling the bench of a picnic table with the checkerboard between them. Corky loved looking at their panties beneath their shorts, and seeing how much skin he could make out down there. Cheechee was exciting enough to look at, but Sylvia was something else. Corky could make out mysterious wisps of curly black hair peeking out from Sylvia's panties, not evident with Cheechee.
Their second favorite thing to do was to spend time on the seesaw, another opportunity for the girls to take turns straddling the opposite end of the plank, and generously bestowing on Corky all the pink a twelve year old could handle, plus the hint of a more adult mystery with the older girl. Sylvia's budding breasts were more obvious too, but both girls had thousand watt smiles for Corky, and competed for his willing attention. What Corky did not realize at the time was that the erections that often created an obvious tent in his own baggy shorts would result in Cheechee and Sylvia recalling that same summer as the summer of their own "crotch watch."
As Corky lay in the now quiet room waiting for sleep to claim his all too active mind, his troubled ruminations about the elusive Joyce and her mystery friend Billie gave way to more familiar images from years before. In his drowsy mind's eye there was Cheechee with her sharp nose, her brilliant blonde hair in pigtails, and the invitation of her innocent crotch. There was also the darker image of her sister Sylvia, whose jet black curls framed her pixie face, and whose practically steaming crotch promised fulfillments Corky could only imagine. Corky dimly recognized the onset of that familiar recurrent dream. In his mind's eye, now becoming his dream's eye, their thousand watt smiles beamed again, and their now naked forms spread wide for him invitingly. His dream images were no longer sharp and clear and their young forms blurred, but Corky's last impression before his sleep became deep was that at the center of each girl's spread thighs, at her most private place, each girl displayed for him alone yet another of those treasured thousand watt smiles.
After Corky's accident at age twelve his life was very different. He missed an entire year of school, rejoining the public school a year behind his former classmates. During that year he had a lot to learn about being blind, and many skills to master. He learned to use a long white cane with which to travel, to use a typewriter, and to read and write braille. He obtained a "Talking Book machine" and borrowed recorded books from the Library for the Blind. He had to relearn such mundane tasks as how to comb his own hair "without looking, how to use a knife and fork," and how to get a dab of toothpaste on his stupid toothbrush without getting it all over everything. He got a braille wristwatch, a braille ruler, and even a braille checkerboard, or at least one he could use. The red squares were elevated slightly and the black ones a little lower. The red pieces were round and the black ones square. Instead of making a King by stacking one piece on top of another, each piece had a circular depression on one surface, and when the piece was made a King, it was turned with that side up. All these things were the accumulated "techniques of blindness," that helped to lessen the burden during that year of his rehabilitation.
But the heaviest burden of all was one which Corky could not share with anyone. It was the conviction deep in his heart that his life as a sexual person, which had never really begun, was over, finished, doomed, and closed. There would never again be a girl or woman with one of those thousand watt smiles for him, and what kind of woman could ever be interested in a blind man? He himself had never even seen a blind person, and it was hard to believe all those autobiographies of successful blind people he read on Talking Books. He had just better forget about girls now that he would have to be blind for the rest of his life.
When Corky began high school, contact with the opposite sex was rare for him. His unhealthy self image and lack of confidence led him to be unusually shy, especially with girls. When others were going to the movies on dates, or going to dances and proms, making out, petting, maybe even more, Corky was always left behind, and spent all his time getting top grades in all his subjects. He soon developed a reputation as a brain, which didn't help his social life any. He would rather have gotten laid like some of his buddies claimed they were, but it seemed that girls only liked guys with cars.. If they could be believed, his buddies were unfastening a lot of brassieres, getting into a lot of panties, doing a lot of finger fucking, getting a lot of blowjobs, etc., all with the help of their cars. He suddenly found himself a freshman in college, with virtually no experience with girls, and no clue what to do about it.
"Well I have to think about it," Billie said.
" Please, please, please!" coaxed Joyce. "It's just for the Christmas party, and besides, I already told him you just couldn't' wait to meet him."
"Thanks a lot, Joyce. So now all of a sudden that makes it my problem? " Billie was pissed. She did not like being manipulated, but she could not think of any other good reason not to help Joyce out of her predicament. Evidently this guy was pestering Joyce for a date, and Joyce just wanted to pass him around until he got the message and disappeared. So why not be a Joyce stand-in with this guy at their Christmas party? It would not be the first time. Joyce could be a bitch after all, and there probably wasn't that much wrong with the guy, even if he was blind. That wasn't the worst thing in the world, and it might just turn out to be interesting.
"I know, I know, i should never have encouraged him in the first place, but please, just this once, and I'll never ask you to do anything like this ever again, honest!" Joyce now pleaded.
"Yeah, I bet you won't. Okay, but just this once," Billie relented, a little reluctantly.
Joyce was ecstatic, and gave Billie a warm hug. "You are an absolute angel, and besides, it will only be for a couple of hours and it will be over before you know it."
And so it was arranged. Billie was constantly amazed at how young her student nurse classmates seemed, although the girls were all the same age. They seemed to be there, most of them, to set a trap for a good husband. An ambitious young medical student would be best, or better yet, an intern or resident, but until one came along, one had to keep oneself highly visible and ever available.
Not so with Billie. She was genuinely interested in her studies and in all that went with nursing. Maybe it was because of the summers she had spent since she was 15 on her uncle Dexter's ranch in Montana. There she had a chance to see first hand how nature worked, how the livestock were bred and husbanded, how fragile life was, and how important it was to be able to foster growth and health, not only of the animals, but of the people who cared for them. She didn't really want to become a veterinarian or a rancher herself, and nursing seem to be exactly the right path for her.
Not that Billie didn't enjoy dating and the company of boys. In fact, if truth be told, those summers in Montana came about when her parents thought they had to intervene with her to tame a wild side that they saw developing. Billie fought their intervention like a tiger at first, but finally agreed to go all the way out West to fucking Montana of all places, and deal with Uncle Dexter, and his horses, and his ranch hands. And damned if she didn't have the time of her life there. Returning to Montana every summer was Billie's own idea, and her parents were happy to agree. She was careful to be a "good girl" at home after that first summer, so as not to spoil her chances for the next summer. That only meant she was more discreet with her occasional high school involvements than she had ever been before.
Willis Hospital with its School of Nursing was only a few blocks from the local college, which was still a men's school. Officials of each institution took great pains to arrange for events where first year students from one school could mingle with those from the other. Thus the mixer where Joyce first met Corky, and also the Christmas party where he would be passed around like a plate of cookies to anyone who would have him.
On the evening of the party, about two dozen young men arrived at the School of Nursing in twos and threes. They were slightly outnumbered by the student nurses ,who greeted them warmly as they entered the spacious lounge of the residence. Billie spotted Corky with a friend, recognizing him immediately by the long white cane he used so deftly, and by the dark glasses he wore. Except for those things, he was actually pretty easy to look at. He was tall and well dressed, with a good posture and a contagious smile. Maybe this was not going to be such a chore after all.
After watching the arriving groups for a few minutes, and with no sign of Joyce to make introductions, she approached the pair of them.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone named Corky," she said. "Do either of you know him?"
Corky beamed, and replied, "That's me. I'm Corky. What's your name?"
It worked! "I'm Billie," she replied, "Joyce said you might be here."
"Yes, Joyce," he commented, "Oh, and this is Norman, We came together so he could help me learn my way."
Billie and Norman exchanged greetings, and soon the party organizers announced that the evening would begin with a Caroling session, followed by refreshments later, and the festivities began. Billie gave Norman a knowing look, and gestured to him with a smile and a quick toss of her head.
"Oh, hey listen," Norman said, "I'll catch you later, Corky my boy. You two have fun, you hear?"
