Eighteen Months

by Giulia Napoli

  “Not easily.” I could tell he was tiring further. “It would require surgery for sure. If the bellybutton jewel were removed, it’s going to leave a hole. Your navel is, of course, essentially gone. I had to remove the little folded button shape to make room for the jewel. Removing the nipple studs, or the rings for that matter, would be serious surgery. It would probably be especially hard on your nipples, and likely render them incapable of sensation, even of the level that you now have since they’ve been modified. Not to mention scarring …”

  I was shaking again, and I’d have to learn more on Thursday. Whatever Roger had decided would be done to me, it was going to leave permanent changes that would last even beyond my blindness.

  I smoked a half dozen cigarettes by the time Rina returned a couple hours later. I told her about the conversation with Doctor Riffkin.

  “I want to see this,” she said.

  “We can take off the bandages tomorrow night. Meanwhile, don’t worry about it. You aren’t responsible, Rina, I am. I made the agreement.”

  “But I set you up.”

  “You tried to help me and I’m grateful.”

  “THEY PIERCED YOUR CLIT!”

  “Yeah, that one’s a little tough to deal with. I hope I can still get off.”

  “It could as easily turn you into a nympho.”

  Rina’s comments were making me feel worse, maybe even angry. “At this point, my life is so out of control that I give up. I’m gonna stop caring what I become. Frigid or nympho, who cares?”

  “Alie … don’t let that happen.”

  “It already has. Frankly, it started when I was blinded, and it was probably cemented when you changed my name to Alie. Then you found me a stripper job because I’m incapable of doing anything else. Yeah, now, Natalie Adams is dead.”

  That was the totally wrong thing to say to Rina and I regretted it immediately. She didn’t say anything. After several minutes of silence, I felt so bad I had to try to make it better, tell her that it wasn’t her fault at all. She was my only friend. And a very good friend at that. She’d become my lover. She was the only one keeping me going.

  “Rina, I’m sorry. Honest. I didn’t mean anything I just said. You’ve been the best friend I’ve ever had.”

  She didn’t say anything.

  “Rina?”

  Nothing.

  “Rina!” I called out louder.

  Still nothing. Then I heard a car start up in the driveway. She’d slipped out and I hadn’t heard her. I ran to the door. “RINA!” I yelled as loudly as I could.

  But she was gone.

  I called her mobile three times but she didn’t answer.

  Alone that night, I cried myself to sleep.

  **********

  I awoke to the familiar darkness. “7:38 am,” the talking alarm said. I lay on my back and my hands came up to the big mounds on my chest.

  If they’d been swollen, they still were. If not, I was a really busty girl now.

  The fact was, I was a really busty girl. Olympic-class hooters, as my ex-boyfriend would have said.

  He really was a prick.

  Given what had happened recently, I had to admit to the possibility that maybe I preferred girls. How would they react to my big jugs? Would they be a turn-on or a turn-off to another woman?

  Rina didn’t care. She loved me no matter how I was. She’d never said it, but I knew.

  I called her immediately.

  She didn’t answer.

  I cried.

  I finally got up and tapped my way to the toilet, put on a robe, and tapped my way into the kitchen. I made Keurig coffee – blind pot luck – it turned out to be Folgers’s Carmel Drizzle, one of my favorites. I toasted an onion bagel and buried it in cream cheese. I got it down before I started crying again.

  I missed Rina; I’d wronged Rina; I wanted Rina. And I was tired of being blind.

  Rina would have said that was stupid. I am a blind girl - I know it, and she would have said it. I could almost hear her say, “Tough shit. Don’t let it define you. You’re more than that. Now get on with your life. Don’t be a whiner.” Or any of a hundred expressions that Rina used to keep me from drowning in self-pity. She was right, and now I knew it more than ever. Because she wasn’t here to say it.

  I can’t see and I won’t be able to – for a long time, if ever. I’M FUCKING BLIND! I need to get on with living! Even if I’m sighted again in eighteen months, that could turn out to be nearly two percent of my life! I can’t waste two percent of my life! Alie, I said to myself, you’re an idiot!

  I’d truly called myself Alie without thinking. It was at that moment that my life actually changed. Life had ripped me apart and I was stranded somewhere along a blind alley. Ha! I was not only heading down a damn blind alley, I was a fucking blind Alie!

  I laughed until I cried. I cried on and off until noon. Then I called Rina again. But she didn’t answer. This time, I left a message.

  “I’m sorry, Rina. I’m an idiot. I’m an ass and a terrible person. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had and I miss you. And I need you too. Please call me.

  “I promise I’ll never complain again about my life and what’s happened to it. I won’t complain about being blind during part of my life either. If they hadn’t made me blind, I never would have met you. So in that way, for sure, I’m glad to be blind. I’m happy they did it to me, Rina, so I could find you.”

  I was trying to hold back a flood of tears at this point, not very successfully.

  “Honestly Rina, from my heart, I’d much rather have been blinded than to never have met you, even if it had meant that I NEVER would see anything again. Right now, you’re more important to me than sight. I expect you always will be. Please come back.

  “I promise that if you call me, I’ll be a better person. I’ll be the best blind, big-titted, exotic-dancer friend you’ve ever had. I’ll try to be the best friend you’ve ever had too. And, by far, the best lover. Please call me. Or, better yet, come back to my house. I miss you Rina.”

  I had to stop at that point because I was crying uncontrollably. Pushing the end call button, I hung up.

  About two hours later, my doorbell rang. I flew to the door, tripping over an ottoman in the process, and pulled it open in a rush.

  “Rina?” I asked.

  “Ah … no … I’m Lindsey. We met the other day when I stopped to welcome you to the neighborhood?”

  “Oh … sorry, Lindsey … I was expecting someone else.”

  “I won’t stay but a moment,” she said. I hoped my disappointment didn’t show.

  “What’s up?”

  “As you know, there are a lot of physically challenged people in River’s Edge. There are various groups of folks with common problems who meet to support each other. It turns out that the visually impaired group is meeting on Wednesday night, only two blocks from here, at River Lutheran Church. I wanted to let you know about it, but I didn’t have your phone number so I took a chance on stopping by.”

  That was nice of her. “Thanks Lindsey. What time is the meeting?”

  “Seven o’clock next Wednesday evening. Would you need any help getting there?”

  “I can probably walk there easily enough, if you can tell me something about how far it is and on which side of the street. I can also put the address in my phone’s GPS-Blind app. It talks to me as I walk along.”

  She gave me directions and left. It was very kind of her to stop by like that, and I’d told her so.

  After she’d gone, I sat on the couch and smoked several cigarettes which I carefully extinguished. It was a good thing, because I cried myself to sleep.

  The doorbell woke me. My wristwatch said it was 6:05 in the evening.

  I went to the door and opened it.

  “Can I come in?” Rina asked.

  I fumbled for the latch, managed to flip the lock and pushed the screen door open. I jumped out of the door, grabbed for Rina and found her. I hugged her right there on the porc
h. I kissed her and she kissed me back. At least for a moment, all was right in my world.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” I cried into her shoulder.

  “I shouldn’t have left,” she said, “I thought I needed to cool down, think for a while. Then it was morning and I got stuck at work. I didn’t want to call; I wanted to come in person. I didn’t realize it would be so late when I got here. Forgive me?”

  “Of course, but I’m the one at fault. Forgive me, please?”

  “Yes, and if it’s okay with you, I’d just as soon forget about it.”

  “I’ll forget, except for the valuable lesson I learned. I’m gonna be a better person, stop complaining about anything, be the friend and lover you deserve. If I step back and look at my life as it is, it’s really pretty good. Yeah I’m blind – so what? I’ve got the most wonderful friend and lover, a home, a really high-paying job, big breasts …”

  “And a bunch of free jewelry that we get to check out tonight. I really care about you too, Alie. Can I call you Alie?”

  “That’s my name. The woman I love gave it to me. What could be better than that? It’s the only name I want.”

  “I’ll bet you’ll need a stage name for dancing.”

  “Hmm … you may be right. I shouldn’t use my real name. We’ll have to come up with something.”

  “Let Roger figure it out. You’ll see him Friday.”

  “Yeah, he’d probably want to come up with it anyway. Okay, I’ll ask him.”

  And then we hugged and kissed some more. Rina ordered a pizza. We smoked and drank wine until it arrived.

  Chapter 10 – DD’s

  With full tummies we went into the living room and lit after-dinner cigarettes. I sat on the couch and Rina lay on it with her head in my lap. I gently, sensually ran my fingers through her straight, short hair and all over her face and head. She cooed pleasantly, letting me know that it felt good to her. When it got close to 9:00, she suggested that we go into the bedroom and “unwrap” me.

  “I want the bandage off my pussy first,” I said. “Try not to bump the catheter; I’m gonna leave it there and have the doctor remove it tomorrow.”

  I could feel Rina removing the bandages.

  “Holy shit!” She said. I jumped and my heart started pounding like a hammer. She quickly clarified, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’ve never seen clit rings up close and VERY personal.”

  “What do they look like?”

  “First off, your hood is gone.”

  “Gone?” I asked, surprised.

  “Yeah, I know it was there before because I remember slipping the tip of my tongue under it to circle your clit. Now, there’s no evidence it ever existed.”

  “Oh … okay, I guess.” The doctor must have removed it to ring me there.

  “The rings are yellow gold. The vertical one is about a half an inch in diameter at the most. It has a ball on it that sits sort of snuggly on the tip of your clit, and a tiny chain with a small garnet dangling from the bottom of the ring where it enters you. The chain and gem hang down about half an inch. I don’t think they could have positioned that ring like they did, if they hadn’t snipped your hood away. The horizontal ring is a little bigger than the vertical one. There’s no ball on it.”

  “Do they move? Can you flick them?” I hoped that they hadn’t make a rigid cage around my clit.

  I could feel her touch me. There was no pain. Then I felt a jolt of pleasure as she moved one, then the other ring.

  “”They move,” she said. “Could you feel that?”

  “Is the shore near the ocean? Wow! Do that again!”

  She did and I moaned with pleasure. This was really something! “Oh my God, Rina, that is so good – you can’t imagine!”

  “So maybe you are a nympho now,” she laughed.

  “Uh … there’s one thing for sure … it feels REALLY good when those rings are touched and moved even a little.”

  I could feel her grab both and move them slightly at the same time, pulling, pushing, flipping and turning them a little inside me where they seemed somehow to be joined.

  “Oh … oh … oh … OH! DON’T STOP! Aaahhh! AAAHHH! AAAAAHHHHH!” And I came, that easily.

  “You came already?”

  “Uh huh. Holy cow! It’s like they installed a cum lever in me. Pull on it and I perform like a slot machine hitting the jackpot!”

  “Is it sore at all?”

  “Not even a little. Whatever they did to me, it’s all healed up already.”

  “Want me to do that again.”

  “Duh … of course! But let’s check everything else first.”

  “What next?”

  “Check out my inner labia.”

  “Oh … yeah, I forgot about that. Well, first off, you can’t see them sticking out anymore.” I felt her part my outers. It felt good every time she touched me. “Hmm …” Rina said.

  “What?”

  I felt her stretching me and probing with her fingers. That was delicious. I tried to focus. “You have no inners. None at all. Looks like he sliced them off completely. In fact, there’s no sign they were ever there, not even a little scar.”

  “Gee. Well … okay … I never liked how they looked anyway. I guess I don’t have to deal with them anymore.” Then I wondered in a sudden panic, “Do you like my modified pussy?”

  “Oh for heaven’s sake, Alie, yes, of course. It’s not only pretty, but your clit is even more responsive now. I guess we’ll mostly have to wait until the catheter is removed tomorrow to try it out. Probably should wait for the doctor’s okay anyway. I wonder if we can still scissors.”

  “God I hope so!” I started to wonder. Maybe letting them take my inners wasn’t such a good idea, even though I wanted it. They were one of my erogenous zones, after all, I realized. “Unfortunately we’ll have to wait until he says it’s okay to test the equipment. Tell me about the rings in my outers. I’ve felt them, of course.”

  “They’re also gold and are about the same small size as your vertical clit ring, but they have no ball. Maybe an eighth inch thick, which is pretty hefty. They aren’t completely tight against your skin, but they don’t stick out much either. I could easily lace you up with them.”

  “Lace me up? Like what?”

  “Like a shoe, Alie.”

  “Oh … yeah. That might be fun … I guess.”

  “They might want you to do that when you dance sometimes.”

  “Yeah … good point. I suppose I’d do it. Hardly could care, seeing as I’ve gone this far. Maybe I should jump right to porn.”

  “Really?”

  “NO! I’m joking … I think.” We both chuckled nervously.

  I could feel her tugging on the rings piercing my outer lips. “This is odd,” Rina noted. “It almost seems that the rings on a given side are all somehow fastened together inside you, based on the way everything moves when I tug on any, individual ring. We should ask the doc. I’m curious.”

  “I wonder how that could be done.” I mused. “Alright, now it’s time for the clouds to clear so you can see the mountains.” I sat up so Rina could unwrap me.

  I felt the wide elastic slip away, and Rina shouted, “Ay Caramba!”

  “WHAT?” I asked. My heart went from 60 to 200 in a few seconds.

  “I don’t know where to begin ...” As soon as she said that, I reached up to grab my new mounds.

  They felt huge! Big, round, and BIG AND ROUND!

  Then I felt my nipples. They were stiff, protruding, and there was something hard on the tips of them. There were rings through them horizontally that I could flip up and down, which sent more jolts of pleasure through me, though certainly less than my clit rings did.

  “What the hell is this? Describe them to me.”

  “First off, those are stripper tits if ever there were any such thing,” Rina said, awe in her voice. “They’re really gorgeous!”

  “They are?” I asked, skeptical.

  “Yes. T
hey’re big and they’re round and they’re not at all teardrop-shaped anymore. They’re very symmetrical. If I had to guess, I’d say they probably are DD-cups, because they look bigger than a simple D. I wouldn’t have thought you’d stretch that much but you sure did.”

  I wanted to ask more but decided to let her go on.

  “You have thick rings through the base of your nipples – they’re probably an eighth of an inch thick and maybe slightly under an inch in outside diameter. The tips of your nipples are smooth, convex garnets that appear partially sunk into the nipple tips – they’re slightly smaller in diameter than your nipples are there. They match your bellybutton button.”

  I could feel her playing with the nipples, the hardness at their tips, and the rings. I felt little waves of pleasure that gradually grew.

  “Okay, Alie, this is definitely weird.”

  “What now?”

  “I think the garnets on the tips are connected to posts that go through the center of your nipples and are plugged into the rings inside you somehow. If I hold the tip and the ring, I can tell they’re like one piece. I wonder how they did that.”

  “Are my nipples erect?”

  “Oh yeah. I don’t think they can be any other way because the garnet is bonded to your skin itself, and the post is connected to the ring, so it pulls your nipple out as far as the post makes it go. If you ever have children, don’t plan on nursing them, though.”

  “Yeah. I guess that’s out of the question, but I’ll check with the doc anyway. How does it look overall?”

  “Honestly? Those are the sexiest tits and BY FAR the sexiest nipples I’ve ever seen. A definite wow.”

  At first blush, that didn’t sound so bad. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

  “Huh-uh. God’s honest truth, you look sexier at this moment than anyone I’ve ever seen, in person or in pictures. Wow! They succeeded in turning you into a both a woman’s and a man’s wet dream.”

  In an instant, her lips were on mine, and her hands were all over my breasts. I guess she was telling me the truth because I reached into her shorts and she was as wet as the Great Lakes.