Chapter 2428 My Cock Is Enough(Romance Fuck Story):>Ep8
- I had missed the remainder of the entire semester when I was injured, and then an entire year learning to live as a blind man. I'd easily mastered voice recognition software, and although it wasn't perfect, my professors recognized perhaps I had a bit of a handicap on making things look perfect. I'd learned braille -- which surprisingly, being immersed and forced to, wasn't all that difficult. Initially my family and friends had needed to take me everywhere, but I'd rapidly learned to order and use Uber and taxi's and other transportation companies. I'd had a few Uber drivers not like the idea of taking my eyes, Pat, in their car, but when I pointed out they were legally obligated they usually went along. One driver refused, but a complaint to Uber was all it took. He actually asked for me the next time, profusely apologized and said they nearly fired him as he was in the wrong, and he became one of my favorite drivers. I had a standing pickup time to come to school, and he was usually my driver.
- I slipped into my seat, Pat lying beside me in his place, but thinking of Jennifer, my 18, almost 19-year-old girlfriend. I wanted to go out with her, I wanted to officially ask her to be my girlfriend, and especially I wanted to have sex with her, but how was that going to happen? What could we do, as anything that required sight...? Just two years before, when I was a star cross-country runner, I could have... I interrupted my own thoughts, realizing that two years ago, Jennifer was in high school. Two years ago, I was 19 and in college. Two years ago, when I'd been laid up in a coma in a hospital... the Angel of Mercy that had taken such good care of me ...
- I gulped and shifted in my seat. I desperately wanted to re-arrange my cock which had grown down my leg, but I'd become very cognizant over the last year of how I appeared to others, and that others were possibly looking, or seeing, things that I didn't know. I'd developed a sixth sense, knowing that people were watching. Now I was saved by the professor's voice calling my name. "Jeff?" She'd apparently noticed I was daydreaming. I had to ask her to repeat the question, but luckily with my new study habits I knew the answer.