One Way to Graduate

Nora typed while he stuttered away, finally interrupting with, "Thank you. No one has ever said that." Luckily she could look at him closely as those heavy words recited above his head, simply, plainly, imparting all the missing emotion with her eyes.

Ethan had no words, he simply held her tighter.

A moment passed. Comfortable. Quiet. Permeated as always by the thumping bass and screams of teenagers who'd had one too many. Ethan saw her eyes flicking past his shoulder and then back at him with a more playful stare. "Okay. This is nice but I want more please."

"Oh sick, me too!" Ethan let burst, before cocking a half smile. "Do you want to really do it? No pressure, totally up to you..."

Nora shook a bit, typing. "Yes! I knew that must not be everything!"

"Oh yeah," Ethan couldn't stifle a smile at her eager naiveté, "that was probably a lot further than some of your classmates have gotten, but there's always more."

A glance upward and a beaming smile made it clear to Ethan what Nora wanted, even if she didn't seem to know the specifics.

He looked distracted for a second. "You know, those two at the door got me thinking... I don't know if you know, but its almost a stereotype how bad high school sex can be, especially your first time -- I mean your real first time, that was just third base. You ever seen Superbad, Booksmart? I don't know if Ferris Bueller counts. I guess I'm really asking: do you know about the birds and the bees?"

Ethan only got that confused side-to-side look from Nora, before she typed, "Are the birds and the bees like the Byrds and the Beatles?"

"No... I mean... you know those movies I mentioned?"

"No. I am sorry. I feel like Mom only puts Disney or Pixar on the television. I watch the news with Dad but that is boring. They never talk about the sex."

"No... they wouldn't..." Frustrated, Ethan had to check himself and remember this was the girl he had just freed from a child lock -- at eighteen years old! He scoffed at how sheltered they kept her. "Well, whatever movies your parents do or don't let you see, I'll take you, or we can have another night in. I'll be your bad influence."

Nora simply swooned and squealed, chest thrusting up in a way that made both of them blush, eliciting a grin from Ethan.

"See, you're easy! Sounds like a date."

Nora couldn't look up more confidently. She wanted more of this boy, now! If she could have more later, too, there was no hesitancy or doubt there.

"Anyways, my point was: the actors in teen movies always kind of just spread some legs and rub themselves together. Very PG, if you know what I mean. And it always goes kind of wrong... with able bodies too."

Nora wondered why he was talking about this, her brow quivering in confusion.

"What I mean to say is... I... don't know what you're expecting, but I don't think you would enjoy us following some stereotypical whatever, my weight pressing on your hips like that. Not after you were in such pain earlier, just laying wrong."

Nora didn't want to say outright to Ethan that she didn't really know what to expect, but she had to admit he was right, looking down. 'No. So that means we won't be--'

"So that means we have to find another way..."

Ethan explained to her what he had in mind, making sure she understood why and what to expect, but before long the party seemed to be quieting outside and it came time to take action -- now or never -- and after another bout of cuddles and kisses, Ethan got to work.

Taking the tether, all three or four feet of it, Ethan attached one end to Nora's wild wrist and tied it like a belt around her slim waist, making a knot, before terminating the velcro cuff loop on her other wrist. Now, arms tied down and anchored to herself even as they tried to recoil, extend, escape; Ethan didn't have to worry about her swinging fist or the one that was trying to dig a hole in her chest. Speaking of which, he could see now where such simple motions -- repeated hundreds of times, incessantly -- lost their playful passion. Her left breast looked a little red, and she shook a little when he touched her there.

As an apology for missing this, Ethan paid special attention, not with his hands but his mouth, the gentle sucking encouraged by another new addition: Nora's voice.

"Yes. Good. More." The words came out dispassionate but urgent, like an intercom above them that was spouting commands. Nora had turned off pre-compose and opened a basic sheet of words, just enough to glance up at, hold her stare for the required second or so, and then speak out loud. Similar to how she first started speaking at fourteen or fifteen-years-old, simply triggering buttons like this sacrificed eloquence for immediacy, but with the way Ethan made her feel, Nora knew she could save the sonnets for another time.

Still, the basic sheet only got her so far -- "Wow. No. Adjust please. Yes. Good. Thank you! Yes. Yes. Yes." -- but Nora didn't know how she would've explained to her Mom or her speech therapist a custom sheet, way in the back of her menus, filled with swear words and "Suck," "Touch," and "Harder!"

That wouldn't go very well. This would do fine for now.

When they had been talking, Nora had told Ethan she was down for his plan, but this time she wanted to touch him more; to hold him, if possible. It was indescribably frustrating not being able to reach out and embrace the boy so passionately making love to her, even for a girl who couldn't reach out to touch anything, ever. They had tried to think up ideas, with Ethan conspiring a way to tie her wrists together around his back so her spasms would hug him tight, but that only worked if they were having sex missionary-style -- which after a few more attempts to stretch her hips, Nora knew she couldn't.

It was then Nora had reiterated she wanted to "hold 'him'", which caught Ethan off-guard. A bit apprehensive, Ethan knew if she trusted him to touch her in her most private places, it was only right to trust her with the same.

After enough foreplay to get them both breathing heavily again and Ethan's girth stabbing open air like a threat, Ethan left Nora on her back with her knees up, canted together like a teepee, and straddled her; with him on all fours, her laying below him like his prey. Ethan watched hungrily as she squirmed, admiring the gentle curve of her spine, seeing her head worrying side-to-side on his pillow with those sharp eyes watching him back, waiting to see what he'd do to her next, those arms twisting and shoulders shrugging enough to give him a show. She was moving so much, but she wasn't going anywhere.

"You know, hands tied like that, you're squeezing your tits with your arms." he breathed. His cock was hanging just inches from the two clubbed fists in her lap, growing harder and longer as if it could bridge the gap.

Nora hadn't noticed her breasts pressed together between her arms. She was too focused trying to move her awkward hands to touch the tip of him, to nudge him as she had nudged herself. It made her body do plenty of other things and never what she wanted, but giving her a bit more cleavage -- like her Mom had, or even Vicky -- wasn't a bad side-effect.

"Good." she typed, adding a moan that sounded to Ethan like the tail end of a question? Question or not, Ethan really loved hearing both of her voices working in tandem, even if half of it was disembodied. It was the only way he got the whole picture.

He smirked and wiped the drool from her chin as she continued her show, before lowering his hips so the two fists could clumsily rub at his hard-on. He gasped at the first contact -- he was nervous. "Yes, it's damn good, Nora."

At first it was just a novelty, him entertaining her, but slowly Ethan grew more turned on than ever, the strokes of her weak knuckles against his shaft so ineffectual yet so... good. It made no sense, they were merely grazing him, but the incredible effort it took her just to do this made each nudge so significant. Most spasms and shakes were mitigated by the cuffs holding her wrists tight to her waist like she was his prisoner, but a few times her body shook so violently from all the pent-up tension and focus, Ethan just barely escaped from the two fists banging together roughly.

"Sorry," she would say each time, with her eyes and the tablet, only for Ethan to soothe her worries.

"No, don't apologize. You're doing so good, don't worry."

"Thank you. I like." Nora rolled her eyes at the broken phrasing, refocusing on her troublesome hands and the boy's hard-on, just within reach...

Eventually he could take no more, and with bated breath he pried open the tiny fingers of her left hand and slipped himself into her spastic grip, which was... perfect. When Nora had suggested it, when she said she wanted to "hold him," Ethan had thought she would grip his dick to death, but no! To both their surprise, it fit just right. Ethan's eyes closed, gasping at just how good her grip felt on his manhood, useless until now. Yes it tensed and tightened every so often, but it was nice, the steady clench pulsing with her grunts and spasms, and the struggles of her unruly arms against their bindings lent an unsteady stroking to her touch.

Nora had to change her sheet to find the right words. "Wow. Warm. Smooth. Soft. Hard. Weird."

He laughed and so did she, both in their own ways, as Ethan leant down on his elbows and cradled her head to kiss deeper than they had before. This time Nora's lips decided to play along, and she felt every ounce of his passion pour into her, creating a cyclical loop as her shakes inspired him to grunt and moan deeply -- almost sounding like he was doing an impression of her -- and his kisses prompted new waves of activity through her body, conducting down to her hands. Warm chests touching, the two were connected in a way that reminded Nora of him fingering her, and inspired Ethan to keep moving toward something deeper.

He pulled away just a hair's breadth, "I can't believe you are so good at this. I have to stop or I'll cum."

Nora's brows arched as his warm cock slipped out of her hand, which went back to gripping on nothing, banging against its sister, with no way to reach and bring her toy back. She frantically eyed the "Why?" button, and then "Not that one." hoping he would understand.

"Why not? Because guys can't cum more than once, we have to wait a long time to do this all over again. You have it lucky." he said, reaching over to his nightstand drawer to grab a condom, tearing the wrapper open.

"AAaaaahk-guuuh?" she moaned, eyes gesturing down at her writhing body, naked and helpless on his bed. 'Do I really?'

Ethan thought it best not to defend his poor phrasing and instead demonstrated how to roll a rubber on. With that covered, the two made out in a far more twisting, animalesque way than the careful cradling of before. His hands explored her in ways they could only now that he understood what could bend where. Making love to Nora -- fucking her, honestly -- was the most unique experience of his life, and Ethan wanted nothing more in that moment than to become a damn expert at making her strange body sing.

Seeing her struggling arms stuck in their cuffs, imagining them reaching for his cock again, overcome by desire that loosened his tongue, Ethan whispered in her ear, "You know, I think I like tying you up."

"I like. Yes. Comfy. Safe. You and me." she replied, wishing she could whisper in his ear too and not just shake and drool on his pillow. That said, with the feeling of his hands tickling her special something again, Nora wasn't confident she could've managed full sentences in that moment. Those disjointed words weren't far off from her thoughts.

Ethan wasn't ready to explain soft-core bondage to this angel, not now, but suffice to say; the fact she thought being tied up on the daily was even close to 'comfy' and 'safe' and normal made his cock throb, and feeling Nora's pussy so slick -- Ethan knew this was their moment.

With a nod from him and a glance upward from her, the two were ready.

Turning Nora onto her side facing away from him, Ethan spooned her from behind, reaching down to guide his cock up her thigh gap to her slit -- uncharted territories. Nora felt his warm hardness graze her down there, finding its proper place, before the pressure grew from below. He was thrusting, pushing slowly but unrelentingly, invading her, breaking her open, before a painful pinch and an incredible spreading feeling forced her to cry out loud. Ethan held on from behind as Nora stared at the far wall, drooling into his pillow, unable to look back at him or her tablet, left with only the broken voice she was born with to whimper in this strange mix of pleasure and pain.

Even as his hips met her ass, bottoming out, Ethan craned his neck and with a free hand gripped her chin so Nora could look over her shoulder at him, realize he was here, close -- and more importantly so he could see her eyes, those windows to the girl inside.

"Are you alright?" he gasped.

Nora moaned, her arms writhing, back arching into him. She looked like she was twisting in agony, but her eyes undoubtedly looked up.

Ethan kissed her on the naked shoulder, gripping it in one hand and her ass in the other so he could keep her steady, his hips doing enough work for both of them.

Nora was so tense at first, but after just a few more strokes the pain started to lessen, Ethan taking it slow, ramping up slowly. Gradually she relaxed, and with that came a looser hold on her voice. A mixture of grunts gave way to moans, and then a consistent "Aaaaaaaaah," punctuated by the impact of Ethan's thrusts into her. The confusion and newness gave way to clarity as they found a rhythm. It felt... satisfying, but Nora had to admit to herself: this didn't feel as good as before when he had used his fingers.

Unable to tell him this, Nora enjoyed it a bit -- his hand on her ass imbuing the same urgency she felt in each thrust. Ethan seemed to be really enjoying himself, and he had made her cum after all. It was his turn... right?

For Ethan, it was incredible. With every rebellion of her body, the muscles down there clenched, a subtle pressure as his cock slipped in and out, eliciting more impassioned yelps and moans from the sweet little woman in his arms.

That was when his hand abandoned her ass and slipped around front, fingertips wetting themselves and paying her special something the same attention as before. Simulated from both front and behind, Nora... well, he seemed to have read her mind and she couldn't hold back! Her moans raised an octave and her body was almost writhing out of his grip!

Nora wanted to bite her own tongue, half-worried people outside would hear, but truthfully, she was already holding onto so much more raving noise that she could've been screaming right then. At her core, she had always worried about Ethan. He had been so good, so amazing, so accepting, but Nora didn't want to make the wrong sound. She didn't want him to look at her like those classmates partying outside looked at her, unable to distinguish her mostly-intentional vocalizations from the infantile unaware sounds of the other kids in Special Ed. Nora had wanted him so badly, all night, even if she didn't really know what she wanted, but she had held back.

Now... now she had him inside her, rubbing her, kissing her neck, showing Nora aspects of her own body she never knew, showing her that even a malformed body and mind could feel good, could cum so hard. Now... now... only now did she let herself go, her full voice, totally formless and emotive, competing with the thumping bass he was fucking her in metronomic time with.

Ethan had been getting somewhat close, but with the confirmation her howls lent him, he didn't have to twist her neck again and look into her eyes: he knew for certain this was the key. He did his best to keep those fingers rolling around her clit as steady as his rhythm ramming her from behind. He knew Nora couldn't say it out loud, but she obviously needed that extra touch to get over the edge -- and if he could guess, she was getting there fast! The clenching around him, stimulating the head as he thrust; she was getting to be so tight, Ethan couldn't hold on much longer!

Nora wanted to yell at him and beg him and thank him and pull his stroking cock deeper inside, but she could only lay there and squirm under his luxurious affection, moan and whine, feel his touch inside and out, and hope he liked what he saw, what he felt, as her body took over again and tensed everything. As if in perfect sync or perfect spite, the waves emanating from Nora's hips were overflowing again just as she found herself locked, twisted, arched, staring up at the headboard, a long, low rumble in her throat bringing her closer to sounding like those truly handicapped students she had graduated from and left behind.

Nora was there; awake, clear, trapped on the edge of her own climax, and she felt it all....

She felt as Ethan grunted along with her body's spasms, finally cumming himself with a slight hitch in his stride, but not stopping until she finally released from that tiny storm and all that feeling washed through her, that glowing wave expanding from her cunt to her tummy and out to her twisted feet and clenched fists.

The two came together, and when Ethan finally slowed, they collapsed into the bed as much as two people already laying down could collapse. He held her tightly from behind, still inside, and gently kissed her cheek as they both tried to catch up on air.

"That was..."

"Unnnggggg..." she groaned. 'yeah...'

Chapter 13

The knock on the door broke the calm much too soon, jolting Ethan and making Nora stir from the dense calm he had just pounded into her. She moaned, not ready for reality yet.

"Hey N--," the doorknob rattled with Vicky on the other side. "What the hell, Ethan? Let me in!"

Unknown to Vicky, at that moment her older brother was lying in bed, bare ass naked with his cock still inside a girl -- this girl -- and all the complications that came along with being inside her at this very moment. He had no intention of letting Vicky in, or any other prying eyes, but what could he say? He stammered a bit but nothing of substance came out.

"I swear, Eth, I know where Mom keeps the key!" she jimmied the doorknob again.

Nora was the one with words for once, craning her neck to look up at the tablet overhead, enough for him to notice and hold her head steady. "I do not want to see you. Vicky. Go away." The words were cold and resolute.

"Ugh!" The door barely held the indignance. "After all I did for you, seriously? I wiped your drool for three semesters, you can't talk to me like that in my own house!"

"Ease up, Victoria," Ethan finally found his words. "It's my house, too, and you're being a shitty host. Nora doesn't want to see you."

There was a petulant stamping outside his door, before a burst. "Fuck, whatever! School's out, so I don't have to take care of you anymore, Nora! Your mom is on her way. Maybe respond to her texts so I don't have to?"

The unsteady, clicking heels trailed away and the couple looked at each other, a million questions buzzing in their heads, but there just wasn't time: They'd run out their little sliver of paradise.

Ethan had to take a second though, to wipe a tear from Nora's cheek, like a concentrated little droplet of residue; all the emotion the artificial voice left behind when she finally stood up to her "carer."

'Bitch,' Nora grunted, squeezing her eyes shut, Ethan thinking something along the same lines. His sister had been difficult for a while, but this was beyond high school drama, this was low. She obviously didn't value Nora in any way that wasn't self-serving, and every protective instinct he had was rallying around the twisting, shaking girl with her arms tied up and her legs bent oddly, held in his embrace.