Tatiana: the Over-Encumbered

Vic

“Ah! Careful, please, it’s sensitive after cumming.”

Jade Ho: OFC I know that man-meat
Jade Ho: Not my first rodeo
Jade Ho: But remember what I said
Jade Ho: U gotta decrease ur sensitivity
Jade Ho: This is all part of the training

As absurd as it sounded, he couldn’t exactly argue with her logic. So, while Jade gave every inch of his genitals a thorough tongue bath, Vic tried his best to ignore the sensation, and replayed the events of the last half hour over, and over in his mind.

Yet it seemed no amount of post-nut clarity could help him make sense of his situation. The sheer insanity of what he'd just agreed to do in the name of medicine hadn’t completely sunken in.

This had to be a serious ethical violation. If it got out that Vic volunteered for this, and had repeated oral sex with… another student? Well, that’s not exactly illegal… Wait a minute, is that why they assigned me, and not someone with an actual university salary?

Part of him wanted to call up Valerie immediately and demand to know what the hell kind of treatment plan this was. But a much larger part of him had absolutely no intention of looking this gift mouth in the mouth. To say he felt conflicted was putting it mildly.

Vic wanted to help disabled students live more normal college lives; this wasn't supposed to be pleasurable, not like that.

I’m really going to let this girl blow me several times a day for the rest of the year… to help her focus? What if she’s lying? What if she just gets off on blowjobs and cooked up this insane scheme to get a live-in pacifier?

Then again, so what if she does?

The feel of her tongue against his over-sensitive cock pulled him back from the guilt. He was still a man, a man with an above-average libido who just received a school-sanctioned golden ticket, redeemable for infinite blowjobs. And he didn’t even need to pay rent. What kind of idiot would turn that down?

Jade finished vacuuming up the remainder of his load, smirked up at him, and showed him all the cum pooled onto her tongue. Jesus, I didn’t know I could cum that much. He watched her dramatically throw back her head, swallow, moan, and open wide to show off her empty mouth.

Then, in one final display of cocklust, she popped each finger into her mouth, and licked them clean, one by one, like his cum was vanilla frosting. It's Finger Lickin' Good? Then she patted his thighs, and used them to push herself back onto her feet.

“Thanks, dude. I feel a loooot better now.”

“I guess that makes two of us… glad I could help?”

For the first time, she smiled with genuine warmth, no sarcasm; actual gratitude from getting to suck him off. “I know that was kind of a lot to throw at you all at once, but I'm glad you’re cool with all this.”

Uh huh. Sure was cool of me to let a beautiful girl suck my dick, and I’m even gracious enough to let her swallow. “Uh, sure. Anytime.”

“I’ll definitely hold you to that.” She smiled back at him, wiped her hands off on a random dirty shirt from her hamper, and cleaned herself off with some hand sanitizer.

Now that he wasn’t being distracted by the greatest blowjob of his life, his attention returned to all the unhung decorations, and unloaded boxes of her stuff. “Oh, right, do you want me to help you unpack, or something? Maybe hang up those posters?”

“Thanks, but I’m good. I was actually going to start on that now that I got my medication.” She winked at him, and started grabbing her loose clothes and actually depositing them inside her hamper. “The medication is your dick.”

“I got it.”

“Vitamin D!”

“Sure.”

“Just making sure I didn’t suck out your brains too.” She smirked at him over her shoulder, and went back to the business of tidying up.

Actually, now that she mentioned it…

He had been too caught up in the moment to notice before, but during and after the blowjob, she did seem a lot more focused. She stayed on topic more, her speech didn’t wander, or jump to random unrelated topics, and she mostly waited for him to speak before starting her next thought. Maybe she wasn’t bullshitting him about blowjobs helping her focus.

“Well, if you’re all good in here-”

“I am, thanks, man-meat.”

“Then I guess I should go speak with Tatiana.”

“Okay, just be gentle with her; she's very self-conscious, hasn't had a lot of time around boys. I don't want you to freak out and make her feel ugly, or like she’s a freak.” Jade’s tone carried an implied ‘or else.’

“I'd never do that,” said Vic, “I know how to keep a professional head about this.” He certainly didn’t feel very professional right then, pulling up his shorts after getting head from his new patient/roommate, and it made him a bit defensive.

“Just… just don’t stare too much.”

“What? Why would I stare?”

What does she take me for? Just because I broke every ethical guideline with her doesn’t mean I don’t know how to stay professional… and objective… Shit. Nevermind that, don’t let her get to you. You’re a good person. You help people.

Vic stepped out of Jade’s room and knocked on Tatiana's door.

“Who is it?” She was quiet, like she wasn’t near the door, and he could detect more than a hint of anxiety in her voice.

“It's Victor Li, your new CAE caretaker! May I come in?” He did his best to announce himself in as non-threatening a way as possible.

“Okay.” Tatiana said, almost too softly for them to hear through the door.

“Do you want me to come in too?” asked Jade.

“No… Just him. I’ll be okay, thanks Jade.”

“Okay, I’m coming in now.”

He opened the door and shut it behind him before turning to look at his new patient and roommate.

The first thing he noticed were the pull-up ropes suspended from the ceiling around her bed. Good to see that the school had already done that much, so she’ll be able to sit up and get to the edge of the bed without my assistance.

Indeed, Tatiana was sitting upright on her bed with her back against the wall, hiding her body under a blanket drawn up over her shoulders, leaving only her neck and face visible. She looked like a lump that was still getting over a cold.

Yet her face was surprisingly thin, definitely not the face of a fat girl. Actually, the more Vic looked, the more he found himself liking what he saw. She had big light brown eyes, sharp eyebrows, and a thin nose that was smaller than Vic’s. Surprisingly prominent cheekbones, too. Her hair was auburn, wavy, and fell a foot past her shoulders. Her skin was very pale, meaning she probably wasn't getting enough sun with her condition, but the effect made for a very striking contrast between her red hair and bright red, pouty lips.

Definitely wasn't expecting her to be so… pretty. Is that all Jade thought it’d take to make me lose my cool? Pfft.

He maintained a friendly smile and kept his eyes trained on that pretty face as he walked over to her.

“Hiya! I’m Victor Li, but you can call me Vic. I'm your new CAE assistant, and roommate!” he greeted warmly, holding out his hand for her to shake. She seemed **** to take it, or to even move at all. He stood there, awkwardly holding his hand out for a while before she nervously snaked an arm out from under the blanket and shook his hand.

“I’m Tatiana. Um, Tatiana Korova.” Vic noticed her hand was a bit clammy, and her grip was very delicate. She’s nervous, probably doesn’t meet a lot of new people. Her fingers were also surprisingly thin. From what he’d been told about her weight-impacted mobility, he expected to find some serious flab. Yet between her face and her hands, there was no evidence of any weight-related problems. It was baffling, but he tried to not let his confusion show.

“Nice to meet you, Tatiana Korova! Is that by any chance a Slavic name?”

Her pale skin made it extremely obvious when she was blushing, “Yes, it’s Russian. How’d you know?”

He smiled back at her. “I try to acquaint myself with as many cultures as I can around campus. We’re in the right school for that, very international, cosmopolitan and all that.”

Vic figured he was better off not explaining that he’d gotten acquainted with her culture back in his own freshman orientation, when he lost his virginity to a Russian girl named Milena. With Milena, “Netflix and chill” was often code for “depressing Soviet film, and hand stuff,” and he’d definitely learned a lot more about the Eastern bloc from those sessions than from the California public school system.

“Are there a lot of Russian people on campus?”

“I’ve met a few, but there’s also a lot of people from other countries in Eastern Europe, and down here in LA there’s a lot of ethnic Russians, like a few hundred thousand that moved here in the nineties.” Hope she doesn’t ask me to introduce her to the ones I know… probably not a great matchup.

His thoughts wandered from Milena to his most recent encounter with Jade, and he decided it might be best if he did not sit on Tatiana’s bed.

“Mind if I use your chair? Oh, and where’d you grow up?” he asked.

“I don’t mind, and I’m from Stockton.”

Ah, no wonder she left. “Oh, cool, my dad grew up there. Well, Tracy, but they had a little grocery store in Stockton.”

He grabbed the desk chair and moved it over by her bed, right next to what he had to assume was her walker. It had an odd shape, not a model he was familiar with; very long, with several bands that looked almost like the straps of seatbelts making a sort of hammock in front of the handholds and the space for the patient to actually stand. There was also the electric scooter with similarly odd modifications. He would have to ask her about those later, after their introductions.

“So, Tatiana, what are you majoring in?”

“Oh, um, biology. Right now I'm just a biology major, but I think I might want to specialize in developmental bio.”

“Bio or developmental bio, very cool! I’m also a biology major, so between you, me, and Jade, we’re all South campus majors here, hahaha.”

Tatiana seemed confused at that. “South campus? I’m sorry, I… don’t know what that means?”

“Oh, sorry, have you had orientation yet?”

She shook her head. “I booked the last one, so I could move in first and not have to fly back and forth.”

Hmmm, not the normal order of operations, but it made sense for someone with difficulty traveling. I should show her around campus tomorrow.

“I gotcha, just stop me at any point if you have questions. So, here at UCLA, depending on your major, most of your classes are going to be in either North or South campus. Most of the social sciences, language classes, law, business, stuff like that, those classes are over in the North campus area. Math, physics, chem, engineering, bio, medicine, all that stuff is mostly in South campus, which is where you’ll be, mostly.”

“Oooh, I see… I haven’t been there yet.”

Damn, no college tour either, and not even a basic one with her parents? Her parents must not have let her get out enough in high school.

“No problem! I can take you on your own private orientation whenever you’d like, show you all your lecture and discussion halls. Would be good to know where all your classes are before instruction starts next week.”

“Thank you, that would be helpful.” She said in a very flat, almost practiced tone.

“Anytime! And since I’m also majoring in bio, I should have taken most of the same classes you’re probably enrolled in. Though, maybe some differences, since I’m really just on the premed track. That’s one of the reasons why I’m volunteering with CAE to help out students like yourself and get some more experience in patient care.”

“That’s very nice of you.”

“Thank you, that means a lot. Well, now that I’ve put you through the first ten sentences of every college greeting, why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself? What do you like to do for fun?”

“Well… um, I don’t… I mean, not much, I guess. I don’t really get out much… This is the first time I’ve been without my parents in six years.”

Vic supposed that wasn’t too unusual for someone that couldn’t take care of herself, but he still found the idea of Tatiana cooped up in her room without any chance to be a normal teenager heartbreaking.

“Correction: you didn’t get out much, because you didn’t have me, but now you do. That’s why I'm here: to help you be more mobile, get you around campus, do any household tasks that you can't, or that you might need help with. Literally, whatever you need, wherever you need to go. Kitchen, living room, bathroom, classes, dining hall, restaurants, anywhere in the city, even camping, if you want.”

“You’d really do that for me?”

“Of course! I believe that you deserve the same chance at a normal college experience, and that includes getting to explore both the campus and the city.”

“That sounds nice. I haven’t gotten to travel a lot before, because of… my condition.”

“Right, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that. CAE was kind of cagey on the details, but I should probably know everything you may need assistance with. Why don't you start by telling me about your condition, and specifically, what sort of things you need help with. No task is too small or too big for me, I promise.”

At that she cast her eyes down onto her blanket-shrouded form. “Nothing’s too big, sure.” She muttered under her breath. Vic just barely managed to hear her. He felt stupid now for not watching his choice of words around an overweight eighteen-year-old. “Face your fears.”

Fears?

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