4 comments/ 168134 views/ 11 favorites Room for Rent By: pooja Hi. My name is Manjula. I'm 26 old married very sexy Indian housewife and have a sexy figure 37D-24-36. My hubby who is a software engineer loves me a lot but doesn't fuck me daily and I need a big cock in my choot because I am crazy for big cock and always like to have a big cock inside my choot. We own a house. As my house is too big for two peoples(we don't have child, my husband have some problem). I put an ad. The ad had run two days when I got my first call, Anwar. He said he is 23, in his last year of college. Let me tell you about the house while we wait for him: it's a 2-story, 6 bedroom, 3 bath. It has a huge downstairs living room and kitchen area, plus a den and a family room. What I love about the house is the back yard. Its got a pool & tons of grass in great shape, you can lay down or walk barefoot on it without fear of bugs and dirt. Anwar's here, and I have to sell him on staying. I walked to the front door, looked out the peephole, and... wow.. is he hot! I wiped the drool from my chin and did a once-over in the foyer mirror. I opened the door, introduced myself, he introduced himself, and I stepped back so he could come in. "This is a nice place," he commented as he was looking around the living room. "Thanks, I haven't been here that long, and it was in perfect shape when I got it," I said. As we toured the upstairs I told him the prices of the rooms as we got to them and tried to sell him to the local features and easy access to important stores and transportation. We went to the down stairs again, chatting away about college and roommates from hell. The back was explored, with comments about the pool. As we entered the kitchen, the conversation turned to house rules. "I haven't really put rules into concrete yet," I said. "they will evolve person by person I guess. As far as over-nighters..," I paused, searching his face for interest in the topic. I saw none, so I asked, "Do you have a girl friend?" "Nope," he answered smoothly My eyebrows went up, "Really?" "Really," he said smiling. Needless to say I wanted him, anyway I could get. And lately I am bold enough to go for it. What with me the big house owner, and it's been awhile too. I took two steps toward him, and kissed him full on the lips. He seemed surprised, and he took a while to kiss back, but when he did, he wasn't that shy about it himself. I ran my hand up his torso as he grabbed my waist. He lifted me up, placing me on the counter. He ran his hand over my breasts through my shirt. He broke the kiss and leaned over to tease them through the fabric. Still with his right hand on my breast, he ran his left hand down to my crotch. He spread my legs, and rubbed my pussy through my shorts. As he was massaging me, I moved my hands to his waist and pulled him closer between my legs, wrapping my legs around his waist, trapping him between my thighs. I ran my hands up his sides, removing his shirt as I went. He lifted his arms and I pulled the shirt over his head, flinging it to the floor. I leaned up and kissed the nape of his neck, with my right hand on the back of his head. I heard him moan, which spurred me on. I used my left hand to go for his jeans, but he pulled away. He moved to unbutton my shirt. He slowly slid my shirt off, running his fingertips along my skin. He did a low moan when he saw my bra, satin maroon , "I love satin," he breathed. He touched lightly with his fingertips around the tops of my breasts, moving upward til his palms were around my neck. He looked down at me, put his hands on each of my legs, still wrapped around him, and asked with sincerity, "Will my performance effect me getting into the house?" "Not a bit", I answered back with equal sincerity. And thus began the undressing rush. He ran his fingers along my arms up to my shoulders, his fingers under the bra straps. I undid his jeans, allowing him to pull them down and step out of them. When I saw his boxers it was my turn to moan, I'm a sucker for them. I laid back on the counter so he could remove my jeans. He took an ankle in his left hand and pulled my socks off. He did the same with my other ankle and sock. He ran his palm over my stomach, tracing around my bellybutton. I leaned up and whispered, "Touch me everywhere as you take my jeans off," and I kissed behind his ear. He looked down at me and ran his hands across my torso, kissing my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling them off slowly, tracing my legs with the tips of his fingers as he went. I closed my eyes as he pulled off my jeans and let them fall to the floor. He spread my legs and stepped toward me. He leaned down, putting his hands around my back and lifted me up. I wrapped my hands around his neck, "Where to?" he asked. "I'm yours ," I optioned. With a naughty smile he pried my legs apart and went to the spare downstairs bedroom. I heard a whip-like sound, and saw him coming back with a thick towel. He went to the center chopping island, and laid the blanker down, folding it several times. He pushed in the middle, satisfied with the thickness and then looked over at me. He turned around and pulled down his boxers, leaned over and pulled them off. He turned around, cock fully erect, and sat on the chopping block, watching me intently. I got off the counter and walked over to him. I lean down and lick around the nipple. I play my finger around one of the nipple while sucking and licking the other nipple. He runs his hand through my hair and I suck hard on the nipple. I lean up and kiss him, sucking on his tongue. I lick his lips as I pull away again. I unhook my bra in the back and pull the straps over my arms, leaving the cups in place. I turn around and walk over to the fridge. I fling my bra over my shoulder in his direction and open the freezer door. I take two ice cubes, close the door again. I move back to standing in front of Anwar, still sitting on the chopping block. I hold one ice cube in each hand and start to rub them over my breasts, the melting water streaking down my skin. My nipples and areolas harden with the extreme cold. The cubes almost melted, I walk over to him, dropping the fragments of ice on the floor. I place my cold hands on his butt and pull him toward me and I kiss him again. He pulls me closer with his hands on my waist. Feeling my panties, he runs his hands on the edge of buns, pushing the panties down till I have no choice but to break the kiss, and let them fall. He jumped off the chopping block, and lifted me up to where he was sitting. He kneels in front of me and spreads my legs. Directly eye-level with my cunt, he places my knees over his shoulders. He looks for a sliver of the ice melting ice I dropped. Spying one, he picks it up, spreads my cunt lips, and runs it over my hot, dripping clit. I shiver and moan, while whispers of "lick me" and "nibble my clit" escape me. He pushes the remaining bit of ice up my cunt hole and its cold melted water runs down my ass. He goes over to the fridge, pokes around a while and pulls out a cucumber. He smiles at me as he goes to wash it. Feeling my hot pussy juices mix with the cold melting ice, tingles my spine and I start to massage my clit. With the vegetable washed, he comes back to the chopping block, kneeling again in front of me. He leans down and flicks his tongue on my clit, licking and sucking my pussy lips. Moaning, begging to be fucked, he lays the tip of the cucumber against my hole. I start to play with my nipples, rubbing my juices all over my breasts. He puts his hand on my shoulder and I feel a huge thrust, and realize the cold cucumber is sliding in and out. I scream and grunt, wanting only more. He goes back to my cunt, and starts to move it deeper, till almost all nine inches are inside me. I put my hands on the end of the block, and start to fuck the green lover. My juices helping slide it in and out. I'm moaning and screaming for more when moves over to where his cock is right over my face. Still sliding the cucumber deep inside me, he rubs the shining pre-cum over the tip of his cock. I lick his balls, my hand taking the place of his on his dick. He moans and putts his free hand on the table next my waist. Concentrating on his sensations, his strokes with the cucumber slow down. I run my hand up and down his cock, stiff enough for more than a few fucks. I pull him closer to my head, and lick between his legs. I start to pump his cock with my hand, and nibble on his ball sack. He lets go of the cucumber, leaving it fully inside me and leans down, placing his hands on the chopping block. I take one nut in my mouth, squeezing gently, running my tongue through his thick pubic hair. I release his balls. I lick the base of his cock and run my tongue up the side to the tip, taking in just the tip. He groans, gripping the edge of the chopping block tighter. "I must have you now, I can't take it anymore," he lustily breathes. He moves from beside me to between my legs. He removes the slick cucumber and drops it on the floor. He starts to massage my slick dripping pussy. Running his finger around my hole, massaging my clit. I moan and twist my hips, fucking his inserted finger. He puts my ankles on his shoulders and places the tip of his cock at the base of my cunt. He pulls my hips closer and I feel him slide in, and he immediately starts to pump. I match his stokes, grabbing the edge of the table with my hands, our moans mingling. He starts to shudder, and slows down his pace, moving my left ankle to around his waist, so he can watch. "Fuck me like a whore," I demand. "Yes, ma'am," he says and he leans down to lick my nipples. I run my hands through his hair as he runs his tongue over my breasts, circling the nipples. He takes a nipple in his mouth and my leg grips his waist tighter. I arch my back and his stokes get harder. Easily sliding in and out I feel him tense as he comes. He leans up, groaning, pushing as far as he can inside my cunt. He pulls me closer at the waist. I can feel he is still hard and he starts the strokes slow and deep. His hands move back to my nipples, pinching them. "Fuck me more," I whisper in his ear, my hands around his neck. He moves both my legs to his waist and puts his hands on my ass cheeks. He lifts me off the table and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks into the family room and stands beside the bean bag. I unhook my legs from his waist and he sits down. He lays back, his hands still on my ass. I pull my legs in close to his waist and rock back a little, adjusting to the new position. He runs his hands up my back and plays with the ends of my hair. Still rocking, I lean my head back and put my hands on his waist. I moan as he starts to massage my shoulders and back, running his fingertips over my back lightly. I lean down and put my hands on the floor above his head. My hard nipples are right above his head and he flicks his tongue at them. Shivers run through me and I lift on his hard cock, running the tip along my pussy lips and over my clit. He moves his hands to my ass and I slide slowly back down. I move up slightly and tighten my cunt muscles around his cock and slide down. His breath is hot on my chest and breasts as he moans deeply, arching his back. His hands grip my ass tighter and I slide up and down his cock in longer strokes. He takes a nipple in his mouth and runs his tongue around in circles. Moaning, he starts to match my strokes, meeting my cunt half way. I lean up and spread my legs wider, his cock going deeper in my hot pussy. "Oh, yes," he says and I rock back and forth. I put my hands on his stomach and push down on his cock, going deeper. I lift up a little and he put his hands on his waist. He starts fucking me and I lean my head back. He slams against my clit, going deep and hard. "Oh, God, yes, fuck me Anwar," I tell him and he grasps my waist tighter, slamming harder into my cunt. The first waves of orgasm hit and I yell for more. With my cunt gripping his cock, he comes, slamming harder. Lost in my own ecstasy as he is, our juices run down my leg. Slowing down, he lets go of my waist. I roll off and lay on the floor. We are still having fun when my husband go to office or tour. Send me your comments. Room for Rent Renee sits in the desk next to mine. I am enchanted with the fact she has just one leg. She walks using wooden crutches and never seems to mind being 'crippled' as most people call her. "Erika," the third grade teacher says harshly and I again face forward rather than ogling Renee. Thankfully, the bell rings for lunch and I grab my brown lunch bag. "Want to have lunch with me?" the voice says. I look around and Renee is standing beside me, her lone leg exposed beneath the hem of her knee-length dress. "Yeah." The word escapes my mouth without thought as I stand. - Just before my junior year of college, I transfer to a school in another state. The morning I arrive in town, I push my tall lanky body towards the front of the crowd at the bulletin board of places offering rooms for students. Everyone is grabbing at tabs with phone numbers as I begin reading the listings near the top of the board. 'Peaceful wooded setting. Our daughter's room is now empty and waiting for you.' I rip at a tab and the rest of the ad comes with it. Someone yells at me to put it back and I make a small effort that almost fails then at last, the tack goes deep into the cork. The drive out of town is pleasant and soon the rows of houses and business vanish in the car mirrors, replaced by fields and large stands of trees. The woman had mentioned milepost 183 as a landmark and 172 just passes. The music from the radio fills the car as I count 173, 174.... I turn onto a rutted dirt road at the mailbox with 'Jones' painted in large black letters along one side. Dust forms small clouds around my already dirty car. Two older black pickup trucks in front of the old farmhouse show signs of wear and need of new paint. The car door closes and as I walk along the gravel walkway, a woman wearing a faded blue dress steps through the screen door onto the large porch. I take in her appearance for the next few steps. She is probably in her forties, slim, medium height, with brown hair hanging to her shoulders. I finally notice she is missing a leg with crutches holding her up. "I called about the room," I say, as I stop near the bottom of the porch steps. She takes the two steps in a single motion and stands in front of me. "Erika, right?" She wipes her hands on the side of her dress then holds a hand out and I shake it. "I'm Rachel." She smiles as she lets my hand go. "You made good time." "Yes, your directions were excellent. It's lovely out here." I tear my eyes away from her for just a moment as I look around. "Two hundred acres ... mostly wooded. Our nearest neighbor is about two miles away. Sam, my husband, is out back. Come in and let me show you the room." I follow the woman watching the graceful way she walks using the crutches. The dress hangs just below the knee and it is hard to know how much of the left leg is missing. A white sock extends just above the black running shoe, leaving the tanned leg bare above the sock. The living room is large and sparsely furnished. The oak wood flooring is in serviceable condition. Carpets and area rugs seem to be nowhere. A few logs lay in the large fireplace, ready for the first cold evening. "We bought this place when we got married twenty-five years ago ... land was cheap back then," she says as we move into the hallway. "Our room is on the other side of the house so you will have all the peace and quiet you want." The bedroom is large with a double bed, maybe a queen, near two windows. A desk and dresser sit against other walls. "Tara moved last month ... some computer company hired her. What are you studying at college?" "Writing and communications. I've already had my first book published. Nothing great, but a start." She leans against the opened door letting the crutches rest lightly against her. "Fantastic." She surveys me as if making some judgment. "There's a bathroom across the hall that's all yours. I like to cook and you can eat with us, if you want. What do you think?" "How much? The ad mentioned it was negotiable." A man, also missing a leg, appears in the doorway. He appears to be a few years older than she is, and a little taller. He wears a gray t-shirt and jeans with the right pants leg wrapped around what appears to be a very short stump and stuffed over the waistband in the back. "Hey, you must be Erika. I'm Sam. I just put that ad up this morning." He laughs. I continue to let my eyes dart between them as I take in the fact they are each missing a leg. "Glad you up put it up high. All the lower ones were being pawed at in a big way." I giggle. "Rachel was just showing me the room. I like it. I guess all I need to know is how much rent you want." "Just the two of us these days ... maybe seventy-five a month. If that's too much, we could go lower. Did she show you the pool out back? There still a month or two of swimming weather to go." "No-o, she didn't. I don't know how I could turn this down. You've got a deal." "Can I help you bring anything in? Not as crippled as I look." He chuckles. "There's not much. I can get it. Thanks, but if either of you want to tag along." "I'm almost finished doing the dishes," she says. "You help, dear." He walks along side me taking firm steps with his crutches. I pull a duffle bag from the backseat and face him. "Do you mind if I ask about your leg?" "It happened several years ago. We're content being this way. Sure doesn't get in the way ... of anything." He snickers as he mentally undresses me. "What's a lovely lady like you doing out here rather than carousing in bars and finding a young buck?" "Well...." I let my eyes wander over his form. "Got some of that out of my system in the past. I still have my needs, but there're ways to deal with them." My hand drags along my side then over my stomach. I notice what appears to be a bulge forming in his jeans. "Have you ever known any amputees?" He adjusts himself in his jeans without being too obvious about it. "Kind of," I say causally. "It's sweet both of you are that way. I'm looking forward to getting to know both of you." I load a small box of school supplies under one arm and let the duffle bag dangle from the other hand. We walk towards the house. "You make it look easy?" I say. "Yeah, we both quickly adapted." The house was quiet and Rachel wasn't in the kitchen. I dropped the box on the desk and the bag on the bed. "Let me show you the pool." I follow him through the kitchen and out the back door. The pool is set away from the house about fifty feet in a clearing. A pad of concrete surrounds the pool. A table and several chairs sit nearby. Rachel lounges on her stomach wearing only a thong. She reads a paperback book and lets the lone foot waver above an upturned knee. I guess my surprise shows. "It's secluded out here," he assures me. She hears us and sits up, facing us. Her still firm breasts are inviting, the stump is probably a third of her thigh. "Did you get everything in?" she asks. "I only had two things. Sam was a big help." "Sun feels good, want to go for a swim?" she says. "Looks like I won't need a swimsuit." I laugh and walk towards her. I wonder if Sam is going to get naked or wear trunks. The answer comes quickly as he undresses and dives in the water before I get to look at his package. Rachel peels her thong off and flips it on the dress pilled nearby. I see she shaves her mound as I do. I undress and create a pile of my own clothes thinking how nice it is that I got some sun this summer. "No tan line," she says as she surveys my body. "Nice tits." She snickers. "Yeah, one of my better parts. Yours too." I stare between her thighs and for the first time imagine what it looks like for two people, each with one leg, to make love. "Your pussy is nice too." Her voice is surprisingly seductive. Sam pulls himself up along the poolside and sits beside Rachel, the water draining off his body. I unconsciously look between his thighs and find a shaft that extends past the end of his stump. He pecks at her lips a few times and it grows more rigid. "Isn't her pussy nice," she mummers to him. "Everything about her is stunning. Out at the car, I just couldn't take my eyes off her." "Excuse us for lusting," she says. "No, no, not a problem for me. I didn't expect to find such a wonderful couple to live with." I lean back on one hand and continue to look at them. The other hand slides up my thigh and rests over my slit. "Both of you are ... exciting." A finger digs inside. "Both, huh?" she coos. Her hand wraps his now fully erect shaft and strokes it a few times as if it might become even more so. "How nice, huh Sam?" She leans down and takes a few sips of the cock in her hand. I add a finger and slowly drill my wetness. I think about Zoe, my last girlfriend. She was missing a leg with a short stump more like Sam's stump. I had been secretive about her out by the car when asked if I'd known any amputees. I was afraid to reveal my excitement about finding both Sam and Rachel were missing legs, something uncommon. I am dying to know why and wonder if maybe it was on purpose rather than because of an accident or some illness. Sam watches me finger my pussy while she sucks his cock. I had been in a threesome once with Zoe and it had been interesting to say the least. Sam grunts and I suspect he is ready. I move closer and fondle his balls. The thick milky come drains from her mouth and down the shaft over my hand as she gulps too slowly to swallow it all. My hand holds his stump while my lips stretch towards his mouth, and then consume his lips. Our tongues dance together as I continue to fondle his stump moving about my palm. "Isn't his stump a dream?" she asks. Her hand holds my breast, the fingertips twirling the nipple. "I love Sam, but I adore the feel of a woman." Her hand slides lower and fingers fill my slit. "Honey, you're so-o wet." "My last lover was a woman," I stammer between deep kisses on his mouth. "I've been with guys too." I feel her other hand wander over the small of my back as it works lower. Sam lays me down and she cuddles behind me with a hand snaking over my ass crack and finding my pussy again. "Better than we expected," she assures me. Her lips kiss my neck and suck my earlobe. Her hand grips my mound, the palm massaging over the pink skin inside the opening. "Oh-h, oh," I moan, shudders racking my lower body. "Oh god-d yeah-h," I quietly scream, unsure how loud I can be before anyone might hear. Her stump strokes my hip a few times. "Love that stump on me," I say. My voice is deep and low. She continues to rub the stump and massage my pussy with her palm. "There, there," I whisper instructions as her hand begins pressing my begging clit. "Ah-h," I repeat until the climax is over. His cock head knocks against my pussy, waiting for permission to enter. "Yeah, Sam-m," I beg. My hand directs the head. "I'm safe," I whisper. "The pill." The shaft fills my cunt halfway with ease. "Vasectomy," he whispers teasingly, his lips pressed against mine. I thrust as he does and soon he is fully inside. I am surprised at how full it feels, much more than any other man before. I reach down and grip his stump as he thrusts the warm meat of his cock. My foot rises and falls against his back letting him sense me as though my leg is missing like his. I feel his stump rub the folded hip as he grunts and thrusts. "Darling," he says at the start of a thrust, but falls silent for a few more. "I love the way you leg feels as if it is not there," he groans letting his hand rub over the folded hip. I remove the foot from his back and hold it out to the side so there is no contact from the leg. "Me-e too-o," I drawl. He swells inside me then blows a hot stream of come hard against the end of the channel. More follows and soon his thrusts slow. "Yeah, at the hip." There is a surprise blast of come as he realizes what I've said. He pulls away and come drains out of my opening, and across my asshole. It feels good and it is as if he is still in me. I hold my thigh against my stomach letting my hip appear to be without a leg. She caresses my hip as if it were a stump. "Honey babe," she coos. "This is not the first time you've thought about such things ... is it?" I shake my head slowly and sit. "My last girlfriend ... Zoe, had one leg. I was almost suicidal when she broke up with me at the end of the last term. That's why I transferred. It felt like she was as close as I would ever get to being an amputee." Tears were streaming down my face as I wipe beside my nose. "Maybe you understand." I watch for a reaction from either of them then stand and dive into the water. I feel the remains of his come on the outside of my pussy wash away with each stroke of my arms pulling me through the water, one foot kicking as though it is alone. I stop at the far end of the pool and tread water, wondering if I've messed up the new friendship with them. Panic races through me as I consider I might lose the room as well. They sit on the edge of the pool and he waves his hand, beckoning me to come closer. Slowly, I dogpaddle back to the other end, taking my time to calm down and eventually standing in front of them. My hands rest against my waist and a frown forms on my face. "It's okay," Sam says. A smile covers his face as he pats Rachel's stump a few times. "We 'do' understand." You do...." I begin in a quizzical voice. Rachel cuts me short. "Honey, for a long time, neither of us realized that the other wanted such a thing. Back then it wasn't even possible, anyway." She chuckles. "One day at the store, I was spending a long time looking at a guy with one leg. Sam caught me, but he didn't say anything about it for a few days." "Yeah," Sam picks up. "I folded my leg up and stuffed in my jeans then just sat on the couch like I had one leg. She eventually noticed. I teased her that maybe she'd like me better if I was like that young fella at the store." She chuckles. "I thought my heart was going stop right then and there. My goodness, I was flooding my panties looking at Sam without his leg. I didn't quite know what to say, so I just sat next to him on the side with the folded leg and patted the end for a few moments before kissing over the folded pants leg. It wasn't long after that I confessed he was right. He bought some crutches and paraded around the house when our daughter wasn't home." "How long till you told him you wanted your leg off?" I ask. "Not long after he got the crutches, I tried them myself. I thought he was going to blow out the front of his jeans." She laughs for a while as she glances at him. "He told me that your leg came off after his, how'd you explain that to your daughter?" "She was the one that found the doctor for us. We usually just make it sound like it happened at different times, but we went together. It was like a nice long vacation, you know." Sam chuckles a few times. "Your daughter sounds like a special kind of woman. I doubt many daughters would do that." "No, no," Rachel says. "Tara is one special person. Thing is, she caught me pretending one day when she came home early. I was surprised at how understanding she seemed to be. It wasn't much later that she told me she had been looking at pictures of amputees on the Internet, that she had a 'thing' for them since she had a substitute teacher without legs in grade school." "Wow!" I exclaim. "Guess she was in heaven once you both had your legs off." I laugh. "My first amputee was a girl in my third grade class. Her parents moved not long after school started." My head shakes side to side a few times. "Hell, she went with us. Once she knew what we wanted, she made the contacts and arrangements for the three of us to see the doc." "Really? Did she have an amputation too?" "Yeah. It was the summer after her second year of college." "Oh my, oh my," I say, my hand over my heart as if to hold in my chest. "That's what I want. A little shorter than Sam's stump." "Well, those doctors have stopped doing the elective amputations. I suppose there are others." "I do hope so. Do you know how to find out?" "We of course, have met other's that wanted this since then. I'll be happy to check. If not right now, I'm sure new doctors will appear over time. Be patient." - For the rest of the afternoon, my mind races with the events of the morning. I question myself about my feelings and intentions regarding going through with my dreams. With great effort and much masturbation, I manage to tamp down the intensity until it resembles mere background noise and eventually fall asleep in my new bedroom. When I wake, my mind still groggy from sleep, I glance at the large red numerals on the clock. It is later than I imagine. I hear footsteps in the kitchen and living room. I stretch and yawn. "Hey," Rachel says as I stagger barefoot, wearing only a long t-shirt, from the hallway into the kitchen where she pushes something into the oven. She wears one of Sam's dress shirts open down the front and nothing else. With a few deft hops, her breasts swaying with each, she moves towards me and wraps her arms around my waist. Her lips peck at mine a few times and I feel her tongue press. I let it in and enjoy a deep kiss for a long moment as she grinds her pelvis against mine several times. "Just part of a day and I already feel like a one of the family," I say. Our lower parts still press together, but we pull the other areas apart. "Sam and I were chatting about that just a while ago. We're both very happy to have you here. It is so nice to find someone with similar feelings about ... well you know." I reach down and cup a hand over the end of her stump, give it a quick rub, then drag a few fingers though her slit. "Yeah, me too." "Hey sleepy head," Sam says, as he walks into the kitchen. He wears jeans and a shirt, his bulge pressing against the zipper. "Hi lover boy," I tease. "Isn't he the best?" she says before backing away with a single hop. She rests a hand against her waist and pivots slightly on the lone foot. "That was quite hot watching him with you out by the pool." "Yeah-h," he drawls. "An not the last, I hope." He laughs then playfully swats her on the hip. "I wouldn't mind," I say then take a seat at the kitchen table. "I've got some fries in the oven and some burger ready to cook. Will that be okay?" - I feel comfortable leaving the bedroom door open and listen to the muffled moans of Rachel being fucked long and hard by Sam's wonderful tool and eventually fall asleep. The next thing I remember is Rachel sitting on the edge of my bed stroking my back with her hand. The light floods the room and I glance at the clock. "Did I sleep 'that' long?" "Honey, it's okay. He needed me in a big way this morning." She laughs and lets her hand roam over an ass cheek without complaint from me. "Hmmm, good-d," I moan, lifting my ass against the hand and wiggling it slightly. I look up and notice her hair is wet and I assume she has showered after the 'extra' fucking. Her fingers dig deep in my ass crevasse before slipping into my pussy as I roll on my back. "Maybe you need me too," she coos as her fingertips slip deeper. Her face dips down letting her lips suck one pussy lip between them and roll it around. "Oh baby-y," I whisper thrusting my crotch firmly over her mouth and grinding until her tongue fucks my opening. "Let me see that stump of yours," I beg, my voice deep and low. She shifts her waist around and straddles my face without breaking contact with my pussy. She smells fresh, but yet with much of her natural aroma. I inhale deeply as my tongue laps roughly through the growing wetness. A hand grips the stump and lets it ride against my palm. Room for Rent "I can't wait 'till you can hold my stump," I mumble into her pussy. "Yeah, your legless hip against my mouth." She snickers. Sam offers a loud grunt as his come falls on the floor. It is the first we know he's been watching while jacking off. I watch from the corner of my eyes as the next wad land near the first. He continues to slide his hand quickly along the shaft with his hips trusting occasionally. He grunts again with each stream, his eyes glued to us on the bed eating the other's pussy. - Still damp from the shower and wearing just a pair of boy-cut panties, I plod into the kitchen. "I'm making us some eggs and bacon ... want some," she asks. Her ass cheeks surround the thin string of her thong, a bare midriff exposed below the tube top struggling to contain her breasts. "Shit, looking like that, I might want more of your pussy." I snicker. "Any ole time sweetheart." "I just talked with Tara ... told her about you," Sam says as he relaxes at the table with a cup of coffee. "Yeah, what'd you tell her ... exactly?" I laugh. "I left out some of the details about all the fucking." He chuckles. "But we talked about docs. She doesn't know of any just now. She said she'd keep an ear to the ground." "Thank you, both. I still can't believe my luck, meeting both of you ... stumps and great sex. Wow, more than I deserve." "Our pleasure," he says. "When do classes begin?" "Tomorrow. I have my schedule already. Guess I'll have to control my urges better than this morning." I laugh. "Don't feel like you have too, you know, do that with us." "Hey, I want to. Last night I listened to you for a while. I was so excited, fucking hot even." "Sorry for making all that noise. I get a little carried away at time. Feel free to join in anytime." "Shit, I'd never get enough sleep to make it through my classes." "Well, the weekends ... anyway, the offer still stands." - I stroll up and down the isles of the university bookstore, piling textbooks in my arms. I feel that my back is about to break before I find the last one. I lean against the wall for a moment to catch my breath and notice the line snaking about leading to the six cash registers. The tall handsome man behind me in line chats me up as if he has a chance of landing a date before I die in a hundred years. I am civil and assure him I will be too busy to go out anytime soon. He scans the titles of the books I have and notices one for a class he is taking. It is fortunate for me that we don't have the class at the same time. I drop the pile of books on the counter and push them a few more inches for the cashier to begin scanning them. "Good luck with the classes," he offers and moves to another line. I wonder what his reaction would have been had I'd already been missing a leg. I snicker to myself then hand the credit card to the cashier. With the books stowed in my book bag over my shoulder, I stroll as casually as thirty pounds of books will allow me, across campus. I notice a man with a limp and watch intently trying to decide the reason for the limp. I soon give up and continue towards my car. I see another person limping and I question myself if I am just dreaming about my future. - "Lot of books there," Sam says, as I make my way through the living room. "Yeah, should be buying them by the pound." I laugh, and then wiggle my ass in his direction. He follows me and stands in the doorway of my bedroom, watching me stack the books on the desk. "Nice ass you got there," he softly says. I hike my skirt and show him the object of his attention and that I am not wearing anything underneath. "See anything you like," I quiz, then playfully slap a cheek. "Maybe you'd like to bend me over the desk." I laugh and shove my hips up in an exaggerated pose. I hear his zipper rip downward just behind me and I glance back to see his tool dragged out. "In my pussy, old man." I press my chest against the desk and spread my feet leaving my hips jutted towards him as he flips my skirt over my back. The head works slowly in the entrance as my juices mix with his precum. I feel him thrust a few times, and the cock slips deeper each time. His large hands hold my waist firmly and with a rough jab, he drives himself fully inside. "Whoa-a, Nelly," I tease, wiggling my hips against him, adjusting the way he fills me just a little. "There, have at it!" I stretch my upper body fully along the top of the desk and enjoy the sensation of his long slow strokes. "That's a good girl, takin' it from the back." "With a cock like yours, I'll take it anyway I can get it." "Such a tease." He thrusts a few times and we are silent, other than the slopping of his cock inside me. His ball sack slaps me occasionally. "Oh-h yeah-h, love those sounds old man ... just a thick shaft in my cunt-t. Yeah-h." "Baby, if you were totally legless and stretched over that desk...." He falls silent and grunts as his milky come fills the small amount of space not already filled with his shaft. I feel the goo drain each time he pulls nearly out before slamming back inside. "Legless, huh?" I say, looking back along my side at his short stump ready to slap my hip again. "I'd just be happy to get rid of one ... but both, hmmm." He drives deep a few more times. Suddenly a sneaky climax ravages me. "Ah, ah," I groan, my fingers gripping the desk tightly. "Ah, ah," He backs away just enough to be free of my pussy and reaches down to pull his underwear up along the single leg. "Wait," I beg then kneel down in front of him. I drag my tongue along the warm flesh, slurping our mixture of juices into my mouth. My lips slide over the sides in kisses, sucking even more away, until he is as clean as before the fuck. "There," I say, with a tug of his balls. "All clean." "What a good girl you are." He chuckles and pulls his underwear and jeans up. "I'm going for a swim before dinner. I have a ton of reading before my first classes tomorrow." - Sam waltzes up behind Rachel and wraps his arms around her waist. "What a body," he whispers into her neck. "Mine or hers?" "Yours, of course." His hand slipped under her t-shirt and fondles a bare breast then twirls the nipple between his fingers. "Yeah, I saw ya a while ago. You were buried deep in that girl's cunt." He nuzzles her neck sweetly for a few minutes. "Not like your mouth hasn't been down there a bunch too. I thought we were both enjoying having her here. It makes all like before Tara ran off to that job ... don't it?" She spins in his arms and rubs her crotch against his as she gazes into his eyes. "You're the best, you know I love you so much." She pecks at his lips and gives him a forceful grind. She laughs. "I know." He presses his lips against hers and lets his tongue explore her mouth for a while. He swells inside the jeans as she rubs against him. "Maybe you'd like to fuck me now." She snickers. "I have needs too." "Goddamn, you two will wear my pecker off." "Yeah, but it'll be fun until then." She playfully swats his hip then hops back a step. He follows her into their bedroom and watches her undress. "Perhaps you'd like to fuck me from behind." She leans over and wiggles her ass at him. "And such a sweet thing it is ... and that stump, oh my, oh my." She lies on her back, one foot in the air stretching out to the side, the stump pointing the other direction as best as possible. "Your dick is probably a little tuckered, just nibble for a while." She spreads her pussy lips smartly with two fingers and bucks her hips slightly. "Come to mama." - The warm breeze of the late afternoon blows across my nakedness, the electric buzz of the vibrator drifts from between my legs, as I struggle to read the third page of the literature textbook. The thoughts of the past days force all new thoughts away with too much ease. Beside, the moans and screams from their bedroom are unusually loud now. I wonder if the door might be open. A small snicker escapes my mouth and I begin the page again. My eyes stray to the laptop screen and the pictures of female amputees as they fade and appear while the slide show progresses. One of Zoe appears in a sensual pose with her hand curled over the leg stump from behind. "Baby-y," I mummer, my fingers moving the vibrator out a little then back in. I let thoughts of Zoe roll around my mind for a long moment then the picture dissolves into one of another woman. I pull my left foot behind my hip and sit with the leg folded as if the leg ended at the knee. I had pretended around Zoe for most of the relationship and felt fortunate that she seemed to understand my feelings even though she lost her leg for more 'normal' reasons. "Love your cock-k!" Rachel screams in their bedroom as he does something to her, probably something that feels particularly good from the way it sounds. Again, I begin the same page once again. The foot remains under my hip. - The night covers the outside as I flip the kitchen light on. My bare feet plod back and forth between the refrigerator and counter, as I retrieve the necessary things to make a ham and cheese sandwich then return to put them back. Not wearing clothes around the house feels more natural with each passing day and I let my ass sway in a little dance as I waltz towards the kitchen table. "Guess we got carried away," Rachel says as she crutches into the kitchen with Sam not far behind. "Hope we didn't make too much noise." She laughs heartily. "No. I just turned my vibrator up." I chuckle. "There's more ham in there." She opens the refrigerator and looks idly inside. Sam swats her ass cheek firmly and the whack echoes around the room. His nearly erect cock sticks out nicely. "Give it a rest," Rachel teases. "How 'bout you?" he quizzes as he glances at me. "I've got to study." I laugh, and then give the thick shaft a few playful strokes pulling him towards me. "Geez-z," he groans. I lean down and suck him with mayonnaise-covered lips, taking several inches in my mouth and tasting Rachel's flavor. I find myself getting lost in the feel of him and I begin giving him oral with greater enthusiasm. My hand fondles his ball sack as his cock head bounces off the beginning of my throat. His hand rests on my head as he begins fucking my mouth. "Oh god-d," he grunts. His stump rubs my face. - "Hey doll face," Rachel coos as I walk through the living room after class on Friday. She sits on the couch wearing jeans and an unbuttoned blouse, reading a paperback book. The radio plays an old rock and roll song softly in the background. "Sam went to the store, he'll be back in a few hours." "A three day week that feels like a year, geez, glad it is over," I reply without stopping. Her crutch tips tap smartly against the hardwood floor as she follows me into my bedroom. "Maybe I could help relieve some of the tension," she teases, her hand cupping a bare breast and rubbing it around her chest. "If I had some crutches, I'd wrap my fucking leg up and pretend for a while." "I got an extra pair. Be right back." I undress and wait, sitting on my foot pulled against my hip. She tosses me an elastic bandage and I wrap it around my folded leg. I wobble unsteadily on my foot as I stand to measure a crutch under my arm. I sit and press the gold-colored button and let it out one hole. Before I stand, I pull my jeans on, my slender leg folded is not much larger than the other is, and stuff my foot in the seat, then fasten the waistband. "How long 'till I can have it off?" I beg as I stand and shove the crutches under each arm. "I don't know how much longer I can stand to watch you two going about so nicely on one leg. Shit, man!" I take a few steps and quickly regain my confidence as the empty part of the pants leg swings back and forth with each one. "Haven't heard from Tara yet, but Sam told her of the need to find a doc. Maybe over the Christmas holidays, you can go away and have it done." "That'd be sweet since I have three weeks between terms." I crutch back and forth a few times across the empty space of the bedroom then stop in front of her. I wiggle my toes against the floor and savor the inability to do the same with the other foot. For the next half hour, I move about the house using the crutches, and then I unwrap my leg and rub the pins and needles throbbing in my foot. Rachel stands in the doorway and watches. "Damn, you do a grand job on the sticks." I glance up at her and smile. "Thanks. I used to do that ... a lot." "Really?" "Yeah, I had a girlfriend ... Zoe. She had one leg, not because she wanted to be that way. Anyway, she seemed fascinated with my desire to pretend and I did it often around her. Sometimes, we even went out in public with me that way." I pull my jeans back on just as the front door closes and we hear Sam's crutches tapping along the floor. He puts something on the kitchen counter and we go in to see what he has bought. "Our baby girl has been pretending to have one leg," Rachel tells him. "God, I wish I could have seen that." "Don't worry, I have a feeling that I'll be doing it a lot more ... until Tara finds a doc." I laugh. "Seeing you two has rekindled a blaze inside me to get the fucker cut off." I laugh again. "I got some more whiskey and some popcorn. Anyone up for sitting out by the pool and watching the stars." "As long as we're all naked as a jaybird," Rachel roars. I move closer to her back and wrap my arms around her waist. "Oh honey," I say as I kiss along her neck. "I love both of your sexuality. I haven't known anyone that loves to screw as much as I do." Instead of venturing outside, the three of us stroll towards their bedroom and cover the bed with our naked bodies, her face between my thighs, his between hers. "Oh god-d," she blows across my creaming opening as he shoves another thick finger inside her. I close my eyes tight and imagine not having any legs as he suggested before. I feel his cock tap against my lips and I part them to accept his warm flesh inside my mouth. The first few inches are always the best, but I greedily take a little more, but not so much I will gag. I taste the fragrant remains of him having been inside her not long before and let my mind flash back to the last time I was alone with her. For me, there is little different between having sex with either of them. My head bobs as I let his shaft move about in my mouth and I hold his stump forcefully in one hand, feeling the soft fleshy mass mold itself nicely against my palm. I think about having one leg like his, the other like hers, neither the same length, but both too short for any kind of prosthetic leg. I find myself feeling comfortable with the image of me in a wheelchair, my short skirt flat against a thick cushion with little thigh to help balance me. Suddenly his come is filling my mouth and I realize I have been thinking more about myself than his cock. I almost choke as the surprise flood fills my throat. I gulp quickly and catch up with his eager releases. "Ah-h," she joyfully screams, as her tongue rips across my pussy opening. Her face slams against my crotch and I realize he is pounding her cunt with several fingers. "Oh god-d, baby-y," she quickly repeats loudly, the hot breath like a furnace against my clit. She replaces her face against me with three fingers and begins a jackhammer attack on me. "Oh-h, ah-h," I begin repeating, the come I could not completely swallow still draining along my chin. I thrust my mouth against his stump as if it is a small pillow and try to muffle my orgasmic cries in the depths of the object of my dreams. I awake in a pile of amputated bodies with the quarter moon shining through the opened window with the curtains pulled to either side. Both are making exhausted sleeping sounds with arms intertwined with different parts of other's bodies. The smell of crazy sex covers us in orgasmic bliss, and I drift back to sleep without moving. The sounds of a cock slopping though cunt already filled with sex wakes me in the dim morning light. Maybe it is the sounds of Rachel roaring about doing something harder, which stirs me. The mattress rises and falls all around me and I glance through sleep filled eyes and see Sam on top of Rachel making long forceful strokes, one quickly after the other. Her lone foot points towards the ceiling, the stump splayed far to the side. I roll to one side, rest my head on an upturned hand, and watch as I slowly let several fingers do to me, what he is doing to her. Her toes curl tightly as the climax washes over the rest of her body. "Oh Sam, oh Sam," she begs and he continues the rapid thrusts, his come jetting out her and draining over her asshole. - I awake, alone. It feels like hours later and I rub my eyes in a vain effort to see the clock - eleven. I stretch my arms and legs and ponder what that would be like if both my legs were off at the hips. I sit with both feet under my hips and look at my knees as though they are stumps. I stretch my arms and am unable to answer my question, though the exercise is pleasurable. My bare feet plod against the hardwood floor as my legs carry my naked body through the house to my bathroom and my shower. The warm water cascades over my head and along my body. I watch the rivulets of water tease my nipples as they split over the darkened parts before falling over my stomach to the drain. Fingers wipe through his come that fills my pussy until I feel fresh again. I sense a lingering climax begging for release as I remove my fingers and ignore the need to do anything about it. Instead, I lean against the shower wall and pull a foot behind me then idly watch the waters drain past my imagined stump. With each passing day, my need for becoming like Rachel, Sam, or even Tara builds. It is all I can think about now. Standing in the shower on one foot, feeling so comfortable, leaves me in a state of pleasure, one matched only by the frequent and intense sexual activity allowed by this couple that has graciously invited me into their home and family. I rack hangers along the rod in the closet, pausing to look at each garment. At last, I find one of my few long skirts, one that hangs just past my knees. I remove the hanger and look at it trying to remember the last time I wore it. I realize it is the last time I pretended, as I am desperate to do again. Barefooted, I crutch into the kitchen. My blue cotton skirt hides any signs of my faked missing leg. The white blouse, tight against me, shows peaks where my excited nipples beg against the fabric. "Hey, sleepyhead," Rachel says. "I was just fixin' some pancakes. Do you want some?" Sam sits at the kitchen table sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. "Hey babe," he says to me. "You know, you're welcome in our bed anytime." "Thanks darling, it was fun. I need to study on week nights, but we do have the weekends ... tonight, maybe like last night." I snicker. "I see you have your leg up," he says, the cup hovering near his mouth ready for another sip. "Yeah. I sure didn't think I'd find a place where I could pretend ... again. My leg is slender enough that it looks pretty natural." "Tara pretended all the time for the last year before we went. How long can you keep it that way?" "I used to do it for most of a day. It was actually getting to the point of being almost too weak to walk on." "A whole day," Rachel says, sounding surprised. "The slender shape of my thigh and lower leg keep it from cutting the circulation off so much." I stand and glance between them. Dressed, they looked so different from earlier. I almost laughed, but resisted my own little joke. "Have a seat," she says. "A batch is almost ready. How many do you want?" Room for Rent "Maybe three," I reply, pulling a chair out from the table. I lay the crutches on the floor as I sit and they poke against his foot. I reposition the crutches and they bang against his. "Too many sticks," he teases. "Sam...." I look at him as he smears the pancakes on the fork though a puddle of syrup then takes a bite. His eyes lock on mine as he chews. "Sam, the other day you said something about me not having legs. Were you serious? I mean ... your house isn't set up for a wheelchair." "We got a ramp out in the garage. Tara used it for her wheelchair. We could always put it in place again." "Tara?" I say; the puzzled expression plastered over my face. Rachel puts a plate of pancakes in front of me and refills his cup then mine. "Goodness, yes. She wasn't like us, just happy having one leg gone. She had to have both off, way high up ... to the hip. She was a fine looking woman with or without clothes. She makes my heart skip a beat, that's for sure. She pretended with just one leg off some, but her heart told her both was the desire." "She's so-o sexy naked," Sam mumbles, as he chews. I mind races with the new information. I had understood Tara was like them, missing just one leg. Now I knew why Sam had said those things to me. I pictured Tara lying across that desk, her legless hips ready to receive Sam's tool in one hole or the other. My cunt fills with nectar as I think. "She was in her twenties when it all started coming together," Rachel explains. She puts her plate of pancakes down then sits. "That was 'bout the time we all got closer." My mouth must have dangled open for a while and he notices, then she does. "She almost sucked my tongue out of my mouth one weekend when she was about twenty-two. She'd come back from a weeklong trip with a girl and some guy a little older. Anyway, after that ... well, the three of us were, how you say, nice an cozy." "Your daughter?" "She was old 'nough," Rachel says matter of factly, chewing her food. "Its not like we forced her." She took another bite without looking up. "Sweet pussy, too ... like yours." "Not a problem for me, not at all," I say as I push the empty plate away a few inches. I hold the cup in both hands and sip, never putting it down for several more. "No legs ... none? At the hip." The words, questions, and thoughts just spill from my lips. "Whatever doc she finds for you would be happy to do that for you," Sam says. "Oh ... my." I stammer as the reality of what he said washes over me like a waterfall. I had always felt I would be lucky to lose just one leg, either leg, and that actually losing them both would be a dream never realized. "Oh ... my." "There's a wheelchair out in the garage next to the ramp," Rachel says after she swallows the last bite of pancake. "Nothing fancy like the one Tara has now, mind you." I stand and pace the kitchen a few times using my crutches. "It's what I used to dream about...." I pause, hesitating to say more. "I became content just thinking one leg would be more than I'd be lucky to lose." I pace a while longer then go outside. - For the remainder of the weekend, other than a few brief moments, my leg remains bound and I use the crutches to move about. I struggle with my feelings, trying to convince myself that having just one leg would be enough of a change, that having both legs gone would be too radical. I lose track of the number of times one or both of them take me to the top of an orgasmic mountain or that I do the same for them. I know it is a large number, whatever it is. Monday morning, I again wake, exhausted and sore in tender places. I am alone and I hear dishes moving about in the kitchen. Still bound from the night before, my foot and part of my leg is numb. I gather the crutches under my arms then make my way, clothed only in a long t-shirt, to the source of the noise that awakened me. "Morning," I say, my mouth not quite able to say more now. "You were a wild woman," Rachel teases, dropping another glob of pancake batter on the large griddle. "What'd you be like without legs?" "She'd give Tara a run for the money." Sam laughs at the image of a woman without any legs running. "Yeah, I'd like that kind of competition." I join Sam in the laughter. "Too bad she's on the other side of the country." "Oh, she promised to visit over Thanksgiving," Rachel says, putting a plate in front of Sam. "Ya think the four of us will fit in one bed?" She pours more coffee in his cup. "Darling," he begins, his eyes looking at me over the cup. "We're short on beds, you know, hope it'll be okay if she bunks with you." - I stagger across campus to my first class of the day, the weight of my book bag pulling one shoulder lower than the other one. I settle into a chair on the main level of the auditorium and glance around at the twenty rows of seats on the inclined area behind me. Most of the seats filled and I open my laptop in preparation to take notes. A woman moves past me and out of the corner of my eyes, I notice a pair of crutches she is using. Strangely, I pay no more attention as the login dialog appears on the screen. Just as I click a button, the instructor drops his notes heavily on the lectern and begins speaking. I type as quickly as I can while paying attention to the lecture. The woman on crutches vanishes from my memory. Several timers beep throughout the auditorium as the end of the class draws near. The instructor announces the reading for the next class and exits while everyone gathers their books and close down their computers. Several buildings away I remember the woman with the crutches. In my mind, I kick myself as I remember her. Soon, I'm in another class with another instructor, words spilling through the air, and everyone typing as quickly as possible. The drive home is uneventful, almost peaceful, and I consider my future life. For a while, I picture myself crutching from the parking lot to class. I've driven from campus to home enough that my driving is on autopilot. I stop at the four-way stop a few miles out of town, and then shift my thoughts to being in a wheelchair and rolling across campus. I drive on. A truck blows its horn several times behind me. I realize I am going slower than the speed limit. I speed up and politely wave my hand out the window. He gives me a friendly toot as he passes. - After I deposit my books on my desk, I change and bind my leg up, preferring to go about on crutches until the next morning. I have several skirts that allow me to be dressed without my leg or my foot making it obvious it is still a part of me. "We got a call from Tara," Rachel tells me as I make my way into the living room. "She's coming for Thanksgiving." "You said she was," I reply, and then drop hard onto a cushion of the couch. I plop my lone foot onto the low table just in front of it. I watch as my foot wags from side to side. "Did she say anything 'bout...?" "Nah. She's sent off some e-mail to a few of her contacts." "It's hard to know it might be possible, and not know at the same time." "Well, she'll find someone. We just don't know when." "I saw someone on crutches today ... I think. I didn't see why. I was so busy with things, I even forgot after class to look for her. I don't remember seeing her on crutches before." "Maybe a sprained ankle." "Maybe a sore stump and she couldn't wear her prosthetic leg," I say, my voice disgusted and my arms crossed tightly. - Thursday I only have one class, the one I had on Monday where I thought I saw a woman on crutches. I make my way across campus from the parking lot trying to get there early so I can carefully watch for her. My book bag has the one book and my laptop. After class, I plan to spend the rest of the morning at the library gathering material for a paper due in a few weeks. Though there are several doors into the large auditorium, most people file through the main double doors. I take a seat with a good view of that door and open my laptop. My eyes remain glued on each person as they move into the room. I see her. She is missing her right leg. The woman is attractive, not a knock out, but easy on the eyes even if she had both legs. The plain black skirt hangs just below the knees so I can't tell how much leg is missing. I smile and point at the empty seat next to me. "Hi," I say, in case she hasn't noticed me. "Thanks, it's nice to be closer to the door," she says as she sits. "Monday I was late and I had to sit way over there." She points to the other side of the room as she crosses the whole leg over the missing one that now appears to end just above the knee. "I'm Katlin." She extends a hand and I take it, telling her my name. I take in her appearance, the blue eyes, the pale and perfect skin, and the black hair ending near her shoulders. "Great class," I say, not knowing what else to say now. "Yeah. My lightest day, only this class." She takes out a legal note pad and a pen in preparation for the class. "You walk well, on your crutches." "Uh-huh. It's only been since early summer. I've about figured out how to do everything on one leg." She chuckles. "It's not so bad." Her leg remains crossed over the long stump, the foot swings casually back and forth with the shoe flipping softly against the heal of the foot. I look around and the auditorium is mostly full. I glance at my watch and realize we only have a few more minutes before the instructor walks in. I look at Katlin and say, "I missed breakfast this morning, want to join me after class ... maybe at the student center?" "My tummy is rumbling. That would be great, I'd like to get to know you." The instructor walks quickly to the lectern and begins speaking as he puts his material down firmly. I type and listen, but my eyes dwell mostly on the way her leg drapes over the long stump and the tall aluminum crutches on the floor beside her chair. The foot continues to swing occasionally. She seems at ease having just one leg. I ponder what might have happened and how to find out more about her. As quick as he started the lecture, he ends and storms out the door. I close my laptop and put things in my bag, wondering what his huff was about, if it might have something to do with a woman with one leg sitting in the front row. "Nice laptop," she says, putting her things in a briefcase with a strap that she hangs over a shoulder. "Yeah, saves on hand cramps." I laugh and watch her shove the crutches under her arms. "Still up for some food?" she asks. A smile covers her face as she looks at me. "Big time." I rest a hand over my stomach and sling the book bag over my shoulder with the other hand. She looks down and smoothes a wrinkle out of her skirt with a swish of a hand. I walk along side her at the back of the rush of people leaving the room. We say little until we are outside and crossing the quad to the student center. "I live south of town," she says. "I work at my father's doctor office a few days a week." The word 'doctor' causes my attention to focus like an arrow leaving the bow. "Wow, that must be interesting." "I like it. He's a vascular surgeon." She glances down at the space where her leg used to be for the next step, and then looks at me. "He does amputations." "Yours?" I quiz. "Uh-huh. It's a strange story, maybe once we know each other better, I can tell you." "Sure, when you're ready. I know it can be difficult." "Difficult? No, not having the leg is not difficult." I hold the door open and she walks past me. We move through the food line in partial silence. I offer that she should put her plate on the tray with my food, that I'll carry it. She agrees. She pays for both orders. A table by the windows becomes free and we sit facing each other. She leans her crutches against the wall at the edge of the window and adjusts herself in the seat. I notice she crosses the leg over the stump as she had in class. "Interesting how you do that," I say. "It feels comfortable." "I live with a couple north of town. They both are missing a leg." "Really?" "Yeah-h," I drawl, my eyes looking down as I put pepper on my eggs. "I'd just gotten into town and found an ad for a room to rent. Something about 'peaceful wooded location' that caught my attention." I laugh. She turns slightly in the chair and I watch more clearly as the foot swings. "Both of them?" "Uh-huh. They are-e amazing." "The same leg?" "No. Hers stump is a little longer than his is. They both just use crutches." "Nice how some amputees find each other." "Well, this happened after they had been married for a long time." "Did they have an accident?" I take a bite of egg and chew slowly as I consider what to say next. I lower the fork to the plate. "You know how you said losing your leg was a strange story. Well, their story is 'strange'." She looks at me as I speak then sips her coffee. "Some people just need to be missing a leg." I smile. "Is that what happened to you?" She nods a few times in silence, still holding the cup near her mouth. After a long moment, she smiles, but says nothing. "I have a secret of my own." I take a bite of my toast and chew for a second. I lean closer to her then whisper, "I want to have my left leg off. I always have." I sit up again and sip some coffee. "Our meeting seems fortuitous." She smiles as if pleased for using a big word. "I do hope so." She looks around to see how many people are sitting at neighboring tables. "Listen, this is something I can't talk about here." "Oh, I do-o understand. Where can we talk?" "I'm parked out in lot six. It's not far. Let's go and talk in my car." I stack the empty plates on the tray and bus things to the trash not far from the table. She stands comfortably beside me and her hand rubs my back a few times. "This is exciting. I've never known someone that feels this way." The car doors remain open as the sun infused heat drains. She sits and the skirt lies above the end of the stump. I take advantage of the view. She notices and cups her hand over the end then rubs it firmly. "Neat, isn't it?" she coos. Before I can respond, she pulls the stump towards her mouth and pecks kisses across the end. "I love to do that. I don't know why any more than I understand why I love having one leg." "Yeah, cool." "So you want to have your leg off. How much do you want off?" "Almost all of the left leg. I like the look of a nicely rounded hip." I chuckle. "I was close to, ah, lived with a woman for years ... she was missing her leg that way. Oh, not because she wanted to be, but she 'was' comfortable not having the leg." "It's okay, I've had both girl and boy friends. Did she know about your feelings?" "Uh-huh." I snicker. "I used to pretend around the house. She didn't mind." The stump still rests against her chest. She leans down and kisses it. I watch, trying to control the raging jealousy flooding my body. "You said your father is a vascular surgeon...." I find myself incapable of finishing the question. I don't know why. "Yeah, the long story that I have trouble talking about." She laughs. "Listen, can I have your word that this will be kept a secret?" I nod a few times. "Of course." I hold three fingers up. "Scouts honor." "Any chance that the couple you live with can find a doc for you?" "They're searching, but nothing so far. The one that did theirs is no long doing elective amputations. I didn't mention it before, but since we telling secrets." I laugh. I've gotten 'very' close to them." "Close ... as in lovers?" I nod and grin. "I live with Dad ... just the two of us. Mom left when I first told her I wanted my leg off. He and I have a 'close' relationship now. He has a 'thing' for female amputees. I guess I do as well; just I also wanted to be one too. I'm my own 'devotee'." She laughs. "You just came out one day and told her?" "I did. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had my collection of pictures of amputees and spent hours masturbating while staring at them. I was working part time at Dad's office and occasionally an amputee would pass through. I would be a wreck for days after seeing him or her." "Did you talk to your father about any of this?" "Oh yeah-h," she drawls. "He told me of his interest in amputees and how that was part of the reason for being a vascular surgeon. He loves doing amputations." "Had he done any elective ones?" "Other than mine, a few. He was afraid of losing his license. He met a doc south of the border and together they would 'do them'." She snickers. "Like I said, Mom left, divorced, and never spoke to either of us after she caught wind of our mutual feelings. It didn't take long for us to become lovers." "Wow, that is so-o great." She lowers the stump and pushes the skirt over it. I watch in silence for a while. "Can he help me?" I ask. "Let me talk to him tonight. I can't promise anything ... understand?" "Sure. Do you want to call me?" "I'll see you in class on Monday." "That's an eternity." I frown. "I know. You've waited a lifetime already. What are a few more days?" "I suppose you are right." I continue to frown. "Hey, if I get him to agree, I'll call." I give her my phone number and she scribbles it on a scrap of paper then pushes it into her bag. - The hours in the library are a waste of time. I'm unable to concentrate on any of the volumes as I read their pages. All of my thoughts are devoted to Katlin and her father. I picture her making love to her father and think about how nice it is being with Sam. I wonder of the girl friends she mentioned, how many there were and did they know about her love of stumps. I abandon my research in the early afternoon and make my way towards the lot where I parked. I hear a woman yell something that sounds like a greeting. I look around, eventually I see Katlin walking towards the library. I wave my hand high in the air and walk quickly towards her. "How wonderful to see you again," she says, stopping in front of me. "I struggled to get some material for a paper that's due in a few weeks. You're all I could think about." "That's sweet. I feel the same way. Listen, I called Dad. He's willing to speak with you. Can you have dinner with us tonight?" "Wow!" I exclaim, louder than expected. "Sure. There's nothing more important to me." She hands me a printed page with a map and an address. "About six?" I look at the map. "It's an hour south of here," she says. I watch as she crutches away and picture myself doing the same for the rest of my life. It feels good and peaceful warmth soothes me. - I notice the house is quite large as I park my car in the driveway behind Katlin's car. A tall, slim man opens the door and smiles. "You must be Zoe," he says. "I'm Robert, Katlin's father." He shakes my hand a few pumps then lets go. I let my eyes roam over him and notice how the casual khaki slacks and black polo shirt give him a handsome, yet distinguished, appearance. "Come in. I don't think she's talked about anything other than you since I got home." He laughs. Katlin makes her way from the hallway wearing a short black skirt revealing the long stump. A loose fitting white blouse, unbuttoned slightly, reveals a pleasing amount of cleavage. "Hey darling," she says, throwing her arms around me and pecking a kiss at my cheek. "Isn't he a dream?" She waves a hand towards her father. "Hardly," he modestly says. "She's the dream." "Maybe someday, I'll be as dreamy," I mumble, taking a step back. "Can I get you something ... beer, wine, ... cola?" he asks, dodging my remark. "A beer sounds particularly good. It's hot out there." She and I stand for a moment and I watch her watching him as he vanishes into the kitchen. "I see why you fell for him." I squeeze her hand. "Lucky you."