0 comments/ 17865 views/ 4 favorites Monoped Muse Ch. 01 By: PaulX35 [i]Every longer story needs an ouverture, and “Black Ice” forms the upbeat for this one. Please read it as such; I’ve only allowed scoring after chapter 3, feeling you should read the whole thing before giving any scores. I’m much indebted to Damppanties and Alex- The_bragis for commenting on earlier drafts of this story. Hope you enjoy! PaulX35[/i] [b]I. Black Ice[/b] - “Fucking hell,” she said to herself. The view out the window wasn’t promising. From a slate grey sky the fine rain drizzled down on the campus, freezing instantly as it hit the ground. Pretty as the coating of crystalline shimmering black ice looked, it wasn’t making life easy for those attempting to walk out there. Ellen Sanders hated ice rain. She turned to place her crutches against the wall and slid her bag off her back. She opened the small red and blue zipper that gave access to the side-pocket where she kept her cell phone. Ellen leaned against the wall and looked up a number - her friend’s. The phone rang. It took ten seconds for the voice mail to respond. Not what she wanted to hear. ‘Shit, it’s Thursday. She’s working,’ she thought. Ellen sighed, then reached into the front pocket of her jeans, looking at what came out. - “Oh great.” Four lousy dollars and some small change. So much for a taxi. This was not her day. Not sure of what to do now, she packed her things again and walked back into the campus library. Coffee would not solve any of her problems, but she needed one anyway. A small group of fellow students were standing in the entrance hall. Jason Lewis was one of them. He was the tallest of the group, and the only one looking to see Ellen turn right and approach the coffee machine. His eyes followed the motion of the woman on crutches. He found her beautiful to watch. Underneath a bright red ski coat the cut off left leg of her jeans was carefully tailored around a stump that ended about ten inches below the hip. With every step she took, the legless side of her body titled with an elegance. It was not the first time Jason had observed this woman with only one leg. Actually, he would watch her every time he had the chance. Jason had also seen today’s weather conditions. They were not what a fellow leg amputee student would wish for. He made a decision. - “I’ll be right back,” Jason rather suddenly said to his friends. - “I err...forgot something.” They looked at him with some surprise, but didn’t pay much further attention. Jason walked off into the corridor. A little further up, he saw her standing by the machine. His heart raced as he walked closer. She glanced up at him, seeing him reach for a quarter. Jason smiled as he went to stand beside her. - “Quite a day eh?,” he said, pointing out the window. It felt like a clumsy try to start some sort of conversation. Ellen took her coffee out, then turned back to look at him. She gave him a vague smile as she observed him. About six foot three, jet black hair and drop looking steel blue eyes. And he knew how to use them. His look was piercing, in a pleasant way. - “Yeah, don’t tell me. I’ve been trying to find a way to get home. No walking outside for me, not unless I’d want to break my neck,” she said. Jason looked at her, nodding with sympathy. His eyes simply had to wander down. Only shortly, though. He didn’t want to raise suspicion. - “I saw you standing at the entrance earlier, heard you swear too,” Jason told her. “Looks to me you could maybe use some help? I mean, this doesn’t look like your type of weather.” Ellen smiled. “You’re observant. I was trying to phone a friend, but she was not at home. And then I found out I’m pretty much out of cash.” - “And you haven’t got a car?,” he asked. - “Oh I have one, but I elected today to have it serviced.” She grinned sheepishly. - “Don’t tell me. Lousy planning, I knew the weather might turn bad,” she added. Jason chuckled. “Not perfect, no. Far from, even.” Ellen nodded, looking a bit sad. Then she realized he’d want coffee too, so she moved aside, giving him an apologizing look. - “Sorry, go ahead.” Jason smiled and gave her a “Thanks”. He inserted the quarter and pushed ‘Cappuccino’. The machine produced a gargling sound when it put the foam topping on the coffee. He pulled the cup out and took a sip. - “Is that as lousy as my regular coffee?” she inquired. Jason grinned. - “Close call, but I’d guess this stuff can make a real Italian faint.” Ellen laughed. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He gave her a closer look. She didn’t seem shy to talk at all. Her face had an attractive sort of openness, without being classically beautiful. But she had lovely long brown hair, and twinkling almond eyes that were accentuated by a strong jaw line and sharp defined brown eyebrows. Her ski-coat hid much of her figure, but Jason could tell she had a good looking ass. Not very slim, but she seemed well proportioned. - “So, if you could use a ride home? I’d be happy to drop you off.” That sounded like manna from heaven. Ellen smiled, grateful. - “Oh yes, that would be really great.” Jason smiled back. “Sure, no problem, err...?” - “Ellen,” she responded quickly, “Ellen Sanders, I’m a psychology major here.” - “Jason Lewis. Math major.” Ellen observed him a little more as he stood before her, relaxed and pleasantly curious. Tight jeans stressed an almost defiant stance, and with his sweater hugging nicely around his torso he looked pretty satisfactory from a female point of view. Not totally a hunk maybe, but his self-confidence gave him an appeal she liked. For a moment, she wondered what would have brought him to offer her a ride. - “Math? Hmm, you don’t look very nerdy.” She said it with a teasing, inquisitive look. It couldn’t hurt to throw out a small bite. - “You don’t look that shrinky yourself, Ellen.” Together they chuckled. She loved his astuteness. A short spark dropped in their chuckles. They were both aware of it. - “So, when are you classes finished then?,” she asked him. He looked at her. “When are yours?” - “I’m done actually,” Ellen replied. “But I could wait...” - “No, no, we can go if you want. Was planning to skip stupid Vector Analysis anyway.” - “Vector Analysis, hmm, now you’ve really impressed me.” She looked up at him with a proper degree of mockery, watching him lift an eyebrow of interest. Another spark exchanged. Jason looked straight into her eyes, playing the game. - “Are you that easily impressed, Ellen?” - “It depends. Not as a habit, but I make exceptions.” She replied with a touch of mystery in her smile. - “I like exceptions,” Jason replied. Ellen noted the subtle wink he added. He was a good five inches taller. About what she considered ideal for a man. His eyes were scanning her, a pleasure she allowed him without comment. It was pretty hard not to notice her missing leg, so she assumed it wasn’t bothering his obvious flirting. That felt good. Ellen broke the silence by throwing the rest of her coffee into the trash can next to the coffee machine. He responded immediately. - “Listen, I have to go fetch my coat and some stuff, but I’ll be ready for you in a minute, ok?” She nodded. - “You want me to wait somewhere? I mean, I don’t know where you parked your car…” - “I’ll drive it over to the back entrance, ok? It’ll be a few steps to the car from that exit.” - “You’re a gentleman,” she said. - “I used to be with the Boy Scouts,” he replied. As Ellen watched him walk away, she realized she liked him. Jason fancied her too. And he also found this might be his lucky day. His car was a bit of a wreck, actually. But at this moment it did every bit as fine as a brand new Corvette. He stopped it right before the back door entrance and gallantly swung the right door open. Ellen giggled for a moment as she saw him. Carefully, she started placing her crutches on the icy pavement. - “Need a hand?,” Jason shouted from the car. “Hang on, let me give you a hand.” It was still very slippery. She felt dependant on the help of others. That was why she hated this weather so much. It made her feel like a cripple. - “Just keep a close eye if you will, please. I’ll try by myself then.” Jason did, moving over to walk right behind her. As he did, he remembered how he would always call her his “one-legged beauty”, in an impersonal way. This flirty chat had however shown him that she was a witty, smart, attractive woman too. Not drop dead gorgeous in the way the guys discussed girls over a beer. But she sure as hell wasn’t unattractive at all. Right now she was also trying her damn hardest not to slip and fall. ‘Not all grace and beauty. Fuck, this can’t be fun,’ he thought while watching her make it to the car. Despite almost falling a few times, she made. He closed the door for her and jumped in at the driver’s side. - “Phew, am I glad I’m in this car!,” she exclaimed, giving him a genuine look of gratitude. “I really appreciate this,” she added. She zipped her ski-coat open, unconscious of the view it offered at her figure. - “It’s nothing, really,” Jason replied, noting her coat slide open. He glanced at her jeans and a brown sweater curving over the swell of her breasts. - “It is for me, Jason, thanks a bunch.” He nodded. “Can imagine this must suck.” - “Yeah, believe me it does.” replied she. “Much as I appreciate your help, of course, it really pisses me off to be so immobile. I hate it.” - “You seemed experienced with it though, at least to me you are.” He smiled at her, putting the car in “D”. It took off slowly and turned, the wheels spinning already. - “It comes with practice,” she replied. - “Can imagine yes. How long have you had the chance to practice then, if I may ask?” His curiosity was obvious, but she kind of enjoyed it. - “I was fifteen when I had the amputation,” she replied. - “So, that makes how many years of practice?” ‘Ah, he’s finding out my age too,’ she thought, smiling. - “That makes eight years of practice,” she smiled. “And how old are you?” Jason laughed. “Twenty-four.” As he drove off the university parking lot he looked at her. - “So, where do I drop you off then, Ellen?” - “I live at Chalmers, third block. I guess you know where that is?” - “Yup, I do,” he replied, “used to live there actually.” - “Really?” The car wheels spun so easily that it was impossible to go faster than a few miles. Jason seemed in control though. She observed his firm hands at the steering wheel, his strong arms stretched. His leaned back driving also offered a view at his tight jeans, subtly bulging in the crotch. - “Just moved last year. It was a cool block when I lived there,” Jason continued. - “Yeah, it’s not bad,” she replied. “Though I just came to live there. I used to study at Ithaca, but I switched last August.” - “I see,” said Jason. “That explains.” She smiled curiously. “Explains what?” - “Nothing important. It’s just that I don’t recall ever having seen you at the campus, until after summer. And you didn’t look like a first-year to me then.” Ellen smiled again. “Then?” Jason looked at her, his eyes moving to her lower body, intently. - “Well, you hardly go unnoticed, do you?” His directness made Ellen grin. ‘Was this just curiosity?’ - “It’s pretty hard to hide yes. That’s why I don’t,” she replied. - “Yeah, I noticed that too,” he replied. “I like the way you don’t hide it. It shows courage, and it looks good.” The tone of his voice remained almost challenging. This sure didn’t sound like average curiosity. - “Well thank you, Jason. I’m flattered,” she smiled, noticing another subtle wink of his as he took the left into Chalmers. Instead of the usual five, the drive took more than fifteen minutes. He eventually made it though, and parked the car right in front of the entrance. - “I sure hope it’s not too slippery here,” Ellen said as she was about to get out. Jason got out as well, just to see if she’d need any more help. But she was ok. The entrance to the flat had an awning, that sagged from the weight of frozen rain but had left the pavement free of ice. Ellen turned to face him, her hands leaning on her crutches. - “Thanks again, Jason.” - “Really, it was my pleasure, Ellen.” He stood right in front of her, stance widened a little, hands in his pockets now. His jet black hair was wet from the rain. Steel blue eyes were watching her from underneath brushy eyebrows. They determined his facial expression in a way that was strong and interesting. She could sense his confidence about how he looked. - “What you did was very sweet, Jason. I was thinking of a way to err... maybe return the favour?” - “I could think of a few ways I would enjoy,” he replied instantly. His eyes twinkled. She was almost sure he was planning to ask her out too, but was simply enjoying to see if she would make the first move herself. Aware of the game, she allowed him his bit of fun. - “Ever went out with a girl with one leg before?” Her voice now sounded provocative. Jason lifted an eyebrow as he chuckled. She could see him slowly shake his head. - “Nope, but I could be persuaded to make an… exception.” She laughed out loud. - “I could live with an exception,” she replied coyly. “Any plans for tomorrow night?” - “Not yet, no.” - “Good, then I guess you just got yourself a date, Mister Lewis.” - “I never thought it’d be so easy, Miss Sanders,” he replied, giving her yet another wink. “Nine-ish?” She paused for a moment. - “Can you make it seven thirty? I’ll make you dinner first then. If you like?” - “Can I trust your cooking?,” he teased in reply. Ellen laughed again. - “One way to find out, I guess.” - “True,” he said, grinning. “Ok, seven thirty it’ll be then.” - “It’s number 59, fifth floor,” she added. - “I don’t think I’ll need to write that down.” Their eyes met one more time as they both had a few thoughts. Then they said goodbye. As Ellen stepped out the elevator, she saw his car disappear in the drizzly winter sunset. ### [continued in Monoped Muse, Ch II: Lasagna Confessions] Monoped Muse Ch. 02 II. Lasagna Confessions Their kiss at the doorstep had been a promising surprise. Not that anything was certain to happen, thought Jason, but a kiss was a better start than shaking hands. During the day, while pondering about tonight, shaking hands had been his worst image. A sexy pair of brown leather pants clad around her butt. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her body as she walked in front of him. Ellen moved with the same unusual elegance that had mesmerized him before, when he would secretly watch her at university. Her missing leg swung subtly as she walked, covered by the supple leather around the stump’s contours. She wasn’t wearing a shoe. Her one foot was bare and elegant, with shorter, straight toes and pink polished toenails. - “Don’t expect too much,” she apologized in advance. “I love cooking, but I didn’t really have the time today to fix something good.” - “You had my expectations run high yesterday,” he teased in reply. - “It smells good, though!” he added after seeing her look back and frown with pretended insult. The same game of teasing seemed to continue by itself. He looked around her room. It was simple, but tasteful, with many small accents revealing the hand of a woman. - “Sit down,” she smiled, “make yourself comfortable. I need just another minute in the kitchen. Pour us some wine meanwhile, ok?” She watched him as he sat down on the couch. - “That is, I hope you like wine?” Jason smiled. Beer was his normal drink. - “I’ll try your wine.” - “You’d better, I spent money on that bottle,” she replied, smiling. Jason poured two glasses and had a sip of his. It was really good, he thought, even for a guy without taste for wine. While Ellen turned to her cooking, by the kitchen block in the corner the room, he got up and had a look at her bookcase. He loved looking at people’s books. It revealed a lot of who they were, what their interests were. Ellen’s collection did indeed. Browsing through them, he saw a lot of psychology stuff. No surprise. Then quite a bit on politics, which he found interesting. Her novel collection was pretty particular; 19th century Russian literature, modern Latin-American - Garcia Marquez, Isabel Allende, Vargas Llosa, and then some authors he had never heard of. German looking names. Finally, in the bottom right he saw some stuff that made him curious. A collection of books on erotica and sexuality. Quite a bit. He saw Nabokov, Marquis de Sade and some ten volumes of work that looked like non-commercial releases. He browsed through the book titles, the author’s name not ringing any bells really. Birgit Sundholm. - “You do that too, I see,” said Ellen from the kitchen. He looked up, feeling almost caught. - “Yeah, it’s a habit.” - “A nice one,” Ellen replied. “I do it everywhere I can. Love it.” - “No detectives,” Jason remarked. - “Oh, I do read them. I just don’t spend any money on buying them.” Ellen looked back, almost pouting. - “So, is that all you noticed? Makes me feel common.” Jason chuckled. Her collection was far from common. And he knew she was pretty aware of that. - “Saw you have quite an erotica section. You write any yourself?” - “A forward question so shortly before dinner.” - “True,” Jason smiled, “we’ll keep it for desert then.” She grinned at him from the kitchen, meanwhile moving stuff to the table. - “Ok, dinner’s ready.” He saw her put plates, cutlery and a salad bowl on the dinner table right behind the kitchen block. - “You bring the glasses?” - “Yup.” Jason took them and the bottle with him, watching something come out of the oven that smelled great. He sat down opposite her. Ellen smiled and took her chair as well. - “Hmm, this looks smashing,” Jason said. - “Lasagna and some green salad and tomatoes. Help yourself.” She took her glass, raised it and smiled into his eyes. - “Here’s to ...?” She paused for a moment. - “Boy scouts honor?,” Jason suggested with a grin. Ellen giggled. “Ok, to the scout who saved me. Cheers.” - “Cheers.” All through dinner, they never once had to look for something to say. Subjects switched naturally, and they loved to tease and challenge each other in a way that expressed interest. He could see from her laughs and smiles she was enjoying him. What he said. How he was. And Ellen did like him. Behind his smart and astute, almost macho image there was a sort of honesty that she found charming. Also, he didn’t seem bothered at all with her different physique. Jason loved Ellen’s sharp and confident perception, her almost confronting curiosity, her perfect sensing of how he thought and felt about things. He knew he was intelligent; studying mathematics required sharp analytical skills, and Jason possessed them, he knew. All through childhood he had always been smarter than any of his classmates or friends. Felt smarter too. But tonight, this woman was showing him very different types of intelligence. It seemed as if she could look through him, as if she was a step ahead of even his thoughts. Her relaxed self confidence was exciting. Jason found her terribly sexy. He took a last bite of lasagna, then looked at her. No need to tell her this was a great meal. She already knew. - “Desert?,” she inquired, lifting her eyebrow. He chuckled and nodded, remembering too. He had only mentioned it in a sideline, but her eyebrow lifting told him she had not forgotten. Ellen got up from the table. - “It’s supermarket stuff I’m afraid. I didn’t have the time to do any home made desert.” She opened the fridge and took out the Haagen Dasz ice cream. He peeked, watching her agility as she balanced on her one bare foot. She did look smashing in those leather pants, he noted for the second time. He watched her switch the plates and put the desert on the table. Seated again, Ellen served ice-cream for the both of them. - “Hmm, looks good,” he said. - “If you want more, just take,” she smiled, starting to taking a bite. He took one himself as well, watching her lips smooth over the spoon. She had a sexy mouth. - “So, about that question I asked earlier,” Jason said, curious. Ellen looked up from her spoon. - “I saw a lot of erotica work, and some of it didn’t look like stuff you bought somewhere.” - “Your observation might be correct, yes,” she teased. - “Who was the author again? Some Swedish sounding name.” Ellen nodded. “Birgit Sundholm.” - “Yes, that was her. Is she? Swedish? I’ve never heard of her.” Ellen gave him an uncanny smile. It further aroused his suspicion. - “Nope, she’s not Swedish.” He observed the look in her eyes, watching her for a few moments. Then he grinned. - “It’s you eh? You wrote it.” She lifted an eyebrow once more. - “Yes. Birgit Sundholm is my nom de plume.” - “Your pen name?” - “Yes.” He sat back. “Interesting. What do you write about then?” Ellen leaned forward. She didn’t seem embarrassed one bit by his questions. - “I mostly write shorter stories. Some are longer, novel-like. I actually write about everything that I find erotic. And enjoy others reading it. I don't really publish it in print. What I got there is print outs I made for myself. I do publish on the internet, though.” - “Oh?” Jason was becoming really curious now. - “Go on, please.” She smiled. - “Well, it’s a web site called “Literotica.com”. Hundreds of people publish erotic work there. Some of it is crap, but there are quite a lot of talented writers as well. It’s actually a lot of fun. I love doing it. And it’s very exciting to share erotic thoughts with others. Very different from, say, doing that in a relationship. It’s more public, which has a distinct attraction, I find.” Ellen looked up and observed him. “Surprized?” - “No, actually I’m not,” he replied instantly. Jason would have been yesterday. But after tonight’s talk over dinner with this interesting and sexy woman, he wasn’t any longer. His steel blue eyes observed her with undeniable interest. Ellen enjoyed him doing that. She liked the directness, his pure curiosity. - “What’s Birgit Sundholm like then, Ellen?” She hummed in thought, but wasn’t put off balance by the question. - “The classic answer to that is that she’s never totally me, and never totally not me. But sure, there’s a lot of myself in her. It’s hard to write erotica for a character you don’t identify with, after all.” That seemed hard to argue. - “Tell me more about her, then. You got me curious.” Ellen grinned. Nice way of trying to find out about her by asking questions about her book character. And she played the game. It was fun. - “Oh, she’s very enterprizing. Curious, intelligent. Very nice too, of course.” “Yes, I would guess so,” Jason chuckled. - “And also very naughty,” Ellen added instantly, observing him. That caused a twinkle in his eyes; she could see it appear. It was exciting to see his face hide so little. She wondered if he was really aware of how much an open book his emotions were to a careful observer. - “Is she also… a monoped?” ‘That’s a very unusual expression,’ she thought. It caused a vague spark of recognition somewhere. - “Yes, of course she is,” she replied. Her smile had a near challenging confidence. Ellen watched him nod with interest. Then the spark hit fertile ground. ‘Monoped...’ It had been on a web site. She had found it through series of web-links. Where? Ah yes, that guy from Norway; the sociologist...Ola..., no Odefjell, that was his name! Grunde Odefjell. Too odd a name not to remember. There were a lot of associations to make, but they now flashed through her mind in perfect order. One of the first books she had read for a sexual psychology class. About two years ago. It had mentioned the phenomenon of erotic attractions to amputees, which had obviously intrigued her. She had done some web-searching afterwards, out of curiosity. And had first stumbled across an article from that guy from Norway. A sociological analysis of the way cultures perceived bodily imperfections. Interesting writing, she remembered. The article had a couple of web-links added. And she remembered having a look at some of those as well. And a few of them had left her quite surprized. Losing her leg had never been in the way of Ellen’s fascination for sexuality and erotic pleasures, even when not every man she had been with had shown the capacity to accept her being different. Their tough luck. But these web sites had shown a different world. Secretive in part. But intriguing. It seemed they existed. Men who found it a turn on. And a few of them had used the term “monoped”. Her thoughts continued to flash, associating at high speed. Yesterday’s weather. The way they had met at the coffee machine. Him offering a ride, gallantly driving her home. The knight who came to rescue. The knight who just now had spoken of “monoped”. Ellen had never heard the term used in any other context before. It fitted, a bit too well to be coincidental. Her look became inquisitive now. - “”Monoped”, I like that term.” Jason smiled, somewhat insecure now. - “It’s unusual too,” she added. She was closely observing him, but her look remained invitingly open. His turned into an uncertain grin. ‘Why is she...?’ Then it struck him what must have triggered her: the term itself. Jason had seen Ellen read his thoughts before, tonight. And her pondering had already made him suspect she must be after something. This time, he had made things easy for her. If she’d ever have come across the term, a woman with her perceptiveness would now have made the connection. And it had every sign that Ellen had just about finished doing that. - “Yes, it’s unusual,” Jason admitted, “as unusual as something I like, and haven’t told you yet.” Ellen’s look became excited. “Oh?” ‘She’s pretending ignorance,’ he thought. But Jason knew better. - “You’re extremely perceptive, Ellen. It was the term that gave it away eh?” She nodded mystically. - “Gave what away, Jason?” Damn, she was teasing him into this confession. Every expression in her look showed she was enjoying this. A mild struggle, that he found exciting. He looked at her, curious to see how she’d respond. - “I happen to find one-legged women extremely sexy, Ellen. It’s an attraction I’ve had all my life. Maybe it’s weird, but I have it. And it’s not to deny you’re a very thrilling woman as you are. For me though, you’re simply even more attractive with one leg than you’d be with two.” His steel blue eyes now eagerly awaited her reaction. It had come out pretty easily, Jason found. With the proper nuance. He didn’t want to make it sound as if it was some sort of fetish obsession. Ever since yesterday he had thought about how to tell this to her. And this was more or less how he had figured to confess. Jason observed her face. Ellen sat there, opposite him. Her feelings a mix of confirmation and excitement. - “That was a brave thing to say to someone you met just a day ago.” She instantly hated that therapeutic response. He didn’t take it badly, though. - “You look like a girl who can take it. Wouldn’t have told you otherwise maybe. I think I could sense you’d already be familiar with it.” Ellen nodded with a smile. She wasn’t familiar, but she knew. And he sensed pretty well, she found. - “I’ve heard of it yes. And I can take it.” - “Surprized?” The look in his eyes seemed to mainly express curiosity. That surprized her a little. He didn’t seem to find it much of a problem. On the internet quite a few people with the same attraction had shown to find it a real burden, she remembered. - “Maybe not. I just put a few pieces together.” - “And you’re damn good at it,” Jason grinned. She rolled her eyes. - “It’s what I’m supposed to be good at, Mister Lewis. Behavioral psychology major, remember?” Jason nodded, then resumed. - “You don’t seem shocked, Miss Sanders. Perhaps I wasn’t expecting you to be, but still...” Ellen loved the way he called her “Miss Sanders”. He made it sound gently provocative. She beamed, her hand trailed over his. - “Nah, I’m not easily shocked, don’t worry. Maybe I even find it exciting, I don’t know yet, really. I had read about it before, so I knew it existed. I never gave it more thought than finding it intriguing. As a distant thing. Abstract. But now I’m talking to someone who ‘has it’, so to say.” She giggled after that last part. Jason liked that “has it”. Ellen continued. - “I think I’ve grown over finding it a problem, having lost my leg. But it has really never been a thrill for me, you know.” She glanced up. - “So, to be honest, Mister Lewis. It’s weird. But not unpleasantly so. I appreciate your honesty too.” Her expression changed from reflective to somewhat defiant. - “And while I’ve never really looked at it that way, it does flatter me to realize you find my amputation sexy.” The last part made her chuckle. Jason winked. - “Although you never really saw it...,” she added with a coy grin. - “I haven’t no. But who knows...” - “Yes, who knows...” Jason’s expectant smile contained relief too. Even when he had felt pretty sure she wouldn’t be taking it too badly, there was always a risk that she would. Seeing his confession wreck the atmosphere of obvious mutual interest would have been a real shame. And that was putting it mildly. Yesterday’s flirting had turned into becoming pretty attracted. And Ellen’s insinuations were only adding to that. He watched her, the look in her eyes revealing she was considering, pondering something. She noticed him looking, smiled, and made a decision. Then she stood up. - “You know, Jason. In one of my stories I wrote about Birgit doing something...” - “Oh?,” he smiled. “You’re making a man curious.” - “I think I am yes...” She smiled, lifting her eyebrows. Jason observed her, with some surprise, his heart pounding. She moved over to his side of the table, leaned against the corner and started fiddling with the zipper of her pants. - “I don’t usually do things that Birgit does,” she whispered. “Not at first time dinners anyway. But I’m feeling I want to make an...exception.” - “Hmm, I’m starting to love that word,” Jason chuckled. Ellen smiled back, and with a slight touch of seduction she slowly unzipped, then let her thumbs sneak behind the waistband. She observed his faster breathing as the brown leather slid down over her skin and panties, revealing the lower of her hips. - “Tell me what you think then,” she whispered. Blood started pumping into his cock. With the tip of her thumb brushing over its contour, her stump exposed before his eyes, dangling lightly as it sprung free. She contracted the muscles, staring down at his mesmerized look. His excitement was silently obvious. - “It’s every bit as exciting as I imagined, Ellen,” he spoke after almost a minute. - “It’s touchable,” she smiled in slow response. She lifted her stump, resting a hand on the table for balance. His hand reached out almost reluctantly. The fingertips exploring caused a gentle tickle, more intense when they raked over the long straight scar at the end. - “You’re touching it as if it’s your first...,” Ellen spoke softly. - “It is, Ellen. And it’s beautiful.” - “I’m glad you like it. Feels weird to see you like it, but it’s too obvious to remain unnoticed.” Ellen giggled softly, her eyes noticeably moving over his crotch that was unable to hide splendid arousal. Jason noticed her glance. - “I told you, didn’t I!?” - “I guess I had to see to believe,” Ellen teased. She sat down on the table then, moving her leg onto his chair. - “You know, Jason. In that story, Birgit continues by letting someone take her pants off...” Her toes wiggled, her smile became defiant. It wasn’t hard for Jason to get the hint, and he started to slide her leather pants down her slender leg. It dropped to the floor with slow ease. The palm of his hand moved up over the now bare skin of her one leg, Jason looking up at her. - “I get this feeling I need to soon read more about Birgit’s adventures, Ellen. What err... what happens next then, in this... intriguing story?” Ellen hummed in pretended thought. She nibbled her finger. - “Let me think... it’s been a while since I wrote it, you know.” Jason’s eyes gave her a smiling “yeah, sure”. Then he noted another twinkle. - “Just to refresh my memory, maybe you could fetch me the story?” Ellen grinned. He was already standing up. - “Oh sure, tell me which one it is?” - “It’s the one on the left in that row below, called “Revelations”.” She couldn’t hide a giggle of pleasure as she watched him frantically search for the story. After some searching, he came up with the right one and walked back to the table, sitting down again. - “It’s around page four,” she guided him, watching him browse through the story. - “Hmm, interesting writing, Ellen... Very interesting.” She smiled, excited too. Seeing him read about something they were partly performing at the same time created a weird sense of thrill. - “...”Slowly and seductively, she took off her sweater, revealing her ample breasts...”,” Jason read out. - “No! That’s page six, you moved too far!,” Ellen laughed. - “Um, wouldn’t mind being there, though,” he winked in response. - “I bet you wouldn’t!,” giggled Ellen. She slid off the table, rather suddenly. - “Let’s go sit more comfortable.” He nodded and got up as well, his eyes following Ellen as she hopped toward the couch in the other corner. - “What about the book?” he asked teasingly. - “Oh, I know the book,” she grinned, winking. He walked over and sat down next to her. Ellen leaned into him, sliding her leg over his. They looked at each other. His face turned serious. Ellen’s already was. Tension was mounting now, triggered by all their teasing earlier, built up further by the distinctly erotic exploration. Rapidly. Monoped Muse Ch. 02 Eyes looked into eyes, the need to blink suddenly absent. Ellen leaned over slowly as the urge to kiss drew her to his mouth. He kissed with soft insisting. Their tongues explored and intertwined. Gentle breathing as a long kiss deepened, secluding them from everything around them. For a second, Jason looked at her closed eyes as they kissed. Her lashes fluttered lightly. To him, this was not only the response to a now lightning mutual attraction. It also sealed Ellen’s acceptance of his special fascination for her. He felt their kiss come to a reluctant end and looked at her eyes opening. She smiled sweetly. So did he. - “I like this one even better than the first, on the doorstep,” he whispered. She fluttered her eyelashes in agreement, brushing her lips against his. - “Yeah, so do I, Mister Lewis. You want another one?” He nodded slowly. Ellen moved an arm around his neck. His masculine scents caused a slight tremble as she inhaled his nearness. The tips of her fingers trailed slowly over the stubble of his jaw. She moved toward his lips, looking deep into his eyes. Feeling Jason pull her closer by her waist, she pushed her breasts against his chest, sensuously. And slowly felt herself slide into another kiss. His hands moved over her sweater as they kissed, up to her hair, then down along her spine again, trailing over the upper of her buttocks. Pleasantly hungry, like his lips. Ellen squirmed in enjoyment. Hers ran through his hair, his neck, over his shoulders and down over his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as her fingers sneaked in to feel his skin. The deep kiss turned to soft, small kisses. He looked into her stare when his hands moved under her sweater. The corners of her mouth twitched as Ellen arched her back in subtle consent. - “Hmm, you have good hands, Mister Lewis...” He smiled and moved up with gentle determination, unclasping her bra, loosening it, never taking his eyes off hers. Ellen felt a soft “hmm” escape that made her push her breasts forward. Wordlessly staring into his eyes, she reached for his exploring hands, guiding them to her breasts. - “Page six?,” he winked at her. She giggled softly, enjoying their humorous intimacy. His hands were strong, masculine, good. Jason let them explore. Her breasts were so soft to touch. Smoothly, they moulded under his gently kneading hands, filling them with their ample roundness. He fondled sensuously and looked into her eyes. - “What happens at page seven then, Miss Sanders?” She placed a finger on his lips. - “We haven’t finished page six yet, have we?” With a seductive twinkle in her eyes, she took hold of her sweater and pulled it over her head. It made her hair crackle. The sweater and bra dropped carelessly from a hand that then moved to his shirt. Her eyebrow lifted in response as she saw him rather shamelessly look at her tits. Ellen felt her naked nipples tighten. Agile fingers unbuttoned his shirt, opening it with a swift tug. A soft groan as her flat hands moved over the furry curve of his hairy chest. Another, louder, as she felt him grab into her tits. - “Argh.” Ellen shivered, grinding her bosom into his hungry hands. Jason grabbed firmer in response. - “Was any of this on page seven?” whispered Jason as his hands clenched into the thrilling softness. Ellen squirmed harder. - “Hmm, yes, I believe there was.” Jason winked, raking his fingernails over her areola, teasing her nipples into further hardness. She hissed in instant response. - “Oh, you make me feel naughty, Jason.” He grinned subtly, tugging her nipples now. - “And you seemed such a decent girl when I met you by that coffee machine yesterday, Ellen.” - “Hmm, I was then. But it can be hard to always be decent.” Ellen swung her chest, making her breasts jiggle as Jason tugged. She looked down, watching her nipples being pinched between his fingers. - “Argh, yes, this is naughty, hmmm.” He tugged harder. - “As naughty as Miss Sundholm, Ellen?” She fidgeted, grunted. - “Misses Sundholm, argh, she’s married, Jason. You didn’t read the first page eh?” - “No, I must admit I didn’t, Ellen. So, as naughty as Misses Sundholm then?” He tugged again, sharply now, observing the rapid rising intensity of her responses. - “Arhg fuck, yes, at least!” - “Hmm, and how naughty does she get on the next page then, Ellen?” Ellen pressed her tits hard into his hands, grinding them with a lack of shame that was both sudden and surprising. Her tongue licked wetly over her own lips, expressing a hunger that seemed the unusual product of two realities. - “She err... she unbuckles his jeans, Jason. Unzips him. Then yanks the whole lot down. Eager to see, to feel, to smell his cock...” Jason moaned as he felt her hands start to do exactly what her words just said. He felt the button of his jeans flip open, the zipper tearing open with a hasty tug. She moved away for a moment to yank his jeans down, taking his boxers along. His thick swollen hardness popped free. Jason watched Ellen as she arched with agility, pushing her tits up against his throbbing hard on, then over his belly and chest, licking wetly as her mouth reached his again. She stared into his eyes, both hers and his starting to fill with a glaze of horniness. - “There’s more on page eight, you know,” she whispered, guiding his hands to her panties and wiggling her butt. No more words needed. Jason reached and tugged them over the round curve of her buttocks, pulling them down fast. Ellen kicked them off her leg, onto the floor. He watched her body, provocatively naked. Ellen was resting on her hands and her one leg, her tits dangling before his eyes as her hips undulated, pushing her cunt up and down, dangerously close to the throbbing of his cock. - “Any more on page eight, Miss Sanders?” he hissed with excitement. She nodded and licked her lips again, her mouth half opened. - “There is yes, Mister Lewis. But it moves onto page nine.” - “I see...” She licked her lips once more, then threw herself forward, down. - “And onto ten...,” she gasped. The gyrating of her hips was short; her opening found him soon enough. She let her tits shake as she bucked suddenly, thrusting herself onto his rod as soon as she felt she was positioned. - “Argh, Ellen.” He felt her cunt bang onto him, gripping his stiffness with her walls. Ellen grinned seductively, clenching hard to fuck his cock with iron tightness. It almost made him instantly come. And she knew it. - “I told you she was naughty, Jason.” Jason gasped into her face, trying hard to control the dangerous proximity of going over the limit. - “Never totally you, and never totally not you eh? You lied to me, Miss Sanders..., argh.” Ellen winked, contracting her muscles again, her hips screwing down onto his unbelievable erection. - “I’d say there are... exceptions, Jason.” He grinned, happy to feel the pressure relief. But it was only shortly. Another lusty undulation of her hips. Her tight grip became unbearable. - “Hmm, you’re a big boy, Jason.” - “Argh, you’re making things hard for big boy, Ellen.” Ellen grinned, clenching again, harder, faster. - “I am eh? Poor Jason.” Her pace speeded up fast now. His eyes became big, his breathing uncontrolled. With tight gripping lust she fucked herself onto his painfully struggling hardness, observing him as she bucked down. Faster, faster. She saw him close his eyes, his face grimacing in a final attempt for control. Another clench. Hard. A wince in response. His head shook. A shuddering tensing followed, then a grunt, a gasp, a moan. A low howling moan. Of sexual defeat. Ellen squealed with pleasure as he filled her with his passion. In the Friday evening darkness, a distant clock struck ten. ### to continue in Monoped Muse - Ch III: Kind of Blue Monoped Muse Ch. 03 III. Kind of Blue Behind closed curtains, the rain pattered against the window. A dim light shone from one small lamp on the bookcase. Scattered clothes the silent signs of previous undressing. A sultry John Coltrane tenor-sax sounded from the speakers; “Kind of Blue” was the favourite CD. It was close to three thirty in the morning. And Jason’s room was permeated with the scent of sex. Her back arched in a sharp reflex, throwing her bouncing breasts forward. Clenching hands sought to support the tilting of her hips. She looked down, her breathing ragged as she watched him squirm underneath her on the floor. His eyes closed, his head shaking wild, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. The sudden grunt thrust out deep from her throat. God, he was so hard inside her. Oozing wetness smoothened the passionate bucks with which she banged herself onto his throbbing cock. Raw, guttural sounds escaped in thoughtless response. Her mouth hung open as she rested on her hands, squishing her hungry wetness around his frantically fucking manhood. She felt his pace increase more, even more. His lust turned to savage. Primary growls exclaimed, enhancing the impact of every deep thrust into her quivering wetness. Her heart beat over with the intensity of his hungry bucking. His cock screwed on the verge of pain, but she just didn’t care. Her hips pushed down into his thrusts, had to push down. Gasping for air, she plunged onto his rock hard swollen manhood, her body seeking his stallion hunger. She felt her sensitive breasts being grabbed, hard. Her nipples brushed against the palms of his hands, hurting with pain from their tightness. A loud groan. Ellen pushed into his grabbing, so uninhibited that her moulded tits made her feel sluttish. She trembled with arousal, trying to catch her breath, with every slamming penetration, with every knead into her glowing tits cutting it off again. Deep inside her, the throbbing swelling became even harder. Ellen gyrated her hips, pressing her clit against his thrusting pubic bone. His hotness was heavenly unbearable. Horniness mounted into stinging urges to lust for each other. - “Hmm, I can smell your cunt, Ellen. You smell so hot.” She squirmed hard from his shameless words. - “Ugh..., deeper, Jason.” A sudden thrust. A gasp. Her hips bucking down. - “Argh. Fuck, Miss Sanders. You drive me wild.” She grunted, impaling herself with primary hunger. - “Ugh…what a great idea Jason, to offer me that ride…” She shivered at her own innuendo, images from the days before returning. The first look into his eyes. Her sitting in his car. How he looked at her when she proposed a date. Dinner together yesterday. Her seduction. In the background, “So What” swung into its undulating beat by Jimmy Cobb drums as her thoughts continued… Long kissing on the couch, that gloriously intense first fuck. Short, but so damn hot. The whole night that followed, into the day. The look in their eyes when he had to leave for his Saturday job, the promise they had made to see each other again tonight. Tonight. With that same hunger erupting again. His invitation to dance. Slowly swaying surrender. Hands touching without any shame. And it felt so natural. Their mutual lack of inhibition was remarkable for two people who had met a mere two days ago. Ellen had never before stripped off her pants in front of a guy she just met. Yet, she had done just that yesterday, guided by a daring fantasy she had once written down. In a way, having run into Jason still felt like a fantasy, a trance. She had always been a brave girl, coping so well with her fate, making others proud of her. But there had always been something missing in her life. Rationally, she knew how to handle anyone who would turn her down. But deep inside her, there was a craving for real acceptance by someone she liked. A silent urge to share the talents of her person, the erotic richness of her fantasies. She wrote them down, and posted them on web sites. And that was fun, alright. But it was not the real thing either, and she knew it. And then suddenly, a guy fetching coffee on a Thursday afternoon had changed that. Remarkably so. In a way, they had both connected fantasy and reality together. And it was exactly what was causing this gush of lust, so impossible to staunch. From the speakers, ‘Cannonball’ Adderly squealed his alto-sax into the rippling rhythm of “So What”. D to E-flat, for eight bars, then back to D. Sexy music. Ellen looked down at Jason’s face. - “Hmm, yeah. The first time I saw you I wanted to give you a ride,” Jason hissed. He grimaced from the sudden sharp clench responding to his words. Ellen looked down between her own thighs, resting on her tensed arms. - “Ugh, I’m watching you fuck me, Jason. It’s hot.” Ellen shivered again from her own language. And it was carnally clear it was thrilling Jason out of his mind. She grunted in a hoarse burst, clenching her walls tight around his deep penetrating hard on. - “Argh, Jesus... you’re good, Miss Sanders.” Ellen threw her head into her neck, feeling her hair stick to her sweaty cheeks and forehead. As she did, he rammed deep into her. All of a sudden. - “Ugh!” And again. - “Ugh!... Aw, I think I like you, Jason.” She arched her back, throwing her breasts into his face. He lapped with hunger, licking over her tight hard nipples first, then clacking his teeth and biting into them. Hard. - “Ah, fuck that hurts, Jason. But it’s horny. Again, please… bite my tits.” She winced with pain but shivered with lust at the same time as she felt him oblige, his teeth driving deep into her painfully sensitive nipples. - “Argh!” Her grunts were becoming reflexive bursts from out her throat. Not only from his biting. Resting on her arms and on her one leg was straining her as well. But she ignored it, too driven to impale herself on his carnal greed. She was so wet she could feel her juices trickle out of her. - “Can I cum, Ellen? I want to. I want to so much. And God I have to...soon Ellen. Ah.” She banged down with raw passion, her head shaking wild. With lust, with strain. - “Oh, fill me, yes, yes... come inside me, Jason.” His growls resounded in the room, his thrusts became self-oriented, seeking his orgasm. Ellen knew the feeling all too well and watched him pump his cock over the verge, clenching into his increasing swelling. - “Ugh...pump, Jason. Fill me, fuck me till you come...ugh.” Another raw grunt. Ellen stunned at her own words. But there was no time to reflect. She felt her sharp arousal mount fast as he fucked his panting body over the limit. Her hips pushed down with full force, screwing her clit hard against his lust loaded body, synchronizing with his near climax. The almost sad “Blue in Green” took off with jazzy syncopating Bill Evans piano chords. The Miles Davis trumpet joined in, in plaintive, restrained crescendo, the last note a groaning vibrato as it climaxed, resounding through the room with metallic tension. Jason’s explosion felt just like that. The way he held his breath, the rising of his moan. Then the violent sudden spurting of his cum, his raw hoarse groan, the staggering intensity of the way he whirled into his orgasm. She felt her cunt contract hard, on the verge of pain as convulsions took control of her body. The thrill of him spewing cum into her oozing orgasm drove her wild. - “Ugh, ugh...Jason, I can feel you shoot. Oh, it’s so hot. Can you feel me convulse? Ugh... I’m coming with you. Hmm.” She shuddered on top of his sweating body, shaking all over. Undergoing their mutual explosion in a trembling trance of lust-filled passion. Out of her mind with arousal, she moved a hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit fast as she felt his cock pulse inside her. The effect was instant. Ellen propelled into an immediate second orgasm. Her voice turned hoarse and trembling. - “Argh, Jason. I’m … again, ah, ah…fuck…hmmm.” The long moan induced an even tighter clench, changing to rapid convulsions as another orgasm peaked, almost violently now. Fast and sharp, the unstoppable gush swamped into her. - “Ahh, ahh, Jesus, Ugh!” Her face winced, spasms flashed, her lower lip trembled out of control. Faltering gasps for breath and raw pouring grunts made her collapse on top of Jason. Their bodies clashed, exhausted but with lust still erupting. Ellen felt his cock split into her shuddering climax. She pressed tight against him, seeking to control her breathing. Panting, low growls in her ear. Her sensitive breasts pressing hard against his chest. The room was filled with the penetrating fragrance of their lust-scents as they remained silently entangled for minutes. When he opened his eyes again, it was as if awakening from a trance. Ellen observed him with, her face with an almost shy expression. Her hair was sticky, her cheeks glowed. - “Welcome back,” she whispered with a husky voice. She kissed his dry lips with a moving sensuality. - “Hmm, it’s good to be back,” he whispered. - “It wasn’t all that bad to be away either.” she replied with soft voice, nuzzling him. - “Yeah, I agree. You’re a pretty damn hot woman, Ellen.” She beamed. - “You’re not so bad yourself, Mister Lewis.” He pulled her warm body close against his, inhaling the scents that hours of passion had left behind. For minutes, they pressed tight into each other, thoughts wandering off to the fresh recollections of the breathtaking evening they had spent together. The endless dance in the middle of his room. Long lingering kisses. Hands touching everywhere as whispered words sought to excite. Greedy undressing as the urge to be naked became too strong. Skin to skin, inviting grinding as they embraced, pressed closer, slowly building up what was inevitably to erupt. Ellen’s continuing surprise at the intensity of the way he found her special. Pushed to an erotic thrill as she had shifted a little while they danced on, rubbing her amputated leg against his warm glowing erection. The staggering effect of almost instant orgasm, squirting all over her sensuously massaging stump. Her excited smile of realizing that a missing leg had become a sexual weapon. In the background, “Flamenco Sketches” moved into the jazzy halting Dave Brown bass solo, with Bill Evans piano chords twinkling through the gentle gypsy rhythm. She nuzzled, holding him tight, their heaving more calm now. Finally. Ellen inhaled the manly smell of his arm pits close by. Her fingertips trailed over the skin of his back, trickling down along his spine. Jason then rolled her over gently. Their eyes met, leaving voices without words. Two exhausted bodies on the carpet. A touching glance shone from silent staring eyes. The outburst of sexual passion had been so intense that it had left them almost sad. In the background, a squirming Miles Davis trumpet faded slowly. “Kind of Blue” rippled to a quiet end. ### [to be continued...]