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I was an only child. Dad was an attorney for one of those multi-name places, something like Smith, Smith, and Jones. Never quite knew what he really did, that is what an attorney does, I just knew he left in the morning and usually was home for dinner. Weekends he played golf, went fishing, things like that. Never with Mom. They seemed to have very separate lives.

Mom didn’t work, not sure if it was all her choice or not. She cleaned and took care of the house. As a child, I didn’t understand that it was a ‘nice’ house, I always thought everyone lived in a house like ours. Doesn’t every family with 3 people live in a house with 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, pool, and 3 car garage? Mom didn’t just ‘clean’ the house once a week. No, she had a schedule. Vacuum every day at 9:30, dust at 1:00, do the laundry at 3:00, iron as soon as the clothes came out of the dryer, everything in the refrigerator neatly lined up, all cans in the pantry with the labels facing forward. You get the idea. Let’s just say she had some ‘issues’, some would say ‘compulsive’, but that didn’t really very come close.

Growing up I was not allowed to have friends come over and I never got to spend the night at their house. Maybe ‘friends’ is stretching the truth a little, actually I got to play with the girl across the street some, maybe a twice a week. I had to stay home and read, practice the piano, study, no team sports, and of course clean my room. I was not a ‘smart’ student, but with effort, I got my share of A’s, but mostly B’s, a few C’s. Anything less and I was in deep ‘do do’. Quaint phrase ‘do do’. I got into a lot of trouble if I ever said anything as foul as ‘darn’ and ‘damn’ was strictly forbidden. I said ‘shit’ once, and only once. Boy was my bottom red after that slip of the tongue.

Mom and Dad slept in separate bedrooms, rarely touched or kissed, at least in front of me or others, probably even when they were alone. I even wondered at times if they had even seen each other undressed. I had seen pictures of Mom when she was a teenager and she was a knock out, long brown hair, great face, slim, long legs, you know – stunning. I could tell why Dad fell for her. Looking at her now though, quite a change. Probably near 300 pounds, butch hair cut, dangling skin under the arms. Almost felt sorry for Dad at times.

While not religious when they met or even when they married, Mom became a deeply religious person and went to church several times a week. Dad wasn’t at all religious, ever, and I guess that, plus her appearance, had a lot to do with the separate bedrooms. Her standard answer for why I couldn’t do something was “the Lord wouldn’t like that.” Once when she caught me touching myself, I must have been about 12, she spanked me harder than she had ever spanked me and told me that “I would go straight to hell.” That put the fear of God in me. When I was 14 and had given into the temptation to touch myself for the first time since I’d been punished before. I found what looked like blood in my white underwear, never allowed to have any pretty underwear, the next day and went crying to Mom. I was afraid it was God’s punishment for what I’d done. Mom told me that I was correct which upset me greatly, to say the least. She went on to tell me that this was God’s gift to women so their husbands would leave them alone for a week a month. Let’s just say my head was all messed up after that when it came to anything about sex.

Boyfriends? HA! My first one was in my junior year of high school. Mom always told me that boys were nasty and wanted to hurt me with their penis. I didn’t think she would lie to me and I believed her. I walked to school, maybe a mile, usually a nice time to be alone with my thoughts. Johnny was new to the neighborhood and we happened to walk along the same street, about the same time. We would talk about homework. He didn’t seem to be ‘nasty’. I didn’t ever tell Mom about walking with him, seemed better that way. It all started slowly, one day he held my hand, another he put his hand around my waist. It all fell nice, like things I’d read in books, things I’d assumed I would do one day. Surely not something Mom and Dad ever did though.

One afternoon we detoured through a park between school and home, sat on a bench, talked about nothing much, held hands. He leaned over and kissed me. I kissed back. If someone had seen us, it probably would have been obvious that we didn’t know anything about kissing. Our kiss was mostly just lips against lips, more of a peck. I knew that if he put his tongue in my mouth I would have a baby and I didn’t want that. Something I’d learned from my Mom. Anyway, his tongue in my mouth, yuck, dirty.

Johnny pulled a magazine out of his back pack. “Karen. Look what I found in my Dad’s bedroom.”

On the cover was a naked man and woman kissing. It was the first time I’d ever seen such a thing. I didn’t know if I should run away and tell Mom, but something made me want to look inside. I took it from Johnny and flipped though the pages. Page after page of pictures of women and men showing their naked bodies, I mean everything, and sometimes they were even ‘doing it’ too, right there in the pictures actually ‘doing it’.

I stared at a picture of a man with what I thought must be a huge penis sticking straight out. I didn’t know they did that and I surely didn’t know how big they were, or if it was really ‘big’. Of course my Mom would have never told me about such things and I sure had never seen my Dad undressed. For all I knew, he didn’t even have a penis. These men were touching themselves, some had women touching it too.

“Does yours get like that?” I asked.

“Yup.” He took my hand and put it over his pants. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but assumed it was like in the picture. He unzipped his pants and pulled it out.

“Put it back! Someone will see us.”

He pulled on my hand, trying to get me to touch it. I screamed, got up and ran all the way home. Didn’t tell Mom, but that was the last time I was alone with Johnny.

The summer before my senior year, I spent everyday at the library reading college catalogs, dreaming of big buildings, grassy quadrangles, living in a dorm, and learning all kinds of new things in my classes. Had no ideas about what other things I might learn about. So naive. I just knew that I wanted to be away from home, that there was a bigger world out there waiting for me. Good old Mom of course would remind me of how evil boys were and how I’d have to shower naked in front of other girls. I just tried to ignore her. Thinking about being around other naked girls didn’t seem to upset me at all.

It was a toss up between UC Berkeley and Tulane in New Orleans. I flipped a coin and chose Tulane. Both were big and and full of more freedom than I was probably ready for, I just knew I was ready.

I was surprised when my Dad offered to teach me to drive during my senior year. On Sundays, he and I would go on long drives while Mom was at church. I was a careful, cautious, safe driver. Of course, after growing up in a ‘don’t take chances kid of home’, what else would you expect?. After a few months I even got my real drivers license. Dad bought me a used car and I had my first taste of freedom, well kind of, since I was not allowed to be out after dark.

A few weeks following my high school graduation, Dad came home with dreadful news. He had been laid off. While he was confident that he could quickly find another job, maybe even go into practice by himself for a while, Mom and Dad were concerned about money. They asked me to go to the community college for now, maybe for 2 years. I was so deflated, so depressed. Two more stupid years of living at home. After I started my first year, he did find a new job, I guess even better it seemed. But noooo, they made me stay on at the community college for the whole 2 years. God did those 2 years drag by. I kept the admission office at Tulane up to date with my status so I could start there in my junior year.

Late August was hot and steamy as I packed my car with a few things and headed off for New Orleans. Hello world, here I come. Free at last, thank God almighty free at last!

Dorm life was impossible in a different kind of way from living with my parents. I was stuffed into a room, kind of big, with 3 other girls, one junior, one freshman, and one sophomore and 2 bunk beds. The last thing they wanted to do was study. Mostly non-stop talk about boys, sex, drinking, and what to me was just senseless talk. They all had really foul mouths, ‘fuck this’, ‘fuck that’. Rarely a sentence without a few unnecessary ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ sprinkled in. In a blink of an eye, Mom would’ve had a bar of Lifebuoy soap in each mouth.

One afternoon I came back after a class to find Janet with her boyfriend Rob on top of her, having sex, like bunnies, whatever that was like, just an expression I’d read once. I shut the door, not hard though, thinking that might stop them, it didn’t. I sat on my bed and watched. This was the first time I’d ever actually seen someone having any kind of sex, other than the pictures in Johnny’s magazine for a few minutes. They didn’t seem to mind or even know I was watching. Not knowing I was there seemed far fetched to me. I even moved around on my bed for a better view. They kept on ‘doing it’. She was saying things to him like “slide your cock in my pussy” and “love it when your balls slap against my ass”. Rob would tell her “love your wet pussy” and “you’re so tight around my cock”. I could never in a million years imagine my parents ever doing anything like this, specially saying things like that. I almost broke out laughing at the thought of Mom even whispering the word ‘cock’ and having sex at the same time. I was really fascinated with the action in front of me.

Don’t know why, I’d only touched myself a few times before, but I found my fingers touching inside my underwear, rubbing up and down, as his penis, his cock, moved in and out of her vagina, her pussy. I kept correcting the words in my mind as I thought them. The more I watched, the more I listened to them talk, the more I liked the feeling of touching myself. It felt good, but I didn’t know what happened if I did it ‘too long’. I had never even done it ‘long’ either. I didn’t even mind hearing those words. ‘Sexy words’ I thought to myself. I repeated them to myself. ‘wet pussy’, ‘beautiful cunt’, ‘ass’, ‘tit’.

Rob stopped, moved between his face between her legs, and began kissing her vagina, no her ‘pussy’, yes her ‘wet pussy’, her ‘very wet pussy’. How does she get wet? Do guys really do that? I guess so, at least he was kissing her ‘down there’. What does it taste like? I pulled a finger from between my legs and sucked it. Not bad. Not bad at all. Do all girls, no, do all women taste the same?

“Kiss my clit. Oh YES like that. … Oh I’m about to cum. Finger fuck me harder. Ahh.” she went on and on then she stiffened her body for a moment, then went limp. “Baby, that was a great orgasm you just gave me. Almost as good as Jill does.”

Orgasm? What’s that? I was very lacking in my knowledge about sex, probably pretty obvious. What was this about Jill? She was one of the roommates. Do girls have sex with each other too? How? My curiosity was surely peaked now.

I was still fingering myself when they sat up.

“Oh Karen. Sorry. Been there long?”

“A while. Hope you don’t mind me watching. Kind of enjoyed watching both of you do that.” ‘do that’ I thought, guess that’s not the right way to say it. Guess ‘fucking’ is more correct.

“Catch you later Janet.” Rob closed the door behind him.

“Didn’t know you like stuff like that?”

“Guess I didn’t know either.”

“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself now.” Janet said.

I shrugged my shoulders not really understanding.

“Fingering your pussy. Do you do that often?”

“Not really. Felt nice while I was watching.”

“Fuck yeah! I love to frig myself. Surprised you hadn’t heard me before I go to sleep.”

“Frig?”

“You know … masturbate, finger fuck, banging the beaver, diving for pearls, petting your kitty. What you’re doing now.”

“You do it every night?” She had the top bunk above me. Of course I didn’t know what those moans had been about. I just thought she was dreaming.

“At least once! Sometimes even in class when I get bored. Sometimes I let a guy watch me, but not touch me.”

“Can I ask you something? Might be kind of personal.”

“Sure. Fire away.”

“What does it feel like? You know, to have someone kiss you down there?”

“To eat me? Love that the most, but girls do it to girls the best. What me to show you?”

“I guess … if you don’t mind.” Every time she opened her mouth, I’d hear something new, something I’d never even thought of doing. We’d never talked much and now I was getting the education of a lifetime.

“Oh Karen. You crack me up sometimes.” She actually slapped her bottom. I thought that just happened in old western movies. “I’d love to eat your pussy.”

Janet sat between my legs and pulled my underwear, my ‘panties’, must remember to use these new wicked words, and laid her head on my thigh, as she began to touch me. I could feel her finger lightly touch me in different places, it felt nice. Real nice.

“Just relax and let me do everything.” she whispered. “Let me touch your pussy … do you feel my fingers slide between the sweet folds of skin, inside you, … over your clit, …” She took her time, talking to me about what she was doing, using all ‘those’ words, pleasing me like I’d never been pleased. Hell, she was going where not even I’d gone before. I didn’t care what Mom had told me, this was better than any other feeling I’d ever had before. Even though Janet only touched me around my pussy, there were nice feelings happening all over my body. I looked down and my nipples were sticking up, not just little soft beads of flesh on my breasts like they usually were. I reached down and touched them, it felt ‘wonderful’.

Janet pressed a finger deeper into me. “Virgin?”

“Afraid so.” I said sadly.

“We can fix that if you want?”

“Really? Not with a guy though.”

She laughed, got up, and took something from the night stand by the bed. “Fuck no. Guys are not good at this!” She held up something that looked like a penis, sorry a ‘cock’. “No sperm in this guy.”

“Good. Rip that hymen apart now. Make me a woman!”

Janet ran her tongue over the end of it getting it all slobbery, then pressed it against the opening in my pussy, spreading me wide open.

“Will it fit?”

“Just relax and spread your legs real wide.”

I did and tried to enjoy the sensations as it began to slide inside me. “Feels nice.”

“It may hurt a bit when it pops your cherry, at least it did for me, but that only happens once.”

The end of the rubber cock was inside me and she moved it in and out a little for a while. “Really feels nice now.”

“It’s getting it all coated with your pussy juices.”

“I like it when you say things like that. You know, ‘pussy’.

She leaned forward and kissed the folds of skin on my pussy, around the cock, and on my clit. There were interesting feelings flowing through my body now, much more intense than before. Without warning, she shoved the cock all the way inside me. A burning sensation filled my pussy. I gasped, almost screamed, but resisted. I didn’t want to be heard out in the hallway. She pulled the cock out and laid it on the bed, then kissed my pussy gently.

“You’re doing fine. It won’t hurt again.” She resumed kissing, touching, caressing my no longer virgin pussy, making all the discomfort from losing my cherry go away. She pressed against a spot in my pussy and it felt like I might pee, ‘piss’, but the intense feelings from before changed into something even more wonderful. My body shook, my muscles tightened, I trembled, I shook some more.

“What IS that?”

“Relax and enjoy that. You’re having an orgasm. As you get used to them, they will become even more pleasurable, even intense at times.”

“Oh THAT was nice! Maybe someday, you’ll let me kiss your pussy?” What a radical turn that was, moments ago I’d never known someone would be willing to kiss me between my legs, now she had and I was offering to do it to her. What a slut I was becoming.

“Anytime baby. Anytime. Dive in now if you want.”

Over time, not very much time mind you, I became quite addicted to eating Janet’s pussy, doing so every time we were alone. And she would return the favor, helping me explore my orgasm, she said. Whoo! Now THAT’S Gods gift to woman. I still enjoyed watching Rob, her boyfriend, fuck her and they often let me watch. She offered to let him ‘do me’, but I passed on the chance. I wasn’t on the pill and didn’t want to chance getting pregnant. It was nice to know that having a tongue in my mouth wouldn’t cause pregnancy as Mom had told me. A few times I rubbed Rob’s cock with my hand and made him cum. That was nice. He, well his cock, felt good in my hand, and for some reason I enjoyed watching him shoot his load all over the place. I never quite understood why she liked to have her pussy filled with his cum, looked like such a messy thing. Maybe I would have to try it to understand it.

Next semester, Janet didn’t return. I never heard from her again, but I did eventually hear that she and Rob had run off to California, Los Angeles I think. Jill and Suzy, my other roommates, were driving me crazy. I never was able to develop any kind of friendship with either of them. They headed off to the French Quarter most every night and came back very drunk. Once they even called and begged me to come help them get back to the dorm. Too young to go in bars, they would kiss guys and give them hand jobs, to get them to go in for them, buy drinks, and bring them back out. That was one of the legendary things about the French Quarter, you could walk around with your drinks. At least I had a little quiet time to study while they were gone, otherwise I headed for the library. I guess I’d only been to the French Quarter a few times. I loved all the activity down there, but rarely went. What a wet blanket I was.

A few months into the semester, I began looking for other living arrangements, checking the campus paper, the bulletin boards on campus, even online listings. Nothing seemed right for me. That is until late one Friday morning when I found a new ad for:

‘SWF to share house with SWF, college student preferred, quiet, no boyfriends, separate bedrooms/beds if desired, lifestyle tolerant, NO pets, NO smoking, NO drugs’

The wording generated a zillion questions which flooded my head. There was a phone number, so I called. She seemed nice on the phone, never can tell until you meet someone though. She was home and asked if I could come over ‘now’. “Sure.” I said and wrote the address down. A place just off St. Charles on the river side of the street, not very far from campus.

From the car, it looked nice. A well cared for duplex, nicely painted with the trim that was a contrasting color from the walls, looked like 2 shotgun units. The story goes that they got that name because you could stand in the front door, fire a shotgun, and hit someone anywhere in the house. True or not, it is a good story.

I stood on the porch, checked my clothes, yes my zipper is closed, shirt tucked in, hair neat, then knocked on the door.

A woman on crutches, missing her left leg, wearing a light weight mid-calf dress, pushed the screened door open. “You must be Karen. I’m Brenda. Please come in.”

Her voice was enchanting, not like on the phone, and I was in her spell as soon as I heard it. She could have been an axe murderer with a bloody axe in hand, a pirate with a peg leg and eye patch, or wanted $1000 for a bedroom, I would have said ‘yes’ without further thought. I followed her into the front parlor and sat on the sofa next to her as she placed her crutches gently on the floor next to the side of the sofa.

“A surgery last year.” She patted the flat space in her skirt. “Hope you don’t mind. I don’t. You’re a student?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m a junior at Tulane. First year there. Trying to escape my roommates. Quite rowdy. Not my type.”

“I’m a pretty quiet person myself, I understand what you mean. I’m 26. And you?”

I paused for a fraction of a second, not a noticeable pause even, and looked at her. She not only had a sensual voice, but a very pleasing appearance, an almost magnetic draw pulled me emotionally towards her. Not the stunning model look like some women around town, rather a sophisticated charm, a southern elegance. Not the hard beauty saloon kind of southern look mind you, much softer, something you could fall into and never pull away from. No jewelry, not even a ring or ear rings, no piercings, no tattoos; hair with a gentle curl that hung in a broad sweep across the breadth of her shoulders; blue eyes like a cloudless sky; soft pale face without any makeup, none needed; lips and no lipstick, smooth kissable lips; long fingers without long nails, trimmed, never bitten. That one leg was shapely, pleasing, bare, sensually long, a small foot covered only in a simple loafer. Never known anyone missing a leg, but I didn’t mind. It was just part of her. I didn’t care at all. Just WANTED to be with her.

“Recently turned 21. Studying history. Not sure what I want to do, maybe work in a museum. Just don’t know. So far my grades are good.”

“I majored in English, taught for a year, wrote a book. Parents died in a plane crash. Didn’t have to work after that, so I don’t. Do some photography, travel some. Started another book, didn’t finish it. Just enjoying life. Looking for someone to share my place, maybe more.”

“Maybe more?”

“Don’t know why I said that. Not sure anyone could share some of my peculiar interests. But it would be nice if I could find someone …” she just stopped talking for a moment. “You don’t have a boyfriend do you?”

The phrase ‘peculiar interests’ caught my attention, but let it slide. I was sure it didn’t matter to me.

“No ma’am I don’t. Not seeing anyone now. I had a girlfriend last semester for a while.”

“You’re a lesbian?”

“Never thought about a label. I did enjoy the touch of my girlfriend laying against my back during the night those rare times we got to share a bed. Other roommates you know.” I lied, not much, don’t know why I did, but Jan and I only slept together all night a few times. Mostly just a wamm bamm fuck you ma’am kind of thing when we weren’t in class and the others weren’t there.

“Like the way you put that. Let me show you the place.”

We walked down the hall, all the rooms were on the left side of the hallway, each had a window in the outside wall, and a door into the hall. She was in front of me, not looking back. “The place next door is a mirror image. I have it rented to a nice older couple.” Her crutches made a peculiar sound as she walked, a step, thud, step, thud, that echoed off the hard plaster of the walls, tall ceilings, and the bare southern pine wood floors. Parlor, bedroom, bath, bedroom, dinning room, kitchen, in that order. The bath had a claw foot tub, shower head, and a curtain hanging from a oval shaped rod suspended from the ceiling. Both bedrooms had furniture in them, queen bed and small dresser, nice oriental rug, plus a closet. On the walls in each room were photographs, hers I assumed. “Not big, but it is nice, and easy to take care of. I use the dining room table for my writing, sometimes to eat, not often a big meal. You are welcome to share it for your studies. I’m asking $200 and that includes utilities. If you’re interested, you could move in now, tomorrow, or whenever you have time.”

“I’d love to share this with you! I’ve loved chatting with you this morning. Don’t have many things, no classes this afternoon. Could be back in a few hours.”

“If you have a car, parking is a challenge in these older neighborhoods. No parking permits here. Never can find a place in front of the house. Tried to get a handicapped space, couldn’t.”

“Like that on campus too. Even with permits. I’ll be fine.”

She stood in front of me for a moment, then placed her hands on the sides of my shoulders, and pulled me closer. “Welcome Karen.” She kissed my lips lightly. “This will be fun.”

It didn’t take long to throw my clothes in a suitcase, my books in a box, and carry them to my car.

As I walked up the 2 steps from the sidewalk onto the porch with my suitcase, Brenda stepped out and held the screened door open for me. “That didn’t take long. Couldn’t resist me?” she asked with a soft southern drawl that had been missing before.

“No ma’am, I couldn’t.” I gave her a little peck on the lips. Don’t know why. Just felt right.

“Cut the ma’am. It’s Brenda … or hey you.” She gave me a big smile.

I laid the suitcase on the bed in the second bedroom. “Just one box in the car. Be right back.”

She stood on the porch again, holding the screen door open as I carried the box into the house. She had a grace about her that I couldn’t stop thinking about. It was so rare, so sweet. I’d known her a few hours, more like an hour total, and now I was hooked like a fish, letting her reel me in. I didn’t fight it.

Brenda followed me into the bedroom and leaned against the door frame, both crutches laying against her chest, one on top of the other, her hands rested on the padded tops. She was watching me intently as I put the box down, back from the edge of the bed.

“You’re very easy on the eyes … you know.” Again that soft drawl.

I sat on the bed and leaned back on my hands. “You make me melt, like a hot wind blowing across my body.” Wow, that was thick, but I meant it. Some of my English literature must have spilled out of my mouth just now.

She walked from the room, a quick glance over her shoulder to see if I was following, and into her bedroom. Something about her pulled me along behind her, maybe the fishing line and hook. Stopping next to her bed, she leaned her crutches against the wall by the head of the bed, then stood, balanced on her leg, the back of her calf just touching the mattress, looking at me with those sweet blue eyes. Her tongue licked her lips like they were dry, maybe she was just preparing them for a kiss. I walked slowly towards her, my hands extending out, preparing to wrap themselves around her.

“Brenda, I wanted you the moment I first saw you, first heard your voice, like the Sirens of Homer and I had no wax for my ears.”

“Likewise my dear. I don’t know what it was, maybe more like I had always known you. I only knew that once you returned with your things, we would be together instantly.” As she spoke, she was unbuttoning her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders down over her body, her body with nothing else on it. I saw her naked for the first time; her small breasts, not huge and overwhelming her other features; her waist a little smaller than her hips; her bald mound; her short thigh along side her long leg, a beautiful contrast. As the dress landed around her foot, she asked “You like?”

I didn’t answer, rather I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her lovely lips, sliding my hands somewhat quickly over her, touching her everywhere at once, cupping the end of her stump and squeezing it, fingers dragging through her slightly damp, on it’s way to being wet, pussy, across her breasts, her nipples, and finally resting on the side of her face as I continued to kiss her. “Brenda, …” I kissed her again. “… I wouldn’t change a single thing. Nothing at all. You’re perfect.”

My fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans, I stopped and pulled my t-shirt over my head, tried again to unbutton my jeans, this time succeeding, pushed them and my panties down over my feet in a single motion. My mound was trimmed, something I’d started doing for Jan, well for me too. I stood for a moment letting her gaze at my body, hoping she would like it as much as I did hers. I sat next to Brenda, then we laid down next to each other. The ceiling fan blew a cool breeze across us, but the heat from the passion I felt right now was more than the fan could cool. Small beads of perspiration lay on my body.

The quick exploration of her body as I stood in front of her moments ago was now replaced by a gentle slow paced love making session as we kissed and touched each other over our whole bodies. We took turns nibbling, licking, sucking each others private parts, the clit, the labia, inserting fingers, singly, multiplies. Sometimes we would treat and taste each other one at a time, sometimes together at the same time. It was a feast that I would never be filled from. Her orgasms were delicious, so tender and quiet at times, wild and loud at others. It almost surprised me when she talked about ‘how good my cunt, my pussy, tasted’, the same nasty words Jan had taught me not so long ago, words she reserved for times like now. I reveled in using those words now to talk about her as well.

Hours passed. We were lost in a wonderful place as we made love, just the 2 of us, not a care in the world, just wanting to please and be pleased.

Exhausted, not knowing I could enjoy making love so long, having never been here, to this new plateau, I laid on my side, one arm draped over her waist, fingers stroking the cheeks of her ass, nibbling on her lips lightly. “I’m in love.” I moaned into her ear.

“Me too. Such chemistry. This is so foreign. So sensational.” She nibbled back. “Nice kisses.” She laid an arm over me. We looked at each other for a while. Eventually she lifted her stump a little. “Mind?”

Such a simple question for what many would ponder with difficulty. Without a pause, understanding exactly what she was asking, I reached down and held it. “Not at all, as long as it is attached to the rest of you.”

“What a darling you are. Want to go to the Grill and get a waffle?” Of course she was referring to the famous Camellia Grill, an all counter diner known for its burgers, waffles and other faire as well.

“Love too.”

It was about 7:30 when we arrived, not much of a line which can wrap around the block sometimes, well it feels like that. Brenda wore a short skirt and shear blouse, not nearly as conservatively dressed as when I first saw her this morning. Really showed just how lovely she was. I had slipped on a skirt, not quite as short as hers, so we could be dressed similarly. Made me proud to be with her, the way everyone looked at her, tongues almost dangling from a few of the guys. As the hostess, a heavy set woman, came out to seat the next in line, she noticed Brenda on crutches and called out “You’re next!” pointing at us. A guy at the front of the line started to fuss, but the hostess gave him a look that said ‘don’t even start’ and he stepped aside so we could pass in front of him.

Soon as we sat down, someone was asking for our orders. Without even a glance at the menu, Brenda said “Coffee and 2 plain waffles.” Guess she’d been here often. I’d been here a few times last semester. Always good, always fun.

“Good choice.” I said. “Exactly what I wanted. … Ummm, rather more of what I had earlier.”

She put her hand on my thigh. “Me too.” She left it there for a while, looked around, then began sliding her hand up my bare thigh, under my skirt. The hem was riding up too.

“I don’t have anything on under this.” I whispered.

“I know.” She pulled my skirt up more until everything between my legs was visible.

Embarrassed, I looked to see if anyone could see. The counter snaked through the dinner. A man nearby smiled as I looked in his direction. Looking from his eyes to my waist, I saw what he could see. Everything.

Brenda leaned close to my ear. “Isn’t it exciting to know a stranger can see your pussy?” She gave my ear a sloppy kiss and licked the wetness off. “It’s turning me on too sweetheart. Are you dripping wet? Just the thought of you exposed to him has me on fire.”

“We’ll get in trouble.”

“Don’t worry. He sure won’t complain and he’s the only one that can see you right now. Bet he’s about to cream in his pants. What’d you think?”

I looked again and sure enough, he was probably the only one that could see. One hand was on the counter, the other in his lap. I knew my whole crotch was visible to him and I could feel Brenda’s hand as it first touched my pussy, then spread my lips apart, letting him see the pink skin inside me. I jerked a little as she touched my clit, the expression on my face showed. The man’s hand clinched tight in a fist and lightly hit the counter. His mouth moved, no sound was made, but it looked as though he said ‘thanks’. The hand that had been in his lap appeared, lifted the fork, and took the last bite of his waffle. Then he left, leaving a twenty on the counter.

Brenda pulled my skirt down, maybe not fast enough, just as our orders were put in front of us. “That was a sight. Never seen anyone leave that fast.” The waiter walked away with a big smile. “A sight for sure. My My. Whoo Weee.”

I leaned over to Brenda. “That WAS exciting. Do that often?”

“Some. Gives me a real rush.”

I reached out, rested my hand on her stump, giving it a little squeeze, and smiled at her. “Love you.” My mind flashed back the our first conversation and her ‘peculiar interests’ remark. Guess this might be that. At least one of them. ‘Interesting’ I thought to myself.

As I took the last bite, Brenda glanced over. “Save a little room for desert when we get home.”

“I’ll always have room for that.”

I slept in her bed, my first night, I knew not the last, pressed tight against her. The evening had turned cool and wet with a hard rain banging loudly on the roof most of the night. Sounded nice, but it kept waking us up. Oh damn, oh damn. Of course we had to make out for a while each time before going back to sleep. I’d never had such a loving, wonderful, companion. Jan had been more of a ‘fuckbuddy’. Brenda was a real soul mate, someone that could reach deep within me and hold me close, someone I never wanted to let go of.

For the rest of the weekend, we mostly stayed in bed, took baths together, just enjoyed each others company.

As we went to bed Sunday night, earlier than I ever used to go to bed in the dorm, I cried.

“What’s wrong dear?” She had such a nice way of addressing me, one that always made me feel loved.

“I’m having such a wonderful time with you and I don’t want to leave you long enough to go to class tomorrow, or ever. I didn’t even do my homework.”

“And the same for me. I never expected anything as nice as you. Very much homework?”

“Oh no, just some reading.”

“Go do that and I’ll wait up for you.”

Wrapped in the warmth of Brenda’s arms, her lips against mine, my legs parted, her fingers lightly teasing my pussy, parting the lips, touching my clit, my fingers touching her nipples, we shared another mutual orgasm, and another, then went to sleep, knowing we would share these moments over and over for years to come.

The sun was out the next Saturday and we were ready to do most anything, just to be outside.

“Let me take some pictures of you.”

“Just give me some directions. You know, ‘Ready when you are Mr. DeMille’.”

We drove by the lakefront, a nice levee covered in grass looked like a good place to pose. We parked and walked for a while looking for just the right place. Eventually we found a steep embankment so Brenda could be lower than I was. A wide angle lens helped exaggerate the appearance that I was even taller than normal with the camera at foot level and aimed up my legs.

As Brenda click the shutter, I began to relax and enjoy being in front of the camera, in front of her camera. She called out directions. “That’s it, show me your pretty cunt.”, “Yeah. Bend over and show me your lovely ass.”, “Perfect.” I started making more and more suggestive poses, holding my skirt up, showing my pussy, fingering myself, holding my blouse open, etc. We were outdoors, but to me the only person around was Brenda and I was doing this just for her.

Not quite sure what attracted people, wasn’t even aware they were there to be honest, the one legged camera person, or the show off flasher, but by the time we finished, there were about a dozen men and women standing around watching, clapping, and cheering. I was hoping that the crowd wouldn’t attract the cops. We were just leaving as they arrived. Before they reached the crowd, our gear was in the bags and we were walking away. Maybe they were just curious. Nothing was ever said.

Brenda printed 3 11×14 pictures of me from today in sensuous black and white, like something from an art book of nudes, framed them, her name and date written in pencil on the matting, and hung them in our bedroom, replacing 3 other pictures she had taken before I met her. She stepped back and admired them for a moment.

She nudged a frame to straighten it a little. “My favorite lady.”

‘Sexy!’ I thought to myself, a finger touching a nipple. Something, not so long ago, I never knew I could be. Must say I found them just as exciting every time I looked at them, as I laid in bed next to Brenda.

The weeks passed much more quickly than ever before in my life. With a little help from Brenda, I managed to keep my grades up. Around her and without the help, I would have become a sex addict and just made love to her all day and all night.

We managed to sneak out at least on weekends, hit one of the bars around the block, or jump on the street car and head into the French Quarter. Didn’t matter. I often had her expose my pussy at least once each night. Oh there were some close calls when someone would get pissed off about being teased. In the French Quarter, where it would more likely get out of control, there were usually some other big guys that would come to our rescue. Remember a few big fights. At the bar near our place, we knew the bar tender. She knew what we were doing, didn’t mind. To her it was a cheap show that she thought brought in a few extra bucks. She would just chase the guy out of the bar if necessary.

Sometimes we would be out during the day, Brenda would have her camera, and I would steal quick flashes as she clicked the shutter. Often little peaks of flesh, but sometimes full pussy shots. We both loved it. Specially a few times when some tourist would happen to get a glimpse and give us a huge grin. A few times a wife would catch her husband and give him a slip on the butt. Once a wife saw us first and nudged her husband to get him to look.

Six weeks together. Fantastic. Mardi Gras was starting. A good time for all exhibitionists to come out, though the cops have started to crack down on showing too much skin. Brenda told me it used to be wall to wall boobies, guys everywhere shouting “show us your tits” and giving away beads, on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras. I went with her in the late afternoons before the crowds would get too thick, she had a little trouble with people knocking her crutches out from under her otherwise. One day she wore what looked like a cheerleader pom pom for a skirt, you know, long narrow metallic multi-colored streamers. Didn’t really cover much, her stump was often visible too. We almost had our own parade a few times, with her leading it. Might have been a hundred people following us one time, mostly guys. They would call out “show us that ass” or “show us your boobs” and she would have no problem showing everyone exactly what they wanted, flipping the streamers to one side or the other, pulling her skimpy top up, whatever. If we had walked over a cliff, they would have followed right over too. We stopped once and sat on a block wall and a bunch of guys crowded around her, barely giving each other a chance to talk, asking all kind of questions, asking to see different parts of her, many taking pictures. A crazy, crazy time. Oh Toto, this doesn’t look at all like Kansas.

On the street car home; about 8 the last night, after the last parade; holding her hand, I leaned against her shoulder. “That was a lot of fun. My first Mardi Gras. I enjoyed having you to do this with, but I like it more down there without the crowds, when Mardi Gras is not happening. Does that make me a Commie?”

“No darling. I agree. In fact I like it even more when it’s just you and me anywhere.”

“You’re so sweet to me.”

“Let’s go home and cuddle.”

We walked the block from the street car stop to our place, my that sounds so nice, ‘our place’. Just as we got under the large porch roof, it started to rain. A sprinkle at first, then a down pour so hard we couldn’t even see across the street at times.

“Good timing!”

Sitting on the bed, we undressed, and laid down on our backs, arms stretched straight back over our heads.

I rolled over, laying partially on her, reaching up and stroked her face. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” I leaned down and kissed her lips, then stopped. “Would hate to have to rank the different parts of you. These lips are exceptionally nice.” I kissed her again.

She placed her hand over the back of my head and rubbed her fingers through my hair as we continued to kiss.

Eventually I moved my head and rested it on her chest, looking down towards her leg. I moved down more until I could touch her stump. I ran a finger along the sides and across the end.

“What does it feel like to have this?”

I’d, actually we’d never talked much about her missing leg. I continued to touch it.

“Like it just ends at the end of it.”

“Doesn’t hurt?”

“Usually no. Sometimes. I usually mention it when it does.”

“I know. Didn’t know if it hurt other times and when you said something, it was maybe worse.”

“What you’re doing feels nice. I like when you touch it.”

“It’s special.” I whispered.

“Yes it is. Glad you like it.” She rubbed my ass, sometimes running her fingers between my cheeks, not trying to put a finger in my asshole, still don’t like that, maybe someday, just touching me softly.

I kissed and licked the short thigh a few times. She lifted it so it pointed up. I wrapped both hands, barely long enough to do that, but as big around as her other thigh, around it and squeezed it, moving it back and forth, making the soft end wiggle, while I kissed it more.

“Nice length.”

“I like it that short.”

“You wanted it this way?”

“Yes. Ever use crutches?”

“No.”

“Feel free. I even have another pair.”

We sat up and she hopped to the closet, then hopped back with the other pair. “You may not have to adjust them.”

I stood and put them under my arms. “Taller? Shorter?”

“No that’s about right.”

I walked around with my left foot held up a bit. I turned and faced her.

“Very good.” Brenda reached in a drawer and handed me a heavy elastic bandage that looked like a tube. “Fold your leg and pull that over it.”

I did, stood, balanced with the crutches, looking towards her.

“Just like me. Come here my crippled girl.” Her arms were held straight out towards me. I knew ‘crippled’ to her was a flattering word in the right context, one like this, definitely not meaning ‘helpless’.

I laid back down next to her, leg still bound. “Nice.”

“Don’t mind if you want to do that.”

We went out in public some, mostly at night, a few times during the day. Even became adept using crutches. No one seemed to notice I was just pretending. When I saw people watching me, it was almost, but not quite the same rush as exposing myself.

“I like you like that.” Brenda once told me once when we were out.

The semester was almost over, finals were here. Panic. Just had to focus for a few weeks and get through this. Long nights, not much if any sleep. Brenda was so good to me, even staying up with me and not sleeping. When I was having problems studying, she encouraged me. Not understanding something, she helped me with that.

Done. The last exam over. Home at last.

“All done?” Brenda asked wrapping her arms around me as I stood in front of her, her crutches crashed in a free fall to the floor, she left them there.

“Yes thank God.”

“What now?”

“Let’s go sleep for a month.”

“Read my mind. I’m beat too.” She tightened her arms around my waist for a moment.

“You were so kind to stay up with me all those nights.”

“Because I love you!” She emphasized the ‘you’. She stood looking at me, her hands holding each side of my waist, leaning back a little, holding herself up by holding onto me, watching my eyes, smiling, a hand sliding up and down along my side as she stood upright again. “Karen …” she stopped for the longest time. Tried to start a few times, failed. I remained quiet, looking at her face. “Karen, I do love you. Can’t stand thinking of you as a ‘renter’. I want you in my life for all times. Never want to lose you. If I could marry you, I would ask you to be mine. I do want you to be my spouse. Will you let me?”

I was stunned. My mouth dropped opened. I stood there for a moment gathering my thoughts. “Oh my God YES! YES! This is so fantastic. Of course I will.” I hugged her, kissed her, wouldn’t let her go for what may have seemed like an eternity to her.