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The last three years since finishing a Masters in Math, I’ve been teaching at a small college. Other than that, my life is lonely. I don’t wish it to be. It is. Not many women fit my fantasy.

It is all I can do to contain my emotions when she walks into my second year math class. I know I will be a wreck. “I’m Amy Glass,” she says as she hands me the admission slip.

My mouth must have gaped open, or perhaps drool sliding from its corner that catches her attention as she leans back slightly on her long aluminum crutches and points with one finger at my face.

“Sorry,” I whisper, wiping at my face. “That desk is free.” I point at one in the front row.

“Perfect. I think ‘we’ll’ enjoy having me in front.” She giggles and takes the seat, the single leg extending from the knee-length skirt and the brown loafer resting on the floor, the ankle bare and nicely turned with a small anklet.

The classroom is still empty, another few minutes before everyone runs in at the last moment. I rest my hips on the edge of a desk and fold my arms in front of my chest. My palm rubs my chin as I stare.

“It’s new. This summer.”

“Oh? You seem to be doing well.”

“Thanks, I don’t mind.”

Before either of us can say more, the students storm into the room. I begin the class, struggling to focus on the topic of the day. I fail.

“Mr. Adams,” Amy says, standing in front of me as the others leave the room.

I look up and close my notebook. “Yes.”

“I’m happy you’re my teacher. Could I come early in the morning to have help on the first two weeks of class that I’ve missed?”

She is close and her hand touches my forearm, maybe by mistake. I hope not. Her fingers still rest on it. Not a mistake I realize. The white blouse gives me little information about her body. I look anyway.

“I’d be happy to help. I’ll be in my office.”

“Cool. I’ll be there.”

The touch lingers and the smile on her face is captivating. She squeezes my arm then walks away, the shoe sweetly swinging between the crutch tips with each step. Alternating sounds of the leather sole sliding against the floor followed by taps of the tips fill my ears. My gaze follows until there is no more to see.

My apartment is quiet – I live with no one and have no pets – as I pace around barefooted after finishing dinner and doing the dishes. My mind races with thoughts of Amy. Was she coming on to me? What would I do if she were? She was beautiful – the long curly brown hair, the blue eyes. God, that missing leg, how much is gone?

The erection demands something and I rub a hand over it several times. “Fuck,” I whisper aloud sitting at the laptop and going to some of my favorite websites, the ones with pictures of amputee women. I stare until my vision blurs. I don’t need to look. I have them all memorized. I look anyway.

Naked in bed, I jack off until there is no more and I’m sore. Cum covers my chest, my stomach, and my hands as I drift off to sleep.

“Is this a good time?” Amy asks from the doorway.

“Ah, any time with you….” I catch myself, but I have already said too much. I grin. “Sure.” I point at a chair beside my desk on the side away from the door and wait for her to sit.

“Thank you for taking time.” She reaches over and touches my arm again. “I like you.”

I clear my throat, but no words come out. I just stare for a moment.

“Could I ask a question? If it’s too personal, let me know.” I nod. “Do you find it, ah, interesting that I have one leg? I’ve noticed you looking.” She slides the hem of the skirt up slowly until a few inches of stump are showing. “You like that?” She smiles and leaves it showing.

“We, ah, I could get in a lot of trouble.” I rip my gaze away from her stump and check the open door – no one there. Eagerly I look back at her.

“I won’t tell.” She leaves the skirt hiked. Unconsciously I drag my tongue over my parched lips. “Mr. Adams….”

I clear my throat. “Yes?”

“I believe you’re lusting.” She snickers. “My dad does that too.” She giggles.

“Are you just teasing me?”

“Hardly. I know some men like women with one leg, like my dad, and I believe you fall into that group. Do you?”

My eyes drift down and linger on the beautiful rounded shape with a scar just above the surface of the chair from one side of the stump to the other.

“I’m goin’ to hell for sure,” I mutter under my breath as I look at my watch then back at her.

“Just for looking?” She laughs. “Listen, he and I just moved to town. We don’t know anyone yet. Maybe you’d like to have dinner with us. You and your wife….”

“I live alone. What about your mother?”

“She ran off with her girlfriend. You and he would like to compare notes, picture collections … you know, of amputee women. I’m sure you and I could get better acquainted there than here.” She gives me a devilish grin and touches my arm again.

“I’d like that.”

They live on the edge of town on a large parcel of land, maybe twenty acres and all wooded. She had mentioned the orange mailbox in her directions and I am glad, otherwise I would have driven past the rutted drive and been halfway to the county line. My old Honda Civic bounces along the drive scraping the high grassy ridge down the middle with dust blowing behind.

“Mr. Adams,” the tall lanky man says. He wears bib overalls with a white tee shirt underneath, long salt and pepper hair pulled back in a ponytail, sandals on his bare feet.

“Call me Sam.” I shake his hand.

“Jake.” He looks at me for a moment. “Amy’s told me good things about you.”

I follow him inside the small farmhouse “She’s a wonderful girl. You’re lucky.”

“That I am. That I am.” He points at a large overstuffed chair. “Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink, a beer, some whiskey?”

“Yeah.” I laugh. “Maybe a whiskey.”

“Good, I like that. I think we’ll get along just fine.” He slaps me kindly on the upper arm.

“Hey Mr. Adams,” Amy shrieks, as she quickly crutches across the room and sits in my lap, the crutches clattering together onto the floor. She’s wearing only a long tee shirt and some black panties peek from under along with the short stump of her left leg.

“His name is Sam,” he tells her.

She rubs her hips over my lap and places her hands on each side of my face as she kisses me deeper than I expect. “I’m so-o glad you come over.”

I take the glass and sip. “This sure hits the spot,” I tell him.

“Let me.” She pulls the glass from my hand and takes a bigger sip than I did then gives it back.

“Don’t go gettin’ drunk, you hear.”

She has the same devilish grin as she kisses me for a long moment. “Like my stump. Here, you can look all-l you want.” She pulls the tee shirt up a little. “Right, dad?”

“She said you like amputees.” Jake sits on the couch and sips his whiskey. “Her mother never understood.”

“Most women, even men, don’t seem too,” I reply. “I guess I’ve always had a special interest.”

“You ever known any?”

“Only in my dreams.”

“Amy found my stash of pictures after her mother left us … ran off with another woman. Came home one day and found Amy with a leg bound up in some jeans pretending to be one-legged.”

“Should have seen him. Rock hard.”

“Couldn’t help it. Bet you’re the same way. You jack off thinkin’ ’bout stumps?”

“I’d be lying if I said no.”

“Dad does too, unless I help him.” She snickers. “These days, I do that a lot.”

She leans closer – if that’s possible – and her lips wander over mine while grinding her nipples into my chest. I don’t resist and find my tongue pressing into her mouth, though I consider I might be doing something he doesn’t like. The thought does not stop me.

“She’s got nice tits,” I faintly hear him say over the slurping coming from our mouths. “Let me get the burgers goin’ while you two get to know each other.”

I find my hand roaming over her washboard abs and up inside the tee shirt searching for all she has to offer until I find firm breasts with aching nipples.

“You wouldn’t take advantage of a poor helpless cripple, would you?” She teases before resuming the deep wet kiss.

I roll the breast over her chest and feel the nipple drill a hole in my palm. I understand there are no bounds tonight as I pull at the bottom of the tee shirt.

“I love the way you tutor.” She snickers and offers me a breast held in her hand. “Maybe after dinner, we could get into more advanced equations.” I hear sizzling and am not sure if it is the burgers or my body. She slips from my lap down between my feet. The zipper rips slowly.

“Just a quick peek, please.” Her hand feels warm around my shaft. The waistband pulls tighter while she peels it down. “Oh yeah-h,” she coos, dabbing pecks over the head. “Maybe I’ll get lucky.” She pecks several more times then lets go of the waistband and zips me. “Ya think?”

“Come fix your buns.”

She is just in front of me on the way to the kitchen, still naked. “I see some buns to fix,” I tease as I playfully swat her bottom.

“I save my ass for him, but you can have anything else you like.” She shakes her hips as though she might be teasing about the ass or the ‘anything’. I don’t know. I suspect not.

He pushes the condiments across the island then a plate with a hamburger bun. “Bet you never expected to find something like her in your class.”

“Got that right. I’m very jealous.”

“Seems we might be sharing.” He laughs. “Guess you don’t need to be jealous.”

“I don’t mean to intrude.”

“Shit, I don’t mind. Wendy is coming to visit soon. She’s like Amy, older though.”

Amy laughs. “He met her online in a dating site. She helped me find a doc.” She spreads the ketchup on her bun and dabs a little mustard in several places. “There’s more if you want.”

“More?” I hope she means ‘more like Wendy’ but she might mean ‘more ketchup’ and then I’d be disappointed. “I don’t understand.” I watch the patty drop on my bun.

“You know, women that are ‘having’ amputations. Some ’cause they want it, some just are tryin’ to find lovers like you two. Cool, huh?”

“Which were you?” I ask, holding the burger.

“Wanted.” She bites into the burger. “Hmmm, this is good dad.” She chews for a moment. “Wendy, I don’t know, maybe a little of both. Have you a favorite amputation?”

“What, made to order amputees?” I chuckle, staring at her in a new light.

He swallows and takes a sip of whiskey. “I like ’em with a short left stump.”

“Yeah, that’s why I did mine this way.” She finishes her burger and pours whiskey in an empty glass for herself.

“Let me get this straight, the doc does it however you wish?”

“All he cares about is that you don’t die on the table and you have money,” he explains. “There’s a waiting list, both of those wanting amputations and those wanting amputee partners … straight and gay or lesbian. Even a few transgendered.”

“Too bad your wife wasn’t in that line.” I laugh.

“Uh-huh. No way in hell though.”

Amy stands behind me grinding, her hand rubbing the front of my pants. “You ever want to be with a guy … or watch two women?”

“What guy hasn’t wanted to watch two women? God, two amputee women….”

“I’d do Windy for you,” she coos, still rubbing. “Would you blow dad while I watch?”

I glance at him. A huge grin covers most of his face. I shrug my shoulders. “Never been with a guy. Guess I’ve thought about it. Wondered what sucking a cock might be like.” I look at him again. “You ever been with a guy?”

He shakes his head. “I thought about it some when I was a boy. Like you, wondered what a cock tasted like when it unloads.” He looks at her then back at me. “Maybe when we get to know one another better.”

Her hand worms past my waistband and finds me, slowly strokes a few times with a lose grip. “I love it when he unloads in my mouth. Yummy.” The hand still strokes as I suddenly swell.

“Her mom never liked suckin’. Once she ran off with what’s her name, I understood.”

“Did you and your mom ever…?”

“We kissed, touched some. I’ve been with another woman before. I like it, not as much as with a guy, but I like it.” She squeezes my shaft a few times. “I like my pussy being kissed.”

“If you two want too. I’ll do the dishes.” Her hand leaves then the weight of her leaning against me lightens. I hear the tapping of the crutch tips on the hardwood floor. “Go ahead, I’m okay with it.”

I can’t sleep. I feel the empty space in my own bed and for the first time in a while, contemplate what it would be like to just roll over and hug someone. Maybe have crazy sex or have the other person pester me for some kind of oral activity.

I take care of the erection, still wanting more, still hard. Just wanting to come, I add lotion and stroke quickly until I come again. Then again a few more times. Puddles of cum cover my stomach and drain past my balls.

“Custom amputees?” I puzzle aloud as I walk to the bathroom to clean up.

The laptop comes to life and I enter the dating site URL, then the userid and password Jake gave me. A page of pictures appears, most of the women are attractive at least, if not drop dead gorgeous.

I scroll though a few rows and click on the picture of a woman with long black hair and Asian features. I love women that look like her. Lana’s ad paints as I lust over a few additional pictures, one nicely suggestive, until it finishes.

‘Thanks for looking. If we were together, you could look all the time. I’m 28, employed. Single all my life. No children and don’t want any. I want to find someone that would love me as an amputee. My preference is all of both legs. I dream we will make love every night for the rest of our lives. Willing to live anywhere, just so it is with you.’

Still lusting, I click on pictures of other women and all the ads read like the first, though a few are more specific about the kind of amputation or they are already amputees. The ages vary widely and countries they live in are all over the world. Several either have children or want them.

“Fuck me-e,” I mumble as I continue reading ads. “Where have these women been all my life? Where is the Asian chick?”

The e-mail icon bounces and I click.

‘Darling, I had a wonderful time with you. I look forward to more. I hope you do. Maybe I could spend the night with you sometime. Amy. PS, how did you like the dating site?’

The erection never leaves, but now roars for attention again. First I reply – ‘Tonight? Sam.’

Before I close the lid, a new message appears. ‘I’ll be there about 6. Wear me out, please.’

Being a wreck does not adequately describe how I feel standing in front of my three classes today. I do manage to convey the material coherently, I think. I don’t actually know. I don’t know if the bulge in my pants is obvious. Thankfully, the lectern hides that part of me.

Amy wears a short black dress, the front cut low enough to see all the cleavage, the inner sides of both breasts, and at times the brown circles around her nipples. The heal of the pump adds a few inches bringing her eyes to the level of mine. Our lips too and we take advantage of that as she stands on the threshold of the front door.

“Nice to see you too-o,” she teases. “Do we fuck before or after dinner?”

“Both?” I step back and give her space to come inside, my eyes ripping the dress off leaving only the shoe.

“Guess it’s good I didn’t bother to wear any underwear.” She drops the small purse on an end table and crutches around the living room inspecting books. “Quite the reader. Not like me.” Her fingers drag past a few spines, sometimes rubbing over the title. A crutch leans against the bookcase as she strolls towards me using just one. “You like a lady on one crutch?”

I gasp, struggling to form even one word then simply chuckle. “Oh, yeah-h.” All of my fantasies are now in overdrive.

She leans against me, everything rubbing nicely everywhere, as she slowly brings her lips to mine. “Good.” Her tongue slithers into my mouth and spends a while as her hand grips the back of my neck.

“Maybe we could slip into nothing,” I whisper, catching my breath.

“I hope you won’t be wearing pajamas tonight.” She snickers. “Notice I didn’t bring anything to wear.”

The alarm goes off. Only half an hour’s sleep – tops. She wakes and grabs at the erection. A few stokes before pulling it towards her cum filled opening with plenty coating all around. “Does this ever run out?” she begs.

“Not around you.” I snicker than drive deep with a single thrust though the sopping wetness of our mingled juices.

“Could you be a little late?”


She balances, a few fingers gripping the top of the glass shower, as I drag the thick towel over her body.

“Don’t miss any places,” she coos.

I rub it over her mound a few times then peck kisses before looking up though her cleavage. “Just doing a little quality control.” I peck a few more times.

“Don’t start nothin’ you can’t finish.” She lightly grinds against my mouth as the stump swings out slightly. The hand moves from the glass to my head and the grinding continues. She moans softly.

“His dick’s in Wendy,” she jokes Friday night, as she explains why he won’t miss her for the weekend. I look up at her face hanging down over mine as her hips ride me in slow rocking motions, breasts swaying. Her hands rest on my shoulders, the fingers sometimes giving them a slight massage.

“Fine with me.”

“Thought so.” The rocking continues. “They want us over there for lunch. Can you behave?” She laughs, still grinding slowly. “I should ask that of myself.”

I cup her stump and rub. “I like this.”

“I’ve noticed. Fuckin’ and stumpin’….” She sucks her lower lip for a moment. “Huh?”

“Perfect, like the rest of you.”

“You’re quite the package too. I don’t think I’ve had this much good sex, or of any kind.”

“Thought you and Jake….”

“We do, quite a bit. Its just sex. Just sex can be good too.”

Hips rock more and her head tilts back, mouth opens, and soft moans begin to flow. I let her have her way without help. I’m deep inside and enjoying all she is doing as her stump rubs my side.

“Okay, you can come now.” She snickers and continues her motions.

“Hmmm, maybe your cunt feels too good around my cock to….” I realize it is too late and I explode.

“Ha! Knew you would.”

I spin her over and quickly nibble down her front until my face wallows in our combined juices, lapping through her slit spread wide from having me inside. I take her bud and roll it between my lips, sometimes pulling it slightly deeper.

“Oh god, oh god,” she begins screaming as her leg shoots high in the air. “Oh, oh,” she repeats quickly like a machine gun, her crotch slamming hard against my face. Her stump wavers and slaps me. “Oh, oh,” she continues, now ripping at her breasts, rolling them about her chest, twisting the nipples. “Oh … baby, oh … baby.”

At last, the leg lowers and falls over my shoulder. “Honey, darlin’. You are good-d with that tongue.” She giggles.

“May need some sound proofing.”

“Sorry, are the walls that thin?”

“Uh-huh. The poor old folks next door probably both had strokes.”

She laughs. “Or had glasses against the wall.” She laughs again.

I crawl along side and pull her against me, our mouths close, then touch.

“You’re poking me,” she whispers during the kiss.

“Yeah, I know.” I thrust and easily go inside.

The slender woman with bleach-bottle curly blond hair opens the door. Her knee length dress split up one side to the hip reveals a peg leg. It is all I remember until she says my name about the same time Amy pokes me in the back.

“Come in.” She laughs. “Jake! There’re here.” She moves slightly out of the way and as I pass, she pulls me into a pleasant hug against comfortable breasts. “You like my leg?” I don’t have a chance to answer before her lips cover mine for a long moment.

“Yeah, he does.” Amy swats my hip and walks into the living room. “You may have lost her,” she teases Jake.

“How you two getting along?”

Wendy is still exploring my mouth and rubbing over me.

“Good, until a moment ago.”

I hear Amy laughing and I pull away to see Jake kissing her deeper than Wendy had been me.

“Hey stud,” Wendy says to Jake as she walks past and grabs the whiskey bottle to fill a glass for me. I hold the glass for a moment watching her stiff legged walk with the peg leg sashaying towards me, eventually dragging her long fingers down my chest. “He told me you looked at the dating web pages. Find anything?”


“Bet you could have several. I hear you’re good.” Her hand cups my crotch. “Damn. Huge.”

“I guess, never compared.”

She grins and rubs the hand all over. “You are.” She snickers. “Isn’t he?” she asks over her shoulder towards Amy.

“Yeah. I thought so.” Amy moves closer to Wendy and kisses her, inches from my face. I listen to the slurping, feeling the hand still over my crotch.

“I think we’re turning him on,” Wendy says.

“It happens easily.” Amy kisses her a moment longer then begins a kiss on my lips. “How many amputee women you want in bed?”

“One’s enough.”

“Ah, baby. Don’t ya want a harem?”

Wendy laughs. “Yeah, we could have a commune of amputees. You and Jake could service all of us … when we aren’t servicing each other.”

Their mouths cover mine and we three begin a long kiss. Jake leans against my back and kisses my neck, rubbing a hand over my hip. I no longer mind. I am too engrossed with the triple kiss, even as his hand replaces hers over my crotch.

“There’s a big bed,” he suggests, his hand now feeling firmly.

Wendy removes the dress and I study the flesh colored socket wrapped around her stump with the metal pole extending below to the large black rubber tip. My hand slides around the rim.

“I wear it to get him excited,” she whispers as the stump slips out.

“It’s doing a good job on me,” I tease, beginning to push my pants down my legs.

Jake and Amy are already naked, she moving her mouth closer to his erection.

“We can get to know each other,” she says, pulling me down beside her. Our mouths lock in mortal combat. Her hand pulls mine between her thighs without complaint. Fingers probe, massage, and feel around.

“Oh, oh,” Amy wails in a familiar refrain. Soon Wendy joins the chorus.

I notice Amy has grown quiet and I feel a mouth around my cock head. Looking down it is Jake’s, but feels the same as hers. I let him as Wendy kisses me. A mouth kisses near my hand. Amy pulls it away and laps her tongue though the wetness.

“Tell me you aren’t enjoying this,” Wendy teases.

“Oh, I am, for sure.”

“Maybe next time I visit, I’ll bring along a friend … or several.”


“Thought that might spark an interest. I have a video we can watch later.”


“Heavy porn … lots of amputees.”

He continues sucking me and she pleasuring Wendy, we resume the kissing.

The crystal-clear HD image on the large flat panel TV shows a naked woman, attractive enough, with one leg crossed over a long stump, maybe ending just above where the knee had been. A stump of the lower leg swings idly. She speaks to someone off screen and slowly turns exposing the mostly missing left arm. The remaining hand toys with a breast then fondles the long stump.

“Barbara,” Wendy says, her hand resting around Jake’s erection. They sit next to each other on a couch. Amy’s head rests in my lap on the other couch.

A woman missing both arms near the shoulder appears and sits next to Barbara still talking. Her voice is the one heard off screen. She leans close and begins kissing as Barbara’s hand fondles one of the short arm stumps.

“Karen,” Wendy says. “I think Barb is going to have another amputation.” She watches for a long moment, her hand lightly stroking Jake. “Maybe take the other knee off, maybe the other arm. Don’t know.”

A man without legs, short stumps, crawls across the floor until in front of Barbara. He uncrosses the legs and spreads them wide as her hips slide forward. His lips kiss up the inside of a thigh.

“Mark,” Wendy says.

“Men go to the doc?” I quiz.

“Hell, yeah. Honey, you want to go?”

“Just asking.”

Barbara’s longer stump drapes over his shoulder, wiggling and moving about, as she begins moaning. His head bobs and moves about, hands groping her breasts. Karen continues the kissing. The video ends.

“Ah, geez,” Jake groans. “Fuckin’ tease.”

“Hold your horses. There’s a pile of DVD’s up there.”

The next video begins with the woman from the dating web page, the one that wants to be without legs. She rolls her wheelchair towards a table in a sidewalk cafe. As the chair turns to park, it becomes clear she is missing both legs.

“She had them off?” I ask. “I saw her on the web page, said she wanted….”

“Lana, yeah, at the hip. She’s still looking for someone.”

“Why? She’s gorgeous.” I’m almost in heat and I wonder if anyone notices.

“You interested?” Wendy laughs. “Doesn’t take up much space in the bed anymore.”

About to pass out from desire, I simply reply, “Damn, sign me up as a photographer.” I laugh. Amy twists her head and takes me in her mouth a few inches. “Okay, okay, I’m just saying, you know.” I pause a moment. “Damn-n, that feels good … don’t stop.”

“She and Amy had a nice time. Bet they’d put on quite the show for you.” Amy continues slurping along my shaft. “Both legs were gone not long before Amy had hers off. Web page still has her before, right? Need to get the web page updated.”

“Both at the hip?”

“Uh-huh.” Wendy still strokes Jake without rushing the enviable. “She’s not far, maybe fifty, sixty miles.

“Really?” I feel her teeth bite lightly into the shaft. I pat her head. “Just checking.” I giggle as she continues.

“Maybe we could have her visit next weekend,” Amy says, her hand taking over for her mouth.

I pull it away. “We’re about to mess up the fabric.” She takes me in her mouth.

“Hey, Lana. It’s Wendy,” she says into the phone while rubbing him as casually as twirling a pencil. “Listen, what’cha doing? … Yeah, yeah, at Jake’s. … Yeah, got it in my hand.” She chuckles. “Amy’s got her mouth around Sam’s cock. Yeah, a good time. Anyway, Sam and Amy thought you should come up … spend the next two nights in their bed. Great.” She snaps the phone closed.

Wendy tugs at Jake’s erection as she stands. “Come on,” she begs. He follows willingly.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Amy whispers as she wipes a dribble of cum from her cheek. “Having her visit.”

“Can’t see a problem.” I laugh. “Other than my place may not be very accessible. We could get a room at the hotel.”

“Could we? Just the three of us. Isn’t Monday a holiday?”

“Hey babe,” Lana coos as she rolls into the hotel room. Amy called to give her directions after we checked in. “So, this is Sam.” Her arms reach up and I scoop her from the wheelchair. “Oh my, so familiar already.” She snickers as her kiss begins.

Amy gives the chair a push and it stops near the bed as I waltz Lana around in my arms. “Light, isn’t she?”

Even prettier than the pictures on the web page, I enjoy her feel in my arms more than I could have imagined.

“Wait until we get her undressed,” Amy teases as she bounces on the bed a few times before removing her clothes.

Our kiss continues and I fondle her hips, finding they are without any thigh.

“Did I pass inspection?”

“Don’t know. May need a closer check.” My hand slips under the short skirt, dangling empty, and finds bare skin everywhere. “Yeah, much closer.”

I lose control and soon am on top pounding between the hips without any thighs. She is totally into it, her eyes rolled back and mouth open. Sounds pouring out, not really words, mind you. The closest might be ‘ah’ or ‘oh’. I don’t know. I doubt she does either. I’d never felt anything so fantastic under me as her body.

“Big, isn’t he?” Amy asks, her fingers twiddling her bud with the leg and stump spread about as wide as she can get them, leaning back against one hand and watching.

There is no answer, just more of the sounds. Somehow, I know she is ready for a climax. I am too. My pace quickens and the sounds also. I flood her without end. The sounds taper off, so does the pounding.

“Where’d you find the animal?” She chuckles and wipes at some sweat on her forehead. “Damn, I’m going to like him.”

“Eat me, I might share.”

“Could do that.” Lana nibbles at Amy’s lips, exchanging tongues and fondling everywhere.

“Been holding onto this orgasm for a while, you know.”

It is then I realize that this threesome might not be a short-term deal. Maybe something they’d hatched before, just waiting for the right guy. I wonder why they hadn’t considered Jake. I thank god for a few moments.

When I returned from the bathroom and a healthy piss, they are both moaning and groaning as if into a good time had by all. I watch from a few feet away, letting the erection return. There is something about her legless hips that is as exciting as watching the two women together. The erection returns quickly.

We sit at a table in the restaurant, the women across from each other, I between them holding a hand from each. The short skirts now hidden, I remember as if they aren’t – Amy’s wonderful leg exposed and bare, a delightful pump on the foot, Lana’s laying flat in front of the legless hips on the thick black cushion of her wheelchair.

Amy’s foot drags along my lower leg a few times. “Can we keep her?” she playfully teases.

Orders for dinner are given and we watch the waitress walk away, taking hands again as before.

“I remember finding your ad on the dating site and thinking about you.”

“Couldn’t wait any longer to find someone before having them off. I went ahead. Glad too.”

“What’s been the big obstacle to finding someone?”

“Finding someone like you.” She chuckles. “Amy’s been the best friend.”

“I would have thought a lot of guys would be after you.”

“I had some action, but I guess … ah, nothing clicked. Met a few, but nothing animal-like pulled me in their direction.”

Amy snickers. “Sure seemed to be some of that now.” She glances at my face and grins. “He cranks my motor. Wow.”

“Never been so turned on.” Lana squeezes my hand a few times and looks at Amy. “You going to give up your dad?”

Amy quizzes my face then looks at Lana without answering. “You have any plans?” She still looks at Lana who simply shrugs her shoulders.

I look first at Amy then Lana and back a few more times.

“What?” Amy asks. “Can’t decide?”

“Not sure you have too,” Lana says.

“What you have in mind?” I ask. If I could have Lana, I’d drop Amy in a heartbeat. Her looks and missing all of both legs are exactly my fantasy.

The food arrives interrupting the thought. I ask for another round of drinks and some blue cheese dressing for the salad. The others let her know everything is fine.

“I don’t know,” Lana says. “Let’s just enjoy the rest of the weekend.”

“He’ll enjoy you that same way I bet,” Amy cheerfully says.

“I sure hope so. God, that was fun.”

That we did, and more.

Wendy spends the week at Jake’s house. Amy brings some clothes and her laptop over to my apartment and makes me feel loved in ways that had been absent in my life. The sex is five stars and her cooking isn’t bad either. Every day I drag myself to class with only a few hours sleep.

“Talked to Lana. Wants us to visit her there since it’s accessible and all.”

“You mind?” I am going deep from the back as she leans over the kitchen table, her wonderful hips jutting up to afford me better access to her channel. My hands grip her waist.

“Should I?” She begins panting and tossing in an occasional moan. “I want her as much as you.”

“Really?” I wonder if that is possible and make several trips deep with grunts at the ends.

“Do you get this way with any ole amputee?”

“Don’t know. Only been with two.”

“Would we be enough?” She moans.

I grunt. My balls slap a little harder. “Could be. What you suggesting?” Moan, grunt, slap, slap.

“Did you know that is ‘very’ addicting.” Moan, grunt, slap, slap. “Love your endurance.”

“Yeah, and I love your ass staring at me.”

“More than if it was like hers?”


“Wouldn’t you love to do this to her, her on the table?” Moan, grunt, slap, slap.

Before I say anything else, thoughts of doing this to Lana overwhelm me. I flood her and thrust until I have no more and she is finished. I pull out, shove just the head in and then out.

“Tease a girl, will ya.” She giggles and stands, twisting on the foot until facing me. Her lips kiss roughly, tongue searching. “Darling, I want her as much as you. We need to find a way for the three of us to be together. Ya think?” Her lips cover mine again for a long moment.


“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t enjoy her.” She drags a hand over my chest. “I ‘know’ you did.”

“Uh-huh.” I think she understands my feelings for Lana could overtake the ones I have for her.

“Wendy is going to stay with Jake, probably import some of her lady friends. I want to be with you.” Softly she adds, “And Lana. Please.”

My arm doesn’t need to be twisted. Only a fool could pass this up. All I need to do is find a way to keep my teaching position at the college. I am good at my job. Amy has the small travel bag packed when I get home from school. She hikes her short skirt to tantalize me with her stump and lack of panties.

“Later,” she admonishes me.

“Don’t temp me with your goodies.” I laugh.

The skirt hikes again. “Well, just a taste.” I do.

My tongue smacks her flavor from my lips as I carry the bag. She locks the front door and I follow.

“No staring at my ass.”

“Oh yeah-h.”

I can’t believe my excitement, like Christmas Eve, only more intense. I even know what I am getting. We pull out of the parking lot and drive towards the highway.

“You excited?” she asks.


“Only ‘uh-huh’? God, I can’t contain myself. Imagine … anytime we want to have each other, the three of us.”

“I know.” Do I ever, even if my excitement is mostly for being with Lana again.

Lana’s house is a plain one-story house in a neighborhood of similar houses. Hers the only one with a concrete ramp nicely integrated into the low porch. A small patch of lawn, a flowerbed, and a few trees add a nice air of suburban life, all very different from my urban apartment or Jake and Amy’s country home. The engine clinks and ticks after I turn it off and we stand beside the car, stretching from the drive though heavy after-work traffic.

“Good directions,” I say as Lana rolls down the ramp towards us. “Great to see you again.” I scoop her into my arms, the khaki shorts dangling, and cuddle her against my chest as we kiss hello. Amy stands beside me and they hug as I continue to hold her.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she says. “Let’s go inside.” She whispers, “Carry me.” I feel her lips kiss my ear. Very softly, she whispers, “Love you.”

Amy leads the way as I push the chair and carry Lana. The house is small, two bedrooms, and a bath. Lana gives of a quick tour explaining that she is only renting and the furniture belongs with the house.

“If I’m getting heavy, I can use my chair.”

“Light as a feather. Maybe it is the clothes making you feel heavy.” I laugh and kiss her knowing my zipper is ready to burst.

Amy bounces on the queen-size bed a few times and pats the covers. “Hmmm, feels nice,” she teases. “Maybe we should see if it is large enough for the three of us.” She laughs and begins undressing.

“‘That’ girl is horny,” Lana says. “Come to think of it….” She rubs her chin in mock thought then snickers.

I push at the waistband and her shorts fall on my feet. I feel her hips wiggle while I rub over naked flesh.

“Hope your goin’ ‘do me’ like last time.”

“I might.” I laugh and lay down with her next to Amy.

They work together to undress me taking time to kiss and touch parts, as they are uncovered. An enjoyable amount of time passes before my clothes are in the pile of their clothes on the floor.

“Hmmm, naked man in bed, ‘what’ will we do?” Amy teases.

Lana lightly drags a fingertip though Amy’s slit. “Know what I want.” She pulls the stump to one side and buries her face against the wetness.

“Darlin’,” she moans, rubbing a hand though the blond hair, guiding the head to different places. A nipple rolls between my lips. “Two best lovers.” My hand firmly plays with the other breast. “Oh-h,” she moans, slurping around Lana face growing louder.

The night is pitch black and still wet patches of juices dot everyone’s bodies. We are just kissing and touching, no longer aching for release. Three hours – there will be more. We all know it.

Lana pushes herself up into a sitting position on the far side of Amy then plays with one of Amy’s breasts while looking at me. “You two going to throw in together?” she whispers.

Amy reaches for my renewing erection and lightly plays. “Why just ‘two’?”

“Last weekend, now this evening….”

“Pretty nice, isn’t it?” Amy says.

I remain quiet, but know a question is forming in both their minds. The last thing I want to have to decide between them. Something about Lana rises above Amy in my fantasies, not much above. I know better.

“Huh, Sam?” Amy asks.

“I was a wreck after being with Amy a while.” My hand joins Lana’s hand on the breast. “My thoughts have been … well, I think the three of us have some chemistry.”

“I’m going to college, Lana works here.”

“Yeah, I know.” I squeeze the breast a few times. “The lease on my apartment runs out soon. Could get a new place, more accessible.”

“Not like I can’t get a new job,” Lana says, her finger drags along Amy’s stomach until they slip through the slit. “Get a big bed for a big bedroom.” She snickers, watching the slit open slightly around her finger. “Fuck our brains out.”

We pool our savings, mostly Lana’s and mine, and find a new apartment to share – one big bedroom with a bath, a smaller room we plan to use as a study, and a second bathroom. Amy actually finds it. Lana drives up to make sure she can get everywhere, do everything needed. The complex has a swimming pool. Large shallow area with wide steps, mostly for children, but Lana thinks it will be fine. With her blessings that all fit her needs, I sign the lease and give them the necessary monies.

Lana is an accountant and finding a new job is simple, though she can’t begin for two weeks. Amy and I move right away, Lana moves gradually, though spending most nights.

I hold an armload of Lana’s clothes and hand the hangers to her one at a time for her to hang on the lower of two rods. The empty legs of her short shorts lay flat on the cushion. A sleeveless tank top leaves many clues about all that is under it.

“Someone in a chair designed this apartment. Look at this, perfect height for me to reach. Same in the bathroom.” The hanger clicks against the rod. “Cool.”

“Givin’ me a hard-on.”

“What a surprise.” She laughs loudly. “When’s Amy getting home?”

“‘Nother hour. She has a five o’clock class.”

“Maybe we could take a break, though I don’t know what we’d do.” She snickers grabbing the front of my pants. “You?”

“A few things are rumbling around my mind.”

“You got a log in your pants. Maybe we could try it out.”

I lift her from the wheelchair and with a brush of my hand knock the shorts off. “Damn-n, I like that ’bout you.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Standing by the bed, I toss her gently towards the center. She bounces several times and my clothes fall away.

“At least you don’t drag me by my hair.” She laughs. “Fuck me or eat me, but don’t linger.”

I quickly nibble down her chest until I’m between where the thighs used to be and lap my tongue though the neat folds of skin growing wetter. The sweet taste and fragrant aroma fill my senses. My thumb brushes the nub from its hiding place and soon begs for attention. Fingers slip inside the darkness as lips answer the call of the nub. Legless hips rock and sway beneath my face.

“There’re times I wish it was just us,” she whispers. “Would you mind?”

My tongue drags deep lapping sweet moisture, each pass circling her bud. My fingers continue to fuck, the pace quickening.

“Oh, oh,” she roars. “Don’t ever stop, please.”

The next few weeks pass and we fall into a groove, maybe a rut. Whatever, it is still quite enjoyable. Amy’s Tuesday and Thursday late afternoon class give me time to savor Lana alone. Friday we watch Amy’s car drive away, going to Jake’s house for the weekend. She has gone there alone each Saturdays for a few hours; this is the first whole weekend.

“What’cha think is going on?” Lana asks, her chair parked close and hand rubbing my hip.

“Don’t know. Feels like she’s slipping away.”

“Could be.” She holds her hands up and I lift her from the chair, cuddle her against my chest. “Would it be so bad?” she quizzes before pecking a small kiss.

I shake my head. “I thought I loved both of you the same.”

“I know. You’re so good to both of us.”

My hand finds its way under her skirt and fondles one hip then the other before feeling her slit.

“I like you holding me, your hands feels so good.”

“Let’s go to the pool, let all these thoughts percolate a while.”

The black bikini barely covers her, but is probably enough to not cause us to be asked to leave the pool area. Kids stare and point. Men poke each other, even a few other women gawk. We find an empty table with an umbrella and put our towels on it. I push a chair out of the way and Lana parks her wheelchair. I sit and do my own staring, mostly of Lana.

“Nice it isn’t crowded,” she says, even though there are more people than I would prefer. “Great day. Like any day with you.”

“Uh-huh.” I take her hand and let my eyes roam over her. “You’re my dream come true, honey.”

“Want to get wet?” She blows me a kiss. “In the water, I mean.” She giggles and holds her hands towards me, suggesting I carry her.

I wade down the steps with her cradled in my arm past little girls. One points and says to her friend, “Like when your daddy carries you.” Lana laughs, but says nothing as she gives me a quick kiss. With the water up to my waist, I let her swim away and I follow to the far side of the pool.

“You swim well.”

“It feels a little strange, but I like swimming without my legs.” She hangs by a hand and faces me. Her smile is addicting and I force myself to do anything not allowed. I’d love to skinny dip in clear water with her. The thought filters into my swim trunks.

“Hmmm, naughty thoughts?” she coos.

“Can’t help it around you.” I chuckle then glance around to see how alone we are.

She reaches back with the other hand and lets her hips float to the surface. “Perhaps you were thinking about these?”

My hand supports her hips; a finger pushes the fabric into her crack. “Never.” I chuckle and put the other hand beneath her shoulders, pulling her slowly in a circle before helping her float in front of me. The water washes casually over her body.

“Love your hips this way.”

“I’m glad. Men seem to prefer someone like Amy. Sometimes both legs, but with a little thigh.”

“Nope, not me.” I smile into her face for a long moment wanting to do more. “Is it as good as you dreamed?”

“Uh-huh.” Her hand rubs my stomach lightly letting fingernails scrap teasingly. “Would it be so bad if was just the two of us?”

“No.” It isn’t the first time she has asked the question. I let the word drift alone for a long moment as I watch the way her bikini bottom outlines the hips without thighs and tightly covers her mound.

Before I speak, she says, “I don’t want to come between you and some other dream. Amy is a darling.”

“You’re not.”

“But….” Her voice tapered off into nothing.


“I don’t want to jinks anything.” She offers a small groan and just looks up at me, her hand still resting on my stomach.

“I think we are having similar thoughts, you know.” I chuckle.

“That would be wonderful. Maybe I’m getting water logged … ready for another kind of log.” She laughs and I pull her up along my chest.

We emerge from the wooded path, a long cut from the pool, and Lana just in front of me in her wheelchair. I gently push her to our apartment and let her unlock the door. I enjoy watching her do thing and she likes showing off.

“Home again,” she sings as she rolls quietly across the hardwood floor and the door closes behind me.

“That has a special ring,” I tell her before I lean down and give her a long slow kiss.

“Are you trying to loosen me up so you can get into my pants?” She giggles.

“Actually, I was hoping to get them off you.” I walk past and into the bedroom.

“Honey….” She moans as she removes her bikini top, letting her firm breasts be free. The black piece of fabric flies though the air and lands over my face. “All yours.”

“Ah, there’s still another piece down there.”

“Hold your horses. No use taking a shower just yet either.”

“Nope, goin’ to cover each other in ‘love juices’. I laugh and drop the top on the floor.

Lana wipes the sweat from her forehead as she smiles at me. “Honey, I’ve never enjoyed it as much as with you.” She snickers. “Smokin'” She rolls over against me, an arm draped casually over my chest.

My lips find hers and enjoy them for a while; my hand plays with different places. “Hmmm,” I mumble and stare into her eyes.


“Just thinking how nice it is to be with you.”

Her hand roams my body and finds the erection. Fingers slip though the fresh coating on my shaft.

“No, not just that.” I snicker. “I find so much. I know we’ve only known each other a relatively short time, but it just feels so ‘right’.”

Her grip encourages greater firmness and slides along the shaft a few times before rubbing it though her opening then feeding it inside. “Love it in there. It belongs.”

I slowly thrust in part way and withdraw it for a while. “What are you suggesting?”

Her fingertip teases my nipple and her lips peck mine. “If she doesn’t want to be here, that’d be fine with me.”

“I thought you two were pals.”

“Pals, yeah-h. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy her in many ways … sexually too.” She snickers. “I like men more and I love you.” She pecks a kiss. “I don’t want to scare you off. I do think you love me, maybe more than I love you, if that’s possible ’cause I’m crazy in love with you. There, I said it.”

“I overheard her on the phone with Jake a few nights ago. I think she’s moving back with him.”


“Yeah, hmmm. I was smitten with Amy the first time I saw her in my class. Nothing will ever compare to how I felt the first time I saw you, nothing. You’re right, I do love you.”

Lana kisses me passionately as I pull her atop me still inside. Her hips rock and grind over the erection, her breasts sway and flail.

“I’m glad, well, more than ‘glad’.” She giggles, still working on the erection. “Amy mentioned something to me the other day. You were in the kitchen or some place, anyway, we were talking about love and life. She said she suspected I was more in love with you than she might be.”



“Is that what this is all about?”

“You’re not angry?”

“Hardly.” I laugh and grab a breast, squeeze it then just knead it. “I was wondering how she felt, how I felt about her. Maybe if I’d never met you….”

“But we did meet. I know I found a man I could always be happy with … no guarantees.” She chuckles, still working her hips. “And I’m glad about it. You know about why I don’t have legs and you like me ‘this way’.” She waves her hands over the legless hips. “All gone … no thigh, no stump.”

She rests her hands on my shoulders and looks down, the long black hair teasing my face. “We’re the same age. You dig Asian chicks.” She snickers. “We ‘are’ sexier than other women.” She chuckles.

“Yup. Had I designed my perfect woman, it would have been identical to you.”

“And you’d been the perfect man.”

The short black dress provides just the perfect accent to Lana as I follow behind her though the formal restaurant. The host removes a chair and she parks along the table edge next to me. I take her hand and cradle it in mine.

“Two glasses of merlot, please.” He nods and leaves the unfolded menus in front of us.

“You’re such a gentleman.” She squeezes my hand for a moment. “That’s part of why I love you so much.”

I lean close to her ear and whisper, “not just a good fuck, huh?” I leave a small kiss on her ear and sit back up, grinning.


The wine arrives before she finishes the thought. She clicks the glasses together, takes a sip. “And a wine coinsure on top of everything else.” She sips again.

“Still many talents you haven’t discovered yet.”

“It was best that I tell Amy. She didn’t seem upset, almost relieved.”


“She and Jake seem to have a hoard of amputees out there … Wendy is there, a guy Amy’s age…. I lost track.”

During the Thanksgiving holiday, we fly to the Bahamas. Lana’s wheelchair survives the flight. We do too. It is interesting to watch her carried down the aisle of the plane in the narrow aisle chair.

The grounds of the Cape Juan Resort are breathtaking. A wide boardwalk trails a large lagoon and the crystal clear turquoise water of the ocean are just on the other side of a pure white sandy beach. Our room is a detached private structure like the two other accessible rooms down the paved path that leads to the pool area and restaurant. A bar with thatched roof is at the end of a pier. Rather than bar stools, they have swings with large woven seats, hanging from the roof.

Lana wears her black bikini and swings back and forth, a little in each direction, sipping her rum punch. She smiles at the bartender and holds the glass up towards him.

“Careful, don’t fall out of that.”

“The swing or my top?” She chuckles.

“Wouldn’t mind if you fell out of that top, lovely lady.” He laughs and hands me my drink. He mumbles something under his breath.

Looking at him over the rim of the glass after I swallow my first sip, I say, “Thanks, must be a rough life. Making drinks for beautiful people, all in paradise.” I look around and two women with quite skimpy tops talk at the far end of the bar.

“Yeah, man. When it gets busy later, it’s more fun. Wait until tonight.” He walks over to the two women and chats them up.

I lean in and kiss Lana as the swing stops. “Want a push?”

She shakes her head a few times and sips more of the drink. “Want you, though.” She chuckles. “Never will get enough.”

“Me either.”

“Maybe you could carry me out into that lovely water.” She glances out over the turquoise water past the white sand.

I lean close, my lips lightly kissing her ear. “Looks quiet out there, maybe I could slip your bikini bottom off.”

Her head turns so her lips are close. “What then? Maybe you could ‘do me’.” She snickers.

“I love your mind.”

“Ha, that ain’t all.”

We finish the drinks and I leave the glasses on the bar with a nod of my head. The bartender is busy looking down the canyons the woman’s cleavage and ignores us. I scoop Lana into my hand, one of hers casually draped over my neck, and stroll towards the beach. A man and woman pass, she says something complementary about me carrying Lana. Lana offers a pleasant reply.

“Glad people don’t get weird about me carrying you.”

“Not like we’ve seen that many people. Day’s still young.”

The water is warm like a bath and the white sand like a bowl of sugar extending all the way to dark blue water hundreds of feet out. It remains shallow for a ways then quickly becomes deeper. I step back several feet, so our waists are below the surface.

“Just don’t lose it,” she implores me as I strip off her bikini bottom. I hold it up for her to see and then shove it in our towel bag slung over my shoulder. “People ‘would’ stare.”

I look into the clear water at the naked legless hips resting in my hands, give her a kiss and finger her mound then slip a finger inside.

“Hmmm, I like dangling here, naked. No fishies going to nibble my toes.”

“Thank god. No toes, no legs, that is.” I push at my waistband and work my trunks down over my feet without dropping her. A slight kick brings them up enough I can grab and stuff them in the bag. “Never done anything like this.”

“Me either.”

“Well, here’s to exploring.” I let her slide along my shaft until she’s fully on. My hands stroke her back up to her neck. “I love you.”

“More than anything.”

“I’m sorry if I came between you and Amy.”

“If you did, it’s okay, but you didn’t. I’d rather be with you more than anyone.” As I slide her up and back along my chest, she leans close to kiss me. I lose track of where we are or if people might be near. The kiss deepens and the motion continues.

“There’s a nude beach down the way,” a female voice says from close by.

“Sorry,” Lana says as I look around to find who has spoken. As the water drains from my eyes and I finally see, it is one of the women from the bar.

“Don’t be. I’m Rachael. I was at the bar, couldn’t help but notice you in the swing.”

I make the introductions still impaling Lana. “A bit awkward I’m afraid.” I chuckle.

“Don’t mind me. I’m enjoying the show.” She sighs deeply and looks at Lana. “I just wanted to say how much I admired you back at the bar. The way you sat in the swing.”

“Not having legs isn’t a big deal. Besides, it gave me a chance to meet Sam.”


“Yup. He has a thing for women like me.” Lana giggles and looks at me. “Don’t you?”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Then maybe you would understand how I’m fascinated too,” Rachael says.

“Sure, not a problem,” Lana says, as my erection fades enough I fall out. “Do you just look or perhaps want to be missing something?”

“If you’d like to ‘dress’….” Rachael whispers.

I realize I don’t know how to hold Lana, and get my trunks out of the bag and back on. Maybe it is the puzzled look on my face. Rachael offers to hold Lana and she cradles her against her chest.

“So light,” Rachael says.

“Wasn’t very heavy before.” Lana giggles. “How’s it feel?”

“Damn exciting.”

With my trunks on, I pull Lana’s swimsuit bottom over her hips and take her back. We walk towards the beach and sit in the sand facing the ocean.

“Would I like to be missing something?” Rachael says wistfully, and then answers her own question. “My left leg, quite high on the thigh.” She glances at us then smiles. “My husband and I own this resort and a few others in the Caribbean. A few weeks ago, we had a couple stay here. The wife was like that. Stunning, couldn’t take my eyes off her. Mind you, this isn’t a new desire for me, life long. Don’t know why. Never told anyone.”

Lana rubs a hand light over her back and they look at each other for a moment.

“So, I noticed George, my husband, looking at her and I asked how he’d feel if I were like that. He didn’t answer and I told him about my longing to be like her.”

“What’d he say?” I ask.

“He loves sex with me too much to say anything negative.” Rachael laughs. “Besides, I indulge his fantasies all the time.” She laughs again.

“What’s that?” Lana asks.

“He likes to watch me with another woman. I don’t mind. It gets him nicely turned on. Lori, the woman that runs the resort’s dive boat.” She looks at us for a moment. “Have dinner with us tonight. I’ll have the chef prepare us some nice filet mignon and serve us in a private dinning room.”


“It’ll be fun. I’d love to talk to you more about how ‘this’ happened.” She waves a hand past Lana’s hips. “I’ll invite Lori. She knows about my ‘leg thing’. You’ll both like her.”

“Fantastic,” I say.

Rachael stands and brushes the sand away. “About six?” She watches us nod. “The nude beach is just past that wall.” She points down the beach, snickers, and walks away.

We watch until she is out of sight. “Something out of a story,” Lana musses as I pick her up and begin walking towards the wall.

The tissue thin white dress leaves little of Lana’s body to the imagination as she rolls her wheelchair along the pathway beside me. Rachael had given us directions and assured that everything was quite accessible.

“Hey,” Rachael says with her hand high in the air waving.

“Wow,” I whisper, as I look at her then at a woman even lovelier beside her. The pixy cut brown hair frames a perfect face with kissable lips with perfectly applied red lipstick. A short cream-colored skirt shows off long legs with feet adorn with sandals. The white blouse rests tightly over smallish breasts.

“Well, do you approve?” she asks as she extends her hand. “I’m Lori.” I give the hand a soft shake and kiss her cheek. “You must be Lana. I don’t think she’s said anything but Lana this and Lana that all afternoon. Now I see why.”

“George is inside working on his second whiskey.” Rachael chuckles and leads us to the dinning room.

“An angel,” he says as he approaches Lana then gives her a friendly kiss on each cheek. “Sure you don’t want to be like her?” he says as he looks at Rachael.

“I know, she’s beautiful,” Rachael says. “Rum punch, a whiskey?” she looks towards a young black man behind a table of liquor bottles. “James will help you. He can get you most anything.”

We settle around a large round table. A chair is already missing and Lana parks there. I sit next to her and Lori beside me. Rachael sits next to Lana.

“Here’s to new friends,” George toasts with his glass in the air. We all raise our glasses and then sip. “How is your stay?”

“Like heaven,” Lana says. “The swings in the bar are fun.”

“I hear you like the ocean.” Lori snickers. “Rachael mentioned….”

“Shhh,” Rachael cuts in.

“The nude beach was wonderful,” I say, ignoring the reference to our sexual interlude in the ocean. My gaze remains on Lori and she notices. “I hear you have a dive boat.”

“I usually do two runs a day. Do either of you dive?”

“I’m certified, but without my legs….”

“Don’t be silly. I’ve got a sea scooter, you hold it and it’ll pull you along.”

“Wow, I’d like to see that.”

“Listen, tomorrow morning, late, we’ll go out. Rachael can come, just the four of us. Sorry George, I know you will be too busy.” She smiles at him.

“Yeah, I’m flying over to the mainland.”

James replaces the glasses with fresh drinks and another young black man serves plates of salad.

“They both know about my leg. I’d love to know how you managed to….”

“Pretty simple. There’s a doctor willing and ready. You just explain what you want, give him a suitcase full of money, and presto.” Lana laughs.

“Oh my-y,” Rachael drawls. “Money sure the fuck isn’t a problem.” She chuckles. “What, just point and he cuts?”

“Pretty much so. He understands and will do what you want.”

“Many people do this?” he asks.

“More than you might think. Men and women, straight, gay, lesbian, whatever.”

“She pointed out a woman with one leg here a while back,” he says. “Damn lovely. Got around on one crutch. Told me she wanted to be that way. She’s a little headstrong. No stopping her once she gets it in her head. She’ll be beautiful to me no matter.”

Lori looks at Rachael then him. “You should offer discounts to amputees.”

“Hmmm.” He rubs his chin then takes a bite of the salad.

“Going diving sounds fun,” Lana says. “I can’t wait.”

“I know some nice places. Real clear water, warm, and colorful fish. Makes an aquarium look boring.” She forks a bite of salad into her mouth and talks while chewing. “Since you liked the nude beach, we could dive in the buff if you want.”

“Really?” I say.

“Nice people,” Lana says as we make our way along the path back to the room.

“It’d be rough to have to live here,” I tease.

“A slice of heaven for sure. A sea scooter?”

“Sounds like just the perfect thing to let you dive again. Been a while since I’ve been diving. Guess since high school.”

“I love being in the water. Saw that someone adapted a Segway for use by amputees and goes on the beach.”

“Hmmm, if we lived here, I guess we could get one for you.”

“Are you sure we have to go home?”

Lori’s boat, the ‘Honey Do’, is larger than I expect and she holds it against the dock as I carry Lana onboard.

“I often have a dozen people,” she explains as she unties the boat and jumps back on. “We’re going about thirty minutes out.” She fires the motors and pushes on the throttles.

“Nice day,” Rachael says as she reclines on a bench. “You comfortable?” she asks Lana.

“Yeah, fine. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

As we clear the harbor and get away from other boats, Rachael unbuttons her blouse and lets it blow open. “Gotta air out the boobs.”

“Nice ones too,” Lori teases.

“Almost too big. Lana’s are perfect.”

“Thanks. Asian genes helped me.” She laughs and slips the khaki shorts off leaving all bare below the waist.

“Goddamn-n,” Lori drawls. “Nice.” She pushes the sunglasses up her nose and continues to stare.

“Don’t get that often, ‘cept from Sam.”

“Amy used to get pretty hot and bothered too.”

“Who’s Amy?” Rachael asks as she adjusts the baseball cap.

“A woman back home. Met her at the doctors. She lived with us for a short time, then moved back with her father. They have a ‘thing’.” Lana chuckles.

“The three of you?” Lori quizzes then looks back after checking if other boats are around. “Guess she told you we do that for George.” She snickers.

Rachael drags a hand between her thighs a few times. “Looking at both of you makes my pussy beg. Sorry Sam.”

“I understand.” I laugh.

Lori glances forward for a moment then back. “She showed me the woman with one leg. I didn’t mind looking at her at ‘all’.”

“So you won’t mind when Rachael has one leg?” I ask.

“Never touched a stump, but no, I won’t.”

Lana lies on her stomach, head turned to one side resting on her arm.

“And a nice ass too,” Lori shrieks. “Don’t make me wreck the boat,” she teases as she playfully swerves.

Lori ties the boat to a large float, no land for miles in any direction. “My private hole,” she says. She carries the first two tanks to the back of the boat then returns with two more. “Flippers and masks in below the seats. Help yourself.” She undresses. The rest of us do too.

I stand on the dive platform at the back of the boat and Rachael hands Lana down to me so I can help strap on the tank. The mask rests lightly on her forehead. “Feels strange,” she says. “Tank is bigger than me now that I don’t have legs.”

“You’ll do just fine,” Lori says. The tank already on her back, she climbs down with the sea scooter in her hand. “Let me get in first and I’ll stay with you. Rachael can take care of Sam.” She falls backwards and surfaces then guides Lana over the edge. “You okay?”

Lana clears her mask and takes a few breaths from the mouthpiece. “Yeah.”

“Hold onto me and we’ll share the scooter until you see how to use it.” With that, they both dive down.

Rachael gives me a playful kiss on the lips. “This’ll be fun.”

We both fall backwards into the water. I feel her hand grab mine and we follow. After a few feet, she looks at me and gives me the thumbs up signal she is okay. I return the signal, still holding her hand, still looking at the naked woman next to me.

Lori points to each control and uses it to show what it does. She gives thumbs up and nods her head. Lana returns the signal and is on her own as she drives the scooter in a large circle around Lori. She gives another thumbs up and Lori kicks the flippers swimming though a large school of colorful fish.

Rachael pulls my hand and points away from Lori and Lana. I follow her finger and see beautiful fish I’ve only seen in books. I feel her hand against my hip for a long moment and I see a huge grin inside her mask. I give her thumbs up and grip her hip. She nods.

It feels like just a few minutes, but my watch says we were down for nearly an hour. Lori lifts Lana to the dive platform then puts the scooter next to her. “Just sit there,” she says and pulls herself onboard.

“That was so great,” Lana says then gives Lori a kiss on the lips.

“I have some smaller tanks that might be better for you. I wanted you to try this size today just to see.”

“That scooter is perfect.”

“I’ve got another. I’ll bring it next time so I can keep up with you.”

“I’d like that. I never expected to make a new friend here.” She gives her another kiss as Lori unbuckles the tank.

“We’re waiting!” Rachael playfully yells.

“Yeah, need a bigger platform,” I add.

“Or a bed,” Rachael teases.

“Hold your horses,” Lori scolds as she puts the tanks over the gunwale and then lifts Lana onboard.

I help her stow the tanks away from the full ones, often looking at her still naked body. “Be shame to have to dress.” I snicker, a bare hip right by my face. I’m tempted to kiss it, but don’t.

She pushes the tanned skin against my lips. “Go ahead, you want too, right?” She laughs as she rubs the skin over my mouth. “Very nice, baby.”

I look back and Lori and Rachael are kissing. Lori spins around. “Just thanking our host.” She laughs.

“There’s a pitcher of rum punch. It’s usually a nice way to end a good dive. I have a group this afternoon so I shouldn’t.”

The boat bounces over low waves as we sip our drinks. It does feel strange to be dressed again.

The five of us again have dinner together. Already it seems like a family, but I know in a few days we will be saying goodbye to them and paradise.

George pushes his empty plate away and James silently removes it before it moves more than an inch. “Rachael heard back from your doctor.” He turns his head to look more directly at Lana. “I just want to thank you for giving her something I could not.”

“My pleasure,” Lana says. A smile remains before she sips the last of the drink. James quickly replaces the glass with a fresh one. “This is my idea of paradise. I hate to leave. Rachael and Lori were so nice to us on the dive. I felt so free.”

“I have a proposal. Hear me out, please.” He sips his drink. “We need another accountant. You said that’s what you do. The town needs a math teacher. I know it’s only a high school and not a fancy college.” He flips his hand as if he is swatting a fly away then holds it up as if he is stopping traffic. “I have ‘friends’ on the school board. I also have some rental homes … great views, nice places, mind you. I can make it worth your while to move here … moving expenses, free rent, double what you’re making now. Think about it.”

My mouth dangles open slightly less than Lana’s mouth. “You don’t know what we make….”

Hush. It doesn’t matter. Does it? Money no longer means anything to me. It’s like Monopoly money … just pieces of paper. Rachael and I’ve talked, even talked with Lori. All of us ‘really’ would like you to live here.” Rachael and Lori have big smiles and nod their heads.

“There’s no way to turn such an offer down, not after the past few days,” Lana says.

“We don’t have much ‘stuff’,” I say.

“Other than keepsakes, toss it. I’ll buy you new ‘stuff’.” He roars with laughter. “I have a jet, fly you both home and back. A phone call will line up some movers to pack and toss ‘stuff’.”

Lana and I look at each other and back at George then back at each other a few times.

Weather at the resort Christmas day is perfect, warm with a light sea breeze blowing though the grove of trees surrounded by lawn. A small group gathers for our wedding – George, Rachael, Lori, some of the resort staff. Guests at the resort watch from a distance. It is brief, a few words from the minister, an exchange of rings, a kiss, some wet eyes in the audience. It is the right thing. We will be together anyway.

Rachael is becoming more proficient on crutches, her leg off as she wanted. Her short white dress reveals the single limb with the white high heal as she moves towards me. “You two were made for each other,” she coos as she leans close with erect nipples drilling my chest through the thin fabric of her dress, her tongue searching my mouth nicely. All too quickly, the kiss ends and she steps back a step.

“Love the new home.” I smile and George takes my hand and pumps it awhile. “Lana is having a grand time on the modified Segway,” I tell him as he lets go of my hand.

“I’m thinking about getting a few for the resort along with more of the sea scooters. Maybe we can attract more amputees.” He pats me on the shoulder. “I can’t thank you enough for helping Rachael.” He leans close and whispers in my ear, “Starting to see what you find so interesting about amputees.” He chuckles as he pulls back. I’ve seen her in a thong since the amputation and she is very exciting.

I look around and Lori is kneeling in front of Lana’s wheelchair talking to her, though I can’t hear any of the conversation. Lori’s hand pats the cushion several times before it strokes Lana’s cheek. They turn and move closer.

“Can’t wait to go out diving again,” Lana says. “Such freedom and such a great dive partner.” She glances at Lori.

“Hear you’re all over the beach on the Segway,” George says.

“Yes, that was a wonderful wedding gift.”

He leans down and accepts a kiss. “Maybe we can talk Lori into going to the doctor. Then I might just have to learn to dive.” He laughs heartily as we look at Lori blushing, but with a big smile and nodding her head.

With a wave, we return to our house on the beach less than a mile from the resort along a path beside the street. Watching Lana rolling along thrills me as much now as when I first met her. I can’t imagine the thrill ever being less. We have wonderful friends who understand.

Life is good in paradise.

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