Look at us now

	I knocked on the door twice -Michel...? It is me, Johnny- -Well, come on
in!-  I pushed the door and entered her bedroom. The room was very dark as
usual, the only light came from the TV set. I could see her silhouette on the
bed, brushing her hair slowly. It took my eyes a while to get used to the
dark. In the mean time a stepped on an empty bottle and slammed hard on the
floor. The figure on the bed tried to suffocate her laughter without much
success. Her name was Michel Kepler, my next door neighbor, a very voluptuous,
curvaceous, beautiful  brunette in her early thirties. I often performed minor
repairs and maintenance for her around the house. This time I had come on my
own, I was convinced she had been drinking and feared she might do something
stupid. She suffered from chronic depression and drinking was her way to cope.
I saw several more empty bottles on her night table and on the floor and
started picking them up. I fixed the bed, took a last bottle from her and
helped her get under the covers. Surprisingly, she did not complain; being a
very independent woman, she hated being told what to do no matter how
reasonably put. So far so good, I said to myself, the usual drill; I will stay
until she falls asleep, then lock everything up and go.
	She anticipated my train of thought. -Johnny, stay a while, yes? I'm
feeling sooo lonely tonight- Here we go, I thought. She sent the covers flying
and incorporated, sitting up again, facing me and I sat at the edge of the
bed, she looked at me and smiled -You are all right, kid. Checking on this
cripple on a Friday evening... What am I going to do with you?-. Contrary to
what I thought she was not drunk at all -You could take it easy for a while
with that stuff- I said, pointing to the beer bottles. -What for? No one cares
about me!-. Well, I had heard that line before, it meant, "I am feeling like
crap right now". She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Her breasts pressing
against the fabric made me realize she got no bra on. I massaged her
shoulders, her breasts went from side to side with a soft cadence. I continued
massaging her, dipping my fingers in her smooth skin. It was a delicious
feeling, I always thought the pleasure was all mine when it came to touching
her. I felt her body slowly relax, while some parts of mine got tense or
otherwise very hard. -Mmm... Keep on going this feels soooo good... My neck
has been hurting all day...-. I continue massaging her. I had to close my
eyes, it was the only way I will stop staring at her.
	A few years back she had been involved in a train accident. A surgical
team operated on her for seven hours and change. They saved her life, but they
could not save even one of her shattered limbs. Her legs were amputated below
the knees, but subsequent stump revisions shortened them and deprived her of
the benefits of having the articulations. Her arms ended three or four inches
below the elbows. She had always been heavyset and all her stumps where fat,
thick and plump contractions, simulating large sausages. They did not shrink
much and her prostheses fitted very tight. She used split hooks for hands
exceedingly well but preferred her little electric car to her prosthetic legs.
She was very conscious of her disfigurements, as she called them. The primary
reason for avoiding outdoor activities was enduring scrutinizing looks, and
demeaning comments and jokes. I did not mind at all "wasting" my Friday there
giving her a massage. That was one of the few ways I could in fact come into
physical contact with her. I always liked her, even after she became a
quadruple amputee. Roughly, all her former admirers disappeared right after
the accident, not me. To me she was just different, and her womanhood wasn't
taken along with her limbs! -Am I so horrible that you can't even look at me
straight for a few minutes?-. She sounded deeply hurt and I decided right
there and them to let her know where I stood.
	-Quite contraire, I find you very attractive. As attractive as the moment
I first laid eyes on you-. Yet, I could not open my eyes, I was afraid of
losing my little foothold on her shoulders. Something cold and pointy touched
my hand, courtly but firmly pushing it off. -John, do not play with me. I'll
understand if you think my sight is a turn off, right down disgusting. I
expect that from people, just don't lie to me, tell me to my face!- I stopped
cold, her beautiful eyes where looking at me behind a cascade of tears. She
had been crying all this time! My hands, trembling now like leaves in autumn,
barely reached her checks, wiping off her tears. -Where did you gather the
notion that you are ugly? Yes, I find you very attractive! I just don't want
to annoy you... staring, like an idiot... I know how much that vexes you...
Please, don't cry, I'll do anything to make you happy...- -Why are you doing
this... coming here for... pity...?-. The tears were still coming but I sensed
a little bit of curiosity in her tone. She wants to make sure I am not pulling
her leg, I thought. -Noo... Why is it so hard for you to accept I could be
interested in you?- -Because you will be the first man in almost five years
that sees me as a woman instead of a thing or a patient or a basket case...
Look, I am flattered, I fantasized about it every night, but I gave up on men
a while ago... Who could think of me as worthwhile?- -You have fantasies with
me?- -Yes, chomp! I have feelings, desires and needs like any other woman... I
just imagine myself whole...- -What is wrong with your present body? Your
abbreviated form makes you the sexiest woman I have ever seen!-. Her hooks
were suspended in mid air. 
	-You mean my lack of arms and legs turns you on?- -Yes...- -Let me get
this! You like overweight women with amputated limbs?!- -No... Just you-. She
reached for the lamp on her night table and turned it on. Then, without
warning, she rammed the remnant of her left leg between my legs, reaching,
rubbing the end of the stump against my manhood. She was more surprised than I
was upon discovering my hard-on! Her stump kept moving about for a while
longer then she shifted position to keep her balance. She looked at me in
disbelieve, then pushed her arms back with resolve, dislodging from her
shoulders the harness holding the prostheses. A few more jolts later her arms
were free, she rubbed the short portions below her elbows vigorously against
each other. Then, she pulled off the eleastic stump socks with her teeth, the
skin underneath was pink. -Come here, really close... I want to touch you the
only way I can... I want you to feel me...-. We embraced, her arms pulled me
up to her. As we kissed her devilish right thigh played havoc in my groin. I
could not decide between hugging her, caressing her breasts or going for her
stumps so I want back and forth. She squeezed me hard between her mutilated
limbs. The scarred, puffy, round ends poked me around. My fingers explored her
stumps, every groove and cut, I thought I was going to explode with all the
excitement as I squeezed her irregularities. -Ooooh! That feels strange... But
good!... No one has touched my stumps that way, or me for that matter... Just
go easy on them...- I slowly kissed her mangled appendages as I handled them.
-This feels weird, I could not picture somebody doing what you are doing out
of their own free will- -You will be amazed how many men will love to have you
honey- -Huummm-. She still was not sure about me. 
	My hands went up to the beginning of her tits and massaged the soft
tissue. -Go a little further down-. She whispered in my ear, sticking her
tongue in. I wanted to go slow but my hands had other plans. They located her
big nipples and squeezed them unmercifully over the fabric. She grunted her
pleasure, laud and clear. Her crippled arms found my hands and tried to set
them in a circular motion, the soft flesh on the tips of the stumps flattened
on top of my hands. I gave in to her pressure, encompassing her tits, she
applied her arm stumps to the sides of her tits pushing her melons into my
hands... the remnants of her legs trashed about, slamming down like hammers,
beating up the mattress. -Take off your shirt!- I complied. She would not stop
roaming about my chess with her arms. Her fleshy stumps thoroughly
investigated around my pectorals, my firm stomach. I was no model but my line
of work kept me fit and she was going totally nuts about it! She kissed me
several times, all over, tickling me with her tongue. I pulled her head
towards me as my fingers ran through her hair. -You are a beautiful and
amazing woman. I mean, look at you! How can you doubt that?-. She smiled at me
and buried her face in my chess -Well, thanks... All this time I thought
myself as a freak... A helpless cripple with all these ugly, repulsive stumps
instead of limbs-. I hugged her tenderly -I guess I'll have to work hard at
making you forget certain things and I have wasted so much time already!-
	She took off her T-shirt by rolling it up with her arms. Say! That is a
nice trick!- I said. -That's nothing, I can do so much more with these
babies...- she answered, pointing with her chin at her arms, extended in front
of her in my direction -I have to get by with these every time I take off my
prosthetic hooks, usually at the end of the day. When my stumps get sore and I
can't wear my prostheses. Or I am doing something that requires me to feel, to
touch... You see, the hooks could be ugly and obvious but they are very
functional. I prefer them to the many other prosthetics I have tried. The
problem is I can't feel a damn thing with them-. As I sat there taking in what
she had said she lay down on her back, her stump arms pressing down on her
hardened nipples, her aureoles felt as if they were made out of rubber. Her
leg stumps parted in a provocative manner, moving obscenely. She smiled
innocently while my clothes piled on the floor but was a little embarrassed
when I took off her shorts. -You will have to be patient and understanding, I
have not been intimate with anyone in a very long time...- she said, but kept
her thighs apart, apparently mesmerized by my erection.
	I pulled out her panties very slowly, watching as little waves rippled
through her fat shortened legs. Her underwear was very wet up front, some of
her juices had spilled onto the linens where she laid. My hand moved slowly
about her pubic area stirring some more commotion but not going for the prize.
-Uuuhh! Don't tease me now! You are making me mad- Her right thigh reached my
crotch and went up and down, pausing for a minute or two on top of my penis
and his two friends. I felt the full weight of her severed limb on my penis
and could not think of anything more erotic. It felt as if a giant boxing
glove was trying to grab me -Do me, Johnny, lets do it now!-. She was not
begging, her apprehension was gone, it was more like urging me to take her on.
Her stubby legs grabbed me like giant tongs, squeezing, pulling me in. I bend
down caressing her body as we kissed. I went down her torso, kissing and
nibbling until I reached her clit. Instead of fucking I ate her, not as long
as I would had wanted though. She exploded in multiple orgasms very soon, her
little body contorting, rocking out of control. Stumps and cum flying all over
the place. What a sight! The bed was a real mess now but her joy had no bounds
and that was all I wanted.
	She did not let go of me then, her mutilated legs clanged on to me firmly,
but she was not ready to do battle with my stiff cock. I kept kissing her,
handling her delicious stumps and her soft mountains of tit-flesh. The view of
this gorgeous quadruple amputee woman, naked, her stumps sprawling all over,
gave me such a rush! My penis was hurting from been at DEFCOM 1 all this time.
She recuperated swiftly and pulled me closer to her once more. I could not get
enough of her stumps pulling and handling me! The fleshy ends would flatten on
me pressing down hard. She climbed onto my lap, I held on to her huge,
perfectly round ass. Her buttocks were unexpectedly firm, I pull her up
against me as she rubbed her tits against my chess. -Come on! You trick me
before with your hot tongue mister, but you are going to give me the real
thing now!-. Her lips engulfed mine; her tongue forced her way into my mouth.
Her sweet kiss dulled my senses. -Go on big boy... Make me feel like a woman
again...- her whispering turned into moaning as my shaft of flesh went into
her. She was so tight inside! "Patient and understanding" went out the window.
Yet, she was rougher than I was! We got louder as our lovemaking got
underway....
	I woke up next to her, she had an air of accomplishment around her and
looked at me with motherly eyes. Her left arm stump was messing my hair while
her right one rested on my chest. I felt a known weight across my groin, and
sure enough, my hand landed on her massive right leg stump. -Thank you for
last night! It was fantastic- she said with a smile. -No, no, sweet heart, the
pleasure's all mine! I am just sorry I could not knock you a third time...-
-Well, I am glad, you big bully! I feel like checking into a hospital as it
is!-. I chuckle and put my free right hand on her left arm's end. My hands
caressed her stumps lazily -C'mon! Tell the truth, it is not like that!-. She
laughed -No, my baby, I am just wasted... You don't have to work today right?
Can you stay with me?- -Huum... No, I do not have to show up this particular
Saturday and I will kill to stay with you-. She smiled maliciously and kissed
me, her right leg stump went digging in my crotch provoking an instant
erection. -I can't believe I can do that just by rubbing you with one of these
suckers!- she said pulling the offending leg stump up, away from my hand and
pointing it to the ceiling. I grabbed it again and pushed back to where it had
been seconds ago. -You really like this amputee business, don't you?- I nodded
affirmatively which seemed to pleased her very much. 
	-Oh, darling! I thought I would end up an old spinster, cooked up in some
nursing home! I would have never imagined someone like you existed!-. We
kissed in what seemed to be a lovely, wonderful eternity and we made sweet
loving again... Well, our relationship grew steadily. I went to "work" for her
full time (If you can call it working). Gradually replacing all the helping
hands around, I became her cleaning lady, bellboy, walking aid, cook, waiter,
secretary, you name it; but more importantly, her husband. It turned out she
owned a lot of real state, holdings, stocks and had the cleverest mind for
business; you wouldn't never have guessed it by the way she lived. She told me
she used to be a top-notch broker but making money was only a pastime now.
After her accident she saw no purpose in amassing a fortune, she would have
turned it all in for another chance at life with all her limbs. I did not
"cure" her depression right away either, now and then she misses being able
body and feels sad. But I brought back the sexy, coquette, flirting, confident
woman she once was. I made her realized it is all a state of mind, not a
matter of having limbs or not. Not only she fulfilled my fantasies but blew my
mind with her own ones... She got pretty wild at times... Leather outfits,
garter belts and stockings, stump boots, double peg legs... She almost killed
herself walking on them but gave me such a trill!... She also gave me four
children even though child labor was a hell of a thing, not to mention child
rearing... We had the healthiest boys and girl this knock of the woods... They
are all ground up now, with kids of their own.
	The bartender approached us with an inquiring face bringing me back to
reality. I could hear my friends, sitting at a table at the back of the bar.
-It's all right Charlie, I have to get going- John put down his glass and some
money on the counter and turned to face me one last time. We walked towards
the door. -Look here kid, I am not telling you to do anything, after all we do
not know each other and there is nothing to oblige you to take my advice. All
I am saying is treat that girl like a human being, be honest with her. It will
surprise you how able an amputee can be, it all depends on that person's
will... The going is getting tough and it will be great if you stick around.
It sounds like you are in love with her, which is what counts. She is the same
woman you fall in love with, her mind and feelings are still there Daniel.
Everything else could be worked out based on the love you two share, sex is a
minor problem, believe me... Her pretty body would not have lasted any way, we
all age... She needs your support now, forget about your friends, forget about
me, just go with your heart... Take care kid. Good night everybody!-. I look
on as John put on his coat and left, then returned to my seat and finished my
drink, paid and left without getting back to the table in the back. Not tht my
friends noted my absence.
	I was tipsy but got on my Harley anyway and speeded through the deserted
streets. I had Rebecca in my mind all the way, her and everything John had
just told me. I realized I was not an idiot like my friend Andy said back in
the bar. I was in love with this girl and, more significantly, she loved me, a
punk and a troublemaker. Back in high school she picked me instead of one of
those smart boys from her Math or Sciences clubs, or the son of one of her
father's associates, a kid with a fortune behind. She could have had it all
either way, instead she picked me. Well, my father back in 43 did not rescued
his wounded buddies under German machineguns' fire to get medals, he did it
out of loyalty to his friends. That is what he taught me, and Rebecca was more
than my friend! I realized how meaningless my life would be without her and
how much I wanted to be part of hers. Even my old man doubted me sometimes and
then she just smiled and said: "Try harder, I know you can do it". I really
loved my girl. What the hell was I thinking!
	It was past three o'clock in the morning but I could not care less. I
sneaked into the hospital through the ER, the security guy there knew me. I
went to the 8th floor and stood in front of a door numbered 856 with
trepidation. This is crazy! With the corner of my eye I saw the nurse making
her rounds and made up my mind. I open the door, entered the room and closed
the door behind me. Rebecca was the sole occupant of the room. She was very
much asleep and I sat down and watched her. She looked like an angel... A very
well endowed angel! She had been here for a month now, the bruises on her face
and arms were gone. She looked so peaceful in her hospital bed... Next thing I
new I was suffocating! The pillow hit me twice more before I completely woke
up. -What are you doing here!!... You scared me to death!-. The sun was
shinning through the window, the glare bothered me for a long while. -Good
morning Sir Missed-me-not! I am fine, thank you-. I reached for my helmet and
pulled a particular strap inside, my finger retrieved a little bag concealed
in the cavity thus revealed. -I am sorry Reb... I hope you like my excuse...-
	It was past 9:00 AM according to my watch. Rebecca was sitting in a
wheelchair to my side. She was pretty mad, but somewhat relieved to see me
there now. I decided to take it like a man. -You disappeared for a week and a
half!... I thought I would never see you again!... There is a lot of my
friends in the MIA category now... But you!... The thought really hurt- -...
I... I got caught up with things and...-. Her eyes went from my face to my
hands and the little bag between my fingers. She looked a bit curious. -Ok, so
what is it? Are you going to called it quits?-. She might have said it
casually but I knew her, she had been thinking about this for a while. -How
can you think I would do such a thing? Now I am hurt!-. I was joking, trying
to put her at ease. She did not laugh -I am serious Danny, I'll understand. We
have been going out for a long while but otherwise have no commitments. I have
been thinking and...- -And decided to get rid of the crazy biker! Sorry missy,
it is not so easy... Here, this is for you...-. 
	The little bag exchanged hands, she pulled off the scotch tape sealing it
while I casually dropped to my knees. In a few seconds Rebecca was holding a
ring, it had one small diamond atop. -Rebecca, will you marry me?-. Ha! It
took fifteen agonizing minutes for her to say something and then she just
started babbling incoherently. I only had eyes for the two zucchini like
wrappings which ends poked out under the hem of her hospital gown. They had to
amputate both her legs above the knees. Somehow I was able to get out of my
trance. -That is my excuse. Do you like it? I am sorry for the size, I got
this gig... If it happens I will buy you a rock so big you will need a crane
to lift it.... Look, is alright if you say no, I'll understand. A girl like
you, incredible smart, drop dead gorgeous, high class... What are the chances
for a guy like me, right? But seriously, think about it- 
	-I am a cripple now Danny and...- -I love you Rebecca! I always have,
always will. I do not see a cripple when I look at you, that's that. I see my
little angel, as always... Just give me a chance, please, do not brake my
heart on a whim. You know I do not have much to offer, but this big heart of
mine is all yours, and this big head, full with half-baked ideas is all yours
too... Other than you, there is no one out there for me. You are the only one
that can put any sense in my life. When I am with you the whole world
disappears and I'm in Heaven... I love you the same, with or without legs, or
any other body part for that matter, God forbid. I do not want your father's
wealth, or your family's appreciation, or my friends' approval, or the Pope's
benediction... Just say you'll be my queen and I'll build a kingdom of your
liking... I'll do anything you ask, I'm desperate. I'll leave the bikes
business for ever, cut my hear, slow down, kill my dogs... You always hated
them beasts...- -Well, I'll be damned!! Boy, I'll marry you if my daughter
doesn't!-. Rebecca's parents were right behind us. I did not know what to do
then. It was an odd comment since old man Carl Porter and his wife did not
like me much, or so I thought. I did not know how much of my "brilliant"
speech they heard but it got them all emotional. Rebecca was crying too, I got
up to hug and kiss her. Her sweet perfume filled my lungs and took my mind
back to gone days of a memorable summer.
	She looked resplendent in her wedding dress. The ceremony went on without
a hitch. She even stood on her stumps when the minister said, "You may now
kiss the bride"! I could not help picking her up at that moment and carrying
her out. She protested saying she could carry herself out but let me get my
way. Her stumps held on to my hip and then I began to understand John's
attraction. Feeling her stumps pressing against me gave me such a hard on we
ended up having sex in the limousine on our way to the reception! I was wrong
about her parents. It turned out they were scared and apprehensive of my
appearance and modus operandi. That changed when they got to know me, instead
of leasening to the small town rumors about me. In fact, Mr. Porter financed
my first legitimate business venture: a motorcycle dealership and repair shop.
With my dedication and all my acquaintances coming in or recommending me the
business prospered beyond all expectations. We kept my three Dobermans after
all. It is funny but nowadays they get alone much better with Rebecca than
with me. 
	I have not met with John again; even though I passed by the same bar many
times we never coincided. I want to thank him, let him know how happy my life
is, how well things turned out and how crucial his advice was. I kick myself
over every time I remember how close I got to throw it all away. I adore my
little wife, certainly can't live without her. It never ceases to amaze me the
way she brightens my every day, how hard she tries and succeeds at fulfilling
our dreams. It breaks my heart still to see all the hardships she endures
because of her leglessnes. But for what it is worth, and for all of you
"perverts" out there: she is the greatest in bed. She really knows how to work
those stumps on me. Like I said, I do not have the slightest regret.