Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll get in trouble.”

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

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

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

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

“Some. Gives me a real rush.”

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

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

“I’ll always have room for that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh no, just some reading.”

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

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