Chapter 2

I reached out and touched her forearm, more of a comfort touch. She laid her arm down, our hands now resting on each other’s forearm, her fingers stroking my skin lightly.

“That’s kind of you.” She wiped the tear away with her free hand before taking a sip of beer.

I was quiet for a moment. “Sorry, I was just undressing you.” I smiled, letting the smile grow larger. I pushed my bare foot forward, our big toes touching. I could feel hers move up and down against mine.

“That would be nice. I love your face. I’m melting just looking at it.”

Walking side by side towards my place, I looked to the side; happy to know I wasn’t alone right now. Hoped she felt the same way. Felt like that was a safe bet.

I felt her hand touch my wrist. “Can I hold your hand?”

“Just rest it over mine.”

We walked hand in hand, at least as good as possible on crutches.

“You look good like that, you know, with one leg.”

Even if she was just being nice, I appreciated the comment.

“Well this is my abode. At least I can hear the ocean at night.”

A healthy life insurance policy from my parent’s death in a plane crash made it possible for me to just be a beach bum. Didn’t live in a gilded palace, but it was nice enough.

“At least it has you in it. That’s enough for me right now.” She led me to my bedroom and lay next to me.

Our lips touched for the first time and the clouds parted, the sun came out. I could feel the moisture building between my legs while our tongues were touching, rubbing, and batting back and forth. I’d had lovers off and on all my life, when I had both legs and afterwards. I’d forgotten how electric a great kiss could be. I’d probably never had one quite as nice as this one.

My fingertip touched her nipple through the cloth, skipping a feel of her breast. No bra. Nice. I ran my finger over it more and felt it getting less soft, it standing up for my touch.

She took my hand and put it under her blouse.

“I like your touch there.”

Her hand slid across my stomach and under my cutoffs. I unsnapped the button. Her fingers were lost in the swamp of my gushing pussy.

“Feels nice without hair.”

A fingertip explored between the swollen lips, taking its time to avoid missing anything. It was near my clit, it touched.

“I think you liked that?”

She whispered, looking deep into my eyes. “What do you like to call all of this, where my hand is?”

“My pussy. My cunt.”

I felt a shudder run through her body.

“That excited you, calling it ‘my cunt’?”

“Hell yeah! Love all those words, a lot.”

“Does my slut want to fuck me?” I almost thought she had an orgasm when I said that.

“You don’t know what you just did to me. Fuck me bitch, fuck me good and hard.” She now had a devilish grin.

I was so glad the neighbors often were loud about their love making, because last night in my bedroom was like two wildcats trying everything in the lesbian version of ‘Joy of Love’.

I tried to talk Patricia into calling in sick, but she didn’t have any sick days left. I dozed off for a short nap after she left, then headed to the boardwalk for breakfast and some people watching.

Leaning against a light pole, watching all the people walk around, I noticed a man leaning on the railing near me.

He looked at me. “Bummer.”

“About my leg or your ugly face?”

“Bitch. Bet you can’t get any!”

“More than you baby!”

He huffed as he hurried away.

I tried to calm down, couldn’t. Some people were just rude. Most were considerate. I went to the Starbucks and got a double shot. Made me think of the old song ‘Double shot of my baby’s love’, made me think of last night. Couldn’t wait to see Patricia again.

Didn’t last long at the beach, soon the clouds came, and rain poured. I was soaked by the time I got home. Of course the rain stopped just as I stepped inside. The shower felt better than the rain, both warm, both fresh, actually both nice. Wouldn’t have minded standing naked in the rain, but naked in the shower was good. The stream from the nozzle was different. It was hard to make the rain pulse and hard to direct it between my legs.

Dry now, beer in hand, a second ready on the low table, still naked, I lay on the couch, mostly sitting up against the arm, my beer dangling from my fingers. A sip, a gulp, and I started the second one. I felt a comfortable buzz as I fell asleep.

“Beth, I love the feel of your bottom, your cheeks, your ass, and your crack. It feels so good against my lips and my tongue. Your skin tastes so delicious. Every part makes me hungry for another part.”

“Patricia, you take me to places I’ve not been in such a long time. Your fingers make love to me in such nice ways.”

I almost woke up; I fought to keep the dream going.

“Your clit feels so nice against my tongue. I love to nibble on it.”

“Yes … just like that my lovely slut.”

“Talk like that may get me so turned on I can’t control myself.”

“Put your long wide tongue deep into my cunt. Make me roar bitch.”

Again I fought hard to not lose this dream, but I woke up too much. Sitting up a little, I mumbled, “Damn!” I reached over and chugged the rest of the second beer.

Standing by the open window, my long hair blew in the breeze. It was more humid now from the rain, and I was starting to get hot. Much like between my legs, humid and hot.

I had a table at ‘Burgers and More’ and 2 cold dripping beers waiting. I was dripping too.

Patricia bounced, almost skipping, between the tables. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “How’s my lovely pussy licker?”

“Ready, willing, and able. Hi love! You’re beer is ready to be held in that sweet hand of yours.”

“It’s dripping about as much as me.”

“Just thought that myself.” I noticed a few people glance our way as I realized we might have been a little loud. We just laughed since there was nothing we could do about it now.

After dinner, we leaned forward against the railing of the boardwalk looking at the full moon over the ocean, the clear sky, and the stars. Her hand rested on my back, rubbing it a little.

“Long day, thought about you today Beth. … Bunches.”

“Pretty long day for me too. Dreamed about you.”

“It was about last night, a wonderful night. Like tonight will be.”

The rest of the summer was splendid. Sunny days with the sun on my body, hot nights with her mouth on my body. She was great to be with, we had so much in common, and even those places there were a mismatch, it didn’t seem to cause any conflicts. Eventually she moved in with me. Though I wasn’t able to talk her into not working, she didn’t need to with my money, she started working just a few days a week. The extra time we had together was a joy.

Patricia woke me up gently sucking on my nipple.

“Such a nice way to wake up darling.”

“Such a nice nipple.”

We kissed for a while, just kissed. Sometimes that is all that is needed to tell the other person ‘I love you’ or ‘you’re the only one’. It was so easy to lie there next to her, our bodies separated by a few atoms. I could sometimes almost feel her spinning atoms mixing with mine. Maybe it was only the light fine hair on her body touching mine. She was easy to be with, to be against.

“Remember that dream you had a few months ago? The one with the married woman?”

“Beverly? What made you think about her?”

“I had a similar dream last night. Only the husband made love to me in the afternoon. I think his name was Frank, maybe Fred, no it was Frank.”

“How strange. Ever slept with a guy?”

“Not in a very long time. Very, very long.”

“Lots of my dreams are just too weird to understand.”

“This was so real, like yours.”

“Want to get a dildo or maybe a guy?”

“No, no. Neither. I’d rather have Beverly than Frank any day.”

“I thought maybe she’d rather have either or both of us.”

Saturday was always more crowded along the boardwalk and the beach, this was no exception. We could barely move. I wished I could walk along the sand. Oh I could, it was just more difficult than it was worth most of the time.

We stopped and leaned against the railing, just watching for a while, holding hands, smooching a little.

“Excuse me? Where is the ‘Burgers and More’?” It took me a moment to realize a nice looking man was asking us for directions.

I pointed across the boardwalk. “It’s the crowded place.”

“Thanks. This is Beverly and I’m Frank. I just wanted to say what a nice couple you make.”

Beverly looked at me, then Patricia. There was a little twinkle in her eyes. Maybe just the way the sun was shining. “Please join us for lunch. We’re just visiting.”

“Sure. We know everyone there, maybe we can cut in front of that line.”

“Then I’ll just have to hit them with my crutches.” I laughed and lightly slapped my hip to let them know I was only kidding. My humor is sometimes too dry for some people to catch on that I’m just making a joke.

They waited at the end of the line while I walked up to Susan who was taking names. She pointed at a table being cleaned off and I nodded my head. Before walking to the table, I turned to the front of the line, looked down at my foot, shrugged my shoulders, and said “Sorry”. A few women mumbled something like “Don’t worry”, and then punched their guys with a fist.

“How’d you do that?”

“Just one of the benefits of being on crutches.”

“Yeah, from maybe 70 miles away. We like to come here once a month or so. Some days, Beverly comes here by herself. How’d you two meet?”

“I sat at that very table over there, the one for two by the building. It had the only seat left that night. Patricia sat down. Two strangers. A lot like the 4 of us. Not for long I know.”

Beverly laid her hand on mine. “That is so sweet. Glad I had a chance to meet both of you. Already feels like I’ve known both of you.”