Chapter 4

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

“Let me take some pictures of you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so sweet to me.”

“Let’s go home and cuddle.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What does it feel like to have this?”

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

“Like it just ends at the end of it.”

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

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

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

“It’s special.” I whispered.

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

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

“I like it that short.”

“You wanted it this way?”

“Yes. Ever use crutches?”

“Feel free. I even have another pair.”

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

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

“No that’s about right.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t mind if you want to do that.”

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

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

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

Done. The last exam over. Home at last.

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

“Let’s go sleep for a month.”

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

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

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

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