Sandwiches

By Peggy Buxton

Carla ate another bite of sandwich. She looked up the term in the context of the story.

'Sandwich - when three people make love with one in the middle, usually of the opposite gender from the outside pair.'

Fingers tightened. A dollop of mayonnaise oozed from the middle. "Oops, someone just came." She laughed, fingering a gingerbread cookie in the shape of a person. She bit one leg off. "Neat."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peggy Buxton
• Release date: Mar 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466128958

Peggy Buxton

Author, wife, lover, and amputee. I have been missing my left leg for years. Growing up I felt that it should not be there, and it is has been a blessing to have it gone. Today's term for this condition is BIID and in the past simply referred to as being a 'wannabe'. I am a full-time crutch user. Like my husband, I find amputees fascinating. 'Devotee' is the frequently used term. My stories have characters that mirror my life in some manner - wanted/needed to be an amputee or want to live with an amputee. I make no apology for my descriptions of these people and there is no intent to take away from the suffering of some amputees. I love feedback on the stories, but I cannot promise to reply.

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Sandwiches

Peggy Buxton

Copyright 2012 by Peggy Buxton

Smashwords Edition

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Carla ate another bite of sandwich. She looked up the term in the context of the story.

Sandwich - when three people make love with one in the middle, usually of the opposite gender from the outside pair.

Fingers tightened. A dollop of mayonnaise oozed from the middle. Oops, someone just came. She laughed, fingering a gingerbread cookie in the shape of a person. She bit one leg off. Neat.

Chad was handsome in spite of the right arm missing close to the shoulder. At the gym, he always wore gray sleeveless tops stretched tightly over bulging chest muscles big enough to be nice breasts on a woman. He wore his blond hair short and was clean-shaven. Some women stared. Chad loved to stare back.

Most days, he was jogging on the treadmill and working out on different pieces of exercise equipment. Hundred-pound dumbbells moved up and back in his grip as easily as twenty-pound ones for other people.

The brunette on a facing treadmill was watching, doing a poor job of hiding the fact. The cropped jersey fit nicely over firm breasts and showed off rippled abs and a thin waist. Her legs were long, slender, and offered little doubt that she was probably a runner. He had been on the treadmill for half an hour and would have stopped except for her. Each time her foot landed a breast would sway against the fabric. He liked that she did not wear a bra. He hoped that he could control the growing arousal.

The more Lana watched the one-armed hunk on the other treadmill, the harder her feet pounded the treadmill. Stump...plain view she kept repeating in her mind and hoping she was not saying it aloud. The moisture was building between her thighs, not from sweat either. What would he be like in bed? she allowed herself to wonder. He would not be the first amputee guy.

She could tell he was watching, but did not know whether it was because of her looks or that he knew she was lusting over him.

Chad slowed his pace, gradually stopping. He wiped the sweat from his face with the towel that had been hanging over part of the treadmill. He checked his gym shorts to make sure it was not tenting the front, he wasn’t, then walked to the woman’s machine.

Leaning with the one hand against the front, he smiled at her. You’re new here, he said more as a fact than a question. It was as good as anyway to start the conversation. Her face grew pale as though she might be about to faint. Her feet continued to move, but slower until she stopped.

I’m Chad.

Lana.

She stepped from the treadmill and extended her left hand to match the only hand he had.

Interesting. Most people stick their right hand out. He chuckled.

That wouldn’t have worked well for you.

Sounds as though you’ve either known someone missing their right hand or thought about it.

Maybe I’m just a considerate hottie, she teased.

Damn-n....

Hey Lana-a, Shelly said as she hugged her.

Shelly wore khaki slacks and a dark brown blouse, both hiding her features. She was pretty, not overly beautiful, with black hair cropped stylishly short. Lana recently moved into the same apartment complex. They had met at the large collection of mailboxes in the parking lot.

Do you know Chad? Lana asked without making a proper introduction.

Shelly let her eyes wander over the hulking body, even the missing arm, and back to his face.

Hmm, don’t believe I do. Come on, I don’t have long for lunch.

Lana glanced at him and shrugged her shoulders. Sorry, prior engagement.

I have an accounting firm. Give me a call. He slipped her a business card. I’d love to help you. He grinned knowing she understood the offer had nothing to do with accounting.

Chad watched her hips move against the seat of the gym shorts as she walked with her friend to the exit. He knew she was interested. He had seen stares like hers before. No doubt, she would still be interested another time.

Lana and Shelly bought sandwiches at a food cart and carried them to a bench in the park. The rush from seeing Chad still flooded Lana. It would be days before it was fully gone. Seeing people like him stirred intense feelings. They always had.

Quite the hunk, Shelly said.

That chest and his muscles.

You didn’t mind the missing arm?

Honey, he could have also been missing both legs and both arms and I would have lusted over his torso.

Missing an arm though....

Too freaky?

Just that you should have no trouble finding a man with all the parts. Shelly chuckled.

What turns you on in a man?

"Don’t get me wrong. Chad was a fine looking guy and I’d probably be willing to take him to the moon and back a few times. I just don’t know whether I could get serious about him."

The arm, huh?

Sorry. What turns me on? Shelly laughed. A bed full of men and just me.

Whoa, didn’t see that one coming.

Don’t tell me you haven’t at least dreamed of being with more than one man at a time.

Yeah, maybe. How long have you had this fantasy?

Sweetheart, it’s more than a fantasy. Shelly laughed. Not all the time, but it happens.

What about Carl?

He gets in line too. I think it turns him on to see me with a bunch of guys.

Do they mess with each other as well?

Sometimes. Men with men can be fun to watch.

What’s the most men at one time?

Five...no, six. That was quite the weekend. By the time the last one finished, the first was ready to go again. It was spectacular to have two or three in me at one time.

Shelly, I’d never guessed. And here I though you were....

Little miss next door girl? Lana snickered. I have my kinks.

They both laughed. Chad still filled Lana’s mind more than picturing Shelly with six men taking her from all directions. What would that be like if all were like Chad or missing other limbs?

So, you would have gone out with him? Shelly asked.

I might still. She grinned.

Have you been out with amputees in the past?

We all have our kinks, Lana said echoing Shelly’s comment from before.

When did you first realize an attraction to missing limbs?

Lana sat quietly for a long moment staring at the clouds. She nearly had a spontaneous orgasm when first seeing Chad at the gym, and now she was discovering her casual friend was into group sex. What more might she discover?

Lana began. Mr. Compton, my ninth grade English teacher was missing an arm. She touched her arm just above the elbow. He usually wore a hook, but there were quite a few days he didn’t, just a short-sleeved shirt. Those days were the worst for me, rattled me to the core of my being. It didn’t help matters that he was a handsome man on top of it all.

How’d he lose it?

Hunting accident...so he said.

I don’t understand.

I used to imagine he engineered some kind of accident to lose the arm on purpose. Just a silly fantasy of mine about him.

Do people do that? Shelly shook her head. Whoa, crazy. Where did you hear about people wanting to be amputees?

Like I said, just a fantasy.

Whoa-a.

Hey, bro, Roland said when Chad closed the front door. Naked in the kitchen, he continued to spread mayo on the piece of bread.

Chad stopped