Look at Me Now, Tales of the Device

By Peggy Buxton

Marcella had not been satisfied with her life or her body. Extra pounds, a leg she felt should not be there, failed romances. Uncle Sidney took her aside not long after her twenty-fifth birthday and offered a startling revelation - his new wife was beautiful and missing a leg. Joanne returned that night and explained how easy Marcella's problem was to resolve.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peggy Buxton
• Release date: Apr 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476328522

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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Look at Me Now

Tales of the Device

Peggy Buxton

Copyright 2012 by Peggy Buxton

Smashwords Edition

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Marcie moved through the crowd differently than the others, differently than she did not so long ago. Thirty-five and missing a leg, she walked with crutches that carried her slender body gracefully. A few people looked. She had grown accustom to the stares. Age didn’t matter. Young and old alike were curious what it was like to have one leg, or missing some limb. Marcie had been curious too.

The hard sole of the stylish pump tapped along the smooth floor of Cranston Mall. The alternating sound of that with the muffled thump of the rubber crutch tips had become a joyful sound to her - thump, tap, thump, tap. No one paid much attention to the chorus. The thigh brushed inside the skirt on one side with little to do the same on the other. Most of the thigh was gone, just a short rounded mound several inches long. Compared to the remaining leg, most would consider there to be nothing left. She liked the sharp contrast and often showed it off at places like the Cranston public swimming pool when the weather was suitable.

Hey good looking, Matt cooed just before he swept her into his arms and kissed her firmly on the lips.

Whoa, if that’s what I get with one missing leg... She chuckled then adjusted the blouse that had gotten a little tussled in the embrace.

Such a tease. I’m starving.

I’ve got a yummy drumstick. She laughed. Just one though.

He playfully swatted her on the hip with the full leg and laughed along.

She looked into his eyes, his lovely blue eyes. They had been one of his features she noticed first. She had only a few dates with him and could feel things developing. It was a weakness that she would fall so easily for a man. All the dates had been in public, and yet to make into bed. She knew that would not last much longer if she had anything to do with it.

Each step, the blouse teased her naked nipples. She wondered if he would do the same. Other parts of her body ached in a pleasant way.

For two? the hostess asked as though there might be a thousand others just outside the door. She also asked whether they wanted a table close to the front. Marcie assured her she could walk to the back of the restaurant without any problem.

Is it always that way? Matt asked after they were alone at a table. He had stretched a foot forward expecting to find one of hers. It found the empty space instead. Sorry, he whispered.

Why?

I thought I kicked you.

Good thing that leg is gone. She chuckled.

He stared for a moment. You really don’t mind, do you?

Would it make it come back?

No, I just....

Fortunately, the server appeared to take drink orders. Matt ordered half a bottle of merlot then made it clear with an expression that the man could leave now.

Marcie waited a long moment for Matt to finish the sentence. He didn’t.

You were saying? Marcie finally said.

"Oh. Ah, you seem so comfortable having one leg. I didn’t expect that."

"What did you expect?"

He shrugged. Don’t know.

Am I your first amputee?

Yeah.

Have you snuck a peek at any? She chuckled. What little boy hasn’t?

There was a teacher with one arm and not much remained. Her sleeve always dangled empty regardless how long.

Was she one of your teachers?

No, she was in the classroom next to mine in the fifth grade. I guess I had boyish fantasies about her.

Good old nocturnal fluids on the sheets.

Probably more so that year. He laughed. Until Suzy was in my tenth grade class.

Big hooters?

And long legs. Thought I might go blind thinking about her nights.

Calluses on the hand, I bet.

Ah, yeah.

Did you and Suzy ever hook up?

Nah, she hung out with a few of the football players, keeping them happy campers...I bet.

Was the teacher married, the one missing an arm?

She wore a wedding ring, so I guess so. I used to wonder what he thought about her having one arm. I heard she lost it before the wedding.

Probably an early wedding gift to him. Marcie grinned.

What, like she had it amputated on purpose?

Yeah, I guess that’s a little far out to believe.

Yeah-h.

The server returned to take their orders. He asked whether they would like another half bottle of wine since they had almost finished the first. Matt agreed while Marcie nodded.

Get me drunk and who knows what will happen later. She laughed.

Marcie watched him as she slowly ate the steak, baked potato, and salad. She wanted him badly, but didn’t want to appear slutty. She was horny and would have been happy if he ripped the tablecloth from the table and taken her hard and rough. She could tell he wasn’t going to do that, now or even later. He just had that feel about him. Maybe it would be last date with Matt. Maybe that was the right thing to do. Just how to end the evening soon.

What’s wrong? he asked as she grimaced.

Having terrible pains in my stump. It happens. She leaned over to one side and groaned.

Do you need to go home?

I think I might.

She still bent over when she groaned again. There was no pain. She knew exactly how to act. She looked at him again, and a tear was forming.

I’m sorry to ruin the evening, she said. You stay. I have my car.

Don’t know how I could enjoy the rest of the meal with you in such agony.

Matt flagged the server down and paid explaining they needed to leave right away.

As Marcie drove from the parking lot, a wave of guilt washed over her every pore. Now she was crying for real. It was a crappy thing to do, but never had any man waited so long for even a sloppy wet kiss with loads of tongue, much less some pawing and groping. Usually, she had her leg around the guy’s waist on the second or third date. Yes, it was time to cut her losses.

The drive home would only take twenty minutes. The night air blowing through the window across her face was refreshing. A hand dropped from the steering wheel into her lap then snaked under the fabric to find the stump. It felt good to rub, about as good as fondling a breast, maybe as good as shoving a finger deep inside. The later always made her weak at the knee, so she struggled not to until she was home and ready for bed. Maybe she would drag a vibrator from the nightstand and let it run for half an hour on high. Yes that would take the edge off.

The message light blinked on the phone when Joan closed the door. She dropped her purse on the counter and pressed the play button.

Hey, Joan. It’s Ben. I’ll be in town tomorrow on business, but I want to take you out to dinner. I’m staying at the Stanton. You know where that is. There was a chuckle. Leave me a message. Love you.

She played the message back again while fondling the short piece of her arm stump with the other hand then pulled it to her lips to kiss on.

Yeah, you just like a woman with one arm. She laughed.

Joan was just past forty, but Ben didn’t mind the fifteen years difference. He loved older women. He had said so when they first met. She didn’t mind that he had a wife. It made things simple - fall in bed and fuck like bunnies then do it again when they happened to meet again, who knew when.

The day had been much longer than it should have. At least, that is how it felt. She undressed as she walked, leaving a trail of clothing from the kitchen to the shower. The hot water would help relieve some of the stress. Maybe she would stand naked in the window and let someone get their rocks off watching from the hotel that faced her bedroom window.

She had found a streak of exhibitionism inside her one night not so long ago. A man watched while rubbing between