Math Class

"There're times I wish it was just us," she whispers. "Would you mind?"

My tongue drags deep lapping sweet moisture, each pass circling her bud. My fingers continue to fuck, the pace quickening.

"Oh, oh," she roars. "Don't ever stop, please."

-

The next few weeks pass and we fall into a groove, maybe a rut. Whatever, it is still quite enjoyable. Amy's Tuesday and Thursday late afternoon class give me time to savor Lana alone. Friday we watch Amy's car drive away, going to Jake's house for the weekend. She has gone there alone each Saturdays for a few hours; this is the first whole weekend.

"What'cha think is going on?" Lana asks, her chair parked close and hand rubbing my hip.

"Don't know. Feels like she's slipping away."

"Could be." She holds her hands up and I lift her from the chair, cuddle her against my chest. "Would it be so bad?" she quizzes before pecking a small kiss.

I shake my head. "I thought I loved both of you the same."

"I know. You're so good to both of us."

My hand finds its way under her skirt and fondles one hip then the other before feeling her slit.

"I like you holding me, your hands feels so good."

"Let's go to the pool, let all these thoughts percolate a while."

-

The black bikini barely covers her, but is probably enough to not cause us to be asked to leave the pool area. Kids stare and point. Men poke each other, even a few other women gawk. We find an empty table with an umbrella and put our towels on it. I push a chair out of the way and Lana parks her wheelchair. I sit and do my own staring, mostly of Lana.

"Nice it isn't crowded," she says, even though there are more people than I would prefer. "Great day. Like any day with you."

"Uh-huh." I take her hand and let my eyes roam over her. "You're my dream come true, honey."

"Want to get wet?" She blows me a kiss. "In the water, I mean." She giggles and holds her hands towards me, suggesting I carry her.

I wade down the steps with her cradled in my arm past little girls. One points and says to her friend, "Like when your daddy carries you." Lana laughs, but says nothing as she gives me a quick kiss. With the water up to my waist, I let her swim away and I follow to the far side of the pool.

"You swim well."

"It feels a little strange, but I like swimming without my legs." She hangs by a hand and faces me. Her smile is addicting and I force myself to do anything not allowed. I'd love to skinny dip in clear water with her. The thought filters into my swim trunks.

"Hmmm, naughty thoughts?" she coos.

"Can't help it around you." I chuckle then glance around to see how alone we are.

She reaches back with the other hand and lets her hips float to the surface. "Perhaps you were thinking about these?"

My hand supports her hips; a finger pushes the fabric into her crack. "Never." I chuckle and put the other hand beneath her shoulders, pulling her slowly in a circle before helping her float in front of me. The water washes casually over her body.

"Love your hips this way."

"I'm glad. Men seem to prefer someone like Amy. Sometimes both legs, but with a little thigh."

"Nope, not me." I smile into her face for a long moment wanting to do more. "Is it as good as you dreamed?"

"Uh-huh." Her hand rubs my stomach lightly letting fingernails scrap teasingly. "Would it be so bad if was just the two of us?"

"No." It isn't the first time she has asked the question. I let the word drift alone for a long moment as I watch the way her bikini bottom outlines the hips without thighs and tightly covers her mound.

Before I speak, she says, "I don't want to come between you and some other dream. Amy is a darling."

"You're not."

"But...." Her voice tapered off into nothing.

"What?"

"I don't want to jinks anything." She offers a small groan and just looks up at me, her hand still resting on my stomach.

"I think we are having similar thoughts, you know." I chuckle.

"That would be wonderful. Maybe I'm getting water logged ... ready for another kind of log." She laughs and I pull her up along my chest.

-

We emerge from the wooded path, a long cut from the pool, and Lana just in front of me in her wheelchair. I gently push her to our apartment and let her unlock the door. I enjoy watching her do thing and she likes showing off.

"Home again," she sings as she rolls quietly across the hardwood floor and the door closes behind me.

"That has a special ring," I tell her before I lean down and give her a long slow kiss.

"Are you trying to loosen me up so you can get into my pants?" She giggles.

"Actually, I was hoping to get them off you." I walk past and into the bedroom.

"Honey...." She moans as she removes her bikini top, letting her firm breasts be free. The black piece of fabric flies though the air and lands over my face. "All yours."

"Ah, there's still another piece down there."

"Hold your horses. No use taking a shower just yet either."

"Nope, goin' to cover each other in 'love juices'. I laugh and drop the top on the floor.

-

Lana wipes the sweat from her forehead as she smiles at me. "Honey, I've never enjoyed it as much as with you." She snickers. "Smokin'" She rolls over against me, an arm draped casually over my chest.

My lips find hers and enjoy them for a while; my hand plays with different places. "Hmmm," I mumble and stare into her eyes.

"What?"

"Just thinking how nice it is to be with you."

Her hand roams my body and finds the erection. Fingers slip though the fresh coating on my shaft.

"No, not just that." I snicker. "I find so much. I know we've only known each other a relatively short time, but it just feels so 'right'."

Her grip encourages greater firmness and slides along the shaft a few times before rubbing it though her opening then feeding it inside. "Love it in there. It belongs."

I slowly thrust in part way and withdraw it for a while. "What are you suggesting?"

Her fingertip teases my nipple and her lips peck mine. "If she doesn't want to be here, that'd be fine with me."

"I thought you two were pals."

"Pals, yeah-h. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy her in many ways ... sexually too." She snickers. "I like men more and I love you." She pecks a kiss. "I don't want to scare you off. I do think you love me, maybe more than I love you, if that's possible 'cause I'm crazy in love with you. There, I said it."

"I overheard her on the phone with Jake a few nights ago. I think she's moving back with him."

"Hmmm."

"Yeah, hmmm. I was smitten with Amy the first time I saw her in my class. Nothing will ever compare to how I felt the first time I saw you, nothing. You're right, I do love you."

Lana kisses me passionately as I pull her atop me still inside. Her hips rock and grind over the erection, her breasts sway and flail.

"I'm glad, well, more than 'glad'." She giggles, still working on the erection. "Amy mentioned something to me the other day. You were in the kitchen or some place, anyway, we were talking about love and life. She said she suspected I was more in love with you than she might be."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"Is that what this is all about?"

"You're not angry?"

"Hardly." I laugh and grab a breast, squeeze it then just knead it. "I was wondering how she felt, how I felt about her. Maybe if I'd never met you...."

"But we did meet. I know I found a man I could always be happy with ... no guarantees." She chuckles, still working her hips. "And I'm glad about it. You know about why I don't have legs and you like me 'this way'." She waves her hands over the legless hips. "All gone ... no thigh, no stump."

She rests her hands on my shoulders and looks down, the long black hair teasing my face. "We're the same age. You dig Asian chicks." She snickers. "We 'are' sexier than other women." She chuckles.

"Yup. Had I designed my perfect woman, it would have been identical to you."

"And you'd been the perfect man."

-

The short black dress provides just the perfect accent to Lana as I follow behind her though the formal restaurant. The host removes a chair and she parks along the table edge next to me. I take her hand and cradle it in mine.

"Two glasses of merlot, please." He nods and leaves the unfolded menus in front of us.

"You're such a gentleman." She squeezes my hand for a moment. "That's part of why I love you so much."

I lean close to her ear and whisper, "not just a good fuck, huh?" I leave a small kiss on her ear and sit back up, grinning.

"Actually...."

The wine arrives before she finishes the thought. She clicks the glasses together, takes a sip. "And a wine coinsure on top of everything else." She sips again.

"Still many talents you haven't discovered yet."

"It was best that I tell Amy. She didn't seem upset, almost relieved."

"Uh-huh."

"She and Jake seem to have a hoard of amputees out there ... Wendy is there, a guy Amy's age.... I lost track."

-

During the Thanksgiving holiday, we fly to the Bahamas. Lana's wheelchair survives the flight. We do too. It is interesting to watch her carried down the aisle of the plane in the narrow aisle chair.

The grounds of the Cape Juan Resort are breathtaking. A wide boardwalk trails a large lagoon and the crystal clear turquoise water of the ocean are just on the other side of a pure white sandy beach. Our room is a detached private structure like the two other accessible rooms down the paved path that leads to the pool area and restaurant. A bar with thatched roof is at the end of a pier. Rather than bar stools, they have swings with large woven seats, hanging from the roof.

Lana wears her black bikini and swings back and forth, a little in each direction, sipping her rum punch. She smiles at the bartender and holds the glass up towards him.

"Careful, don't fall out of that."

"The swing or my top?" She chuckles.

"Wouldn't mind if you fell out of that top, lovely lady." He laughs and hands me my drink. He mumbles something under his breath.

Looking at him over the rim of the glass after I swallow my first sip, I say, "Thanks, must be a rough life. Making drinks for beautiful people, all in paradise." I look around and two women with quite skimpy tops talk at the far end of the bar.

"Yeah, man. When it gets busy later, it's more fun. Wait until tonight." He walks over to the two women and chats them up.

I lean in and kiss Lana as the swing stops. "Want a push?"

She shakes her head a few times and sips more of the drink. "Want you, though." She chuckles. "Never will get enough."

"Me either."

"Maybe you could carry me out into that lovely water." She glances out over the turquoise water past the white sand.

I lean close, my lips lightly kissing her ear. "Looks quiet out there, maybe I could slip your bikini bottom off."

Her head turns so her lips are close. "What then? Maybe you could 'do me'." She snickers.

"I love your mind."

"Ha, that ain't all."

We finish the drinks and I leave the glasses on the bar with a nod of my head. The bartender is busy looking down the canyons the woman's cleavage and ignores us. I scoop Lana into my hand, one of hers casually draped over my neck, and stroll towards the beach. A man and woman pass, she says something complementary about me carrying Lana. Lana offers a pleasant reply.

"Glad people don't get weird about me carrying you."

"Not like we've seen that many people. Day's still young."

The water is warm like a bath and the white sand like a bowl of sugar extending all the way to dark blue water hundreds of feet out. It remains shallow for a ways then quickly becomes deeper. I step back several feet, so our waists are below the surface.

"Just don't lose it," she implores me as I strip off her bikini bottom. I hold it up for her to see and then shove it in our towel bag slung over my shoulder. "People 'would' stare."

I look into the clear water at the naked legless hips resting in my hands, give her a kiss and finger her mound then slip a finger inside.

"Hmmm, I like dangling here, naked. No fishies going to nibble my toes."

"Thank god. No toes, no legs, that is." I push at my waistband and work my trunks down over my feet without dropping her. A slight kick brings them up enough I can grab and stuff them in the bag. "Never done anything like this."

"Me either."

"Well, here's to exploring." I let her slide along my shaft until she's fully on. My hands stroke her back up to her neck. "I love you."

"More than anything."

"I'm sorry if I came between you and Amy."

"If you did, it's okay, but you didn't. I'd rather be with you more than anyone." As I slide her up and back along my chest, she leans close to kiss me. I lose track of where we are or if people might be near. The kiss deepens and the motion continues.

"There's a nude beach down the way," a female voice says from close by.

"Sorry," Lana says as I look around to find who has spoken. As the water drains from my eyes and I finally see, it is one of the women from the bar.

"Don't be. I'm Rachael. I was at the bar, couldn't help but notice you in the swing."

I make the introductions still impaling Lana. "A bit awkward I'm afraid." I chuckle.

"Don't mind me. I'm enjoying the show." She sighs deeply and looks at Lana. "I just wanted to say how much I admired you back at the bar. The way you sat in the swing."

"Not having legs isn't a big deal. Besides, it gave me a chance to meet Sam."

"Really?"

"Yup. He has a thing for women like me." Lana giggles and looks at me. "Don't you?"

"Guilty as charged."

"Then maybe you would understand how I'm fascinated too," Rachael says.

"Sure, not a problem," Lana says, as my erection fades enough I fall out. "Do you just look or perhaps want to be missing something?"

"If you'd like to 'dress'...." Rachael whispers.

I realize I don't know how to hold Lana, and get my trunks out of the bag and back on. Maybe it is the puzzled look on my face. Rachael offers to hold Lana and she cradles her against her chest.

"So light," Rachael says.

"Wasn't very heavy before." Lana giggles. "How's it feel?"

"Damn exciting."

With my trunks on, I pull Lana's swimsuit bottom over her hips and take her back. We walk towards the beach and sit in the sand facing the ocean.

"Would I like to be missing something?" Rachael says wistfully, and then answers her own question. "My left leg, quite high on the thigh." She glances at us then smiles. "My husband and I own this resort and a few others in the Caribbean. A few weeks ago, we had a couple stay here. The wife was like that. Stunning, couldn't take my eyes off her. Mind you, this isn't a new desire for me, life long. Don't know why. Never told anyone."

Lana rubs a hand light over her back and they look at each other for a moment.

"So, I noticed George, my husband, looking at her and I asked how he'd feel if I were like that. He didn't answer and I told him about my longing to be like her."

"What'd he say?" I ask.

"He loves sex with me too much to say anything negative." Rachael laughs. "Besides, I indulge his fantasies all the time." She laughs again.

"What's that?" Lana asks.

"He likes to watch me with another woman. I don't mind. It gets him nicely turned on. Lori, the woman that runs the resort's dive boat." She looks at us for a moment. "Have dinner with us tonight. I'll have the chef prepare us some nice filet mignon and serve us in a private dinning room."

"Really?"

"It'll be fun. I'd love to talk to you more about how 'this' happened." She waves a hand past Lana's hips. "I'll invite Lori. She knows about my 'leg thing'. You'll both like her."

"Fantastic," I say.

Rachael stands and brushes the sand away. "About six?" She watches us nod. "The nude beach is just past that wall." She points down the beach, snickers, and walks away.

We watch until she is out of sight. "Something out of a story," Lana musses as I pick her up and begin walking towards the wall.

-

The tissue thin white dress leaves little of Lana's body to the imagination as she rolls her wheelchair along the pathway beside me. Rachael had given us directions and assured that everything was quite accessible.

"Hey," Rachael says with her hand high in the air waving.

"Wow," I whisper, as I look at her then at a woman even lovelier beside her. The pixy cut brown hair frames a perfect face with kissable lips with perfectly applied red lipstick. A short cream-colored skirt shows off long legs with feet adorn with sandals. The white blouse rests tightly over smallish breasts.

"Well, do you approve?" she asks as she extends her hand. "I'm Lori." I give the hand a soft shake and kiss her cheek. "You must be Lana. I don't think she's said anything but Lana this and Lana that all afternoon. Now I see why."

"George is inside working on his second whiskey." Rachael chuckles and leads us to the dinning room.

"An angel," he says as he approaches Lana then gives her a friendly kiss on each cheek. "Sure you don't want to be like her?" he says as he looks at Rachael.

"I know, she's beautiful," Rachael says. "Rum punch, a whiskey?" she looks towards a young black man behind a table of liquor bottles. "James will help you. He can get you most anything."

We settle around a large round table. A chair is already missing and Lana parks there. I sit next to her and Lori beside me. Rachael sits next to Lana.

"Here's to new friends," George toasts with his glass in the air. We all raise our glasses and then sip. "How is your stay?"

"Like heaven," Lana says. "The swings in the bar are fun."

"I hear you like the ocean." Lori snickers. "Rachael mentioned...."

"Shhh," Rachael cuts in.

"The nude beach was wonderful," I say, ignoring the reference to our sexual interlude in the ocean. My gaze remains on Lori and she notices. "I hear you have a dive boat."

"I usually do two runs a day. Do either of you dive?"

"I'm certified, but without my legs...."

"Don't be silly. I've got a sea scooter, you hold it and it'll pull you along."

"Wow, I'd like to see that."

"Listen, tomorrow morning, late, we'll go out. Rachael can come, just the four of us. Sorry George, I know you will be too busy." She smiles at him.

"Yeah, I'm flying over to the mainland."

James replaces the glasses with fresh drinks and another young black man serves plates of salad.

"They both know about my leg. I'd love to know how you managed to...."

"Pretty simple. There's a doctor willing and ready. You just explain what you want, give him a suitcase full of money, and presto." Lana laughs.

"Oh my-y," Rachael drawls. "Money sure the fuck isn't a problem." She chuckles. "What, just point and he cuts?"

"Pretty much so. He understands and will do what you want."

"Many people do this?" he asks.

"More than you might think. Men and women, straight, gay, lesbian, whatever."

"She pointed out a woman with one leg here a while back," he says. "Damn lovely. Got around on one crutch. Told me she wanted to be that way. She's a little headstrong. No stopping her once she gets it in her head. She'll be beautiful to me no matter."

Lori looks at Rachael then him. "You should offer discounts to amputees."

"Hmmm." He rubs his chin then takes a bite of the salad.

"Going diving sounds fun," Lana says. "I can't wait."

"I know some nice places. Real clear water, warm, and colorful fish. Makes an aquarium look boring." She forks a bite of salad into her mouth and talks while chewing. "Since you liked the nude beach, we could dive in the buff if you want."

"Really?" I say.

-

"Nice people," Lana says as we make our way along the path back to the room.

"It'd be rough to have to live here," I tease.

"A slice of heaven for sure. A sea scooter?"

"Sounds like just the perfect thing to let you dive again. Been a while since I've been diving. Guess since high school."