Kate had walked on the treadmill at the gym everyday for the two weeks since Casey finished her high-tech computer controlled prosthetic leg known as a C-leg. Every few days she turned the speed up a little more. Her hands lightly held the bars, the prosthetic leg moving as naturally as the real one. The wife-beater undershirt, damp with sweat, barely hid the jiggling breasts. The black running shorts trimmed with white piping were split up each side to the waistband and with each step seemed to show a little of her hips.
"Nice ass," the older man huffed as he walked by wiping at the sweat on his forehead with the back of the sweaty arm. "I need a headband like yours." He stopped and walked back stopping at the front of her treadmill. "How'd you do it?"
She kept walking and glanced at the clock - ten more minutes. Slowly, she looked in his direction. "What?"
"Lose the leg?" His stance relaxed slightly and he lifted his t-shirt to wipe his face. "Oh, you do have a nice ass." He chuckled. "I've been enjoying it for the last few days." He laughed again as he glanced around. They were alone at one end of the large room.
"I'm partial to it too." Kate laughed, still not breathing hard, but uncomfortable walking faster. She smiled at the man taking in his appearance - slightly older by a few years, about six feet, in good shape, handsome. "I'm Kate." She nodded her head.
"Tony." He waved a hand then rested both against his waist. "I just joined."
"Me too. Two weeks." She paused. "Just got my leg and this is a great way to practice walking." She paused. "Every other day I turn the speed up a little."
"How far do you go?"
"I'm shooting for five miles."
"I just moved to town. I'm an engineer ... software." He continued to watch.
"I'm kind of new around here. I work in a clothing store." She glanced at the clock again. "Five more minutes. Maybe we could have lunch after I shower ... if you really like my ass." She laughed and watched him stare at her leg. "It's okay."
"What?"
"That you're looking at my leg. I'm flattered."
He tried to pretend he'd not been looking and failed. "I'll meet you out front after you shower."
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Holly strolled along the path across the campus toward Howard Hall. The empty short left sleeve of the dark blue blouse bobbed with each jaunty step. A notebook and textbook rested inside the backpack along with her wallet. Black running shoes covered the feet at the end of the blue jean legs. A man and woman stopped talking long enough to watch. Holly casually waved even though she did not know them.
"Hi," a female voice of someone whose feet were moving quickly called from behind her as she walked up the fifteen steps to the building. A hand opened the door. Holly stopped inside the lobby and looked. "Sorry for staring," the woman with black hair said clutching several books in her arm. "I saw you the other day. I just wanted to talk to you sometime ... about your arm."
"Sure," she replied. "I'm getting used to all the questions." She giggled and continued to take in the woman's appearance - short, slim, nearly flat chest, great face, and a man's style haircut. She wore a white t-shirt and stiff Wrangler jeans with cuffs rolled up more than once making her look like a tuff guy from the fifties who would have had a pack of cigarettes rolled in one sleeve. Holly apologetically said, "I'm late for class."
"Maybe we could meet at the commons for lunch ... my treat. I don't want to be a bother. I'm having my arm amputated soon."
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Kate carried a pair of crutches in one hand, a gym bag in the other. The prosthetic leg along with the real one, extended pleasantly below the mid-thigh khaki skirt. A somewhat loose black t-shirt did not hide the shape of the breasts or that she wore no bra. She lifted the crutches slightly. "Need these in the shower." She lowered her hand. "There's a diner half a block away. Let me dump these in my car and we can walk."
"Great. I'll get rid of my bag." He paused to watch her walking away and whistled.
"Stuff like that will get you a lot," she yelled over her shoulder.
She stopped at his car as he slammed the trunk lid. "You're making me feel good," she said and stepped towards the sidewalk.
He followed letting his fingers curl around hers. Their hands swung comfortably as they silently walked.
She glanced at him several times. "Hope you're not attached."
He held the door to the dinner for her. "Not for a few years." They followed a woman to a booth by the window and slid in, one on either side of the table. The woman left the menus unfolded in front of them then walked away. He continued. "She'd had cancer in her early twenties, lost a leg, then the cancer went into remission. I met her ten years later and we married soon afterwards." He stopped and looked at Kate for a moment. "Seems the cancer decided to come back."
"Sorry." Kate rested her hand on his and rubbed softly.
"It was a shock. It's been three years and I'm mostly over it. I'll of course never forget her."
"No, of course not." A server took their orders and walked away. "So, you're thinking I'll be a good replacement." Her hand held his again. She made a little nervous laugh and patted his hand, then held it again. "Sorry, that was rude."
"Actually, I've been taken with the way you looked at the gym. I was starting to have dreams about you even. Something in me screamed that I had to introduce myself."
"That's sweet. Guess I'd noticed you too." She smiled and waited until the hamburger plates were on the table and the server gone. "I'm single, never been married. Been in a few relationships ... nothing more than a few years and the last one ended before I moved here. I'm feeling good about my leg, I don't mind that it is gone."
He ate and listened, pausing to watch. "Do you always use your prosthesis?"
"No. I enjoy walking with crutches too. Was she the only amputee you've known?" He shook his head but said nothing. "Bet you've looked at others." She grinned. I have."
"You have?" he questioned.
"Ah, the 'moment of truth'," she teased. "Did she know you were interested in her because she was an amputee?" She waited for the answer that didn't come. "Listen, I don't mind that you looked at me because of my leg. I actually find it exciting."
"I don't understand."
"Come on-n. I looked at amputees because I got a thrill from it. Now I look at myself and get the same thrill." She paused. "It's okay. Be honest with me. It's the only way we can do this."
"Yes," he meekly whispered.
"Good." She lowered her voice and leaned forward. "You want to get into my panties and I want in your shorts." She sat back up and chuckled.
"Yeah ... got that right." He wiped the napkin across his lips and pushed the empty plate to the end of the table by the aisle. "Been too long since ... ah, you know."
She leaned forward again, whispered, "What, since you had any pussy?" She giggled the pushed her empty plate next to his while wiping her lips with a napkin. She refolded it and dropped it on the plate.
