Dejected, I walk through the bar. Mike and Leah are sitting at a table by the large window facing the river. Her familiar crutches lean against the wall beside her. He half stands and shakes my hand then sits back down. I take a seat on the opposite side of the table.
"Where's Janet?" she asks.
"She left me. All of her things are out of the house now."
"Why?"
"Something about my face being between her legs too much." I groan.
"Jesus, I love Mike's face down there." She chuckles.
I look up at the willowy, buxom server with an extra button unfastened exposing a healthy amount of cleavage, and give her my order. I watch her ass sway nicely under the tight, short skirt. Her legs go on forever until they reach feet in high-heal shoes.
"Man, that sucks," he tells me. "You two had been together, what, almost a year?"
"Yeah. I was actually thinking about marrying her. Guess that's out of the question now. Shit! I loved that pussy."
I shake my head a few times as the server stops at the table. I chug at the fresh drink and order a second before she walks away.
I look at Leah and study her angelic face wrapped with long blond hair. Her ice-blue eyes blink as she smiles. I think about what it would be like to kiss her wonderful lips. A thought I have had many times. I've known them since just before I met Janet. They live a few blocks away in the same neighborhood.
"Jack, we're going to the coast for the weekend," Leah says. "A friend of mine is flying in and going with us ... Marcie. She's between guys and I know she loves oral sex." She snickers. "She's going to move here, I think."
"How many legs?"
"One. Like I said, she's a friend of mine." She snickers again. "Join us."
"I don't know...."
"Why, 'cause she's missing a leg? I've seen you watching me. Marcie is hotter than I am. Tell him Mike." She taps on his arm.
"Not to make comparisons, but she does have a body to die for. She makes Janet look like a hag." He watches my face for a moment. "She's missing a little more of her leg than Leah and walks on crutches all the time ... never wears a prosthetic leg."
"You say she enjoys being eaten out."
Leah blinks a few times. "I'm not promising she'll get naked with you this weekend, first meeting and all, but yeah, she digs that more than having a cock in her cunt. Oh, she gets off on naughty talk."
My second drink is almost gone and the server catches my attention from the bar. I hold the glass up and she nods then I finish the small amount in a single gulp.
"I can e-mail you a picture of her," she says.
"Never mind, I'll come along regardless."
"I knew you had a secret thing for women like me." She snickers.
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I park my car on the far side of the driveway just in front of the garage door. Mike, Leah, and Marcie walk from the front door towards me. I watch Marcie carefully as she gracefully crutches along the walkway. As they had said, she is even prettier than Leah is. Her long, curly brown hair drapes around her beautiful face with lips, uncovered with lipstick, that need kissing for a lifetime, past her bare shoulders. The snug white tube top barely covers inviting breasts. Toned and tanned bare skin calls to me. The short black skirt hides only her shapely ass cheeks and just a hint of thigh. The single leg is long and slim, the partial thigh peeks below the hem.
"Did I pass inspection?" Her voice is heavenly, soft, and sensual.
"At least a ten plus." I laugh.
I give her a gentlemanly hug. We are the same height and her face rests beside mine. She lingers in my arms for longer than necessary, I hope letting me know more will happen this weekend. She pulls back, but does not release the hand holding my side. She studies my face for a while then steps back several feet.
"It's nice to meet you. Leah's told me a few things about you and I look forward to knowing you better." She snickers as if she has heard about my never waning interest in feasting on pussy and the wonderful fragrances between a woman's thighs.
Mike opens the back of the SUV and drops my duffle bag next to the other luggage. Marcie and I settle in the backseat; Mike and Leah sit in the front. Mike starts the car.
"Everyone ready?" He says.
We all agree with excitement.
Marcie slides to the middle of the seat and rests a hand on my thigh. Her long slim fingers rub lightly for a moment and she looks longingly at me. Her hand becomes still, but continues to rest on my thigh. If the fingers move just a little upwards, they will find a growing erection. I turn my head and give her a small kiss. Not rebuffed, I am encouraged.
Before we have even turned onto the highway, she kisses me letting her tongue tease my lips. I feel Mike watching us in the rearview mirror. I don't care as I feel her tongue touch mine. My hand strolls along her thigh near the upper reaches. Her breath blows harder and she sucks my tongue into her mouth.
She pauses for an instant to whisper into my ear. "No panties."
The kiss resumes. My fingertips become damp as I feel around the shaved mound and though the folds of skin. She gasps lightly, but in pleasurable tones. I want to lay her down on the wide seat, but resist the temptation. My hand finds the piece of thigh. It is short, maybe as long as my hand is wide. I fondle the soft end and feel the skin bunch and mold itself into different shapes under my palm.
She pulls back just a little and stares into my eyes. "I hope you like that part." Her voice is quiet, suggestive.
I continue to fondle as she holds my face with both hands and kisses my lips a few times. Her lips move by my ear. She nibbles my earlobe.
She whispers like telling a state secret. "I hear you like to eat pussy."
I nod as she nibbles a little more. "My favorite," I return in a whisper. "I want my tongue deep in your cunt." I draw the last word out with emphasis.
I listen to her snicker. She pushes my hand under the skirt, a finger goes inside her, and then she pulls me out. "Taste." She holds my finger to my lips. I suck.
"I'm not sure I want to wait," I say.
