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   Cowan, The Bolder

   By

   PlanetDweller

   (mf, teen, first time, amputee, amputee sex, fetish)



   "Hey, cut that out!"

   "Sorry, didn't mean to!"

   "The pool is no place for horseplay, read the sign of the rules over
there."

   "I didn', I mean, I did, sorry; whassyourname, I'm Laird by the way."

   "Hi Laird, I'm Cozzy, actually my name is Conseulo Diaz Cowan but
everybody just calls me 'Cozzy'."

   "Good to meet you Cozzy" he extending his hand from where he stood at
the edge of the pool to shake mine as I clung to the edge of the pool's
gutter, treading water easy.

   "I see you're an amputee" the stump of my left arm giving that away, me
thinks.

   "No shirt shylock, howdya' figure that one out?" I couldn't help but
snap back.

   It had been six long years since that auto accident, riding with my mom
on the Beltline on Saturday when a transfer-trailer-truck filled with steel
rebar just plowed into us from behind from nowhere, killing my mom and
injuring my arm so badly that they had to amputate it just below my elbow.

   For years, for since then I had always been very self-conscious about it
even with my very realistic-looking and more than functional robotic arm
and hand that the trucking company's insurance company had paid for, had
paid for that and a whole lot more.

   "I'm an amputee too, see?" he wiggling his right ankle and leg at me,
his very realistic looking prosthetic foot being noticed now even through
my dark swim goggles, the seamfit of it and the color-match to his skintone
excellent.

   "I'm sorry, it's just . . .  "

   "No problem, I'm still sensitive about mine too; when you'd lose your
arm?  I lost my foot a couple of years ago" he coming around to the pool
ladder to offer to help me a bit, an offer I didn't need.

   "About six years ago, and, I'd rather not talk about it if that's okay?"
I plopping back in a chaise lounge and dropping my shoulder straps both to
tease him and avoid a couple of tanlines.

   "Sure, same here.  So, you here on vacation?" he dragging the beach
chair closest to him next to my lounger on the pool's side patio.

   "Yeah, me and my friend Becka; our families own the 'Troubles No More'
cottage three houses down from here and we come here a buncha times most
years, rent it out when we're not here, if we can; you?" I slathering on a
little suntan lotion and un-selfconsciously rubbing it in both with my
whole arm and my stump.

   "I'm just staying here at the motel for the weekend with my dad and
stepmom."

   "Cool" his handsome face and fit body and package the size of a roll of
half-dollars silhouetted inside his baggy swim trunks.  Could he, should
he, be the one?

   After six years of being the object of ridicule and scorn and perverse
curiosity at school and all, I was just sick of being a virgin, of being
the object of pity and cruelty and never the object of desire, save from
the real sickos who found amputees to be a turn-on because of their
disfigurement.

   Becka, my best friend since grade school whose mom and dad co-owned the
beach house with my parents and who couldn't ever get laid either because
she was a BBW and eighteen being big and beautiful didn't go together in
the same thought for most teen-age boys had helped get our parents to agree
to let us spending the week at Nag's Head sans parents and any other form
of chaperone as a reward for us graduating from Cary High a couple of weeks
ago.  We both took a vow to get laid this week, no matter what.  She would
probably find a husband eventually when the boys our age became men but for
me unless I wanted to marry a pervert getting laid this week might be the
only real sex I would ever have, at least with a 98.6-degree partner.

   "What about you?  Where are your parents?" he fiddling with a cigarette
from a fannypack, lighting it, offering it to me, I refusing, he taking
three or four drags and then tossing it over the thin short wooden dune
fence into the sandy dune near us just off the motel's property.

   "Me and my friend Becka are here by ourselves this week" my eyes closed
but watching him through slightly raised eyelids as he fidgeted some in the
deepening rays of the evening, his own eyes getting larger at that remark.

   "Way cool!" he half-burped half-gulped as I rolled the top of my
one-piece down a bit to expose more of my tits to him.

   "Yeah."

   His hard rose in his swim trunks as I breathed deep to swell my bosoms
up larger and turned on my side so he could see one of them completely fall
out but no one else could, not unless someone came walking up the dune
line, his breathing getting quicker when I did.  He was cute.

   "Uh, Cozzy?" his somewhat whitish touristy chest but definitely firmer
and more built than a lot of teen-age boys his age heaving with increasing
breath.

   "Yeah, Laird?" I pulling my top back up and repositioning my straps as I
sat up to lean towards him, taking his "view" away for now.

   "I got a car and money; wanna go get something to eat?"

   He was cute, and I knew he wasn't a perv because he was a fellow amputee
and dammit, I did want to get laid.  Yeah, he'd do.

   "Yeah; I want to eat your cock, then you eat my pussy, then I want you
to fuck me, fuck me all you want; I'm a virgin, Laird, I hope that doesn't
bother you; I'm a virgin on a mission not to be one after this week; wanna
be my first, hu?"

   His face turned even paler than his Scottish heritage should have
allowed, took a deep gulp, then, as he quickly moved from his chair to sit
beside me on my loungechair as he looked deeply into my eyes to see if I
was teasing him or was serious, tried to speak but just a guttural sound
came out at first, then a half-word.

   "Uhhhh, yeeaaa-uhhhh . . .  are you, are you serious?"

   "Couldn't be more serious" my mouth kissing him with the
goldfish-suckface practice that Becka and I had done with each other just
in case one or both of us could get laid this week despite the fact that we
weren't no lezzies "you a virgin, too?" some color coming back to his face.

   "Uhhh, no" his hand lightly brushing my left breast quickly despite the
fact that a handful of people were around us "I had a couple of girlfriends
before."

   "Neat, that means you can teach me" I placing his hand on my crotch for
a split-second despite the scowling face of disapproval from some old bitty
the other side of the pool whose little kids paid us no mind.

   "Uhhh, yeah, sure, if you want me to" his trunks now tenting openly, his
cock inside them.

   "Yeah, I do; teach me, then fuck me; I want to be fucked, Laird" his
facial expression now contorting between glee and near-panic.

   "When?" he gulped.

   "Now."

   "Now?"

   "Yeah, now; any problem with that?"

   "Uhhhh, I gotta go find my dad and tell him something."

   "Tell him you found a girl and want to take her to dinner and will be
back in a few hours; when's your curfew, you said you had a car, right?"

   "Don't have a time to be home, not this weekend, I just promised him I
wouldn't drink is all, wouldn't try to buy beer and drink, I am just
eighteen; God, Cozzy, you're so beautiful."

   "Oh, pee-shaw, Laird, you don't have to seduce me, I want to fuck you,
remember?  Go find your dad and when you can, just drive out of the motel's
parking lot and make a right and the third house will be mine; go in the
side door atop the outside stairs' landing and I'll be waiting for you
inside" I getting up from the hardplastic cheap piece of patio furniture to
leave.

   "You, you 'will' be there, woncha'?" he kissing me fully, hugging me, I
kissing and hugging him back as I pushed the gate open and made my way
towards the beach to walk back to the house.

   "Yeah, my word, I'll be there, waiting."

   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   Becka was sunning herself on a beach towel above the hightide line in
front of our beach cottage when I walked up the strand from the motel.  I
spoke to her and she didn't reply as she lay face down on her towel atop
the sand hardpacked from the previous hightide.  I touched her shoulder,
then grabbed her firmer and shook her awake from her nap.

   "Becka, I found me, I mean us, a guy, and he should be here shortly,
he's eighteen and good-looking and with a package the size of three
Nathan's hotdogs wrapped together."

   "You saw it?!?"

   "Nooooo, but I did see the outline of it through his shorts; oh, you,
anyway, he'll be here sometime soon, probably the next half-hour or so, he
had to go tell his parents he was taking me out to eat and then he'll be
here . . .  you wanna do what we talked about and share him at the same
time?"

   "I dunno, I, we have to be realistic, Cozzy; you might be missing part
of your arm but I'm fat, just plain fat, and you're pretty, and I'm sure he
won't like me" she twisting around to sit up next to me on the towel.

   "I wish you wouldn't say that.  You're beautiful, you know that."

   "To you maybe, my bestest of friends, but not to guys, and since we
ain't no lez-bo's . . ." her voice trailing off as I put my arm around her
as the afternoon breeze changed direction off the waves crashing a couple
of hundred feet in front of us.

   "I know.  Tell you what, let's do this: if he does show up and is a
decent fuck, just hang around and then I'll invite you to join us, just
stay somewhere in or around the house where I can find you, okay?" my head
nudging hers, kissing her forehead sweetly.

   "Well, maybe; okay; he's okay with your arm?"

   "He's getting a free fuck so yeah" we both laughing at that "he's also
an amputee, lost his right foot and ankle, so yeah, he's fine with
everything."

   "You got lucky" she and I both rising to go inside, making our way up
our narrow private boardwalk from the second row of dunes to the house.

   "Yeah, I think I did.

   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   "God, Cozzy, you are so beautiful!" he rushing towards me to hug me as I
opened the side door for him, his enthusiasm almost knocking me down.

   "Down boy, down!" I playfully scolded at him as my arm locked around his
waist and he eased into the living room with me.

   "I thought, I thought?" his eyes almost turning sad as his bottom lip
quivered a little like a little boy's.

   "C'mere, Silly, yeah, we're gonna fuck, but I've waited eighteen years
for this so 'you' can wait a few more minutes; something to drink, snack
on?" pushing away from him for just a moment to make my way into the open
kitchen area off of the living room.  Noises of a stereo began blaring from
the upstairs bedroom, his eyes rolling up as if he could see through the
ceiling to see what was making that racket.

   "Uh?"

   "That's my best friend Becka I told you about earlier, she's a virgin
too; play your cards right, young man, and you might get to take her
virginity too later on" a grin as wide as Duke students are snobby coming
across his face at that sincere tease.

   "Hu?  I mean, hu?  Damn!" he accepting the ice-cold can of Pepsi from me
as I sat down beside him on the couch, our eyes probing each other's,
paying no attention to the million-dollar view of Nag's Head beach in front
of us through the large bay window of the living room.

   "Yeah, she has a problem with her self-esteem, she's got a few extra
pounds, thinks she's fat but she's not."

   "Uh, no, I'm sure she's not, wanna go get her, have her join us now?"

   "You sure you can stay out late tonight?" his legs shaking a bit from
nervousness as we cuddled on the couch together.

   "Yeah, my dad told me to have fun, just be back by lunch tomorrow, we'll
have to leave then."

   "Cool; kiss me, Laird" my mouth finding his before he could find mine.

   "God, Cozzy, I'm so lucky, thank you" his hands now flaying about to try
to pull my one and only tubetop off of me, my breasts totally free to his
touch and his mouth, his lips suckling to them as his hands mauled them
freely without hesitation or reprobation from me.  Uh-hu, this was going to
be everything I thought it would be.

   Then, a hand found the callousness of my left-arm stump and began
rubbing and playing with it.

   "Stop that, Laird, now, I said 'stop it'!" my one whole and one half an
arm pushing him away for a second.

   "I'm sorry Cozzy, I just got carried away" his passionate grin now a
pout.

   "Uh, that's okay, I should have told you; I'm very uncomfortable with my
stump being touched, please don't do it again; I want your hands on my tits
and pussy, not my stump, okay?" my mouth smiling and my arm and stump
pulling him back to me.

   "I'm sorry, won't happen again."

   "Let's go to the bedroom."



   Becka's stereo was even louder in my first floor bedroom, her bedroom on
the second floor being directly above it.  She didn't want to hear the
noises of our lovemaking and since she was so convinced that Laird wouldn't
want to fuck her later, I couldn't blame her.

   "God, Cozzy, you're so perfect; I do have a confession to make" Laird
throwing his clothes off himself to a pile in the corner before jumping on
the bed with me and nearly ripping my Bermuda shorts off, my tube top being
long gone somewhere in the living room "I'm actually a virgin too; is that
okay?" his member being found by my hand as we lay next to each other,
kissing, looking deeply into each other's eyes, his hands roaming at will
over my body and between my legs.

   He was nice, he was as honest as guys can get, he was good-looking and
he still wanted to fuck me.  Yeah, he'll do.

   "Yeah, that's okay; you do know where to put it in, doncha?" he grinning
at that.

   "Yeah, I know where to put it in, oh, you!" he tickling my ribs a bit
"what about birth control?" his practicality breaking the mood for a
moment.

   "The accident that caused me to lose my arm also messed up my insides, I
can't have kids, so just relax and fuck me, okay?" I leaning and scooting
to take his cock in my mouth, salty and stinky and a bit yucky but I didn't
care.

   "God, Cozzy, what a mouth!  You better stop, I wanna come inside you,
not in your mouth" he playfully pushing my head away from his lap as he
rolled me on my back and eased his way between my legs.  Geez, and all this
time all I had ever heard was how guys always preferred getting their dicks
sucked to actually fucking; I guess Cosmo didn't know they were talking
about.

   His member went inside me easily, painlessly, erotically, joyfully,
happily.  It felt good inside me but for the life of me, what was the
fucking big deal?  The odd banana and cucumber I had used to diddle myself
with a few times in the past felt better than his cock did right then.  Go
figure?

   "Laird, fuck me harder, deeper, faster, please!" I couldn't help but ask
him.  Well, couples are supposed to communicate with each other during sex,
right?  That's what the editors at Cosmo always preached.

   "I, I'm having trouble coming, Cozzy, I need to do something, okay?"

   "Sure, go ahead" my pussy relaxing its relentless grip on his
slightly-limping member.

   With that, he moved off me, sat on the edge of the bed, twisted his
prosthetic right foot and ankle off his right leg-stump and then, jumping
back between my legs but staying at the foot of me as I continued to lay
back on the bed and then moving upwards to straddle me, pinning me to the
bed as his weight firmly pressed me down as he sat on me, shoved his right
leg-stump to my left arm-stump and began rubbing his stump against mine for
all he was worth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his orgasm
began approaching from doing that, from doing that instead of his cock
being inside my pussy.  Fucking pervert, I just fucking knew it!  Fellow
amputee or not, what a fucking pervert!

   "Get the fuck off of me, NOW!, I said NOW!, dammit, NOW!" I punching him
with the closed fist of my right hand in his face and shoving my left stump
as hard as I could into his chest, driving him off of me more from surprise
than the force of the blows.

   "But, but Cozzy?!?" he rolling off of me but not off the bed, trying to
pin my shoulders back down to the bed hard before I round-housed him
another left hook squarely to his jaw so hard I think I knocked a tooth
loose.

   "But Cozzy, nothing, you fucking pervert, you're like me, you gotta
stump too, I thought you'd understand?!?  Geez, what a fucking sad case I
am, what a fucking Moe-Ron I am, get the fuck out of here, now!" words flew
as tears began leaking for the first time since mom's funeral after the car
accident that took her life and my arm when I was twelve.

   "But I love you!" he retreating to the safety of a chair next to the
bed.

   "Yeah, right, I don't care about love, I just wanted one good fuck in my
lifetime and you were, you were."

   "Perfect?  Cause I had a stump-ee too?  Perfect?  And I thought 'you'
would understand, if anyone would, Cooz', I really thought . . .  "

   "Just leave, please."

   His eyes searched mine for a moment as I wiped the moisture from my
tears away and turned away so I wouldn't have to watch him leave.

   "We could have had something, Cooz', if you had just been honest with
me, upfront."

   "Yeah, maybe, we could have had something, if 'you' had been honest with
'me', motherfucker . . .  just leave, please."

   "Sure."

   "Go, please, now" my tears returning as Becka's music above us faded
softly quietly and the only sound save the easy creak and hard slam of the
side door in the house soon became the healing pulse of the waves nearby,
the salt of the air and the sea mixing with my own brine of hope and
regret.



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