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Alice

No one said much about Alice. They would talk about her family, up there in the cottage with the green shutters, but when it came to their daughter, every one got sort of quiet, just saying what a shame, and something about her disability.

I had seen her face a few times through the window of the that summer place by the lake, and was fascinated. That morning I had gathered my courage, and knocked at her door. From somewhere inside the cottage her voice said: "Hold on, I'll be there in just a minute."After some time I could hear some slight noises on the other side of the door, and then it slowly opened.

Alice was standing at the edge of the door, if standing is really the right word for someone who hasn't even a trace of legs. I tried to look only at her upturned face, but it was impossible. Not only was she completely without legs, but the empty sleeves of her t-shirt showed no evidence of arms or even shoulders.

"Hello,"she said, "I'm sorry it took me so long to get to the door, I wasn't really dressed."

"Hi,"I said, trying to concentrate on my prepared speech, "that's OK, I just thought it was a nice day and maybe you would like to go sailing with me? "

"Wow,"she said, "you get right to it, don't you?"and laughed.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry."I said, and introduced myself, explaining where our family's place was, and that I'd seen her, and thought she was cute.

She said that she'd seen me around and was glad I'd come to the door.

"Why don't you come in for a minute,”she said, "I've got some stuff to do first, but it sounds like sailing could be fun."

"Go on in and sit down,"she said nodding toward the living room.

I wasn't kidding. She really was cute: short curly hair, pretty face, great smile, neat little body. As I sat I watched her she leaned against the door closing it, then rebalanced herself and shuffled in to the living room, each swivel moving her a few inches at a time.

"I'm pretty slow at walking, but I'm getting faster, "she said.

Her loose fitting t-shirt was moving wildly from one side to the other as she worked her way across the rug.

"I talked my folks into letting me stay here by myself all month, so I have to finish my breakfast dishes first, but tell me about your boat."

"I can help you with the dishes, if you want."

"No, just stay there, OK? I can do them myself. Just stay there and don't watch, OK? "

"Well, OK."

So I rambled on about the family boat, and how the rest of the folks had gone to town for the day.

After a while, she called: "All done, you can look now!"

I walked into the kitchen to see a small bowl, plate and glass neatly drying in the rack. Alice was perched on a ramp in front of the sink. She was still shaking her dry T-shirt down over what was clearly a very wet torso.

"Pretty good,"I said. "How'd you do that?"

She just smiled a big smile, and slowly wobbled down the ramp, steadying herself along the counter.

"What do I need to bring along?"she asked.

"Not much...I've got some sandwich stuff, and drinks down there."

"OK, I'll meet you outside, in back."

The front door shut behind me and I could hear it lock. A few minutes later she reappeared at the back of the house in an electric wheelchair. She wriggled around in the chair, and the back door to the cottage dropped down and locked.

"Pretty neat, eh?"she said. "That's something dad installed. He put a lot of remote control stuff in the cottage this spring when I said I wanted to try to do some independant living. OK, where's the boat?"

"It's down past the dockhouse. How'd you do that?"

"A remote is built into the seat of the chair. So are the speed and turn controls. Since I don't have any arms, or anything to push handles or buttons, I've figured out how to do stuff with my... with my, um I'll explain it sometime. "

As we headed for the boat, I saw how she was steering the chair. Leaning back, she would arch her back and push down on sort of a pedal at the front of the seat. She saw me watching her.

"Left for left, right for right, and closer to me is foreward, and in front is stop, and back up. He first had it with the front and back the other way, but I kept falling out of the chair if I'd stop suddenly. I have a heck of a time just getting upright once I'm down, let alone get back into the chair. This way when I put on the brakes, I'm pretty well braced.“

She controlled the rocker panel, set into the front of the chair seat, with remarkable ease, reaching foreword and back, pushing left, then right as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I could hardly believe what this really cute girl, with just a limbless torso was doing. Once we got to the boat, I unpacked the few things I had stowed in the locker, unwrapped the sails, and got ready to sail. Alice had parked her chair beside the dockhouse, and had slid down out of the seat. She had one corner of a plastic tarp in her mouth and was slowly covering her chair.

"I've got it locked, and it doesn't look like rain,"she mumbled around the plastic, "but I always cover it up."

With some contortions that only an 19 year old limbless body could manage, she finished wrapping the chair, got her balance and started her shuffle across the dock to the boat.

I had hooked the jib onto its sheet, and was setting up the main when I heard Alice suddenly burst out laughing. She was almost over to the boat, and her face was really red. She had fallen flat on the dock.

"I'm sorry, she laughed, "I do that all the time. I tripped over my jeans."

She was wriggling on the planking. "I've learned how to get up by myself, but it takes a while. I'm really sorry."

She continued to writhe on the dock. I got out of the boat had went over to her.

"Maybe it'd be faster if I sort of got you up again."

Reluctently she agreed, and I helped her regain her balance.

"I really need to do things like that for myself."she said, as she resumed her shuffle to the sloop.

"I just hate feeling like some helpless cripple that everyone has to pity. I don't need anyone to feed me or wipe my bottom. I mean, I'm a healthy young woman, what there is of me, and I want to do the things everybody else does."

I had climbed back into the boat, as she worked her way to the edge of the dock.

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

I was desperately trying to concentrate on getting the boat ready.

"Of course not. It's fine. No problem. Hop in"

"Right. Hop."she laughed again. "That's a new one. That's going to take some work!"

She swivelled over to the boat on her tapered little bottom.

"OK, now what ?"she asked. "Can you give me a hand across? "

"Um...sure. What should I hold?"

More laughter.

"Just lift me across, I guess,"she said. Then she lifted her chest as if she were reaching out with her arms. I reached up and put my hands around her ribs. Her body was vibrant and alive. I felt the full weight of both breasts relax on top of my hands as I lifted her.

She weighed very little, and I settled her in the stern and cast us off.

In spite of the pleasant breeze, it was very warm. I took off my shirt, and we headed out onto the lake. Alice was next to me as I worked the tiller and mainsheet. She looked warm, too, but was quiet as we moved along.

Alice looked down at her chest. She was moving her breasts inside the shirt. She looked like a little kid poking the inside of her blouse with two fingers pretending that she had breasts.

"You're really OK with me being able to do things for myself?"she asked.

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"Well, I'm really thirsty, and you said you had some soft drinks?"

"Right."

"I sure hope you take this the right way."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll have to show off for you now, unless you mean to hold my drink up for me."

With that she hooked her t-shirt over a cleat, and worked it over her head, and let it fall on the seat beside her. Finally she sat upright next to the tiller, smiling at me, and more beautiful than I could have imagined in my wildest dream. Absolutely perfect in every way. Without shoulders, her breasts became the defining shape of her upper torso.

"Hi sailor,"she said with a wonderfully silly smile, and flipped her right breast around in a circle. Both nipples were erect and really out there. It seemed like an eternity before I could speak.

"Hello, yourself,"I responded, with an echoing wave.

"That was pretty lame,I thought. "Can't you do better than that?"

"So where's this soda you're talking about?"

I was off the hook.

"Just steer for that tall building way over there, OK?"

Alice wiggled her body next to the tiller, lowered her breasts onto the tiller, and moved it a little to the left, then to the right. Her body sparkled in the light reflected by the water

"Aye aye, sir!"she called.

I brought a plate with two sandwiches , a coke and a root beer up on deck. I sat down across from her and opened the drinks.

"Is that what you didn't want me to see this morning Alice?"

"Yes, pretty much. I guess I really was more worried that I'd screw up and drop something, or break it. I hate soap in my mouth, and wet soapy dishes are really hard to hold between your boobs, you know?"

"I'll have to take your word for that. "

"True, true. Call me Aly, OK? My folks call me Alice when they're mad at me. Here, you can have the tiller back."

I took the tiller, and asked which drink she wanted. She asked for the root beer. Hunching her back, she took the can between her breasts, and resting it on the gunwale, rearranged it in her grasp so that she could lift it and drink. She saw me watching her.

"I really can't do that much with them. Boobs is really the right name, you know? All the time I was growing up, I was sure I was going to grow a pair that I could use just like arms. I had it all planned out. I figured that my nipples would be my finger on each hand, and every night after the lights were out, I'd practice making them stick out and get real hard. Then I'd do a work out with my chest muscles."

She worked the muscles of her chest. Each breast responded with very interesting if somewhat erratic movement.

"Then when they finally did develop, what a disappointment! They really weren't anything like what I'd expected. Night after night I'd try to use them to pull the covers up, or turn my pillow over. No luck. They were just too soft, and floppy! Not what I needed at all. I was just getting more and more frustrated. I tried so very hard to make them be my arms, and one little finger on each hand. I've cried myself to sleep more than once because I couldn't get them to do what I just knew they had to do. I still haven't completely given up, though.?"

She looked over at me. I was looking down at the most beautiful pair of breasts I had ever seen. My appreciation must have shown. She smiled.

"They look OK, I guess, but truly, they just can't do what I need arms to do.?

She was moving them, one at a time, doing her best to show me just how limited she thought she was.

"Part of it is because pectoral muscles are supposed to attach to shoulders. Guess what? No luck there, either! So even with constant exercise, they won't do half the stuff I really planned. So I just have to make do with whatever these silly, floppy, pink-nosed puppies will do, right?"

"Right. Sure, right!"

She held the empty can out to me, and I replaced it with half a sandwich. She craned her head to one side and bit into it.

"See what I mean? I can't even hold this sandwich up the right way!"

She moved her breasts around, doing her best to get the sandwich horizontal.

"I guess that's a little better."

"Do your folks know how you use your breasts?"

"Boobs. Oh, I think they must have figured it out by now. I know my little brother does. He still helps me figure out ways to do things for myself."

She adjusted the position of the sandwich.

"I really think they must have known when I screamed like a banshee the day Mom tried to make me wear a bra. Can you imagine going around for the rest of you life with the closest thing you have to arms strapped to your chest? I mean it's bad enough they aren't my dream arms, but they don't deserve to be put in a straightjacket!"

She finished her sandwich, and we picked up a little speed across the water.

"Do you have any sun lotion?"she asked. "I don't get too much sun, and I really can't afford to get sunburned."

"Sure. There's some in the first-aid kit."

The breeze had settled down again, and the sun felt great.

"One thing about not having as much skin surface as most folks, I really get overheated easily. Not as much skin area to radiate the heat."

I lashed the tiller, and let the sloop drift. Aly settled herself face down on the seat. She had marvelously smooth skin, and as I gently rubbed her back with the lotion, I could feel ever fibre of her body respond to my touch. I did the sides of her torso finally, and the gentle slope from her ribs to her neck .

"I'll bet that's a new one for you,"she giggled. Then she buried her face in the cushion, arched her back, and flipped herself over, somehow without falling off the seat.

"You won't believe how long it took me to learn how to do turn over like that!"

She looked up into my eyes.

"Are you sure this is OK?"

"Sure. You're beginning to get a little red already."

I did her face first, and neck, then started to work my way up from her waist.

"Put plenty on my arms,"she chortled, "and my fingers. They get sunburned worse than anything."

A huge silly smile was on her face the whole time I was doing what she had asked. I think she realized what a rush I was feeling. She watched intently as I put lotion on her erect nipples. They were unusually firm and distended. When I was done, she wobbled her breasts around in as big a motion as she could manage.

"Feels great,"she said. "How about I do you?"

"You're kidding!"

"You think so? Help me up, and you can do your own front, but I'll do your back, OK?"

"Deal."

So I helped her get settled upright, sat down in front of the seat, and said: "All right, you're on, smarty!"

She leaned against me, resting her breasts on each side of my neck.

"You've got great shoulders,"she said, sliding the tip of her right breast along my neck and shoulder.

"Now don't lean foreward, or I'll end up down there with you."

"Squeeze some lotion on here,"she said, thrusting her right breast over my shoulder. Her left breast cushioned my left ear. "Right on my finger, OK?"

I did as requested. I felt a tickle, then a soft caress across my shoulder. Slowly but surely, both my shoulders and then with another application, my back were protected from the sun.

"Bet you didn't think I could do it, did you?"

"I'm beginning to think that I better not bet against you at anything,"I managed.

"OK, so what's next?"

"You want to go exploring?"I asked. "There's an island over there that belongs to some friends of ours, and it's just rocks and trees and stuff, but we could go over there if you'd like. "

"What a wonderful idea. This is really like some kind of wild dream, you know?"she said. "I've never been out in the open like this, with my so-called arms free, and not having somebody bumping me around in a wheelchair. Let's go for it!"

She made a series of wild moves with her breasts, bringing them apart, and then together in front of her. Finally she stopped and looked at me.

"I was trying to clap my hands, but I can't quite get them to slap together. You'll just have to imagine it. I'm really so happy, honest."

The island was before us, and I pulled the centerboard and jumped overboard and pulled the craft close to shore. I made it fast to a good sized tree, and waded back to get my guest.

"I actually have some beer in that cooler, if you'd rather have that,"I suggested.

"That'd be good."

So with beer under one arm, and balancing Aly with the other we headed up the bank into the woods.

Aly was revelling in the experience.

"You know all this stuff,"she said as we moved along, "what kind of tree is that?"making a motion with her breast that clearly was meant to be pointing.

"That's a pitch pine, and that one over there is pin oak,"I responded, waving around with my head.

"There's a picnic bench back here that we can use as a base of operations. "

I put the beer down on the table, and settled Aly on the bench.

"Put me on the ground, OK? I want to walk over to that tree. I want to touch the bark and see what it feels like...I want to reach out and just touch everything."

I lifted her to the ground. There was a bit of grass, and the earth was dry.

"There you go, Aly..I'm going to open a couple of beers."

Aly moved cautiously over the uneven earth. She reached up, and touched a bush along the way, and then examined the bark of the tree. As I was opening the second beer, I heard a little shriek, and a laugh.

"What?"

"Oh, I do that all the time. I walked right out of my jeans."

I looked at her. There she stood, without a stitch on, her bottom as bare as any baby's, her cut offs on the ground behind her.

"I'm sorry,"she said, "I'll try to wiggle back in to them if you're uncomfortable."

"Why...no, of course not,"I said finally, "I mean if you're comfortable."

"Really and truly this is super!"she said, "I can feel the grass between my toes and everything. Thank you! It's like a fairy tale!"

Gingerly, she worked her way back to the picnic table. I watched how she moved. She would lift the front of her pelvis, sitting back, sort of, and swing one hip foreword, then settle back down again again to get her balance. Then she would lift up again, and repeat the process with the other hip. It was clearly important to her that she was able to move this way, by herself.It also seemed she was really enjoying the feeling of the warm earth and soft grass under her bottom.

"Between your toes, eh?"

I lifted her up to the seat, and put a beer at the edge of the table where she could reach it.

She lifted the beer, and took a sip. She looked at me, smiled, and then was silent for a time.

"I call them my toes,"she said almost in a whisper.

"What?"

"Toes,"she repeated. "I mean, I don't have legs or feet, so when I stand up, they're my toes. They're not, really. I mean you don't pee between your toes, right?"

"No, ma'am. At least I try not to."

We both laughed a little. She looked at me for a long time, then out at the lake. Then she said:

"A lot of armless people can do almost anything with their toes. I saw this video once when I was a little kid about this woman who was born without arms, and she could do just everything."

Then she was quiet again for a while. Then she looked down at what she called her toes.

"I can do a few things. Not really very much, because there aren't any toe bones or anything down there, but that's really the main reason I usually don't wear bottoms around the house."

She had leaned back, tilting her pelvis up, and showed me some little movements she could make.

"I can pick up a few things, like if I drop something, or I can hold some small things so I can get to them with my mouth. Mostly the muscles are more inside, so I can't really do as much as I'd like, but since I have the cottage to myself now, I can try to do a lot of different things. Like I can hold a pencil, but I still can't write very well."

She was making little movements, as if holding a pencil.

"It really gets to be a nuisance having to do just everything with my mouth, so I'm trying to teach each part of my body to do more. Every little bit helps, Right? "

I couldn't have agreed more.

"What do your folks think of all this?"

"Oh, gosh I couldn't tell them. I mean they're really straight, you know? You should have heard them when I said I needed to shave down there. I never explained why, though. My little brother got me the shaving stuff, so I can keep myself nice and clean. Hair gets in the way when I do anything,"she said. "Besides the only people I know that like hair on their toes are Hobbits."

She wiggled her toes as much as she could, and suddenly looked at me very intently.

"You must think I'm like the most totally weird person you ever met!

I mean really, who else have you met that can sit and flop her boobs around and twitch her vagina and act like its perfectly OK?"

It was a completely unanswerable question, except that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever met, certainly the most fascinating, and somehow, although I don't know why, I was falling in love with her.

"Aly, you're not weird at all. Very unusual, for sure, and if the way you do things is a problem for people, believe me, it isn't for me."

"Look,"she said. "I really like you. I don't know why I decided to show you all this stuff. Most girls just keep their private parts private, plus I've had some bad experiences with one or two other boys. I just felt that you were OK, and I just had to know how you'd take it. I mean, these other boys thought I was some kind of sex pot or something. It's been kind of scary".

"Aly, come here,"I said. She wiggled across the seat, and I lifted her naked body onto my lap.

"You are one fantastic person. You're beautiful, and have overcome some tremendous obstacles. You have great courage in the face of disappointment, and I think that fact that you could share your secrets with someone you have just met, shows how much confidence you have in yourself. "

She leaned foreword, and kissed me, very gently on the cheek.

"So I'm not really sexy?"

"You're the sexiest thing on two...toes, "I blurted.

"I just thought that maybe after seeing me totally naked, and then watching me do some pretty strange stuff, maybe you didn't think I was, well, attractive. But I have a feeling,"she laughed, looking down to where her naked body was pushing on my crotch, "That I've got an answer right there."

Boy, was she right.

"So I'm sexy,eh?"she said, resting her boobs on my shoulders.

"Well, I think you're kind of sexy yourself. Maybe if you took those shorts off, I could really tell."

She had her face right up to mine, and was smiling a devilish smile that meant only one thing.

It was nearly dusk as the boat pulled back into the dock, and we unpacked the boat, both very tired. I walked alongside Aly's chair until we reached the house with green shutters. I kissed her goodnight, and watched as she opened the back door to the cottage.

"How about next weekend,"I asked.

"Could be, what'd you have in mind?"

"How about a picnic up the mountain? They have that horse trail, and we could ride up and see the sights. "

"Horses? Wow. You really do know the way to a little girl's heart."

"I'll call you , OK?"

We waved good night to each other, each in our own way.

I went to sleep that night, trying to figure out how she would stay balanced on a horse, or hold the reins.

But that would be another story.

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