It was an ordinary Thursday for Jake. His apartment greeted him with the smell of bacon and freshly laundered linens. He relieved himself of his work bag and planted himself face-first on the couch as he turned on Netflix.

Jake’s girlfriend, Sarah, usually joined him about an hour after he would get home, when she finished her homework. Today was different. Two and a half hours passed. No Sarah. Or maybe? There was a knock low on the door with a sort of kicking quality to it.

Jake leapt with excitement to open the door, expecting it to be Sarah.

Well it was. Sort of. Half of her.

A pair of smooth legs wearing tan short shorts and red converse shoes with multicolored socks stood patiently outside the door as one foot lifted up to scratch the other leg. A small note attached to the smooth skin on the waist stump caught Jake’s eye.

“Jake, I’m completely swamped with a paper today and I’m not even close to finishing. I hope you don’t mind that I sent my bottom half over while I work. I know it’s not the same as my whole body and it isn’t as conversational, but feel free to do with my legs as you please.”

Sarah often did parlor tricks for Jake, but this was definitely a first. Jake had always assumed her tricks were nothing more than sleight of hand, yet here she was, standing at his front door without a torso accompanying her legs.

After a few moments of staring off in the distance in confusion, he invited the legs inside. Jake began making sense of the new reality before him.

Legs don’t see.

Or talk.

Or hear.

But they definitely still feel.

Sarah just gave me blanket consent for the evening with her legs.

With that realization, Jake wasted no time. The shoes came off, followed by the socks, shorts, and panties.

… I will leave the rest to your imagination. Jake had a great time. :)