The day of Mia's scheduled surgery, doctor Ramirez explained the process to us. "Mia, we're going to surgically repair the fractures in your leg. This will involve placing metal plates and screws to stabilize the bones. After the surgery, you'll be in a full leg cast to protect and support your leg during the healing process. The casts will be on your leg for a total of 12 weeks minimum, non weight bearing"
"I'm ready Doctor."
A few days later the worst was behind her, they were going to put a cast on her broken leg. That was a crucial part of the healing process, and it was essential to provide her with stability and support as her multiple fractures mended.
A sexy young male nurse carefully cleaned and prepared her broken leg for casting. The cast technician, a skilled and experienced professional, began by wrapping her leg in layers of soft padding. This padding would provide comfort and cushioning beneath the cast.
I watched with interest as the cast technician expertly moulded the pink cast around Mia's leg. Her eyes were fixed on the process also, I could tell she was feeling excited about the process. She knew that this cast would be a constant companion for a while to both of us.
The cast slowly took shape, encasing Mia's leg from her thigh down to her toes to perfection. It was snug and very shapely. It was designed to immobilize her leg but for me it was so much more. Her fingers tightened around mine as the cast technician worked, and I could see the discomfort on her face.
Finally, the cast was complete, and her long leg was secured in a perfect pink cast, bent at the knee at a 35 degree angle. With each passing day, she would grow stronger and closer to walking again but it was going to be a very long process.
As we left the hospital, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Mia's leg cast in the leg rest of her wheelchair. I could tell she was happy to finally leave the hospital. God knows that cast made her look even sexier than she already was.
However, there was a decision that Mia had made, one that she had shared with me and Madame president alone. Despite the option to return to the White House for her recovery, she had chosen a different path. Instead of returning to the political hub of the nation, she wanted to go back to her college apartment.
Mia wanted to rejoin her college life, support her volleyball team, and wanted to be very close to me, her protector, confidante, and now, something more. I couldn't help but feel a surge of love for this woman I had the privilege of protecting and, more importantly, spending the night in bed with her, her long cast against my leg.
Arriving at the apartment building, I parked the car and turned off the engine. I knew that helping Mia out of the car would require some careful coordination and support. I opened the car door and with a warm smile "Ready to go Mia?" she nodded, her determination shining through, "I was born ready."
I gently helped her out of the car, making sure to support her long cast as she moved. She leaned on me for balance, trusting me. I carefully handed her the crutches, and she gripped them with practised ease, positioned them under her arms and smiled at me.
I leaned into her and spread my legs, allowing her to push that lovely cast between my legs and I kissed her while cupping her left breast. She squeezed her crutches and let out a small moaning sound.
"Oh yes you were born ready baby my dear Mia"
With her crutches and me by her side, we made our way to the entrance of her apartment building with grace and athleticism, even with her leg in a cast. She moved with a fluidity that proved again that she had been on crutches before.
As we approached the three steps leading to the front entrance, she paused for a moment. It was a small but necessary obstacle on her path, and I was there to provide support.
She gracefully slid her long casted leg between the crutches, positioning herself for the ascent. She used crutches and her strong leg to ascend each step, one at a time and I stood close, ready to assist if needed.
We entered the apartment building, and I watched with admiration as she navigated the long lobby towards the elevators. I walked into the elevator, held the door open for Mia. She moved inside, her crutches clacking softly against the floor. I followed closely behind her every step. Inside the elevator, she leaned against the wall for support as the doors closed. The confined space brought us closer together. Our eyes met, and the unspoken connection between us was palpable.
In that moment, unable to resist her, closer since that fateful volleyball practice, I leaned in and kissed Mia gently. It was a tender and affectionate kiss. She stopped and looked at me while standing on her crutches.
Her deep blue eyes looked at me at my clothes and high heels pumps. My skirt was cut way above the knees and hugged my tight ass and hips. My jacket was in the car and that was my mistake, her eyes moved to my Sig-Sauer P229 single action pistol. She then took a step forward towards me and rubbed my breast against my white blouse.
I could feel my hard nipples under her fingers and closed my eyes for a split second. When they opened again, the inner walls of the elevator being highly polished mirror, I was able to look at my sexy but injured girlfriend from various angles. Her blue eyes were piercing while she licked her lips and continued to rub my breasts.
Just as Mia and I shared that moment in the elevator, a sudden jolt brought our connection back to reality. The elevator jerked to a stop, and the doors slid open with a mechanical noise. As the doors revealed the 8th floor, a man in his forties stepped inside. I recognized him as one of Mia's teachers, a caring and concerned look in his brown eyes.
"Hello Mia, I heard about your injury, how's that poor broken leg of yours?"
As the professor greeted Mia in the elevator, his gaze shifted to her casted leg, and his expression turned to one of genuine concern and interest. He leaned in slightly to close for my comfort, as if trying to get a better look of her sexy long legs, especially her injured limb.
Was I jealous or just doing my job?
Mia's pink cast was extending from the top of her thigh down to mid foot. Even if it was slim and form fitting, the length of her cast was a testament to the severity of her injuries, a protective shell that held her fractured bones in place. The surface of the cast was smooth and free of imperfections. I saw how the cast technician who had applied the cast, how much he loved to rub over and over Mia pink cast, recreating her sexy shapes within the hard cast, like a sculptor.
The cast, while functional, was so much more. It was part of our life experience. That she chose pink like mine was years ago, added a touch of personality to her life in a full leg cast.
Mia's toes peeked out from the end of the cast, waiting for me to paint them.
As the professor's gaze kept lingering on, I'm sure he could see the faint impressions of her shapely leg under the cast. The contours of her calf and thigh were still evident, a reminder of her sexy leg. Mia smiled and engaged in a friendly chat with her teacher, sharing her experiences. Their conversation flowed naturally and that's not surprising since Mia has an outgoing and friendly personality.
However, as their conversation continued, I couldn't help but notice that Mia's teacher's gaze occasionally shifted towards me and my exposed firearm. There was something in his expression all of a sudden, an understanding that seemed to pass between us. She's mine buddy.
He turned to me and said, "You're Sarah, right? Mia has mentioned you before."
I nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Yes, I'm Sarah. I'm her... well, I'm here to support her through this."
A knowing smile crossed his face, and he glanced back at Mia, who was leaning on her crutches. "It's good to see someone who cares about Mia so deeply. She's lucky to have you."
As the elevator door opened, we bid her teacher farewell, and we stepped out. The doors closed behind us, and we were left alone once more slowly making our way to her apartment quietly.
Yes she is a lucky lady PROFESSOR and if you know what's good for you...
Part 6 to come
K
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