Jessica then and now chapter 8

 Jessica then and now

Chapter 8
2030's

I received an expected call from Jessica,  we both came back from the past when I looked by accident at a paper  from 2037 that I had in my backpack by accident while in the past. Her voice was still very confident over the phone as she expressed her need in meeting me, how could I say no. I needed to know how my trip to the past affected her

"Hello, this is Liam," I answered, happy to get her call.

"Liam, it's Jessica, can we meet to discuss what happened on the polo field last week, well actually it was a long time ago. Decades ago."

I couldn't hide my intrigue at the prospect of meeting her. "Of course, Jessica. When would it be convenient for you?"

"Tomorrow works for me," she replied promptly. "How about at the Dark Note café again?"

"That sounds perfect," I agreed, already looking forward to our meeting. Her voice carried echoes of the young Jessica. I remembered all my trips in time to see her, to help her. From her years, tall, with incredible legs and firm sexy breasts. Her curvy silhouette had always captivated me, paired with her crutches and various leg casts over the years that filled our lives. Not having seen her in many years now, I wasn't sure what to expect.

As Saturday arrived I walked into the café, the warm aroma of coffee greeted me, mingling with the chatter of patrons and the gentle hum of conversation. I found a quiet corner table and settled in, anticipation bubbling within me for my meeting with Jessica. Time seemed to slow as I waited, my thoughts drifting to the many many discussions we had over the years from time travelling back and forth.

Suddenly, the café door swung open, and my gaze locked onto Jessica as she entered. It felt like a scene from a parallel universe; describing her as a beautiful mature woman would be an understatement. The tall, sexy woman was now in a wheelchair, she exuded grace and confidence despite her paralysis from the hip down. She navigated the space effortlessly, her arms and hands moving expertly on the wheelchair's rims as she wheeled herself forward with a determined stride.

Me and everybody else in the cafe observed Jessica, her legs were in a sleek and sexy pair of black pantyhose, accentuating their slender curves. Despite her wheelchair, she maintained an elegant appearance, wearing a stylish leather skirt that draped gracefully around her hips.

Her choice of footwear, 5-inch red stiletto heels, added a touch of pure sexiness to her look, contrasting beautifully with the black pantyhose. Even in her seated position, Jessica's legs exuded a sense of poise and beauty since for reasons that I couldn't explain, even 30 some years later she kept her muscle tone. And yet she couldn't walk or even stand on those perfect legs.

A mystery of time travelling I guess.

"Liam, it's great to be here with you," Jessica greeted warmly, her smile genuine. I leaned over and kissed her cheek this time.

"It's wonderful to see you, Jessica," I replied, looking at her stylish wheelchair. "What happened? Was it the last time you travelled in time? I inquired, curious about her current condition. To be honest I was so attracted to her in her wheelchair. Her sexy long crippled leg looked so good.

Jessica's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Just a little time travelling mishap, not the last one I guess" she explained calmly, grabbing her left leg and moving it over the right one.

"I don;t feel anything from my hips down."

I nodded, though my interest lingered. "You handle that wheelchair so gracefully, it's clear you're quite adept with it," I complimented, admiring her poise despite the challenges.

"Thank you, Liam, for you it's only been a few days, you were back last week" she responded, meeting my gaze with those big brown eyes and her wet lips. "I've been in a chair for 30 years, navigating life's obstacles is just another performance, isn't it? A different stage, but the show must go on."

"I missed you so much"

Her fingers gently traced the contours of her paralyzed legs, she was teasing me "For years and multiple trips back and forth I spent months in leg casts and crutches between my stays in my wheelchair."

As Jessica shared her time travelling experiences, I listened attentively, drawn into the challenges and triumphs she faced during her various recoveries. She spoke of the initial struggles with adapting to life in a wheelchair, the frustrations of limited mobility versus her time in leg casts and crutches.

In the midst of our conversation I got daring enough to touch her legs, her sexy long shapely and yet useless legs. That's when a thought lingered in my mind like a persistent whisper from the past.

"Jessica," I began tentatively, my words carefully chosen, "have you ever considered going back, trying again?, maybe staying in the past with me and Emily"

She looked at me with a mix of surprise and contemplation. "You mean, back in time? At the same time again on the polo field?" she clarified, her gaze meeting mine with a curious intensity.

I nodded, my eyes reflecting the curiosity that danced in hers. "Yes, back to that moment before the accident, before everything changed," I elaborated, my voice carrying a hint of wonder.

"I've tried a few times already without success," she admitted. I nodded in understanding.

"It's a decision that carries immense risks,"

Later back at her house I sat close to her in her wheelchair, her crippled leg against my leg, not just a casual touching of her knee. She smiled at me, my hand slid up her leg, caressing her thigh from knee to skirt. She slowly opened her legs for me, inviting me higher up. Then I was under her skirt, my fingers touched her.

She looked at me caressing, splitting the labia and pushing against her wet lips, my finger sliding in. She was moaning, her eyes were closed.

Her expression turned thoughtful, considering the risks and rewards of trying again.

"It could mean walking again, leaving this wheelchair behind," she said, excited at the prospect of regained mobility.

"But it also means risking new fractures, the pain and uncertainty all over again," she added.

"It's a decision that carries immense risks," I acknowledged, echoing her concerns while also recognizing the potential for a positive outcome.

"What if things don't change? What if we're stuck in a loop, repeating the same?"

"We won't know unless we try this new approach."

Finally, Jessica nodded slowly, rolling closer in her wheelchair, excitement in her eyes. She kissed me and then said "Alright, let's do it. Let's go back and try again,"

Chapter 9 to come
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