It all started when... chapter 8

 It All Started When...

Chapter 8

One sunny afternoon, as Zoe settled into her usual spot at the coffee shop, her leg cast resting on a spare chair and her crutches leaning against the table. She wore a stylish jeans skirt that ended just above her knee, giving me a good view of her bright pink cast on her leg. Her smile was infectious, but today, there was a cloud of worry dimming her usual cheer.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, sensing something was off.

Zoe hesitated before speaking, her voice tinged with apprehension. "I got some unexpected news from my doctor. It turns out, I need surgery on my ankle."

I could see the worry in her eyes, and my heart went out to her. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Zoe. What's the surgery for?"

She took a deep breath, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of her cast. "The doctor said there's some damage that hasn't healed properly. They need to go in, break my tibia and fix it to ensure I can walk properly in the future."

As she explained, It was clear she was trying to remain positive, but the fear of the unknown was evident since they were going to break a major bone.

"When do you have to go in?" I asked, my concern deepening.

"Thursday," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a bit scared, Nathan. The thought of a surgery... it's just overwhelming."

I reached across the table, placing my hand gently on hers. She smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. We sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the coffee shop around us a comforting background noise. I couldn't help but think about the dynamic between her and Brooke, how their professional relationship had added another layer of complexity to our lives. But now, all I could focus on was being there for Zoe in any way she needed.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.

Zoe shook her head gently. "Just being here, listening, is more than enough. But there is something I need to tell you..."

My heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

She looked directly into my eyes, her gaze unwavering. "Brooke has been an incredible support. She's more than just my psychiatrist; she's been a friend and ...a lover. I didn't want to say anything before because of our professional boundaries, but I think it's important you know."

I nodded, understanding dawning on me. "I'm glad she's been there for you, Zoe. And I'm here for you too. We'll get through this together."

As we finished our coffee, I couldn't shake the feeling that Zoe needed more support than just words. I took a deep breath and decided to make an offer I had been considering since she mentioned the surgery.

"I've been thinking. After your surgery, you'll need a lot of help. Why don't you move in with Brooke and me for a while? We have the space, and it would make it easier for you to recover."

Zoe's eyes widened in surprise, and she blinked, processing my offer. "Nathan, I don't know what to say. That's incredibly generous, but I don't want to be a burden."

"You wouldn't be a burden at all, you're a dear friend, and we want to help you. Brooke and I both care about you deeply. Besides, it'll be easier for you to manage with us around to assist."

Zoe looked down at her cute pink cast, then back at me, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I... I think that would be wonderful. Thank you, Nathan. I really appreciate it, especially since I'll have to get used to having a full leg cast this time."

I couldn't help but stare at her cast, my mind drifting into a mix of concern and fascination. The thought of Zoe in a full leg cast stirred something in me, an unexpected fantasy that I couldn't quite shake off. I found myself stealing glances at Zoe's leg, imagining the possibilities. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. My sexual desire for her grew stronger, and I found myself fantasizing about her more and more in a full leg cast.

The following days flew by in a blur of preparations. Brooke and I rearranged our home to accommodate Zoe's needs, making sure she would be comfortable and have everything she needed for her recovery. Brooke in her wheelchair moved gracefully through the rooms, her presence a steady source of support and encouragement.

The day of Zoe's surgery arrived, and I found myself pacing the waiting room, anxiety gnawing at me. Brooke, dressed in yoga pants and a tight t-shirt, wheeled up to me, her expression calm and reassuring.

"She's going to be fine," Brooke said, her voice soothing.

Hours later, Zoe emerged from surgery, groggy but in good spirits. I watched as the nurses wheeled her into her hospital room, my heart swelling with relief at the sight of her.

Zoe looked so lovely in her hospital bed, her leg elevated and in traction. The pins and traction held her broken ankle in place, a stark reminder of the seriousness of her injury. But despite the medical equipment, Zoe's spirit remained unbroken.

"Hey, there," I said, approaching her bedside.

Zoe smiled weakly. "Hello."

I took her hand, gently rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck," she joked, wincing slightly looking at the metal poking through her ankle and lower leg.

Day's later Zoe's leg was placed in a full-length white cast, from mid-foot to thigh, bent at an angle that left no doubt it was a non weight bearing cast. She looked at it...

"Well, I guess I won't be hiking anytime soon," she joked.

Zoe arrived at our home, on her crutches despite the cumbersome full leg cast now protecting her leg and ankle. The cast was white, pristine and striking against her tanned skin. She looked beautiful as she crutched through the doorway, Brooke led the way in her wheelchair on the ramp, moving with her usual elegance and poise. I stared at the two beautiful women before me. Brooke's effortless navigation of her wheelchair and Zoe's rhythmic movement on her crutches created a captivating contrast. The house seemed to buzz with their unique energy.

My eyes linger on her long white cast, emphasizing the length and shape of her sexy leg.

"Thank you, guys," Zoe said, her voice warm but tired. She paused, leaning slightly on her crutches, and gave me a grateful smile. Brooke turned in her wheelchair to face Zoe, her eyes full of compassion.

"Let me show you to your room. We've made sure everything is ready for you."

"Thanks again, Brooke. I really appreciate this." I followed them with my eyes as Brooke led Zoe down the hallway. Zoe was so natural on her crutches, beautiful and each movement very graceful.

The next morning she woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She stretched, feeling the familiar ache in her ankle. She looked down at her beautiful long white cast and while running her fingers over the surface she noticed me in the corner of the room smiling at her. She kicked off the blankets and swung her good leg over the side of the bed..

She smiled at me without saying a word, she caressed her good leg, feeling a shiver of pleasure run down her spine the higher she went between her leg and cast. She lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing her bare breasts. She cupped them in her hands, teasing me, teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She closed her eyes and I imagined it was my lips and tongue on her hard nipples, I knew exactly how she wanted to be touched.

She slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties and...,

It all started when
Part 9 to come
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