Monday, September 16, 2024
Sunday, September 15, 2024
Saturday, September 14, 2024
Cheer, crutches and love chapter 7
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 7
Two months later, I found myself back at the hospital, ready to have my long pink cast removed and replaced with a shorter one. It was a milestone in my recovery, signalling the start of a new chapter. As I waited, still on crutches but soon able to start putting weight on my leg when I got my new cast, I was nervous and excited.
Nick noticed me smiling and staring at him and gently asked, "What's on your mind?"
"I was just thinking about how, from the moment we met, you were the most amazing man I'd ever known," I confessed, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "You were so confident, yet so compassionate. I knew right then that I wanted to get to know you better."
"And look at us now," Nick said with a warm smile, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. "We're getting married this summer, and we're going to face whatever life throws at us together. There's nothing that could make me happier."
"Hailey, it's great to see you again," The doctor greeted me warmly, shaking my hand. His kind smile was reassuring as we sat down to discuss the next steps.
"Thank you." Today was the day my long pink cast would be removed, and I'd be fitted with a short leg cast, a significant milestone in my recovery. The thought of finally being able to put some weight on my leg, even just a little was fantastic. Nick was by my side, he squeezed my hand gently.
The sound of the cast saw, buzzing to life sent a jolt through me, while the Dr. carefully began to cut through the fiberglass, the vibrations tickling my skin underneath. I watched as the cast slowly split open, revealing my poor leg beneath, pale, thinner than I remembered, but there it was partially free.
As the cast came off completely, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of vulnerability after months in its cocoon. My leg, once toned and strong, now looked fragile and weak. But this was progress, and I reminded myself of that as the doctor examined my leg and Nick stared at my exposed ankle again remembering wrapping rolls of ace bandages around it..
"You're healing nicely. The muscle tone will come back with time and physical therapy. But now, let's get you fitted with your new cast."
The nurse brought over the materials for the short leg cast, and I watched as he expertly wrapped the fresh layers around my lower leg, leaving my knee free this time. The white cast was lighter, shorter, and while it still restricted me, it felt like a step toward freedom.
Once the cast was set, the nurse placed a special cast shoe over my foot, securing it snugly. It was a strange feeling, bending my knee, even if my lower leg was still encased in fiberglass.
"You're going to start putting some weight on your leg now, but only a little, and always with your crutches. Take it slow, and listen to your body and Nick. It's going to feel strange at first, but it's important to start building up your strength."
I nodded, absorbing his words. "I'll be careful."
Nick helped me off the table, and as I stood on my crutches, I tentatively let my injured leg touch the ground. The sensation was very strange. It was both foreign and familiar at the same time. It's hard to explain but if any of you reading have been in a cast before you know that amazing feeling. There was no pain, just an odd pressure, as if my leg was waking up from a long sleep.
"You're doing great, one step at a time."
I took a deep breath and slowly applied a bit more weight, the cast shoe providing stability. It wasn't much, but it was a start. I could feel the muscles in my leg protesting, unused to the effort, but I was determined. This was my first step toward recovery, and I was ready to take it.
As we left the clinic, the cool air hit my face, and I couldn't help but smile. It felt like the beginning of something new, something promising. With Nick by my side and my crutches in hand, I knew I could face whatever came next. The road to recovery was still long, but for the first time in months, I felt like I was truly moving forward.
Back at home, I decided to surprise Nick. This was very unnatural for me but I felt amazing. I slowly made my way to the bedroom partly limping on my cast shoe, shedding my clothes piece by piece. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a sexy, confident woman, despite my broken leg, cast and crutches. I was ready to seduce my fiancé.
"Nick?" I called out, my voice sultry.
He appeared in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in my striptease. I could see the desire in his gaze, and I knew I had him. I beckoned him closer, and he came, wrapping his arms around me.
"Hello, beautiful, don't put too much weight on that sexy injured ankle of mine" he murmured, nibbling my earlobe.
I moaned, leaning into him. "I can't wait for that small cast to be off and feel your lips and fingers on my injured ankle...I want you, Nick. Nowwww."
He didn't need any more encouragement. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as he carefully picked me up, I dropped my crutches and he laid me on the bed. His hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
"You're so beautiful, Hailey," he whispered, full of desire.
His hands were all over my large breasts, and I gasped as he began to explore lower between my legs. I was already wet, ready for him. He teased me, his fingers dancing around my clitoris, and I moaned, begging for more.
"Please, Nick," I begged, my voice needy.
He chuckled, his breath warm against my ear. "Patience, my love. It's like your ankle, you need to slow down..."
Finally, he gave me what I wanted, his penis plunging inside me. I cried out, my back arching off the bed. He set a steady rhythm, and I met him thrust for thrust. It wasn't long before I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
"I'm so close!" I gasped, my breath coming in short pants.
He increased his pace, sending me spiralling over the edge. I cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't stop, drawing out my orgasm until I was limp and satisfied.
"You're amazing," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to my lips, one hand on my cast. I smiled, my eyes heavy with satisfaction. "So are you."
Over the next few weeks, we spent countless hours working on my strength and partial mobility, and with each passing session, I could feel myself growing stronger the closer I got to February 12 when I was losing this short leg cast.
Each session brought me closer to regaining my strength and mobility, but there was also a subtle danger lurking beneath the surface. As the date for my cast removal approached, I became increasingly eager to push myself. The thought of finally being free of the short leg cast was tantalizing, almost intoxicating.
I started to test my limits, putting more weight on my ankle than Dr. Turner had advised. I told myself it was progress, that it was all part of the healing process, but deep down, I knew I was rushing things. It's all a drug...cheer competition...power...sexiness... and physical, sexual pain...
Nick noticed, of course. He always noticed. One afternoon, as we sat on the couch after another exhausting training session with my cast on his lap, he gently touched my toes, his fingers brushing over the cast.
"Hailey, you're pushing yourself too hard, you need to be careful. The last thing we want is for you to re-injure yourself."
But we both knew better...I...
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 8 to come
K
Friday, September 13, 2024
Thursday, September 12, 2024
Cheer, crutches and love chapter 6
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 6
"Thank you for your help," I whispered, feeling a warm glow from the connection we shared. As I spoke, I shifted my leg so that my cast brushed against his, a gentle and intentional move that didn't go unnoticed. The brief contact of that same ankle he loved to caress and wrap added an extra layer of intimacy, and I saw a flicker of awareness in his eyes, a silent acknowledgement of the bond between us.
With a reassuring nod, Nick led me inside, where the hostess greeted us with a polite smile. Her eyes briefly flickered to my pink cast and exposed toes and I swear I saw her lick her lips, but she quickly looked away, trying to maintain her professionalism. As she turned to guide us to our table, I noticed her limping badly, her steps uneven and cautious.
Nick, always attentive, couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"
The hostess paused, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. "Oh, I'm fine," she said with a shy smile. "I sprained my ankle last weekend while dancing with my girlfriend. It's just a little sore."
As she spoke, I caught a glimpse of an ace bandage wrapped tightly around her ankle, visible beneath the sheer black pantyhose she wore. She continued to limp slightly as she led us to our table. The restaurant was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight creating shadows that danced along the walls. A gentle melody played in the background, blending seamlessly with the quiet murmur of conversations, enveloping us in a cozy and intimate atmosphere.
We reached our table, a small, secluded corner booth. Nick pulled out a chair for me, and I carefully lowered myself onto it, resting my crutches against the wall. My casted leg extended awkwardly under the table, and I shifted slightly to find a comfortable position.
He sat across from me, his eyes warm but alternating between me and the sprained ankle of our hostess. "You're handling all of this so well, Hailey. I know it can't be easy." I smiled, feeling a surge of affection for him, reaching across the table to take his hand in mine. His touch was gentle, I felt calm wash over me.
The evening passed in a blur of laughter, good food, and easy conversation. For a while, I almost forgot about the long cast on my leg, about the injury that had turned my life upside down. All that mattered was the connection I felt with Nick, the way he made me feel beautiful and cared for despite everything.
As we finished our meal and prepared to leave, Nick once again helped me on my good foot. He was by my side as I navigated the restaurant on my crutches. Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing, a perfect contrast to the warmth building between us. Nick led me to the car, and as we paused under the soft glow of a nearby streetlamp.
Without a second thought, I leaned into Nick, pressing my body against his. Our eyes locked, and the tension between us snapped as our lips met in a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as our tongues entwined, deepening the kiss with an urgency that left us both breathless.
When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads rested against each other, both of us catching our breath. Out of nowhere, the words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. "Nick, were you sexually attracted to my sprained ankle before I broke it?"
The question hung in the air, charged with the intensity of the moment, as I stood there on my crutches.
"Let's get you home and I will tell you all about my sexual attractions"
We walked into my bedroom, I was feeling confident and sexy in my black dress. I had taken extra care with my appearance tonight. Nick's eyes met mine, and I could see the desire in his gaze. He looked at me like I was the last woman in the room, and it made me feel powerful. I walked over to him, leaning on my crutches, and pressed my body against his.
"Nick, you need to answer, were you sexually attracted to my sprained ankle before I broke my leg and ankle?" I asked again, I wanted to know. Nick looked at my long pink cast for a moment, then his eyes searched for mine.
"I'll be honest with you, I've always been attracted to you, from the moment I met you. But I have to admit, there was something about your sprained ankle that caught my attention. It made you vulnerable, and it made me want to take care of you. I have a wild fetish, attractions to sprained ankle"
I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. "So, you have a thing for injured women?" I asked, my voice low and seductive, my breasts slowly rubbing against him.
"No, I have a thing for you," Nick said, his voice firm. "And I think you were extremely sexy with your sprained ankle wrapped in ace bandages leaning on your crutches but... you are also incredibly sexy with your strong leg trapped and protected in that long pink cast. It's like you're this strong, powerful woman who's also vulnerable and feminine. I love it."
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my body. "I'm glad you think so, because I want you, Nick. I want you to undress me and make love to me right now."
His eyes blazing with desire. His hands reached for my face. He leaned in, kissing me deeply, and I could feel the heat building between us, his hands on my waist as he guided me to my bed. He helped me out of my dress, his eyes roving over my body,my eyes, my breasts...
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing a path from my neck to my breasts teasing my hard nipples.
I moaned as he touched me, my body responding to his touch. "I want you," I said, my voice breathless.
Nick undressed, his eyes never leaving mine. He was beautiful, with his toned body and muscular arms. I could see the desire in his gaze, and it made me feel wanted. He climbed into bed next to me, his hand on my broken leg. "I love your cast," he said, his fingers tracing a pattern on the pink fibre.
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my body. "I'm glad you like it, but I prefer this" I said, my hand reaching for his hard penis.
He moaned as I touched him, his hips thrusting forward. I leaned in, kissing him deeply as I stroked him. He responded, his hands on my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples.
"I want you inside me," I said, my voice breathless.
Nick didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself between my cast and leg, his penis at my entrance. He looked at me, his eyes filled with desire. I moaned as he entered me, my body responding to him. He moved slowly at first, his hips thrusting forward as he filled me.
"Yes, Nick, yes," I said, my voice breathless.
He picked up the pace, his hips thrusting faster as he drove into me. I moaned, my body responding to his touch. I wrapped my one leg around him, pulling him closer. "Fuck me harder, deeper ".
Nick responded, his hips thrusting forward with an urgency that left me breathless. I moaned, as he took me to the edge.
"I'm so close,"
His fingers found my clitoris, his touch sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body trembling as I came. Nick followed me, his hips thrusting forward as he came inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy.
"That was amazing," he said, his voice low.
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my body. "Yes, it was," I said, my voice being breathless.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, before Nick rolled off me. He pulled me close, his arms around me as we drifted off to sleep.
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 7 to come
K
Wednesday, September 11, 2024
Tuesday, September 10, 2024
Cheer, crutches and love chapter 5
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 5
I stare down at my clumsy and ugly cast, feeling a sense of frustration and humiliation wash over me. It's like I'm living in a completely different body now, one that's slow and awkward and entirely unrecognizable to me.
"Here, let me help you with that," Nick says, his voice full of concern as he reaches out to steady me.
I nod gratefully, feeling a surge of gratitude towards him. "Thanks," I say softly, trying not to let my emotions overwhelm me.
"You're welcome, Hailey. That's what I'm here for."
We fall into an easy silence, the sound of my crutches echoing as I move along confidently on them. Finally, I break the silence.
"So," I begin, trying to sound casual, "how was your day?"
"It was good. Busy, but good. How about you? How are you holding up with this big cast?"
I look down at my cast, feeling the weight of it pull my leg down. "I'm managing, I guess. It's just... frustrating....you know"
He nods sympathetically. "I can only imagine how you must be feeling right now. Athletes, cast and crutches are not a good mix ever"
Our eyes lock, and for a moment, it feels like there's no one else in the world but the two of us. I can feel the sexual tension between us, the electricity that seems to crackle in the air whenever we're together.
"Maybe we could go out to dinner sometime?" I say, trying to keep my voice steady
A slow smile spreads across Nick's face. "I'd love that. Just let me know when you're free, and we can make it happen."
A few days later, as I got ready for dinner with Nick, I felt excitement and nervousness. This was the first time I'd be out in public with my cast without gym sweatpants, and I wanted to look my best despite the circumstances. It was in a way our first official date. I carefully selected a dress that would complement my figure and hide the size and length of my cast as much as possible.
I carefully selected a soft, black dress that made me feel elegant and feminine, far from the image of a tall female athlete. The fabric felt amazing against my skin, hugging my curves in all the right places. The dress fell just above the knee on my good leg, while the other side draped gracefully over my long pink cast, creating a contrast that was both striking and sophisticated.
The deep V-neckline added a little something, and I hoped it would draw attention to my figure rather than my injury. As I smoothed the dress down, I felt a sense of pride in how I looked. I left like a beautiful woman embracing her femininity, not just a strong athlete and future doctor always studying. I slipped a black pump on my good foot, enjoying the balance between strength and vulnerability of a high heel shoe while already broken, ready to face the evening with confidence.
I took extra care with my hair, styling it in loose waves that cascaded over my shoulders. My makeup was a hint of blush to bring out the colour in my cheeks and a swipe of mascara to make my blue eyes pop.
With a deep breath, I reached for my new best friends, adjusting them to fit comfortably under my arms while wearing a high heel shoe. The moment they touched the floor, I realized that I loved that sound. The crutches had become a part of my daily routine, and tonight, I was determined to make the best of it. I tested my balance, making sure I could move gracefully enough not to draw too much attention to my awkward situation of one high heel shoe combined with a full leg cast.
Nick arrived right on time. I heard the doorbell and felt a flutter of anticipation. As I crutched my way to the door, I took one last glance in the hallway mirror, I saw not just a woman with a badly broken ankle but someone strong, poised, and ready for whatever the evening held.
I gave myself a reassuring nod. I could do this. Opening the door, I was greeted by Nick's warm smile. He looked dashing in a crisp button-down shirt and dark pants, his eyes lighting up when he saw me.
"You look absolutely stunning in that lovely dress," Nick said, his gaze lingering on me appreciatively.
His eyes travelled slowly from my face down to the elegant drape of my dress, and then to my long, pink cast. I noticed how his expression shifted slightly, a mix of admiration and something deeper that I couldn't quite identify...It almost felt like... well I shouldn't guess.
He looked at my cast for a moment, as if he was taking in every detail, the way it wrapped around my foot, broken ankle and leg, making it appear delicate along my long leg, yet strong. His gaze then moved to my healthy leg, the one still free and strong, adorned with a high-heeled pump that emphasized all the muscles in my leg.
Nick's eyes flickered back up to meet mine, and I could sense the intensity behind them. There was something in the way he looked at me, something that felt both protective and possessive, as if he was not only looking at me as a woman but also drawn to the vulnerability that the cast and crutches represented. It made me wonder again about those thoughts I had earlier, was there more to his attentiveness than just concern?
The air between us felt sexually charged, I was so attracted to this man for reasons I couldn't quite untangle. I felt a strange mix of insecurity with pure and raw sexual interest, knowing that despite my injury, or perhaps because of it, I was captivating him in a way I hadn't before. As his gaze lingered on my injured ankle, the same ankle he wrapped so delicately in ace bandages. I felt a surge of confidence, realizing that even in this state, I still held a certain power, one that seemed to resonate deeply with him, maybe even a new type of attraction.
"Thank you, you clean up pretty well yourself." I said while realizing for the first time that standing tall my crutches were rubbing against my breasts and it felt...Quite alright...
He stepped closer, his hand naturally moving to rest on my arm and he kissed my cheek.
"Ready to go?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Nick watched me intently as I carefully moved down the steps of my porch on my crutches, his hand always hovering close, ready to assist if I needed it. With each step, I felt the weight of my full leg cast, the thick fibreglass making my leg feel both cumbersome and fragile. It was a strange and new sensation. One moment, I felt like my leg was heavy and awkward, and the next, I was hyper-aware of how vulnerable all the broken bones were beneath the cast and yet he couldn't stop staring at his injured and sexy date.
Navigating the stairs was tricky. I had to take each step slowly, using my crutches to balance and support myself. The unfamiliar motion required concentration; the crutches dug into my palms as all my weight reared on my hands and one leg. I had to trust that my uninjured leg would hold me steady, all while making sure my cast didn't bump or scrape against anything.
When we finally reached his car, Nick quickly opened the passenger door for me. He had already pushed back the seat as far back as it would go, anticipating the extra space I would need. I stood there for a moment, mentally preparing myself for the next challenge of getting into the car.
I positioned my crutches to one side and used them to help lower myself onto the edge of the seat. Then came the difficult part: lifting my casted leg and carefully moving it inside without hitting the door-frame or dashboard. The cast was unyielding, making every small movement deliberate and slow. It was a balancing act between managing the discomfort of my injured ankle and ensuring the cast fit within the car's interior as I finally settled into the seat.
Once inside, I adjusted myself, making sure my leg was supported and comfortable, the cast stretching out in front of me. The seat, pushed back as far as possible, barely accommodated the length of my immobilized leg, but I managed. Nick gently closed the door, and put my crutches in the back seat.
The drive to the restaurant was filled with easy conversation, the kind that flowed naturally between us. I found myself laughing more than I had in weeks, the tension I had been carrying since my injury slowly easing away. When we arrived at the restaurant, Nick parked as close to the entrance as possible. He quickly came around to my side, opening the door and offering his hand to help me out. I accepted gratefully, carefully swinging my casted leg out of the car and planting my good foot on the ground.
Once I was steady on my crutches, Nick walked beside me, his hand occasionally brushing against my arm as we made our way to the entrance. The evening air was cool, and the anticipation of our dinner made my heart flutter. As we reached the door, I paused, turning to Nick with a grateful smile. Leaning in, I gently kissed him on the lips, a soft and lingering gesture that conveyed my appreciation.
"Thank you for your help," I whispered, feeling a warm glow from the connection we shared. As I spoke, I shifted my leg so that my cast brushed against his leg, a gentle and intentional move that didn't go unnoticed. The brief contact of that same ankle he loved to caress and wrap added an extra layer of intimacy, and I saw a flicker of awareness in his eyes, a silent acknowledgement of the bond between us.
But then she came to us...and that...
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 6 to come
K
Monday, September 9, 2024
Sunday, September 8, 2024
Cheer, crutches and love chapter 4
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 4
As we stepped onto the field for the final day of cheer camp, I could feel the weight of all the pressure and expectations on my shoulders. My heart was pounding, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, pushing the pain in my sprained ankle to the back of my mind. The energy in the gym was electric, and I was determined to give it everything I had.
We started our routine with precision and grace, each move flowing into the next. The crowd's cheers fuelled my determination, and for a moment, I forgot about the pain, my injury and the possible consequences. But as we approached the more intense stunts, I could feel the strain on my ankle. I pushed through, determined not to let anything at all slow me down so close to the target.
Then, it happened.
As I went up for a particularly difficult tumbling pass, I felt the ligaments in my ankle stretching past the point of no return and tearing. My ankle gave way beneath me. Time seemed to slow as I desperately tried to correct my balance, but it was too late. I landed hard and awkwardly, my right ankle twisting violently as I crumpled to the ground. A sickening crack echoed in my ears, followed by a sharp, searing pain shooting through my ankle and leg. The pain was so intense that everything went black for what felt like five seconds.
When I came to, the world around me was a blur of noise and chaos. My vision cleared, and I realized I was lying on the ground, surrounded by my teammates, their faces pale with shock and fear. The pain in my ankle was excruciating, unlike anything I had ever felt before. It felt like my entire leg was on fire.
"Hailey, don't move," Nick's voice broke through the haze, calm but urgent. I could see the concern etched on his face as he knelt beside me, his hand gently resting on my shoulder.
"Help is on the way." I tried to move, but the pain was too intense, radiating up my leg and into my entire body. I bit back a cry, tears welling in my eyes. The reality of the situation began to sink in. Something was seriously wrong with my leg.
Within moments, I heard the sound of sirens approaching, and the gym floor was soon swarmed by EMTs. They quickly assessed the situation, their faces serious as they carefully cut away my cheer shoe and sock to reveal my swollen, discoloured ankle and lower leg. It was already starting to bruise, and the sight of it made my stomach turn.
"We're going to need to stabilize your leg before we move you," one of the EMTs said, pulling out a splint. I winced as they gently lifted my leg, the pain nearly unbearable. Nick stayed by my side, his hand gripping mine, his presence a small comfort in the midst of the chaos.
"You're doing great, Hailey. Just hang in there," he said, his voice soft but steady. I nodded weakly, trying to focus on his words instead of the pain.
Once my leg was stabilized, the EMTs carefully lifted me onto a stretcher. I could see the worry in my teammates' eyes as they watched, some of them wiping away tears. I wanted to reassure them, tell them I'd be okay, but the pain was overwhelming, stealing my voice.
The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity, every bump in the road sending fresh waves of pain through my leg. Nick rode with me in the ambulance, his expression tense, though he tried to keep me calm with small talk and reassurances. I could barely focus, my mind clouded with fear and pain.
When we arrived at the hospital, I was whisked away to the emergency room. The bright lights and sterile smell of the hospital only heightened my anxiety. Doctors and nurses swarmed around me, asking questions and checking my vitals. Everything was a blur of voices and faces.
"We need to get some X-rays to see the extent of the break," one of the doctors said, and I was quickly wheeled down the hallway to the radiology department.
The X-rays were agonizing. Every movement of my leg sent a jolt of pain through my body, and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. When it was finally over, I was returned to the ER, where Nick was waiting for me.
"It's going to be okay," he said, his voice soothing. But the look on his face told me he was just as worried as I was. After what felt like hours, the doctor finally returned with the results. Her expression was serious as she looked at me and Nick.
"Hailey, you have a severe fracture in your ankle," he explained. "Both major bones are broken in multiple places, and there's significant ligament damage as well. We're going to need to cast your full leg to keep it stable, but you may also need surgery. Time will tell"
The words hit me like a ton of bricks...broken bones... Surgery....cast... I hadn't expected it to be this bad. The reality of my situation sank in. My season was over. My chances of getting back on the mat anytime soon if ever were shattered.
Nick squeezed my hand, his expression filled with empathy. "You're strong, Hailey. You'll get through this." I wasn't strong and wasn't sure about anything.
The doctor explained the casting procedure, and before long, a nurse arrived with the supplies. They carefully positioned my leg, and I winced as they began to wrap it in soft padding, followed by the hard pink fibreglass shell that would become my cast. The whole process took about an hour, though it felt much longer with the pain pulsing through my broken leg.
When they were done, my leg was in a very long and heavy pink cast that covered my whole leg completely from mid foot. The sight of it was surreal. It felt like a prison for my leg, a constant reminder of the injury that had brought me down. A real nightmare since a small ace bandage on my ankle was one thing but this huge and heavy cast...well...A real pain..
The doctor returned, explaining the importance of keeping weight 100% off my leg and the need for crutches. He also scheduled a follow-up appointment to discuss the possibility or need of surgery once the swelling went down.
As I was wheeled out of the ER, Nick was right there with me, holding my hand. The shock of everything that had happened was still sinking in, but I was grateful not to be alone.
"I'm here for you, we'll get through this together."
I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me, but also the comfort of Nick's support. The road to recovery was going to be long and difficult, but I knew with him by my side, I could face whatever came next except a long period in a cast. I hated leg casts or casts of any kind to be honest, clearly remembering my broken arm in grade 6.
Later on that evening as I lay down on my bed, staring at the long pink cast, I couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed. My usually beautiful, toned and athletic leg was now hidden beneath the thick fibreglass, rendering it almost unrecognizable.
"Hailey, you look beautiful as always," Nick said, standing in the doorway of my room. He had come to check on me and see how I was adjusting to life with a cast. My crutches beside my bed against the wall.
"I know this must be tough for you, but I'm right here with you, every step of the way."
"I know, Nick, It's just... I feel so insecure about myself right now without cheerleading for the first time in my whole life. Like I'm broken or something." I said rubbing my pink cast.
"You're not broken, it's just your leg, you're strong, and you're going to get through this. I promise you that."
"Okay, you're right. I just need to focus on my recovery and getting back on my feet again. Let's admit this for some fetishist I would be a top prize ha ha"
"That's the spirit, now, starting tomorrow let's get started on your physical therapy exercises. We need to make sure that your leg muscles don't atrophy while you're in this cast. You need to be mobile starting tomorrow on your crutches even if the pain will be bad."
As Nick stood in the doorway, offering his comforting words, a thought suddenly crossed my mind. Could Nick be... into this, could he be a fetishist? The way he was so attentive, so eager to help, even when it came to something as simple as wrapping my injured ankle with bandages, it felt like more than just concern.
The way he looked at me, especially when I was vulnerable and in pain, seemed to carry an intensity that I couldn't quite place. And then, there was the way I felt when he did it, the careful wrapping, the gentle touch. A part of me enjoyed the attention, the feeling of being cared for so intimately. Did that make me just as strange?
Was there something wrong with finding comfort, maybe even pleasure, in the way he cared for my then sprained ankle?
I shook the thought away, trying to focus on what he was saying, but the idea lingered in the back of my mind, nagging at me. Could this be some kind of fetish for him... or even for me?
The thought lingered, as I lay there, staring at my long cast, feeling more exposed than ever.
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 5 to come
K
Saturday, September 7, 2024
Friday, September 6, 2024
Cheer, crutches and love chapter 3
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 3
"Let's take a look at that ankle," he said, kneeling in front of me, almost... A perfect position...Between my long legs...
He gently removed my jogging shoe, then peeled away my sock, exposing my small foot, the swelling and slight bruising around my ankle. I winced as he probed the tender area, his touch gentle but firm. Without a word, Nick pulled out a modern and slimmer air-cast, the kind designed to immobilize and protect a sprained ankle while it heals. I frowned, shaking my head slightly.
"I don't need that, It's just a sprain. I'll be fine."
Nick looked up at me, his blue eyes meeting mine with a calm resolve. "I know it seems like overkill, but this will help your ankle heal faster," he explained, his voice steady. "It will keep your ankle stable, prevent further injury, and reduce the swelling. Trust me, it's only temporary, but it'll make a big difference while you use your crutches."
I sighed, knowing he was right but still feeling frustrated. "I really don't need crutches, Jesus I just hate being sidelined," I admitted, my voice tinged with a mix of stubbornness and vulnerability.
Nick's hands continued to move up my leg, his fingers sliding against my strong legs, against my skin. "You'll be back on your feet in no time," he assured me, his voice low and soothing.
I felt a spark of sexual desire as he spoke. I had always been attracted to Nick, but I had never let myself act on it. Maybe it was the adrenaline from my injury, or maybe it was just the way he was taking care of me, but I found myself wanting this man more than ever before.
As if sensing my thoughts, Nick's hand moved to my foot, his fingers rubbing the arch and pressing gently into the sole. I let out a soft moan, unable to help myself.
"Feels good?" he asked, a lovely smile playing at the corners of his lips.
I nodded, unable to speak. His touch was doing things to me that I had never experienced before. His hand moved higher, his fingers tracing the curve of my sprained ankle and up my calf. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have him pressed against me. Totally losing control i said,
"I want you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Nick looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you too," he replied, his voice husky with need while he slightly squeezed my sprained ankle sending incredible waves of pure pleasure. He stood up, towering over me. I felt small and vulnerable in his presence, but I didn't feel afraid. I felt desired, wanted.
He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. I moaned, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. His tongue explored my mouth, and I could taste the mint on his breath. He pulled away, his eyes meeting mine. "I need you," he whispered, his voice full of longing.
I nodded, unable to speak. I needed him too.
Nick's hands moved to my t-shirt, his fingers slipped the shirt off my body, his eyes taking in every inch of my bare skin, my breasts and fully erected nipples. His hands moved to them, his fingers tracing the round curves and tweaking the nipples. I moaned, my back arching against him.
His mouth moved to my neck, his lips and tongue tracing a path down to my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. I moaned, my hands reaching down to the front of his pants, rubbing his hard penis slowly. He moved to the other breast, his mouth and hands worshipping my injured body. I had never felt so desired, so wanted.
His hands moved down, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips and the V of my thighs, I was so so wet. He slipped a finger inside me, and I moaned, my back arching against him. He moved his finger in and out, his thumb pressing against my clitoris. I moaned wanting more, wanting this moment to never end.
Nick added another finger, his thumb still working my clitoris. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, my muscles clenching around his fingers. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. I cried out, my orgasm washing over me in waves, but didn't stop, his fingers continuing to move inside me. I could feel another orgasm building, my muscles clenching around his fingers.
I cried out as I came again, my body trembling and my sprained ankle aching. His mouth moved to mine. I could taste myself on his lips, and I couldn't help but feel even more turned on. He picked me up, his hands supporting my injured ankle. I wrapped my good leg around his waist, my arms around his neck.
He carried me to the medical bed, laying me down gently. He pulled off his clothes, his body lean and muscular. He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. I could feel his hard penis pressing against me, and I couldn't wait to feel him inside me.
He entered me slowly, his eyes meeting mine. I moaned, he moved slowly at first, his hips rocking against mine. I could feel the orgasm building inside me again, my muscles clenching around him. He picked up the pace, his hips thrusting harder and faster. I moaned, my head thrown back in pleasure.
I cried out as I came, my body trembling with pleasure. Nick followed soon after, his body shuddering with his own release. He collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy. I snuggled up against him, feeling content.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Nick looked down at me, his eyes full of affection. "Anytime," he replied, his voice low and soothing.
I knew that things would never be the same between us again. But in that moment, as I lay in Nick's arms, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my sprained ankle. It had brought us together in a way that nothing else could have but it was time to heal since I needed Nick but also to be on the team.
While he adjusted the crutches to match my height, ensuring they were just right for me to use on the way home, his voice was quiet and low, filling the space between us. "What made you want to become a cheerleader in the first place?" he asked, his tone gentle but curious, as if he genuinely wanted to understand what had driven me to this point.
"I think it was probably just the excitement and energy of it all. It felt like something that was completely out of my comfort zone since I wanted to be a doctor. It was a chance to step outside of myself and try something completely different, daring and dangerous."
Nick nods, his blue eyes alight with interest and curiosity. "I can definitely see that. Cheerleading is a lot more intense and challenging than most people realize. It takes a lot of skill, strength, and determination to be able to do what you do."
Exactly seven days later, as we step onto the gym floor, I can feel the fear and anxiety bubbling up inside me. My teammates are watching with their worried expressions, but I refuse to let them down again. I've worked too hard to prove myself.
"Okay, Hailey, let's start with some light stretching," Coach Karen says, her voice calm and steady as she guides me through gentle exercises, but my mind is racing ahead, already thinking about the more intense moves I want to try.
"How's that ankle feeling?" she asks, her eyes flicking down to my wrapped ankle.
"A little tight, but I'll manage," I reply through gritted teeth, determination fueling my words. My heart is pounding in my chest, each beat echoing the pressure I'm putting on myself.
"You're doing great but just remember to breathe" she encourages, her voice a soft anchor in the storm of my nerves.
The stretching helps loosen my muscles, but it's not enough to calm the whirlwind inside me. I glance over at Nick, who's standing by the sidelines, his arms crossed as he watches me closely. I can still feel him inside me.
I take a deep breath and push off from the mat, attempting a more intense cheerleading move. My body reacts instinctively, muscles remembering the countless hours of practice. For a moment, everything feels right, I'm in control, I'm strong, I'm Hailey.
But as I land, a sharp twinge shoots through my sprained ankle. I wobble slightly but catch myself, gritting my teeth against the pain. I can hear gasps from my teammates, feel their concern like a weight on my shoulders, but I push through. I need to finish this. I have to show them and Nick that I'm ready for cheer camp.
"Hailey, slow down," Coach Karen calls, her voice laced with concern, but I can't stop now. I try another move, pushing my ankle to its limit. This time, the pain is more than just a twinge; it's a stab, hot and insistent like possible ligament damages, but I refuse to let it show. My vision blurs slightly, and I realize I'm holding my breath.
When I finally stop, my heart is pounding, and I'm breathing hard. My ankle is throbbing, a steady, painful reminder of its limits, but I've made my point. I look up, meeting Nick's eyes across the gym. There's a mix of emotions on his face of concern, but also something that looks like admiration.
I hobble slightly as I walk back to my spot, my ankle protesting every step. My teammates are still watching, their concern palpable, but I keep my head high. I did what I set out to do, even if it wasn't perfect.
As Nick approaches, I brace myself for the lecture I know is coming, but there's something in his eyes that makes me pause. It's not just concern; it's love. And that, more than anything, makes me feel like I've done the right thing even though it's between throbbing in my sprained ankle.
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 4 to come
K
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