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