Falling in Love....Again chapter 2

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 2
December 1999.

The night was cold, but inside the grungy little venue, the place was alive, buzzing with warmth and energy. I'd gone with a couple of friends, not expecting much, just another Friday night out drinking beer, another band filling the background with noise. This band was different, an all girls punk band.

But when she took the stage, everything shifted. They told me the name of the tall lead singer dress all black was Avery. She had this magnetic presence, dressed in torn fishnets, a faded Supertramp, Crime of the Century tee-shirt hanging off one shoulder, and a mess of hair streaked with a flash of pink and purple.

But it was her left leg that really stood out. It was trapped or I should say protected in a full leg cast, a striking, fire-engine red from her thigh down to her foot, propped up on one of the band speakers while she leaned forward to the mic. Most people would have looked uncomfortable, out of place. But not her. She sat there like she owned the stage, her eyes sharp, her voice edgy and raw, pouring every bit of herself into each song.

I could barely take my eyes off her. Her long legs, her deep green eyes, her sweet lips and breasts. The cast only seemed to amplify her defiance, like a dare to the world: Yeah, I'm here, injured with possibly multiple broken bones, and I'm still going to make this show unforgettable.

And she did. Every word, every line was filled with this raw, unrestrained energy that electrified the entire room. Halfway through the song, she gripped the microphone stand with one hand and, without warning, rose onto her one good leg. She balanced there, holding herself steady with the mic stand, lifting her long cast slightly in front of her, revealing she couldn't put even the slightest weight on her broken leg. It was clearly a really bad break.

But that didn't slow her down. She was fearless, hopping to the beat, her cast swinging as she sang, throwing herself into every verse with that bold, punk-rock edge. It was as if the bright red cast wasn't a limitation but part of her performance, part of her defiance. She moved with the mic stand in sync, keeping herself upright and steady while throwing herself into every lyric, every line, as if to prove that nothing, not even a freshly broken leg, could hold her back.

The small crowd roared very loud, feeding off her energy, but I was transfixed. It was her mix of vulnerability, sensual beauty and power, balancing on one leg, cast and her crutches on the stage floor, barely slowing her down, that made her unstoppable. In that moment, she was unforgettable, unlike anyone or anything I'd ever seen.

"What's her name again...I yelled to my friend.

The show ended too soon, leaving me with a head full of her voice and that unforgettable image of her on stage. My friends were ready to leave, but I wasn't about to go anywhere. Heart pounding, I made my way through the growing crowd, feeling half foolish, half desperate, not even sure what I'd say if I reached her.

She was at the bar, resting her heavy cast on a bar stool, sipping something dark and strong with a smirk on her face like she knew everyone in the room was sneaking glances her way and she didn't mind at all.

Up close, she was even more striking. The bright red cast seemed almost surreal, clashing against the dim lights, impossible to ignore.

Before I could overthink it, I cleared my throat and took a step closer.

"Hey," I managed, trying to sound casual. "That was... incredible. I don't think I've ever heard anyone like you."

Avery turned, giving me a quick once-over with a raised eyebrow. I half-expected her to dismiss me with a wave since she was in an all girls band so possibly a lesbian... but instead, she smiled, almost shy, a spark of intrigue lighting her eyes.

"Thanks. Not bad for a girl with not one but two spiral fractures in her leg?"

I laughed, feeling the ice break a little. "I'd say the cast just adds to the whole look. Makes you look... unstoppable Miss."

She chuckled, sliding her long black nails up along her cast so damn slowly. I wondered how high she would go up her leg ...between her leg and the red cast...Against her panties?... I was...

"Well, I might be slowed down and on one leg and crutches, but unstoppable? I'll take that thank you."

She lifted her glass in a mock toast. "Don't let broken bones ruin the fun."

I clicked my own drink against hers, feeling a rush of confidence, and we kept talking, laughing. That night, in that dim, smoky bar, Avery had me completely under her spell, and I knew that something unforgettable had just begun.

After a while, she shifted on the bar stool, casting a quick look at her crutches leaning against the counter. Without missing a beat, I stood up, extending a hand to help her down. She took it, her fingers soft but strong in mine, and with my other hand, I grabbed her crutches.

She let her weight settle onto me as she carefully eased off the stool, her broken leg hovering just above the floor, and I couldn't help but notice how gracefully she managed it all.

We made our way through the crowd until we found a quieter corner with a small table. Once she settled, crutches set beside her, Avery leaned back, tucking a loose strand of pink-highlighted hair behind her ear. Her green eyes had that mischievous gleam, even as she shifted her cast to a comfortable spot.

"So," I started, still trying to sound casual, though my heart was racing. "What's next for you after this? College? Big plans?...Let me guess you want to be an Orthopaedic doctor?"

She smiled, took a sip from her glass, considering the question. "You know me so well after 18 minutes...No, art school," she said, her voice softening a little. "Maybe somewhere far from here, someplace that actually feels like it's going somewhere. But then... who knows?" She shrugged, glancing down at her cast, tapping her fingers against the surface..

"This little incident may have thrown a wrench in things, but hey... it's just a broken leg."

"Just a broken leg, huh?" I grinned, shaking my head. "You make it seem like no big deal on that stage."

She laughed, a sound that cut right through the noise around us.

"What can I say? You just can't let anything ruin your fun. Besides, maybe it'll make for a good story one day."

She asked me about my plans, and I found myself talking more than I usually would, telling her about the colleges I'd been looking at, how I wanted to study engineering and maybe get out of this small town. But all the while, I couldn't help but get caught up in her, in her world, her wild ideas, her dreams of running off to art school, of creating something unforgettable.

It was like she was painting a picture of a life I hadn't considered, one that was messy and uncertain but also alive in a way that felt magnetic. Somewhere between her laughter and her perfect smile, she glanced at me, her eyes bright, her expression more serious.

"You know, Miles... sometimes I think about just leaving all of this behind. Hopping on a train or something and just... keep going."

"And where would you go?" I asked, leaning in, genuinely curious.

"Anywhere," she said, a touch of wistfulness in her voice. "Anywhere that isn't here." She grabbed my hand and traced my fingers along the edge of her cast, lost in thought, so sensual.

"Sometimes I think that's what I really want. Not a plan, just... freedom. Something that feels real."

I felt a pang in my chest, realizing then that this girl, with her cast, her crutches, and her fierce spirit, wasn't just talking about getting away. She was talking about breaking free in a way I'd never considered. It made me see her in a new light, not just as the girl I'd met tonight for the first time, but as someone who, in some strange way, understood things I hadn't even thought to question.

For the rest of the night, we kept talking, diving deep into our dreams, fears, and those wild, impossible ideas that only seemed to surface in moments like this. And by the end, as the bar began to empty and the night grew quiet, I knew one thing for sure: this was no ordinary night, and Avery was no ordinary girl.

After dropping Avery off at her home that night, I drove home with a mind spinning, replaying every laugh, every side-glance, every small detail of her. I could still see her cast in that striking red, her leg propped up with casual confidence inches from my own leg, as though it was just another statement of her rebellious streak. There was something about her moving gracefully on her crutches, something I couldn't shake.

While masturbating, my mind circled back to her face, the way she'd toss her hair back when she laughed. And that hard and long cast, it wasn't just an injury to her, it was almost like an accessory, part of her fearless personality, a statement. Cumming snapped me out of thoughts of her. It didn't even make sense to think about her so much; we'd only spent a few hours talking, but she'd left this wild, untamed impression that clung to me.

It was thrilling, scary and a little intimidating all at once.

Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 3 to come
K