Falling in Love...Again chapter 3

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 3
2024

Driving Avery home that night left me with a whirlwind of emotions. As I navigated the quiet streets, the city lights blurred past, but my mind was fixated on her. There was an undeniable pull, a sense that meeting her again wasn't just a random chance, it felt like unfinished business.

I couldn't shake the nagging thought that Avery might be "the one" who got away, the one who slipped through my fingers all those years ago.

Back in high school, we were inseparable in our own chaotic way. We shared dreams, late-night conversations, and the kind of connection that felt both intense and fleeting. Seeing her now, so vibrant and unapologetically herself, reignited memories I thought I'd neatly tucked away.

Maybe it was the way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, or the effortless way she commanded attention despite her broken leg. Whatever it was, I knew I needed to explore this feeling before it slipped away again. A week later, I found myself suggesting another meeting. "How about dinner tonight? There's a new restaurant downtown that just opened, and I heard good things about it."

Avery agreed with a smile that sent a thrill through me, and by the time I arrived to pick her up, I could feel the anticipation building. When she stepped out with her left knee bent, I was stunned, she looked beyond incredible. She wore a sleek, fitted black dress that hugged just right, with a hem that hit just above her knees. Her left leg was still in the black cast that extended below her knee and over her cast and right leg, she wore a pair of black tights that smoothed over her broken leg, blending it seamlessly into the rest of her outfit.

On her right foot and leg, she wore a LOUBOUTIN Kate Calfskin Red Sole Stiletto Knee Boot that matched the elegance of her look, giving her a confident, balanced stance. She had draped a black leather jacket over her shoulders, adding just the right touch of edginess to the whole look.

Her hair was styled in loose waves, with a few strands dyed a deep shade of pink that caught the light just so, giving her an unmistakable touch of rebellion. As I looked closer, I realized it was no accident, she'd dyed it to remind me of our high school days, that same daring streak she used to wear back then. It was subtle, but knowing she'd done it made me feel like she'd carried a part of our past with her, just as I had.

She leaned easily on her crutches, as if they were an extension of her, exuding an effortless confidence that made the cast seem like a deliberate, stylish accessory. The moment I saw her, a wave of admiration hit me again. Avery had a way of turning anything, even a cast, into something captivating and sexy.

"You look amazing"

I leaned in, giving her a quick, warm kiss on the cheek. She smiled, holding my gaze a little longer than expected, so I went in to greet her on the other cheek. But just as I leaned close, she tilted her face, catching me completely off guard. Her lips brushed mine in a soft, unexpected kiss. For a split second, everything around us faded. Her lips lingered on mine just long enough to send my heart racing, then she pulled back, a playful spark in her green eyes.

"Still full of surprises, aren't you?" I murmured, half in shock, half in awe.

She shrugged, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I thought you might remember I've always been that way. Let's not keep the restaurant waiting. Besides, I'm starving."

We made our way to the car, and as I helped her into the passenger seat, I admired her grace. Despite the cast, she moved with an elegance that was almost effortless. As we drove to the restaurant, conversation flowed easily between us, filled with laughter and shared memories.

Dinner was everything I'd hoped for and more. The food was exquisite, sure, but it was Avery's presence that truly made the evening unforgettable. She had this way about her, a blend of confidence and grace, that kept me hanging on every word. As we talked and laughed.

...Then she leaned in closer, and in one smooth, elegant motion...
...The kind of move only a woman like Avery could pull off...
...She lifted her hard cast and rested it gently on my thigh...

I think I stopped breathing when the soft fabric of her tights over her cast brushed against my leg, and I felt an unexpected warmth spread through me with her exposed toes inches from my erected penis . She settled in, her eyes sparkling with that playful sexual intensity that seemed to dance in the candlelight, daring me to keep up with her quick wit and stories. I was completely captivated, barely aware of anything or anybody else around us.

As the evening wore on, I found myself losing control towards her. The way her pink-streaked hair caught the light, the confident tilt of her head, the softness of her full lips, everything about her was captivating. By the time we finished dessert, I was barely able to contain my desire for her.

I watched her, her eyes meeting mine over the rim of her wine glass. The air between us was charged with electricity. I set my glass down and leaned in closer to her cast and her toes were now rubbing my penis, my hand reaching up to tuck a strand of pink hair behind her ear.

Her breath hitched, and she leaned into my touch. "I've been waiting for you to do that all night," she murmured.

I smiled, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "Have you? What else have you been waiting for me to do?"

"I wanted you to kiss me... to touch me. I wanted..." she said.

I cut off her words with a kiss, my mouth capturing hers in a fiery passion. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck. Our kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a desperate dance until she said.

"Follow me,"

Avery gave me a knowing smile and reached for her crutches, slipping her hands into place with a practised ease. She adjusted herself and then began to make her way toward the ladies' room, her hips swaying gently with each step, balanced perfectly as she moved with that unique rhythm crutches bring.

I couldn't help but follow her, captivated by the view. The delicate curve of her waist, the way her dress hugged her figure, and the soft sway of her hips as she balanced on one foot was mesmerising. Each step she took was confident and steady, her knee bent, her clean cast carefully inches from the floor while the stiletto heel of her boot clicked lightly. She looked over her shoulder at me, a sly smile tugging at her lips, and I quickened my pace, feeling that undeniable pull.

As she reached the door she paused, her eyes meeting mine in a silent invitation.

Once inside, Avery paused, smiling and licking her lips teasing me like I'd come to know so well years ago. Without a word, I stepped closer, gently taking her crutches from her hands and setting them aside. She leaned back slightly, steadying herself against the wall, her cast off the floor with no weight on it. Her hands drifted up to my shoulders, and I felt her pull me closer, her touch warm and inviting.

I wrapped my arms around her, supporting her as she relaxed into my hold. There was a vulnerability in the way she looked up at me, mixed with the same fire I'd seen in her eyes all evening. She bit her lip, her gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips, silently daring me to close the space between us again.

And this time, I didn't hesitate.

Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 4 to come
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