Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 10
It had been a week since Avery's cryptic confession, and I hadn't been able to stop thinking about what she might be keeping from me. When she invited me over for dinner, I jumped at the chance, hoping for some answers.
I knocked on her door and waited, but instead of hearing her call out, the door creaked open a few seconds later. As the gap widened, my breath caught in my chest.
There she was, standing tall and radiant in the doorway, balanced on a pair of sleek black forearm crutches. But it wasn't just the crutches that stopped me in my tracks. Both of her legs were in brand new white long leg casts, stretching from her thighs all the way down to her feet. Each cast ended in a small rubber heel at the sole, just enough to give her a way to stand upright without putting any weight on her toes and move around on crutches.
Avery smiled warmly, her red lips curving into a mischievous grin. "Surprised?" she asked, her deep green eyes sparkling behind her glasses.
"Uh... yeah," I managed, my voice catching. I couldn't look away. The black cocktail dress that I learned later was a St Laurent sleeveless mini dress she wore hugged her figure perfectly, its hem brushing the tops of her white casts and revealing just enough to make my pulse quicken. The contrast of her soft, sexy and elegant dress against the stiff white casts was mesmerizing.
"I thought you might be," she said, turning carefully. She moved with deliberate grace, the rubber heels of her casts tapping in unison softly against the floor as she shifted her weight between the crutches. She couldn't bend her knees, so her movements were slow and calculated, her straightened legs swinging slightly with each step.
Watching her navigate the room was like watching a performance. She made what should have been awkward seem elegant, the crutches becoming an extension of her, the long white casts adding a unique kind of charm to her appearance.
I stepped inside, closing the door behind me as I tried to find the words to speak. "Avery... I... I don't even know what to say."
She laughed softly, her cheeks flushing just enough to let me know she was enjoying my reaction. "That's a first," she teased, moving toward the living room.
The rhythmic click of her crutches and the soft tap of the cast heels echoed as she made her way across the hardwood floor. She turned her head to glance over her shoulder, her ponytail swinging as she gave me a coy look.
"Are you just going to stand there with your mouth open, or are you going to help me in my chair?"
I snapped out of my trance and moved to her side, ready to help. Avery glanced at me with a soft smile, silently allowing me to take over. With practised ease, Avery sat into a wheelchair waiting near the living room.
I reached down, gently sliding my hands under her left leg, feeling the cool, smooth surface of the cast as I lifted it. It wasn't heavy, but the stiffness of her leg made it feel deliberate, like a weight meant to be handled carefully.
I guided her leg onto the padded leg rest of the wheelchair, adjusting it so she'd be comfortable. Then, I moved to her right leg, repeating the process with equal care. The cast stretched stiff and straight from her thigh to her foot, the rubber heel adding an almost delicate touch to its otherwise imposing look.
Once both legs were elevated and resting securely on the supports, I stepped back, letting the sight sink in. Avery sat back in her wheelchair, her smile warm and knowing, as though she could read every thought running through my head.
"Thank you," she said softly, adjusting her glasses.
I swallowed, still trying to find my words. "Avery, you have to tell me... why both legs?"
Her expression softened as she rested her hands on the armrests of the chair. "Because this is something I've always dreamed of," she confessed. "The idea of being fully supported, fully embraced by this experience... it's a part of me I've wanted to explore for so long."
I looked at her, mesmerized by her honesty and the way she carried herself with such grace, her black cocktail dress accentuating her elegance even as her immobilized legs rested in stark contrast. It was impossible not to admire her, every aspect of her.
Her confession left me speechless for a moment. "But how do you manage like this?" I asked, glancing down at her immobilized legs.
She shrugged, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of one cast. "It's not as hard as you'd think. Sure, I have to move slower, plan things out, but it's worth it. There's something incredibly freeing about giving myself permission to embrace this side of me."
I couldn't help but smile. Her happiness was contagious, and the way she carried herself, so confident, so unapologetic made it impossible not to accept her fetishes.
A week later, Avery invited me over again. This time, her voice on the phone carried an edge of excitement and mischief. "I have someone I want you to meet," she'd said.
When I arrived, the door was already open. I stepped inside and found Avery in her wheelchair, as stunning as ever, her long leg casts resting comfortably on the elevated leg rests. She wore a soft ivory blouse tucked into a dark green pencil skirt that ended just above the tops of her casts. Her smile lit up the room as she greeted me.
"Come on in, Miles," she said, motioning me closer.
Before I could ask who I was meeting, footsteps approached from the hallway. A young woman entered, and for a moment, I felt like I was looking at a younger version of Avery on stage. She had the same hair, green eyes, and striking smile. Her presence was both radiant and commanding, though her nurse's scrubs gave her a practical air.
"This is Brigitte," Avery said, her tone warm. "My daughter."
I blinked, stunned. Daughter? I glanced between the two of them, noting the uncanny resemblance. Avery's expression didn't falter, but her eyes held a flicker of something deeper.
"It's so nice to meet you," Brigitte said, extending a hand. Her voice was soft yet confident, and I shook her hand numbly, trying to process what I was seeing.
"She's been helping me with this," Avery said, gesturing toward her casts. "You didn't think I managed this all on my own, did you?"
Brigitte gave a light laugh and stepped closer, standing beside Avery. "Mom asked me to apply the casts on her legs. It's been... different, but I'm happy to help her live her sexual fantasy." She smiled at her mother with genuine affection.
I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of emotions I couldn't quite sort out. The two of them together painted a picture that was impossible to ignore. Brigitte looked so much like Avery , my Avery from so many years and, I realized with a jolt, like me.
Avery must have noticed my expression because she tilted her head, her smile taking on a knowing edge. "You're doing the math, aren't you?"
Falling in Love...Again
Conclusion to come
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