Say it isn't so. Chapter 3

 Say it isn't so

Chapter 3

As I settled into my chair, with my broken leg elevated my mind wandered back to something I'd stumbled upon online the night before that surprised me. Out of sheer curiosity, okay, maybe boredom since with my broken leg I couldn't go running my 5km. I had typed "life with a leg cast" into the search bar, hoping to find tips or stories from people who'd gone through this. What I found instead was... surprising. Forums, articles, even entire websites dedicated to people who found leg casts sexually attractive.

It wasn't just casual admiration either. Some of the erotic stories were passionate, even obsessive, mostly for men. A few women chimed in, but it was mostly men marveling at the shape of a cast, the way it immobilized a limb, the vulnerability it symbolized. Vulnerability, that word stuck with me. Was that the appeal?

At first, I laughed, thinking it was absurd. How could anyone look at this hot, itchy, fiber prison on my leg and feel anything other than discomfort? My cast was cumbersome and annoying; it made my life harder, not sexier. I thought about the forum posts again and shuddered. It felt invasive, like people were romanticizing something that, for me, was nothing more than a hindrance.

But as the initial wave of disbelief passed, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered something I wasn't ready to admit, could there be something empowering about this? Could the same thing that made me feel vulnerable also be a symbol of strength? I dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it came, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all.

For now, I couldn't fathom seeing my cast as anything other than an inconvenience. Life had a funny way of changing perspectives when you least expected it.

Julian caught up to me as I made my way down the hallway after the meeting. My crutches tapped against the tiled floor in a rhythmic cadence, and I could feel the sweat starting to form on my palms from gripping them tightly.

"Here, let me help," he said, stepping forward and reaching for my laptop bag. His smile was warm but awkward, like he wasn't sure if his offer would offend me.

I hesitated, my pride warring with practicality. My bag wasn't heavy, but the thought of juggling it while on crutches had already made my shoulders ache in anticipation. "Thanks," I said finally, handing it over. He slung the bag over his shoulder easily, walking beside me as I adjusted my pace to keep up.

"It's tough seeing you like this," he admitted after a pause, clearly no sexual attraction for him.

His words caught me off guard, and I stopped mid-step, the crutches halting my movement.

"Like what?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.

He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. "You know... not at full strength. You're always so... in control. It's just weird seeing you in this long and ugly cast"

" and on crutches?" I finished for him, my voice calm but firm.

His face turned a light shade of pink. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just, this isn't you. You're the one who always has it together, 4 inch stilettos, short leather skirt." I sighed, softening a little. Julian wasn't trying to be cruel. He just didn't know how to handle the situation, and to be honest, neither did I.

"This is me, Julian," I said, gesturing to the red cast on my leg. "For now, for the next 3 months, anyway. And I'm still the same person, just moving a bit slower."

He nodded, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting my eyes. "I didn't mean to sound... you know, insensitive. I just hate seeing you struggle. I'm so sorry"

"I appreciate that," I said, starting to move again. "But don't feel sorry for me. I'm managing."

The walk to my office felt longer than usual, each step a reminder of how much effort this took. Julian held the door open for me, his earlier discomfort giving way to a more natural kindness. He set my laptop on my desk and turned to leave, hesitating for a moment.

"If you ever need anything, Beca... I'm here. Really."

I smiled, this time a genuine one. "Thanks, Julian. I'll keep that in mind."

As he walked out, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. His words had stung, yes, but they also made me think. Maybe I wasn't as invincible as I liked to believe, but I wasn't about to let anyone, including myself, write me off because of a damn broken leg.

Adjusting my crutches, I sat down at my desk, ready to tackle the stack of emails waiting for me. The day wasn't going to stop for my injury, and neither was I.

I hobbled into my house, the crutches digging into my armpits as I made it through the door. Facing a long mirror, the red cast on my left leg was a stark contrast to my sleek black pencil skirt, which had a slit to accommodate the long cast. After tossing my purse onto the couch, I made my way to the bedroom. The day had been long and stressful, and I needed a release.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to jar my broken leg too much as I stared at my left leg in my full long cast. The doctor had said it would be on for 8 weeks. My fingers traced the shapes of the cast, and I let out a sigh. I needed more than this. I reached for the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the floor. My bra soon followed, leaving me in just my skirt and panties.

I slid my hand between my legs, feeling the dampness already there. My clitoris was throbbing, and I knew I wouldn't be able to wait much longer. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in just my panties. I slipped a finger inside, feeling my wetness, and let out a soft moan.

"God," I whispered to myself.

I slipped my panties off and waited, my heart pounding in my chest. I slipped a finger inside me, my thumb rubbing against my clitoris. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing.

Then I slipped another finger inside, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. I could feel my orgasm growing, my body tensing with pleasure.

I came, my body shaking, my breath coming in short gasps. I could feel my juices dripping down my leg. It felt so good.

The next morning the light streamed through my window, and for the first time since my injury, I felt a sense of calm. Yesterday and last night had been magical, despite the cast weighing me down. I couldn't pinpoint exactly why, maybe it was the way I had finally embraced the rhythm of my crutches or how I'd caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized that I hadn't lost myself completely or maybe it was my 2 orgasms.

Getting dressed, I felt like me again. I pulled on a fitted black dress with a hem that stopped just above the knee, letting my cast peek out. I added a pair of silver earrings and smoothed my hair back into a polished bun. For my good foot, I chose a classic black pump with a pointed toe, sharp, stylish, and perfectly balanced. It wasn't just an outfit; it was armor for the day ahead and I wasn't sure what to expect.

To my surprise at lunch, I noticed Vanessa before she noticed me. Her bold red dress hugged her perfect figure, the fabric flowing just enough to reveal her shapely legs and the faintest hint of a limp when she walked. Her black heels clicked against the floor, but the subtle unevenness in her stride made her even more attractive. Somehow it was a touch of imperfection in an otherwise flawless and sexy woman.

She caught my eye and smiled...

Say it isn't so
Chapter 4 to come
Beca