Say it isn't so chapter 4

 Say it isn't so

Chapter 4

She caught my eye and smiled...

Her full lips painted the same striking shade as her dress. Her dark hair was swept to one side in loose, effortless waves, and her makeup was understated but impeccable. There was something mesmerizing about her; she exuded confidence in a way that seemed to pull everyone in the room toward her orbit including me, a very straight woman.

But it was Vanessa that walked toward me, her gaze lingering on my red cast. As I balanced on my crutches, I noticed her eyes staring at me, not with pity but with genuine curiosity and something else I couldn't quite name yet.

She sat beside me, her voice soft but self-assured. "You're handling this broken leg so gracefully," she said, her smile warm and genuine.

"Thank you"

I could feel my cheeks flush as her words settled over me. She looked at me again, and this time, I saw myself through her eyes. My sharp black dress hugged my whole body, accentuating my breasts, caressing my hips. The smooth, unyielding line of my cast while bent at the knee added a striking contrast, yet oddly alluring.

But in a way it was the single black high heel pump on my good foot, sleek and commanding, that anchored the look, turning me into a vision of sensuality. I wasn't just surviving; I was captivating, sexy... NO I was daydreaming.

Unlike Julian, Vanessa didn't seem awkward or uncomfortable. She seemed... intrigued. Even attracted.

"How are you managing?" she asked, leaning in slightly.

I smiled, for the first time in what felt like days. "Better than I first expected, honestly. I'm getting the hang of these," I said, gesturing to my crutches.

Her gaze softened, and she chuckled. "You know, I badly broke my ankle in college. A clumsy trip down some stairs in 5 inch heels, almost drunk," she admitted, rolling her eyes at her younger self.

"I still limp a little when I'm tired, but it's a part of me now." She said lifting her right leg and that's when I noticed a very long scar along her ankle. I was intrigued and for a brief second I wanted to touch it, feel it.

I laughed with her, the sound light and unguarded. In that moment, Vanessa didn't just make me feel seen; she made me feel understood. And for the first time since the accident, I felt a spark of something I hadn't felt in a long time...Sexiness and attractions.

Back at home on the couch, my cast resting on a tower of pillows, I couldn't stop thinking about Vanessa. The memory of her grabbing my crutches played over and over in my mind. She hadn't just held them, she owned them. With an effortless grace, she slipped them under her arms and took a few playful steps, her right leg bent at the knee as if mimicking my non-weight-bearing stance.

Her red dress clung to her figure as she moved, and the flash of the crimson sole of her high heel as it hovered above the ground was breathtakingly perfect. Every step she took on my crutches seemed deliberate, as though she knew exactly how captivating she looked. Her confidence was magnetic, her laughter light and teasing, but there was something else in her gaze when she looked at me, a spark that felt charged with meaning.

I sat there, watching her, spellbound and unsure what to make of the moment. Back at home now, her attention left me both flattered and confused. Was she just being playful? Or was there something more in the way her eyes lingered on me and my broken leg, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she returned the crutches to me?

I was resting on the couch, my long cast from almost my hip to my midfoot was on pillows. The dull ache was a constant reminder of my immobility, but it was the itching that drove me mad. She had been checking in on me for the last few nights, her calls changing, getting more and more personal in nature.

"You know, I've always had a thing for ladies in leg cast," she casually mentioned one evening, her voice low.

"There's something about vulnerability, helplessness..."

"Really?" I replied,. "And what do you do with that vulnerability?"

She laughed that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, I'd start by running my fingers over your long red cast, feeling the contours of your shapely leg miss vice president. Then, I'd move my hands up your thigh..."

I was excited, my breath coming in short gasps even if I had never done anything like that on the phone before. "And then?" I managed to ask while caressing my breasts, my hard nipples.

"Then, I'd move my hands between your cast and healthy leg," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I'd tease you, until you're begging me to slide my fingers inside you."

I could barely think straight. "And what would you do then?"

"Then, I'd kiss you," she said, her voice dripping with desire. "I'd suck your clitoris until you come, until you're screaming my name."

I couldn't take it anymore. "Vanessa, come over," I moaned. "Please."

She arrived an hour later, her eyes dark with desire and to tease me she was leaning on crutches, her knee bent and medical boot on her foot and lower leg. She dropped her crutches and knelt beside me, her fingers tracing the cast on my leg. "It's so long and slim," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.

I smiled. "It's just a cast, Vanessa."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with mischief. "Just a cast, huh? Let me show you how much fun a cast can be while we have sex."

She began at my exposed toes, kissing and licking them. Then her long fingers were tracing the cast, moving slowly upwards. I watched her, my heart pounding in my chest. When she reached my thigh, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. I swear she wanted a cast again.

"Can I touch you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

I nodded totally out of control. She moved her hand between my legs, her fingers sliding in. I groaned, my hips bucking upwards.

"Yes," I hissed.

She pleased me, her fingers moving in and out. I watched her, "Vanessa," I groaned. "Please." She smiled, her eyes filled with mischief. I hissed in a breath.

"Vanessa.."

She smiled, her eyes filled with desire. "Oh, yes," she said. She stood up on her medical boot, her hands going to her shirt. She pulled it off, revealing her bare breasts. She unbuttoned her jeans skirt, her hips swaying as she shimmied out of it. She was bare underneath.

Say it isn't so
Chapter 5 to come
Beca