In that heart-stopping moment, Mia clung to the railing with all her strength, her voice ringing out in a cry for help.
"Sarahhhh!"
Time seemed to slow as I reacted instinctively. In a split second, I noticed the moron that pushed Mia attempting to run past me, without thinking, I swung my right fist, connecting with his jaw, and he crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold.
With a surge of adrenaline, I realized I had no time to reach the second level to pull Mia so I rushed beneath her, my heart pounding in my chest. The students in the classroom were equally shocked but they were frozen on the stop and horrified by the unfolding drama.
Mia struggled to maintain her grip on the railing but she lost it and she began to fall in slow motion from the balcony. In that heart-wrenching instant, I reached out and managed to catch her in my arms, breaking her fall. But we both tumbled to the ground.
The impact was harsh, and I felt the weight of Mia's body press against me but her left and air cast had wrapped around my back before the impact against the floor. The classroom erupted in a chorus of gasps and cries as the shocking accident unfolded before their eyes.
Mia's left leg trapped under me took the brunt of the fall, and the impact was excruciating. I could feel her injured ankle and left leg under me when a bone chilling snap echoed through the room as her ankle gave way. Her tibia and fibula, the two long bones of her lower leg, followed suit, breaking under the immense force of the fall and weight.
Mia let out a scream of pain, and her blue eyes filled with tears. I held her tightly, doing my best to shield her from further harm as we lay on the classroom floor, surrounded by shocked onlookers.
"Call 911" I yelled
The classroom had turned into a scene of chaos and fear, but in that moment, all that mattered to me was Mia's well-being. I whispered words of comfort and reassurance as we waited for help to arrive.
Amid the chaos in the classroom, the arrival of the EMTs was a welcome sight. They swiftly assessed the situation and began to take charge, their expertise evident. One EMT knelt beside Mia and me, her voice calm and reassuring,
"Hi there I'm Emily, We're here to help, Can you tell us what happened?"
I quickly explained the situation, how Mia had fallen from the second level of the classroom, and that she possibly shattered her leg in pieces.
Emily nodded, her focus unwavering, "Thank you for the information. We'll take it from here."
Mia, her face contorted in pain, tried to speak through clenched teeth, "My leg, it hurts so much."
Emily nodded sympathetically, her eyes filled with compassion, "I know Mia We'll do our best to make you more comfortable, Let's start by immobilizing that broken leg."
The EMT's worked efficiently, carefully splinting her broken leg to prevent any further movement. The process was painful, and her cries of anguish filled the air as they secured the splint in place.
"Easy Mia," Emily said soothingly. "We're almost done."
Once the splint was in place, the EMT's carefully lifted Mia onto a stretcher. She winced with each movement, her pain was obvious. I stayed close, offering her a reassuring hand to hold as they prepared to transport her to the hospital.
As they wheeled Mia out of the classroom, Emily turned to me. "You can ride with us agent, we'll make sure she gets the care she needs." I nodded, grateful for the offer. Mia's safety and well-being were my top priorities.
Upon our arrival at the hospital, Mia was quickly wheeled into the emergency room, where a team of medical professionals awaited her. The urgency of the situation was evident, and they wasted no time in getting to work.
She was transferred to a hospital bed, and the attending physician, Doctor Ramirez, immediately assessed her condition. Her face was etched with pain, but she remained remarkably composed.
"Hello, Mia," Dr. Ramirez greeted her with a kind smile. "I'm Dr. Ramirez, and I'll be taking care of you. Can you tell me what happened?"
Mia briefly explained the classroom incident and the fall that had resulted in her broken leg. Dr. Ramirez nodded, her attention fully on Mia's leg, which was visibly swollen and misaligned. After the X'rays the doctor walked back in,
"We'll need to realign your leg before we can proceed. It's going to be uncomfortable, but we'll do our best to manage the pain."
"I understand, Doctor" she said, squeezing my fingers.
The medical team quickly prepared for the realignment procedure. They administered pain medication to help ease Mia's discomfort and positioned her leg carefully, ready for the realignment.
Dr. Ramirez explained the process to Mia, "We're going to gently manipulate your fractured bones back into their proper position. It will be painful, but we'll work as quickly as possible."
As the procedure began, she clenched her teeth and gripped the sides of the hospital bed and my hand. The room was filled with a tense silence as Dr. Ramirez and her team worked with precision and care. Her cries of pain were met with soothing words of encouragement from the medical staff.
Gradually, the fractured bones were guided back into alignment. Mia's leg was now in a more anatomically correct position, and the worst of the pain began to subside as the procedure was completed.
The doctor explained the next steps to Mia. "Your leg is now realigned, but you'll need surgery to properly repair the fractures. We'll schedule that as soon as possible. In the meantime, you'll remain in the hospital and continue to receive pain management."
"Thank you, Doctor."
After Mia's leg realignment, the medical team decided to put her leg in traction as a temporary measure before the scheduled surgery to repair the fractures. Traction would help maintain proper alignment and alleviate some of the pressure on her broken leg.
Later on that evening, as I arrived back in Mia's hospital room, I found her lying in bed, her broken leg suspended in traction. The contraption was attached to a system of pulleys and weights, gently pulling on her leg to maintain alignment and reduce the pressure on her fractures. Mia looked up and smiled weakly as I entered the room, "Sarah you're here."
I approached her bedside, leaned over and kissed her cheek, "Of course. I wouldn't miss a chance to see that sexy leg of yours elevated in the air like this"
She smiled, her blue eyes were filled with love. "I appreciate it, I did it for you since I knew you loved me injured and broken," she teased.
Mia pulled me closer, lifted her head and our lips touched. It felt like my heart had stopped and the kiss became more urgent. She parted my lips with her tongue and sought out my tongue. Even with a badly broken leg not even casted yet she was getting into a passionate
Embrace until the sound of a knock at the open door stopped the moment.
I took a seat beside her and reached out to hold her hand, the sexy male nurse asked "How are you feeling now?"
She sighed, her gaze turning to her broken leg, "I'm trying to stay positive."
"You're incredibly strong Mia, You'll get through this, before you know you will be spiking the balls again."
God knows how wrong he was about this but so cute to look at.
Part 5 to come
K
Wednesday, November 22, 2023
The President's daughter part4
Tuesday, November 21, 2023
Monday, November 20, 2023
The president's daughter part 3
The doctor smiled warmly, "That's the spirit Mia. Rest, elevation, ice and your crutches will be crucial during your recovery. Physical therapy will follow to help strengthen the ankle and regain your range of motion."
Dr. Anderson carefully slid the air cast over Mia's beautiful foot and up her calf. The air cast was snug providing stability and protection. With gentle and precise adjustments, the doctor ensured that the fit was perfect. Mia winced as it was secured in place, her injured ankle now protected. She took a deep breath, adjusting to the new sensation.
"How does that feel?" Dr. Anderson asked, her concern evident.
Mia gingerly flexed her toes. "It's a bit uncomfortable, but I can feel the support."
She was fitted for crutches, Dr. Anderson adjusted the crutches to Mia's height, ensuring they provided the necessary support. Mia gingerly stood up on her uninjured leg. With the crutches in hand and the air cast on her ankle, her recovery had officially begun.
I helped Mia back into the wheelchair, gently supporting her as she settled into the seat.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"It still hurts, but I'll manage, I'm sure it's nothing compared to your poor broken leg" she replied something shining in her blue eyes and her hand was on my right leg.
I handed her the crutches, to keep her hands busy and she took them with a grateful smile.
"Thanks Sarah."
At the car, I helped Mia out of the wheelchair, ensuring she had a firm grip on her crutches.
She winced, "Take it slow" I advised, offering a reassuring smile. I placed the crutches in the backseat, and she continued being curious about my broken leg.
"What colour was your sexy cast Sarah?"
Returning to the driver's seat and starting the car, I couldn't help but be intrigued by Mia's interest in my old injury, "It was pink". The car pulled away from the hospital, and the road ahead was uncertain, filled with both physical and sexual attraction. I knew that we would face whatever lay ahead together.
We arrived back at Mia's apartment building and she made the trip from the car to her apartment on her crutches quite easily, she was an athlete. I stood by her side, ready to offer support if needed, but she didn't need it, she had certainly used crutches before.
As we reached her apartment door, she turned to me with a grateful smile, "I think I can manage from here Sarah" she said, her voice filled with appreciation.
I nodded, though I couldn't help but worry about her, "Alright Mia, but don't hesitate to call if you need anything, I'll be right next door."
Mia unlocked her apartment door and I watched as she carefully entered. It was clear that she was still in pain, but her determination to regain her independence was admirable but she called before closing the door, her voice carrying a hint of sensuality, "Sarah, could you help me undress?"
I entered the apartment and followed the sexy college girl to her bed. I could see the excitement in her eyes, and without hesitation, I began to assist her. Gently, I helped her out of her jeans and t-shirt, revealing the air cast on her injured ankle and her beautiful round breasts. She was vulnerable but oh so sexy.
There she was standing on her one good leg when in a moment she caught me completely off guard, she leaned in and kissed me passionately on the lips. Our lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.
I picked her up and carried her over to her bed. I stared at her, she was unbelievably sexy with her sprained ankle. She smiled at me with those big blue eyes. She grabbed me tight and we kissed. I laid on top of her and slid one finger inside her, she moaned. Slowly I went in and out of her dripping vagina but stopped before her orgasm.
Mia licked my fingers with her hungry lips, her eyes filled with anticipation of what I would do next. I bent over her injured ankle and released the straps and fastenings of her air cast, making sure that she felt no discomfort. As the air cast was gently lifted away, her ankle was so vulnerable under my fingers.
She was breathing so hard that I started to tease her hard nipples for a few seconds, she closed her eyes moaning out of control. So I moved down her left leg. She opened her blue eyes and looked at me. With my tongue and lips, I licked her toes up her little foot,
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, Please no" she begged me.
Mia winced and moaned when I kissed and licked her badly sprained ankle, her orgasm building. I smiled at her,
"It's normal to feel some discomfort, stiffness and the beginning of an orgasm when a sexy secret agent, teased your almost broken ankle Mia"
Mia nodded, her trust in me unwavering, bucking against my lips and tongue so I carefully flexed her sprained ankle...She pushed two fingers deep into herself roughly. When I bent her ankle back in position she screamed and climaxed with an incredible combination of pure pain and sexual pleasure.
No need to say that the next morning, I woke up in Mia's apartment, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The events of the previous day and evening flooded my thoughts, Mia's injury, the hospital visit, the growing connection between us and the wild love making.
I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of...I don't know what. Mia turned her head to me, her blue eyes filled with love and lust,
"Sarah, we have a morning class to attend, but I'm worried I won't be able to stop thinking about last night, you were amazing"
I nodded, understanding her concern, smiled and kissed her sweet lips.
We began our morning routine together. I assisted Mia into the bathroom, making sure she was safe and comfortable. The warm water of the shower provided her with some relief for her aching muscles and injured ankle.
As we emerged from the bathroom, Mia was dressed in comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror on her crutches and she was ready to face the day, sprained ankle and crutches.
"You look great, Mia, let's head to your class."
Mia nodded, leaned over and kissed me. As we arrived at the classroom, she turned to me, gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you Sarah. I couldn't have done this without you."
"It's my pleasure Mia and I," I stopped before saying the L word.
"I love you too" she said and I blushed.
Sweet Mia entered the classroom on her crutches, her knee bent to keep her air cast off the floor. It had become second nature to her already, and she navigated the room with grace.
The classroom itself was massive, with several rows of seats and a large elevated platform at the front where the professor delivered lectures. Little did we know that this day would take an unexpected turn. As Mia made her way to her seat, someone from her back suddenly yelled,
"Hello sexy President's daughter!" The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Mia. Startled by the unexpected shout and the quick shove in the back, Mia lost her balance for a moment. She desperately tried to maintain her equilibrium but, despite her best efforts, she went over the small balcony that separated the upper and lower levels of the classroom.
In that heart-stopping moment, Mia clung to the railing with all her strength, her voice ringing out in a cry for help.
"Sarahhhh!"
Part 4 to come
K
Sunday, November 19, 2023
Saturday, November 18, 2023
The president's daughter part 2
My eyes remained locked on the road, but my thoughts were consumed by Mia. Her vulnerability, her sprained ankle was heart-wrenching, and at the same time, the idea of her being in pain or on crutches filled me with protectiveness and sexual attraction towards her.
"We'll know soon enough baby, sorry Sarah," I replied. My attention kept drifting to her face, her beauty and her distress.
I chanced a glance in her direction, and our eyes met. In that moment, it was as if time stood still. Mia's gaze held mine, a silent plea for understanding. I couldn't look away, captivated by the intensity she applied to her injured ankle with her long fingers.
"Sarah, are you attracted to me right now? Is my injury an extra turn on for you?"
The car continued to glide down the road, the world outside fading into the background.
Mia's pain was undeniable, but it only served to deepen my attraction to her. She needed me, maybe even wanted me.
I was saved by our arrival at the hospital, and I quickly parked the car, my attention firmly fixed on Mia. As I helped her out of the car, she winced with every movement, her injured ankle a constant source of pain. I started to doubt my original diagnosis that it was only sprained, maybe it was broken.
"Stay here for a moment, lean against my car, don;t put any weight on it" I said gently, my heart aching for her.
But before I left her she pulled me closer and her mouth was against mine in second. She was a great kisser, her tongue was inside my mouth and it was wonderful but when her warm hands found my breasts something woke up in my brain and I walked away.
"We can't Mia, at least not in public" I said smiling.
I moved with purpose towards the hospital's entrance, where I spotted a wheelchair waiting nearby for us. I wheeled the chair back to where Mia was standing and helped her ease into it. She sighed with relief as she settled into the comfortable seat, the pain in her ankle finally eased by the support.
Being the President's daughter had its perks, and it meant that Mia received immediate attention.
The hospital staff, recognizing Mia, quickly whisked us away to the radiology department for X-rays. We were ushered into a well-lit room with a large X-ray machine at its center. Mia was positioned carefully on the examination table, her injured ankle exposed and vulnerable.
The radiology technician, a friendly woman with a reassuring smile, explained the procedure to Mia. "We're going to take a few X-ray images to get a better look at your ankle," she said.
"It won't take long, and it's completely painless."
Mia nodded, though her face still bore traces of discomfort. The technician adjusted the machine, and a series of mechanical clicks filled the room. Mia's eyes, filled with apprehension, met mine briefly before the X-ray machine began its work.
The technician stepped behind a protective barrier as the machine emitted low doses of radiation, capturing images of Mia's injured ankle from various angles. The process seemed to take forever, each second ticking by as we waited for answers.
Finally, the technician announced, "We're all done here." Mia let out a sigh of relief as the machine powered down. She looked at me with uncertainty, her blue eyes searching for reassurance.
"We'll have the results shortly," I assured her, my voice laced with genuine concern. Our journey was far from over, and the X-ray results would determine the path we were about to embark on.
Mia sat in the wheelchair, her injured ankle elevated on the leg rest, a stark contrast to the vibrant athlete I had seen on the volleyball court just hours ago. Her left leg was bare, and the gentle curve of her calf gave way to an injured ankle that was now showing signs of swelling.
"Have you ever been in a leg cast Sarah"
I couldn't help but study her ankle, my eyes tracing the contours of her leg. The skin, usually smooth and tanned, bore the faintest hint of bruising where the injury had occurred. Her beautiful long and strong leg, the very same that had pushed her up to sent powerful spikes over the net, now lay vulnerable and in need of care.
"Yes when I was 16 I broke my tibia and fibula, I was in a full leg cast for 8 weeks and crutches for 12," She stared at my leg and for a brief second she licked her lips.
As I stood there, waiting for the X-ray results, my mind began to wander. I wondered what color cast Mia would choose if her ankle was indeed broken. Would it be a bright, cheerful colour to match her vibrant personality, or a more subdued shade to reflect her current state of vulnerability and being the president's daughter? The image of Mia with a cast wrapped around her leg played in my mind, and I couldn't help but daydream about how it would look on her naked in bed, with me.
My thoughts spiralled further, wondering just how high the cast would go on her leg. Possibly ending just below the knee? A short leg cast, allowing her to retain some mobility while she healed. The mental image of her wearing a cast only fueled my desire to protect, care and touch her all over.
Reality snapped me out of my daydream, and I realized that Mia was watching me with a curious expression. I quickly composed myself, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught in my reverie.
"Sorry" I mumbled, offering a sheepish smile. "Just lost in thought for a moment."
Mia's eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement, and she shrugged, a playful grin tugging at her lips.
"It's alright, Sarah. I've been daydreaming about the kiss too, about us."
Her admission sent a rush of warmth through me, and I couldn't help but feel a connection that went beyond duty and friendship. Little did we know that the days ahead would be filled with unexpected twists and turns, and the journey of healing, both physical and emotional, was about to begin.
The atmosphere in the examination room was sexually tense as we waited for the results of Mia's X-rays. A beautiful woman doctor entered the room, her confident demeanour putting us both at ease. She carried a tablet displaying the X-ray images, her eyes scanning the screen with a practised eye.
"Hello, Mia," she greeted warmly. "I'm Dr. Anderson, and I've reviewed your X-rays."
Mia nodded, her eyes locked onto the doctor, anxiety in her gaze. "What's the verdict, Doctor?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.
Dr. Anderson took a moment to reassess the images before delivering her diagnosis.
"You have a third-degree sprain," she explained, her tone calm and reassuring. "Fortunately, there are no fractures, but it's a very severe sprain."
Mia let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders visibly relaxing. "Thank you, Doctor," she said, her gratitude evident.
"A third-degree sprain is a severe injury to the ligaments around the ankle. It means that the ligaments have been partially torn."
Mia listened attentively, "So, what's the treatment plan?" she inquired.
"The first step is applying an air cast to stabilize the ankle. This will allow the ligaments to heal properly. You'll also need to use crutches to avoid putting weight on the injured ankle. I want to be clear it would be very easy to break your ankle right now so no weight bearing at all"
Mia nodded, her determination evident. "I'll do whatever it takes to recover and not break my ankle."
Part 3 to come
K
Friday, November 17, 2023
Thursday, November 16, 2023
The President's daughter part 1
Here we were still at the university gym, the rhythmic sound of a volleyball being spiked over the net echoed through the air. Mia, dressed in her crimson and white volleyball uniform, white knee socks, stood on one side of the net with her determination shining in her deep blue eyes.
"Sarah, just three more, please!" Mia called out, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. She had been practising her spiking relentlessly, eager to improve her skills. The intensity in her eyes was palpable. How could I say no to her?
I couldn't help but be drawn to Mia's enthusiasm. Her request was innocent enough, and yet it tugged at something deep within me. She had a class to attend in just 30 minutes, but the prospect of watching Mia in action for a few more moments was tempting. There was something magnetic about her, something that made it impossible to say no.
"Come on, just three quick ones! I promise I'll make them count," Mia pleaded, her lips forming a playful pout, like a tall and sexy college girl can.
With a sigh and a reluctant nod, I found myself agreeing. How could I refuse her? Mia's charm was undeniable, and her radiant smile was enough to melt my resolve. I retrieved a volleyball from the nearby rack and stood ready to toss it over the net.
Mia crouched low, her sexy long and strong legs ready. Her outstretched arms were also waiting for the ball. As I prepared to lob the ball, the gym seemed to hold its breath, as if it too anticipated the magic that was about to unfold, events that would change our life.
I tossed the ball gently, watching as it sailed gracefully over the net. Mia's eyes never left the ball, her focus laser-sharp. She leaped into the air, her powerful legs propelling her skyward. At that moment, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of her form and style, the way she moved with such confidence and grace. It also didn;t hurt that she was so damn sexy.
At the pinnacle of her jump, Mia's arm swung back, ready to deliver a thunderous spike. It was a beautiful sight, and I found myself momentarily staring at her left ankle and foot, her eyes shifted to mine and she smiled. But as fate would have it, that split second of distraction changed everything.
Mia landed awkwardly on her left foot, a twist of fate sending a shock of pain through her ankle, foot and lower leg. Her cry of agony tore me from my reverie, and I rushed to her side, my heart pounding with concern. I knew I had to act swiftly, my training taking over as I assessed her injury.
"Oh God my ankle, Oh no no no" She moaned, holding on to her left ankle.
Kneeling beside Mia, I gently examined her ankle, my fingers tracing the contours of her skin. I felt something inside me touching her. Concentrate, I told myself, she's injured. At the same time relief washed over me as I realized there was no obvious fracture at least, but the grimace of pain on her face was undeniable, she would need X Rays to confirm either way. One thing was clear, Mia had suffered a really bad sprain.
Her tears welled up, and I could see the vulnerability in her eyes as she tried to move her injured ankle but the swelling was restricting it.
"I think I messed up pretty bad, I'm pretty sure it's broken" she admitted, her voice trembling.
"Let's wait for the doctor's opinion, here let me help you up"
As I helped her to her right foot, her arm draped around my shoulder for support, a rush of protectiveness surged through me and I wanted so badly to be able to kiss it better. In that moment, my feelings for Mia went beyond mere duty.
There was an undeniable attraction, a magnetic pull that I couldn't ignore. I was in love. Little did I know that this unexpected injury would set in motion events that would forever change the course of our lives, and the depth of my emotions for Mia would be tested in ways I could never have imagined.
With every step we took toward the team room, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on both of us. The atmosphere felt charged with unspoken emotions, and I couldn't help but steal glances at Mia from the corner of my eyes.
The team room stood empty, its walls adorned with faded volleyball posters and equipment scattered haphazardly. The space seemed like an abandoned sanctuary of athletic dreams, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that had filled it just moments before.
As we entered, Mia's expression shifted, her eyes reflecting a mix of discomfort and vulnerability. She turned to me, her voice soft and trembling, "Sarah, I could use some help getting out of this uniform if you don't mind."
My heart skipped a beat at her words, and I swallowed hard, my emotions in turmoil. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, I was really in love with Mia. It was more than just an attraction or a fling, more than just a duty. I had fallen for her, and the knowledge hung between us like a dirty secret.
With firm and capable hands, I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Of course Mia." My fingers brushed against the fabric of her crimson and white volleyball jersey, lingering for a moment before I carefully began to peel it off. Mia's blond hair cascading over her shoulders. She was fit and her sports bra was revealing her large firm breasts. Her skin was warm beneath my touch, and I couldn't help but blush as I focused on the job ahead.
I carefully lifted one of her legs, her team shorts sliding along her long, toned leg as she extended it. I noticed her wince when the fabric brushed against her injured ankle. She let out a soft moan of discomfort, and my heart went out to her.
"I'm sorry," I said sympathetically, my fingers brushing gently over her injured ankle.
"No worries, thank you for your help." She said, smiling at me.
As Mia changed into a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt, her face contorted in pain when she tried to slide her jeans over her injured ankle. My heart ached at her vulnerability, and an overwhelming desire to protect her surged within me.
"Here, let me help," I offered, my hands gently guiding her leg into the jeans. Mia's eyes met mine, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if our souls were laid bare. The unspoken connection between us deepened, drawing us closer together.
With Mia's arm draped around my shoulder and her injured ankle not touching the ground, we made slow but steady progress toward the parking lot. Each step was carefully measured, and my attention was wholly focused on ensuring Mia's comfort and the safety of her injured ankle.
Mia's face was etched with pain with each step. I felt the weight of her injured ankle on my shoulder, and it only fueled my determination to help her reach the car safely. She trusted me.
Finally, we reached my car, its sleek, black exterior glistening in the late afternoon sun. I carefully opened the door for Mia, ensuring she had a clear path to hop inside. She eased herself into the passenger seat, relieved.
As she settled in, I couldn't help but steal a glance at her. Her beauty was striking even in this vulnerable moment, her blue eyes still shimmering despite the pain she was experiencing.
Closing the car door gently, I hurried to the driver's seat, my mind racing with concern for Mia's well-being. The engine roared to life, and as we pulled away from the gym, the weight of our unspoken emotions filled the car like a silent promise of the uncertain future that lay ahead.
As we drove towards the hospital, Mia fingers gently grazed the area around her injured ankle, and I could see the pain and something else in her features. Not sure what it was since even with the pain she kept touching it.
Mia's voice broke the silence, her tone trembling with worry. "Sarah, I think it's broken," she said, her gaze fixed on her injured ankle. She continued to rub it gently, as if trying to alleviate the pain or increase it.
I wasn't sure why but I loved both options.
Part 2 to come.
K
Wednesday, November 15, 2023
Tuesday, November 14, 2023
The President's Daughter prologue
My name is Sarah Mitchell, and I'm a secret service agent, just shy of my 25th birthday. I've always been the type to blend into the background, to watch from the shadows. My job is to protect the President's daughter, Mia Harrison, a college student and an NCAA volleyball player.
They say it's a thankless job, but I never expected it to be this complicated. I was assigned to protect Mia when she started college, and from the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I was in trouble. Her vibrant personality, her determination and her radiant beauty were impossible to ignore. She was standing at 5 foot 10, with beautiful long legs that seemed to stretch for miles. Long blond hair cascading down her back, and deep blue eyes.
I, on the other hand, was trained to be invisible. My dark hair was always pulled back in a practical bun, and my steel-grey eyes tried not to show any emotions. I was professional and focused solely on the safety of my charge. But Mia had a way of breaking through my walls.
Our first meeting was uneventful, just a routine briefing with her mother, the President of the United States. I stood in the corner, silent and vigilant, as the President introduced us.
"This is Sarah Mitchell," she said, gesturing toward me. "She'll be your secret service protector while you're at college, Mia."
Mia extended her left hand with a warm smile because her right wrist was broken and in a pink cast. Her energy practically radiated from her.
"Nice to meet you Sarah," she said, her voice like a soothing melody.
I shook her hand , keeping my emotions in check. "Likewise Mia," I replied, my tone neutral.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, I found myself constantly by Mia's side. I couldn't deny the attraction that was growing between us, despite the danger it posed. We spent hours together, walking the campus, attending her volleyball games, and sharing late-night conversations often at the gym.
The more time I spent with her, the harder it became to remember my role as her protector. I found myself daydreaming about her smile, her laughter, her sexy legs, and the way her hair would catch the sunlight. It was a dangerous distraction, one that could jeopardize her safety.
But I couldn't help myself. I was falling in love with the President's daughter, a woman I was sworn to protect at all costs. It was a forbidden love, one that could destroy us both at the bare minimum my career would be over.
As the days passed, I knew I had to make a choice. I could continue to hide my feelings and focus solely on my duty, or I could risk everything and confess my sexual attraction to Mia. The consequences of my decision would shape the course of our lives forever, and I had no idea which path I would choose.
This is the story of how I fell in love with the President's daughter, Mia Harrison. It's a tale of forbidden love, danger, and the sacrifices we're willing to make for the ones we love.
It's strange to admit, but physical pain became the guiding force in reshaping both of our lives in the next few parts of this story.
Sarah