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Jessica then and now Chapter 6

 Jessica then and now

Chapter 6
2030's

His words echoed in my head.... by breaking your sexy long leg once again in the present.

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes, well almost"

"We'll start with creating a safe moment when we break your leg again, and then once I'm gone back in time you'll proceed to mimic the progression of your recovery, from the initial bulky cast to the lighter ones as your healing progresses."

Understanding the gravity of what was required, I nodded. "Living through those months again, from the pain and shock of the injury to the gradual improvements and challenges of rehabilitation, it's going to be so intense."

I grabbed my crutches and steadied myself on my good leg, feeling the weight of the cast on my other. Gripping the crutches tightly, I carefully positioned them under my arms and headed toward the stairs.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I paused for a moment to catch my breath. The photo I wanted was tucked away in a drawer in my bedroom. I made my way to the drawer, opening it with a sense of purpose still leaning on my crutches like if I needed them medically.

The photo with its edges slightly faded from years of being tucked away brought back memories, the sterile hospital room, the white walls, my leg in a full leg cast elevated in a device to alleviate the throbbing pain and the uncomfortable hospital bed that had been my constant companion during those difficult days of recovery. Despite the smile I tried to muster for the camera, the discomfort and distress were evident in my eyes. It was a moment frozen in time

I held the photo gently, tracing the lines of my younger self captured in a moment of vulnerability. It was a reminder of how far I had come. Turning, I made my way back down the stairs, negotiating each step carefully.

Returning downstairs with the photo clutched in my hand, I joined Liam, his eyes lit up as I placed the photo in front of him, and I could sense the gravity of our mission weighing upon us. This photo held part of the key to unlocking the possibilities.

"This is it," I said. Liam nodded and leaned in to kiss me, to reassure me. "With this photo as our guide, we can navigate back in time"

I nodded in agreement with Liam's plan, accepting the importance of every detail to recreate the past.

Liam then suggested, "It would be helpful to have clothing similar to what you might have worn during that time before you actually broke your leg, something that captures the essence of who you were back then."

I paused, considering his words. "I still have my knee high riding boots from that period, a relic of my equestrian days."

"Perfect," Liam replied, his enthusiasm evident.

We were so close to at least trying the time travel experience. I carefully navigated the stairs, my crutches supporting my weight as I ascended step by step. With my knee bent and the cast lifted off the ground, I moved with practised ease, my movements fluid despite the challenge, feeling so sexy with Liam staring at me, my leg and my cast. Each movement was deliberately sensual on my crutches.

Reaching my bedroom, I leaned against the door frame for a moment, catching my breath. Stepping into my bedroom, I approached the closet where I kept my riding boots. I carefully unlaced my Nike shoe and slipped it off, feeling the cool air against my foot. The familiarity of my riding boots brought a sense of nostalgia, reminding me of the days spent riding horses and the freedom it brought.

As I slid my foot into the well-worn leather of the riding boot, a wave of memories washed over me. The snug fit, the familiar scent of leather, and the sturdy sole. With each lace secured, I felt a sense of readiness and determination, as if the boot held the key to unlocking the mysteries of time travel.

With my riding boot now in place, I stood tall, the weight of the boot grounding me in the present while connecting me to the past. As I made my way back to the staircase, my crutches echoing softly with each step, I noticed Liam staring at my photo, his gaze focused intently on my broken leg I was sure. He seemed lost in thought, as if he was caressing the photo with his eyes while his hand was rubbing his erected penis inside his jeans.

"You were so beautiful in that hospital bed Jessica" Liam added, his voice soft almost moaning rubbing himself faster and faster.

I was mesmerized sensing wetness between my own legs like if his precum was teasing me. When he opened his jeans, he was still captivated by my photo and I was distracted watching him masturbate in my living room, because of that I'm sure, I couldn't help but lose my balance for a fraction of a second.

I really can't explain it but It was almost as if the energy of the past and our shared mission had shifted the ground beneath me. In a split second, my riding boot slipped, and I tumbled forward ever so slowly, my crutches clattering to the ground as I began to fall down the stairs.

"Jessica!" Liam moaned, exploding in his hands, his voice filled with concern and sensuality as he watched in horror.

But it was too late for me. The fall seemed to unfold in slow motion as I hit the hard wood of the stairs, my short cast banging and breaking against the unforgiving surface. I let out a sharp cry of pain as my leg got trapped in the handrail, the pressure causing it to break under the tumbling force.

I did hear him say "Are you okay?!" but his voice was urgent as he disappeared from my living room. I tried to understand, but the pain was overwhelming. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to catch my breath.

"Oh god, I think... I think I broke my leg... again," I managed to say to nobody but myself, my voice strained with agony. I also managed to free my broken leg from the handrail, wincing at the shooting pain that accompanied the movement.

I examined my broken leg, the twist and bend evident even in the dim light of the living room. The sight made my stomach churn, a mix of disbelief and pain washing over me in waves. My sexy long leg now lay in an unnatural position, a cruel reminder of the fall's impact.

With trembling hands, I reached out, hesitant yet compelled to touch the broken cast. The slightest movement of the leg cast sent sharp spikes of pain shooting through my body, causing me to gasp and grit my teeth. The skin around the cast was already starting to swell, a telltale sign of the trauma inflicted.

As I traced the lines of the broken cast with my fingertips, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment, as if this broken leg belonged to someone else entirely, another Jessica. It was a surreal experience, confronting the reality of my injury in such a raw and immediate way.

With each passing second, the pain intensified, I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to calm the rising panic and focus on the task at hand, getting to my cell phone, getting help and seeking medical attention as soon as possible.

Turning onto my stomach, I moaned while I assessed the distance to my purse and phone, it was only ten feet away. With determination fuelled by pain and sexual excitement, I crawled forward, each movement agonizing yet necessary.

Almost there, I dragged myself along the floor, gritting my teeth against the sharp jolts of pain that shot through my broken leg with every shuffle. The sound of the hard cast scratching my lovely hardwood flooring.

Now my fingertips brushed against the soft fabric of my purse. Adrenaline surged as I reached inside, my fingers fumbling until they found the familiar shape of my iPhone 24. With trembling hands, I pulled it out, my vision blurred with tears of frustration and agony.

First I dialed Liam's number with shaking fingers but stopped. Would he know me now that he went back in time? I dialed 911 each tone as a reminder of the urgency of my situation. I could hear a female voice on the other end, I knew this voice, her concern evident even through the phone.

"Jessica?"...said Emily.

I struggled to understand how it could be her? Between gasps of pain and tears I wondered if Liam going back in time had already affected Emily's life. I managed to prop myself up against the nearest piece of furniture, my broken leg throbbing with intensity.

"Yes it me Em" I said

"How can I help you Jess?"

"Em I...Broke my leg again, the same one?" I said

"Again? But Jessica you didn't break your leg...you..."

"Oh god nooooo, it all came back to me... Liammmmm" I yelled

Chapter 7 to come


Clip 520 Broken arm and thumb, sac, cast

Thursday, May 2, 2024

Jessica then and now Chapter 5

 Jessica then and now

Chapter 5
2030's

In that moment, as I felt her response to my touch and her curiosity matching mine, I knew she was the perfect partner for my time-travelling experience. Leaning over, I kissed this lovely woman on the cheek, expecting a reciprocated peck. To my surprise, she turned her head slightly and met my lips with hers, a tender and unexpected kiss followed by her tongue meeting mine with eagerness.

My hand was resting momentarily on her cast, loving the feel of the surface under my fingers, "But it's not just about physical travel. Imagine If I was able to go back 1 week and warn you about the stairs, about breaking your ankle. Imagine the possibilities."

Her insights from her readings and questions added a new dimension to my research, sparking ideas and avenues of exploration that I hadn't considered before. We shared a curiosity and passion for exploring the unknown. The touch of her cast lingered in my mind, but something felt off. It was like a subtle reminder that the realities can sometimes be filled with mysteries and potential lies.

I felt a mix of excitement and doubt. A nagging feeling that her explanation for her cast might be false, lingered in the back of my mind.

"I need to go back. I have a meeting this afternoon, could you give me a hand to stand up please?" Jessica asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice even if I knew she didn't need my help at all. I nodded, understanding her need to keep the cast off the floor. Gently, I helped her to her foot.

Handing her the crutches, I watched as she skilfully balanced herself, swinging her cast through the crutches she moved naturally. With each step, she navigated the room to the rhythmic sound of her crutches echoing softly against the floor. It was a beautiful sight and yet I felt like I was missing something.

As days passed after our initial meeting, I couldn't shake off the doubts that had crept into my mind. Jessica's explanation for her leg cast felt too perfect, almost scripted, and it left me wondering about the authenticity of our connection and the true nature of her involvement in my research. One evening, as I was lost in thought at my desk, my phone buzzed with a message from Jessica.

"Liam, can we meet? I'd like to discuss something important," her message read.

Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I replied, "Of course, Jessica. When and where?"

She responded promptly, "How about tomorrow at my place? I'll explain everything about my cast and ankle then." I agreed to the meeting, intrigued by the prospect of getting answers to the lingering doubts that had been plaguing me. The next day, I found myself standing outside Jessica's beautiful house, the anticipation building with each passing second.

"Come in, Liam," As Jessica welcomed me into her apartment, her warm smile masked the tension I sensed in her eyes. She was wearing jeans that had been expertly cut at the knee to accommodate her leg cast. They hugged her curves in all the right places, adding style to her look with a white blouse and a Nike jogging shoe on her left foot.

As I sat across from Jessica in her cozy living room, the truth behind her cast awaited explanation. "So, Liam, I must admit, my love for being on crutches and wearing this recreational cast is not due to a broken ankle, as I led you to believe."

I knew it, I leaned forward slightly, inviting her to continue.

"It's so hard to explain, back in the 90s as a young actress, I began a fascination with leg casts and crutches, from a character I played on stage for months who had broken her ankle playing tennis. Over time, it evolved into a personal sexual fetish."

Wow listening intently, I realized that her connection to her crutches and cast ran deeper than I expected. It was a deliberate choice and I understood why she kept it hidden over the years and when we first met. She smiled while rubbing her cast. Her words resonated with me, sparking a new understanding of her perspective. Jessica's openness about her love for crutches and casts painted a picture of a woman who embraced life on her own terms like it or not.

"As much as I enjoy the theatrics of it all, I understand that it might have caused confusion about my real intentions regarding my involvement in your time-travel research."

I nodded, acknowledging the complexity of our situation. "It's a unique aspect of who you are, and it doesn't change my interest in collaborating with you on our exploration of time travel but from now we must be totally honest with each other."

Jessica's smile widened, a mixture of relief and gratitude evident in her eyes. "I'm glad to hear that, and I appreciate your understanding."

Our conversation shifted to the intricacies of time travel, into the possibilities and challenges of temporal exploration, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of excitement in our collaboration. The truth behind Jessica's cast had brought us closer, bridging any lingering doubts or misunderstandings.

One thing remained, I couldn't help but wonder about her motivations for wanting to revisit moments before her fall from the horse and the missed audition for the Titanic role. Her openness about her love for crutches and casts had set the stage for a candid conversation, and I was eager to understand her perspective further.

"Can you explain why you're interested in going back in time before your accident and the missed audition?"

She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her gaze distant yet focused as if reliving moments from the past. "It's not about changing the events themselves, It's about reclaiming the possibilities that were lost, the what-ifs and maybes that haunt me to this day."

Jessica went on to describe the impact of her accident on her career trajectory and personal life. "That collision while on the horse, as devastating as it was, marked a turning point. It altered the course of my career and left me with a lingering sense of 'what could have been."

"It was a pivotal opportunity, one that could have catapulted my career to new heights. But fate had other plans, and I've carried that missed chance with me ever since."

Listening to her heartfelt explanation, I gained a newfound appreciation for the weight of her experiences and the dreams left unfulfilled. Her desire to revisit those moments wasn't about erasing the past but rather about embracing the possibilities of a different outcome, one that might redefine her life in ways she had yet to imagine and that was both thrilling and so dangerous.

"I understand, we can explore those possibilities and perhaps find a path that leads to a different outcome." Jessica's eyes sparkled with renewed hope, a glimmer of excitement dancing in their depths. "Thank you, for understanding."

"It's very important to realise that the prospect of changing that moment in time on your horse is exciting, we must also consider the dangers of not fully controlling the new outcome." Her expression changed, signalling her understanding of the gravity of what we will try to do.

"If we somehow prevent the collision that shattered your leg, there's no guarantee that the new timeline will unfold as you hope. It's a risk we must acknowledge."

Jessica nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "I know that changing that one moment could have far-reaching consequences," she acknowledged. "It's not just about my career trajectory but also about the ripple effects on my personal life, relationships, and experiences."

I leaned in, took her recreational cast in my hand, my tone serious yet tinged with obvious attraction. "We may be able to alter that specific event, but the complexities of time travel are such that the outcomes to you and everybody present that day. We could inadvertently create new physical challenges."

Jessica's eyes met mine, "I'm willing to take that risk if you are," I nodded, acknowledging her bravery.

"Time travel involves a deep connection to a specific moment in the past. It's not just about going back in time; it's about immersing oneself in that era, feeling the emotions, and reliving the experiences."

I paused, allowing my words to sink in before continuing. "For me to successfully navigate time, I will need 2 conditions, a special memento from that time period, something that holds significant emotional resonance, and you will need to be in the state you were after that event" I explained.

"The first step is straightforward and easy, you will need to locate a very specific photo taken right after your accident. It should capture the raw emotions you were feeling, the essence of who you were in that moment, when you first saw your long leg cast. Maybe a photo during your hospital stay with your long cast elevated."

Jessica's eyes sparked with understanding. "And once we secure this pivotal memento come the very difficult part, you'll need to relive that challenging year from your accident until I can successfully time travel back and alter your past. You, Jessica, will become the focal point, you will be the bridge between our current reality and the past we aim to revisit and the only way we can force that is by breaking your sexy long leg once again in the present."

Her expression shifted while my words echoed in her head.... by breaking your sexy long leg once again in the present.

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes." She said while we both looked at her leg and short cast.

Chapter 6 to come
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Clip 518 Broken leg in a full leg cast LLC and crutches part 1

Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Jessica then and now chapter 4

 Jessica then and now

Chapter 4
2030's

I received an unexpected call from Jessica Montgomery, the renowned actress whose performances I had admired on Broadway and in various theatres over the years. Her voice was confident yet warm over the phone as she expressed her interest in meeting me, how could I say no.

"Hello, this is Liam," I answered, somewhat surprised to get a call.

"Liam, it's Jessica Montgomery," came the reply, her tone carrying a hint of excitement. "I've heard about your research on time travel possibilities, and I'd love to meet you to discuss it further."

I couldn't hide my intrigue at the prospect of meeting someone as accomplished and intriguing as her about a subject that was so taboo. "Of course, Jessica. I'd be honoured to meet with you. When would it be convenient for you?"

"This weekend works for me," she replied promptly. "How about this Saturday at the Dark Note café downtown?"

"That sounds perfect," I agreed, already looking forward to our meeting. Her voice carried echoes of the young Jessica I remembered from Broadway, tall, with incredible legs and a lovely physique. Her curvy silhouette had always captivated the audience, paired with her great voice that filled the theatre. Not having seen her in many years, I wasn't sure what to expect. But from her confident voice over the phone, it seemed that the young Jessica I remembered had evolved into a lovely mature woman, that was undeniable.

As Saturday approached, I couldn't help but wonder what had sparked Jessica's interest in my studies? The studies that had almost cost me my job at the university. Our conversation was sure to be fascinating, jumping into the possibilities and implications of time travel, a topic that had captivated both of us in different ways it seems.

As I walked into the café, the warm aroma of coffee greeted me, mingling with the chatter of patrons and the gentle hum of conversation. I found a quiet corner table and settled in, anticipation bubbling within me for my meeting with Jessica Montgomery. Time seemed to slow as I waited, my thoughts drifting to the discussions we would have. The café's ambience was soothing, providing the perfect backdrop for our exchange.

Suddenly, the café door swung open, and my gaze locked onto Jessica as she entered. It was as if a scene from one of her old stage plays unfolded before my eyes, to call her a beautiful woman was an understatement. The actress was on underarm crutches, her leg in a cast, she was very graceful and in total control.

She was wearing a knee-length dress that accentuated her tall and statuesque figure, the vibrant colours complementing her brown hair and big brown eyes. Despite the cast on her leg, she moved with poise and confidence, her crutches becoming an extension of her presence rather than a hindrance.

"Liam, It's a pleasure to meet you in person."

"The pleasure is all mine but I couldn't help but notice your broken leg. What happened?"

She smiled and a hint of amusement flickered in her eyes. "Oh, just a little missed step," she replied casually. "Stress fracture in my ankle, nothing too dramatic."

I nodded, but my curiosity lingered. "Well, the way you move on your crutches, it's obvious that you're no stranger to them," I complimented, my gaze briefly drifting to her lovely long legs, the one in the black cast and the healthy one. She was well renowned for her beauty more than her acting, and that felt so wrong on multiple levels.

Jessica chuckled softly. "Thank you, Liam," she said, her eyes meeting mine with purpose. "It's all part of the theatre, isn't it? Sometimes life imitates art."

As our conversation continued, I found myself drawn not only to her intellect but also to her undeniable charm. Her ability to combine grace and humour added yet another layer of attraction to my already growing fascination with her. The way she moved and used her leg cast as a sensual accessory, crossing and uncrossing her lovely legs, had me mesmerized and she knew it.

"You know, Liam," she began, her tone reflective, her long fingers rubbing her toes at the end of the cast, "this isn't my first encounter with crutches and casts. I had a rather terrible accident years ago that left me in a total of six different casts over a long period of time."

I listened intently as she recounted her accident, sharing moments of both hardship and unexpected joy during her recovery period. She spoke of the initial challenges of adapting to life on crutches, the frustrations of limited mobility, and the moments of vulnerability that came with relying on others for support.

"But you know what?" Her big brown eyes dug deep into me again. "Despite the challenges, there were also unexpected joys and friendships that blossomed during that time. I met people I might not have crossed paths with otherwise, and I discovered a new side of me I hadn't fully realized before."

Her words resonated with me, triggering memories of seeing her at various red carpets and social events while using crutches and casts. It was evident that those experiences had shaped her in profound ways, adding layers of complexity and richness to her already captivating persona. Without those experiences, who knows who she would be today.

As she shared more anecdotes and insights, I couldn't help but feel a deepening connection to her, admiring not just her professional success but also the depth of her character on multiple levels. Our conversation was paving the way for a partnership that went beyond curiosity and physical attraction.

"I must say, your outlook on life and your ability to find joy even in difficult circumstances is truly inspiring."

"Thank you, I wouldn't trade the experiences for anything and yet here I am..." Our conversation shifted to other topics, I found myself drawn sexually to this woman and yet I couldn't help but feel a sense of opportunity to connect with her that wasn't clear yet.

"I know this will sound totally strange but during my long recovery periods, I found a certain joy in using crutches. It started as a necessity, but it soon became something so much more, a form of expression. It felt like showing off my long legs in a totally different view when using crutches."

"There's a certain freedom that comes with using crutches, when injured or not" Jessica continued, her eyes sparkling with clearly sexual excitement. "It's not just about mobility; it's about reclaiming control and refusing to let obstacles define you."

"I totally agree when I first saw you walk in the cafe that's how I felt looking at you without being able to put it in words." She was not just a talented actress and beautiful woman. As our conversation about her interest for crutches came to a natural pause, I felt compelled to share my own insights, maybe she was the one I needed to be able to take my time travel experiences to a new level.

"You know, Jessica, our discussion about challenges and growth ties in intriguingly with my research on time travel."

Her eyes lit up with curiosity, and I noticed her subtle shift, perhaps a slight lean toward me as well when her cast connected with my leg sending an incredible sensation all through my body.

"Time travel? That's fascinating! How does your version of time travel work? Tell me more"

I nodded, bolder than ever in my life I grabbed and lifted her cast protecting her broken ankle with a gentle touch. "Well, imagine time with multiple threads of events and moments,"

I explained, letting my fingers trace the outline of her perfect cast slowly. "In my research, I explore the concept of temporal artifacts, I mean objects from specific time periods that hold a unique energy or resonance."

Jessica's eyes followed my touch, and a faint smile played on her lips and when my fingers rubbed her exposed toes, I swear she licked her lips.

"So, this leg cast for example, because of the strong connection we both feel right now physically, sensually and sexually being in your hands, it could act as a gateways of some sorts in years from now, allowing us to connect with past moments?" she inquired, her voice soft with intrigue and clear sensuality.

At that moment, as I felt the warmth of her response to my touch and her curiosity matching mine, I knew she was the perfect partner for my time-travelling experience. Leaning over and kissing this lovely woman on the cheek, expecting a reciprocated peck. To my surprise, she turned her head slightly and met my lips with hers, a tender and unexpected kiss then I felt her tongue meet mine with eagerness.

Jessica then and now
Part 5 to come
K


Clip 516 Musician non weight bearing, crutches