Saturday, May 11, 2024
Jessica then and now chapter 9
Jessica then and now
Chapter 9
1990's
I woke up to a sharp, throbbing pain that surged through my body, instantly alerting me to my new reality. Opening my eyes, I found myself in my hospital room again, but something was off. My legs were in long leg casts, suspended in the air by a system of pulleys attached to the bed. Panic gripped me momentarily as I tried to make sense of the situation.
"Where am I?" My voice sounded hoarse, unfamiliar to my ears in this moment of confusion. Looking around, I recognized the familiar surroundings of my hospital room, yet everything felt surreal, like a dream I couldn't shake off.
Memories flooded back, the fall, the accident, and the fractures that changed the course of my life. But now, here I was, back in time, the pain in my legs was real, a stark reminder of the consequences of tampering with time travel. As I lay there, grappling with the mix of relief and apprehension, a surge of determination coursed through me. This was my chance, my latest opportunity to rewrite history, to reclaim what was lost.
Despite the pain, despite the uncertainty, I knew deep down that I had to do this. "I can do this," I whispered to myself. To my surprise, Emily walked into the room, her broken right arm in a long cast and sitting in a sling, a look of concern on her face.
"Jessica, you have to stop trying back and forth to time travel" she exclaimed, her voice urgent as she approached my bed. I turned to her, my heart racing with anticipation. "Am I paralyzed this time?" I blurted out, the fear evident in my voice.
Emily shook her head gently, her eyes conveying reassurance. "No, but your legs are badly broken," she replied, her tone soothing yet matter-of-fact. "You need to rest and let the doctors take care of you. No time travelling until your legs heal "
Her words sank in, a wave of relief washing over me despite the severity of my injuries. "Thank goodness," I whispered, grateful for the clarity amid the confusion of the situation.
As Emily helped adjust my position on the bed, I couldn't help but feel a surge of love and appreciation for my best friend.
"Emily," I began, my voice filled with concern as I glanced at her broken arm, "what happened to your arm?"
She sighed softly, a hint of weariness in her eyes. "You don't remember obviously what you did to me... then just a clumsy accident," my poor friend, I touch her broken arm, she looks so sweet with that sling.
"Stop... I'll be fine; it's nothing compared to what you're going through with your shattered long legs."
I nodded, grateful for her attempt to lighten the mood. "I hope you're not in too much pain," I said, genuine worry in my tone.
"It's manageable," she reassured me, patting my hand gently. "But enough about me. How are you feeling?"
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "I'm sore, but I think I'll be okay, plus being in pain means sensation in my legs, no paralysis" I replied, trying to sound more optimistic than I felt.
"I haven't seen Liam since we came back from the future," I said.
"He's been busy with his research and trying to figure out what went wrong with your latest time travel."
I nodded, understanding the gravity of our situation. "Do you think he'll be able to fix it? Or should I stay here?"
"I hope so. Liam is determined and resourceful. If anyone can figure it out, it's him."
"I miss him," I admitted, surprised by the depth of my feelings. "I didn't realize how much until now."
Emily gave me a sympathetic smile. "It's natural to feel that way, especially when you're going through a difficult time. Keep in mind that in this version of your past I'm married with Liam"
"Wow really, I just wish both of you lots of happiness."
"Thank you Jess, I'm sure he will visit you soon," Emily suggested, trying to offer comfort. "In the meantime, focus on your recovery. We'll get through this together." Her words were reassuring, and I felt a sense of determination wash over me. I was so happy for her.
Emily suddenly climbed onto the bed with me, surprising me as her presence was reassuring and conflicting. I couldn't help but feel a surge of sexual desire as her closeness and warmth felt so intoxicating. It was as if she knew what I was feeling and wanted to give me comfort. Her soft body pressing against mine as she kissed me in a passionate and erotic way.
Then she climbed over my broken right leg, she sensually rubbed herself against the rough surface of my cast. I moaned in pain... our bodies were close... our breath shallow. The hand portion of her cast roamed all over my body, exploring the curves of my breasts as I let out whispers and sighs that signalled my sexual pleasure.
The tension and pressure against my cast and broken leg continued to build, the passion rising to a feverish pitch. She was on top of me, her body moving over mine in rhythmic motion as I felt her breath become heated and her movements more intense. She slid her broken arm, her hard cast between my legs, fingers sliding inside of me.
Our bodies became a tangle as we explored each other's bodies, finding a connection that transcended time travel and marriage. Broken limbs were a maze of pleasure, our touches and moves becoming more frantic as we approached the brink of climax. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and we held on to each other tightly as we reached our orgasm loudly.
Weeks later I set out to visit my two best friends... husband and wife...Liam and Emily. I felt so bad that we had sex. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over everything, lifting my spirits despite facing what I had done.
Don't get me wrong, I loved being on crutches and in a leg cast but the discomfort of my injuries, with two long leg walking casts supporting my broken legs and crutches aiding my steps, was a very different experience. As I arrived at Liam and Emily's place, I couldn't help but marvel at the familiar surroundings that now look different through the lens of my new leap in the back. The ramp for my old wheelchair was still there.
I felt a surge of anticipation mingled with worries not knowing how much she shared with Liam. With my two long leg casts and crutches in hand, I carefully got myself out of the taxi, making sure to keep my balance despite the added weight and bulk of the casts. The rubber heels of my casts thumped against the pavement as I took my first steps, a familiar rhythm that echoed my determination to push forward. With each step, I could feel the support of the crutches swinging both long casts at the same time, allowing me to move with a surprising amount of grace and control.
Liam and Emily were waiting at the doorstep, to my surprise I was shocked to see...
Conclusion to come
K
Friday, May 10, 2024
Thursday, May 9, 2024
Jessica then and now chapter 8
Jessica then and now
Chapter 8
2030's
I received an expected call from Jessica, we both came back from the past when I looked by accident at a paper from 2037 that I had in my backpack by accident while in the past. Her voice was still very confident over the phone as she expressed her need in meeting me, how could I say no. I needed to know how my trip to the past affected her
"Hello, this is Liam," I answered, happy to get her call.
"Liam, it's Jessica, can we meet to discuss what happened on the polo field last week, well actually it was a long time ago. Decades ago."
I couldn't hide my intrigue at the prospect of meeting her. "Of course, Jessica. When would it be convenient for you?"
"Tomorrow works for me," she replied promptly. "How about at the Dark Note café again?"
"That sounds perfect," I agreed, already looking forward to our meeting. Her voice carried echoes of the young Jessica. I remembered all my trips in time to see her, to help her. From her years, tall, with incredible legs and firm sexy breasts. Her curvy silhouette had always captivated me, paired with her crutches and various leg casts over the years that filled our lives. Not having seen her in many years now, I wasn't sure what to expect.
As Saturday arrived 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. Time seemed to slow as I waited, my thoughts drifting to the many many discussions we had over the years from time travelling back and forth.
Suddenly, the café door swung open, and my gaze locked onto Jessica as she entered. It felt like a scene from a parallel universe; describing her as a beautiful mature woman would be an understatement. The tall, sexy woman was now in a wheelchair, she exuded grace and confidence despite her paralysis from the hip down. She navigated the space effortlessly, her arms and hands moving expertly on the wheelchair's rims as she wheeled herself forward with a determined stride.
Me and everybody else in the cafe observed Jessica, her legs were in a sleek and sexy pair of black pantyhose, accentuating their slender curves. Despite her wheelchair, she maintained an elegant appearance, wearing a stylish leather skirt that draped gracefully around her hips.
Her choice of footwear, 5-inch red stiletto heels, added a touch of pure sexiness to her look, contrasting beautifully with the black pantyhose. Even in her seated position, Jessica's legs exuded a sense of poise and beauty since for reasons that I couldn't explain, even 30 some years later she kept her muscle tone. And yet she couldn't walk or even stand on those perfect legs.
A mystery of time travelling I guess.
"Liam, it's great to be here with you," Jessica greeted warmly, her smile genuine. I leaned over and kissed her cheek this time.
"It's wonderful to see you, Jessica," I replied, looking at her stylish wheelchair. "What happened? Was it the last time you travelled in time? I inquired, curious about her current condition. To be honest I was so attracted to her in her wheelchair. Her sexy long crippled leg looked so good.
Jessica's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Just a little time travelling mishap, not the last one I guess" she explained calmly, grabbing her left leg and moving it over the right one.
"I don;t feel anything from my hips down."
I nodded, though my interest lingered. "You handle that wheelchair so gracefully, it's clear you're quite adept with it," I complimented, admiring her poise despite the challenges.
"Thank you, Liam, for you it's only been a few days, you were back last week" she responded, meeting my gaze with those big brown eyes and her wet lips. "I've been in a chair for 30 years, navigating life's obstacles is just another performance, isn't it? A different stage, but the show must go on."
"I missed you so much"
Her fingers gently traced the contours of her paralyzed legs, she was teasing me "For years and multiple trips back and forth I spent months in leg casts and crutches between my stays in my wheelchair."
As Jessica shared her time travelling experiences, I listened attentively, drawn into the challenges and triumphs she faced during her various recoveries. She spoke of the initial struggles with adapting to life in a wheelchair, the frustrations of limited mobility versus her time in leg casts and crutches.
In the midst of our conversation I got daring enough to touch her legs, her sexy long shapely and yet useless legs. That's when a thought lingered in my mind like a persistent whisper from the past.
"Jessica," I began tentatively, my words carefully chosen, "have you ever considered going back, trying again?, maybe staying in the past with me and Emily"
She looked at me with a mix of surprise and contemplation. "You mean, back in time? At the same time again on the polo field?" she clarified, her gaze meeting mine with a curious intensity.
I nodded, my eyes reflecting the curiosity that danced in hers. "Yes, back to that moment before the accident, before everything changed," I elaborated, my voice carrying a hint of wonder.
"I've tried a few times already without success," she admitted. I nodded in understanding.
"It's a decision that carries immense risks,"
Later back at her house I sat close to her in her wheelchair, her crippled leg against my leg, not just a casual touching of her knee. She smiled at me, my hand slid up her leg, caressing her thigh from knee to skirt. She slowly opened her legs for me, inviting me higher up. Then I was under her skirt, my fingers touched her.
She looked at me caressing, splitting the labia and pushing against her wet lips, my finger sliding in. She was moaning, her eyes were closed.
Her expression turned thoughtful, considering the risks and rewards of trying again.
"It could mean walking again, leaving this wheelchair behind," she said, excited at the prospect of regained mobility.
"But it also means risking new fractures, the pain and uncertainty all over again," she added.
"It's a decision that carries immense risks," I acknowledged, echoing her concerns while also recognizing the potential for a positive outcome.
"What if things don't change? What if we're stuck in a loop, repeating the same?"
"We won't know unless we try this new approach."
Finally, Jessica nodded slowly, rolling closer in her wheelchair, excitement in her eyes. She kissed me and then said "Alright, let's do it. Let's go back and try again,"
Chapter 9 to come
K
Wednesday, May 8, 2024
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