Jessica then and now
Conclusion
Liam and Emily were waiting at the doorstep, their faces lighting up with smiles as they saw me approaching. "Jess, you made it!" Emily exclaimed, rushing forward to give me a careful hug, her broken arm against my back, mindful of my broken legs.
I nodded, returning with a smile, but my gaze was drawn to Liam in his wheelchair. Both of his lower legs were in casts, a sight that took me by surprise. He looked so sexy, in his wheelchair with 2 broken legs.
"Liam, I had no idea," I said, my voice filled with genuine surprise and admiration. "You guys look... incredible, despite everything."
Liam smiled warmly, "It's been a painful jump the last one, but I'm managing," he replied, his tone upbeat despite the challenges he faced.
Together, the three of us made our way into the house, Emily's broken arm was now in a short cast without the need for a sling.
We spent the day catching up, sharing stories, and laughing together, the camaraderie and friendship lifting my spirits like nothing else could. Despite the challenges posed by our injuries, our life was beautiful in its own right.
As we settled into the comfort of Liam and Emily's home, surrounded by warmth and familiarity, I couldn't shake off the mixed emotions swirling within me. The sight of Liam in his wheelchair, strong yet vulnerable. Emily's recovery from her broken arm, and here I was, navigating life with two long leg casts and crutches.
As I prepared to leave, Liam wheeled closer to me, a thoughtful expression on his face. He leaned in and kissed my cheek gently, a silent gesture that spoke volumes about our bond.
"Jessica," he began softly, his eyes meeting mine, "I've know about the affair you had with Emily."
I hadn't expected this confession, especially not now, in the midst of our shared moments of camaraderie.
"Liam, how long have you known?"
"For a while now, since the last 2 or 3 times we travelled. Emily confided in me, and I could see the way you both looked at each other, the unspoken connection between you since high school."
My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. "I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt anyone," I murmured, feeling a weight of guilt settle over me.
"We've all made mistakes, Jess. What matters is how we move forward or backward from here." As we pulled apart, Liam's eyes stared at my broken legs, a mixture of love and concern reflected in his expression.
"I'm so grateful that you're okay, that you can walk again" he whispered, his hands gently rubbing the casts of my broken legs and then he kissed me on the lips and it happened again, I travelled back in time but to a different time.
My heart raced as I looked around, taking in the new surroundings. I was back in 1985, surrounded by the familiar faces of my high school friends and classmates. The sounds of Madonna's "Like a Virgin" playing in the background added to the nostalgic atmosphere.
I totally embraced the style of Madonna, channelling her iconic look, I was wearing a tight skirt that hugged my curves and a fitted blouse that accentuated my breasts. The blouse had a plunging neckline, adding a touch of drama to my outfit just like Emily liked. My high-heeled boots clicked against the floor as I moved... Here comes Jessica.
As I glanced around, I noticed Emily, my Emily approaching us, her cheerleading uniform and another badly sprained ankle catching my eye. She smiled warmly at me, her crutches tapping against the ground with each step. I remembered then that I came so close to break her ankle this time...
Her ankle was in a lightweight air cast that provided support and protection. The ace bandages had been coloured in a shade of purple to match her cheerleading uniform. The bandages wrapped her foot, ankle and lower leg, creating a secure fit and a very sexy look. She was totally yummy. My super strong and athletic girlfriend was injured and on crutches.
The best...
"Jessica! It's so good to see you here at the party. How have you been? How was it this time?"
I returned her smile, feeling a sense of comfort in her presence. "Emily, I'm doing good now that I'm with you! How about you? How's the ankle?"
Supported by wooden crutches and despite the injury, her bright smile and positive attitude remained undeterred. "It's OK, I'm told three more week and I will be off the crutches, you almost did it this time"
"That's good. I've missed you so much!"
"This party brings back so many memories!"
"Yeah, it's crazy to see everyone again,"
As we chatted more, she leaned in closer and whispered, "Do you think we'll ever be able to go back to the future again?"
I leaned in closer and kissed her gently on the cheek, "Don't worry, Em all I need is you"
"But hey, I can't dance with this grade 3 sprained ankle, totally non weight bearing...again.... So you'll support me?"
I nodded and grinned, looking at her sexy legs and sprained ankle.
"Sure thing!" I exclaimed, "Let's dance."
As we moved to the center of the dance floor, Emily on her crutches, she dropped them and leaned on me for support. We began to sway, her knee bent keeping her ankle elevated.
"Can you stand on it at all"
"NO"
"Yes you can baby...do it for me"
As she did, the energy was electric that shot up and down her ankle and leg, and I felt a surge of sexual attraction from her as we danced together. She was relying on me for support. Her air cast brushed against my leg, and she would occasionally shift her weight slightly, adjusting to our height difference.
As the music changed to a slow tempo, Emily and I paused for a moment, our eyes locked in an intense gaze. I took her hand in mine as we stood there, swaying gently to the beat of the music. Our breaths mingled together as we stepped closer, and I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers in a soft and sweet kiss.
Our tongues danced in a sensual and intimate embrace, drawing us closer together. The taste of her lips, the warmth of her breath, and the sound of her quiet moans filled my senses, making me feel alive and in the moment when she rubbed her wrapped ankle and lower leg against mine.
"Jess, there's something important I need to tell you..."
"What is it?" I asked, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach.
"I'm pregnant..." she said softly.
"Pregnant? But how...when?"
"It's Liam's..." she replied, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope.
"I know this is a lot to take in, but I need to tell you and want you to be a part of this. I want you to be part of my life, of our life..." Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to her words, and I reached out to hold her hand.
"I...I don't know what to say...I love you Em" I finally managed to say
Our bodies pressed together as we shared a deep and emotional kiss. Our tongues tangled in a sensual dance, and my heart swelled with love and desire.
The end
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