Friday, September 6, 2024
Cheer, crutches and love chapter 3
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 3
"Let's take a look at that ankle," he said, kneeling in front of me, almost... A perfect position...Between my long legs...
He gently removed my jogging shoe, then peeled away my sock, exposing my small foot, the swelling and slight bruising around my ankle. I winced as he probed the tender area, his touch gentle but firm. Without a word, Nick pulled out a modern and slimmer air-cast, the kind designed to immobilize and protect a sprained ankle while it heals. I frowned, shaking my head slightly.
"I don't need that, It's just a sprain. I'll be fine."
Nick looked up at me, his blue eyes meeting mine with a calm resolve. "I know it seems like overkill, but this will help your ankle heal faster," he explained, his voice steady. "It will keep your ankle stable, prevent further injury, and reduce the swelling. Trust me, it's only temporary, but it'll make a big difference while you use your crutches."
I sighed, knowing he was right but still feeling frustrated. "I really don't need crutches, Jesus I just hate being sidelined," I admitted, my voice tinged with a mix of stubbornness and vulnerability.
Nick's hands continued to move up my leg, his fingers sliding against my strong legs, against my skin. "You'll be back on your feet in no time," he assured me, his voice low and soothing.
I felt a spark of sexual desire as he spoke. I had always been attracted to Nick, but I had never let myself act on it. Maybe it was the adrenaline from my injury, or maybe it was just the way he was taking care of me, but I found myself wanting this man more than ever before.
As if sensing my thoughts, Nick's hand moved to my foot, his fingers rubbing the arch and pressing gently into the sole. I let out a soft moan, unable to help myself.
"Feels good?" he asked, a lovely smile playing at the corners of his lips.
I nodded, unable to speak. His touch was doing things to me that I had never experienced before. His hand moved higher, his fingers tracing the curve of my sprained ankle and up my calf. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have him pressed against me. Totally losing control i said,
"I want you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Nick looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you too," he replied, his voice husky with need while he slightly squeezed my sprained ankle sending incredible waves of pure pleasure. He stood up, towering over me. I felt small and vulnerable in his presence, but I didn't feel afraid. I felt desired, wanted.
He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. I moaned, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. His tongue explored my mouth, and I could taste the mint on his breath. He pulled away, his eyes meeting mine. "I need you," he whispered, his voice full of longing.
I nodded, unable to speak. I needed him too.
Nick's hands moved to my t-shirt, his fingers slipped the shirt off my body, his eyes taking in every inch of my bare skin, my breasts and fully erected nipples. His hands moved to them, his fingers tracing the round curves and tweaking the nipples. I moaned, my back arching against him.
His mouth moved to my neck, his lips and tongue tracing a path down to my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. I moaned, my hands reaching down to the front of his pants, rubbing his hard penis slowly. He moved to the other breast, his mouth and hands worshipping my injured body. I had never felt so desired, so wanted.
His hands moved down, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips and the V of my thighs, I was so so wet. He slipped a finger inside me, and I moaned, my back arching against him. He moved his finger in and out, his thumb pressing against my clitoris. I moaned wanting more, wanting this moment to never end.
Nick added another finger, his thumb still working my clitoris. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, my muscles clenching around his fingers. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. I cried out, my orgasm washing over me in waves, but didn't stop, his fingers continuing to move inside me. I could feel another orgasm building, my muscles clenching around his fingers.
I cried out as I came again, my body trembling and my sprained ankle aching. His mouth moved to mine. I could taste myself on his lips, and I couldn't help but feel even more turned on. He picked me up, his hands supporting my injured ankle. I wrapped my good leg around his waist, my arms around his neck.
He carried me to the medical bed, laying me down gently. He pulled off his clothes, his body lean and muscular. He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. I could feel his hard penis pressing against me, and I couldn't wait to feel him inside me.
He entered me slowly, his eyes meeting mine. I moaned, he moved slowly at first, his hips rocking against mine. I could feel the orgasm building inside me again, my muscles clenching around him. He picked up the pace, his hips thrusting harder and faster. I moaned, my head thrown back in pleasure.
I cried out as I came, my body trembling with pleasure. Nick followed soon after, his body shuddering with his own release. He collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy. I snuggled up against him, feeling content.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Nick looked down at me, his eyes full of affection. "Anytime," he replied, his voice low and soothing.
I knew that things would never be the same between us again. But in that moment, as I lay in Nick's arms, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my sprained ankle. It had brought us together in a way that nothing else could have but it was time to heal since I needed Nick but also to be on the team.
While he adjusted the crutches to match my height, ensuring they were just right for me to use on the way home, his voice was quiet and low, filling the space between us. "What made you want to become a cheerleader in the first place?" he asked, his tone gentle but curious, as if he genuinely wanted to understand what had driven me to this point.
"I think it was probably just the excitement and energy of it all. It felt like something that was completely out of my comfort zone since I wanted to be a doctor. It was a chance to step outside of myself and try something completely different, daring and dangerous."
Nick nods, his blue eyes alight with interest and curiosity. "I can definitely see that. Cheerleading is a lot more intense and challenging than most people realize. It takes a lot of skill, strength, and determination to be able to do what you do."
Exactly seven days later, as we step onto the gym floor, I can feel the fear and anxiety bubbling up inside me. My teammates are watching with their worried expressions, but I refuse to let them down again. I've worked too hard to prove myself.
"Okay, Hailey, let's start with some light stretching," Coach Karen says, her voice calm and steady as she guides me through gentle exercises, but my mind is racing ahead, already thinking about the more intense moves I want to try.
"How's that ankle feeling?" she asks, her eyes flicking down to my wrapped ankle.
"A little tight, but I'll manage," I reply through gritted teeth, determination fueling my words. My heart is pounding in my chest, each beat echoing the pressure I'm putting on myself.
"You're doing great but just remember to breathe" she encourages, her voice a soft anchor in the storm of my nerves.
The stretching helps loosen my muscles, but it's not enough to calm the whirlwind inside me. I glance over at Nick, who's standing by the sidelines, his arms crossed as he watches me closely. I can still feel him inside me.
I take a deep breath and push off from the mat, attempting a more intense cheerleading move. My body reacts instinctively, muscles remembering the countless hours of practice. For a moment, everything feels right, I'm in control, I'm strong, I'm Hailey.
But as I land, a sharp twinge shoots through my sprained ankle. I wobble slightly but catch myself, gritting my teeth against the pain. I can hear gasps from my teammates, feel their concern like a weight on my shoulders, but I push through. I need to finish this. I have to show them and Nick that I'm ready for cheer camp.
"Hailey, slow down," Coach Karen calls, her voice laced with concern, but I can't stop now. I try another move, pushing my ankle to its limit. This time, the pain is more than just a twinge; it's a stab, hot and insistent like possible ligament damages, but I refuse to let it show. My vision blurs slightly, and I realize I'm holding my breath.
When I finally stop, my heart is pounding, and I'm breathing hard. My ankle is throbbing, a steady, painful reminder of its limits, but I've made my point. I look up, meeting Nick's eyes across the gym. There's a mix of emotions on his face of concern, but also something that looks like admiration.
I hobble slightly as I walk back to my spot, my ankle protesting every step. My teammates are still watching, their concern palpable, but I keep my head high. I did what I set out to do, even if it wasn't perfect.
As Nick approaches, I brace myself for the lecture I know is coming, but there's something in his eyes that makes me pause. It's not just concern; it's love. And that, more than anything, makes me feel like I've done the right thing even though it's between throbbing in my sprained ankle.
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 4 to come
K
Thursday, September 5, 2024
Wednesday, September 4, 2024
Cheer, crutches and love chapter 2
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 2
Nick gently placed his hand on my injured ankle, his touch warm and reassuring. He reached into his kit and pulled out an ace bandage, unrolling it carefully. His fingers were steady and sure as he began wrapping the bandage around my ankle, starting just above the arch of my foot. He worked with a practised ease, pulling the bandage snugly but not too tight, making sure each layer overlapped the previous one just enough to provide support.
He continued wrapping, moving upward with precision. The bandage felt so nice on my ankle like a protective cocoon, the pressure soothing against the swelling. His hands and his focus entirely on making sure my ankle was properly supported. When he reached the top, just below my calf, he secured the bandage with metal clips, ensuring it would stay in place.
"There," he said softly, finally looking up from my ankle and leg, at me again. "That should help with the swelling and keep your ankle stable. But you need to stay off it as much as possible for the next few days, okay?"
"It feels good," The pressure was soothing against the swelling, and I couldn't help but feel a little thrill with his hands on my long leg.
He gave me crutches and I made my way slowly back to my dorm room, my mind already racing ahead to our next session. I couldn't wait to feel his hands on me again, maybe next time exploring the rest of my body with the same care and attention he'd given to my ankle.
As I lay in bed that night, I started rubbing my sprained ankle and the ace bandages feeling nice and warm against my skin. My mind wandered to Nick, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like...
"Mmm, Nick," I whispered to myself, my fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. "I can't wait to feel you inside me." OMG I sounded like a teenage girl...stop that.
But in my mind his fingers explored every inch of my body. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure as he started touching me in other ways, his fingers caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure.
He undressed me slowly, his body pressed against mine, my sprained ankle pushing against him. I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure and pain. I pushed 2 fingers inside me...
Moving in and out faster. I moaned again, my body trembling with pleasure. I felt the heat building inside me, my body aching for release. With one hand on my sprained ankle and the other fingers inside me I had the most incredible release. I cried out, my body trembling with pleasure.
Despite the nagging pain in my ankle, I found myself feeling more alive than I had in quite some time. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a strange sense of comfort and security wash over me. It was as if simply knowing that Nick was out there somewhere, ready and waiting to help me through whatever challenges lay ahead, was enough to make me feel as if I could conquer the world even with a bad ankle.
And it was that thought that ultimately took me into a deep and restful slumber.
The next few weeks passed by in a blur of classes, cheerleading practice, and physical therapy sessions. Despite the constant demands on my time and energy, I found myself better than I had been in quite some time even if my ankle was taking a long time to heal. As I limped into the physical therapy room, I caught sight of Nick waiting for me.
"How's that ankle feeling today?"
"Much better thanks."
"Well, I'm glad to hear it. But remember, we still have a long way to go before you're back to 100 percent."
"I know," I agreed, licking my lip slightly in anticipation. There was something about the way he took charge of the situation that just seemed to have a profound effect on me. It was as if he could sense my vulnerability and knew exactly how to handle it.
"Thanks, Nick," I said, offering him a small smile. "I appreciate your support."
"You're welcome, Hailey," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine.
The next morning when I woke I knew It was the day of our first official cheerleading practice and excitement was coursing through my veins. Despite my injury and the fact that secretly I was still using crutches when away from school because of the constant pain in my ankle, I was determined to prove to myself and to everyone else that I was not going to let this setback define me.
That was the competitive athlete in me and not the future doctor talking.
As I got ready that morning, I felt a pang of insecurity, my ankle was still swollen and throbbing beneath the confines of my air cast that I spent the night in. But as I looked at myself in the mirror, I reminded myself of all the reasons why I had fallen in love with cheerleading in the first place. It was a sport that demanded strength, perseverance, and an unwavering commitment to excellence, qualities that I knew I possessed in spades.
With this thought in mind, I removed my air cast, left my crutches against the wall and limped my way to the gym where our practice was scheduled to take place. As I entered the room, I could feel the eyes of my teammates on me, but rather than feeling self-conscious, I was determined not to show them and forced myself not to show any sign of pain.
Nick was already there waiting for me when I arrived, and as always, his mere presence seemed to have a calming effect on me. He had his usual stoic expression on his face, but I could sense the concern in his eyes as he looked at my lower leg and ankle.
"How are you feeling today?"
"I'm okay," I replied, trying my best to hide the pain that was currently coursing through my ankle and kept walking past him. "I'm just ready to get back out there on the mat."
Nick nodded, but I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wasn't entirely convinced by my response.
"Alright," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "Just remember to take things slow at first, okay? You don't want to risk doing any further damage to your ankle. Don't make me regret this...letting you practise...I could stop you...You know"
I nodded in agreement, but I felt excitement course through my body. There was something about the challenge of returning to competition that just seemed to ignite a fiery passion within me, a passion that I knew was only going to grow stronger with each passing day but also a passion that sometimes was misplaced.
As the other girls warmed up you could feel the unspoken rivalry among the girls on our squad, a rivalry that was only going to intensify as we continued to push ourselves harder and harder in pursuit of our shared goal.
I felt the pressure and tension mounting, I was focused on the task at hand. I knew that if I was going to be successful in returning to competition, I was going to need to give it everything I had both physically and mentally and that despite an injured ankle.
"Okay, everyone," Coach Johnson called out as she entered the room, "Let's get started with today's practice."
I was really focused on the task at hand but with every step that I took, I could feel the pain in my ankle growing more intense, but I refused to let it get the better of me.
"Okay, Hailey," Coach Johnson called out as she approached me, her voice filled with concern. "Why don't we take a little break and give your ankle a chance to rest?"
I nodded in agreement, though disappointment coursed through me. I knew that giving my ankle time to heal was necessary if I wanted any chance of returning to official competition, but it still stung.
With Nick's help, I carefully limped into his office, leaning on him for support. Every step sent a dull ache through my ankle, but having him by my side made it bearable. His expression was serious yet warm, a mix of concern and determination that somehow put me at ease.
Once inside, Nick guided me to a table, helping me sit down as I gingerly elevated my injured ankle. I winced slightly as I settled on the table.
I let out a soft unexpected moan as his fingers traced a path up my calf, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I had never felt so turned on sexually by something so simple before. Maybe it was the way he looked at me with those intense blue eyes, or the way his hands moved with such confidence and care. Whatever it was, I couldn't deny the heat building between my legs.
"Let's take a look at that ankle," he said, kneeling in front of me, almost... A perfect position...Between my long legs...
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 3 to come
K
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