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Cheer, crutches and love chapter 7
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 7
Two months later, I found myself back at the hospital, ready to have my long pink cast removed and replaced with a shorter one. It was a milestone in my recovery, signalling the start of a new chapter. As I waited, still on crutches but soon able to start putting weight on my leg when I got my new cast, I was nervous and excited.
Nick noticed me smiling and staring at him and gently asked, "What's on your mind?"
"I was just thinking about how, from the moment we met, you were the most amazing man I'd ever known," I confessed, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "You were so confident, yet so compassionate. I knew right then that I wanted to get to know you better."
"And look at us now," Nick said with a warm smile, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. "We're getting married this summer, and we're going to face whatever life throws at us together. There's nothing that could make me happier."
"Hailey, it's great to see you again," The doctor greeted me warmly, shaking my hand. His kind smile was reassuring as we sat down to discuss the next steps.
"Thank you." Today was the day my long pink cast would be removed, and I'd be fitted with a short leg cast, a significant milestone in my recovery. The thought of finally being able to put some weight on my leg, even just a little was fantastic. Nick was by my side, he squeezed my hand gently.
The sound of the cast saw, buzzing to life sent a jolt through me, while the Dr. carefully began to cut through the fiberglass, the vibrations tickling my skin underneath. I watched as the cast slowly split open, revealing my poor leg beneath, pale, thinner than I remembered, but there it was partially free.
As the cast came off completely, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of vulnerability after months in its cocoon. My leg, once toned and strong, now looked fragile and weak. But this was progress, and I reminded myself of that as the doctor examined my leg and Nick stared at my exposed ankle again remembering wrapping rolls of ace bandages around it..
"You're healing nicely. The muscle tone will come back with time and physical therapy. But now, let's get you fitted with your new cast."
The nurse brought over the materials for the short leg cast, and I watched as he expertly wrapped the fresh layers around my lower leg, leaving my knee free this time. The white cast was lighter, shorter, and while it still restricted me, it felt like a step toward freedom.
Once the cast was set, the nurse placed a special cast shoe over my foot, securing it snugly. It was a strange feeling, bending my knee, even if my lower leg was still encased in fiberglass.
"You're going to start putting some weight on your leg now, but only a little, and always with your crutches. Take it slow, and listen to your body and Nick. It's going to feel strange at first, but it's important to start building up your strength."
I nodded, absorbing his words. "I'll be careful."
Nick helped me off the table, and as I stood on my crutches, I tentatively let my injured leg touch the ground. The sensation was very strange. It was both foreign and familiar at the same time. It's hard to explain but if any of you reading have been in a cast before you know that amazing feeling. There was no pain, just an odd pressure, as if my leg was waking up from a long sleep.
"You're doing great, one step at a time."
I took a deep breath and slowly applied a bit more weight, the cast shoe providing stability. It wasn't much, but it was a start. I could feel the muscles in my leg protesting, unused to the effort, but I was determined. This was my first step toward recovery, and I was ready to take it.
As we left the clinic, the cool air hit my face, and I couldn't help but smile. It felt like the beginning of something new, something promising. With Nick by my side and my crutches in hand, I knew I could face whatever came next. The road to recovery was still long, but for the first time in months, I felt like I was truly moving forward.
Back at home, I decided to surprise Nick. This was very unnatural for me but I felt amazing. I slowly made my way to the bedroom partly limping on my cast shoe, shedding my clothes piece by piece. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a sexy, confident woman, despite my broken leg, cast and crutches. I was ready to seduce my fiancé.
"Nick?" I called out, my voice sultry.
He appeared in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in my striptease. I could see the desire in his gaze, and I knew I had him. I beckoned him closer, and he came, wrapping his arms around me.
"Hello, beautiful, don't put too much weight on that sexy injured ankle of mine" he murmured, nibbling my earlobe.
I moaned, leaning into him. "I can't wait for that small cast to be off and feel your lips and fingers on my injured ankle...I want you, Nick. Nowwww."
He didn't need any more encouragement. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as he carefully picked me up, I dropped my crutches and he laid me on the bed. His hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
"You're so beautiful, Hailey," he whispered, full of desire.
His hands were all over my large breasts, and I gasped as he began to explore lower between my legs. I was already wet, ready for him. He teased me, his fingers dancing around my clitoris, and I moaned, begging for more.
"Please, Nick," I begged, my voice needy.
He chuckled, his breath warm against my ear. "Patience, my love. It's like your ankle, you need to slow down..."
Finally, he gave me what I wanted, his penis plunging inside me. I cried out, my back arching off the bed. He set a steady rhythm, and I met him thrust for thrust. It wasn't long before I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
"I'm so close!" I gasped, my breath coming in short pants.
He increased his pace, sending me spiralling over the edge. I cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't stop, drawing out my orgasm until I was limp and satisfied.
"You're amazing," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to my lips, one hand on my cast. I smiled, my eyes heavy with satisfaction. "So are you."
Over the next few weeks, we spent countless hours working on my strength and partial mobility, and with each passing session, I could feel myself growing stronger the closer I got to February 12 when I was losing this short leg cast.
Each session brought me closer to regaining my strength and mobility, but there was also a subtle danger lurking beneath the surface. As the date for my cast removal approached, I became increasingly eager to push myself. The thought of finally being free of the short leg cast was tantalizing, almost intoxicating.
I started to test my limits, putting more weight on my ankle than Dr. Turner had advised. I told myself it was progress, that it was all part of the healing process, but deep down, I knew I was rushing things. It's all a drug...cheer competition...power...sexiness... and physical, sexual pain...
Nick noticed, of course. He always noticed. One afternoon, as we sat on the couch after another exhausting training session with my cast on his lap, he gently touched my toes, his fingers brushing over the cast.
"Hailey, you're pushing yourself too hard, you need to be careful. The last thing we want is for you to re-injure yourself."
But we both knew better...I...
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 8 to come
K
Friday, September 13, 2024
Thursday, September 12, 2024
Cheer, crutches and love chapter 6
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 6
"Thank you for your help," I whispered, feeling a warm glow from the connection we shared. As I spoke, I shifted my leg so that my cast brushed against his, a gentle and intentional move that didn't go unnoticed. The brief contact of that same ankle he loved to caress and wrap added an extra layer of intimacy, and I saw a flicker of awareness in his eyes, a silent acknowledgement of the bond between us.
With a reassuring nod, Nick led me inside, where the hostess greeted us with a polite smile. Her eyes briefly flickered to my pink cast and exposed toes and I swear I saw her lick her lips, but she quickly looked away, trying to maintain her professionalism. As she turned to guide us to our table, I noticed her limping badly, her steps uneven and cautious.
Nick, always attentive, couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"
The hostess paused, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. "Oh, I'm fine," she said with a shy smile. "I sprained my ankle last weekend while dancing with my girlfriend. It's just a little sore."
As she spoke, I caught a glimpse of an ace bandage wrapped tightly around her ankle, visible beneath the sheer black pantyhose she wore. She continued to limp slightly as she led us to our table. The restaurant was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight creating shadows that danced along the walls. A gentle melody played in the background, blending seamlessly with the quiet murmur of conversations, enveloping us in a cozy and intimate atmosphere.
We reached our table, a small, secluded corner booth. Nick pulled out a chair for me, and I carefully lowered myself onto it, resting my crutches against the wall. My casted leg extended awkwardly under the table, and I shifted slightly to find a comfortable position.
He sat across from me, his eyes warm but alternating between me and the sprained ankle of our hostess. "You're handling all of this so well, Hailey. I know it can't be easy." I smiled, feeling a surge of affection for him, reaching across the table to take his hand in mine. His touch was gentle, I felt calm wash over me.
The evening passed in a blur of laughter, good food, and easy conversation. For a while, I almost forgot about the long cast on my leg, about the injury that had turned my life upside down. All that mattered was the connection I felt with Nick, the way he made me feel beautiful and cared for despite everything.
As we finished our meal and prepared to leave, Nick once again helped me on my good foot. He was by my side as I navigated the restaurant on my crutches. Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing, a perfect contrast to the warmth building between us. Nick led me to the car, and as we paused under the soft glow of a nearby streetlamp.
Without a second thought, I leaned into Nick, pressing my body against his. Our eyes locked, and the tension between us snapped as our lips met in a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as our tongues entwined, deepening the kiss with an urgency that left us both breathless.
When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads rested against each other, both of us catching our breath. Out of nowhere, the words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. "Nick, were you sexually attracted to my sprained ankle before I broke it?"
The question hung in the air, charged with the intensity of the moment, as I stood there on my crutches.
"Let's get you home and I will tell you all about my sexual attractions"
We walked into my bedroom, I was feeling confident and sexy in my black dress. I had taken extra care with my appearance tonight. Nick's eyes met mine, and I could see the desire in his gaze. He looked at me like I was the last woman in the room, and it made me feel powerful. I walked over to him, leaning on my crutches, and pressed my body against his.
"Nick, you need to answer, were you sexually attracted to my sprained ankle before I broke my leg and ankle?" I asked again, I wanted to know. Nick looked at my long pink cast for a moment, then his eyes searched for mine.
"I'll be honest with you, I've always been attracted to you, from the moment I met you. But I have to admit, there was something about your sprained ankle that caught my attention. It made you vulnerable, and it made me want to take care of you. I have a wild fetish, attractions to sprained ankle"
I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. "So, you have a thing for injured women?" I asked, my voice low and seductive, my breasts slowly rubbing against him.
"No, I have a thing for you," Nick said, his voice firm. "And I think you were extremely sexy with your sprained ankle wrapped in ace bandages leaning on your crutches but... you are also incredibly sexy with your strong leg trapped and protected in that long pink cast. It's like you're this strong, powerful woman who's also vulnerable and feminine. I love it."
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my body. "I'm glad you think so, because I want you, Nick. I want you to undress me and make love to me right now."
His eyes blazing with desire. His hands reached for my face. He leaned in, kissing me deeply, and I could feel the heat building between us, his hands on my waist as he guided me to my bed. He helped me out of my dress, his eyes roving over my body,my eyes, my breasts...
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing a path from my neck to my breasts teasing my hard nipples.
I moaned as he touched me, my body responding to his touch. "I want you," I said, my voice breathless.
Nick undressed, his eyes never leaving mine. He was beautiful, with his toned body and muscular arms. I could see the desire in his gaze, and it made me feel wanted. He climbed into bed next to me, his hand on my broken leg. "I love your cast," he said, his fingers tracing a pattern on the pink fibre.
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my body. "I'm glad you like it, but I prefer this" I said, my hand reaching for his hard penis.
He moaned as I touched him, his hips thrusting forward. I leaned in, kissing him deeply as I stroked him. He responded, his hands on my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples.
"I want you inside me," I said, my voice breathless.
Nick didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself between my cast and leg, his penis at my entrance. He looked at me, his eyes filled with desire. I moaned as he entered me, my body responding to him. He moved slowly at first, his hips thrusting forward as he filled me.
"Yes, Nick, yes," I said, my voice breathless.
He picked up the pace, his hips thrusting faster as he drove into me. I moaned, my body responding to his touch. I wrapped my one leg around him, pulling him closer. "Fuck me harder, deeper ".
Nick responded, his hips thrusting forward with an urgency that left me breathless. I moaned, as he took me to the edge.
"I'm so close,"
His fingers found my clitoris, his touch sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body trembling as I came. Nick followed me, his hips thrusting forward as he came inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy.
"That was amazing," he said, his voice low.
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my body. "Yes, it was," I said, my voice being breathless.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, before Nick rolled off me. He pulled me close, his arms around me as we drifted off to sleep.
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 7 to come
K
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