Tuesday, September 17, 2024
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Cheer, crutches and love chapter 8
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 8
"Hailey, you're pushing yourself too hard, you need to be careful. The last thing we want is for you to re-injure yourself."
I sighed and smiled at him remembering him wrapping my sprained ankle. "I know, but I'm just so tired of being stuck like this. I want to walk on my own again, without crutches, without a cast. I miss feeling normal."
"I get that," he replied, his tone gentle. "But you have to give it time. You're healing, but it's a process. Don't rush it."
There was a pause, and I caught the way his gaze lingered on my cast, a flicker of something in his eyes, something conflicted. He had always been so supportive, so understanding, yet I could sense there was more beneath the surface.
"Nick," I began hesitantly, "is there something on your mind?"
He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "It's just... I don't know how to explain it," he finally said, his voice low. "Seeing you like this, on crutches, with your ankle wrapped in ace bandages or in a cast... I've been having these strange feelings. Part of me is worried about you, about you pushing too hard, but there's also this other part of me that... I don't know, it's confusing"
I looked at him, sensing a confirmation, "Confusing how?"
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's like... seeing you vulnerable like this, it makes me want to protect you, to take care of you. But at the same time, there's this... very intense sexual attraction, I guess, that I wasn't expecting. There is something about you being on crutches, with your ankle injured... it's like I can't stop thinking how desirable you are with your knee bent walking on crutches"
I looked at Nick, surprised by his confession. I had noticed something about how he felt about me, I could see the truth in his words. I felt a stirring in my chest, a warmth that spread through my body. I realized that I felt the same way about him.
"I know what you mean," I said softly, sliding my cast along his lap, noticing the hardness beneath his pants. Nick's breath hitched as I moved my cast against him, his eyes darkening with desire. "Hailey, you tease, what are you doing?"
"I'm showing you that it's ok to have sexual or fetish attraction, I want you so much."
Nick's hands went to my hips, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his muscles beneath his clothes. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his, feeling the electric spark that passed between us. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. I could feel the hardness of his penis pressing against my thigh, and I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Nick's hands went to my cast just like he did my ace bandages before. "Are you sure about this?"
I nodded, biting my lip. "Yes."
We undressed each other slowly, our hands trembling with desire. I could see the lust in his eyes as he looked at me, his body covering mine. I could feel the heat of his skin, the weight of him pressing down on me. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hand went between my legs, his fingers sliding inside me. I moaned, arching my back, my hips bucking against his hand. He rubbed my clitoris, his fingers moving in slow circles.
Nick positioned himself at my entrance, his penis hard and ready. He pushed inside me, slowly at first. I could feel every inch of him, filling me up, stretching me out. I moaned, my hips bucking against him.
He started to move, his hips thrusting against mine. I wrapped my cast this time around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me.
"Hailey, be careful" he murmured,
"Nick, please. Don't worry." I moaned.
He complied, his hips thrusting harder and faster. I could feel the tension building inside me, my orgasm just out of reach then I felt my orgasm, my muscles tensing and he exploded inside me.
A few weeks later, my cast was off, and my lower leg and ankle were now wrapped in layers of ace bandages. Though I was still on crutches, I was finally able to partly bear weight on my leg, taking slow, careful steps. It was a relief, both physically and emotionally, to feel like I was finally getting back to myself.
"Good morning, beautiful," Nick murmured sleepily as he rolled over to face me, his fingers lightly brushing my injured ankle. His touch, gentle and intimate, sent a familiar shiver in my lower leg and ankle.
"Good morning, It's hard to believe that just a few months ago, I felt so overwhelmed by everything, my injury, long leg cast, the crutches, feeling so disconnected. And now..."
"And now you have me," Nick finished with a smile, his voice full of affection.
Later that morning, Nick helped me get ready for our trip to visit my parents. It was the first time they would see me since I had shed the cast, and though I was still using crutches, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I was healing, slowly but surely.
He stood by my side as I crutched toward the car, steady and patient as always. The drive was peaceful, and as we pulled up to my parents' house, a familiar wave of nostalgia washed over me. The house, with its wraparound porch and carefully manicured garden, had always been a place of comfort.
"Are you ready?" Nick asked as he helped me out of the car, his hand gently resting on my lower back.
"Yeah," I nodded, adjusting my grip on the crutches and taking a deep breath. "I am."
My mom was the first to greet us, rushing out the front door with a look of concern and relief.
"Oh, sweetheart, it's so good to see you!" she exclaimed, her eyes flickering to the bandages on my leg. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm doing much better, Mom," I reassured her with a smile. "The cast is off, and I can put weight on it now."
She hugged me carefully, her arms warm and comforting. "I'm so proud of you, Hailey. You've been through so much, but you've handled it all with such grace."
As we sat down for lunch, the conversation flowed easily, the atmosphere light and filled with laughter. Nick and my dad talked sports, while my mom fussed over me, making sure I was comfortable. It felt good to be surrounded by family, to be reminded that I wasn't going through this journey alone. At one point, as I shifted in my chair, my mom glanced at my bandaged leg.
"You're being careful, right? Not pushing too much?" she asked, her brow furrowed with motherly concern.
"Yes, Mom," I laughed. "I'm following all of Dr. Turner's instructions. Nick's been keeping an eye on me too."
On the drive back, I couldn't shake the memory of my mom's words from earlier. Her voice echoed in my head, filled with that familiar motherly concern: "You're being careful, right? Not pushing too much?"
I had laughed it off at the time, smiling to reassure her. "Yes, Mom. I'm following all of Dr. Turner's instructions. Nick's been keeping an eye on me too." But now, as the countryside blurred past the car windows, the reality hit me harder than I cared to admit.
The truth was, I wasn't being as careful as I let on.
Sure, I was doing my rehab exercises and crutching around the house as I was supposed to. But in the back of my mind, the clock was ticking. Time was running out, and soon, I'd need to be back on the field, training with my team. My ankle had to be ready, there were no other options.
I shifted in my seat, adjusting my bandaged leg, feeling the familiar ache in my ankle that came with overdoing it. I tried to ignore it, tried to push it down like I'd been doing for weeks.I glanced over at Nick, his hands steady on the wheel as he navigated the quiet roads back home. He had been amazing through all of this, patient and supportive in ways I hadn't expected. But even he didn't fully understand the pressure I was feeling, my need to get back in shape, to prove to myself and everyone else that I could still compete at the highest level.
I didn't just want to make the final competition. I had to. I needed it more than anything, before I could retire from cheerleading. The thought of sitting out, watching from the sidelines, was unbearable. I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling up inside me.
I'd worked too hard, come too far, to let this injury stop me now.
I wouldn't let it.
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 9 to come
K
Sunday, September 15, 2024
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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
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