Friday, January 10, 2025
Thursday, January 9, 2025
Say it isn't so chapter 5
Say it isn't so
Chapter 5
After last night, something shifted. I wasn't going to let the cast define me as awkward. Instead, I adjusted my wardrobe to highlight what I still had: my elegance, my confidence, my allure. My style was my armor, and if the cast was going to stay, it would fit into my world, not the other way around.
The next morning, I stood in front of my closet, determined to look as polished and captivating as ever. I chose a fitted navy-blue dress with a daring side slit that allowed my cast room to breathe without sacrificing style. Its tailored lines hugged my figure perfectly, emphasizing my feminine shapes. I paired it with a crisp white blouse underneath, the sharp collar peeking out from the neckline, giving a sophisticated edge.
For my shoe, I slipped on a sleek black stiletto with a pointed toe, its height giving me a sense of balance against the overwhelming weight of the cast on my left leg. My crutches were no longer just tools of necessity; I saw them as part of my look. Their metallic sheen caught the light, harmonizing with the subtle shimmer of my silver jewelry, small hoop earrings and a delicate bracelet on my wrist.
As I styled my hair into a loose, elegant chignon, I couldn't help but think about Vanessa. Her confidence, her charm, and the way she had looked at me last night, those lingering glances that seemed to see beyond my injury. My cheeks flushed at the memory of her playfully striding on my crutches, her red sole flashing with every step.
I finished with a touch of makeup including red lipstick, I took a deep breath, ready to face the office and, perhaps, Vanessa's gaze once more.
The AI project consumed every waking hour, demanding the sharpest focus and quickest moves, even with my injury. Crutching between meetings became a rhythm I embraced, each step purposeful despite the ache in my arms and the weight of the long cast. I wouldn't let it slow me down; exhaustion became a price I paid gladly for fulfillment of my dream.
As I prepared for my next meeting, I stood at the edge of the hallway, adjusting my crutches. The rubber pads were firm under my palms, and I moved them slightly forward before planting them on the polished marble floor. The sound of the rubber tips meeting the smooth surface echoed softly. I shifted my weight, balancing on my good one. My dress moved with me, the slit swaying gently to reveal the bold contrast of my sleek black pump and the bright red cast that stretched from mid-thigh to toe.
The hallway felt longer than usual as I made my way toward the elevator. Each movement of the crutches had to be deliberate, a step forward, a pause to shift balance, then the next. The rhythmic clink of my crutches against the floor followed me, a quiet reminder of the new cadence my life had taken.
Reaching the elevator, I pressed the button with the end of one crutch, a skill I'd perfected over the past weeks. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and I crutched inside, grateful for a moment to catch my breath. Alone in the mirrored enclosure, I turned slightly, catching my reflection from every angle.
The woman staring back at me was fierce and unyielding. My cast was a glaring red slash against the neutral elegance of my navy-blue dress, but instead of looking out of place, it commanded attention. My hair, neatly pinned into a chignon, framed my face, and my bold red lipstick mirrored the fiery hue of the cast. The silver accents of my jewelry and crutches glinted under the elevator lights, completing a picture of resilience and poise.
For a moment, I let myself pause. The mirrors didn't just reflect the physical, they mirrored the determination that carried me through every hallway, every step, every moment. A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Yes, the pressure was immense, but so was my resolve.
The chime signalled my floor, and the elevator doors slid open. I adjusted my grip on the crutches, steadying myself as I stepped into the bustling corridor. Work waited ahead, but the thoughts circling my mind weren't about deadlines or presentations, they were about the two people who had become central to my life in vastly different ways.
Julian's presence lingered like a shadow. He had grown distant, his discomfort with my "situation" well my broken leg was more apparent every day. "I just hate seeing you struggle," he had said once, his voice heavy with sympathy that felt more like a burden than support. I nodded, not knowing how to respond to something so well-meaning yet so dismissive of my strength. His glances toward my cast seemed to carry a weight of pity, and while I appreciated his concern, it made me feel small, like my injury had stolen a part of me he couldn't reconcile.
Vanessa, however, was a completely different story. She was vibrant, magnetic, and completely at ease with my situation. She had a way of making my crutches feel like accessories, not limitations. One day, over coffee, she leaned in close, kissing my cheek, her lips into a playful smile.
"We should bedazzle those crutches of yours," she joked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I couldn't help but laugh, the sound breaking through the tension I hadn't realized I was carrying.
"I'm not 16 years old..."
While Julian's discomfort created a distance I didn't know how to bridge, Vanessa's lightheartedness brought us closer. She wasn't afraid to touch the cast, to acknowledge it without making it awkward. Once, she traced her finger along the edge, her touch soft but deliberate, as if she saw the cast as a part of me rather than an obstruction.
During lunch in the office cafeteria, Julian had sat across from me, his eyes darting between my face and my crutches propped against the chair. "Are you sure you should be pushing yourself so hard?" he asked, concerned.
Before I could answer, Vanessa approached us, her bold red dress flowing effortlessly as usual, but this time, she was limping noticeably. Her right foot was secured in a sleek black medical boot, and she moved carefully, wincing slightly with each step. Despite her obvious discomfort, she carried herself with the same confident allure, her stride somehow magnetic even with the limp.
Sliding into the seat next to me, she let out a soft breath, adjusting her boot beneath the table.
"She's doing just fine," Vanessa said with a wink in my direction, completely brushing off Julian's sombre tone. Her eyes flicked to my crutches, a playful grin tugging at her lips as she reached for them. Turning one over in her hands, she smirked.
"These babies have character. They just need a little sparkle to match their owner. Maybe I'll borrow them for my next meeting," she teased, gesturing toward her boot.
The humour in her voice was infectious, and I couldn't help but laugh. Even Julian's lips twitched at her boldness, though his gaze lingered on her lovely legs with a mix of concern and confusion. Vanessa, however, didn't seem to notice, or care. Instead, she tilted her head toward me, her boot resting lightly against my cast beneath the table, as if it was a silent show of camaraderie.
I laughed, Julian, however, seemed even more withdrawn, his brows furrowing as he watched her.
The contrast between them couldn't have been starker. Julian's protectiveness felt suffocating, while Vanessa's support was uplifting. One made me feel fragile; the other made me feel powerful.
As the day stretched on, I couldn't stop thinking about the dynamic between the three of us. Julian, with his quiet discomfort and unspoken longing, and Vanessa, with her unapologetic confidence and effortless charm. Both of them cared in their own ways, but only one made me feel like myself.
The challenge ahead wasn't just about work or navigating life on crutches, it was about figuring out who I wanted by my side as I did it.
Say it isn't so
Chapter 6 to come
Beca
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Tuesday, January 7, 2025
Say it isn't so chapter 4
Say it isn't so
Chapter 4
She caught my eye and smiled...
Her full lips painted the same striking shade as her dress. Her dark hair was swept to one side in loose, effortless waves, and her makeup was understated but impeccable. There was something mesmerizing about her; she exuded confidence in a way that seemed to pull everyone in the room toward her orbit including me, a very straight woman.
But it was Vanessa that walked toward me, her gaze lingering on my red cast. As I balanced on my crutches, I noticed her eyes staring at me, not with pity but with genuine curiosity and something else I couldn't quite name yet.
She sat beside me, her voice soft but self-assured. "You're handling this broken leg so gracefully," she said, her smile warm and genuine.
"Thank you"
I could feel my cheeks flush as her words settled over me. She looked at me again, and this time, I saw myself through her eyes. My sharp black dress hugged my whole body, accentuating my breasts, caressing my hips. The smooth, unyielding line of my cast while bent at the knee added a striking contrast, yet oddly alluring.
But in a way it was the single black high heel pump on my good foot, sleek and commanding, that anchored the look, turning me into a vision of sensuality. I wasn't just surviving; I was captivating, sexy... NO I was daydreaming.
Unlike Julian, Vanessa didn't seem awkward or uncomfortable. She seemed... intrigued. Even attracted.
"How are you managing?" she asked, leaning in slightly.
I smiled, for the first time in what felt like days. "Better than I first expected, honestly. I'm getting the hang of these," I said, gesturing to my crutches.
Her gaze softened, and she chuckled. "You know, I badly broke my ankle in college. A clumsy trip down some stairs in 5 inch heels, almost drunk," she admitted, rolling her eyes at her younger self.
"I still limp a little when I'm tired, but it's a part of me now." She said lifting her right leg and that's when I noticed a very long scar along her ankle. I was intrigued and for a brief second I wanted to touch it, feel it.
I laughed with her, the sound light and unguarded. In that moment, Vanessa didn't just make me feel seen; she made me feel understood. And for the first time since the accident, I felt a spark of something I hadn't felt in a long time...Sexiness and attractions.
Back at home on the couch, my cast resting on a tower of pillows, I couldn't stop thinking about Vanessa. The memory of her grabbing my crutches played over and over in my mind. She hadn't just held them, she owned them. With an effortless grace, she slipped them under her arms and took a few playful steps, her right leg bent at the knee as if mimicking my non-weight-bearing stance.
Her red dress clung to her figure as she moved, and the flash of the crimson sole of her high heel as it hovered above the ground was breathtakingly perfect. Every step she took on my crutches seemed deliberate, as though she knew exactly how captivating she looked. Her confidence was magnetic, her laughter light and teasing, but there was something else in her gaze when she looked at me, a spark that felt charged with meaning.
I sat there, watching her, spellbound and unsure what to make of the moment. Back at home now, her attention left me both flattered and confused. Was she just being playful? Or was there something more in the way her eyes lingered on me and my broken leg, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she returned the crutches to me?
I was resting on the couch, my long cast from almost my hip to my midfoot was on pillows. The dull ache was a constant reminder of my immobility, but it was the itching that drove me mad. She had been checking in on me for the last few nights, her calls changing, getting more and more personal in nature.
"You know, I've always had a thing for ladies in leg cast," she casually mentioned one evening, her voice low.
"There's something about vulnerability, helplessness..."
"Really?" I replied,. "And what do you do with that vulnerability?"
She laughed that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, I'd start by running my fingers over your long red cast, feeling the contours of your shapely leg miss vice president. Then, I'd move my hands up your thigh..."
I was excited, my breath coming in short gasps even if I had never done anything like that on the phone before. "And then?" I managed to ask while caressing my breasts, my hard nipples.
"Then, I'd move my hands between your cast and healthy leg," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I'd tease you, until you're begging me to slide my fingers inside you."
I could barely think straight. "And what would you do then?"
"Then, I'd kiss you," she said, her voice dripping with desire. "I'd suck your clitoris until you come, until you're screaming my name."
I couldn't take it anymore. "Vanessa, come over," I moaned. "Please."
She arrived an hour later, her eyes dark with desire and to tease me she was leaning on crutches, her knee bent and medical boot on her foot and lower leg. She dropped her crutches and knelt beside me, her fingers tracing the cast on my leg. "It's so long and slim," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.
I smiled. "It's just a cast, Vanessa."
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with mischief. "Just a cast, huh? Let me show you how much fun a cast can be while we have sex."
She began at my exposed toes, kissing and licking them. Then her long fingers were tracing the cast, moving slowly upwards. I watched her, my heart pounding in my chest. When she reached my thigh, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. I swear she wanted a cast again.
"Can I touch you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I nodded totally out of control. She moved her hand between my legs, her fingers sliding in. I groaned, my hips bucking upwards.
"Yes," I hissed.
She pleased me, her fingers moving in and out. I watched her, "Vanessa," I groaned. "Please." She smiled, her eyes filled with mischief. I hissed in a breath.
"Vanessa.."
She smiled, her eyes filled with desire. "Oh, yes," she said. She stood up on her medical boot, her hands going to her shirt. She pulled it off, revealing her bare breasts. She unbuttoned her jeans skirt, her hips swaying as she shimmied out of it. She was bare underneath.
Say it isn't so
Chapter 5 to come
Beca