Falling in Love...Again chapter 6

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 6
2024

The next morning, I couldn't shake the memory of Avery, her laugh and her touch. Seeing her again after all these years had reopened a door I thought was sealed shut, and I couldn't stop myself from walking through it. A few days later, I found myself standing outside her house, coffee in hand and nerves buzzing with my heart pounding like a teenager on a first date.

When she opened the door, she was wearing a loose sweater and black leggings with a running shoe on her one foot. Her cast was just as striking as before, sleek and black, with a cosy grey wool sock pulled over the lower portion.

"You're spoiling me already," she teased, nodding at the coffee in my hand. "Come on in before the neighbours start wondering what you're doing on my porch."

Her home was warm and inviting, filled with little touches of her personality. A guitar leaned in the corner, and framed photos lined the shelves, some of her punk band days, others more recent, including some of her with a younger woman both smiling.

"I see you've still got your rebellious streak," I said, gesturing to the photos.

She laughed, a sound that instantly put me at ease. "Some things never change."

We settled into her small living room, sipping coffee and talking about everything and nothing. It felt easy, natural, like no time had passed at all. But as the conversation deepened, the weight of our shared history began to creep in.

"Do you remember that Millennium Night?" I asked, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

Her eyes sparkled as she leaned back, cradling her mug. "How could I forget? You were the one who kept me upright most of the night. My broken leg wasn't as easy to deal with as I made it look, you know."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You made it look effortless. Like you could take on the world, even with a broken leg."

Her smile softened, and for a moment, the air between us felt heavy with unspoken words. "I had a lot of good memories back then," she said quietly. "And you... you were a big part of them and some changed my life."

The warmth in her voice stirred something in me. "You know, I never forgot about you," I admitted.

She met my gaze, her expression unreadable. "I never forgot you, either, trust me."

The moment hung in the air, charged with possibility. Just then, her phone buzzed on the table, breaking the spell. She glanced at it and sighed.

"Work," she said before realizing that it was a very bad lie since it was Saturday, setting the mug down and reaching for her crutches. "But... How about dinner tomorrow? My treat this time."

I stood, taking a step closer to her. "I'd like that."

Driving away, I couldn't stop smiling. Avery had a way of pulling me back into her orbit, and this time, I wasn't about to let her slip away and yet I wondered who was calling her?

The next evening, I arrived at the restaurant a little early, nerves twisting in my stomach. I couldn't help but replay our conversation from the day before, the warmth in her voice when she said she hadn't forgotten me.

Avery entered the room like she owned it, balancing effortlessly on her crutches. Tonight, she wore a lovely dress. The hem stopped just below her knee, revealing the black cast with her toes fully exposed and her strong right leg. She paired it with a single stiletto heel pump on her good foot, a bold choice that somehow seemed normal for Avery.

"You look amazing," I said, standing to pull out her chair.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she teased, flashing a grin as she kissed my lips, sat down and propped her crutches against the table.

"So, you mentioned yesterday that you're teaching now?"

Her eyes lit up. "Yeah, high school English and theatre. It's a good gig. I get to introduce kids to all the classics, Shakespeare, Austen, even some modern stuff. Sometimes I'll sneak in a little poetry to throw them off."

"I can see it," I said, smiling. "You always had a way with words. Do your students know about your punk band days?"

She laughed, a soft blush creeping into her cheeks. "A few of them found some old videos online. They think it's hilarious that their teacher used to scream into a microphone and jump off amps. I tell them it was all part of my research."

"You mean you're not still doing it?" I joked.

"Not exactly, teaching takes a lot out of me, but it's rewarding. And, well..." She gestured toward her cast. "Life has its curve balls. This isn't my first rodeo with crutches and cast."

I wanted to press her, to ask what she meant by that, but the look in her eyes stopped me. There was a vulnerability there, something she wasn't ready to share yet.

"You make it look easy,"

"Thanks, but it's not. You just learn to adapt. That's life, isn't it?"

There it was again, that hint of something deeper beneath her words. But before I could gather the courage to ask, the waiter returned with our check, breaking the moment.

As we stood to leave, she leaned on her crutches and gave me a playful look. "You're quiet tonight, Miles. Got something on your mind?"

"Just trying to keep up with you."

She laughed, her cast inches off the floor as she moved toward the door. "Good luck with that."

As she glanced back over her shoulder and caught my eye, her smile told me she wasn't in a hurry either. This connection we'd found again was fragile, delicate, and I wasn't about to risk shattering it.

The night was winding down, and we found ourselves sitting on the patio of a small, cozy café. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain, and the soft glow of string lights overhead made the moment feel almost surreal. Avery was relaxed, leaning back in her chair, her crutches propped beside her. Her broken leg rested comfortably on an empty chair, her exposed toes painted red catching the light.

"Thanks for tonight," She smiled, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her coffee cup.

"Can I ask you something?" I ventured, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Sure," she said, tilting her head in curiosity.

"It's about your cast," I said, careful to keep my tone light. "You've mentioned that crutches and casts aren't new for you, but you've never said how it happened. I remember in 1999 but what's the story and is it only your second time on crutches?"

Avery's lips curved into a knowing smile, one that sent a flicker of intrigue through me.

"You've been wondering about that all night, haven't you?" Avery asked, her voice low and teasing, her lips curving into a sly smile that sent a shiver down my spine.

I laughed, a little sheepishly, caught off guard by her perceptiveness. "Guilty"

She raised an eyebrow, looking at her cast with her toes bare and vulnerable to the cool air. Her gaze flicked back to me, daring me to make a move.

Without overthinking, I leaned down, letting my hand hover for a moment before it gently cradled the edge of her cast. My fingers traced exposed toes. Slowly, I caressed the cast on her foot, my thumb brushing over her toes in an unhurried, deliberate motion.

Her breath accelerated slightly, her playful demeanour softening as her eyes followed my movements.

"Didn't think you'd actually..." she murmured, her voice almost moaning.

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Falling in Love...Again chapter 5

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 5
1999 (The Millennium party)

The anticipation was unbearable. The new millennium was hours away, and I had one thing on my mind, well two things...the crashing of all computers at midnight and lovely Avery. Word had it she was going to the big Y2K party at the local hall, and I was determined to see her again. To impress her. I dug out my best button-up shirt, a sleek black number that I hoped screamed "effortlessly cool," and paired it with dark jeans and polished boots. Not too formal, not too casual, just right for someone hoping to catch her eye.

When I arrived, the party was already in full swing. Neon lights flashed in time with the bass-heavy music, and the crowd buzzed with a mix of excitement and nervous jokes about the world ending when the clock struck midnight. My eyes scanned the room, searching for her, and then I saw her.

Sweet Jesus, sexy Avery.

She was 18 but she could have been 22. She was impossible to miss. Her hair was now dyed a brilliant shade of red matching her leg cast. It framed her face in edgy layers that somehow managed to look wild and perfectly styled at the same time. She wore a short and black leather skirt that hugged her curves, paired with a red blouse that partly revealed her toned stomach and perfect firm and round breasts.

One long, black leather boot on her good leg, while her broken leg was still in a bright red full-leg cast. She'd dressed the cast up, of course, tiny black ribbons criss crossed over it, turning the injury into an accessory, a statement.

She leaned casually on her crutches, as she animatedly chatted with a group of friends. Even with the full red cast on her left leg she moved with confidence, while keeping all her weight off it. She shifted effortlessly on her crutches, the cast seemingly a part of her fiery, unapologetic presence rather than a hindrance. Each hop was deliberate yet graceful, a blend of in your face defiance and charm.

My heart thudded as I approached, captivated by how she transformed something limiting into another facet of her magnetic personality.

"Avery!" I called over the dance music track from Lime, that group from Montreal called Babe, We're Gonna Love Tonight.

She turned, her face lighting up when she saw me. "Miles!" she shouted back, her smile as vibrant as her hair. "You made it!"

She moved toward me with ease, her crutches clicking rhythmically against the floor. She didn't walk so much as glide, each motion smooth and effortless, as if the crutches were an extension of her punk-rock persona.

We talked, laughed, and caught up like no time had passed since our last meeting. She was electric, her energy infectious. When the music shifted to a fast-paced punk track, Avery didn't hesitate.

"Come on," she said, grabbing my hand.

"What?" I laughed, startled. "You're going to dance like this?"

"Of course," she shot back, rolling her eyes. "I'm not letting a stupid broken leg ruin my night with you. It's just a few broken bones"

She swung herself into the middle of the floor, moving her crutches with the kind of flair that made her the centre of attention. The crowd cheered her on as she hopped to the beat, her leather skirt swishing with each movement. Her red cast caught the light, making it look like part of her outfit rather than an injury.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, off her strong right leg. She was a dream, a vision of some kind.

A slow song drifted through the air "A man and a woman", soft and intimate, creating a pocket of quiet amidst the chaos of the party. Avery caught my gaze, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Without a word, she let go her crutches aside.

With a small, confident hop, she closed the distance between us. Her hands rested lightly on my shoulders as she shifted her weight, her good leg steady while her broken one extended gracefully. She positioned herself so her casted leg nestled between mine, the smooth surface of the red cast brushing against my thigh.

She leaned into me, her breasts pressing close, her warmth tangible. Her balance was effortless, even with the cast, as if leaning on me had always been second nature. Her scent, a mix of something uniquely hers, filled the air between us.

Our eyes met, and the world seemed to pause. Slowly, I slid my arms around her waist, steadying her as she tilted her face up toward mine. The moment stretched, electric, until she closed the gap easily being so tall, her lips brushing mine in a soft, spontaneous kiss.

It was magical but like everything with Avery, it was gentle at first, then deepening as she leaned into me, her fingers threading through the hair at the back of my neck. The cast between us didn't create distance, even with my full erection; it pulled us closer, a reminder of her resilience and fiery spirit. I held her tightly, feeling her melt against me as the music wrapped us in its melody.

The night felt endless, yet somehow, it passed in a blink. The warmth of her kiss still lingered on my lips as the countdown to midnight faded into the early hours of the new millennium. Avery was a force, her laughter, her hair, the bright red cast that didn't slow her down for a second. She drew people in, and I was no exception.

I wanted her so bad.

After our kiss, we stayed close, her arm looped around my neck as I helped her navigate the party. She moved with her usual boldness, leaning on me for support, her crutches often forgotten. At times, I'd catch her glancing my way, her expression softening in a way that made my heart race.

By the time the party began winding down, most of the guests had drifted away. The buzz of celebration was replaced by a quieter, more reflective energy. We found a spot on a worn leather couch, tucked away from the remnants of the crowd. Her cast stretched across a coffee table, the shiny black sock over her toes catching the faint light.

"I don't want this night to end," I admitted, my hand resting lightly on her leg, just above the cast.

She smiled, her head tilting to rest on my shoulder. "Me neither. But, you know, life has a way of pulling us in different directions."

Her words felt like a warning, though her tone was gentle. I turned to face her, searching her eyes. "Then let's make a promise, no matter where life takes us, we find our way back to this."

She lifted her pinky, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "A pinky promise, huh? That's serious business."

I linked mine with hers. "Dead serious."

We lingered for a while longer, stealing moments that felt like they belonged only to us. But as the first hints of dawn began to creep in, reality caught up. I helped her to her crutches, steadying her as she stood.

Outside, the air was crisp, and the world felt impossibly quiet. I walked her to the car waiting to take her home, every step feeling heavier than the last. She turned to face me before getting in, her expression unreadable.

"Thanks for tonight," she said softly. "It was... perfect."

I leaned down, brushing a kiss against her cheek. "Not goodbye, okay? Just... see you later."

She nodded, a flicker of something I couldn't quite place crossing her face. But as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, life's unpredictable current swept us in opposite directions.

The memory of that night, though, remained bright and unshakable. It was a promise, a beacon in the back of my mind, and no matter how much time passed, I never stopped believing we'd find our way back to each other.

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Clip 690 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC part 1

Falling in Love...Again chapter 4

Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 4
2024

I leaned in, capturing her mouth with mine, feeling her melt into me. Her arms tightened around my neck as our kiss deepened, becoming a passionate, urgent exchange that left us both breathless.

"Can you lock the door?" Was her only request.

My hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves of her hips, the softness of her breasts. She moaned softly into my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I lifted her on the bathroom vanity like a did years ago.

Her dress was hiked up, revealing her sexy long legs. I trailed my hand along, feeling her hard cast beneath my touch. "I'm so sorry you broke your leg" She shivered, her eyes locked onto mine.

I unbuttoned her dress, revealing the lacy black bra that partly covered her breasts. I kissed her neck, my teeth grazing her skin as I made my way down to her collarbone. She arched her back, her broken limb against my leg, her breath coming in short gasps.

I unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. They were full and firm, her nipples already hard and so erected pleading for my attention. I took one into my mouth, sucking and nibbling until she was writhing beneath me.

"You taste so good," I murmured, moving to the other breast.

She moaned, her hands threading through my hair.

I kissed my way down her body, my hands exploring every inch of her. I reached the hem of her dress, pulling it up further to reveal her black tights. I ran my fingers along the cast again, then up, feeling the heat of her through the fabric.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband, pulling them down to reveal more. She was already so wet, her lips glistening with desire. I ran my finger along her vagina, feeling her shudder beneath me.

"You're so wet, you want this, don't you?"

"I need this," she gasped. "Oh, God, yes."

She undid my pants, freeing my penis. It was hard and throbbing in her hand, ready for her. I positioned myself at her entrance, looking into her eyes as I slowly pushed inside.

She moaned, her nails digging into my back.

I started to move, my hips thrusting against hers. She met my rhythm, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. I could feel her tightening around me, her moans growing louder. My thrusts become more forceful. She cried out, her body trembling with each stroke. I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around my penis.

"Don't stop."

I didn't. I kept up the pace, my own pleasure building with hers. I could feel the tension in my body, the need for release growing with each thrust. With a cry, her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on me as she came. The sensation sent me over the edge, my own orgasm ripping through me. I thrust into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum.

Seconds later I remembered one evening many years ago...

We walked into the pub, I followed her on her crutches, her left leg was in a long and heavy red cast, the foot portion of the cast was covered in a red wool sock. We settled into a secluded booth, the perfect spot for catching up without distractions. Avery's crutches were neatly placed beside her, and she seemed comfortable with her broken leg on my lap, her presence both familiar and intriguingly new to me.

Intriguing because we were both 18 but I had never been with a girl in a cast.

"So, what's next after graduation?" I began, eager to dive into anything to distract from my raging erection under her cast.

She smiled, "I can't decide between college and art school."

I nodded, smiling. "Yeah, it's hard to choose, what if you can't decide what will you do?"

Avery leaned back, her eyes distant for a moment rubbing her crutches before she focused on me again. "Maybe take a gap year. Travel a bit, try different jobs, and eventually find my way back to art or teaching."

"You know, I never thought I'd find myself here, with you, like this." She gestured to her cast.

I raised an eyebrow, "Like what? With your leg in a cast or with me?"

She laughed, a soft sound that warmed my insides. "Both, I guess. I've never really been the damsel in distress type so breaking my leg in 3 places, cast and crutches were not in my life plan."

I grinned, "Well, maybe it's time you embraced it. Besides, I kind of like the challenge." I leaned in, our faces inches apart. "After watching you on that stage Avery...I'm sure you don;t need anybody taking care of you."

Her breath hitched, her eyes closed briefly like she had a secret to tell me. "Take care of me, huh? That sounds... intriguing. Ever had a girlfriend in a cast of any kind?"

I reached out, gently tucking a strand of her pink hair behind her ear. "No but you could be the first."

She nodded, a small smile playing on her sensual lips. "Sounds like a plan." She moved her cast slightly, rubbing against my hard penis.

We ordered beers, the atmosphere between us charged with a sexual electric tension like I had never felt before. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, the way her lips curved when she laughed, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her poor broken leg, cast and crutches.

I was in serious trouble when she moved closer, my hand was on her broken leg. "I want to make you feel better. I want to take care of you in every way possible."

She leaned in, pressing her lips to mine. I responded instantly, my lips parting to allow her tongue entry. The kiss was slow and sensual, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths.

As we pulled away, Avery's eyes were glazed with lust and sensual desire.

"Miles...I need to tell you something" she whispered, her voice laced with need.And...I was back in the car in 2024. Despite the ease of our conversation, one thing kept nagging at me, Avery's broken leg. It wasn't just the visible evidence of her injury; it was the way she seamlessly integrated it into her life, using her crutches with such nonchalance. My curiosity was piqued, but I decided to tread carefully.

"So, how did you break your leg? It is your leg and not your ankle right?" I asked casually, trying to keep the conversation light.

She glanced down at her cast, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

"Oh, you know, typical Avery but I think I already told you right?"

I nodded, though the simplicity of her answer didn't quite satisfy my curiosity. There was something more beneath the surface, something she wasn't fully disclosing. I wanted to press further, to understand the full story behind her injury, but the moment felt too intimate, too vulnerable.

Instead, I shifted the topic back to safer ground. "Have you ever considered getting back on stage?"

Avery smiled, her confidence undiminished. "Wouldn't that be absolutely wild? To be back on stage with crutches and a cast on my leg like the first time we met."

The night wasn't ready to let go of me yet, and neither was she, it seemed. As Avery turned to say goodbye, her crutches tucked neatly under her arms, I leaned in, unable to resist. Gently, I placed a soft kiss on her lips, letting my lips linger just enough to make the moment last. Her eyes sparkled, and she tilted her head toward me, her voice low and warm.

"Thank you, for an incredible night."

Then, with a graceful shift, she adjusted her crutches and began to make her way up the short pathway to her front door. I stood there, completely transfixed.

The click of her stiletto boot against the stone path was sharp but steady, contrasting beautifully with the rhythmic tap of her crutches. The cast, sleek and smooth, peeked out from beneath the hem of her dress. She moved with such practised ease that it seemed almost choreographed, her hips swaying ever so slightly with each measured step. The sway of her dress and the curve of her silhouette caught the porch light in a way that made my breath hitch.

As she reached the door, she turned back for a final glance. "Goodnight, Miles," she called softly, her voice carrying a warmth that settled into my chest.

"Goodnight, Avery,"

I watched as she opened the door, her movements fluid despite her crutches. She stepped inside, her figure framed in the soft glow of her hallway light, and then the door closed with a gentle click. I stood there for a moment longer, I couldn't stop picturing her, the vibrant and sexy woman who had walked back into my life on crutches and stilettos, leaving me with more questions and an undeniable craving for whatever came next.

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Falling in Love...Again chapter 3

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 3
2024

Driving Avery home that night left me with a whirlwind of emotions. As I navigated the quiet streets, the city lights blurred past, but my mind was fixated on her. There was an undeniable pull, a sense that meeting her again wasn't just a random chance, it felt like unfinished business.

I couldn't shake the nagging thought that Avery might be "the one" who got away, the one who slipped through my fingers all those years ago.

Back in high school, we were inseparable in our own chaotic way. We shared dreams, late-night conversations, and the kind of connection that felt both intense and fleeting. Seeing her now, so vibrant and unapologetically herself, reignited memories I thought I'd neatly tucked away.

Maybe it was the way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, or the effortless way she commanded attention despite her broken leg. Whatever it was, I knew I needed to explore this feeling before it slipped away again. A week later, I found myself suggesting another meeting. "How about dinner tonight? There's a new restaurant downtown that just opened, and I heard good things about it."

Avery agreed with a smile that sent a thrill through me, and by the time I arrived to pick her up, I could feel the anticipation building. When she stepped out with her left knee bent, I was stunned, she looked beyond incredible. She wore a sleek, fitted black dress that hugged just right, with a hem that hit just above her knees. Her left leg was still in the black cast that extended below her knee and over her cast and right leg, she wore a pair of black tights that smoothed over her broken leg, blending it seamlessly into the rest of her outfit.

On her right foot and leg, she wore a LOUBOUTIN Kate Calfskin Red Sole Stiletto Knee Boot that matched the elegance of her look, giving her a confident, balanced stance. She had draped a black leather jacket over her shoulders, adding just the right touch of edginess to the whole look.

Her hair was styled in loose waves, with a few strands dyed a deep shade of pink that caught the light just so, giving her an unmistakable touch of rebellion. As I looked closer, I realized it was no accident, she'd dyed it to remind me of our high school days, that same daring streak she used to wear back then. It was subtle, but knowing she'd done it made me feel like she'd carried a part of our past with her, just as I had.

She leaned easily on her crutches, as if they were an extension of her, exuding an effortless confidence that made the cast seem like a deliberate, stylish accessory. The moment I saw her, a wave of admiration hit me again. Avery had a way of turning anything, even a cast, into something captivating and sexy.

"You look amazing"

I leaned in, giving her a quick, warm kiss on the cheek. She smiled, holding my gaze a little longer than expected, so I went in to greet her on the other cheek. But just as I leaned close, she tilted her face, catching me completely off guard. Her lips brushed mine in a soft, unexpected kiss. For a split second, everything around us faded. Her lips lingered on mine just long enough to send my heart racing, then she pulled back, a playful spark in her green eyes.

"Still full of surprises, aren't you?" I murmured, half in shock, half in awe.

She shrugged, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I thought you might remember I've always been that way. Let's not keep the restaurant waiting. Besides, I'm starving."

We made our way to the car, and as I helped her into the passenger seat, I admired her grace. Despite the cast, she moved with an elegance that was almost effortless. As we drove to the restaurant, conversation flowed easily between us, filled with laughter and shared memories.

Dinner was everything I'd hoped for and more. The food was exquisite, sure, but it was Avery's presence that truly made the evening unforgettable. She had this way about her, a blend of confidence and grace, that kept me hanging on every word. As we talked and laughed.

...Then she leaned in closer, and in one smooth, elegant motion...
...The kind of move only a woman like Avery could pull off...
...She lifted her hard cast and rested it gently on my thigh...

I think I stopped breathing when the soft fabric of her tights over her cast brushed against my leg, and I felt an unexpected warmth spread through me with her exposed toes inches from my erected penis . She settled in, her eyes sparkling with that playful sexual intensity that seemed to dance in the candlelight, daring me to keep up with her quick wit and stories. I was completely captivated, barely aware of anything or anybody else around us.

As the evening wore on, I found myself losing control towards her. The way her pink-streaked hair caught the light, the confident tilt of her head, the softness of her full lips, everything about her was captivating. By the time we finished dessert, I was barely able to contain my desire for her.

I watched her, her eyes meeting mine over the rim of her wine glass. The air between us was charged with electricity. I set my glass down and leaned in closer to her cast and her toes were now rubbing my penis, my hand reaching up to tuck a strand of pink hair behind her ear.

Her breath hitched, and she leaned into my touch. "I've been waiting for you to do that all night," she murmured.

I smiled, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "Have you? What else have you been waiting for me to do?"

"I wanted you to kiss me... to touch me. I wanted..." she said.

I cut off her words with a kiss, my mouth capturing hers in a fiery passion. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck. Our kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a desperate dance until she said.

"Follow me,"

Avery gave me a knowing smile and reached for her crutches, slipping her hands into place with a practised ease. She adjusted herself and then began to make her way toward the ladies' room, her hips swaying gently with each step, balanced perfectly as she moved with that unique rhythm crutches bring.

I couldn't help but follow her, captivated by the view. The delicate curve of her waist, the way her dress hugged her figure, and the soft sway of her hips as she balanced on one foot was mesmerising. Each step she took was confident and steady, her knee bent, her clean cast carefully inches from the floor while the stiletto heel of her boot clicked lightly. She looked over her shoulder at me, a sly smile tugging at her lips, and I quickened my pace, feeling that undeniable pull.

As she reached the door she paused, her eyes meeting mine in a silent invitation.

Once inside, Avery paused, smiling and licking her lips teasing me like I'd come to know so well years ago. Without a word, I stepped closer, gently taking her crutches from her hands and setting them aside. She leaned back slightly, steadying herself against the wall, her cast off the floor with no weight on it. Her hands drifted up to my shoulders, and I felt her pull me closer, her touch warm and inviting.

I wrapped my arms around her, supporting her as she relaxed into my hold. There was a vulnerability in the way she looked up at me, mixed with the same fire I'd seen in her eyes all evening. She bit her lip, her gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips, silently daring me to close the space between us again.

And this time, I didn't hesitate.

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Falling in Love....Again chapter 2

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 2
December 1999.

The night was cold, but inside the grungy little venue, the place was alive, buzzing with warmth and energy. I'd gone with a couple of friends, not expecting much, just another Friday night out drinking beer, another band filling the background with noise. This band was different, an all girls punk band.

But when she took the stage, everything shifted. They told me the name of the tall lead singer dress all black was Avery. She had this magnetic presence, dressed in torn fishnets, a faded Supertramp, Crime of the Century tee-shirt hanging off one shoulder, and a mess of hair streaked with a flash of pink and purple.

But it was her left leg that really stood out. It was trapped or I should say protected in a full leg cast, a striking, fire-engine red from her thigh down to her foot, propped up on one of the band speakers while she leaned forward to the mic. Most people would have looked uncomfortable, out of place. But not her. She sat there like she owned the stage, her eyes sharp, her voice edgy and raw, pouring every bit of herself into each song.

I could barely take my eyes off her. Her long legs, her deep green eyes, her sweet lips and breasts. The cast only seemed to amplify her defiance, like a dare to the world: Yeah, I'm here, injured with possibly multiple broken bones, and I'm still going to make this show unforgettable.

And she did. Every word, every line was filled with this raw, unrestrained energy that electrified the entire room. Halfway through the song, she gripped the microphone stand with one hand and, without warning, rose onto her one good leg. She balanced there, holding herself steady with the mic stand, lifting her long cast slightly in front of her, revealing she couldn't put even the slightest weight on her broken leg. It was clearly a really bad break.

But that didn't slow her down. She was fearless, hopping to the beat, her cast swinging as she sang, throwing herself into every verse with that bold, punk-rock edge. It was as if the bright red cast wasn't a limitation but part of her performance, part of her defiance. She moved with the mic stand in sync, keeping herself upright and steady while throwing herself into every lyric, every line, as if to prove that nothing, not even a freshly broken leg, could hold her back.

The small crowd roared very loud, feeding off her energy, but I was transfixed. It was her mix of vulnerability, sensual beauty and power, balancing on one leg, cast and her crutches on the stage floor, barely slowing her down, that made her unstoppable. In that moment, she was unforgettable, unlike anyone or anything I'd ever seen.

"What's her name again...I yelled to my friend.

The show ended too soon, leaving me with a head full of her voice and that unforgettable image of her on stage. My friends were ready to leave, but I wasn't about to go anywhere. Heart pounding, I made my way through the growing crowd, feeling half foolish, half desperate, not even sure what I'd say if I reached her.

She was at the bar, resting her heavy cast on a bar stool, sipping something dark and strong with a smirk on her face like she knew everyone in the room was sneaking glances her way and she didn't mind at all.

Up close, she was even more striking. The bright red cast seemed almost surreal, clashing against the dim lights, impossible to ignore.

Before I could overthink it, I cleared my throat and took a step closer.

"Hey," I managed, trying to sound casual. "That was... incredible. I don't think I've ever heard anyone like you."

Avery turned, giving me a quick once-over with a raised eyebrow. I half-expected her to dismiss me with a wave since she was in an all girls band so possibly a lesbian... but instead, she smiled, almost shy, a spark of intrigue lighting her eyes.

"Thanks. Not bad for a girl with not one but two spiral fractures in her leg?"

I laughed, feeling the ice break a little. "I'd say the cast just adds to the whole look. Makes you look... unstoppable Miss."

She chuckled, sliding her long black nails up along her cast so damn slowly. I wondered how high she would go up her leg ...between her leg and the red cast...Against her panties?... I was...

"Well, I might be slowed down and on one leg and crutches, but unstoppable? I'll take that thank you."

She lifted her glass in a mock toast. "Don't let broken bones ruin the fun."

I clicked my own drink against hers, feeling a rush of confidence, and we kept talking, laughing. That night, in that dim, smoky bar, Avery had me completely under her spell, and I knew that something unforgettable had just begun.

After a while, she shifted on the bar stool, casting a quick look at her crutches leaning against the counter. Without missing a beat, I stood up, extending a hand to help her down. She took it, her fingers soft but strong in mine, and with my other hand, I grabbed her crutches.

She let her weight settle onto me as she carefully eased off the stool, her broken leg hovering just above the floor, and I couldn't help but notice how gracefully she managed it all.

We made our way through the crowd until we found a quieter corner with a small table. Once she settled, crutches set beside her, Avery leaned back, tucking a loose strand of pink-highlighted hair behind her ear. Her green eyes had that mischievous gleam, even as she shifted her cast to a comfortable spot.

"So," I started, still trying to sound casual, though my heart was racing. "What's next for you after this? College? Big plans?...Let me guess you want to be an Orthopaedic doctor?"

She smiled, took a sip from her glass, considering the question. "You know me so well after 18 minutes...No, art school," she said, her voice softening a little. "Maybe somewhere far from here, someplace that actually feels like it's going somewhere. But then... who knows?" She shrugged, glancing down at her cast, tapping her fingers against the surface..

"This little incident may have thrown a wrench in things, but hey... it's just a broken leg."

"Just a broken leg, huh?" I grinned, shaking my head. "You make it seem like no big deal on that stage."

She laughed, a sound that cut right through the noise around us.

"What can I say? You just can't let anything ruin your fun. Besides, maybe it'll make for a good story one day."

She asked me about my plans, and I found myself talking more than I usually would, telling her about the colleges I'd been looking at, how I wanted to study engineering and maybe get out of this small town. But all the while, I couldn't help but get caught up in her, in her world, her wild ideas, her dreams of running off to art school, of creating something unforgettable.

It was like she was painting a picture of a life I hadn't considered, one that was messy and uncertain but also alive in a way that felt magnetic. Somewhere between her laughter and her perfect smile, she glanced at me, her eyes bright, her expression more serious.

"You know, Miles... sometimes I think about just leaving all of this behind. Hopping on a train or something and just... keep going."

"And where would you go?" I asked, leaning in, genuinely curious.

"Anywhere," she said, a touch of wistfulness in her voice. "Anywhere that isn't here." She grabbed my hand and traced my fingers along the edge of her cast, lost in thought, so sensual.

"Sometimes I think that's what I really want. Not a plan, just... freedom. Something that feels real."

I felt a pang in my chest, realizing then that this girl, with her cast, her crutches, and her fierce spirit, wasn't just talking about getting away. She was talking about breaking free in a way I'd never considered. It made me see her in a new light, not just as the girl I'd met tonight for the first time, but as someone who, in some strange way, understood things I hadn't even thought to question.

For the rest of the night, we kept talking, diving deep into our dreams, fears, and those wild, impossible ideas that only seemed to surface in moments like this. And by the end, as the bar began to empty and the night grew quiet, I knew one thing for sure: this was no ordinary night, and Avery was no ordinary girl.

After dropping Avery off at her home that night, I drove home with a mind spinning, replaying every laugh, every side-glance, every small detail of her. I could still see her cast in that striking red, her leg propped up with casual confidence inches from my own leg, as though it was just another statement of her rebellious streak. There was something about her moving gracefully on her crutches, something I couldn't shake.

While masturbating, my mind circled back to her face, the way she'd toss her hair back when she laughed. And that hard and long cast, it wasn't just an injury to her, it was almost like an accessory, part of her fearless personality, a statement. Cumming snapped me out of thoughts of her. It didn't even make sense to think about her so much; we'd only spent a few hours talking, but she'd left this wild, untamed impression that clung to me.

It was thrilling, scary and a little intimidating all at once.

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Falling in Love...Again chapter 1

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 1
2024

The story you are about to read is my story. I'm Miles, forty-four, a bit grayer than I'd like to admit, and currently trying to convince myself that a drive through my old hometown doesn't make me some sort of sentimental fool. I don't come back often, it's not that I've left my roots behind, but more like I'd settled into a rhythm away from here. Still, today, something drew me back to these familiar streets.

I hadn't planned to swing by the old high school, but something about taking the familiar route pulled me in. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe just a tug of nostalgia I couldn't shake. I passed the buildings and just as I was about to turn left, I noticed someone standing near the school's front steps on the sidewalk, she caught my eye and jolted me to a stop.

Could that really be Avery?

The woman was leaning on a pair of crutches, her left leg wrapped in a black cast that stopped about 2 inches below her knee. For a second, I just stared, piecing together the wild Avery I remembered from years ago with the lovely woman in front of me. She'd always had that fierce, untamed energy.

Seeing her after all this time was like stepping into a time warp. Avery had been my first and possibly only real love. She was the heartbeat of a small, scrappy all girls punk band back in the day. She was fierce, unapologetic, and could command a room from behind her microphone like no one else. She had spent countless nights practising in garages and playing in dingy bars, with her voice ringing out over guitars and drums.

And now, there she was again, tall, older and in full view. I pulled over, feeling the rush of old memories filling the car as I watched her walk casually and in control of her crutches. She swung the cast between them and then stopped, adjusting the strap of that battered leather bag she always carried like a backpack.. The same old bag.

OMG she hadn't changed and yet looked so different, so mature and attractive.

"Avery!" I called out, after rolling down my window, feeling my own grin spreading wider as she turned, catching my eye, her knee was bent and her broken limb inches from the sidewalk.

She paused for a second, squinting my way as if to make sure it was really me, and then her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile that told me she remembered, too. With a playful glint in her eye, she swung her hip slightly, the motion shifting her weight onto her good leg as she lifted a crutch to give me a lighthearted salute. The shift in her stance made her hips sway with an easy confidence, crutches and all, like she knew exactly how to keep my attention, how attractive she still was..

"Oh My God, is that really you Miles?" she said, her voice carrying the same tone I remembered so well.

Without thinking, I got out, crossing over to her. Even with her leg in a cast, she looked like herself: unbreakable, with that same boldness in her deep green eyes. As we started talking, the years that had stacked up between us seemed to melt away. She still had the same long black wavy hair, that spark, that defiant energy, even if the setting had changed.

"So," I said, glancing down at her cast, "what's the story here? Thought you retired from your daredevil phase."

Avery laughed, rolling her eyes. "Old habits die hard," she shrugged, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Fell off my horse when she was spooked, if you can believe it. Not very punk rock of me."

As we talked, it felt like we were back in high school, just two restless horny souls with nowhere to be and too much to say. It amazed me how some things never changed, especially Avery, tall, sexy, beautiful and standing there with that unyielding grin, black cast, crutches and all.

I watched her for a moment, debating whether or not to ask. But some things are too simple to overthink.

"Hey, what do you say to grabbing a coffee? There was a café around the corner that was very decent back then."

Avery tilted her head, her cast propped gently on top of her good foot. My gaze dropped, and I couldn't stop looking at the cozy sock covering the foot portion of her cast, a simple touch, but one that somehow made her look even more charming. The way the sock snugly hid her toes made me smile; I'd always had a weakness for that subtle hint of mystery, those perfectly hidden toes just out of sight. She caught me looking and raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

"What?" she teased, giving her cast and toes a little wiggle. "Didn't think I'd leave my toes out in the open, did you?"

I laughed, shrugging as I met her gaze. "What can I say? You've always had a way of keeping things interesting."

"Why not? Let's get a coffee" she replied, flashing that same perfect smile and those sensual full lips I remembered kissing all those years ago.

I walked over to her, glancing down at her crutches. "Here, let me help." Without waiting for her to protest, I took the crutches carefully from her hands and leaned them against the side of my car. Avery's brow lifted slightly, but she didn't say a word, just gave a small, knowing smile as I opened the passenger door.

She leaned her hand on my shoulder as she slid into the seat, moving so smoothly that it was like she'd done this a hundred's of times before. I admired the ease with which she navigated this broken leg, cast, crutches, and all. Once she was settled, I handed her the crutches, then closed the door and got into the driver's seat.

At the café, we found a quiet corner by the window, a warm glow from the afternoon sun filling the small space. She propped her crutches against the wall, and as we sat down, I noticed how naturally she'd adjusted to having her leg in a cast again, as if it were just another part of her... like an accessory.

Over coffee, we slipped into conversation effortlessly, picking up threads of the past and weaving in new stories from our separate lives. She told me about her job in the school as a theatre teacher and how she'd recently started painting again, a part of her I never knew about. She laughed about some of her old, reckless antics with the girls of the band, making me realize just how much I'd missed that infectious energy of hers.

It didn't take long to admit to myself that I'd never truly let her go. Sure, years had passed and life had gone in different directions, but something about Avery had always lingered in my mind, stubbornly unforgettable. Sitting here now, listening to her voice and watching the subtle gestures she made as she talked, felt like picking up a book I'd loved and rereading the best parts.

My eyes drifted to her cast and those perfectly protected little toes as she spoke. The black cast looked recent and wrapped securely around her injured leg, contrasting with her faded jeans and worn leather jacket. Earlier I found myself studying the way she leaned comfortably on her crutches or kept her cast off the floor without a second thought, her movements unbothered and unhurried.

She was in total control...Again...

She almost seemed happy with the whole thing, I know that sounds crazy to most but it was like it was just another quirk of hers, another part of the way she moved through life, breaking her leg every so many years.

It was... unusual, I'll admit. But also oddly alluring.

I'd seen people struggle with things like crutches or casts before, but Avery handled it all with such a nonchalance that it only added to her charm. She'd always had this fearless way about her, but this was something different. It was like she'd found a new way to be herself, and I couldn't help but be drawn to it.

Maybe in a previous life she was ...never-mind...

"You seem pretty comfortable with that cast," I said, nodding at her leg. "Doesn't slow you down at all, huh?"

She smirked, taking a sip of her coffee. "Not really," she replied, shrugging. "Guess I just rolled with the breaks all my life. Life's too short to let a few broken bones get in the way."

And as I watched her talk, my curiosity only deepened, my mind swirling with all the things I'd forgotten about her, about us, and the new things I was only just beginning to learn about her.

God I wanted to kiss those lips...

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Falling in love...Again teaser

 Falling in Love...Again

Teaser

I'm Miles Carrington and I never expected a blast from the past to stop me in my tracks. Heading back to my hometown, I'm cruising past the old high school when I see her. Can it be Avery Shields, tall, striking, and always so sexy.

Could it really be her? She looks almost the same as she did when we met all those years ago, right around Y2K. Back then, she was the rebellious lead singer of an all girls punk band. Now, she's a high school theatre teacher, still mysterious, sexy, and unforgettable. I thought I'd moved on, but Avery is more captivating than ever.

Little do I know, that this homecoming would reveal secrets that could change everything, change my life forever.

Miles

Beyond the Movie Script conclusion

 Beyond the Movie Script

Conclusion

The courtroom buzzed with tension as I rose from my seat, feeling the eyes of the room settle on me. Serena handed me my crutches, her hand lingering over my fingers as she ensured I was steady, giving me a reassuring smile. I took a breath, focusing on the click of the rubber tips of my crutches as they met the polished floor, each step measured and deliberate for my closing arguments.

I had chosen a tailored, dark charcoal pencil skirt, which hugged my hips and tapered just above the knee of my uninjured leg. The contrast of the sleek fabric against my gleaming white cast was striking, giving my presence a formal yet memorable intensity.

My blouse, a soft ivory silk with subtle pearl buttons, was tucked neatly into the high waist of the skirt, the gentle drape over my figure giving a polished elegance without being overpowering. The blouse's cuffs brushed delicately over my wrists, rolled just slightly to reveal the shimmer of a delicate bracelet Serena had gifted me.

Balancing on my good leg, I moved forward, taking each step with careful intention, my sexy cast hanging still, allowing the rigid length of my broken leg to show. Beneath the uninjured leg, a low Italian heel clicked in rhythm with the crutches, lending me a sense of poise that complemented the professionalism of my outfit.

With each phrase, I felt the weight shift, the courtroom observing my determined yet restrained approach. My shoulders held high, I focused ahead, hoping the jury saw not only the physical struggle but also the commitment behind each word.

We were called back 2 hours later, as we made our way to our table, the courtroom held its breath, everyone's attention fully locked onto us. Serena walked beside me, moving with her own graceful resolve on her crutches, while I matched her rhythm with my own. Her face was calm but her eyes held a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, mirroring the emotions bubbling inside me.

Serena had chosen a soft navy-blue dress, just above knee-length, its fitted shape complementing her figure. Her crutches gleamed in the light, supporting her with each step as she moved forward with poise, her broken leg slightly elevated.

I walked alongside her, my cast stretching down the length of my right leg. My skirt fell neatly over my good leg, and with each step, the hemline brushed against the top of my cast.

Finally, we reached the table, settling ourselves into our seats. Serena exhaled softly, her fingers resting over mine for a brief, grounding moment. There was something unspoken in her touch—a connection that had grown stronger with every phase of this trial.

The judge called for silence, and then the air stilled as he looked over the jury.

"On the sole count of criminal negligence..." the voice echoed through the room, the words slowly unfolding in the charged atmosphere.

"...we find in favour of the plaintiff."

Serena's grip on my hand tightened, her eyes wet. For a moment, she sat frozen, absorbing the weight of the words. The verdict had brought her the justice she had fought for and the closure she needed.

Our gazes met, and in that quiet, shared moment, I knew she saw the same gratitude and pride reflecting back at her. Today, we'd won together, and no cast or crutches could hold back the wave of victory that filled the room around us.

The air was thick with the weight of what was about to unfold, and I could feel Serena's excitement and anxiety pulsing beside me. We had already secured a monumental victory, but now we stood on the precipice of potentially even greater justice.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," the judge began, "you are now tasked with determining the amount of punitive damages to be awarded to Ms. Serena Matthews. This is intended to punish the defendants for their reckless behaviour and to deter such actions in the future."

The foreman stood, clearing his throat, and I held my breath, my heart racing as I exchanged a glance with Serena. Her eyes were wide with hope and trepidation.

"We, the jury, find that the defendants acted with wilful disregard for the safety of Ms. Matthews," he announced, his voice steady but filled with gravity. "We have decided to award Ms. Matthews the amount of One hundred and twenty million dollars in punitive damages."

A wave of emotion washed over the courtroom. Serena gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth as disbelief and joy intertwined on her face. The jurors exchanged glances, some nodding in agreement, as the weight of their decision settled in the room.

That sum not only represented financial compensation but also served as a powerful statement about the consequences of negligence. It felt as if the very foundations of the industry had shifted, and in that moment, the sense of vindication was palpable.

I turned to Serena, her eyes sparkling with tears of joy, and I couldn't help but smile, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what we had achieved together. This victory was not just hers; it was a testament to our resilience, a celebration of her strength and determination.

As the courtroom erupted into soft applause, I took her hand, squeezing it tightly. "We did it, Serena," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "You fought for this, and now it's yours."

She nodded, her expression a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. "I never thought...," she began, her voice trailing off as the realization of her triumph washed over her.

Together, we stood in that moment, a team forged through fire, ready to face whatever came next with the same unwavering spirit that had brought us here and I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter for both of us.

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Beyond the Movie Script chapter 9

 Beyond the Movie Script

Chapter 9

"I need you too," he said, his voice filled with a hint of threat. "But first, let's make sure you're ready."

I felt my breath catch as he knelt down in front of me with my cast on his shoulder. His hands removed my dress, slowly pulling it down, revealing my cast, my leg, my vagina...no panties. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized just how wet I was, just how ready I was for him.

"Mmm," he murmured, his eyes filled with desire as he looked at me. "You look so beautiful."

I felt my heart race as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out, licking my clitoris, making me gasp with pleasure. I felt my hips buck as he continued to lick me, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles, driving me wild with desire.

"Oh, god," I whispered, my hands moving to his hair, holding him in place. "That feels so good."

He smiled against my pussy, his tongue moving faster, harder, making me moan with pleasure. I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark command. "Come all over my tongue and lips Mistress Steffie."

I felt my body convulse as my orgasm hit me, my pussy clenching as I cried out in pleasure. I felt him continue to lick me, his tongue moving in and out, drawing out my orgasm, making it last as long as possible.

"That was...incredible." I murmured, my body still shaking as I came down from my high.

He smiled, "And we're just getting started," he said.

I felt my heart race as he forced me to stand up on my one leg and 5 inch heel, so unstable and dangerous. His hands moved to my waist, offering me help to balance gently, he was protecting my ankle from rolling and possibly breaking my ankle, tibia and fibula, falling from 5 inch heels. He kissed me, his tongue moving against mine, his hands rubbing my body.

"I want you to...let me go," I whispered. "I need you inside me when it rolls..."

He smiled, his eyes filled with something new. "I want you too," he said, "But first, let's make sure you're ready for all the possibilities..."

I felt my breath catch as he moved down my body, his hands moving to my thighs, spreading them apart. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he looked at me.

"Oh... please...Mmm," I murmured, his hand moving deep inside me, his fingers exploring it, making me moan with pleasure with my one leg shaking, one ankle ready to buckle over.

"You're so wet, shaking with your ankle getting weaker and weaker. If I let you go...that sexy cast of yours will be replaced by a medical cast on your other leg."

I nodded, my hips bucking as he continued to touch me, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, driving me wild with desire.

"Please," I whispered, with a hint of desperation. "I need you inside me...Before...."

He smiled. "Patience. We'll get there."

I felt my heart race like never before as he continued, his fingers moving in and out of me faster, making me moan with pleasure. I felt my second orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge while my ankle pleaded to buckle over.

"Come for me, you are mine...Come all over my fingers and I will let you go...."

I felt my body convulse as my orgasm hit me, my pussy clenching as I cried out in pleasure. I felt him continue to touch me inside, as I came down from my high. That was incredible but then...my heart pounded so fiercely that every beat seemed to send a shock through my one available long leg.

The pressure on my ankle was unbearable and my towering five-inch heel amplified the strain until it felt like my bones were screaming. My breath quickened, and just as he was going to pull me back to safety, I pushed him ever so slightly and my ankle gave out. I felt the sharp roll as my foot twisted sharply inward, sending a fiery jolt up my leg as my ankle finally snapped with a loud crack.

The pain was instant, electric, raw, and incredible and yet I fought to keep my balance, but gravity won. I toppled over, the fall seemed to stretch in slow motion as I hit the floor, helpless to control my body's descent with my other leg bent in the recreational black cast. The agony radiated from my broken ankle, sending a chill through me that was both dizzying and oddly exhilarating.

I lay there gasping, staring at my throbbing ankle as waves of pain pulsed through me. My shattered heel lay beside me, its once sleek line now broken like my bones. I closed my eyes...

The morning sun filtered through the office windows as I made my way to our boardroom to meet with Serena while adjusting to the crutches that supported my new, full-length white cast on my right leg. My left leg, free from its recreational cast, was now in a sleek black low-heeled shoe, making me feel somewhat balanced as I hobbled along, even if every movement reminded me of the incredible sex I had last night and the heavy new addition on my right leg.

As I entered, Serena's expression shifted instantly, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of my new cast. Her gaze drifted to the cast on my leg, stretching straight out in front of me.

"Stephanie," she said slowly, her voice a mix of surprise and a hint of amusement, "don't tell me... you went and changed the recreational cast from left leg to right?"

Lowering myself into a chair with careful precision, I managed a small laugh, feeling the strain and weight of the cast as I settled. "Well, if you can believe it," I began wondering how much I should share,

"I tried to balance on a 5 inch high heel, and things went south. My ankle just gave out, and here we are."

Serena gave a sympathetic shake of her head, her eyes sparkling with both concern and humour. "Five-inch heels, really? And now here you are with a whole new medical cast," she teased, leaning forward to get a closer look at my cast.

"You certainly have a way of keeping things interesting."

I chuckled, though a dull ache lingered as I shifted my leg. Serena reached over, her fingers brushing my new cast, tracing a line up toward my knee. Meeting her gaze, I gave a small nod, feeling her genuine concern settle in my chest.

"It's... a challenge," I admitted, the memory of Steve deep inside me, the fall and the painful snap of my ankle still fresh. Yet somehow, Serena's touch and attention made it seem a little less daunting.

Serena's hand lingered on my broken leg for a moment before she looked up, her expression gentle but steady.

"Just promise me no more high heels until you're fully healed, okay?"

As Serena looked at my cast, a different expression played across her face, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were seeing it, and me, in a new light. Her fingers lingered over the hard cast, tracing along the edges and down toward my broken bones with a gentleness that felt both comforting and...curious. I could sense a spark in her gaze, a quiet fascination taking root as she absorbed the sight of my leg immobilized, with my crutches beside me.

When she looked up, her eyes held something more than understanding. It was as though she were starting to see the cast, the crutches, and even the vulnerability of it all, with an unexpected beauty that hadn't occurred to her until now. There was a glint of admiration, maybe even attraction, flickering beneath her concern, a realization that this fragile state could hold a certain strength and elegance all its own.

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Beyond the Movie Script chapter 8

 Beyond the Movie Script

Chapter 8

The pre-trial meeting was anything but easy. The defence team threw every possible challenge at us, hoping to break our resolve. But for every argument they made, I countered with facts. Serena's presence, her calm but firm demeanour, was a constant reminder of why we were fighting this battle. Every time they downplayed the severity of the accident, I felt my anger rise, not only for Serena but for the blatant disregard for safety that had led to this mess in the first place.

I spoke with a fire in my voice, defending every point with confidence, motivated not just by my role as an attorney but by the growing protectiveness I felt for Serena. As the hours wore on, it became clear that the director's lawyers were rattled. They hadn't anticipated how prepared I'd be, and they certainly hadn't expected us to walk into the room, both literally and figuratively, on equal footing, leaning on crutches.

As the meeting wrapped up, the real battle was just beginning. We left the office knowing that the legal war ahead would be brutal, but I felt an unshakable determination to see this through. I was driven not only by professional pride but by something deeper.

Back at my office, I worked late into the night, going over the evidence we'd gathered, drafting motions, and reviewing every detail of the case. Serena's face kept flashing in my mind, her beauty, her strength, her resilience and her poor broken leg. I couldn't shake the memory of the way she had looked at me during that meeting, her trust in me, her belief that I could make this right for her.

It was late when I heard the rhythmic thump of a new rubber heel making its way down the corridor. I looked up from my desk, and there he was, Steve, with his usual beautiful smile, but now sporting a fresh red walking cast that ran from just below his knee down to his foot. The bright fibreglass was fitted with a sturdy rubber heel, allowing him to move, albeit with a sexy limp.

"Surprise," he said, leaning into the door frame with a grin. His face was a bit flushed from the effort, and he shifted his weight onto his good leg. "No more crutches"

I couldn't help but smile as he made his way over to me. "Look at you," I teased, glancing down at his new red cast. "Gone from crutches to a bright statement piece with a black rubber heel."

Steve laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Had to upgrade. The crutches were killing me. Figured this would be a little more office-friendly," he said, giving his cast an affectionate pat.

He limped closer, stopping just behind my chair. Before I could even respond, I felt his hands on my shoulders, his fingers easing into the knots of tension that had been building from the long day. He started to massage my shoulders with a warm familiarity, kneading in slow circles that immediately worked magic on my tired muscles.

"You've been working way too hard," he murmured, his voice low. "When's the last time you took a break?"

I moved my leg that was in a black fibreglass cast that covered my leg from thigh to toes. I closed my eyes for a second, leaning into his touch. "Can't remember," I admitted. "It's been...intense, to say the least. This case has me running on fumes."

He continued massaging my shoulders, his hands firm but gentle. "Maybe it's time to try something new," he suggested, his voice a soft whisper.

"Something to help you relax."

I opened my eyes and turned to face him. "Like what?" I asked, a hint of curiosity in my voice.

He smiled, his eyes filled with a mischievous glow. "Like a little... Steve's therapy," he said, his hands moving down from my shoulders to my arms.

"To help you unwind."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized what he was suggesting. "And what kind of therapy do you have in mind?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer,his red cast rubbing against my stilettos heel, his breath warm against my ear.

"The kind that involves a lot of touching," he murmured. "And maybe a little more."

I felt my heart race as I turned to face him fully.

"And what makes you think I need that kind of therapy?" I asked, my voice filled with playful challenges.

He grinned, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because I can see the tension in your body, and...that sexy long black cast on your leg" he said.

I felt a warmth spread through me as I considered his offer. "And what if I don't want to let it go?" I asked, my voice filled with a hint of tease.

He chuckled, his hands moving to my waist. "Then I guess I'll just have to convince you," he said, his voice filled with a soft threat.

I felt my breath catch as he pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I closed my eyes, savouring the sensation as his lips moved against mine, his hands exploring my body.

"Mmm," I murmured, my hands moving to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

"You're a very persuasive therapist."

He smiled against my lips, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer. "I have my ways,"

he said, his voice filled with a hint of promise.

Before I could respond, he surprised me by scooping me up into his arms. I gasped, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for support. He lifted me up over the desk and gently placed me on top of it, my long black cast dangling over the edge between his legs.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as his hands moved to the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down, revealing my skin beneath. I felt his hands on my breasts, cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing against my hard nipples.

"Oh," I murmured, my head falling back as I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. "That feels so good." I lifted my cast up applying light pressure between his legs against his hard penis.

He smiled, his eyes filled with a dark sexual desire. "Just wait," he said, his voice filled with a hint of threat. "I haven't even started yet."

I felt my heart race as he continued to explore my body, his hands moving from my breasts to my hips, to my thighs, to my ass. I felt a warmth spread through me as I realized just how much I wanted him, just how much I needed him.

"Please," I whispered, my voice filled with a hint of desperation. "I need you."

"I need you too, you are so attractive in that cast and using crutches" he said, his voice filled with a hint of threat.

"But first, let's make sure you're ready."

I felt my breath catch as he...OMG...

Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 9 to come
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