At six o'clock, Friday night, Steve was knocking on Michelle's door. When she opened it, the good doctor couldn't believe how wonderful she looked. The first time he saw her, she was wearing a white t-shirt and blue short. Now, she was standing in front of him with a black miniskirt and a sleeveless matching top, showing off her tanned shoulders.

He took a quick glance at her right ankle to find a new shade of nail polish on her toes. Bright red was now his favorite color!

"You look absolutely fantastic" he said, giving her the flowers he'd bought.

"Thank you for the compliment and the flowers, Steve. Can you please put them on the kitchen counter? I'm afraid I can't carry anything these days".

She sounded so sweet. Even though Steve liked Michelle very much, he had call Reena to set up an "appointment". She'd been very glad he had called so quickly and they had agreed to meet tomorrow afternoon.

When he came back to the living room, Michelle was sitting on the sofa, her ankle resting on a pillow. Steve sat next to her and before he knew what was happening, she was kissing him passionatelly. Steve didn't waste any time. He took Michelle in his arms and carried her in the bedroom. He put her down on the bed and then turned his attention to her casted foot.

"I hope you won't think I'm weird but I've always found women wearing leg casts very attractive. I just love to see their toes sticking out of the cast and let me tell you something, your toes are driving me wild right now".

"You can do anything you want with me, Steve". She lifted her casted ankle and placed it in his lap. He rubbed the bottom of her cast and caressed her foot gently. Michelle was moaning with pleasure. He licked her toes slowly, one by one, and felt an erection...

"Are you all right ?" Michelle asked. Steve suddenly came back to earth, only to find his new friend staring at him with concern.

"Heu... I'm fine. I was just thinking about a patient of mine. Please forgive me". Michelle stood up and grabbed her crutches.

"Well, doctor, I'll forgive you if we leave right now for the restaurant. I'm famished!". Steve was happy to see that Michelle didn't suspect anything about his cast fetish. He'd have to be more careful next time and not let his imagination get the best of him. But at that moment, it was hard to do as he watched the young woman hobbling towards the door, her casted foot rocking back and forth with every step.

At the restaurant, Michelle caught plenty of attention, both from men and women. Their waitress asked her what happened and told Michelle that she too had broken her ankle three year ago. Steve looked at her shapely legs and fantasized about this beauty in a cast and on crutches...

"Have you ever worn a cast, Steve?".

"What? No, I haven't" Steve replied, surprised by Michelle's question.

"Then, let me tell you that there's nothing like wearing a cast to get people talking! Just at the firm, three secretaries, whom I don't know very much, told me their story about their broken leg or foot. And one of my clients went on and on about the time she had to spend eight weeks in a full leg cast after her husband tried to run her over with his car! Sometimes, I feel like I was the only one in this world who hadn't broken a bone until last week..." Michelle said with a laugh.

The rest of the evening went by too fast for Steve. Michelle was very good company and as usual, he couldn't keep his eyes off her ankle, propped up on a chair next to him. From time to time, she'd wiggle her toes, unaware of his feelings. She told him how hard it still was to get around with the crutches and how everybody at work had offered to help.

"One of the laywers even said he could drive me to work for the next six weeks. I'm glad to see that there are still good people around".

"Yeah, sure, and I'm the Pope" Steve said to himself, understanding too well where this kind of generosity was coming from.

When he dropped Michelle off at her house that evening, Steve agreed to call her for another date. Before she got out of the car, Michelle gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Drive safely, Steve" she said softly.

Steve was feeling a bit guilty on his way to Reena's place. He thought about Michelle and how much he enjoyed her company. Somehow, he felt like he was cheating on her.

"Stop it! You only saw her twice and she probably just needs a friend" he thought, remembering her recent breakup with her boyfriend. He arrived at his "appointment" five minutes early. He tried to calm down before getting out of the car. He didn't know what to expect with Reena and that made him very nervous. "C'mon Jansen! You've been waiting for an opportunity like that all your life. You're not going to back up now, are you?" he said to himself, taking a deep breath. He walked up to the door, rang the bell and waited for Reena. When he finally laid eyes on her, he knew he was a dead man... The lady was wearing a long black dress, with a plunging neck line and a high heel on her good foot. The dress was slit on one side, revealing the long white plastered leg. He looked at her foot and saw that she had written something just below her toes. It said : "How do you like the view?".

"You're right on time. I like that. Come on in". She turned around and Steve noticed that she was already very good with the crutches. He heard the familiar clicking sound made by the wooden crutches and before he knew it, he was excited by this whole adventure. Reena sat down carefully on her couch, her casted foot resting on the ground.

"I'm already tired of lifting this heavy cast. Would you mind lending me a hand?". Steve took her casted leg and set it on a big blue cushion. Reena wiggled her toes to thank him.

"Before we begin, you have to answer my question".

"What question?".

"Are you enjoying the view?". Reena was still wiggling her toes for effect.

Steve sensed that Reena was a very clever woman so there was no point in lying to her. In this case, honesty was definitively the best policy.

"I'm enjoying the view very much. You told me, the first time I saw you in the hospital, that a lot of men are turned on by a cast. Well, I confess, I'm one of them but you probably know that already... I don't know why but I just love seeing women on crutches, wearing a cast on their leg. I find it very sexy".

Steve went on to tell her about Amanda and his desire to become a doctor. Reena was listening to his story very attentively. When Steve stopped talking, the young woman was smiling.

"Well, it looks like I found the right man for the job. I bet you're dying to know what your duties will be. It's quite simple actually. I'd like you to cook for me once in a while and take me out, since I won't be able to drive for the next few weeks. And if it's not to much for you, I would love foot massages and a pedicure".

Steve let out a big sigh of relief. That wasn't so bad, certainly nothing to feel guil...

"Oh, I almost forgot, there's one last thing. I'd like to have sex while I'm casted". So much for my clear conscience, Steve thought. But he wasn't about to back out. This was his greatest fantasy coming true and he would see it until the end!

"When do you want me to start?".

"How about right now? A friend of mine bought me a new foot lotion and I'm dying to try it. I had a feeling you would stick around, so I have it right here".

Steve took the bottle and poured some lotion in his hands. Very delicately, he started to rub her casted foot. Her sole felt so smooth, contrasting with the roughness of the plaster. He worked very meticulously, massaging each toe. Reena had closed her eyes, shivering with his every move. Steve finished its task by kissing the tips of her toes.

"Well, how do I rate?".

"I will certainly give you an A, mister. If you get tired of medicine, I think you'd have a future as a masseur".