Curled up next to me is the woman I’ve waited for years to meet. The one you always wonder whether or not really exists. I knew blowing this off for boarding was a bad idea, but who would have thought karma would have given me such a kick in the ass in return? But a broken leg is a small price to pay to be back in this bed, I’ll tell you that much.

Just as I’m about reach for her, to pull her close to me and make up for passing out on pain pills last night, her alarm goes off. It didn’t even dawn on me that she’s got things to do today. She has classes and a job—I’m the one that just sort of walked back into her life last night.

She turns off the alarm, rolling over towards me. Eyes half-closed, she curls up against my side, her head resting on my chest, and begins playing with the toes on my left leg. As if the cast weren’t arousing enough, the act of her playfully tickling my casted foot is enough to drive me crazy. I roll her over on top of me—the sight of her thigh against my cast, the soft touch of her other leg against mine. My hands on her hips, she arches her back, her hair cascading off her shoulders. I can tell she’s just as primed as I am to make up for last night and the five weeks of lost time. She leans over and begins kissing my neck, down my chest, her hair brushing against my bare skin. She pulls back the covers completely. Slowly she peels my boxers off, taking her time as she pulls them down the length of the cast before tossing them to the floor. Is it me or does she seem sort of…into the cast?

Let me get something straight….for some ridiculous reason, I’ve always found casts…I don’t know…intriguing. Amazingly, in my 24 years I’ve never had so much as a broken finger, though I’ve always wondered what it must be like to be casted. As traumatic as yesterday was, I have to admit that I’m sort of enjoying this, and I can’t help but wonder if she is as well? Jesus, is it even possible that she’s as turned on by the cast as I am?

I snap back into the reality of the moment as she slowly starts lowering herself onto my lap, taking me in slowly. She arches her back as she begins gently rocking herself back and forth, running her fingers up and down the cast. I lay back, watching her closing her eyes, moaning softly, never completely taking her hand off my cast. She begins leaning in deeper, her moans becoming stronger. I can tell she’s close to climax (which is a damn good thing because I can barely hold myself together at this point). We finish nearly simultaneously and she slowly lowers herself onto my chest. Softly, she leans over, kissing me deeply, and with a wink whispers "good morning."

I have no idea how long we laid there, but slowly my waves of pleasure gave way to throbbing pain. I needed to get up and get some pain pills in me. Trying to avoid ending this perfect morning, I accidentally let a slight groan of pain slip. She hops off me with a start, "Oh babe, I’ll bet your leg is killing you! I’m so sorry, let me grab you something." Seconds later she returns with a pill and a glass of water. Standing there completely naked I’m struck by her confidence. Unlike EVERY other woman I’ve ever been with, Molly stands next to the bed, naked and perfectly still. No self-conscious fidgeting, no attempts to cover up. She sits down next to me on the bed, playing with my hair.

"Unfortunately, I have to get going. I have to get to work for 9. I’ve got a class this afternoon, but I shouldn’t be too long. I should be back no later than 2pm. Think you can manage to occupy yourself till then?"

"I’ve definitely got some phone calls to make if you don’t mind. I know I won’t be of much use for the next few months, but I’m sure I can squeak a job out of my friends at the pro shop downtown. And I need to get my car jumped. I should head to my old place and grab some clothes…uh…yeah…and I should think about finding a place…."

She puts her finger to my mouth. "You are more than welcome to stay here as long as you want. So don’t worry about that for a second. Just don’t do TOO much today, I’ll be back at 2 to help out. What you really should do is park your ass on the couch and rest that leg." Again, she slowly caresses my casted thigh.

For the next twenty minutes I lay there, watching her run from room to room, rushing around to get ready. Finally, with a quick kiss, she’s out the door. After a few phone calls I manage to get myself some work for the time being. They give me a few more days to rest but starting Monday morning I’ll be working at a board shop about 10 minutes away for a good friend of mine. Thank God for friends. At least this way I’ll be making a little money. I call the registrar’s office at school to see what my chances are of getting into any classes for the semester. I schedule a meeting with one of the deans for Friday. But already more than two weeks into the semester, my chances don’t look good.

I spend the rest of the afternoon hanging out on the couch, watching tv, reading, and daydreaming about Molly. I can’t help but think about her touching my cast this morning. Could she really be into this? I have NEVER talked about this…fascination…with another soul and can’t even conceive of the possibility that perhaps Molly feels the same way I do. Do I actually have the balls to ask her? Perhaps after a few drinks one night I’ll bring up the subject lightly and see what her initial reaction is.

Sure enough, around 2pm I hear the door. I try to sit up, covering up the fact that I’ve been sleeping, but it’s no use. She sits down next to me on the couch, instantly placing her hand on my cast. I’m definitely keeping count at this point. After a quick kiss, she gets up to start unpacking the groceries.

From the kitchen, "So how was your day? Looks like you got some much needed rest."

"Nothing special. I did manage to get Sharky to give me a job—I start Monday. And I have a meeting with the registrar’s office on Friday. I still have to get the car fixed, but it was a mildly productive day after all."

"That’s great! And I’m sure the school can sneak you into a class or two."

"So what’s it like outside?"

"Ugh, it’s a mess! It took me fifteen minutes just to dig my car out this morning, but I just scored a parking spot right at the door, so that made up for it. But honestly, it’s like a giant sheet of ice out there. Your best bet is to stay inside till the ice melts, that’s the last thing we need is for you to fall now."

I hate the thought of being homebound. But she has a point, I’m still totally off balance on these fucking crutches. No one told me what a pain in the ass they are! I am better off staying put till I get more comfortable on them, and until the ice is gone.

"Hey, I left a couple things in the car, be right back."

She leaves the apartment door open and heads out to the car for one last load. I hear her fumbling around with the trunk. I hear the trunk close, followed by a loud crash. At first I don’t hear anything else. Then suddenly, quietly I hear Molly from the car….

"umm….Trevor? Trev, shit….Trev?"

I bound off the couch and grab the crutches. Barefoot, I make my way out to the back of the car. Molly’s sitting on the ground, grocery bags strewn about. She appears to have slipped on some ice, her right foot is caught underneath her. Her face is white as a sheet. My heart races. Fuck, this doesn’t look good. I lean down to help her up, trying not to lose my own balance in the process.

"You okay?"

She slides her foot out from under her. Through the sock I can already see the swelling. Taking my hand she manages to pull herself up against the car.

"Mol, look at me. It’s going to be okay." I manage to get eye contact with her. With her standing I get a better look at her ankle. Her foot is leaning off to the right, I can tell without a doubt that something is broken. "Okay, now don’t look at it, you just focus on me. Grab hold of my shoulder—I’m going to put you in the car. You sit right here while I grab your purse and a shoe. Its going to be okay, we’re just going to go for a little ride down to University Hospital and get that looked at."

Despite the ice and my crutches, I somehow manage to get her into the car. She sits down in the passenger seat of her car, blank faced. As quickly as I can, I make my way back into the apartment. I have no time to think about what’s just happened, nor the possibility of this beautiful woman casted. I throw on a sneaker and head back to the car. Within minutes we’re on our way. The hospital is only two blocks over from her complex.

"Mol, it’s going to be okay. Just try not to think about it. How you doing?"

"It hurts so bad, fuck! Can this really be happening? Do you think it’s broken? What did it look like to you, did it look bad?"

The reality of the situation begins to set in. I have no doubt she’s just broken her ankle. But honestly, is that even her ankle? Her leg seems bent just a bit above the ankle. Broken leg? Jesus Trevor, before you celebrate this cast possibility you might want to try calming her down first, she’s obviously in pain.

We make it to the hospital. I manage to nab an orderly at the door and he helps her into a wheelchair, whisking her into the ER. I find a parking spot and make my way into the waiting room, heading towards the nurse’s station

"Hi, I uh…I just drove my…girlfriend here. Molly Diggs. Did they take her already?" Damn, I like the sound of that. Girlfriend.

The nurse, eyeing my cast, gives a chuckle. "Klutzy couple apparently. Yes, they took Molly to x-ray. Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll come get you when she’s done."

Reluctantly, I take a seat in the waiting room. Getting comfortable in those lame ass waiting room chairs is no easy feat, especially with this fucking cast. I manage to get myself semi-comfortable and with my head in my hand, actually doze off.

"Trevor?"

I wake up, embarrassed for having fallen asleep in the first place. The nurse smiles. "Sorry to wake you, I’m sure you could use the rest. It would seem you’ve both had a rough couple of days. Molly was telling me about your own accident. Fortunately she did fair much better than you, though you’ve both got some healing to do."

"She’s fine though, right?" Can I assume from the word "healing" that Molly’s got a cast of her own? As excited as I am about that prospect, I feel awful. She’s obviously in pain, stop celebrating you asshole!

"Here, I’ll take you in to see her. We’ve got her resting for the time being—she’ll be ready to go home in a bit."

I make my way down the hall of curtained rooms.

"She’s in number five. You go ahead, I’ll be down in a second with her paperwork."

Slowly, I approach curtain five. I pause for a second to think about the possibility of what’s behind curtain number five. Now Trevor, if she’s casted you’d better not be a fuck about it. Realize that a cast means she’s hurt. Do NOT stare, that’ll only make her more uncomfortable. With a deep breath, I grab hold of the curtain.

"Molly? Can I come in?"

"Hey, come on in. Be ready."

My palms start to sweat. Be ready, huh? No doubt about it, she’s casted.

Not in my wildest dreams could I have pictured this. I pull back the curtain to reveal Molly, laying on a gurney, her right leg propped up on a pillow and encased in light blue fiberglass from her foot up. I can’t tell how far the cast goes, it disappears under her skirt, but I can tell you it doesn’t stop at the knee. A light blue long leg cast!

She smirks as I enter, looking down at my cast and then to her own.

"We match."

I laugh, nervously. I’m trying SO hard to keep eye contact with her, but the sight of that perfect cast is too distracting. "So, uh…what’d the doctor say?" I make my way to the side of the gurney and she immediately sits up to give me a hard kiss on the mouth.

My God, I could take her right here on this fucking gurney! As we continue to kiss I slowly slip my hand down onto her cast. The fiber is still warm. She puts her own hand on top of mine, against the cast.

Suddenly I hear the curtain pulled back. The nurse! "Sorry to interrupt, but I assume you’d like to take care of this paperwork so you can get home to…rest, Ms. Diggs." Blushing, we both avoid the nurse’s stares. She leaves the paperwork at the end of the bed. "Just bring that to the front desk on your way out. Here are your crutches. I trust your friend will help you to your feet." She leaves and we both burst into laughter.

Finding myself staring at her leg… "Yeah, so what did the doctor say anyway?" I know she saw me staring. Fuck!

"When I fell I caught my right leg underneath me. I managed to fracture my tibia just above my ankle and thankfully not nearly as bad as you did. I’ll spend the next four weeks or so in this sucker and then probably another two weeks in a shorter cast."

It was official. We’d be spending the next six weeks in that apartment, casted together. In the span of just two days I managed to mangle my own leg, make it down to her place from Vermont, she takes me in, leaving my sight for five hours during which she falls on some ice, breaking her OWN leg. Was this really my life? AND as if this weren’t incredible enough, I KNOW she’s got a thing for my cast. She’s been touching it since I got here. We are DEFINITELY having a conversation tonight! I hope she’s got some wine in the house.

"Well hey, what do you say you take me home and we both have a nice, quiet restful night?" she says with a wink. "I don’t suppose you’ll give me a hand so we can get out of here?"

Extending my hand, I watch as she swings the cast to the edge of the bed, getting her balance on her left leg. Handing her the crutches I watch as she takes them and proceeds to the hallway. She crutches better than I do! I stand there, watching her make her way down the hallway in front of me. I need to let this really sink in for a second. She stops and turns around.

"You coming? Because I sure as hell can’t drive myself home like this." She winks. "You’ve got plenty of time to gawk at home, come on." Well there’s no doubt about it, she knows I’m staring. And from her playful responses I can’t help but think she’s enjoying this as well. There’s no question now, we’re talking about this tonight! We crutch our way out to the car amidst the stares from the waiting room.