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“Stay where you are.” Casey commanded, firmly.
She knew her own orgasm was so close it wouldn’t take much. She stood behind Amira, parting her legs and pressing her stiffened clit and her own wetness against the back of Amira’s left thigh. Amira’s ass was burning hot where it had been spanked. Casey held Amira’s body down onto the table and ground her wetness into Amira.
“You’ve been such a good little slut for Daddy, haven’t you?”
Casey felt her clitoris hardening and swelling and it was merely seconds before her own orgasm overcame her and flooded through every inch of her.
Fuck, that feels so good.
Casey leant forwards and held Amira close, whispering in her ear.
“Good girl, baby. Good girl.”
Casey laughedas they walked along the beach near Amira’s apartment. The sun was low as it started to set over the ocean. Casey had gone to Amira’s after work as had started becoming regular for them. They had had sex, then Amira had suggested a walk to make the most of the evening sun. She had been right, of course, it was beautiful and Casey had no issues spending the evening with Amira who she was becoming more and more enthralled by.
“So, if you weren’t a doctor, what would you have been?” Casey asked Amira. They were walking side by side on the sand in bare feet. They weren’t holding hands although Casey secretly wanted to.
Amira waited a second as though considering before she answered.
“Oh, god, I don’t know. I was always so academic, and my parents always pushed me. Maybe a lawyer? Something serious and academic, no doubt. But, I like being a doctor. I like being able to use my brain to help people.” Amira sighed. “How about you? What would you have done, if not psychology?”
Casey laughed, “Oh, that’s an easy one. I would have played football. I mean, that was what I originally wanted to do. Well, it’s what I did.”
Amira smiled, “I should have guessed. You have the build, the muscle, the height. I bet you were an incredible player. Did you go pro?”
Casey pondered her answer. She usually didn’t open up to anyone about her football career.
“Yeah, I did. But, it didn’t last long.”
Amira looked to her, concerned.
Casey took a deep breath, Amira felt like the one person in the world she could be honest with.
“Compound fracture, tib, fib and my ACL and MCL went in the same injury. I tried to come back after a year of rehab, and my MCL went again first game back. I was one of the unlucky ones. That was the end of my contact sport days. I could have tried to come back again, but I perhaps should have listened to the experts in the first place. They said my right leg would never stand up to playing again, but obviously I spent the next year determined to prove them wrong.” Casey paused for a minute. “I saw you notice the surgery scars in the bedroom and I know you were too polite to ask.”
Amira turned to her and took her hand. “I’m so sorry, Casey. I can only imagine how tough that was for you. How are things now?”
“The knee? Ah, it’s fine. Well, I can walk fine and go to the gym and get through life with minimal pain. I probably wouldn’t want to risk running again, though.”
“I can take a look for you sometime, if you like. We can get up to date X rays and scans. I mean, I think we both know there’s no getting you back into contact sport, but maybe I can improve things for you day to day. It might be that we could get you to a point where you could run and play non contact sports if you wanted to?”
Casey smiled. Amira’s hand was warm in her own. “I’d like that. It has been years since I’ve had it looked at now. I’d kind of given up on it.”
“Casey, why have you waited so long? We are in a leading sports rehab clinic. You are surrounded by specialists.”
“Yeah, specialists for athletes. I’m not an athlete any more.”
Amira pulled Casey round and took her other hand as well. She fixed Casey with her firm gaze that she used well at work. Casey for once felt like the vulnerable one in their power dynamic. “Casey Rosen. You will always be an athlete. An injured athlete is still an athlete. A retired athlete is still an athlete. You know that as well as I do. I’m sending you for X rays and scans first thing tomorrow and I’m going to put together a treatment plan for you.”
Casey saton the treatment table in Amira’s clinic in shorts as Amira examined her knee. Her fingers were long and elegant and Casey’s own skin looked pale under Amira’s smooth brown hands.
“Was it following your injuries that you trained to do what you do?” Amira asked as she lifted Casey’s leg from the bed. “OK, relax your leg. Let me take the weight.”
Casey nodded. “Yes. I worked with a sports psychologist when I tried to come back, she was my only sanity really. Losing my sport, I lost everything that was important to me. I was so defined by myself and others as an athlete, a football player. I had so many ambitions within the sport. I lived for those moments on the field where nothing else mattered except the team and the ball. I lost so much of my sense of self and working with the psychologist was really the only thing that saved me.” Casey remembered the woman who had helped her well. She winced as Amira moved her leg and she felt a sharp pain in her knee.
“Pain as I move the knee laterally?”
Casey nodded.
