Breaking Loose

There is no end to it

A couple of lessons had passed gradually lowering Cristina's anxiety level. The pain in her leg was vague due to the medications she was still taking.

Every now and then she caught some of the guys and gals around her peeking at her leg cast, some with curiosity, others wanting something else. Her friend Skylar had been outstanding so far, like yesterday she spent most of the time with her left hand covering her toes one way or another, cupping them or just leaning the tops of her fingers with the tops of her toes. Funny, it did not bother her much that people looking at the bottom of her toes than at the top. It felt as if her toenails were a little face on each of her toes and she wanted to hide that face.

It was soothing when her friend Skylar changed from covering to gently and subtly caressing her toes. Her mind began to wander off the professor's voice and Cristina began thinking of those occasions she spent the afternoon studying at Skylar's home, in her bedroom. It was the only place outside her home where she dared having her feet bare, but that was only because of how Skylar insisted with some valid excuses, like her clean carpet.

But she also remembered that when they did so, sometimes she would sit cross-legged and barefoot on Skylar's bed, while her friend sat on the carpeted floor near her. Oftentimes, when she shifted her sight away from the book she was reading, she would catch Skylar staring at her feet. By automatic reaction, she would curl her toes and almost immediately Skylar would concentrate on something else.

"What are you doing Skylar?" the professor asked, slapping Cristina out of her daydream.

"Me? I am writing my notes professor,"

"It appears to me you are playing with your classmate's toes," the professor said, "can't you leave her cast alone?"

Skylar forced a smile and withdrew her hand from the mouth of the cast. Although she had promised to do it to her friend, she unconsciously got carried out caressing her soft toes. She did not hear Cristina complain either.

Cristina blushed after her professor had called Skylar's attention. But how on earth could she tell him that she had asked her friend to do so? That would sound weird. Not that she had asked Skylar to play with her toes, something she found very distracting and wonderful at the same time.

Now her naked toes were free from the warmth of Skylar's hand, the fresh air was welcoming but not so the stares of her classmates. Her anxiety started to grow again.

She felt stalked if she curled her toes in a vain attempt to escape the stares, the slight movement of her toes would be caught by those that were not watching and yet seemed to be waiting for their opportunity. If she let them in a rest position, then the stares would continue. Every time she looked around to her left, there would be at least one guy staring. She felt like wounded prey surrounded by wolves.

When the bell rang yet again marking the end of this block of lessons, Cristina felt liberated and wanted to run away. Everybody wanted to run for their lunch too. But it was not so easy for her, they could just stand up and run but she was weighed down by this plaster cast.

Skylar turned in her seat with both her legs to the side perpendicular to Cristina's. She leaned her left arm on the back of the chair and cupped her mouth with it.

"Ew!" Cristina interjected, "What are you doing? you were touching my foot with that hand!"

Skylar removed the hand from her mouth and looked at it as if expecting a smudge of mud or something filthy.

"And?" Skylar asked in a hushed voice, "what is the matter with it? your toes actually smell really good. What did you put on them?"

Cristina did not want to miss her lunch break either, let alone give explanations. She lifted her leg and used her hands under her thigh to alleviate the effort she would have to do with her broken thigh. When she swung her plastered leg underneath Skylar's legs,

"Sorry, Skylar," Cristina said when she accidentally brushed Skylar's calf with her toes.

Skylar shook her head several times as if some electric current had passed through her.

Cristina, taking care not to contaminate her impeccable plaster cast with germs from the floor, stood up leaning with one arm on her desktop and the other holding her two crutches by the handle. Once up she quickly put them under her armpits.

"Let's go Skylar" Cristina poked Skylar's foot with the tip of her crutch, giving a quick look to her male classmate that was still hanging around near her.

"Have you not seen toes your entire life, Rudolph?" Cristina barked and already very annoyed with him. He had been peeking and gawking the whole morning and would not give her a rest. He quickly vacated the classroom.

Skylar started to walk towards the classroom door, and Cristina crutched behind her as her plastered leg hung uselessly on every step. She must have a swollen leg she thought, it felt as if two big hands were strangling her upper thigh at the place where the cast ended someplace between her groin and the edge of her skirt. All he wanted was to be out of the classroom and get her broken leg moving and away from all the people staring at her.

From the Author
Been busy with some stuff, so it is not that I had abandoned my story. Part of it comes from personal experience.

I hope you guys are enjoying the story and Cristina's journey to conquering her inner fears. Please, do vote and comment on it if you have suggestions.

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