I had moved from a small town to the city for college, five hours away, on a full athletic/academic scholarship. Softball was my life so even though no one from my graduating class was going to be attending any colleges in the area, I didn't really care; I knew the girls on the team would be my new best friends and family. Besides, the only person in my graduating class that I really knew was Corey, my boyfriend of three years, but I wasn't sad leaving him behind; not even a little bit. Classmates told me he was a cheater and of course, I didn't believe them until one weekend, I came home early from a tournament as my grandmother had passed away.
I went to his house because I knew he could always make me feel better. Imagine the surprise when I pulled into the driveway and saw my best friend's car there. When I entered, I heard moaning and pleas from my so-called best friend to go faster and deeper. I rounded the corner to the family room and caught the two of them buck naked, fucking on the couch.
She caught my eye and smiled at me. I screamed at the two of them, "You fucking bastard and you fucking whore! You two deserve each other!" Corey stopped moving but she kept rocking her hips beneath him, trying to get him to continue; she had always been an exhibitionist and I had bet she loved me walking in, having someone catch them. Now that Corey had stopped fucking her, she was probably mad that I had interrupted his concentration before she was finished. I turned and stormed out of the room, in disbelief and angry as Hell. Corey ran after me, trying to pull on a pair of boxers in the process.
He caught my arm, "Kimberly, don't leave like this," he pleaded, "This isn't what it looks like and it has never happened before. It was shitty judgement on my part." I saw my now ex-best friend, still smiling as she rounded the corner, still naked with her nipples erect and her pussy glistening with juices. I ran out of the house, raced for my car needing to get away from there in case I threw-up. I wasn't even out of the driveway when my cell phone rang, I looked at the caller ID, he was already calling me.
I answered curtly, "What!" as felt the tears starting to well up and the lump forming in my throat.
"Kimberly, what were you doing here? I thought you were out of town for a tournament," he said.
I was crying so hard now, I had to pull over. "I bet you thought you had the whole weekend to spend with her, huh. And I was out of town but got called back early as Grammie passed away," I choked out.
"Oh, honey I am so sorry," soothed Corey.
I said to myself, "Kimberly, do not fall for this. You know he always knows the right things to say for every occasion." Then I heard myself saying out loud, "Don't 'honey' me. Goodbye Corey," and hit the end button, blocked his number; hers too, then deleted both from my contacts and hopefully my life, forever.
I returned to ball the afternoon after the funeral; I had to get my mind off of everything and ball was my only passion now. I had to get in shape mentally and physically before school started. I swore off guys and committed myself to my team for the remainder of the summer. Our team won state, regional's and was invited to an international invitational being held. Teams from the USA, Canada, Mexico, various European and Asian countries, as well as one team from Australia. I think I was more nervous going into that tournament than I was about playing for an NCAA Division 1 Team.
After all tournaments were over, I got on with my planned life, was settling in great at college, and made friends easily with my teammates. I was one of only two freshmen; all of the others were returning players, most of them juniors and seniors.
The girls liked to party almost as much as the guys who lived in the fraternity brothers' houses we were invited to nearly every night. Some of my teammates didn't return home after a night of partying, they were tied up with frat guys. I partied but wasn't one to partake in one-night sexual activities with guys I hardly knew. That is, until I saw him.
He was about six foot two, had light brown hair and piercing green eyes, the whitest teeth and a gorgeous smile, was dressed in designer jeans and polo shirt, held himself confidently, yet relaxed, and then he looked in my direction. I tried to look away but I think he caught me staring and when I turned my head back, he was gone. I scanned the room but didn't see him. I felt a hand on my arm. I looked to my left and there he was, more perfect up close, almost looked like a model.
"I'm René," he introduced himself, holding his hand out for me to shake.
"Kimberly," I stammered, unable to take my eyes off him, feeling my cheeks starting to warm.
"I know, I've asked around," he said flashing another smile. "I realize you don't know me but would you like to get away from here and go for a walk together?"
I thought to myself, "It's not like I'll ever get another chance, I may as well." Then I heard myself saying, "I'd love to."
He set his drink down and took mine from me as well. We started toward the door together when he took my hand in his, our fingers intertwined. I thought I heard a hush over the room but chalked it up to my imagination.
We descended the steps into the muggy night air; it felt as though a thunderstorm was looming. I hoped it wouldn't rain as I was not dressed for it. I had only a short, tight white crop top showing off my belly button piercing and my teammates had convinced me to wear these sticker-like, bra lift things in place of a bra to hold up my D-cup breasts. I had considered wearing jeans but was thankful I had opted for the short denim skirt that showed off my athletic legs.
We walked and held fantastic conversation. I learned that he was, indeed a model, and had been doing so since he was eight years old when he and his twin brother were discovered in a local mall by an agent while arguing over toothpaste. I smiled when I learned their first gig was a toothpaste commercial. Since then, he had gone on to model for BMW, Jockey, and Ralph Lauren as well as numerous commercials. He was a volunteer firefighter and was studying Fire Science as a sophomore at a college across town. He was visiting the frat house that night because his brother lived there but didn't really care for the atmosphere.
He told me about his last girlfriend and how she cheated on him which made me suddenly turn my head and I blurted, "But why? You are gorgeous!"
"Looks aren't everything, honey," he replied sarcastically.
"Shit, I didn't mean it like that. My last boyfriend cheated on me too and with my best friend," I disclosed.
René stopped walking and turned me toward him. "Really?" he asked, "You aren't just saying that to make me feel better are you?"
I told him the story of Corey and when I was finished he had a pained look on his face. "I can't believe someone would do that to you. Two people who you loved very much betrayed you." He put one hand under my chin and tilted my face up toward his. He saw my eyes glistened with tears and leaned down and kissed each eyelid, the tip of my nose and lips softly. It was the most romantic gesture anyone had shown me in a long time.
"Oh René," I said breathtakingly, "thank you for rescuing me tonight. I don't think I could bear another night of drinking until I blacked-out in my own self-pity. I now realize shit happens to the best of us."
"Kimberly, do you want to stay with me at my place tonight?" asked René.
