As with many of my stories, there is a decent amount of build-up prior to the action. Hopefully that won't put you off too much.
Jessie sighed and looked longingly at the rippling water of the in-ground pool. The sun was bright and the thermometer said 85. It would have been nice to just lounge about, but between helping her employer set up and watching their daughter, she was doing anything but lounging.
The neighborhood barbecue had been sort of spontaneous for the Barretts. The way Marcie told it to her, after she'd finished her work at home one day, she'd stood in their kitchen, where you could see the living room, dining area, and out the doors to the patio and the pool, and realized she'd never had a party despite the house and yard clearly being made for it. They'd bought the house with the pool because Marcie swam and they thought their daughter Anya would like it, but at three years old she could only use about a quarter of it even with a rescue-craft's worth of flotation devices on her.
So she'd dutifully called up all the neighborhood families and invited them over. Now about thirty people of various ages and states of dress ran around the formerly empty space Marcie had been looking at, her running around making sure everyone was having a good time while her husband Roman held court at the grill, dropping chicken, dogs, burgers, and corn onto plates for people to grab or for his wife to set out on the picnic table.
Jessie had babysat for the Barretts for two years, since her junior year of high school. Marcie worked from home while Roman had his own construction business and was often on sites surveying or supervising. They'd had Anya in day care initially but once she was walking and eating solids regularly they opted to save some money by hiring a sitter for after noon. They'd been thinking a college student initially, but Jessie had responded. She'd been in accelerated classes at school by then and was taking courses from the local college online because her school didn't offer them. She was the school's star pupil even then and everyone from faculty to peers knew she was going to be the valedictorian. She'd used that reputation to finagle permission to leave early when her study periods lined up with the end of the day. Marcie had been hesitant at first because Jessie couldn't take the full half day consistently, but Jessie had impressed her so much the first week that she decided to go with it. Marcie mostly made her own hours as a marketing consultant, so she kept little Anya entertained and observed until Jessie showed up. Now that she'd graduated, she was almost more like a nanny, showing up in the morning and staying until both parents were done work, though sometimes they invited her for dinner.
Of course Jessie was also the go-to person for special events like date nights, award ceremonies, weddings, and whatever else the Barretts had to attend, hence her invite to the barbecue despite her living five miles away in an apartment with her mother and grandma.
Jessie looked over. Anya was currently under the care of a loud, jovial gay couple from up the street. Both of the guys looked like underwear models and enhanced the look by wearing Speedo swimsuits under unbuttoned white collared shirts. Jessie had heard and seen a number of the neighborhood women checking them out and lamenting missed opportunities. Their eyes often strayed to Roman afterward.
Marcie's husband was in his late thirties and looked rugged, but in a good way. He had some scars and bumps from old injuries and construction mishaps, but he wasn't sitting behind a desk for his business; he still spent time on job sites and hauling materials, so he had a solid build to him. He was in board shorts and a tank top currently, but that showed off enough developed muscle and tanned Spanish skin to draw the eye. Jessie had, on a few occasions, seen more of Mr. Barrett as he came out of a shower and knew his legs and abs had just as much definition. She'd never seen the full prize that Marcie got to enjoy, but her imagination filled that in.
Most of the men, meanwhile (and possibly a few of the women) were watching Marcie. She had a swimmer's body, a sport she'd excelled in through her own high school and college years. Her honey blonde, shoulder-length hair was at the longest she'd had it since she was a little girl, according to what she'd told Jessie; previously she'd kept it short to fit under swim caps easier. She still swam to work out, so she had the thin, toned body of an athlete, but without bulging muscles. She didn't have protruding bones either; her work schedule and some diet compromises from raising Anya had given her a softness, but her body overall was all sleek curves with a nicely shaped rear, smooth tummy, and modest 32B breasts. It was no wonder to Jessie the woman still wore a bikini.
She sighed again and looked down at herself. As the only real teenager there she attracted some looks, but she thought Marcie outclassed her even though she was fifteen years older. Jessie's eighteen year old body was curvy and enticing, but she knew that was mostly her age. She was in a one-piece suit today, and not even one of those with cutouts or sharp lines in the openings; the only things visible were her legs and arms and part of her upper back. The tightness of the suit revealed the squishy bulge of the butt she knew was a bit bigger than it should be, and the slight pudge of her tummy that she constantly checked for expansion. Of course, the suit didn't pull too tightly against that because of her chest; her 36DD breasts were still perky enough even without support to push the suit away and create some cleavage above the top. She'd always been fascinated and envious of Marcie's body and had caught herself staring more than once when the woman wore tight or revealing clothes. She remembered one night when the Barretts had been going out Marcie came downstairs in a maroon sheath dress that moved like it was liquid against the woman's skin. Jessie had literally needed to wipe her drool away.
A squeal and a giggle snapped her out of her musing. She looked over and saw Anya determinedly climbing the water slide's ladder, a five foot height. The gay couple were chatting with a bored housewife and hadn't noticed. The slide fed into the middle of the pool where it was about five feet deep, but Anya had on nothing but her suit.
"Anya, get down; you know you need your floaties," Jessie called and started walking over to reinforce the command by force if needed.
Then her heart stopped and the world went into slow motion.
Anya had turned on the ladder toward Jessie and lost her balance. Jessie saw her let go to steady herself, forgetting she was on a three-inch wide plastic step. Jessie yelled Anya's name and went into a sprint, probably the fastest she'd moved since her last gym class two months ago.
Anya's foot slipped on the wet plastic and banged into the metal pole. She pitched sideways with a shriek, either from surprise or from banging her foot.
Jessie got there just as Anya fell completely off. She caught the girl and felt like she'd been punched in the stomach as she hit. Then her foot landed on something wet, smooth, and full of air.
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"Jessie, can you hear me?"
Jessie could hear the person talking, but she really didn't want to, because it made her head hurt. Her senses seemed to check in one at a time:
Ears: person speaking, probably man, also beeping and background noise.
Skin: Soft surface, scratchy, almost plastic coverings. Pillow behind her head, also covered in a scratchy case.
Nose: harsh chemical smells. Sterile chemicals. This smells like a hospital.
Eyes: Everything is way too bright. But it is a hospital.
"What?" she rasped out, barely; her mouth was a desert cave and her tongue felt like sandpaper.
"Here," a female voice sounding very worried said, and a cup was placed at her mouth. She sipped as it was tipped up, then grimaced and shivered as some ran out the sides of her mouth.
"Sorry," the voice said, "I'll go get everyone."
"I think just the mother," the male voice said.
Jessie looked over and saw a doctor that fit every stereotype; older, balding, grey hair, thick framed glasses, compassionate smile and eyes, holding a tablet that presumably had all of her vitals on it.
Then the rest of her body checked in and there was a lot of pain. She winced.
"Try not to move much," the doctor said.
Jessie looked down.
Her right arm was barely visible. A black shoulder sling covered most of it and held it against her body. The part of her arm and hand sticking out of the bottom were encased in a cast that started just before the second knuckles in her fingers and she could feel went back halfway down her arm.
Her left arm was also in a cast, but this one stopped at the bottom of her thumb and went all the way up past her elbow.
