It had started out as such a great day, I was only two seconds off my best time during swim practice, and my best time broke the school record for the 200-meter freestyle. After, Mrs. Welsh, my swim team coach, congratulated me on my time she sent me to the showers. "You'll have no problem against South Miami next week Jess," she said as she showed me my time on her stopwatch. I got out of my wet swimsuit and showered off. When I was done I wrapped myself in my big fluffy white towel and stepped into the locker room and went to my locker. When I got to my locker I dropped my towel and pulled out my fresh clothes. I caught a glimpse of myself in the floor to ceiling mirror and stopped to check myself out for a minute. Looking at my body no one would ever guess I was 18, at 4'11" I looked more like twelve year old with tits. I shaved off all my body hair and with my 32A breasts there wasn't much to suggest I was actually an adult and not a preteen.
My black hair hung wetly from my head and went just past my shoulders. I had the typical swimmer's build, in other words, zero body fat, but I also worked out a lot in the school gym so my body was well toned and had good muscle definition. I even have six pack abs, my pride and joy really. I loved to show them off with cropped shirts, and I even got my belly button pierced to draw more attention to them. My second best feature, in my opinion, was my bright blue eyes. Everyone is always telling me how pretty they are. I dried myself off and started getting dressed. I slipped on my black satin string bikini underwear and then I put on my black sports bra, it had a racer style back just like my swimsuit. After that I pulled on a pair of gray and blue striped track pants, the ones that button up the sides, and lastly I put on my navy blue school swim team t-shirt, I had it tied in the back of course so it would show off my abs, and finally, I put on a pair of white ankle socks and my sneakers before packing all my wet stuff into my bag and heading out.
I saw my boyfriend's car parked in the senior's parking lot and thought he was waiting for me, but when I got to his car and looked through the window I saw him with Emily Fernandez and they were going at it hot and heavy. I was devastated! I ran back to my own car before either of them saw me, and headed for the only place I could think of, my best friend Jenny's house. I parked my car in her driveway and with tears pouring down my face I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. A minute or two later I heard the door being unlocked and Jenny's mother greeted me through the open door, "Oh! Hi Jessica. What's wrong?" she asked her voice full of concern.
"Hi. Ms. Tyler. Is Jenny home?" I asked between sniffles.
"No honey, I'm sorry. She just left to spend the weekend with her father about fifteen or twenty minutes ago," she said.
"O-o-oh, I forgot that was this weekend," I stammered and then exploded in tears again.
"Oh, Honey. Don't cry," she said trying to soothe me. "Why don't you come in and tell what's wrong? Maybe I can help," Ms Tyler suggested.
"N-no. I-its ok. I d-don't want to bother you," I stuttered through my sobs.
"Jessica you aren't a bother and never have been. Now come inside and tell all me about what's got you so upset."
I gave a defeated nod and tried to regain my composure while she stood aside to make room for me as I stepped through the doorway. As Ms. Tyler closed and locked the door behind me, I made my way to her family room. I was intimately familiar with her house because I had more or less spent half my life here ever since she and Jenny moved here our freshman year of high school. I sat down on her soft black leather couch and curled my legs under me. A couple of minutes later Ms. Tyler joined me in the family room with a couple of glasses of coke and ice.
"I thought you might like something to drink," she said as she handed me one of the glasses before sitting down on the couch next to me.
"Thank you," I said as I took the glass from her and then took a long sip to wash down my tears.
"Now, tell me what happened," she said as she gently pulled a lock of my long black hair from my face.
I took a deep breath to steady myself and then I told her, "After I left swim practice I caught Mark making out with Emily Fernandez in his car in the parking lot." I was proud of myself for not bursting into tears as recounted what happened for her.
"I see. Well that certainly explains why you're so upset," she said and pulled me into a deep hug. "I don't know why Mark would want to be with that hoochie when he already had you."
"He's been getting frustrated with me a lot lately because I won't let him get into my pants," I said matter of factly.
"Figures. Guys always let their little head do the thinking for them when it comes to girls," Ms. Tyler said.
"I guess," I said half-heartedly.
"Do they know you saw them?" She asked.
"No, I don't think so," I told her.
"So what are you going to do about it?" Ms. Tyler asked.
"I'm going to dump his cheating ass," I said with a touch of venom.
"Good for you," Ms. Tyler said encouragingly.
"I guess. If I let him have sex with me he probably wouldn't have cheated on me though," I said despairingly.
"Bullshit! If he loved you he wouldn't have cheated on you. And if he didn't then he should've had enough respect for you and your relationship to be honest with you. He didn't have to cheat on you. You know that's why I divorced Jenny's father right?" she told me.
"Yeah. I don't know the details, just that he had an affair and that you divorced him," I said.
"I hired a private investigator after I found another woman's perfume on his clothes. It turned out that not only was he having sex with one of the girls he worked with, but he was also picking up women at bars and taking them to motels for sex," Ms. Tyler said.
"Oh wow. That's fucked up. I mean, that's messed up Ms. Tyler," I said.
