As expected

I’ll start by telling the story from the beginning. My name is Jessica, I am a couch to a group of female rugby players. I am athletic, blonde, charismatic and a very honest person, or so I believe. I am very focused in my job, so I usually don’t have time for other people. However, I met someone at work who kind of broke my intense focus. It was the couch of another team, the male team.

His name is Rick. He was an athletic guy, just like me, and he was also very serious about his profession. We seemed to be like a perfect couple, but things that are too good to be true are usually… too good to be true. Maybe it was a bad idea to be with someone so similar to me. Anyway, I won’t continue to spoil the future of this story.

Rick and I started to date and it was as if sparks flied between us. We went on dates, we became training partners, we had sex, we let our couching teams play together, and everything was so dynamic and entertaining between us. It was a very good, strong and healthy relationship. I really, really started to fall for Rick. And I had assumed he was feeling the same for me. He was a very charismatic, caring and nice guy. A true gentleman.

Rick seemed to be very devoted to me. Very romantic, always trying to impress me. And I fell for all that. I fell for everything he wanted. I gave him that satisfaction, both on ego and sexually. It was very captivating and I thought what we had going on was going to last longer. Well, fast forward 3 months, and his conduct started to vanish. He slowly stopped being as caring as before.

By that time, we were already in an established relationship, known to our friends and family. My friends loved him. My parents did too, and wondered how it took me so long to meet someone as fitting to be with me as Rick was. Well, this is truly a sad story for everybody. As I was saying before, he started to gradually become less and less caring, as if he was losing interest in me. I was very surprised, but I kept it internalized. I said to myself that maybe he had a lot on his plate and wanted some time to think. But things stayed the same. And time continued to pass, and he just kept getting worse. It was very worrisome.

I expressed to him how I felt and he told me not to worry. I tried not to, but then he was the one who walked to his own demise. He had keys to my apartment, but for a few weeks I had to stay at my parent’s place because my mom was very sick. During that time, I asked him to take care of the apartment for a few days. However, he didn’t know my apartment had cameras. That’s how he disclosed what was really going on.

I was able to monitor the cameras from my phone anywhere I had wifi, so I usually checked to see everything was in order. That’s when I discovered him. One night, around midnight, I decided to randomly check the camera system. Nothing was visible, and then when I decided to turn it off and go to bed, Rick appeared on screen. He was kissing some girl I had never seen before, and they laid down on my sofa. I was watching in shock. They kissed passionately and started to undress slowly, which would quickly lead to sex. I was very surprised.

He put her in all fours on MY couch, and went into her with his cock slowly. Then he began to quickly thrust into her, holding her hips tightly. The thrusting was so hard and strong that even though the camera was on the ceiling and far from the action, I could hear the clapping of his pelvis hitting her butt. After he pulled out, her butt was red because of the hitting. She got down to her knees and started to suck on his cock, until she made him come.

I took screenshots while watching, to be sure to have proof to show. Of course, I was crying uncontrollably. They slept in my apartment, on my bed, and probably had sex there too. There is not a camera in my room. After watching all that, heartbroken, I composed a break up text that I was to send the next day, with the screenshots of the video attached. The following morning, luckily, my mom was feeling better so I was able to go back home. I got into my car, pulled out the phone and sent him the text. When I got home, he was nowhere to be seen, and his things were al gone. He knew he had to avoid the problem, but maybe he couldn’t avoid me at work.

So I did. I completely ignored him, and went back to focusing on my job above all. He seemed rather surprised that I was so calm, and I may have hurt his ego this way. After a few weeks, he started trying to talk to me again. It began with texts, and there was not an apology in sight. Then, he decided to go for it at work, and try to talk to me during lunch. I ignored him completely. Still, he had not apologized for what he did. I just let him continue trying and trying to get back to me, just to fail and I could see him fall apart.

A few months after that, after ignoring him as if he was dead, he quit his job and left. I haven’t heard of him again but I think that, killing him mentally, was the best revenge I could have gotten. Nowadays I still get sad if I think about it, because he was my first real relationship, but I am better without him. Besides, who knows for how long he had been fucking that random girl?