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Saga of Corbin and Sharon: Part 2 The Post College Years.
By Jim
She normally wore a lightweight jacket and long sweats during her
workouts. It helped to keep the cool air, pumped in from the overhead
vents, from zapping the moisture off her skin, thus cooling down her body
and muscles faster then she would like. But today was a little different,
the A/C was partially on the fritz and so off came the jacket and sweat
pants. Even with the overhead fans turned on, the lack of cooling air
meant that the entire gym had become its own sauna, reeking of bodily
sweat. A smile crept over her lips as she watched the `can't hack it'
clientele enter, do an about face and exit; All the while, Management
profusely apologizing, promising "Soon, very soon." the A/C system would be
back online. She was amused at watching Mike curse the repair company for
their lack of promptness in getting the system back up and working; with
only one unit functioning on top of the building, it was doing an
inadequate job of cooling the large structure.
After an hour and a half, it felt like she had stepped out of a hot
shower and right into a sauna; her tight, thigh length shorts and bra were
soaked, so much that they seemed to ooze their own perspiration. Dropping
to her knees with her back to `the machine' she looked over head, her arms
reached skyward and grasped the upside down `V' shaped handles, tilting her
head back down, she pulled as the weights resisted gravity, slowly
traveling up till the handle barely brushed the back of her neck. Her
facial muscles tightened as she slowly began to curl forward, until her
forehead almost would touch the floor. Holding her position for a few
seconds, hunched over, as her arms and stomach muscles burned with greater
intensity until she slowly sat back up. Over and over she repeated the
movement, like a small rain shower, the sweat poured off her forehead and
strands of blonde hair that had not matted itself to her neck and
shoulders; almost forming a puddle as her head traveled downward. She
stopped periodically to replenish the quickly depleting bodily fluids with
a drink, while taking the appropriate breaks to stretch.
By now, she was tuning everyone out, especially the group of guys that
didn't seem to have anything else better to do then `gawk' in her direction
ever since she entered the gym. It was a rarity to see her striped down to
her shorts and workout bra, her well endowed chest swelling and flexing
with every routine, a thick sheen of perspiration radiated off her entire
body making for a sensual display as her trapezius and deltoids coiled with
pure female power every time she pulled the weights downward. But, with
the help of tiny headphones, blaring "Alive" by P.O.D. into her ear
canals, the music was like an added adrenaline rush thru her veins and
muscles and she was able to get back into her workout. She was near the
end of her set, when her concentration was once again broken, this time by
the annoying presence of a girl pacing nearby, inching closer into `her'
space, obviously waiting to use the piece of equipment. Corbin knew she
tended to `hog' the equipment at times, `but at least I don't pose, I
actually use the damn stuff', but she relented in any case, letting the
weights drop on purpose, almost smirking when the meek girl jumped as the
heavy weights fell with a loud clang. Still kneeling, she gave a tug and
each earpiece `popped' out; casually she hit the stop button on her CD
player. Hands resting hips, she glanced up at the girl; a little thin and
pale with light brown hair, standing about 5'4", average body and not that
unattractive, the girl stood clutching a workout towel in her left hand,
then she would nervously switch it to her right and perform a slight
awkward shuffle with her feet, her eyes darting away when Corbin looked up
and stared right at her.
"Would you like to jump in?" Corbin raised her arm, her biceps and
shoulders swelling with muscle, her thumb pointing over her shoulder to the
piece of equipment behind her. The girl nodded `Yes' and smiled. Corbin
looked away and almost chuckled, not as an insult, but because she actually
admired the girls willingness to try such a difficult routine. Wiping her
sweat off the floor, Corbin slowly stood up, her calf muscles tightening
with impressive power as her thighs rippled from her knee to her hips,
finally rising to her full almost 5'10" height, her washboard abs
fluttering as she took deep breaths of air; the sweat, like a coating of
oil over her body only added to her imposing stature. The pale girl
approached the equipment cautiously, and looked down at the weight setting,
she tentatively pulled the pin out, it was set at well over 100lbs, and her
face turned red as she moved the pin up and up and up, looking for an
appropriate weight, given her strength and size.
Corbin couldn't resist anymore and dropped her towel, stepping forward,
"Would you like some help?" her voice softer and friendlier.
"Thank you." The girl said softly.
"First time?"
"Yeah" Shaking her head nervously.
"By the way, I'm Corbin." Sticking her hand out, the girl
enthusiastically reached to shake her hand, but Corbin eased off as the
girl had the grip of a wet dishrag.
"I'm Wendy."
"Well, okay Wendy, let's walk thru it a couple of times." Corbin had
kneeled down next to the girl, their outer thighs brushed against one
another, Wendy felt a slight uncomfortable warm sensation flush thru her
body when the blonde's sweaty, strong thigh rubbed against her own.
Forcing her head up, she watched as the incredible blonde gave her a few
brief pointers. Once she got the hang of it, Corbin stood up and stepped
back, picking her towel up and wrapping it around the back of her neck.
"Oh my god, is that you Wendy? I don't believe it, you're going to kill
yourself!" His voice rang out, a slight sarcastic laughter followed
quickly. Nervously the girl looked up and almost let go of the bar, but
held on tight.
"Hey Matt." She said and smiled. Corbin eyed the guy, he was about her
height, a `lightweight' as she put it, but still he looked like he took
working out semi-seriously at least. His hair was a dark, wavy brown, his
complexion almost as fair as Wendy's; he wore a tank top, but didn't have
much to show off.
Looking up from the ground, "Corbin, this is my boyfriend Matt." She
smiled and tried to get back into her reps.
Corbin stepped forward and offered to shake his hand; he hesitated, his
eyes having gravitated down to `other' areas of her body, specifically the
firm cleavage of her breasts, arms, thighs...everywhere. But he quickly
recuperated and reached out, Corbin smiled and he nervously smiled back,
`guys never cease to amaze me' Corbin noted that they typically get all
tongue tied and try to act all masculine when they first meet her. His
grip intensified, `Ahhh, gonna' play that huh.' Corbin noted and her
glistening forearm muscles flexed, his eyes lost all confidence and they
widened as she took some of the air out of his sails. Quickly she pulled
back, he seemed to be enjoying the `touching' too much and he had to
quickly collect himself, remembering `his' girlfriend was a couple of feet
away.
"I'm just giving her a few pointers." Corbin's hands reached up and
gripped the ends of the towel that draped over her shoulders, hanging
almost down to her breasts. Glancing down, Corbin smiled, "She'll be
fine."
"Uggghhhhh..." Wendy groaned and slowly stood up, "...that's going to
hurt tomorrow."
"Well, I think we better get going, it's getting late." Matt glanced up
at the clock `8:00pm'.
"Okay, I'll be right along, just want to talk to Corbin real quick." She
looked up at him and smiled.
"Alight, I'll go get our stuff." He glanced over, "It was nice meeting
you." Matt smiled, maybe more then he should have, but he couldn't take his
eyes off her and forced himself not to keep staring as he turned to walk
towards the lockers. "Nice meeting you." Corbin replied.
"What's up?" Corbin leaned off to her left side her head cocked with an
inquisitive look back in Wendy's direction.
"Could you help me, with some of my workouts, I'll understand if you say
no." She looked away frustrated and almost ashamed to ask. "I know you
like to be left alone and such, they way you keep to yourself, but even
just a few minutes..."
Corbin sighed and closed her eyes, she really hated this. `I'm not some
personal trainer.' She felt like she needed to where a sign around her neck
or something. But this time, maybe the timing was right, and she felt kind
of bad turning the girl down. Wendy stepped back, she could tell Corbin
wasn't taking the request very well, "I'm...I'm...sorry, I shouldn't have
asked....my mistake..." and she went to turn away.
"Yeah, sure..." Corbin sighed "...I'll help." The girl stopped and
grinned, her eyes lit up, she wanted to gush her thank you, but restrained
herself. "I really appreciate it, it's so hard to get motivated, you know.
God if I could even come close to having your..." but she stopped herself
short, "...anyway..."
Corbin interrupted, "I'm here mostly in the evenings and in the mornings
on weekends, so if you see me, just come around and I'll see if can be of
any help."
The girl nodded enthusiastically, almost tripping over some free weights
as she backed away quickly catching herself as her face turned red. "I'll
see you around, thanks!" and she briskly walked to catch-up with her
boyfriend, waiting near the exit. Turning around, Corbin shook her head,
`Hope she doesn't expect me to be at her beck and call.' Taking a sip of
water out of the bottle, she eyed the Manager, Mike, walking in her
direction. `Oh dammit, not now.' Corbin groaned to herself, and lowered
her head and played with several wet strands of blonde hair that swayed in
front of her face. `Here comes Mr. Pain-in-my-ass.'
Mike had been pestering Corbin for months now; he was looking to sponsor
a girl in either the Female Fitness competition, Amateur Body Building
competition or both. While the thought of competing gave Corbin a thrill
and Mike's eagerness to promote her boosted her confidence higher then it
had ever been lifted, she flat out refused both offers, but not for the
reasons she gave. She had told Mike that the fitness competition sounded
nice, but she wasn't sure, her first mistake, telling Mike `I'm not sure'
left the door open in his eyes just enough to keep up the pestering. As
for the body building competition, Corbin indicated very clearly she did
not want to get that cut, although he argued she wasn't that far away from
competition material anyway. The real reason for not getting involved in
either was more personal, for as much time and effort as she had put into
working out, along with all the compliments men and women paid her for her
looks and build, Corbin suffered from a severe lack of self-esteem where
her body was concerned. The thought of wearing some of those skimpy
uniforms was just too much to contemplate, and `In front of an audience'
her anxious mind would warn, `no freaking way' she told herself.
"Those bastards..." Mike cursed with a smile as he approached
"...they're up on the roof now, fixing the damn things now."
"Hey Mike." Corbin glanced up with a look of suspicion. Corbin knew he
had a crush on her, but he managed to keep himself in check, never getting
too friendly, and she never gave him any reason to think otherwise.
"Soooo...." He cocked his head to one side with a big smile.
"Oh come on Mike, it' hasn't been that long, I need more time." Corbin
reached down and began slipping on her baggy, dark blue, nylon running
pants. Pulling the sweat soaked towel from around her neck, she slipped on
her matching dark blue jacket.
"I'm running out of time Corbin, I'm sorry." He glanced around the gym,
noting they were out of ear shot, he could tell she was teetering on
accepting or flat out rejecting, "Besides, if you aren't interested, I need
to find a backup."
"Really? Who? Someone here?" Corbin was a little shocked at the way
her competitive juices began to flow and she sat up a bit, turning her
head, looking around the room.
Mike smiled; he thought that might perk things up a little. "She's not
here tonight."
"Oh, I think I know who you're talking about." Corbin didn't know the
girl's name, and slowly began to zip up her jacket and smiled to herself.
"She definitely would be a good choice."
"But you're the better one." He smiled.
Corbin fought back the flushing in her face, but it was obvious she was
turning red. "Thanks Mike."
"Better still, if I could convince you two girls two work as a team..."
"Whoa...stop right there." She looked up, a little frantic, "I don't
know about that." Corbin wasn't even sure why that even came out of her
mouth, she just blurted it out so spontaneously, she didn't have time to
even think about it. Corbin didn't have anything against the girl, `hell I
don't even know her.' She thought, but she was an intimidating, powerful
girl who actually rubbed Corbin the wrong way, although they had never
spoken it was an underlying `vibe' the two women seemed to radiate towards
one another.
"What's wrong?" Mike leaned back a little confused. "I mean, if you've
thought this thru at all you would need a trainer, because these
competitions, even at the armature level are very, very serious and require
allot of commitment. I just thought that what better motivation then the
two best girls in the gym to help motivate one another." Mike fell back on
a very innocent expression, his posture slumping a little.
"Have you talked to HER about your idea?" Corbin shot a weary look in
his direction.
"Well I..." He stammered.
"I thought so." Corbin closed her eyes and took a deep breath; deep down
in side she really appreciated the opportunity and recognition that Mike
was giving her. But it conflicted with her day-to-day life style, just
wanting to workout and be left alone, this was her place to come and focus
on one thing and have no interruptions. But she also felt like Mike
deserved a decent response.
"Look..." Corbin sighed and could read the instant hopefulness light up
his eyes and face, her outlook turning somewhat sullen as she sat down on
one of the nearby weight benches, "...I really have my doubts."
This was really going to test Mike's abilities as a salesman, Corbin
wasn't interested in winning, medals or trophies, or so it seemed, he had
to get her to buy into this whole thing as a genuine effort on his part.
Quickly he capitalized on his idea, "Just to show you I'm sincere, I call a
meeting with you, me and Jenna..."
Corbin made a quick mental note of her name as he talked.
"...we can all sit down and talk in my office. I promise, it will be
very professional and if you're still not sure at that time, then I will
take that as your final answer and respect your decision. Okay?"
She took a deep breath and sat up straight, the fact he was willing to
handle it in a discreet and formal manner made Corbin feel a little better
and at least there was some light at the end of the tunnel. She didn't
care if Jenna ended competing or not, Corbin had to make this decision for
herself and no one else.
"Okay, just let me know when you want to get together and talk."
"Great! Give me a few days and I'll catch up with her and then give you
a call. Good...good...good...." He rambled to himself as he turned around,
completely lost in his own thoughts, his little wheels spinning quickly on
how to capitalize on the entire event. `God this is better then I could
ever imagine.' His mind was spinning, `Getting Jenna and Corbin together
would be like the dream team.' But he knew it wouldn't be easy, both girls
were fiercely independent and loners, trying to get them to work together,
hopefully get along might be a challenge in itself. The mere thought of
fireworks between the two girls sparked his male imagination beyond
anything he could hope for.
Exiting the Women's Locker Room, she glanced up at the clock `8:25pm'.
`Now why does that seem odd' and she paused standing near the exit,
searching her brain for some explanation behind this odd panicked feeling.
Hey eyes grew wide and her heart skipped several beats "Holly fuck!" the
words were mouthed silently but she suddenly remembered the party that
Sharon had planned for this evening at the house. She walked as quickly as
she could, taking a long detour around the gym to avoid walking past the
weight room, `Just want to get out of here and get home.' She knew that if
she walked past the weight room she would get stopped by Scott. A regular
at the gym, he had been `closing in' for weeks now, hinting that he wanted
to go out, a good looking guy who at least took his workouts seriously and
didn't waste allot of time chit-chatting with people the whole time.
Fortunately, Corbin had dodged that bullet several times, but it was only a
matter of time before he flat out asked for a date.
`Damn, so much for the nice relaxing evening at home, Corbin you idiot,
Sharon is going to kill you for being so late!' She sped home as quickly as
she could, rolling down the window to let some of the cool air blow into
the car; a quick rain shower had blown thru and brought a cold front with
it. Turning down her street she was more then a little annoyed at having
to park so far away from her house, the unusual number of cars lining the
street gave the first clue that the evening was `under way'. Slowly she
pulled the gym bag from the passenger seat and strolled towards the
Townhouse. `Dammnit, I haven't had dinner, and I need a shower, this is
really just great.' Her pace picked up, after a long week of moving and
unboxing, Sharon and Corbin had finally settled in. It had taken many long
discussion before they felt their friendship could survive them being
roommates. Each was concerned that they had remained best friends for so
long because they had never lived together, thus never having to worry
about getting under the other's skin. But both had settled into decent
jobs and didn't want to live alone.
Corbin looked up from her quickening pace and noticed a couple heading
into her complex, carrying stuff like food and drinks. She slowed her pace
down, almost coming to a stop as she looked up to the second story window
of their complex, her eyes widening with fear. She could see all the
lights were on, and once in awhile she was able to catch a glimpse of
people walking past the window. Corbin's fearful mind agonized over any
number of excuses she might be able to use as she slowly made her way in,
her heart sinking with every step up the stairs. She could hear music and
lots of voices as she stood before the door, her left hand came up and
slipped the gym bag off her shoulder, it plopped to the ground as she
leaned to the right, her shoulder coming to rest on the smooth plaster
wall. Running the fingers of her left hand thru strands of matted, sweat
soaked blonde hair, she tried to cool down before entering.
`If I'm lucky, maybe I can slip in and get into the shower.........'
Shaking her head with frustration and gave up the thought `....I'm
screwed.'
Slowly her left hand reached for the knob, the door was unlocked. The
voices and music got much louder as the door creaked open, bending down she
grabbed her bag and sheepishly stepped into the foyer.
`Holy shit' Corbin thought closing her eyes, their must have been forty
people milling about; Socializing, drinking, the stereo was on, `thankfully
not too loud' a small consolation Corbin noted. Her eyes flew open and
scanned the room, several eyes had started to move in her direction, a few
people she actually recognized and then....she cringed...her right eye
caught Sharon suddenly waltz out of the kitchen, dressed to the nine's of
course.
"Hey, I just put out sooommm............" Her voice trailed off as she
followed the eyesight of a few people and her own eyes grew wide seeing
Corbin standing their in her workout gear, drenched in sweat. Worse still,
Sharon noticed the intense look in those hazel eyes, more like a `deer in
headlights look'.
"Corbin!" Sharon suddenly smiled, and turned on the charm, she saddled
up close to her friend and draped her left arm over Corbin's shoulder, a
mixed drink in her right hand.
"Where have you been!?" Sharon tried to act relaxed and cool.
Corbin smiled thru her gritted, tense jaw, lowering her head and tilting
it close to Sharon's face, "I'm sorry, I...I...lost track..."
Sharon kept up appearances, and smiled back, leaning in to Corbin's
right ear, "Of all the fucking times to be late." She pulled her along as
Corbin reluctantly walked with Sharon who was almost dragging her into
Corbin's room; a few people intercepted them, wanting to say their hello's
to Corbin as she made her way thru the house, briefly forcing a smile and
nodding as her brunette friend dragged her along.
She threw her bag on the bed in frustration as Sharon gently closed the
door and set her drink down on a nearby dresser.
`Here it comes.' Corbin thought closing her eyes.
"Thanks a fucking lot! You know how hard I planned this? And you come
dragging ass in here all late and from where!? The damn gym, your there
every goddamn day, you couldn't skip it this one day!?...FOR ME!? Her
hands balled up to fists and firmly planted on her slender hips.
Gripping the top of her zipper Corbin yanked it down furiously, pacing
the room trying to collect herself. Suddenly coming to a stop, "I'm sorry,
really, I....look, just give me a few minutes."
Corbin could feel her muscles knotting up as her right hand shot up and
began to massage the back of her head and neck; quickly she turned away and
tried to collect herself.
Sharon watched her turn and walk towards the bed, Corbin's right hand
slowly massaging as her head rolled back and forth on her strong neck.
Sharon recognized the anxiety building, she had finally learned how to read
Corbin like a book now.
"You're right...I shouldn't have gone, I..." Corbin let her shoulders
slump forward, she didn't have any excuses. Corbin suddenly felt an
electric shudder reverberate thru her body as Sharon had walked up behind
her and clamped her fingers down around her shoulder and neck muscles and
slowly began to kneed and work out the tension. Corbin's head and body
went limp, letting her jacket slide off her bare shoulders while Sharon's
firm fingers tips dug into her smooth skin. Sharon smiled, she knew how to
handle Corbin, she always did; the right words and actions always worked, a
faint sigh and moan escaped from Corbin's lips as her eye lids fluttered.
"Look, its okay, really. Just get cleaned up and changed, okay?" Sharon
whispered.
"Yeah...okay."
Corbin felt a faint tug on her right shoulder, bringing her around to
face her brunette roommate. Sharon lowered her head, her deep blue eyes
peering upward as her left leg performed a sweeping motion from left to
right, her short dress showed off her long, toned, tan legs, as they
momentarily distracted Corbin's attention. Gently, Sharon brought her
hands up and cupped Corbin's cheeks, "Really, sorry I snapped, it's no big
deal."
Corbin sighed, and rolled her eyes, trying not to get pulled into
Sharon's deep blues.
"After you take a shower, I'm sure you'll feel all better. Then you can
change and I promise you'll have a good time." Sharon's palms slid down
Corbin's damp neck, her muscles alive under her touch as Sharon's nostrils
soaked in the smell of her friends sweat, skin, hair, clothes; it always
made her feel warm and flushed being in such intimate contact with her
incredible friend.
"So I'm forgiven?" Corbin almost smiled.
Sharon's infectious smile crept over her lips as she wrapped her arms
around her friend's strong neck, "Of course you are." Her moist, lipstick
covered mouth whispered near Corbin's ear, the two girls embraced each
other in an unusually strong manner, something that always teetered beyond
friendship as their bodies pressed tightly against one another, but ever so
slowly they pulled from one another.
"Hurry up; I'll be waiting for you." Sharon sighed as she slipped away.
Sharon smelled good, intoxicatingly good, Corbin thought as she watched
Sharon step back and turn to walk slowly, flirtatiously away from her.
Corbin turned and threw down her jacket sighing, she was sweating again,
but for other reasons now. Collecting some clothes and quickly darting
into Sharon's room and closed the door, Sharon had finagled the one room in
the house with its own private bath, `Sneaky, manipulating brat.' Corbin
scowled.
Sharon immediately got back into the mix of things, her good friend
Rachel came up, "Hey, everything with Corbin alright, she seemed a little
peeved."
"Oh she's fine." Sharon waived off the concern, "You know, long day at
work, getting back late from the gym and such, she is trying to unwind,
that's all."
"Still the quiet one huh?" Rachel sipped her glass of wine.
"Yeah..." Sharon's voice trailed off as she gave a glance down the hall
towards her room.
"Girl's got a hell of a body; she looks like she could kick some major
ass." Rachel laughed.
"She can kick my ass any day she wants." David stepped into the
conversation, having overheard the tail end of her comment as he gulped
back his sixth beer of the night a smile crossing his lips. Sharon just
shook her head "You'd enjoy that wouldn't you?"
"Hell yeah, and did you ever ask her if she wants to go out, huh?"
leveling his gaze directly at Sharon this time.
"Ask her your own damn self, you big chicken! Worse thing that could
happen is she that she turns you down. I mean look at you, you're getting
no where now, just standing around and wondering `what if...what if', just
go up and ask her." Sharon took another gulp of her mixed drink and rolled
her eyes, frustrated with guys who don't have the balls to get things done.
Flinging open the shower curtain, Corbin stepped onto the dark green
matt on the floor, her nude body dripping wet. Picking up a towel, her
strong hips pressed against the edge of the counter top as she leaned
forward, water slowly oozed off the tips of her soaked blonde hair that lay
splattered across her back and shoulders; her perfectly round, heavy beasts
swayed gently, momentarily feeling their weightiness as they would wetly
slap against one another as she vigorously cleared the moisture off the
glass. Water droplets clung to the tips of her erect nipples, breaking
free to splash on the counter top below. Satisfied with her work, she
leaned back and grabbed a brush off the counter and slowly began brushing
back her long blonde hair, their wet tips lightly slapping the back of her
neck and shoulders. A lingering haze still floated about the bathroom as
her eyes casually drifted, the rhythm of the strokes had started to create
a soothing sensation. Her magnificently, bare upper torso glistened from
the row of lights hanging over the mirror, with her splendidly heavy
breasts exposed, she squared her shoulders bringing her full breasts
further into view, their stiff nipples almost pointing upward. A slight
tan accented her abdomen that was hard and flat, the muscles giving a
sharp, washboard appearance. Her buttocks were firm and round. In a
moment of privacy, Corbin spread her legs and proudly displayed a small
neatly trimmed patch of blonde fur between her luscious tanning thighs.
When highlighted, tiny, soft, hairs materialized on her legs. It was small
moments like this she liked to indulge, the years of hard work paying off,
her body exuding pure female muscle, yet retaining a strong sense of female
sensuality.
Sharon was keeping her ears tuned and heard the bathroom door unlock,
she quickly parted company with some guy-friends and walked down the hall,
she stopped her eyes widening with a mixture of emotions; "Hmmmmm...very
nice indeed." It was no lie, Corbin's wet, slicked back blonde hair,
flowing over her neck and shoulders, contrasting to the faintest of tans as
her white cotton tank top showed off her amazing shoulders and arms, a pair
of long, curvaceous yet sturdy legs peeked out from beneath the rather
short skirt she was wearing.
"Thanks Sharon" Corbin blushed.
"Well, you're no slouch yourself." Corbin blurted out, slightly caught
off-guard by their exchange of compliments. `An understatement' Corbin
privately confides, as Sharon was looking downright gorgeous in her nice
form fitting, light brown silk dress, that hugged every inch of her
slender, athletically fit body, her long brown hair with slight curls
rolling off her back and a pair of unusually deep blue eyes stared intently
back.
"Well..." Sharon flirtatiously bats her lashes, "...of course!"
punctuated by a slight playful giggle as she strikes a couple of poses,
hands on hips and arching her back as she smiles with pride. Sharon has
always `strutted' her beauty for all to see and worship, `she almost seems
to crave the attention' Corbin notes. She watched as Sharon quickly
stepped up to her side and hooked her right arm into Corbin's left and
pulled her close so the sides of their bodies pressed tight, their firm
hips and butt cheeks rolled against one another as Sharon leaned over and
wickedly hissed into her friends ear, "But don't start thinking your hot
shit, or I'll have to take you down." The hair on the back of Corbin's neck
stood on ends, her eyes widened and a slight rush thru her body that caused
her nipples to react and tighten slightly.
Corbin whipped her head around to responds with her own comeback, "Oh
yeah..."
But Sharon had other plans and stated walking forward, yanking Corbin
along, their arms still intertwined.
"Come with me, I want you to meet some people." Sharon cut her off and
tilted her head to the left letting her long curly brown hair flip over her
right shoulder, she knew all eyes would be on her stunning blonde friend,
and while she normally loathed the loss of attention to herself, attaching
herself to Corbin's side ensured that she remained close to the center.
She also knew Corbin was a socializing misfit and would only come out of
her shell if Sharon hung onto to her long enough to help ease her fears.
"You remember Rachel?"
"Hey Corbin, long time no see; I love this place, Sharon really did a
great job with it." Rachel said, Sharon's old cheerleading buddy from High
School. Corbin in fact did recall most everyone from College, and/or High
School that still lived in the area, there were a few new acquaintances of
Sharon's from where she now worked at the Advertising Agency.
David watched thru his glassy eyes from across the crowded room, waiting
to make his move. In the meantime, he made idle chat with a few of the
guys that were at the party, it was definitely a `target rich environment'
as he like to put it.
Corbin eyed the spread of food in the kitchen and her tummy growled.
"Hey Sharon, I need to get something to eat, I'll catch back up." She
pulled her arm free, but not before Sharon gave the back of her forearm a
fearsome pinch causing Corbin to flinch and biting her tongue to keep from
gasping aloud. Sharon just casually nursed her drink and smiled as she
continued to chit chat with her friends. As Corbin walked past, her body
pushed into the back of Sharon's body, her mouth leaning into her soft,
fragrance filled, brown hair; "You'll pay for that." Corbin whispered.
Sharon quickly glanced in her departing friend's direction and allowed a
slight smirk to form on her lips.
Corbin began picking thru the finger sandwiches, it was all good,
various cheeses laid out and bags of snacks spread out all over the place.
Opening the fridge she picked out a chilled bottle of Wine and poured
herself a glass, "Mmmmm...this is good." She said to herself, proceeding to
stuff her mouth full of food.
Sharon navigated thru the various clicks of people; she was in full
`Social Butterfly' mode now, stopping briefly when she caught up with
Tasha. Sharon had come to know Tasha when they both interned at the same
Advertising agency. Although quite different in most respects, Tasha
shared one interest that Sharon considered to be a `top priority' in her
life; Shopping. Tasha found Sharon's boisterous and somewhat outlandish
personality absolutely a `trip' to be around. Not the best of friends,
they still called and made the occasional effort to hang out and socialize
as they shared similar tastes, although Sharon found it privately
intriguing to be such good friends with a black girl, so that was different
for her, given her white, upper-crust background.
"So, have you met everyone?" Sharon asked.
"I think so; this is a really nice place Sharon." Tasha glanced around
the house.
"Thank you. vOh! Did you meet Corbin?" Sharon padded Tasha on the back
with some enthusiasm.
"No, not yet, she here?" Her response conveyed a less then enthusiastic
tone.
"She's right over there in the kitchen, I'll introduce you two." Sharon
seemed eager to please, but Tasha just waved her hand, "That's okay, I can
manage, I'll let you get back to your mingling."
"Ohhhhkkkkaaayyyyy" Sharon dragged out her response, knowing that Tasha
could be a bit on the defensive at times and Corbin can be a little
abrasive with first introductions. But, she turned away and shrugged, `Let
the chips fall where they may."
Tasha's bold, in your face style and attitude, was one of the main
reasons she wanted to meet Corbin, one-on-one...woman-to-woman and size
this girl up. For a couple of weeks now she had to listen to Sharon and
other friends, brag about this roommate of hers, as if she was some Amazon
Goddess. The very thought caused Tasha's mouth to sneer with contempt, she
hadn't met a white girl yet that impressed her `that' much. It also
privately irked Tasha, who took pride in her own beauty and physical
strength. Allot of her attitude was from a `checkered' past which she
never reveled to Sharon, not wanting to scare the girl off with a history
of days spent in the `hood' having to fend for herself or having to fight
her way into or out of gangs when she was younger. That rare opportunity
to make a clean break came with her scholarship to the University and then
the Internship seemed the turning point she needed in life, a way of
washing away all of those bad memories of years ago.
`So why now?' Tasha's mind muddled as she navigated her way towards the
kitchen, `Why am I allowing this white girl to rile my sense of survival,
especially someone I haven't even met yet!' Wondering if she wanted this
private introduction to take place, hoping...praying this woman was
everything she had heard about, and that her long dormant competitive
juices would begin flowing again. Something she only experienced when
sizing up and eventually fighting other women...'but those days are over'
she told herself in a less then convincing manner.
`Oh my...' her mind and body came to a screeching halt just under the
alcove that entered into the kitchen. Her eyes roamed the body of this
incredible looking girl who stood hovering over the spread of food, picking
here and there and sipping on a glass of wine. `Those legs, arms and
shoulders,' her mind raced as she tried to quickly absorb every inch of
this girls body that was packed full of superbly developed muscularity,
before her presence was detected. A striking mane of long flowing blonde
hair contrasted against the beginnings of a light tan.
Finally, she stepped into the kitchen and forced the words out of her
mouth, "You must be Corbin?"
It almost hurt to speak, as she fought the `duality of passion' as she
liked to call it, the external desire to make pleasant conversation that
conflicted with her internal desire to challenge and battle this white
girl, in an effort to find out who was the better, superior woman. Her
prayers had been answered and her fantasy now reality as she closed the gap
between them.
Corbin slowly turned her head and peered over her shoulder, her hand
gesturing to the food in her mouth as she quickly tried to chew and
swallow, taking a small sip of wine; she smiled and nodded `Yes.'
"I'm Tasha." And the black girl offered her hand.
Corbin set her glass down and turned all the way around and was able to
get a look at Sharon's new friend. Tasha's hair was worn straight with
bangs tapering down around her forehead almost invading her cheeks. Her
eyes were big, dark and wide, the look was piercing. Her other features
were very feminine with high cheekbones and surprisingly pert nose. Her
lips were full with little to no makeup on. Nevertheless, she was a pretty
girl in the face, with slender shoulders, but a very tone, lean figure
making her appear thinner then she was; However, it was her full round,
very large breasts that commanded ones attention, making it one of her best
assets, and from the her outfit, she was flaunting it tonight. Corbin's
toes flexed, her fingers nervously twitched from the air of intensity she
was picking up from this beautiful black woman. It wasn't an unfamiliar
feeling, like her mind and body were in a panicked free fall, while at
other times she would feel at peace as if she were on the eve of some
awakening every time she found herself in the presence of certain women,
`strong women' she noted and not necessarily physically strong, but in mind
and spirit.
Tasha was determined to `show her stuff' and gain the upper hand, and
she quickly gripped palms with the incredible blonde. The touch was
electrifying for both girls as Corbin was surprised by the girl's firm
grasp and it momentarily caught her off guard, but coming off a strong
workout earlier in the evening and the mix of good wine made her `game'.
Tasha's eyes watched the ripple and play of Corbin's sinews as they flexed
in effort just beneath the lightly tanned skin along her arm, the power of
this girl's bicep showed, swelling. She caught herself almost gasping when
she suddenly `felt' the power and intensity of the girls grip, enough to
make her feel a sudden dampness at her crotch, and her nipples harden under
the lining of her dress. Totally distracted by the involuntary reactions
of her own body and caught off guard by the girl's strength, Tasha
helplessly watched the blonde give a quick grin and release her grip,
before stepping back to casually pick up her wine glass and take another
sip. The black girl was infuriated, she felt like she had been trumped in
their first exchange, somehow her game had been thrown off and she fought
to collect her senses as the blonde quietly leaned back against the counter
and crossed her long, toned legs. Lowering her head, Corbin tipped the
wine glass to her lips as she suddenly regretted her actions `What was that
all about?' she wondered, scolding herself for that self indulging display
of strength, quickly she glanced up and studied the black girl, trying to
read her expression.
Tasha watched those piercing hazel stare up at her, studying
her...judging her, her hot blood only got hotter, `God I wanted to smack
that fucking smile off her face' Tasha fumed.
"Nice to meet you." Corbin said meekly, looking back down at her glass,
her right hand performing a small rotation of her wrist so the wine swirled
in the glass.
"Sharon's told me allot about you." Tasha took a step back and leaned
against the opposing counter, they now stood about five feet directly
across from one another.
"Oh yeah." Corbin perked up slightly.
Tasha finished off her own drink and placed it on the counter behind her
and shifted her weight to one side, her short miniskirt rode up her left
thigh revealing her long sexy, well-toned legs as they tensed to balance
her weight, accented more so by her dark skin. Her eyes came up and their
pupils locked onto each other for a quiet uneasy moment as Tasha had now
struck a somewhat provocative pose; Corbin suddenly stopped swirling the
wine in her glass as the two women eyed one another under a veil of
suspicion. Tasha knew she had a few drinks tonight but that didn't help
her understand her own strange behavior, which may explain why she didn't
avert her eyes as most people would, instead both girls continued to let
their eyes linger on one another as each one tried to probe the other
mentally and physically. Now Tasha knew she was not into women, although
she had kissed a few, all in fun, but she couldn't help but admit that
physically Corbin was a down right beautiful girl. `Damn, what is going
thru your mind' she thought as she studied Corbin's face, with its slightly
oval outline, full soft, pouting lips and hazel eyes. `She definitely has
that all-American-girl thing going' Tasha noted. Standing almost 5' 10",
she made for an imposing woman, a couple inches taller then Tasha who stood
around 5' 8". Every movement of her body was a graceful display of muscle,
even a simple turn or tilt of her head sported some very taught muscles
along her neck and to top things off, were a set of firm breasts and hard
nipples protruding out from underneath the girls thin shirt, which aroused
her, and more embarrassingly, the way she caught herself staring at them.
Almost reactively, even competitively, her own nipples began to firm up on
their own and as if to announce their presence. Then, Tasha proudly
adjusted her shoulders making them even more pronounced, hoping that Corbin
would take notice of how beautiful and large they were, she wanted to fuck
with this girl's mind tonight and a slight buzz helped in her efforts.
Their stare lasted only a few seconds but seemed a small eternity, which
was broken by Tasha's next choice of words;
"Sharon also tells me you're into sports?"
"Yeah, some." Corbin's posture relaxed and she smiled with a casual air,
seemed like a good time to end the conversation as she was terrible with
chit-chat and wanted to mingle a bit.
"Well, it was nice meeting you Tasha, We'll talk later okay?" Quickly
she pushed off from the counter and gave another quick smile before exiting
the kitchen.
"Oh yeah, we'll definitely see each other later, but we may not be doing
any talking......bitch." She hissed into the empty kitchen air. A few
people made their way into the kitchen, breaking her self induced trance
and she quickly made her way back into the main living room close to where
Sharon stood.
"So how did it go?" Sharon smiled; a slight glassiness had formed over
her eyes as she was well into her third mixed drink. Tasha's face tensed
with a somewhat `irked' expression, her eyebrows knotting up in
frustration, "She's an odd one, your friend, not much on conversation."
"I'm sorry..." Sharon sighed and looked away, "...but that's how she is
with everyone, just her casual attitude, don't let it bother you and please
don't take it personally." Her eyes trying to convey a sense of sincerity.
Tasha was about to simply shrug off the whole matter, but noted that Sharon
was into the beginnings of a decent buzz, `perhaps the best chance yet to
probe for a few more details', her brain telling her to take a slightly
more tactful approach on the matter.
"So, how did you two meet?" Tasha suddenly asked, and casually glanced
around the room as if it was all in passing, trying to down play any
interest.
Sharon just froze, her right hand came up as her index finger pushed
back a few strands of her long, silky, brown hair back over her bare
shoulders, save for the thin spaghetti strap of her dress. Her neck and
shoulder muscles gracefully tightened as her head did a slight tilt, her
lips pursed to take a small sip on her drink.
`Damn you would have thought I asked her to explain `the meaning of life
or something.' Tasha impatiently contemplated.
Sharon's eyes drifted off and came back to look Tasha in the face, her
smooth soft lips smiled, almost knowingly at the question, before she made
her own inquiry;
"Now, where did that one come from?"
"Just curious"
"Hmmm, well..." Sharon's deep blue eyes drifted off again, as her mind
floated back in time. Taking another sip on her drink before starting...
"Well, we met in High School; it wasn't a very big school so most
everyone knew each other or knew of one another. And we were both in
sports..."
"Oh yeah?" Tasha tried to throttle back her interest so as not to seem
overly enthusiastic.
"...yeah, I was on the Cheer squad and Corbin did gymnastics. Yeah I
know, not many people consider cheering being a `sport' per say, but
bullshit I say! Cheering is damn hard! The routines and the jumps and..."
"Okay! I get the point"
"Sorry..." Sharon steps off her soapbox and continues, "...anyway, god
Corbin was an incredible gymnast, I mean let me tell you, she has one hell
of a powerful body..."
Tasha did not like where this was going, just the image that Sharon
verbally drew out was getting her worked up. Flustered, her hand quickly
brushed a bead of sweat from her forehead and felt a slight tingle charge
up her spine, shocking her nipples back to life.
"Anyway, we hung out in different clicks, basically you had all the
girls that did track, gymnastics, and played ball and then there was `us',
the cheerleaders. `The Bitches' they called us because we were accused of
playing ourselves off as stuck-up, rich socialites. Which we were!" Sharon
bust out with an evil, self-mocking laugh.
"So you met and got to know one another thru sports?" Tasha impatiently
trying to get to the root of her question.
"Yes...." Sharon's looked away for a second, her expression wasn't at
all happy, as if a sudden memory suddenly came back "...and no." Tasha was
definitely noticing something that was bothering Sharon and she was now
dying to know what happened, but kept silent waiting patiently for Sharon
to continue. Taking another sip of courage, Sharon looked back into
Tasha's waiting eyes,
"I never really took my bitchy attitude seriously, but I guess some did
and decided I needed a little attitude adjustment."
"What happened?" Tasha was now enthralled by the story and could not
restrain her enthusiasm, she suddenly felt like she was being given a
privileged view into Sharon's intensely private friendship with Corbin.
Sharon was now choosing her words carefully, she trusted Tasha, but
something's were better left unsaid and one day, hopefully forgotten.
"I almost got jumped by a couple of fucking dykes from the Softball
Team..."
"Sharon!" Tasha blurted out, mixed with a slight laugh and shocked by
her language.
"...yeah, yeah, I know, a nasty thing to say. If it wasn't for Corbin
stepping in..." Sharon did a little shutter, "...I don't even want to think
about it. Anyway, I guess luck, chance, or fate; take your pick when
Corbin was the one that came strolling into that locker room. " But Sharon
gave a faint smile as she always thought it had to be fate that stepped in
that day.
Tasha's eyes were deadlocked and her heart raced faster with every word
rolling off Sharon's lips. "Was there a fight?" her look almost conveyed a
sense of hopefulness, which she quickly tried to withdraw.
"Uhh...no. I still like to think they wanted to just mess with me."
Sharon tried to tactfully dodge the issue, not wanting to bring up the
painful reminder of Corbin's run-in with Taylor.
"Just because of Corbin, they backed down?" Tasha couldn't believe it,
now more then ever she was determined to peel back the layers of this
blonde chick's exterior and find out what lay underneath.
"Well, you have to understand, Corbin was a pretty respected athlete in
High School and College. So...anyway..." Then for no reason Sharon
shutdown, she didn't want to talk about it anymore. More painfully obvious
to Tasha was that she didn't want to share anymore about her friendship
with Corbin, making her feel shutout. She watched Sharon's deep blue eyes
dart around the room. Tasha was still anxious for more details, but she
could see it in Sharon's eyes, she had started to withdraw from the
conversation. `Shit' Tasha was hooked now, her own jealous, competitive
juices were flowing even worse then before.
`Fuck!' Tasha made some bullshit conversation but she just couldn't let
go of all the scraps of info that people had thrown her way tonight.
By about 1:00am, most everyone had departed and Corbin was back in the
kitchen picking thru the leftovers when she heard the front door slam shut
and the deadbolt lock.
"Was that the last of them?" Corbin shouted.
"Yes!" Sharon shouted back and flopped back down on the couch, her weary
eyes closing.
By the time Tasha had gotten to her car her blood was boiling, she
couldn't help but feel cheated, having hoped for more, but she didn't feel
comfortable pushing it any further. Tasha's pussy even wetter and her body
turned-on by the mere thought of a physical confrontation with Corbin, she
knew there were other ways to deal with this, `but how? And when?' she
wondered. "No matter" she murmured to herself, Tasha felt confident she
would reign supreme in the end, she didn't believe Corbin had any
inclination how to handle herself in a *real*confrontation regardless of
how physically fit she was. The catalyst for Tasha right now was to
physically and `dae I hope' sexually go at it with that white girl who was
allot more then what she appeared to be. Tasha's nasty mind became
unraveled as she fantasized about the two of them fighting, her pussy and
nipples throbbed thinking about Corbin groaning and wailing as Tasha's
thinner, leaner black frame tied that white muscular body up and broke her
spirit. Her advantage was that she fought from the heart and she was no
stranger to fighting and she liked to fight dirty having slugged it out
with some nasty sisters and beaten down her share of trash-talking white
girls. But she was no fool, if Corbin was in fact as strong as she heard,
anything was possible. Her mind played out a dozen endings and all of them
drove her over the edge. But Tasha wasn't a total hard ass; as she pulled
out onto the highway, she was suddenly struck by a moment of doubt, `Damn,
what the fuck am I thinking', her excited emotional state had begun its
slow decent back down to a more rational plane of thought. And for a
flickering moment, she wondered what bone she had to pick with Corbin to
begin with. She was even amazed to find a bit of remorse creep into her
subconscious as she considered cutting the girl some slack, but her gut
wanted to hold out and kept insisting she was right from the beginning, `I
can't be misreading any of this, no way can I be so wrong about someone'.
Most importantly, she was concerned about Sharon getting wind of any of
this, `another stunt like tonight and this just might come back to bite me
in the ass!' That thought lingered in her mind and into the night as her
taillights dissolved into the dark highway.
"Did you have a good time?" Sharon asked.
Corbin mumbled something incoherent from the kitchen, "What!? I can't
hear you!" Sharon called out.
"Yes!" Corbin reluctantly replied.
Sharon smiled to herself, "You always complain, but then you always tell
me what a good time you had."
"Get your lazy butt in here and help me clean all this stuff up!" Corbin
snapped.
"No, that's your job, I planned this gig, YOU can clean up." Sharon
curled up on the couch, tucking her hands under her head as sleep was
coming fast. She smiled to herself as she listened to Corbin mumble her
complaints in the kitchen, clanging dishes and glasses as she filled the
dishwasher up.
"And you better not break anything either." Sharon warned.
And then it happened, a splatter of fragile glass in the sink, Sharon's
body went rigid as she bolted up right, furiously kicking off her high
heels before storming into the kitchen.
"What the hell?!!!" Walking up to the sink and inspecting the damage,
Corbin stood leaning against the counter propped up by her right hand, a
scowl covering her face as she crossed her right leg in front of her left,
her fingernails tapping along the rim of the stainless steel sink.
"One of my good god-damn wine glasses you clumsy oaf!" Sharon eyes went
bug eyed.
"It was an accident." Corbin sneered.
"My ass it was, you did that on purpose!" Sharon turned and pointed her
finger almost right into Corbin's chest and then into the sink.
"No, it slipped!" Corbin pinched her eyebrows together, her face red
with anger, but Sharon stepped forward and got right in her face,
"Bullshit, you did that on purpose!"
"Well...well..." Corbin huffed "...so what...what if I did?!" she folded
her arms across her chest defiantly.
Sharon stood almost equal height with Corbin and leaned in until her
chest pressed against Corbin's forearms, "I'll tell you what! Your going
to clean it up, that's what, AND THEN your going to finish this damn
kitchen!"
"No! and you can't make me!" Corbin growled with a smile and shook her
head back and forth in the form of a `No'.
"Oh really, just watch me!" Sharon suddenly grabbed Corbin's forearm
with her left hand and her bicep with her right, securing a good grip on
her friend's arm giving a hard jerk. Caught by surprise, Corbin felt her
body spin around and pushed up against the edge of the sink.
"Look girly, unlike everyone else, I'm not scared of you, now get busy!"
Sharon pointed to the broken glass in the sink, her breath coming fast and
furious against her friend's cheek as her body pressed in tight.
Corbin leaned forward and braced her arms against the counter top, her
strong triceps flexing in frustration as she rapped her fingers on the
counter, frowning in frustration.
Sharon stood and waited, watching, she remained leaning into her friend,
she could feel her right breast pushing into the back of Corbin's left arm,
and with every tensing flex of muscle, it would press and rub against her
nipple, exciting it to life.
"What's wrong?" Sharon sighed, her head leaning to the left, trying to
get a better look at Corbin's face, full of anxiety and anger. "Your not
normally like this, what's bothering you?"
Sharon wasn't surprised in her own sudden change of tone, Corbin was the
only girl that brought out the softer side of her personality, her
reputation for being a `snotty-super-bitch' was well deserved, yet around
her best friend she often wanted to be supportive, caring, and oddly enough
protective. But she could still be a hard ass when she needed to.
"I'm just under allot of stress right now, that's all."
"Work? What?" Sharon's right hand came up and gently rubbed across
Corbin's back, it never ceased to amaze Sharon the incredible firm muscles
along this girl's shoulders and neck, she could feel Corbin take a deep
breath as her strong, broad back expanded.
"No, works fine. Mike, you know him? From the gym. He's been
pestering to sponsor me in some...competition." Corbin voice trailed off
quietly.
"What?!...are you serious?" Sharon's mood suddenly changed, showing her
enthusiasm. "Like what kind?!"
"A Fitness Competition or maybe some Amateur Bodybuilding." If came out
almost in a whisper, as Corbin even felt uncomfortable saying it aloud,
even to Sharon.
"That's great! Awesome! Wow...when is it, I mean I knew you've been
spending allot of time at the gym, but...."
"Sharon!" Corbin turned around, her face a mix of shock and concern "I
haven't said I would do it, I don't know...I...look, it's not that easy for
me." turning back around.
Sharon turned away suddenly, her back to the sink as she folded her arms
in absolute frustration and was fighting to keep her temper under control.
"What's wrong?" Corbin looked over at her.
"You." Sharon said harshly.
"I know." Corbin sighed and hung her head a little lower, her blonde
hair falling from her shoulders, down around her face.
"I just don't get it, you have the legs, the arms, THE body and your
gorgeous. Not only CAN you do it, but you can WIN!" Sharon quickly turned
around and gripped her shoulder, her face pressing in close, Corbin's hair
tickling her nose and cheek. "I know you can." Her voice a soft whisper of
encouragement.
"Thanks. I just need some more time to think about it you know."
Suddenly a wave of guilt came over her, as she reached down into the
sink and picked up the remains of a broken stem of glass.
"Gheesh...I am really sorry, for...breaking your glass
and...well...getting angry."
Sharon took the glass from her hand, gently placing it into the trash
bag, "It's okay, really." Picking up the nearby trash bag, she began to
also clean up. "Here, let me help you." She said.
"Thanks." Corbin said softly.
It was a clear beautiful morning the following day, the kind of day
where there was barely a cloud in the sky. Quietly, patiently, she sat at
the outdoor section of a Deli about a block down the street from the Gym,
waiting to have a little `Chat'. Mike had called this sudden meeting and
she already had a feeling about what he wanted.
"Hey!" His voice called out from several feet away, but he wasn't able
to breakthrough her trance like state.
"Jenna!!" He bellowed a bit louder, thinking she didn't hear him, but in
fact she had heard him, only she doesn't respond to the name `Hey'.
"Oh, hello Mike" She looked up from the table. Her hands reaching for
the paper that held her breakfast-sandwich, quickly she crumbled up the
remains and set it aside.
In her eyes, Mike was a decent enough fellow, but Jenna had been a
little `irked' at Mike for a couple of months now, ever since she suspected
that he had approached that `other girl' about a sponsorship, but she was
getting over it, slowly.
"What's up?" She said, trying to breakthrough her attitude and be a bit
more friendly.
"Thanks for meeting with me, if you prefer, we could go back to my
office?" He tried to sound sincere, but Jenna always felt he carried a
salesman pitch with everything rolling off his tongue.
"No, this is fine"
Mike pulled out a chair and sat down, slighting adjusting his seat to
avoid the glare of the early morning sun.
"So, how have you been?" he sat back with a smile.
Jenna eyed Mike suspiciously from behind her sunglasses, he was one of
those people who was born to be a salesman, not only that, he seemed to be
really proud of his `position'; with his dark brown hair neatly cut and
combed to meticulous perfection and clean shaven. While a nice looking
guy, he still retained the `used-car-salesman' attitude, where you should
be appreciative of his offer, no matter how crappy it was, and so she just
waited, semi-prepared for what was coming next.
"I'm fine, things are going well, and you?" Jenna folded her hands
together resting them in her lap, her sleeveless dress showing off her
strong, naturally dark skin color enhanced by a nice tan arms. She was
sitting directly in the sunlight, but her sunglasses took out most of the
glare.
Mike shifted a bit in his seat before speaking, `Ahhh, he's going into
sales mode now...' she mentally noted.
"I'm good, thanks. I want to ask you a question, have you ever thought
about competing?" he smiled and fidgeted with his class ring on his finger,
Mike knew he was being evasive with that question, but wanted to ease into
this. He had tried to make sure that the first person he made the offer to
was kept under wraps, but sometimes things `get-out', and in this case, if
Jenna had found out he had already offered it to someone else first, she
would not be happy...at all. `Hell she might even reject my offer out of
spite.'
"Compete in what?" Jenna said flatly, she suppressed her urge to smile
and not fidget, trying to remain `in-control', that was important to Jenna,
to always appear focused and even intimidating, whenever possible; Her
appearance helped in achieving that goal, Jenna wore her black hair short,
in some areas it actually spiked up, with wispy sideburns giving her a very
masculine, tom-boyish look, but she was careful not to appear too butch.
Her incredible physique, packed with muscle topped off with her Asian
heritage made for an exotic, sensual looking specimen. A strategically
placed black tattoo on the back of her shoulder, of a coiled dragon, could
be seen when she work tank tops. It was big enough to catch your
attention, but small enough to not be distracting.
Most men couldn't take their eyes off her.
`Fuck' Mike cursed to himself, he didn't like how the conversation was
starting, but he had no choice but to play along. Talking with Jenna was
excruciatingly painful, she liked to play games, games with words and mind
games, always trying to maintain the upper hand. Talking with Corbin
wasn't as difficult, while she was quiet and also difficult to read
sometimes, she didn't have the same intensity that Jenna had, nor the
enjoyment of `fucking' with one's head.
"Well, at the end of this year, there is a fitness competition or maybe
even one of the entry level body competitions, if you want to pursue that,
of course I or the `The Gym', would support you in anyway we could."
'Hmm, that sounded pretty good' He thought and almost smiled, but not
too much. But he was pleased that he had formulated the offer so as not to
potentially offend her or at least he thought it sounded non-offensive.
And then....nothing....she just sat there, stone faced as if he hadn't
even said a word. Mike had started to panic, `Uhm, well I know she heard
me, sooooo...what is she waiting for?' his mind raced, calculating if he
should quickly follow up with another offer before the silence became to
uncomfortable. But looking at the beautiful Asian woman sitting across
form him, you would think she was at total peace, totally unaware of his
presence. Finally, casually, she unclasped her hands and picked up the
water-bottle on the table to take a sip. At the exact moment she went to
place it down she spoke...
"Sooo, she turned you down, did she?" cocking an eyebrow in his
direction.
Mike gripped the iron armrest and shifted in his seat uncomfortably, as
he realized the intent of her question; `Fuck' he thought scrambling to
think of some dialogue that would steer the conversation in the direction
he wanted.
But Jenna didn't know for sure, she just suspected and had nothing to
loose by asking, although her tone and question were phrased with the just
the right amount confidence that it carried a `Oh I know all right, so spit
it out.' Attitude.
"Actually, it's not what you think, things are still....err...need some
working out." He was thinking quick now and grinned, but not overly so, so
as to appear smart or smug, but sincere.
`Ohh, bullshit!' Jenna reeled at the suggestion that suddenly she was
put on top of his list now. She still wanted the offer, and worked her ass
off in the gym, `A hell of allot more then that blonde bimbo, I know I must
work out twice as much as that bitch.' She could feel herself getting
flustered as a bead of sweat worked its way down the back of her neck.
Reaching around, her left hand swept across her neck and shoulder to gently
fan herself.
"That's nice to know Mike, but still after the fact, isn't it?"
She was going to play this out and punish his ass, for Jenna it was a
matter of pride. Besides this would be a real test of his `people skills'
for sure.
"Okay yes, I have already spoken to Corbin, but the circumstances are
not what you may think..." Mike didn't realize his slip right away, but she
did and it stuck with her, `finally...' she thought `...a name to put with
that face.'
He scrambled to regroup his thoughts,
"...but its many things Jenna, its schedule, availability and allot of
things that go into this."
"Look Mike, I'm going to go ahead and tell you, YES, I am interested and
would like to talk more about it. But I'm going to get something off my
chest; you have obviously let your personal feelings get involved here..."
His inquisitive, questioning look made Jenna second guess what she was
going to say next, but his defensive posturing pushed her to flat out be
brutal with him,
"...and don't give me that `who me' look either, It's a known fact
you're butt has had the hots for that girl, for a long time. It was
obvious that clouded your judgment, seeing that I am closer to being
competition material then she is. I just hope that from this point forward
we can agree to be `honest' with each other." Jenna's look was hard and
intense, she was thru fucking around and Mike could tell he was going to
have to swallow every bit of her attitude in order to get her on board,
worse still, he hadn't gotten to the hardest part of his offer.
And so Mike just sat their and took it all in, he stared at her, not
really listening, his `male' instincts were beginning to take over as he
would rather visually absorb every inch of her deliciously sculpted body
then listen to all her crap. Jenna was a true powerhouse of female
strength and sexuality, she kept her naturally rich skin tone a deep tan,
almost to a rich golden bronze. Her powerfully, supple body bespoke a life
of physical training, square shoulder, breasts full and heavy. Mike knew
they rivaled Corbin's, perhaps surpassed them, but the icing on the cake
for him was her Chinese heritage, which added an exotic element to her
beauty. But his own longings aside, he had to disagree with Jenna, in fact
he believed her to be flat out wrong in her assessment of Corbin. Mike
felt like she was underestimating Corbin, not giving her a fair shake, and
that Corbin in many of her own qualities had some attributes that may even
surpass Jenna in some ways, `to close to tell' he thought.
So, in typical political fashion, Mike swallowed hard, discounting her
personal criticisms and simply grinned. "There is one other thing I need
to bring up."
"Hmmm" She casually replied, feeling good about `setting him straight'
as she saw it.
"I want this to be a team effort." His head lowered about an inch as his
eyes strained to study her facial reaction, although her eyes were well
hidden behind those damn sunglasses.
She paused; more like froze and slowly tapped on the side of her bottle
of water. "I already have a trainer in mind." She seemed to speak with
little regard to what he might be thinking.
"You and Corbin will be working together." He just said it, without
hesitation or buildup. `No more bullshit and games, she has to know my
real intentions here.' He thought, sitting up straight with a determined
look to gain some control over this entire situation.
"The hell we will." Jenna almost snapped and turned, her face tensing
with some degree of irritation, she was suddenly aware of her loss of
composure and it only added to her increasing state of anger.
Mike was through bullshitting around and cowering to her requests.
"I have too much to risk in putting it all on the line for one girl.
What if you get injured..."
"Don't make me laugh!" She chuckled with an angry tone, shifting in her
chair her strong forearms gripping the sides of the chair with increasing
effort, as her right leg flexed and crossed over her left, her calves and
most of her thighs exposed by her short spring dress.
"Not good enough." Mike replied, his own tone tense with frustration,
now because they were talking about money, an investment on his part. He
was going to be footing the bill here and it was time that was made clear.
"Corbin isn't sure she wants to compete, but if something happens to
you, I need a backup and you two have the best potential and working
together..."
"Isn't going to happen." Jenna swiped her water bottle off the table and
screwed the cap on tight as if preparing to depart.
Mike played his final hand and he stood up abruptly, actually catching
Jenna a little off guard as her head jerked upright with surprise.
"Have it your way, don't work together, as a matter of fact, you can do
it your own way...all the way, if you catch MY drift." Mike stepped off to
the right to head back to the gym...but paused for second...waiting and
watching.
Jenna's full chest, pressed outward from underneath her tight bra and
dress, swelling with anger as she clenched her left fist, her muscles
flexing from her forearm up thru her biceps as her eyes narrowed with every
word that rolled off his tongue.
"I am going to call a meeting with Corbin in about a week, I'll let you
know when and where. If your in, feel free to attend. If not, good luck."
And he quickly turned and walked away.
Slowly her left hand came up and peeled the sunglasses from her face,
her eyes piercing thru the casual shoppers strolling along the sidewalk as
she settled back into the chair.
The sun was coming up and the heat of the day was beginning to make it's
presence known as tiny droplets of sweat formed on her arms and smoothly
shaven legs. With her legs crossed, her tight muscular inner thighs rolled
and pressed out the first sweat of the day as the sun continued it's
burning climb into the sky. She re-crossed her legs, bringing her left up
over her right, enjoying the slick, sweaty sensation of skin on skin; it
distracted her a bit too much and she caught herself and quickly slid her
glasses back on and stood up, shaking out her legs and pulling on her
dress, as her defined butt cheeks clenched against it's tight confines.
Throwing her water bottle into a nearby trashcan she walked to her car in
disgusted frustration.
It was about mid morning before either girl climbed out of bed and made
it to the breakfast table.
"Corbin?" Sharon said softly while sitting at the table dipping her
spoon in and out of her cereal bowl. Corbin hesitated, then looked up from
a toasted pop-tart she was picking at, "Yeah?"
Sharon let out a big sigh and slumped her shoulders, it was becoming
allot harder to ask then she thought. "Are you avoiding...like...hanging
out with me or any of my friends?"
Corbin was more then a little thrown off by the question, but she knew
exactly where Sharon was coming from, every time she had suggested a
night-out on the Town, whether just the two of them or in company, Corbin
had turned her down. `Sharon has good intentions.' Corbin thought, as she
had been trying get Corbin back into the `dating scene' ever since she
broke-up with Robert, `damn that was almost a year ago!' shocked by how
much time had gone by. He was Corbin's only serious boyfriend, they had
met in College and dated on and off for a couple of years, ultimately he
was devastated by her decision and they had argued thru all of her reasons;
like her needing space from the relationship while he wanted to get more
serious and then there was his constant pressure to have sex. Of course he
promised anything and everything if she would just give the relationship
another chance, but in the end her will to be free and find why her heart
had fled was the stronger pull. But Sharon's question had struck a guilty
cord in her, it was the only thing that really meant a damn to, her
friendship with Sharon, and the word `Friendship' didn't do it justice.
`We have a unusually close bond' smiling as she thought back to their rocky
beginnings in High School and how it simply seemed flourish from there.
Sharon's boyfriends always bristled with jealousy over how much time the
two them spent together and how close they were, even Corbin's boyfriend in
college, Robert, commented a time or two about a slight underlying
flirtation that seemed to sizzle just below the surface. Corbin also
recalled how that was the first time she ever really lost her temper and
got defensive with his insinuations, a subject he never brought up again.
`Poor fucking judgment at the time.' She thought, shaking her head in
irritation, knowing she had over reacted to his observations, mainly
because she knew their was allot truth in what he had said, just that
hearing out loud scarred her. In the years they had known each other they
never talked much about it, more like skirted the issue during
conversation; but their behavior towards each other all seemed to come
naturally, the way their two outwardly opposite personalities would
seemingly ignite and spark something internally, causing a natural flow of
sexual banter and innuendo.
"Hello!?" Sharon raised her voice.
"Oh I'm sorry..." Corbin snapped out of her daze.
"Did you hear me?" Sharon stopped spooning her cereal.
But she wasn't sure how to answer, so Corbin of course tried to bullshit
her way out. "No, not at all, I promise. You know my crazy schedule, and
I guess time has just gotten away from me". She new that was only a
fraction of the truth. Some of the so-called `friends' that Sharon selects
did not sit well with her, like this new girl `Tasha' that she had just met
the night before. `shit, suddenly it's getting complicated.' She thought.
"All right then," Sharon sat back in her chair as if preparing to push
the issue "Come out with me for some drinks this Friday night."
Corbin flashed her beautiful smile and sat back in the padded chair,
deciding to try and be optimistic about the whole thing. "Ok, that would
be nice." Nodding her head enthusiastically.
"Great, awesome! It's been so long since we've gotten out of the house,
together, you know?" Sharon looked genuinely happy and went back to eating
her breakfast, her head down, but still smiling. Corbin leaned forward and
went back to picking at her food, seemingly happy with the whole affair.
"I've really missed your company." Sharon quietly spoke, more to herself
it seemed as her tone had a self-reflective quality. Corbin's head slowly
came about, not expect that at all and it really threw her. Sharon was
still looking into her bowl, her spoon making little circles and her
infectious smile was now gone, replaced by a much more serious, somber
look. `Shit' Corbin quickly looked back down at her plate, unprepared for
the heavy turn of events. Clearing her throat, "Yeah, I've uh...I know
what you mean..." her voice weakened and she didn't try and finish her
sentence. Sharon wearily looked up, noting the slightest waver in Corbin's
tone, she could even see the change in skin tone just a bit. Sharon's left
hand reached across the short span separating them and gripped the fingers
of Corbin's right hand that was nervously playing with her napkin.
"Hey...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."
Sharon felt Corbin's fingers tighten around her own as she watched her
friend try and compose herself and look her in the face, her normally
intense hazel eyes softening just a bit,
"It's not your fault, really Sharon, I know I've been a lousy friend
lately, but I..."
"Stop right there, you don't have to promise me anything," Sharon
interrupted, her smile returning to her face, "You're still the best friend
I've ever had, so don't worry about anything like silly parties and going
out and all that bullshit..." Sharon's grip intensified as she leaned
across the table, her look turning even more serious, "...just be yourself,
that's what `I' love about you, and to hell with what anyone else thinks."
Those were the exact words of encouragement that Corbin needed hear, now
more then ever, and suddenly it felt like the weight of the world had
lifted a little off her shoulders. But with this sudden wave of relaxation
and calmness, she had let her defenses down just enough that an unexpected
emotional tidal wave crested that internal wall and her left hand quickly
came up to cover her face. `Damn it Sharon, why did you have to go and say
that.' She cursed to herself. Sharon remained leaning inward, frozen, her
body tensed as she thought Corbin' might be laughing? But she looked like
she might be crying!
Her face had turned red and Sharon watched her friend's body slump
forward as she tried to pull herself together. Sharon even winced when her
friend painfully gripped her fingers, but that was an after thought. She
sprang up from her chair to stand next to where Corbin was sitting and
leaned over pulling her head against her chest, Corbin had shifted in her
chair wrapping her own arms around Sharon's slender waist. Neither spoke a
word, it was unusual for Sharon to see Corbin loose her composure and her
nurturing, protective instincts would always kick in during these rare
instances. She never pushed for an explanation, she always left it up to
Corbin to choose when and where to open up and talk, and she always would,
but looking down and watching Corbin bury her face into her chest as her
strong arms pulled her tighter only made her desire to pry all the more
urgent.
"Ohhh baby" Sharon sighed as her hands gently cupped her friend's head.
As painful as it was to witness, Sharon experienced a strange arousal at
holding her friend so close during her heightened emotional state.
Corbin's left hand quickly moved up to brush the tears away as she pulled
herself together.
`It hurts so bad' Corbin thought, `keeping it all bottled up', and she
was so close to confessing every confusing, frustrating thought, but the
words wouldn't come. Worse still, the wonderfully, intoxicating fragrance
of Sharon's body and clothes pressed confusingly into her senses as she
felt the warm, full, soft bosom press sensually against her cheek.
Sharon's fingers continued to gently stroke Corbin's blonde tresses, with
an occasional palm stroking her neck and cheek.
"Thank you." Corbin choked out as she cleared her throat and settled
back into her chair.
"Ohh sweetie, anytime, you know that, no thanks necessary, you sure your
okay?" Sharon softly spoke, to which Corbin could only embarrassingly nod
`yes'. Unintentionally, as Corbin relaxed her grip, her hand dropped from
Sharon's back and her palm grazed over the form fitting shorts that adhered
to Sharon's round, left ass cheek. Sharon felt it and her eyelids dropped
a fraction of an inch as an erotic shiver reverberated thru her body, `and
did Corbin's hand linger just a little bit?' Sharon had to wonder, as she
flexed her tight ass muscles into Corbin's open palm in response, and
wondered if there was something beyond this touch and if Corbin felt it
too? Or was it just a chance occurrence passing between them. Corbin
slowly leaned away, her fingers slid over and away from the firm curvature
of Sharon's rear, something she had suddenly become aware of herself.
Leaning back, she placed her left elbow on the table, her head coming to
rest on her left palm as she smiled thru a lingering, flustered haze.
"One thing still frustrates me." Sharon frowned as she continued to
twirl a few blonde strands in her left hand, looking intently down at her
friend.
"What's that?" Corbin looked up concerned.
"All these years, and I still can't get you to do anything with your
hair!" Sharon smiled, and gave the captured strands of hair a slight yank.
"OW!" Corbin scrunched up her forehead, quickly Sharon's face lit up
with her goofy smile, the one that gets her out of almost any trouble and
took a step back releasing the captured strands. Corbin should have
expected that, Sharon's favorite pastime seems to be playfully taunting her
at any and every unexpected moment.
"I was also wondering..." Sharon quickly asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah?" Corbin leaned forward, a bit irritated.
"...are you going to finish eating that or you gonna play with it?"
Pointing at the toasted pop tart sitting on Corbin's plate. The two girls
just laughed and Corbin pushed the plate towards Sharon and made a `yuck'
face by sticking her tongue out. "You can have it."
The Friday that Corbin had promised to go out with Sharon finally rolled
around and the two girls were getting ready in their respective rooms.
Corbin was slipping on a white bra and thin lace thong over her smooth,
freshly shaven tan legs, she then put on her short dress that came down
about mid thigh, a little sexy but not too revealing. Sharon suddenly
popped around the corner, " You ready?........Holy Shit!!........" Sharon's
mouth dropped, "Is that the Corbin I know!?"
"OK! I'm not going if you're going to make fun of me!" Corbin placed
her lipstick down on the counter.
"Wha!??.........no..no...sweetie you misunderstand! You look
phenomenal, good god you make that outfit look HOT!"
Corbin blushed and picked the lipstick back up, "Thanks"
Applying her last bit of lipstick, Corbin smirks.
"Finally" She now recalls why she hates primping and going out, feeling
like she is on `display' for everyone.
Heading out into the night, Corbin never asked where they are going, she
didn't care, the two of them going out together made her feel better then
she had felt in months. The sun was setting faster now, as Sharon's car
wheeled in the direction of their old University campus.
"What are we doing here?" Corbin piped up.
"Just a little last fling at one of the Fraternity's, then well hit that
small tavern for a couple of drinks..."
"Sharon, you know I hate these things, good grief."
"Oh come on Corbin, it won't be but a few minutes, we won't stay long I
promise."
"Okay...Okay...I won't be the party popper." Corbin settled back into
the seat, resigned to `go along'.
The two women made their way into the party. Corbin socialized with
friends she had not seen in about a year and it felt good to mingle like
back in the college days. Her first clue that wearing such a provocative
outfit, given her figure and toned physique, might have been a mistake came
right after the tenth guy pestered her for a number, a date...anything at
all, just to be able to hang out with her. Her eyes kept darting up to the
clock as she noticed that their stay had extended well beyond Sharon's
promise, but she was having a pretty good time and a slight buzz helped
with that effort. Glancing down at her cup, it was time for a refill of
whatever was on tap at the old keg. Corbin paused in the kitchen to check
her makeup from a small mirror hanging on the wall, although as someone
entered from behind she self-consciously stopped her primping, slowly
turning around and was surprised to see Tasha standing there. The black
girl was decked out in a skirt, not too short, just a tad bit more then
Corbin's. Her top wrapped around to a knot on the side of her waist, but
it defiantly constrained her bosom, although accenting her full breasts
nicely. Tasha glanced down at her cup and finished off whatever the drink
was before placing it down on a nearby counter.
`Daaaaammnnn....' Tasha thought to herself, checking out Corbin in her
outfit, `...this girl does have one hell of a build on her.' For some
reason, unlike their first meeting, she was a little intimated and
concerned, but surprised at how the butterflies in her stomach were quickly
spreading, as her body felt a little warmer with every passing second.
The two women stared at one another, both somewhat slightly buzzed from
the alcohol. Not even Corbin's normally rational, logical mind could deny,
nor ignore whatever strange unspoken, competitive vibe was passing between
them. Tasha approached the counter that Corbin was leaning against and
stood within an inch, shoulder to shoulder, perhaps closer then one would
normally stand next to someone, but she was suddenly overcome by an
enormous rush of excitement and quickly averted her eyes, looking down to
her almost empty cup. To conceal her nervousness, Tasha attempted to make
herself look busy so as not to draw attention to herself or the two of
them, now standing side-by-side but facing opposite directions.
`Anything is possible' Tasha thought standing there with just the right
mix of alcohol and attitude, putting her on a fast track to a nice little
confrontation. She was determined to confront Corbin and with a little
luck, find out what was beneath that quiet exterior. `Sometimes, we have
to make our own opportunities.' Tasha rationalized as she busied herself,
pouring another drink as the two stood in a moment of uncomfortable
silence. When all of the sudden, Corbin felt Tasha's bare, meaty shoulder
briefly press and rub into her own. Being in such close proximity, both
girls were picking up the scent of the other; the lingering smells of sweat
and perfume from a house that was overcrowded with not enough air to
circulate, providing for a sensual intoxication that filled both of their
senses. Corbin glanced over to her right and picked up a faint sheen of
sweat that radiated off the girl's dark skin; being so close, Corbin got a
better look at her face, the girl had strong cheek bones, her nose was
dainty and somewhat pointed, very unusual for a black women of such dark
skin; `and a nice body' Corbin thought. Tasha was also blessed with a pair
of gorgeous breasts that were very large and full, they didn't appear to
sag at all; sitting up on her chest, they bounced with every movement of
her body, in comparison they were slightly bigger then Corbin's. Corbin
however, was willing to bet hers were firmer and a faint knowing smile
crossed her lips as she lowered her head shamefully, `Mine are firmer?
Where the hell did that come from?' her left hand shot up and rubbed the
alcohol induced daze from her eyes, trying to simultaneously put such
thoughts out of her mind. `There it is...' Corbin noted, concentrating a
bit more, she could sense this air of tension between them, but she just
chalked the competitiveness to the fact that both were strong women; Where
Corbin kept a tight lid on her inner strength and Tasha seemed to display
hers for the world to see.
Tasha started to speak, but her voice was nervous. almost trembling
with anticipation and she wasn't sure if the words would come out at all.
"You want to finish our conversation?" and sure enough, it had an
underlying husky, breathy quality. She sure as hell didn't want to talk to
this girl, `maybe this is how it happens' Tasha thought when two strong
women meet and size one another up, but don't know how to consummate their
competitive desires.
"Sure..." Corbin sighed and slowly brought the cup up to her full pink
lips and Tasha watched her sip the juices, her tongue slipped out for a
second, lapping up a loose droplet hanging off her perfect bottom lip.
Tasha gasped and quickly looked away, her nipples hardening beyond anything
she had ever felt, she pressed her hips into the edge of the counter,
almost wishing it was a few inches lower so her womanly mound could feel
the pressure.
Corbin had to admit, she was feeling somewhat flustered and a little
uneasy. `Can't be anything more then just typical first time jitters when
talking with someone.' She thought. In any case, Corbin had hesitated in
her response and didn't immediately follow up with any more dialogs. But
it was all one's perception as Tasha was now fishing for an excuse, not
conversation tonight, and Corbin's hesitation seemed more in line with that
`I'm too good to open up and talk to you' attitude she had come to expect
from this white chick. Combined with `her cool attitude that she didn't
seem to let anything faze her, and why the fuck is she so secretive?' No
matter what she said or how she behaved, Corbin had this way of throwing
Tasha's game and making her feel uncomfortable.
Tasha turned her head to the right and looked the blonde up and down,
she was primed and ready to take the next step and tilted her head in close
to Corbin's right ear,
"You know..." Corbin tensed and tilted her head away a fraction of an
inch upon feeling Tasha's warm caressing breath on the outside of her ear,
"...I get the feeling you don't like me, or just maybe, we don't like each
other."
Her eyes leveled hard on the side of Corbin's face, looking for some
type of reaction, almost praying for something to delve into what was
between her and this girl. Corbin's facial muscles tensed up at such a
direct question `or is that a challenge' she thought?'
"Really? I hadn't noticed." Corbin regained her composure, relaxing her
shoulders while her hand nervously fingered her empty container, trying to
play it `cool' for now. Corbin suspected Tasha was the type to confront
any issue head on, with little regard for how she did it, nor for the
potential outcome.
`Hadn't fucking noticed? My ass!' Tasha fumed internally.
From the farthest corner of Corbin's right eye, she could make out a
faint smile cross Tasha's lips. `Here is comes.' Corbin's subconscious
warned.
"Sharon says your kind of quiet, I say you're a stuck up bitch." The way
Tasha said it, you think she was paying her a compliment, especially the
way she smiled while she spoke.
Finally, Corbin leaned forward a couple of inches, her defined neck
tilting back with some new air of confidence that caught Tasha's attentive
eyes.
"I suppose those with a narrow mind and quick to judge, may come to that
conclusion."
Tasha stepped away from the counter, her long slender legs flexing with
irritation as she stepped almost directly in front of Corbin who remained
almost reclining back against the counter top.
"You think I'm wrong? Prove it, because your actions sure convey that
of a...."
"Watch what you say." Corbin quickly cautioned, still speaking in a
calm, purposeful tone, but her expression had become slightly sour, while a
spark of life flickered behind her eyes to let Tasha know she was treading
on dangerous ground. Yet, watching this outwardly quiet girl stir to life
was more then getting Tasha a little excited, `but if I don't play it just
right, this could fucking blow up in my face' and she worried about things
getting out of hand and worse still...Sharon finding out.
"Is it because I'm black?" Tasha decided to throw that zinger out there
for good measure.
Corbin was so stunned by that remark she hesitated her mouth slightly
ajar.......Tasha sensed the hesitation and let a faint smile slip past her
lips. Pushing off from the counter Corbin took a step forward; it was a
subconscious movement that didn't initially register with her at the
moment. "You would go there, but the answer is no...and stop trying to pin
your hang-ups on me."
Tasha also stepped in closer, their pupils cautiously judging one
another. "So what is it then?" The black girl slowly put her hands on her
hips. Corbin felt her face flush once again as she thought back to the few
confrontations she has had in her past, but nothing like the one in High
School with Taylor, and Corbin feared that given Tasha's demeanor, it could
very well go down that same path. Both women stared deeply into one
another's eyes, probing for something as both had all their defenses up.
While Corbin's sight never left Tasha's face, she didn't miss the taught
arms and curve of the girl's hips and how her long elegant fingers gripped
her waist and dug into the thin material of her dress that hugged her
voluptuous body. But Corbin had quickly begun to collect her thoughts.
Leaning in so their faces where only inches apart, Tasha forced a slight
smile on her mouth to help hide her angry trembling lips, "We'll I know
it's not my imagination they way you give me a slight-of-shoulder attitude,
or maybe your just a rude bitch to everyone that doesn't fit into your
lily-white world."
Corbin just stood their, not moving a muscle, thinking...contemplating,
while Tasha prayed she would take it to the next level, aching for it, to
see if this chick had the back bone to go at it.
Suddenly, with her mind now made up, Corbin spoke, "The problem with
you, is that you can't leave well enough alone and if someone doesn't like
or think things ought to be the way you see it, then `their' the one with
the problem. The sooner you get `over it' or get that `chip' knocked off
your shoulder, the happier your miserable life is going to be..." Corbin
tilted her head towards the kitchen entryway, "...Now, why don't you the
smart thing for once and.......walk.......away." Corbin's full, sultry lips
formed the word `away' in a slow manner, conveying an underlying warning.
Tasha's heart was pounding harder with every cutting insult that rolled
off the blonde's tongue, to the point it felt like a jackhammer, pounding
so hard that a gasket was about to blow, her blood coursed thru her veins
so fast and hard, it felt like rushing water thru her ears drums. `Never
has anyone, especially some white chick told me off like this, and I know a
threat when I hear it, `chip on my shoulder' my fucking black ass.' But
Tasha was panicking as Corbin was shutting down the conversation with her
last comment and she felt like she had only one desperate option to play
out next. But it was also at this particular moment that she felt how wet
her panties had become as their heated exchange was escalating way beyond
anything she had hoped for. It was also unlike anything she had ever
experienced with any other women as her own sexual urges had started to
compromise every bit of better judgment, causing her to glance down and
notice Corbin's nipples protruding sharply thru her shirt. Tasha was
shocked to see how her own nipples were also fully erect, their firmness
pressing painfully against her outfit making their presence known as these
two women inched closer, each feeling the heat radiating off the other's
body they had come within close proximity to one another.
Tasha eyelids lowered slightly, an alluring look passing over her face
as she squared up her shoulders, her hands still firmly gripping the sides
of her lean, tight hips, as her round, heavy breasts expanded with
intimidating effectiveness. She smiled as the words seemed to formulate
with a sarcastic edge,
"I know about you, and how everyone is suppose to be sooooo impressed
with you as some *star* athlete." Tasha leaned in, her eyes narrowed,
watching as Corbin continued to stair straight ahead, but the smell of
perfume and fragrance off the blonde's hair and body only seemed to excite
and arouse Tasha the closer she got. Corbin was feeling pretty good, the
`buzz' boosted her spirits adding a slight cockiness to her normally quiet
demeanor. Still, she fought to keep her slightly inebriated mind from
tempting her into some type of showdown with this girl.......but then it
happened. Tasha had raised her left arm up as the back of her hand stroked
Corbin's strong bicep, even with all the bravado she was laying down,
Corbin could tell Tasha was nervous, she was sweating profusely, and her
eyes nervously shifted from her hand to Corbin's body. Still, Corbin
twisted her right shoulder just enough to break off the contact.
Tasha smiled at Corbin's withdraw, "Let's you and I go
somewhere...private...to finish discussing this." She sighed as a shudder
spread thru each girl's body. Tasha's body felt like it was on fire as she
stepped back and cautiously moved towards the door and out of the kitchen.
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