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Saga of Corbin and Sharon: Part 3 Conflict and Cofusion.
By Jim
`This is crazy...this is crazy...this is crazy.' Corbin kept telling
herself as she stared down at the empty cup. With a sigh she tossed the
cup at a garbage can that was overfilling with discarded beer cans and
pizza boxes. Cautiously she peered out into the hallway, expecting Tasha
to be no where in site, `This girl is just fucking with you.' Corbin
thought. But her heart skipped a beat, as she was standing down the hall
at the bottom of the stairs, her right arm draped over the banister like
some mythical character from a time gone by where confrontations are
settled one-one-one, with challenges much like the one Tasha had surely
laid down at her feet. Their eyes locked onto one another and Tasha's big
beautiful eyes beckoned for her to follow, if she dared. It was a snap
decision, not made in the best frame of mind, but Corbin slowly came out
into the hallway, her chest swelled as her pects tensed and her whole body
felt alive, sensual and powerful as she actually performed her own
confident strut, her shoulders squaring up to her full height, as her heart
pounded in her chest as she closed the gap. Tasha continued to stare
hateful daggers at her oncoming opponent, `Fucking bitch' her mind erupted
with a series of foul insults, when she quickly turned away, knowing the
blonde would not be far behind. `Let's get his over with.' Tasha told
herself, finally after the longest time, her fighting instincts were coming
back to life.
Corbin followed without missing a beat as she headed up the stairs, a
quick glance over her shoulder told her they were going unnoticed, `thank
goodness' she was relieved. Tasha located an empty room, somewhat isolated
and quickly entered, hitting the light switch to a small lamp that dimly
lit the room. Corbin stepped into the room as Tasha spun around on her
heels, "You had better come in here prepared to do more then talk." The
black girl started in almost immediately.
"I didn't think you were really interested in talking." Corbin said,
`was that me or the alcohol talking?' she smirked to herself as she slowly,
nervously closed the door and let the knob release until the latch caught,
her feet felt rooted to the ground for a few seconds, almost afraid to
move, wondering why she didn't open the door and walk away, this was not
like her at all. Finally, she turned, her high heels shifting against the
bare wooden flooring as she looked up. On some level, Corbin was still
trying to figure this out, it just didn't make any sense, her fight with
Taylor seemed logical, explainable, nothing about this made any sense to
her, `For God's sakes! She's even friends with Sharon!' Corbin's puzzled
mind deliberated.
Tasha stepped in closer and the two women came to be only inches apart,
her beautiful black body glistened with nervous, anticipating sweat as she
witnessed a flicker of doubt in Corbin's eyes, a beautiful moment as far as
Tasha was concerned and one she aimed to capitalize on.
This was a private confrontation that Tasha's super heated body was
primed and ready for, taking a deep breath her chest swelled with pride and
anticipation. The room upstairs seemed to only further remove them from
the distractions downstairs, the faint distant bass of music playing in the
background, distant voices of the party mingling downstairs seemed further
away then ever before and Corbin felt a bead of sweat trickle down the back
of her neck before stopping at the strap of her lace bra. Worst of all,
she remembered Sharon, `She's just downstairs, what would she think of all
this?' Corbin knew she wouldn't approve, she was breaking a promise to
Sharon she had made years ago about never getting into another fight with
another girl and it saddened her.
Corbin's head lowered, her eyes peering up cautiously.
Tasha's own head came down, her eyes peering upward with an expression
that mirrored that of her opponent's, that's all she saw standing across
from her now, `an opponent'. But a faint, knowing smile crept onto Tasha's
full, dark, moist lips, accompanied by a look that told Corbin everything
she needed to know now; no matter what, this girl would never let up on
her, for whatever reason she had picked her and she would never stop until
they had it out.
Corbin took a long, deep breath, her chest expanding painfully against
the confines of her white, lace bra as she raised her head upward and
finally decided to cross that line.
Tasha's body trembled with anticipated excitement as she read the new
found determination in the white girls eyes, `Finally, I'm getting thru to
her' she thought as her tummy fluttered and she shifted her feet on the
floor to steady herself, this time preparing herself for something,
anything. Corbin's gorgeous hazel eyes narrowed, without saying a word her
body language did her talking for her as her head cocked to one side and
her muscular arms briefly waved to her side in a `bring-it-on' gesture.
She then straightened up her back and squared her shoulders so she gained
an ever so slight height advantage, deciding to try and take the offensive;
"You seem to be aching for some type of confrontation with me......well
fine...I'm here." Corbin completely threw ball into Tasha's court now.
Tasha began to note a new air of confidence within Corbin....and now
there was some anger and fire in the girl's gaze that was not there before,
as exciting as it was, it also gave her a great deal to be concerned about.
As if on some silent signal, both women inched forward, their breasts
almost lining up evenly, although Corbin's were just a hair bit higher,
while Tasha's were slightly bigger. But Tasha had something completely
different in mind and suddenly stepped forward again, just enough that her
nipples came into contact with that of the blonde's, just the nipples -
nothing else. Their silky thin bras and dresses prevented any real
contact, but the effect was still electrifying and it took Corbin a moment
to remember to breath as her body shuddered defensively. Obviously, she
could see a similar effect on Tasha body and face. But Tasha was good and
ready - she swayed backwards just enough so that only the nipples remained
in contact as their eyes stayed locked, though her expression had changed.
The challenge from the black girl had become something more concrete,
mysterious, and maybe even dangerous making Corbin tremble as she felt her
momentum slipping away. This new experience was going to test her further
then anything her High School tussle with Taylor ever did. The question,
`am I ready?' now taunted her mind. Sexually heated and confused, Corbin
was unprepared for any type of sexual confrontation with this girl and
could feel the pores open up as the sweat coated her tense, athletic body,
her dress beginning to uncomfortably stick to her skin. And at the moment
she felt her pink, long nipples grow and harden, as hard as she could ever
remember she panicked, stepping back as her shocked and unprepared nipples
cried out in relief at the sudden dual they had been thrust into.
"You've got something to settle with me? Fine, but I'm not here to play
out some perverted fantasy of yours." Corbin sneered, but it was a
difficult facade to maintain as she felt her full, round chest swell, her
pink aureoles and nipples fully, painfully erect behind the soft lining of
her bra. Her brow knotted in discomfort, `oh fuck not now' Corbin
shamefully thought, but the more she tried to put it out of her mind the
harder they got. The tips of her hard nubs grazed the silk lining of her
undergarment, aggravating them even further sending a shudder thru her
body, deep into her loins as she felt like she might have swooned for a
second at the moisture building within her vagina.
Tasha allowed a humorous smile to faintly creep across her lips, but
came short of a gasp herself when she looked down and saw the intimidating
imprint this girls long nipples behind the confines of her dress, stabbing
offensively at her; `not even her bra and dress can barely contain this
cunts nips' Tasha sexually overheated mind lusted.
Quickly she looked up and snapped, "Get off your fucking high-horse and
stop acting like this is all beneath you" the words almost seemed born of
some jealous frustration. "Let's just see if your woman enough to put it
on the line, especially when confronted with a skinny black girl from the
other side of the river." Tasha's patience was quickly coming to an end.
Corbin huffed in frustration as her senses and mind were spinning with some
deep primal desire that conflicted with ever sense of decency in her and
she fought hard to maintain her composure.
"I want to see those beautiful arms of yours at work, I'm dying to know
how strong those muscles really are." Tasha finally said.
Corbin sighed unsurely at this girl's bizarre obsession with her, but
felt resigned to have it out and get it over with, "You sure you want
this?" Corbin tilted her head and tried to keep a smile in check although a
slight cockiness slipped thru her comment, but she didn't have to wait long
for her answer as she watched with bewildered amazement as Tasha's lean,
toned arms came up. The girls glistening, toned body tensing for the
upcoming test of strength. She hesitated as if still not convinced this
was all playing out in front of her, never had she been in a `duel' before
with another girl, `a test of strength, that is' and on some deep level it
excited her; and she so indulged, bringing up her left, then her right
hands slowly. Corbin's eyes grew a little wider, feeling her heart
pounding harder, deep within chest as her tongue came out and wiped a fine
mist of sweat off her upper lip. Their palms pressed together, lightly at
first as Tasha could feel the tremble radiate out from Corbin's hesitating
touch and it was electrifying, unlike anything she had ever experienced,
she could actually feel all of the bent up hostility within this white girl
waiting to be released. It scarred and excited her at the same time as she
compared their bodies; Corbin's lighter skin, with her defined muscles,
just oozing sensual female strength, while Tasha's own tawny, tight, lean
black arms tensed in comparison. Uneven as it appeared, she ached for
every bit of it, for in Tasha' mind this was only the start of it, and her
evil mind had a game plan regarding this little test of might. Corbin on
the other hand was doing all she could to just fight off the nervousness in
the pit of her stomach and the trembling in her fingers, hands and arms as
she watched Tasha's fingers spread wide, inviting her to lock their
fingers. Corbin followed suite and watched as her twitching, nervous
fingers open, allowing Tasha's black talons to slip in-between her spread
fingers. The contact was a little too intimidating then Corbin had
anticipated and her lips trembled; Tasha let go her own deep sigh as she
eagerly watched Corbin engage her own grip, their fingers now pressing
tightly into the back of the others palms.
The two women could feel the faintest bit of resistance as they adjusted
and readjusted their fingers, preparing themselves.
Finally, Corbin spoke first...
"How do you want to......Ahh!!" Corbin yelped in shock.
Tasha didn't wait around for some polite signal to begin, she had
immediately gone on the offensive, throwing everything she had into it,
leaning up on her toes so the back of her heels lifted off the ground
almost an inch. Caught completely by surprise, Corbin stumbled and did all
she could to regain her footing, all the while her wrists went from
straight up to a painful forty-five degree angle. Her back arched trying
to compensate as her head tilted back a fraction of an inch, her facial and
neck muscles knotted in frustrated determination trying to stop Tasha's
powerful onslaught. `Bitch' Corbin's face flushed with anger for
underestimating this girls' inclination for the underhanded.
`Just a little more.' Tasha kept telling herself, pumping herself up,
trying to drive her opponent back. Watching Corbin's wrists bend, but then
her momentum slowed, her face tensed and trembled with exhausting effort
until amazingly she was stopped dead in her tracks. A faint grunt slipped
from Corbin's lips as she had brought Tasha to a dead standstill. Corbin's
strong thighs and calves rippled with strength showing no signs of giving
and inch. Tasha quickly calculated she would have to use `whatever' it
took to beat this girl, `nothing was off limits now' she joyously
anticipated. Corbin's eyelids fluttered, as she let her mind drift away,
pretending she was elsewhere, at the gym working one of her routines, she
quickly tried to zone out and focus on the task at hand. Gritting her
teeth, her jaw line flexed as every muscle running the length of her arm
coiled with power. From her own twisted vantage, Tasha found the power and
energy radiating between their connected palms to be as thrilling and
dangerous as she had hoped for. She could almost feel the momentum
building as Corbin was indeed beginning to live up to her reputation, but
it didn't keep Tasha from pouring every last bit of effort into it as her
eyelids were now half shut and her black skin glistened with droplets of
sweat. `Fuucckkkk' her trembling lips mouthed silently as her arms began
to feel that burning sensation, almost immediately followed by a fearful
shudder throughout her aching limbs. Feeling her wrists forced back to an
upright position, Tasha threw her last bit of full strength at trying to
momentarily hold the position, nevertheless, she gasped and grunted, and
even a trickle of spit escaped over her bottom lip when her wrists
continued to be achingly bent towards her. She watched with envious,
lusting, hatred as Corbin's amazing muscles, rippled and danced with power
from her chest, shoulders all the way thru her arms, glistening like a
well-oiled machine. Her hands continued their backward slide, as her
tendons were being stretched dangerously close to their limits. Tasha felt
her whole body burn with sweat, pouring down her legs and over her heaving
chest as her body and knees bowed backward, as each wrist continued their
painful journey back, her flickering eyes looked across, slightly upward
now as she watched Corbin, staring right at her, almost thru her in a
trance like state. Tasha began to panic as it was all coming to end allot
quicker then she anticipated, her groans and cries coming faster and
louder, while Corbin's own heavy breathing was coming in some sort of
rhythm.
`Sometimes you have to loose the battle to win the war' Tasha calculated
and called on some last ounce of reserve, her black quivering black buns,
thighs and calves tensed as she let her arms give just enough. Corbin
sensed the sudden ease in pressure and went for the kill.
But what she felt next caused her to gasp aloud, her eyes opening wide
as Tasha pushed her full chest up, taking the fight to her next stage,
`hopefully it's not too late'. With her concentration suddenly broken,
Corbin's body tensed and for a second time, her now fully engorged nipples
stabbed painfully into this girls challenging breasts. Tasha continued to
push upward so they both could feel the increased compression against their
swollen mammaries, causing Corbin to mentally stumble and hesitate ever so
slightly at the erotically charged pressure on her full, female bosom. But
the hesitation was just enough to give Tasha a little bit of room to
recuperate and get her footing, while her wrists were still bent, she had
changed the rules just enough that she might emerge from this a draw or
even, dare she contemplate, victorious. Tasha's street fighter instincts
kicked in and she read the conflict within Corbin's eyes, reenergizing her
own efforts, as the two women now exchanged heated stares thru burning,
sweat filled eyes as their fully, erect nipples bored directly against one
another. In her distracted state, Corbin glanced down and saw her cleavage
protruding up the top of her dress as Tasha continued to increase the
pressure on her firm tits. A curious comparison caused her eyes to dart
across and was immediately satisfied to watch Tasha's own heavily sweat
soaked black breasts showing signs of loosing ground, as they also
ballooned outward, from the top and sides of her thin, skimpy dress.
"I guess those perky white breasts your so proud of aren't so firm after
all..." Tasha glanced up from their dueling chests, taunting Corbin's now
shaken confidence,
"...seems their getting a good smashing by my bigger, firmer black
beauties."
Corbin's heart pounded harder in her chest as she tried to block out
everything, in fact both women could feel the racing of each others hearts
as their aching, swollen chests pressed tightly against one another. But
Corbin still had her wits about her and could read some discomfort
radiating off of Tasha's sweaty, glistening face; a slight tremble in her
jaw line and drooping eyelids conveyed an underlying signal that her own
breasts had more then what it took to see this thru. Determined to rise
above the verbal volleying that Tasha seemingly thrived on, Corbin used
action instead of words and shifted forward with a short step and pressed
in; A moan came deep from within her lungs from the shock that her hard
nipples received, Corbin couldn't deny that she was in a great deal of pain
herself. Amazingly, she could feel thru the thin lining of their dresses,
Tasha's hard black daggers pressing back into her own and at that instant
she felt her vaginal muscles contract as her female juices beginning to
leak out and dampen the lining of her panties, sending sexual shivers up
her back and tummy. Tasha's breasts felt like they were ready to explode,
the increased challenge from Corbin forced a grunt from her chest and
throat, her eyes slammed shut as her head tilted back slightly, `Ohhh my
fucking god, my tits are killing me.' she privately admitted, her legs
starting to admit their own weakening state as a slight tremble worked it's
way up her legs and thru he arms. Tasha tried to block out the conflicting
pain and thrill of feeling her full, heavy breasts being smashed against
her chest; a similar intense sexual pleasure that bordered on pain radiated
out from the tips of her breasts as she could feel Corbin's long, hard
nipples boring head on into her own, with no sign of giving. Her own pussy
had begun to throb long ago when Corbin first entered the room and by now
her hard clit had emerged from it's sheath, rubbing against the lining of
her wet panties, her head tilted back another degree as her sighs and moans
came faster, robbing her of precious concentration and strength.
Corbin struggled to stay focused, but it was getting harder to do, as
she watched and waited for some sign, while only their deep, moaning gasps
seemed to fill the room now. She noticed that Tasha had even stopped her
verbal insults at this point and then she thought she felt a slight waver
in the black girl's body, as pain formerly etched in Tasha's facial muscles
seem to almost mix with a slight degree of pleasure; Now seemed as good a
time as any, and Corbin refocused on the original task at hand, she shifted
her feet, spreading her bare legs apart a few more inches and to her
surprise the cool air in the room tickled across the surface of her heated,
sweat soaked inner thighs. Her eyes stayed wide and focused this time as
she pushed up and out till their arms were spread out in the formation of a
cross and Corbin gritted her teeth, "I've had about enough of this crap
from you bitch." Corbin couldn't believe the words coming out of her OWN
mouth, maybe she wasn't above all of the trash talking after all, but no
matter now.
"Fuck you...cunt." Tasha groaned, trying to snap out of her lusting
trance, her voice coming out in a long and low husky voice,
"Aggghhhhhhhhh.....fuck" Tasha cried out, unable to contain the pain in her
chest and arms as it was like she was now trying push against a fucking
brick wall, and the wall was now pushing back!
`fuuuuckkkk, this girl is soooo strong', Tasha brain and body were being
wracked in agonizing, exhausting pain.
"You wanted this, you couldn't leave it alone, well now you got it!"
Corbin huffed as she flexed her shoulders and pushed, like a rolling wave,
her back muscles knotted up from the base of her back up to her neck.
"...uugghhhhhhhh......gaawwdddd....daaammnnn..." Tasha moaned as she
felt her wrists bend back as Corbin's fingers painfully dug in the back of
her palms while her arms and legs, having reached near exhaustion began
their involuntary tremble under Corbin's power. "Oh
god....nuuu......nooooo....fuck..y....." Tasha felt her arms give, her
nipples dropping several inches below Corbin's, as first her left, then
right knee began to give out. Forcing her eyes to look up, she found
herself staring into pair of blazing hazel eyes, boring into her with hated
determination. `This isn't the same meek girl anymore' Tasha told herself,
and yet on some deeper level she reveled at having finally extracted so
much ferocity out of this incredible woman, even in her impending defeat,
her hatred was now matched by some hell born lust for this girl. Had she
had the strength, she would have sunken to another level of dirty-fighting
and kneed this white bitch right into her crotch, but every bit of strength
felt wrung from her body and her own leg muscles defied her will to act.
And then the worst happened, Tasha's left knee met the floor and then her
right, as her wrists were almost near their breaking point, her face masked
in sweat and pain as Corbin now towered over her, even if she wanted to
disengage she couldn't, Corbin's fingers had a grip that was so strong,
unlike anything she had ever felt before. "Fuck you." Tasha hissed.
Corbin suddenly let her grasp of Tasha's right hand go, and to Tasha's
surprise, her right arm, numb and spent, simply flopped to her side; every
bit of strength zapped from it's muscles, as Corbin's left hand came around
and took hold of the back of her head, pulling her hair painfully.
"Ahhhhhh....uuggghhhh..." Tasha gasped in a long low moan as her head
was pulled back, this powerful white girl now leaning down closer to her
face, Tasha's eyes darted off to the left and watched her wrist bent to the
point of no return. Corbin easily manipulated and controlled her arm now
as her face was also controlled by the painful tug of hair on her back. On
her knees, exhausted, and in excruciating pain she was now at the
humiliating mercy of this white bitch; Tasha had never hated anyone so much
in her life, nor ironically lusted for someone as bad. It was a strange
mix of passion and pain that radiated thru her body.
"Is this what you wanted?" Corbin eyes blazed with fire as she seethed
the words between her angry clenched teeth.
Tasha's full lips parted, her tongue nervously tried to moisten her
trembling lips as she felt gasping air of her own moans rush in and out of
her mouth with every twist or turn of the wrist by this powerful woman
hovering over her.
"Don't ever speak to me again and if your lucky....I won't tell Sharon,
if you really even gave a damn about that." But Corbin suddenly heard
something and her heart skipped a beat, and then Tasha heard it herself,
maybe two or three people shuffling down the hall to the door.
Nevertheless, fate somehow stepping in to give her a respite was suddenly
welcome.
The people were seemingly upon the door now and the girls broke off from
one another completely. Corbin let go, stepping back as her hands
released, coming up and out to her sides in a gesture that almost resembled
that of victory. Tasha's body slumped, her firm rear resting on the back
of her reels as her head fell forward, strands of hair falling in front of
her face, her body shaking and quivering from exhaustion and emotion. Her
left hand came up to cover her face, trembling so bad from Corbin's painful
clutches she didn't know how she managed to control it, but more so to
cover the tears that were washing down her cheeks `I...I...can't believe I
lost.' Feeling her strength and even her breasts crushed under the strength
of this girl was almost too much to bear, but she was forced to pull
herself together as the door flung open and a couple barged in. Corbin
turned and quickly wiped the sweat from her brow and chest with the back of
her hands in a franticly attempt to compose herself while making a quick
exit past the confused and bewildered couple. Tasha somehow struggled to
her feet, swaying for a moment on unsteady legs, her arms and fingers still
partially numb as blood quickly returned.
"Oh were sorry" the couple said in unison, "we didn't know this room was
taken." They both smiled and laughed a bit at the unexpected site.
Tasha quickly bolted from the room and out the door, the couple shutting
the door behind them, still wide-eyed by the sight they had just come upon.
Tasha's steps felt unsure, her legs wobbly and her mind swimming with a
mixture of confused hatred while a bitter taste of humility rose in the
back of her throat, bordering on nauseousness. The image of her being
forced to her knees by another woman was more then she could stomach. She
looked up and saw Corbin standing at the top of the stairs, meticulously
adjusting her dress and hair before descending. The black girl stepped in
close as if she was to speak in the faintest of whispers although no one
else was around, each could feel the heat from the recent battle still
radiating off the others skin. Sweat bathing their bodies, while aching,
tender breasts seemed to rise almost in unison, both girls were breathing
heavily thru their mouths and nostrils; both picked up that arousing,
intense, musky odor of female sweat and even the faintest hint of another
wetness coating their inner thighs as their swollen labia's filled the
lining of their panties.
"I want to talk with you." Tasha voice shaky, unsure with a slightest
edge of lust, yet she knew her frame of mind was not good, and the
statement seemed born out of desperation.
Corbin finally glanced over, looking directly at her, her look still
harbored a level of ferociousness that caused Tasha's confidence to
shudder. "It's done." The blonde said, almost in a whisper.
"Bullshit." Tasha's face tensed, partly with anger and partly out of
emotion, she fought back the tears as her confused mind now raced in
circles. And then Corbin did something unexpected; her look turned soft,
almost probing to understand Tasha's dilemma, but suddenly she withdrew and
looked away, her eyes glancing over the crowd as she made her way down the
stairs, leaving Tasha standing in a state of despair. Tasha's left hand
came up to her face, her trembling hand and fingers wiping the sweat from
her upper lip before placing her hands on her hips, her body wracked with
uncontrollable spasms from being physically and emotionally humbled and now
she shook with a mix of emotions, more then could have ever imagined for
any woman or person. An ironic smile crossed her lips as a tear streaked
down from her right eye, "It's far from over girl....far from over."
Standing for a few more minutes trying to regain her composure before
heading back downstairs.
Sharon was in the main living room holding court with some girls and
guys, enthralled with being the center of attention as she spastically
dominated the conversation as usual. With a clear view of the stairs, she
caught a glimpse of Corbin hurriedly making her way down and suddenly stop
at the bottom, she appeared to glance around franticly, her head jerked in
several directions as her fingers nervously fidgeted with her dress.
Sharon's expression tensed and broke her conversation off abruptly to give
a wave, trying to catch her attention. Corbin sighed and tried to smile,
her face betrayed tension and Sharon quickly made some excuses, cutting in
and thru party members, making her way closer.
"What's wrong?" Sharon stepped up close, she could see the sheen of
sweat over Corbin's skin and she looked somewhat `wired'.
"I don't feel so well, maybe too much to drink." The back of Corbin's
right hand came up and nervously brushed some more beads of sweat off her
brow as Sharon set her cup down on a nearby end table taking Corbin's right
hand. "Do you need to rest, sit down, what?"
Corbin stopped looking around and with soft pleading eyes, "Can we go
home?"
Sharon's heart raced and ached that Corbin should feel so pained for
making such a simple request. Without hesitation, Sharon stroked her
friend's forearm, "Absolutely" and gave her a reassuring smile.
Corbin was so relieved, she thought Sharon would want to stay at the
party longer, "Thanks" Corbin's smile was more genuine this time.
The cool air felt good as they made their way down the back stairs,
Corbin even performed a slight shiver as the air shocked the lingering
sweat on her skin sending goose bumps over her arms, legs and back. Sharon
pressed the remote entry and the lights flashed as the doors unlocked. The
girls settled in, Corbin climbed into the passenger seat, pulling the seat
belt over her shoulder, but stopped short of snapping it; suddenly she
leaned across and put her weary head onto Sharon's shoulder, totally
catching Sharon off guard as Corbin rarely initiated affection like this.
"It's okay baby...it's okay." Sharon softly whispered, but wasn't sure
why she felt compelled to say that, it just seemed the right thing to do as
her right hand curled back and stroked her friend's head. "Just don't puke
on my dress, that's all I ask." Corbin chuckled and smiled, closing her
eyes as they sat in the back alleyway, the soothing vibration of the idling
engine almost lulling Corbin to sleep.
"Let's go home." Sharon smiled and put the car into "D".
It was a distant voice...then a faint nudge and her eyes flickered open;
her neck was stiff as she tried to sit up, the back of her bare legs
sticking to the warm leather seat.
"Huh..." Corbin looked around in confusion.
Sharon turned off engine and shifted in her seat taking a good look over
at her disoriented friend. Corbin fumbled with her hair and massaged her
stiff neck;
"Wow, I feel asleep?"
"Yep, god you're such a light weight." Sharon smirked looking at
Corbin's ragged, disoriented appearance. Her groggy eyes still wavering in
and out of sleep.
"Yeah..." Corbin sighed and smiled, "...already feel a headache starting
to come on. I just don't drink that much."
"That's why you need to get out more." Sharon teased.
"Okay, I'm ready." Corbin fumbled for the latch and the door swung open,
carefully she got out of the passenger seat and walked around to where
Sharon was waiting on the sidewalk, rocking back and forth on her heels,
amused at Corbin's disheveled appearance, and disorientation.
"Shit, I'm sorry about tonight Sharon." Corbin took a deep breath and
smiled while reaching around the back of her head and pulled out the clip
that was holding her blonde hair back. Shaking her head, her long blonde
strands fell loose about her face and neck.
"Ahhhhhh.......much better." Corbin smiled and turned towards the house,
Sharon casually strolled a few steps behind, watching Corbin do a little
hop on each foot as she yanked her high heels off, "That's better too!" She
gleefully exclaimed, flexing her now liberated feet.
The late hour dragged on their weary bodies, as Corbin slowly made the
climb up the stairs, her left hand dangling to her side clutching her
shoes, the cool surface of the steps felt good on her bare feet. Corbin
reached the top landing and turned her left shoulder to lean onto the
frame, waiting for Sharon to open the door, almost slumping a little as she
watched Sharon fumble for her keys, bitching and complaining about not
having them on the ready.
"Dammit, never find these damn things, always fucking somewhere in the
bottom, I need to clean half of this shit out one of these...."
"blah...blah...blah...blah...blah" Corbin mumbled to herself, rolling
her tired eyes.
Sharon suddenly stopped, her hand froze inside of her purse as her head
came around, eyes narrowing up with an accusatory stare,
"What was that? Was that directed at me?"
Corbin had this relaxed expression on her face, her sleepy eyes half
closed as her blonde tresses cascaded around her cheeks and neck. A
comical smile faintly crept onto her lips,
"What? I didn't say anything." Shrugging her shoulders innocently.
Sharon slowly pulled the key from her purse and slid it into the slot,
turning the deadbolt, all the while her head cocked in Corbin's direction
slightly, "Yeah, I thought so."
And forcefully pushed the door open, quickly walking in. Stopping a few
feet into the entry way, Sharon went back to digging thru her purse with
great irritation, pulling discarding wads of shopping receipts, "Don't need
that, that's from two years ago...holy shit! Look at this mess!"
Corbin walked by, pushing her right shoulder into her friends arm.
Sharon suddenly felt Corbin's soft caressing breath along the outside of
her ear, "Like I said, blah..blah...blah...bitch...bitch...bitch" her head
continuing to turn slightly as she slowly walked away giving a mocking
smile, as if she didn't have a care in the world.
Sharon's mouth dropped open as she looked up, her right arm went limp,
still barely clutching the strap of her purse between her fingers. Corbin
turned back around towards her approaching room, Sharon watched as Corbin
tilted her head from left to right singing out "Blah...Blah...Blah...Blah"
her blonde hair swaying back and forth mockingly. Sharon's pretty face
knotted up with irritation, her fist clenching the straps and rotating her
right arm, so as to swing her purse in the direction of the couch, where it
landed with a loud `Thud'. Quickly she strutted up next to her friend and
then cut sharply in front of Corbin, coming face to face and almost bumping
chests had Corbin not stopped in time.
"May I help you?" Corbin sarcastically toyed with her friend, her head
tilting to the left slightly, acting in curious shock.
"You know what? You're getting a sassy mouth on you and your getting
ready to `help yourself' into allot of trouble!" her face leaning in,
almost nose to nose, forcing Corbin to tilt her head back a bit.
Corbin slowly stepped to her right and went to walk around, but Sharon
brought her left arm up, palm slapping against the door frame blocking her
friend from getting into her room. Sharon slowly began strumming her
fingers along the painted surface of the frame, her long painted nails
making loud clicking noises as they tapped out their rhythm.
"Not so fast sweetie, you're not getting off that easy."
Corbin let her expression relax, her eyes drooping slightly, her right
hand came up so a couple of fingers could playfully twirl her hair. A
taunting smile crossing her full, moist lips as she was still pumped from
her confrontation with Tasha. Leaning back against the doorway, Corbin
crossed her bare legs, her left muscular calf rubbing up and down her right
shin.
`She must really be drunk' Sharon thought, `She never acts like this' it
actually threw Sharon off her game to watch Corbin poise seductively with
this alluring look.
"Don't bat those pretty eyes at me, and giving me that innocent look
isn't going to help." Sharon leaned in a bit more.
Not trusting her state of mind at the moment, Corbin awkwardly looked
away and blushed.
"Am I going to have to rough you up to get into my room?" Corbin
couldn't contain her smile, as her eyes remained transfixed on the ground.
"Oh yeah? Go for it baby..." Sharon also grinned, but slowly lifted her
arm in any case.
"...but...I'll let you off the hook this time."
Corbin glanced up and raised her eyebrows, mocking appreciation,
"Ohh...gee..thanks for sparing me." And stepped into her.
Sharon let out a deep sigh and smirked at the little mind games they
often played with one another.
"Good night." Sharon said as she turned her back and walked over to the
couch to retrieve her purse, Corbin slowly closed her door muttering to
herself, with an almost mixed chuckle "Whew that would have been two fights
in one night."
Sharon froze as she leaned over to grab her purse, her head spun around
so fast you thought someone had shocked her with a gun shot.
"What did you say?!"
I didn't even register at first, she peeked thru the crack of her door
and recalled thru a hazy fog her exact words and her face went red, her
heart pounding with furious fear.
"Nothing, I..I was just babbling to myself about something."
"No, I am pretty sure you said something about a fight?" Quickly she
turned and walked towards Corbin's room, her hand shot up and blocked
Corbin's attempt at closing her door.
"That's exactly what..."
"No...It was just a slip of the tongue, I'm drunk Sharon..."
"Bullshit, don't lie to me Corbin, I can tell when you lying!" Sharon
pushed on the door as Corbin backed away, her right hand came up and
frantically stroked her hair. `Fuck, fuck, fuck Corbin how could you be so
stupid.' Her mind raced, her heart pounded and she turned away.
"What happened!? You mean tonight, at the party? Is that why you were
so flustered all of the sudden and wanted to leave, that's it isn't
it...GOD DAMMIT!!!" Sharon's whole body got tense and her hands coming to
rest on her hips as she was getting infuriated.
"I'm sorry Sharon, but she wouldn't leave me alone...."
"Tell me who?" Sharon had a hard, intense edge to her voice.
Corbin tossed her shoes into the closet and shook her head in
frustration, "Please drop it Sharon, it's done and over with, I just got
into a heated argument with someone."
Corbin nervously strained with her peripheral vision to catch some hint
of Sharon's expression, it wasn't good, her face was flushed red.
"I don't know why your so angry Sharon, really I don't."
Sharon walked up, her expression softer now, but only a bit. Her voice
also conveying signs of restraint,
"You remember that promise...."
Corbin spun her head around quickly, "Oh course I remember, don't you
think..." her bottom lip beginning to tremble, defensively she spun around
and walked over to her bed, feeling weak in the knees and slowly, carefully
sat down on the edge of her bed.
Sharon slowly approached and reached out, her soft touch caught Corbin a
bit off guard as she sat there quietly with her head resting in the palms
of her hand. Her eyes blinked a few times, staring down at the floor below
as Sharon's fingers continued to slowly stroke her hair, "You're a quiet,
strong girl Corbin, and beautiful. To allot of women that's a threat, I'm
just....just....concerned for you that's all." Sharon painfully searched
the right words while Corbin opened her mouth, uttering the words she hoped
would finally air her guilty conscious.
"Tasha." It was only a single word that she could utter and she didn't
know why.
Corbin felt Sharon's hand suddenly pause, not a finger moved as she
stood their until she slowly withdrew her hand from Corbin's hair and
cupped her chin, pulling it up. Sharon eyes leveled on Corbin's and she
went to open her mouth to speak, but she remained quiet, she didn't have to
ask, the piercing look from those hazel eyes told Sharon that Corbin spoke
the truth.
Slowly Sharon eased herself back onto the bed next to her friend.
"Fuck." Sharon uttered, almost stunned.
"I'm sorry...." Corbin started.
"What happened." Sharon stared blankly ahead. Corbin drew a deep breath
and then told everything about what happened at the party earlier in the
evening.
"You're not going to do anything are you?" Corbin pleaded.
"No." Sharon sighed, but her ever slight hesitation before giving out
her `No' made Corbin worry.
"You okay?" Sharon looked over at her friend and put her arm around
Corbin's neck, pulling her close, Corbin leaned in and nestled her head
into Sharon's shoulder and nodded `Yes'.
"You gonna tuck me in?" Corbin laughed. Sharon gave her shoulder a firm
shrug and pushed her friend off her playfully, "I'll tuck your ass in
alright, after your little attitude tonight." Sharon glared over as
Corbin's weary body flopped back onto the bed, her head landing on the
pillow as blonde hair spilled out over the white sheets. Her eyes roamed
downward, noticing that Corbin's dress had ridden way up, dangerously close
to exposing her panty lined crotch. Sharon quickly glanced away at the
site of those smooth, silky skin stretched across rippling muscles that
seemed to twitch and pull with the slightest movement.
Sharon collected herself quickly and sat up,
"Alright girl, I'm hitting the sack. Let's just forget about everything
tonight, okay?"
"Sounds fine with me." Corbin sighed, her heavy eyelids surrendering to
sleep.
Sharon kept her best face on, only to have it replaced by waves of angry
tension, frustrated over what to do and how to handle the whole thing,
`What the fuck is wrong with you Tasha,' Sharon wondered, she also felt
betrayed and foolish that maybe their was some signal that she had missed
in all of this.
Across town, Tasha sat in her room and brooded, leaning her weary, tired
body back onto the bed. Drawing her knees up close, not even contemplating
a change in clothing. She wanted the smell of the whole experience to
remain with her; the sweet odor of Corbin's fragrance, sweat, female scent,
to linger in her senses a little longer as she replayed the entire event
over and over in her head. Oddly enough, she wasn't as angry or depressed
as she had anticipated, if anything, she felt a thrilling sense of
discovery at having found a girl that had not only the physical, but mental
fortitude to `step-up' and take her on. Every fight she had ever had with
a white-chick always ended up the same, the white girl would wind up
sobbing and crying, balled up on the floor begging for Tasha to get off of
her. Kicking off her heels she continued to shift her bare inner thighs
together, the heat of the friction and her memory working her body into a
heated frenzy. Her eyelids slowly closed as she rolled onto her back, a
finger came up and slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders.
Pulling the front of her revealing dress down, her large left, then right
breast spilled outward and spread their fullness across her chest, her
aching long nipples finally free as her right hand slithered down to pull
up her dress. Moving a couple of fingers under the elastic band of her
panties, "You fucking cunt...." Tasha moaned as her middle finger slid into
the slick folds of her labia and found her clit, already fully erect and
waiting for her; the initial touch of her finger caused her to shiver as
she stroked its incredible length. Her left hand alternating between her
breasts, twisting and bending her thick horny nipples with ever increasing
pressure, until her jaw flew open, sucking every bit of air her lungs could
contain as her back painfully arched,
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh....uggghghhhhh.......god....dammmnnnnnn.......you bitch!"
Tasha cried out as she body arched, fingers sliding past her twitching,
sensitive clit, dipping into her soft sheath, feeling the flood of her
female juices drenching her panties and fingers. Her eyelids twitched in
the afterglow, as her body began it's decent, slowly she rolled off to her
side while quickly bringing her cum soaked fingers up to her mouth. The
scent and taste of her own musky, female sex elicited another lustful groan
from her body as her wet tongue and lips twirled and sucked on her
fingertips. She could feel her body giving in and going under, sleep
creeping into her subconscious, but not before one last vision of her
fucking that white bitch into submission, that her cries of orgasm minutes
ago, were in fact Corbin's cries of surrender.
"Soon enough" she sighed as her eyelids closed, completely giving over
to sleep.
Late into the morning of the following day, Sharon heard Corbin stirring
awake in her room, her eyes glanced up at the clock "11:00am", Sharon shook
her head in frustration as she crossed her legs, stretching out on the
sofa. Corbin's door opened and she glanced up, `Shit she looks a mess';
indeed, Corbin's hair was in complete tangles, hanging in front of her
eyes, her sweat shirt was on backwards and her left hand was gripping the
draw string of her sweat pants trying to keep them up around her waist.
Slowly she shuffled across the floor, her right hand cupping her head.
"Ohhhhhhhh........fuuuuuckkkkkk....I feel like shit, I didn't think I
had THAT much to drink last night."
"Lightweight" Sharon mumbled, and got up off the couch fetching a glass
of water and some aspirin. Corbin slowly sat down in the recliner and
Sharon walked up holding her hand out. Corbin took the pills and water
drinking them down,
"Thanks." Corbin slowly got back up, "I think I am going to go lay back
down." And she shuffled back into the room.
"If you don't need anything? I have to run some errands." Sharon placed
the glass in the sink and waited for Corbin to reply.
"No, I'm fine, thanks tho' "
When she heard the door close, Sharon bolted from the kitchen and
grabbed her purse and car keys, bounding down the stairs and out to her
car. "Time to get this shit fucking straight."
"Hold on!" Tasha yelled from down the hall as she made her way to the
door. She looked thru the peephole, her eyes opened with surprise and she
eagerly opened the door.
"Sharon! What's going....."
"Can I come in?" Sharon abruptly interrupted.
"Uhm...yeah...yeah" Tasha stepped back, a little taken aback by Sharon's
abrupt attitude.
Sharon walked in, not even making eye contact and tossed her purse into
a nearby chair.
"What's going on?" Tasha cocked her head to one side, puzzled by her
friend's serious tone.
Finally Sharon looked up, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"You tell me! I had a conversation with Corbin last night, apparently
you have some kind of fucking bone to pick with her?"
Tasha heart jumped her blood pressure rose, `That bitch, I can't believe
it, I don't believe she told her.'
"Sharon...I...I..." Tasha quickly tried to get her thoughts straight.
"I...I...I...WHAT!?...So it's true, you picked a fight with her at the
party the other night!?" Sharon hands on her hips, her weight leaning off
to her right leg as she left foot nervously tapped on the floor.
"Hey look, I don't know what's wrong with your buddy Corbin, but she has
treated me like a second, goddamn class citizen ever since..." Tasha raised
her voice defensively.
"What the hell did I tell you?...HUH?!!" Sharon interrupted and leaned
in, "I fucking told you how she was and not to take it personal, and then
you went fishing for details about her the other night, I should have..."
"It's not like that at all dammit!" Tasha shot back defensively.
"It's not huh!?"
"LOOK! I have every right to stand up for myself, you got that, and I
don't care what you say." Tasha was getting pissed at being challenged, she
knew her defensive nature tended to always throw her better judgment off
balance. But Sharon's expression suddenly turned to one of disappointment,
with new resolve she leaned over and picked up her purse, flipping her long
brown hair over her left shoulder.
"Then I'll make it easy for you, since you can't seem to get it thru
your thick skull. Just stay clear of Corbin and ME!" Sharon turned and
reached for the door. Shocked, and suddenly realizing her own `attitude'
was getting ready to cast aside her friendship with Sharon, she panicked
and reached up bracing her hand against the door as Sharon tried to open
it.
"Wait! Sharon...look...I can't believe your going to throw away our
friendship over this, I'm sorry." Tasha didn't even believe the own words
coming out of her mouth, but at this point she was willing to bullshit a
little to save their friendship. Sharon relaxed her grip on the doorknob
and lowered her head a few inches, thinking before turning to cast a
suspicious gaze towards Tasha,
"Me! throw the friendship away? YOU were the one who went looking to
pick a fight with a friend of mine."
Tasha was biting down on her tongue hard, she never liked cowing down to
anyone, but she felt if she didn't make some amends and at least try to
change her ways, she'll never be able to break free from her past.
"Look..." She couldn't look Sharon in the eye, her own eyes darted
nervously around the room evading Sharon's gaze, "...I'll try and make more
of an effort, okay? Please."
Sharon took a deep breath, hesitating for a minute, "Well, maybe it's
best we take a break for a few days, maybe a week. I want this thing to
cool down, okay?"
`That really hurts' Tasha thought, and it only made her angrier to think
how easily Sharon was willing to throw their friendship away over her
relationship with Corbin.
It was later in the afternoon when she walked in the door, Corbin was
sitting in the recliner somewhat slouched over, her sweats still on. A
glass of ice water in her hand, watching the T.V.
Sharon set her purse down and walked over, kneeling next to the chair.
Corbin looked over and smiled, "Hey, what's up?"
"How are you doing?" Sharon looked up with concern.
"Better, took a nap, but Sharon, where did you go?" Corbin lowered the
volume on the TV and shifted in the chair, her unwavering stare looking
hard for an answer.
`Crap, she's got her bullshit detector on full alert.' Sharon slowly
stood up and turned to walk towards the sofa, the fingers of her right hand
involuntarily came up and nervously caressed her lips as if trying to
physically pull an answer from her mouth.
"Please tell me you didn't confront Tasha over this."
Sharon tried to give her big smile to lighten the entire situation,
"Okay, I didn't confront Tasha." Slumping back and relaxing into the sofa.
"Sharon, I asked you last..."
"I know, I know..." waving her hands in the air, her eyes rolling in
frustration. "...but I wanted some answers, and I felt she had some
explaining to do for what she did." Angrily stabbing her finger towards the
ground, punctuating her comments.
Corbin glanced down as she slowly swirled the ice in her drink and let
out a sigh, "So, how did it go?"
"Okay, I think. She got defensive at first...I expected that...but when
I told her to practically kiss our friendship goodbye she..."
"You told her that?!" Corbin interrupted with a look of surprise.
Sharon paused, her mouth hanging open a bit, "Well...yeah of course."
Her expression was totally serous now. Corbin took a sip of her drink, it
felt good to hear those words.
"She eventually backed down, it will take some time I think, but she
said she would make an effort to be decent. So, well see." Sharon smiled
and shrugged her shoulders.
Indeed, the days passed, almost two weeks had come and gone since
Sharon's talk with Tasha although Corbin knew that Sharon had talked to her
a few times on the phone, she wasn't going to make a big thing of it. `If
Tasha was truly prepared to make amends, I can deal with that.' Corbin told
herself.
Sharon peaked her head from out of her room when she heard Corbin enter
the house from one of her gym workouts and a late afternoon jog,
"Could you make a little more freakin' racket when you come in, I was
trying to take a nap, I mean you sound..."
"Blah...blah...blah...blah!!" Corbin exhaled as her weary body flopped
down on the sofa and stretched out, her long nylon running pants swished as
she criss-crossed her legs several times to get comfortable.
Sharon's mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide, she suddenly
appeared in the hallway with her hands on her hips, "What the hell did you
just say!?"
Corbin closed her eyes and smiled to herself, "Nothing!"
`Uh-oh, here she comes' Corbin thought as she heard Sharon's sock
covered feet pad their way down the hallway towards the living room.
"I heard what you said!..." Sharon huffed as she cocked her sexy, toned
hips off to the side.
Corbin cracked her left eyelid open and peered upward with a faint
smile.
"...and get your sweaty ass off the good sofa, AND THOSE DAMN DIRTY
SHOES TOO!!!...How many times do I have to tell you?!" Sharon lunged
forward and grabbed Corbin's left arm that dangled off the edge of the
leather sofa, roughly she pulled, trying to drag her up,
"Owww....ow...ow...EASY!!!" Corbin snapped as she winced in pain, Sharon
suddenly let go and stepped back, "What's wrong?"
"My back is killing me, I think I over did it a bit at the gym." Corbin
slowly sat up as Sharon just shook her head, "Well...well...why the hell
did you go running if your back was killing you?"
Corbin's right hand reached around and massaged her lower back as she
sat quietly, obviously having no intention of responding to Sharon's
inquiry. Letting out a deep sigh and shaking her head in frustration,
"Here, let me take your gym bag into your room while you should probably go
take a hot bath."
"Thanks Sharon, yeah, a hot bath sounds good." Corbin groaned as she
stood up, Sharon leaned over and helped her to her feet, "C'mon Grandma,
get up." She chuckled.
"Ha...ha, very funny." Corbin sighed.
Sharon shook her head and bent over to pick up Corbin's gym bag; she
flicked the switch to a dresser lamp and set the bag in the corner. Taking
a step beck her eyes began to slowly gaze around the room, various pictures
of family adorned the wall, a couple of posters of well known female
athletes. Some of her track trophies from High School and College
cluttered the shelves. It suddenly dawned on her, that she had never
really taken the time to notice allot of this stuff, little things that
seemed so important to her friend. She heard the water running and assumed
it was safe to take her time, besides, being her nosey self she started
taking a closer look at the various shelves and studying a few of the
pictures on the wall; mostly family stuff of Corbin on vacation with her
parents. A few High School track pictures, some pictures of her and Corbin
taken at a party, they looked kind of drunk, Sharon smiled as the memories
came flooding back.
Closing the door, Corbin peeled her tights from her sore, sweaty body.
Slowly she slipped one leg then the other into the hot bath water, it
actually stung her body as she immersed herself in it, but she leaned her
head back and melted away for a few minutes letting warm water relax her
muscles.
Sharon looked over her shoulder and pulled a few drawers open, she was
almost ashamed to be snooping like this...'almost' she smiled to herself.
But it gave her an exciting thrill at the same time, she just didn't want
to get caught, Corbin would be furious she assumed. The hair stood up on
the back of her neck as she picked up a small jewelry box that sat
prominently in the middle of her dresser, Corbin was not one to wear allot
of jewelry, except on the odd special occasion. Her delicate fingers tried
to pry open the lid but it was locked, it only made Sharon's curiosity peak
even more and she began to rifle thru the drawers for a key or something to
get in and find out what why Corbin had it locked up so tight.
"Sharon, I thought..........." Corbin froze in the doorway.
Sharon jumped and spastically stepped away from the dresser and pushed
back her hair, stuttering a few incoherent words.
"...what are you doing?" Corbin stood frozen, bathrobe wrapped around
her body, her still wet hair dripping water on the floor.
"I...I...just...I...thought...that you might have borrowed some
earrings...so...I...uh, was just looking..." Sharon fidgeted and turned to
walk out, but Corbin remained blocking the doorway.
"I don't borrow your jewelry Sharon. What were you doing?" Corbin
stepped in to the room and began to survey every inch of it, looking for
anything that might be out of place. In particular she walked over to the
box on the dresser and looked around.
"You were snooping?" Corbin turned around, her face showing some hurt
and frustration.
"I'm sorry!...I'm sorry! I just, just, was looking around, admiring
some of the photos on the wall and then saw your jewelry box, and well I
know you don't wear much jewelry so I wanted to peak but it was locked!
That's the honest truth, I swear!" Sharon took a few steps forward, her
shoulders slumping slightly as she pleaded her case.
"No...it's fine." Corbin said softly turned away and began to fiddle
with a few things on her nightstand, trying to look preoccupied.
"Stop saying that!" Sharon huffed, her face red with frustration.
"Saying what?" Corbin turned around mystified still not making eye
contact as she was a little miffed at Sharon's nosiness, but being that it
was Sharon, Corbin cut her some slack.
"You always say things like `Its okay Sharon....It's fine Sharon...Leave
it alone Sharon!' But it's not okay, why don't you open up to me, it's NOT
FUCKING OKAY that I was nosing around in your room..." Sharon's eyes began
to tear up, "I'm really sorry for breaking your trust in me!"
Sharon watched Corbin's whole body suddenly relax, as if someone waved a
hand over her and instantly her composure changed. Her head tilted to the
side as if looking for something to say as an eerie silence separated the
girls, and Sharon was finding it difficult to contain the tirade of
emotions flowing thru her at that moment, and the endless list of
questions.
`This is ridiculous.' Corbin instinctively thought, she hated these
emotional roller coasters that Sharon would get on, `Be strong, just stay
strong.' She kept telling herself, Corbin hated showing emotion, it was a
sign of weakness in her eyes. And that was one of the things that ate away
at her the most lately, with so many things getting intense between her and
Sharon, it was becoming harder to keep it all in check. The closer she
allowed Sharon in, the closer in turn Corbin found she wanted to get and
`getting burned' was Corbin's greatest fear.
`Your okay, your in good shape, you can get thru this. Just focus.'
With her willpower resolved, or so she thought, Corbin looked back up, but
things soon began to fall apart at the sight of her friend, looking so
emotionally fragile, just standing there. It was obvious to her that this
wasn't one of Sharon's typical tirades, `Can't just be over the fighting,
or her snooping...' Corbin quickly dismissed, but her heart raced and a
frail moment of hope wanted to take flight that maybe Sharon was upset on
some other level, something between them that had been going on for years,
but neither would dare say aloud.
Sharon was pleading, but for what she wasn't sure; she wanted answers,
all of them, right then and there. But her better judgment told her to try
another approach and just move slow...
Sharon tried to chose her words carefully,
"Corbin.....look at me...please." She stood and waited, until
slowly...painfully, Corbin's head moved and came around. Sharon tilted her
head slightly, trying to engage Corbin as she whispered during her
approach,
"Please, be honest with..." Sharon voice was so smooth with an almost
intoxicating tone to it.
"Not now, I really can't get into this Sharon." Corbin interrupted, she
wasn't ready to handle this, having opened the door just a fraction to her
soul was starting to undo her wall of resistance, but she couldn't very
well tell Sharon to get the hell out and leave her alone, not when she
wanted just the opposite.
But Sharon kept talking, even with the interruption, she didn't loose
pace, "...just be honest with me. I depend on you for so much, you are
everything to me. The one I turn to, so why?..." Sharon was within inches
of her friend, she picked up a slight tremble in Corbin's body, `maybe a
shiver from the shower water that was cooling on the surface of her face
and neck?'
"...'why' what?" Corbin sighed, trying to dismiss the conversation,
Corbin shifted uncomfortably and pulled her robe tight against her body, as
her eyes looked away, her nervous fingers pushing back her hair behind her
ears. She rather Sharon didn't come any closer and she leaned back a
fraction of an inch.
Sharon hunched over, and looked up trying to engage her friends darting
hazel eyes,
"...why don't you open up to me the same way I do to you?" As soft as
Sharon voice was, her words cut with the sharpness of a razor forcing
Corbin to take a deep breath,
"But..." Corbin stopped after the first word, her head dropped a little
further, staring straight down at the ground. Sharon made a quick call
knowing Corbin was teetering on shutting down or opening and she decided
words at this point words were of no use; so instead she quickly brought
her arms up and around her friend's neck pulling her head onto her
shoulder. Sharon felt Corbin's strong body stiffen at first and then slowly
relax, almost reluctantly it seemed she felt those strong arms wrap around
her back and clutch, almost painfully hard;
"..but I do try..." Corbin began to tremble and choke on the words, "I
do Sharon, I try so hard." Her back heaved with spasms as she opened up
onto Sharon's shoulder. Sharon remained silent, but she just kept stroking
the back of her friends blonde hair until she calmed down, it seemed to
subside almost as quickly as it began. This was an unexpected turn of
events, and a rare occurrence, Sharon always seemed to be the one crying in
Corbin's arms after some fight with her boyfriend or some other fiasco she
was always blowing out of proportion. But more then anything was a sense
of empowerment, to be the one giving the comfort, and how good it felt to
see Corbin rest her head on her shoulders for solace. Corbin slowly lifted
her head, but kept looking away, almost as if she was too ashamed to look
Sharon in the eyes, her palm coming up and rubbed her eyes, quickly
brushing the tears away.
"I'm not a crybaby." She said with a smirk.
"I know." Sharon smiled, her breath grazed Corbin's neck as she spoke,
and their foreheads came about until they gently pressed against one
another, strands of blonde and brunette hair intermingling as their arms
lay draped over each others shoulders. Corbin's own breathing had become
labored and flustered, her mind was overloaded with everything that was
taking place and her body stiffened, Sharon just gave her a reassuring
smile, her eyes looking up in question. But Corbin was still was being
evasive. Taking a deep breath, Sharon began to pull away, her eyes caught
site of where Corbin's robe had begun to part down the front and she got a
full view of the inner cleavage of her bare breasts, still mostly hidden,
but enough to fluster her senses and cause her to stumble in her withdraw
at the sight of her friends full breasts `so firm' she thought and still
damp with water. Her movements became awkward and the room felt suddenly
warm as she stood there, as both stepped away, Corbin quickly retied her
robe once again. "Thanks" Corbin sighed nervously trying to break the
tension of a very raw moment, her hands fumbled for her brush on the
nightstand, but Sharon was quicker and grabbed it first. Holding it up in
front, she waved it teasingly, "Care to let me brush your hair?" Sharon
offered. Corbin sighed and nodded `Okay' and turned to climb onto the bed,
Sharon close behind, climbing on the bed behind her. She shut her eyes and
let Sharon work on her hair, little by little she felt her body come alive,
it was a strange crescendo of feelings and sensations which were taking
over her entire being. Under her robe Corbin pressed her bare thighs
together fighting off the building excitement from something so sublime as
having her hair brushed. Sharon kept brushing, slowly, quietly, normally
she would jabber on and on about this, that and the other; but her sudden
quiet gentle strokes sent a shiver up Corbin's back, she could feel the
moisture gathering up in her sex and pressed her thighs against each other
once again, keeping her pleasure from streaming out. But she was getting
weak until she felt Sharon pause; Sharon didn't realize she had paused at
first, she found herself sitting and staring at a part of Corbin's exposed
neck, as she leaned forward she suddenly caught herself short of contact as
her lips were dangerously close, "I think I'm done." Corbin shivered as she
felt Sharon's breath on the back of her neck. Corbin shook again, feeling
the most delicious thrill from between her legs as her friend awkwardly
maneuvered around Corbin's hunched frame to climb off the bed, when they
glanced over at one another if was only for a split second. Sharon looked
away as her hand came around and touched Corbin's, who returned her touch
with a firm squeeze before letting go.
"See you in the morning." Sharon quietly whispered, her mind a tangled
mess of emotions, feeling lost, confused and even a tad guilty.
"See you." Corbin sighed and laid back on her bed, clutching her robe
tightly as the door shut. "It's not fair." Corbin groaned thru clenched
teeth, her eyes squeezed tight as she fought off the tears. "Why me?!"
Sharon is her best friend... Corbin's breathing became heavy again... and
she forced herself to calm down or Sharon might hear and she would want to
know what was wrong. She had to forget "it", but the more she tried, the
more that scary idea invaded her mind. She needed to cool off again, `fuck
I just took a shower!'
Trying to sleep was even more out of the question, strange thoughts were
swirling through her head. Every memory she had with Sharon where some
odd, underlying, yet overwhelming sexual encounter kept coming back to her,
leaving her excited and exhausted at the same time. She had to be `on
guard', even if anything ever was to happen, `How could I ever really
know?' she wondered about Sharon's real feelings for her. `People throw
around `I love you' all the time... something so many people say, so
often, without really meaning it.'
The following days weren't any easier, Corbin thought a little more time
is all that it would take to forget about her feelings for Sharon and what
happened with Tasha. All she wanted to do was get home on this particular
day and unwind from work as she stepped into the small hallway of her
complex, carefully adjusting the shoulder straps to her laptop carrying
case, along with another tote bag full of work documents. Her eyes survey
the stairs while calculating her next move; with anticipation, her chest
expands drawing in a deep breath of cooler air, a sharp contrast to the
unseasonably simmering day just outside the doors behind her. Then, with a
sudden bust of power, rubber soles barely gripping the tile floor, she
manages to spring forward covering three steps as her leg muscles ripple
under silky smooth skin; calves and thighs tighten with each impact of her
Timberland shoes on the wood paneled steps. Reaching the top landing,
Corbin turns to lean back against the wall, steadying herself, her right
hand digs in her pocket for keys, as sweat streaks down both cheeks coming
to rest under her chin.
"Damn it's hot for May" shaking her head at the spot of perspiration
forming on her t-shirt.
Trudging into the foyer she is instantly blasted by the cool air from
the a/c, her eyes close as she exhales a sigh of relief. The heat and
humidity outside seem to add an extra twenty pounds to all the crap she
touted from work. Noisily she makes her way into the bedroom and proceeds
to toss everything into a corner chair, "good riddance" she snarls. Prying
her sunglasses away from her head, she casually discards them on top of the
nightstand as squinting eyes adjust to the bright sunlight streaking in
from her windows.
"Corbin? How was work?!" Sharon calls from down the hallway.
Standing near the foot of her bed, Corbin leans her head back and flings
both arms outward, letting herself fall back. Her body flops across the
bed as the sheets ripple out in every direction expelling bursts of air.
Closing her eyes she shouts back "Fine!...Work went fine!"
Her body sprawled out over the queen size bed, lying motionless for a
few minutes, trying to enjoy a moment's peace and quiet in the late
afternoon. A pair of eyelids slowly open, hazel eyes scan the ceiling,
focusing on a fine crack almost right above the bed; but the moment
retreats as the invader creeps inward from the dark recesses of her
mind....in retaliation her hands come up, palms cover her eyes and try to
banish the memories of that night at the party as her outstretched legs
shift uncomfortably on the bed,
`Why!?...Why!?...Why!?...Can't I seem to let this thing go!?' pleading
with herself, fighting for control of her emotions, `I just want to forget
it ever happened'. Ironically, she had known the answer to her own
question for sometime now; the flood gates had parted and it seemed
impossible to shut the door and bury it in the past, to make that yearning
and lusting of hers a secret once more, trapped only in the recesses of her
mind and hers alone. Having tested her strength against another woman had
been an exciting experience that she longed to enjoy again.
But Tasha didn't want to forget, she couldn't, even if she was to try.
The screen door hung on the runner as she pulled it open, a hard tug and
it freed itself. A soft wind brushed strands of hair across her cheek as
she rested her elbows on the balcony railing. Her eyes surveyed the tree
line from her third story view, but it didn't even register. Her mind's
eye had already carried her well beyond the limitation of sight alone,
across the river to the West End of town, as a familiar question beckoned;
`I wonder what Corbin is doing right now', it caused her to smile briefly,
but she lowered her head as if to hide the inevitable frown that was to
follow. As exciting as it all was, there was a darker side to all of this
that gave her pause, the guilt of having almost thrown her friendship with
Sharon away, maybe never to recover, all for a moment's indulgence against
this girl. But her emotions were so strong she didn't even know where to
begin, one minute she lusted after her for being so `strong and
beautiful...yet...' her fist clenched at the thought `...god help me, I do
want revenge on that bitch, no matter what it takes'. Tasha had become
obsessed with Corbin and `hoped, no prayed' for some chance encounter
between them, `better that way' she told herself, as if letting fate play a
hand in deciding the outcome of everything, but that day seemed more and
more elusive as the weeks slipped by. And so her mind would torture her
body and soul with images of the most erotic experience of her life being
dominated by that white girl; she could still bring herself to climax every
time she thought about it. But the experience had emotionally scarred
Tasha forever; Corbin had pushed her to the brink of exhaustion and in the
end, her cheek now trembled at the thought, she was forced to concede,
unable to continue, `never had that happened, never have I lost to anyone'
she thought. She quickly put the thought out of her head, still too
upsetting to think about. Her only focus now was a rematch and it
terrified her on some darker level, `How horrific would another fight with
that bitch be, if we ever met again'. Regardless, no matter the outcome,
Tasha longed for that confrontation, but for now she could only shake her
head in frustration and thought of `what to do' and `when to do it', so
that fate doesn't cheat her.
Corbin rolled over onto her left side, hands pulled from her face to
find the softness of a nearby pillow and as if squeezing the very life from
her opponent her fingers subconsciously grip and compress the fabric.
For the first time Corbin felt real anger towards Tasha and that scared
her, as if she was to blame for all of this. The blood coursed faster in
her veins as her heart raced to match the demand; her breasts teased her as
nipples taunted with their sudden firmness. Only in her weaker moments did
she allow herself to let it all get the best of her, her cheeks flushed
crimson as she recalled how good it felt to dominate and make Tasha submit
under her. Slowly she coiled her legs and pulled them up tightly as if
forming a protective cocoon, more so to keep it all bottled up in her,
rather then to keep everything out.
Somehow, amazingly, her vision registered the clock on her dresser, and
she sat up rather urgently "6:14pm...shit! Gotta' go!"
Truth be told, Corbin welcomed the distraction.
Standing up she quickly strips down to her white cotton panties and
sports bra, as she pulls out a pair of dark blue sweats. She knew people
gave her a hard time about her attire, but It wasn't that Corbin was shy,
she just didn't like the way guys, and hating to admit it, even women on
occasion would stare at her the few times in the past she wore shorts and a
tank top to the gym. In contrast, some women at the gym thrived on wearing
as little as possible. She hated those `bimbos' who would wear revealing
tights with a thong top, and lazily sit and hog the equipment just long
enough to barely work up a sweat, and then prance around the gym making
small talk with every male. Having now worked herself into an agitated
mood, she yanks her gym bag by the strap and quickly sprints out of her
room.
Almost at the front door, when she suddenly hit the brakes causing her
gym shoes to skid across the wood flooring.
"Oh.......hey Sharon!...I'm off to the gym........see ya!!"
The door slams shut.
Sharon's head peaks from out of her bedroom, toothbrush hanging from her
mouth with a puzzled look.
"What?!...............Corbin?......hello?!.................WHATEVER!!!!"
Miffed at having been left behind, she rolled her eyes and stormed back
into her room. `Fine, be that way' she thought to herself. Sharon looked
at her own gym bag setting in the corner, dust slowly collecting on it, it
seemed to almost stare back at her. Turning away she went into the
bathroom to rinse the toothpaste out, her head peaking around the corner
once again only to feel that guilty tug start all over again.
"Dammit" she cursed, forcing herself to sit down and pull her workout
shoes out from under her bed. "Here I am blowing thirty damn bucks a month
on a membership, might as well make the most of it"
Turning to look into the mirror and review her attire, "Screw it, I am
not changing" deciding to leaving her shorts and tank top on. Turning
away, she hesitates and slowly turns back towards the mirror, feeling a bit
silly with a faint look of despair, her right arm comes up and curls
inward, her eyes search for any muscle tone at all.
`A little, hmmm....still, very discouraging' a frown forms on her lips
as she lets her arm flop back down to her side. Sharon was resigned to the
fact that she will never have Corbin's physique, primarily because she
didn't have the drive to work at it. It was a bad habit she had gotten
into, comparing herself to Corbin over the past few years. Smiling to
herself, Sharon brought her left hand up and covered her face as it flushed
red with embarrassment, thinking about how she would sometimes sneak a
glance at Corbin's legs, arms, or stomach. Taking a deep breath, she
fanned her face to cool down and let out a big sigh,
"Good grief, get a hold of yourself" while her mind struggled with some
very inappropriate thoughts about her best friend. Finally calming herself
down, Sharon knew that in the end, she was happy with her own `look', which
she referred to as `soft'. Placing her hands on her hips she twisted and
turned her upper torso in the mirror.
"I like the way I look, there is nothing wrong with it at all" she said
to herself. Indeed there wasn't, Sharon was a striking brunette, her wavy
hair flowed about four inches past her shoulders. She had long facial
features with attention grabbing deep blue eyes, and beautiful skin that
tanned easily. While she never exercised much, her build was compact and
tight, accented by nice medium sized breasts and a firm butt, her figure
was not voluptuous, but it was still nicely proportional. Pulling up her
tank top and peeling away the elastic band of her shorts to admire her
tummy, which she considered one of her best features. Her eyebrows rose in
approval, and she faintly smiled as she ran the palm of her right hand over
her tan skin,
"Hmmmmmm...not bad" noting how flat it was; boldly her hands slid around
to her backside and cupped each of her perfectly round butt cheeks, she
flexed her ass muscles just enough for the fabric of her shorts to pull
tight, before relaxing them.
Finally, with a new air of confidence she turns and reaches for her bag,
"Let's get this over with" mumbling to herself as she heads to the front
door.
Corbin winced as she pulled herself up from the workout bench and
reached for her small white towel, quickly patting the beads of
perspiration from her face. Her abs were killing her from that last set of
sit-ups, she paused to take a deep breath and glanced around at the mass of
people going thru their various routines. She always got a laugh watching
those regulars who showed up every day, and spent more time socializing
then working out. Looking back down at the matted floor, she closed her
eyes, not looking forward to moving on to the free weights next. Lying
back on the bench, she suddenly sprang back to an upright position, a huge
smile flashing on her face,
"Holy Shit! What are you doing here?" Her eyes followed, as Sharon
walked past her to one of the Stationary bikes.
"Shut-up" Sharon hissed as she passed Corbin.
"I thought your membership expired, you must be trespassing, I'm calling
security.........." Corbin teased and stood up to follow her.
"Don't talk to me" Sharon pretended to act busy as she climbed on the
bike, she was not going to let Corbin's ribbing get to her. She always
made fun of her when she made that infrequent visit to the club. "I'm mad
at you."
"What?...." Corbin looked defensive. "...Why?!"
"You left without me, running out the front door, never asked if "I"
wanted to go to the gym." Sharon turned her head away, acting as if she
doesn't even see her friend standing there.
Corbin leaned against the wall.
"Oh come on, when was the last time you came here with me? I mean let's
be real here, I invite you all the time!"
"Look, I am trying to workout here, don't make ME call security" Sharon
said trying to hold back a smile and a giggle. Looking over at the old
security guard dozing off behind the desk,
"I just might go wake him if you don't stop harassing me."
The two girls broke down into muffled giggles.
"I'm sorry" Corbin said.
Corbin briefly glanced up and hesitated as her heart skipped a beat when
she caught sight of `that' girl sitting in the weight room, `Jenna' she
thought, and suddenly their eyes locked on one another briefly as she tried
to read the girls expression. Meanwhile, Sharon had started rambling on
about something...
Corbin suddenly realized she still hadn't heard anything from Mike yet,
and it's been almost two weeks. Sitting on a bench about forty feet away,
the girl strained as she repeated her arm curls, her short boyish hair cut
allowed every feature of her very attractive face to bee seen. The girl
glanced away when she saw Corbin staring at her, but
then...slowly...purposefully, her eyes came back and they met again. It
was now Corbin's turn to look away with some discomfort as Jenna's
beautiful Asian eyes were now conveying a hard, defiant stare.
Now Jenna knew why she disliked the blonde so much; as similar as they
were build wise, they were opposites in every way they carried themselves.
Corbin's long blonde hair and naturally fair skin with a quiet demeanor,
sharply contrasted with Jenna's in your face attitude. Jenna's dark tan
skin, very short black hair, that conveyed a tad bit of masculinity,
although there was no way to confuse that with her beautiful face, eyes and
womanly figure. Jenna knew the blonde was picking up the same underlying
friction that she was, `She had to be' Jenna thought, because she was
throwing it down thick and right at Corbin's feet.
Corbin had returned her focus completely back to her conversation with
Sharon, actually Sharon was doing all the talking while Corbin nodded with
interest. She forced a smile and laugh as Sharon continued her chatting;
"....well anyway, I know you're just kidding, and besides, it's good to see
you laugh, your always soooo serious. You have a beautiful smile you
should be proud of it" Sharon then proceeded to curse herself, her fingers
fumbled with the buttons to select the proper program for the bike.
"Seriously..." Sharon continued "......I bought this new dress with only
one week before I am going to wear it, so a little workout and I will look
perfect!"
"Sharon, give me a brake, you are the only girl I know who doesn't have
to lift a finger to do anything and you have a killer figure as is...." Fed
up watching Sharon randomly push buttons on the bike, Corbin brushes her
fingers away and punches at the keypad.
Sharon nods her head in frustration, "Thank you."
Her legs begin to push down on the pedals,
"Damn girl! What setting did you put this on, remember I don't have
your legs."
"Oh sorry" Corbin hit a button to lower the resistance.
Sharon nods approvingly as she begins to peddle the bike
"Thanks...again" She smiles with satisfaction.
"Hmmm...showing some skin today are we?" Sharon eyes glance over at the
tank top Corbin had on.
"What?" Corbin looked down at her top.
Sharon reaches over and pinches Corbin's bicep "Good grief, how can I
get some arms like that" she flashed a smile at Corbin.
"Hey!" Corbin pulled her arm away, self consciously looking around.
"All right miss smarty-pants, I'll let you get to your so-called
`workout' and see you at home later." Corbin turned to walk away, Sharon
was already beginning to breath hard as Corbin shook her head with a faint
smile,
"Wimp" she mumbled to herself.
"I heard that!" Sharon called out after her.
Jenna was up and moving about now and in much closer proximity to where
Corbin had laid her sweatshirt and water bottle, `Great...' Corbin thought
to herself `...I hope this is all my imagination working me over here, I
really don't feel like dealing with any crap right now'. Her mental
defenses came up and she picked up the pace in her walk trying to project a
bit more confidence. The oriental girl had a pair of nylon Nike Shorts
that came down mid thigh and what a pair of thighs they were, Corbin shook
her head at how powerful this girls legs looked, she was a bit shorter then
Corbin, maybe around 5'7". The white tank top was soaked with sweat as it
stretched across a pair of the most impressive, and incredibly firm looking
breasts she had ever seen. She approached her pile of belongings and in
the most casual manner possible bent down to pick them up, `dammit I have
to look one more time' the temptation was too great. Standing back up she
glanced over and was disarmed to see the girl flash what she thought was a
faint smile...or a smirk...or...or...Corbin was just plain confused now and
quickly turned away heading off to the nautilus equipment.
`Just do your workout and let's get the hell out of here' thinking as
she climbed onto the leg press.
Jenna stood, watching and waiting, but the blonde kept walking away,
never looking back. She was a little disappointed in the girl, `Maybe
she's an easier push over then I thought' and turned around to head back to
the workout bench, smiling to herself. Jenna was fiercely competitive when
it came to making sure that every girl in the gym knew she was the most
physically dominant woman there, she had been biding her time where Corbin
was concerned, but now she felt more then ready.
Back at their townhouse, Corbin was lazily resting on the couch
indulging herself with a bag of chips and soda while she punched the remote
at the TV, `this sucks!' she thought on every channel she passed. No
matter, she was constantly being distracted by Sharon's animated movements
in the kitchen as she paced the floor talking with one of her other `Social
Butterfly' friends. Sharon was a true socialite, she believed nothing
raised ones spirits more then a nice little get-together and Corbin new
something was brewing, `this can't be good' she thought, watching Sharon
babble non stop on the phone and the more she ran her 'yapper', the more
Corbin suspected a party was on the horizon. Sure enough, Corbin watched
as her hand gestures become more hyper and the tone of her voice changed in
pitch with her excitement.
Corbin began mentally pouring over her standard set of excuses to avoid
having to attend one of these things, but time was running out and Sharon
was Corbin's best friend. Corbin smirked, thinking of how Sharon likes to
clasp her hands together and proceed to follow her around the house,
begging and pleading "Pleeeeasssseee.........pleeeeaaseeeeeee......ohhh you
must come Corbin you always have fun......" Batting her eyelashes and just
being plain annoying until Corbin would cave in and say yes.
Sharon hung up the phone, her hand resting on the receiver. A million
thoughts ran thru her head until she looked up and saw her buddy sitting on
the couch in the other room. `Hmmmm, this is going to be tough'. She
plotted, but in a fit of frustration gave up, `Screw it, I am not begging
this time, I am just going to flat out ask and leave it at that, I don't
even know why I agonize over trying to get her to come in the first place'.
But Sharon already knew the answer, although on the surface they seemed to
mix like oil and water, they somehow clicked underneath, actually they more
then just clicked, the could tell each other anything and that was a bond
deeper then anything just on the surface. Taking a deep breath, she
strolled from out of the kitchen and stopped at the edge of the sofa.
"Corbin, look..." Sharon was abruptly interrupted as Corbin turned with
a smile to interject;
"I'll go, say no more." Then casually went back to watching TV.
Sharon was dumbfounded, her mouth fell open. Exceedingly pleased she
almost jumped into the chair to her right.
"You won't be sorry, it is going to be awesome!" She threw herself back
into the soft chair stretching her long, tan legs out before her.
"Well, glad that's settled" Sharon said out loud with utter satisfaction
while rocking the recliner back and forth.
"OH! A guy by the name of John called, he said you know him from work,
and someone called earlier.....Rick I believe....also from work, they
wanted to know what you were doing tonight" I said you'd have to call them
back". Sharon beamed her big smile, irritating Corbin to no end.
"I would have handed the phone to you, but I was on the other line
making big plans you know, could NOT be interrupted!..hehe..."
Corbin had started to tune her out now, and hit the volume button a
couple of times.
"So, how many guys you dating at work, that's two so
far....hmmm.........I need details girl!" Her fist pounding on the arm of
her chair, while leaning forward.
Corbin glanced over, sipping on her soda, and stuffed a chip in her
mouth.
"Nothing is going on, I am getting hounded to death by people at work
for dates, but that is off limits."
"Uhhh, yeah...that is to be expected, how do you think people meet and
date......thru work and school and all that stuff." Sharon flopped back in
her chair again,
"Why do you act sooooo surprised that you get hit on all the time, you
ARE a beautiful girl. Most women would kill to have your definition and
the figure to back it up."
"So anyway!" Sharon was back to an up right position with an excited
look on her face
"I can't wait until next weekend, we are going to have an awesome
time..." She pumped her fist a couple of times in the air "........did I
tell you about the person who is having this party? Well, let me tell you,
this house is something else..........................................."
Corbin returned to tuning her out as her friend proceeded to babble on
about the party and who was coming and that her boyfriend couldn't make it,
blah, blah, blah..............
Sharon suddenly stopped speaking and just stared at Corbin in disbelief,
the chair slowly coming upright from its reclined position.
"Why that bitch has completely tuned me out." Looking at the TV then
back at Corbin, she was completely oblivious to Sharon right now.
Scrunching up her face with an irritated expression, she plotted her
revenge.
Suddenly she blurted out her question, her tone a little louder.
"Let me see your arms!" Sharon was now leaning way forward in her chair,
her eyes taking dead-aim at her friend.
Corbin froze, she stopped chewing the half eaten chip in her mouth and
slowly turned to face Sharon.
"Wha..?..." it came out sounding muffled with a mouth full of food, but
she was in shock. Swallowing hard, "I am not doing any such thing,
I'm....uhhh.......I'm...trying to watch TV" Corbin ground her butt into the
sofa, trying to sink into the pillows.
"How much can you lift?...you know, bench press and all that stuff?"
Sharon eyes were wide with interest, worse still, Sharon's deep blue eyes
flashed with that playful mischievous look she gets sometimes. Sharon knew
how self-conscious Corbin could get, so she was determined to have a little
fun at her expense.
Corbin cocked an eyebrow in Sharon's direction, "You're getting weird on
me again."
Sharon sprang from her chair with the fluid movement of a cat and in a
flash, she was next to Corbin, feet tucked under her tight little ass.
"Show me" Sharon leaned in.
Corbin went to place her drink down on the end table, the ice clunking
around in the glass as she harshly set it down. Agitated fingers gripped
the bag of chips tightly before tossing them onto the coffee table,
brushing the crumbs from her hands and sweats.
Turning her head to look up at Sharon, who was beaming this big goofy
smile, her hands on her hips while she looked down at her friend. Sharon
was no doubt a gorgeous girl, her long brown hair pulled hastily into a
ponytail, long strands swayed down around her face and neck, her skin
freshly tan from a prior weekend at the beach with her boyfriend.
"No...I'm going to my room." She leaned to get up.
"Ohhhh NO your not!" The voice behind her said in a soft but determined
tone.......
And before Corbin's butt could leave the couch Sharon had thrown her arm
around her friend's neck, while a slender tan leg snaked around Corbin's
waist, digging in between her legs to try and hook a foot into the crook of
her right knee.
"Wha....tha!!???" Completely caught off guard, her eyes flew open in
total shock at Sharon's sudden aggressive behavior.
Sharon was giggling as she tried to wrestle Corbin off the sofa to the
ground.
"You're going to show me and your going to do it now!"
Sharon had no clue how to wrestle or anything of the sort, but she was
in the best of moods with all of her planning and hard work paying off, it
seemed like a good outlet for all of her excitement., and besides Corbin
needed to be harassed some anyway. Now Sharon was no challenge strength
wise, but she was a sexy fireball, and Corbin felt Sharon's arms and legs
wrap around her like an octopus pulling in it's pray.
`Good Grief' Corbin thought as she struggled, leaning down towards the
ground trying to get away.
"You're going to show me, one way or another" Sharon teased, she was
having a blast. Thinking back to the past, how she would playfully push on
Corbin to try and rile her up, but now she was in a particularly feisty
mood and watching Corbin below her, struggling to be evasive was pretty
exciting.
"Sharon you are crazy!" Corbin almost having to admit a giggle at the
whole scene playing out in her head. But she decided the easiest way to
get this over with was to play along and go down for the count. Now Sharon
was no little girl, she was almost Corbin's height and while thinner, she
was not scrawny by any means, and she was also very fast.
The two women lay sprawled out on the family room carpet; Sharon's
smooth, tan legs shifted and maneuvered for position with incredible speed,
quicker then Corbin's own legs could counter, but Corbin's were stronger,
so as Sharon would try and hook her sock covered feet around a thigh or
calf, Corbin would just power her way out.
`Too damn strong' Sharon's frustrated mind summarized.
Moving onto her next target, her hands went to work, gripping and
tugging on Corbin's sweatshirt as she gave up the leg battle and pulled up
her knees slightly to try and squeeze Corbin's waist in-between her bare
thighs. Her tight round ass clenched with effort as her friend maneuvered
under her body, Sharon emitted a faint grunt as she was able to get Corbin
to roll the rest of her Torso until her shoulders were pinned to the ground
"There we go, that's better" Sharon huffed with some effort.
Corbin turned her head and looked back up at Sharon, returning her
smile,
"Ok!...Ok!.....You win!" she blurted out. Now Corbin knew that her
friend was fully playing around, but this was difficult for Corbin to deal
with, ever since her tangle with Tasha she had been forced to keep all
those unleashed desires in check, it was like trying to but a bottle cap on
a volcano of passion ready to explode.
Corbin glanced down for a second, her eyes followed Sharon's long tan
legs as they planted themselves on either side of her waist, periodically
flexing with effort, more distracting was Sharon's white shorts that
proceeded to ride up into her crotch, exposing more skin then Corbin cared
to see at this time.
"Offfff" Corbin's eyes bulged and she arched her head back when Sharon
sat up and slammed her firm little butt into her stomach, and then
performed an arousing grind with her thighs and crotch into her belly,
"Gotcha" she proudly exclaimed. Sharon watched with some intensity at how
her friends neck turned and twisted, the elegant way those muscles
tightened exuded so much power, and Sharon was having to admit to herself
that is was somewhat of a turn on.
Corbin looked down and could see the folds of those white shorts had
fallen open along Sharon's crotch, exposing her pink underwear.
`Jesus' Corbin thought, `everything about Sharon is so ultra feminine.'
Her manners, clothes, perfume, `but that is what most guys loved about her'
Corbin pondered. Her eyes began to roam her best-friends body, Sharon had
some of the smoothest skin she had ever seen and exuded such a sensual
female quality. While she didn't have the muscle tone what Corbin did, but
her arms and legs were still defined. Her yellow tank top stretched
against her medium size breasts, extremely firm and round, wearing no bra,
they moved and pushed around in the top invitingly. An ample amount of
cleavage would sway hypnotically before Corbin when Sharon would lean over,
as her tan chest heaved with effort.
Sharon leaned forward and mock pinned Corbin's arms out to her left and
right, moving them up above her head and then off to the side again as
their hips rolled, pushed and pressed into one another. Neither girl
seemed fully aware of the subliminal dialog being exchanged between their
bodies. Sharon's eyes roamed, looking into Corbin's as she smiled
playfully; she had always admired Corbin's athletic abilities and even
wished she could be more independent the way her friend seemed to be. The
two had been friends every since elementary school, but it was much more
then that, their friendship had been sealed years ago as Corbin always
stuck up for Sharon, always willing to stick by her and help her out no
matter what. Looking down, her smile widened as she leaned in close;
Corbin's beautiful white teeth flashed as her lips parted, returning
Sharon's smile.
"See....your not so tuff" Sharon playfully teased, strands of long brown
hair fell down tickling Corbin's cheeks, making her friends head turn from
side to side.
Returning the roughhouse action, Corbin arched her stomach, acting like
she was trying to buck Sharon off. Sharon's eyebrows tensed and narrowed
as she felt Corbin's rock hard abs thrust against her crotch, it was a very
awkward feeling and a sensation that was not at all unwelcome.
Corbin semi giggled "Nope....I'm not so tuff.........'uncle' I give,"
Her head came around and noticed the slight change in Sharon expression.
Sharon had paused for some reason as she looked down and then sat up
letting her hands go from Corbin's wrists.
"Now, as I said, off with this top" Sharon's fingers plowed into
Corbin's sweatshirt and started pulling and yanking on it, chuckling a bit
as she did so. She would strain and huff, until finally Corbin let go of
her shirt and Sharon proceeded to pull it from her arms and head.
Corbin lifted her head up off the ground as the shirt slipped free from
her body, "OK!......Satisfied now!!" she said, laying there with only her
tank top on as her eyes looked straight into her friend waiting for a reply
or better yet, to just get off her. But Sharon would have none of it, she
was still having too much fun.
"Daaaamnnnnnn Corbin..." Sharon sat back and blurted out the words
before she could catch herself. She leaned in and placed her right hand
next to Corbin's head to balance herself as her left hand gracefully slid
over Corbin's naked shoulder. Corbin's mouth parted, her breathing
intensified as Sharon's fingernails stroked her bicep that lay stretched
out to her side sending shivers throughout her entire body. It also had a
soothing erotic sensation as her stomach muscles began to flutter, while
her body began to feel flush with heat.
Corbin sunk her teeth into her full soft lower lip, suppressing her
whimper as she watched a delicate finger trace the muscles from her
shoulder, across her arm, to her elbow and then back again. Sharon's own
medium sized breasts swayed freely, only inches from Corbin's face and she
felt her breathing get deeper and heavier, `this is not good' she thought.
Sharon was truly amazed and entranced.
"Your skin is so smooth, I've never really looked that close" She
shrugged casually, "I mean why would I?".
"How long have you been working out?......about four or five years
now....longer?" Her eyes darted over to Corbin, making brief contact.
Sharon seemed much more serious now.
Innocently, softly she touched and pinched at her skin and muscles.
This was getting uncomfortable and Corbin was doing her best to fight
the arousal, her legs shifted on the floor as she felt her panties getting
soaked, a slight tickle deep in her vagina warned her of the effect
Sharon's teasing and touching were having. Corbin turned her head and
closed her eyes, fighting with all her willpower, her tortured mind pleaded
within `...please Sharon, please stop,' Corbin had no idea her affections
had become so strong `...I can't deal with this right now.'
Something clicked in Sharon's head and she sat back up, she wasn't sure
if she had crossed a personal line here, suddenly felt awkward herself.
Both girls looked at each other as Corbin's head came around, her left
hand came up brushing aside some hair that had fallen in her eyes. Sharon
smiled thru her awkwardness and rested her hands on her thighs, Corbin took
this opportunity to bring her arms up as she planted her hands firmly on
Sharon's sexy, slender hips; her arms tensed as if to push her friend off.
"Hey!" Sharon gasped, and grabbed Corbin's hands trying to pry them from
her hips, "What do you think your doing!?"
Corbin relaxed her arms suddenly thinking she might have grabbed too
hard and let Sharon push her away, but was shocked as her friend suddenly
smiled and pushed her own hands into Corbin's matching palm for palm. To
Sharon it felt warm, and invitingly smooth as she pressed softly at first
letting their palms glide over one another until that perfect touch was
found. Slowly her fingers came up and spread outward, a faint smile
creased across her lips. `Oh god, this has to be the most erotic feeling'
Sharon felt a slight tremble in her legs and arms `what am I doing?' her
mind cautioned.
Corbin saw the invitation and parted her fingers in response, the two
girls sighed in unison as fingers slowly slide into one another and
interlocked, and it was at this moment Corbin knew this embrace of their
hands was a bit more then just casual. For the first time since she has
ever known Sharon, their skin on skin contact conveyed something more then
friendly; it was caressing, and sensitive, yet something provocative enough
that they both felt the challenge between them.
Sharon started to push first, and met immediate resistance. Corbin
suddenly struggled with something she had never experienced before and
decided to give in, her muscles relaxed and allowed her arms to be slowly
pinned above her head. Submissively she looked up, her lips trembled with
an uncomfortable smile as Sharon leaned over, pushing down.
"....where do you think your going, my little friend?"
Corbin sighed weakly as Sharon's fingers pressed into the back of her
hand and she leaned down further.
"Come on tough girl, let's see you get of this one" Sharon tightened her
thighs as her heels came up and dug into Corbin's butt. Sharon flashed a
seductive smile and was suddenly shocked to feel herself getting warm and
flustered. It definitely felt good having this powerful body twisting and
turning under her, she felt in control even if Corbin was maybe playing
along, but she involuntarily ground her crotch into Corbin's hard stomach
some more, a bead of sweat ran down her cheek as she smiled again, trying
to maintain a casual affair to the whole thing.
Sharon shifted her weight, and in one innocent movement, her breasts
swayed to the right and they dragged across Corbin's chest, both girls
emitted faint sighs as their nipples pressed into one another and instantly
stirred to life, thrusting into one another. Sharon felt it, all the way
deep into her crotch, almost instantly her pussy and nipples reacted as one
from the sensation.
Corbin thought for sure she sensed Sharon linger for a few seconds, as
nipples continued to spring to life and pressed against one another.
Corbin bit her lower lip with the anticipation of something that was all
but unthinkable, as Sharon's thick nubs pressed and resisted.
But it was not meant to happen this night.......Sharon suddenly leaned
back releasing her finger lock with Corbin.
`Ohh fuck...' Corbin thought, as she felt this might be the worst thing
that could have happened. `...not with Sharon', but she could feel her
nipples as they continued to push and stretch against her dark blue cotton
tank top. Sharon's smile became a bit more sincere, maybe even reassuring,
her eyes darted downward to look at her own nipples protruding thru her
thin yellow fabric, almost as hard as she could ever remember. Looking
back up with her face full of surprise, and more then a little red. The
uneasy moment lingered as Sharon hovered, the smell of perfume and sweat
filled their senses, only intoxicating the situation and creating
confusion. Sharon swallowed hard, her eyes betrayed a wide range of
emotions as she tried to cope with what was happening and with what she
perceived to be fear behind Corbin's stare. `Oh my god, do I?...should I?'
Sharon thought, and almost began to panic as her mind raced to figure out
if she and Corbin were experiencing the same thing or was it her
imagination,
`I've always thought Corbin to be attractive, but what the fuck is going
on here?'
Only a few seconds had passed but it felt like forever before Sharon got
the courage up and started to lean forward........
It was as if someone had snapped a finger, breaking the hypnotic trance
between the two girls, when the ringing of a phone exploded into the room.
`Oh shit' Corbin thought, as her eyes closed from a mix of relief and
torture, feeling the moment torn from both of them.
Sharon hesitated, then slowly climbed off, whispering as she pulled away
"Saved by the bell."
Corbin watched Sharon's beautiful body, elegantly move across the room,
her hand came up and tugged her shorts that had ridden up into the crack of
her ass barely exposing her smooth cheeks. She then spun around and
grabbed the phone off the wall.
Placing the phone up to her head, she quickly paused and put her hand
over the receiver and looked back over to her prone friend "Don't move, I'm
not done with you yet." she said with a smile.
"But `I' am done" Corbin sighed quietly to herself, wiping the sweat
from her forehead and slowly rolled over, "Now's my chance" she mumbled.
Swiping the sweatshirt off the floor, and quickly retreated to her room
unsure of how to deal with what just happened. Franticly she paced, then
in frustration tore her sweat pants from around her waist ripping them down
her legs, and gave them a hard toss to the corner. Her ass flexed in her
cotton panties as she fumbled for a nightshirt, her naked firm breasts
bounced slightly as she gave them a caressing rub, trying to sooth her
aching nipples as they continued to expand in the open air. Pulling down
hard on her shirt in frustration, she turned to climb into bed letting her
head fall back on the pillow, eyes shutting tight as she breathed a sigh of
relief, `Maybe this whole episode tonight will just pass?',
`Yeah, fat chance' Corbin quickly answered her own question, but others
kept coming at a confusing pace, `was it just the physical confrontation,
was it because it was with Sharon, and why did it feel so different then
when she fought with Tasha.......what could it be!?' she had no answer.
`Or maybe.....' Corbin suddenly rolled over, burying her face into her
pillow not wanting to even contemplate the possibility. Propping herself
up on her elbows, blonde hair falling all around her face, "Please
no...please no..." her voice cracking under the faint whisper, admitting to
it only seemed to upset her more, her body trembled with panic. She let
herself flop back down on the bed, her head buried in the soft confines of
her pillow as she began to softly weep so Sharon wouldn't hear her. In her
head, she made her ultimate confession, `I am falling for you Sharon, my
best friend.' But it was the guilt that painfully burned thru her heart and
soul, `what if I was to tell her? She would probably freak out and hate
me, no doubt', Corbin surmised it would come between their friendship,
`what would I do then?'
Shifting her body onto her left side, Corbin quickly calmed herself and
looked up at the blinding light bulb of the nearby lamp. `Best that I just
don't say anything, and forget about it.' She felt she had no choice in the
matter, `besides, I don't have anyone else to confide in.'
Another tear streaked from the corner of her left eye and onto the sheet
as she slowly reached for the lamp switch, using all her will she tried to
silence the lonely cry, deep in her soul that wanted freedom.
Sharon hung up the phone and strolled into the living room, her hand
fumbled with the nearby lamp until she found the switch. The room went
almost pitch black, until her eyes adjusted to the light coming from
underneath Corbin's door, `Still up' she told herself, her hand came up to
knock on the door but stopping short, for the first time she felt awkward
and it concerned her, `I don't even know what to say' she thought.
She heard the click as the light went out from under the door, `oh well,
it's late anyway', her fingers lightly stroked the wood paneling, and she
smiled to herself.
`Good night Corbin' she whispered and walked to her room.
Quietly she closed her door and moved towards her desk, a large mirror
hung on the wall before her. Sharon reached for her hairbrush, but her
mind had already started to drift, the movements were almost mechanical as
the bristles were pulled thru her brown locks. The temptation was too
strong not to pass thru this newly opened door within the recesses of her
mind, all it took was one small push and curiosity was just enough
motivation.
Tilting her head away from the soft yellowish glow of the corner lamp,
she took a deep breath as her eyelids slowly closed. Subconsciously the
brush lowered, coming to rest in her lap as Sharon shifted her bare thighs
against the seat for comfort. Her hips began to roll in a semi-circle as
she slowly arched her back so her chest thrust outward, two hard nipples
pointed straight into the air, her tight top resisted their firm presence
and tried to restrain them, only causing them to swell and ache further.
Her pussy was now making full contact with the wood surface of the chair
as her panties tightly stretched and pulled against her crotch, quickly she
sucked in her lower lip as teeth bit down and nibbled on soft lip flesh to
try and suppress a faint moan. Slowly, erotically her hips rocked on the
chair as a small gasp of air would exhale and then draw fresh new air back
into her lungs, within seconds she could feel her own wetness forming and
starting to trickle down.
As powerful as her desire, a more powerful tug on her mind made its
presence known, maybe it was some guilt over the taboo of it all, but her
dry mouth uttered a faint sound...
"Stop...stop...stop......I can't be doing this, not with Corbin" Shaking
her head in disbelief.
In complete frustration she stood up and threw the brush down on the
counter,
"Dammit" looking at her reflection in the mirror...angry and confused
she roughly grabbed her yellow tank top and yanked it from her torso, as
her two firm breasts swung free. Her hands came up and cupped each one as
she studied her nipples, `not very long' she thought, perhaps almost half
an inch full erect, but they were extremely thick and very hard when
aroused.
`Oh lord let me just be horny from not having seen my boyfriend in so
long' she closed her eyes and pleaded. Pulling her nightshirt from the
bed, she dressed and climbed into bed, hoping a good night's sleep would
bring some answers.
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