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Saga of Corbin and Sharon: Part 4 Confronting Emotions.
By Jim
Tasha sprung from her chair with newfound energy and quickly readied
herself, while trying to remain calm. `Dammit, I don't even know if Corbin
is going to be there. And if she is...then what!? I guess it doesn't
matter in any case, I'm fucking tired of sitting around and letting this
eat away at me' She ran every scenario over and over in her head, but in
the end she really didn't even care anymore, the pull was just too strong,
she wanted to try and make amends with Sharon.
She had made the drive a dozen times over, but every mile stretched out
forever as her nerves made her stomach do flip-flops. Pulling her car up
front, her eyes scanned the front of the building and suddenly everything
seemed to slow down, as if every action carried some important weight in
the whole scheme of things. Her thoughts quickly became a confusing
tangle, throwing her concentration off, as she caught site of Corbin's car
parked down the street, `Well damn, this is it, I hope this is a pleasant
encounter, for Sharon's sake...hell, for everyone's sake'.
A turn of the key and the engine died.
"Ok, let's pull it together girl" Tasha seemed to order herself under a
hushed voice. Her head lowered as her eyelids gently closed to welcome the
silence inside of her car, while she tried to gather her thoughts. But it
did little in the way of comfort as her body yielded to her flooding
imagination, which played out every possible scenario that could unfold
from her action's today. Even sitting still was a challenge; she felt her
bra strain against the hardening of her nipples as a faint moist sensation
spread to her panties. In a desperate act for relief, she bolts from the
car trying to control her wondering mind. Tasha began to worry if she had
made a big mistake in doing this, as everything seemed to annoy her, even
the sound of the door creaking as it opened to the downstairs foyer of
Sharon's complex caught her attention. As her right foot came to rest on
the first step, she paused, and looked up the twenty or so steps leading up
to the Townhouse. Her right hand gently came to rest on the banister as
she took a minute to compose herself;
`Just be cool and calm, no matter what...it'll work out for the
best...it has too'.
Nervously a finger brushed a faint hint of perspiration from her upper
lip and forehead before running hands and fingers over her short spring
dress, trying to compose herself, if nothing else, for the sake of
appearance.
`Glad to get those errands over with' Corbin thought as she breezed thru
the door.
Suddenly her body froze, as if caught in a state of suspended animation,
staring in sheer disbelief at the sight before her. `What the fuck' her
heart almost skipped as she tries to desperately evaluate the situation,
but her initial shock had left her at a loss rational thought.
Tasha turned, glancing over her shoulder towards the door, her fingers
suddenly grip the banister with intensity as the two women make eye
contact; it was like seeing one another for the first time all over again,
until...
...recognition, reality, and the memories began flooding back, creating
an overpowering abundance of erotic impulses, leaving both girls
momentarily speechless...but only for a moment....
Her belly fluttered as she wasn't even sure if it was Corbin, somewhat
taken aback by the site. Corbin's hair was unusually pulled back into a
tight ponytail; dressed in a pair of sandals, khaki shorts and a snug
fitting white t-shirt. Her body was devastating, `damn, she is looking
harder then ever' was the first thought to cross Tasha's mind. The tight
'T' only made her already decent size breasts seem devastatingly more
powerful and firm while the thin veil of fabric did little to hide the wall
of abdominal muscles that moved with her every breath. Corbin was also
well into a light tan, which only accented every one of her alluring
endowments. Tasha felt her face blush as she didn't know if she wanted to
fuck or fight this white girl; she didn't care, it only took a few silent
seconds for her to cave into her lust that was now taking charge of every
impulse. `Fuck...' Tasha thought `...what do I do now?'
Pulling herself together, she moves away from the stairs and to Corbin's
right, her eyes never wavering from the girl across from her.
Except to shift her weight over to her right leg, Corbin remained still,
trying to disguise the nervous trembling that suddenly developed in her leg
muscles,
`What is wrong with me?' silently scolding herself, fighting for
control, a battle she was quickly loosing. She was thankful her sunglasses
were still on as her eyes blatantly roamed over Tasha's body, soaking in
every inch of the beautiful, dark woman before her, yet her very presence
perpetrated a threatening air which aroused Corbin's own inner hostility.
Silently the two stared one another down, maybe neither wanting to use
words on each other, but the current circumstances prevented any other
course of action. Corbin's emotions seemed to rise like tidal waves, each
one carrying a different reaction; Anger and hostility for this impromptu
confrontation; but watching those long, dark legs strategically move across
the floor and the fullness of Tasha's chest behind her dress only gave way
to her aching lust, to once again fight, woman to woman.
`I guess there is only one way to find out' Corbin thought...
"What do you want?"
Completely unprepared for any of this, she almost choked on the words.
Her words projecting a slightly unfriendly, accusatory tone, as her hand
came up to finally remove her sunglasses. Eyelids blinked in adjustment
until her pupils finally focused and the two girls locked eyes on one
another, each girl searched for something...anything that might reveal some
hidden truth.
`Dammit get a hold of yourself', the more Corbin tried to calm herself
the worse the tension spread thru every muscle, her breathing shortened to
rapid breaths.
Tasha probed Corbin's face and eyes for something, anything. But Tasha
wasn't all fighter, she found herself becoming caught up in the more erotic
elements as her piercing stare softened, maybe the long lashes or the soft
hazel color of those pupils, `those eyes' she thought as her feminine side
betrayed her. Her muscles even relaxed for a split second, to even
consider `What if things were different?'
Nevertheless, she quickly hardened herself as her mind snapped back to
attention by the edgy tone coming from her adversary.
"I...I...just wanted to talk to Sharon..." Tasha's voice rose with some
level of irritation.
"Ohhh Really!?...And is Sharon aware of this little visit, or do you
JUST happen to be in the neighborhood?" Corbin raised a suspicious eyebrow,
and stepped forward in a threatening manner. Tasha was shocked at Corbin's
aggressive but perceptive tone, strangely she was relieved and aroused by
it, so much so, that she wanted to reach out and lay her hands on this girl
right now.
Corbin's anger was quickly simmering and it started to boil over, she
wanted to kick Tasha's ass out of this hallway and out of her and Sharon's
lives forever. A slight hesitation flickered thru her mind as she suddenly
became self-couscous of that mental slip, `what does Sharon have to do with
this?'
"I wanted to see what Sharon has to say." Tasha's lower lip trembled
with frustration as her shoes shifted on the floor, her body cocked to one
side to project a defensive posture.
"After the crap you've pulled?"
In the blink of an eye, Tasha went from arrogant satisfaction...to fear,
as Corbin seemed almost upon her, advancing a couple of steps. Tasha
stiffened and didn't move, standing her ground as a nervousness swelled in
the pit of her stomach remembering what happened during their last physical
encounter. However, neither girl was so involved that the outside dangers
were completely transparent, so when the click of an upstairs lock and the
faint turning of a knob echoed throughout the foyer, it registered with
immediate impact. Like an ice pick, it drove into their confrontation.
"Hey Corbin, thought I heard you.........." Sharon came bouncing down
the stairs, with her big smile, but the words trailed off when she saw
Tasha standing there. Her face turning sour and angry, "What are you doing
here?"
"Just to talk, please." Tasha wasn't used to groveling like this, but it
she wanted to make amends.
Sharon didn't hesitate for a second, "I told you we needed some time..."
Corbin interrupted, "No, go ahead Sharon, it's okay, see what she has to
say." Corbin faked a smile and headed up the stairs, trying to slide past
Sharon, but was intercepted by a light tug on her arm, her head came up and
Sharon's look of concern probed for any doubt. It was difficult, as Corbin
felt a little uncomfortable.
Tasha utilized the brief exchange between the two as extra time to pull
herself together, but out of the corner of her eye she watched, and
listened.
"You ok?" Sharon asked in a lowered voice, her light touch on Corbin's
arm intensified with concern.
"Yeah, fine, I'll be upstairs." Corbin mustered her best face.
Sharon still felt something still wasn't quite right, but decided to let
it go, spontaneously she leaned over and kissed her friend lightly on the
cheek,
"See you later."
Corbin almost seemed to lean in a bit, as if to receive it, now THAT
Tasha did pick up on, the back of her neck tensed trying to read what just
transpired on the steps between the two girls.
Sharon turned to look down at Tasha who seemed to be staring right back
at her, in a split second, Tasha caught Corbin's condescending look of
suspicion as it disappeared behind Sharon's head. It was a very surreal
site.
"Let's hear it." Sharon slowly came down the stairs.
Corbin slammed the door behind her, wanting to explode as she paced the
room trying to calm down, she was proud of herself for keeping it together
and not totally loosing it in the hallway. Falling back on the couch, her
hands came up to brush the sweat from her face, she felt the tremble of her
own touch as her body lay on the soft cushions.
`I'm a wreck', her left hand ran across her forehead as a slight smile
managed to creep across her lips, recalling the look of fear in Tasha's
eyes down in the foyer, and for a moment she enjoyed the sense of
empowerment that it gave her. Glancing down, she was shocked to see her
white t-shirt was soaked in perspiration, her nipples pointing straight
upward with angry determination "Damn..." her voice groaned in recognition
"...this is getting out of control" her whispering voice almost chuckled at
the humor of it all.
"Sharon look..." Tasha started.
"Why didn't you call first?!" Sharon interrupted and stepped up to
Tasha, her face inches away, "Can't you see Corbin is still uncomfortable
with all of this, I still need time to smooth things over with her after
that crap you pulled at the party."
Tasha's eyes widened with concern over trying to explain that whole mess
now, it was becoming painfully clear that Corbin and Sharon kept little to
nothing from one another, feeling more like an outsider then ever only
riled her emotions.
"And what would you have said if I had asked to come over...HUH?...'NO!'
that's what!" Tasha conveyed a look of sincerity thru her hurtful stair.
"And you should know that Corbin was just as much a part of that whole
thing as I...."
"You started it!" Sharon interrupted, "And that's all that matters!"
"That's not all that matters, to some degree I still feel justified in
what I did!"
"Well if that's the way you feel, then get the hell out of here, were
thru!" Sharon spun around to head back up the stairs.
"Sharon no wait, hold on..." Tasha pleaded, her hand reached out and
grabbed Sharon's right forearm.
Sharon jerked her arm free with a fearsome display of strength and
agility, the likes Tasha had not seen in her before, her eyes a deep, angry
blue, "Oh, what are you going to do, get physical with me now too?" Sharon
stepped back down and got in Tasha's face.
"What!?" Tasha leaned back in disbelief. "N....no....no...Sharon..."
Her voice cracking under the emotional stress of trying to hold everything
together, everything was falling to apart faster then she could pick up the
pieces.
"I'm sorry, maybe I did handle things poorly..." Tasha couldn't utter
another word, she just stood in total shock, reeling from it all. Her
worst nightmare had come true, loosing the fight to Corbin and on the verge
of loosing a friendship that she had once valued....'I still value'.
"Tasha, just go home okay?" Sharon's voice suddenly toned down,
"Look...I'll...I'll call you okay? Just give it some time." Sharon right
hand came up and stroked Tasha's left arm.
Tasha just simply nodded and quietly turned away, once out of the
building her hands came up to cover her face as she began to sob as quietly
as she could until safely in the confines of her own car. `You stupid
arrogant bitch!' Tasha chastised herself over and over, `You deserve this!'
But Tasha had tenacity and the drive home was full of every possible
idea that could make amends for what had happened and how to fix
everything.
The day of Sharon's social get-together/party had arrived. It had been
one of the longest weeks that Sharon could remember in a long time, she
felt the need to skirt any topic that might lead to a conversation about
their little tussle on the living room floor. She knew as long as she
didn't say anything then it would never come up, Corbin was not likely to
bring it up at all.
Corbin's main concern was with what to wear and decided on something a
bit sexier than her usual attire. Opening her closet, she pulled down a
thin, very skimpy silk dress. Holding it up to her body the dress stopped
about mid thigh, pretty short but not too-too short, she neatly laid it on
the bed. Reaching for the dresser drawer, and pick out some white silk
panties, laying then down next to her dress and lined up a pair of shoes on
the floor.
The shower was more relaxing then she anticipated, Corbin clung to the
towel around her midsection as she got her clothes together. Her mind had
shifted gears, something she had to force herself to do, `must get into
social-mode' she would tell herself, as primping didn't come as easy to her
as it did with Sharon. Most times, Sharon would have to help her with her
hair, and makeup or it would take her forever to finish up. She pulled her
small white tong panties up tight and tilted her head back as she felt the
slightest bit of pleasure from the sensation and paused for a minute as she
maneuvered her thighs and hips to let the elastic material settle in.
Picking up the dress she walked over, her firm legs and sculpted ass
muscles flexed with every step, only her full, heavy breasts swung slightly
in all of their glory. Letting the thin fabric fall down around her
shoulders as she worked it down over her hips and pulled it into place over
her breasts, she liked how the pinkish color of the dress helped to accent
her tan legs and arms. She turned around quickly and proceeded to check
herself out from every angle trying to see if anything was out of place.
Corbin felt sexually adventures and daring going without bra and such small
panties, especially in such a loose short dress. However, it felt nice the
way the fabric clung to every curve of her almost naked body, and even
somewhat `vulnerable' being so potentially exposed.
When the two girls finally arrived at the party, the first thing Corbin
noticed was how elegant and beautiful the house was, `Sharon wasn't joking
when she bragged about this place'. She mustered her best socializing
personality as she made her way thru the crowd, her eyes darted around from
group to group, unfortunately she had lost site of Sharon at one point and
was having to fend for herself, something she hated, not being a big
socialite. `Finally' she thought spying a small of friends that invited
her to have a seat. Corbin tried to hold up casual conversation, but her
mind was being flooded with too many distractions, her life was becoming an
emotional roller coaster ride lately as her mind continued to drift.
Almost as a distraction she swished the wine around in her glass,
mesmerized by its movement. Looking down and noting her drink almost on
empty, Corbin decided to make her way to find some more refreshments.
Moving through a long hallway she would periodically peek into a room, the
whole first floor had beautiful crown molding running along ten-foot
ceilings. Hard Wood flooring throughout the entire residence with custom
inlaid patterns running along the baseboards of very room. Moving down the
hall she passed a small group of guys who made no effort to restrain their
gawking, turning away from them she made a pained expression as they
continued to stair blatantly at her ass and legs `I knew I shouldn't have
worn this dress'. Ducking around a corner into one of the few empty rooms,
she went back to admiring the some of the furniture, her fingers running
along the back of a large sofa, following the texture of the fabric.
`Thought that was her', Sharon's shoulder came to rest against the
doorway as her finger lightly caressed the mostly empty wine glass, making
slow circles over the rim.
A knowing smirk crossed her lips, she felt bold and empowered at the
moment, and alcohol can have that effect. Bending her left leg, she would
gently graze and rub her calf muscles together while
thinking...contemplating.
"BOO!!!" The voice exploded from right behind her head.
Corbin just about jumped a foot in the air and had to grab her mouth to
suppress a girlish squeal. Her heart raced as she spun around, her eyes
bulging.
Sharon was slightly bent over, her hand over her stomach as she laughed
with glee "HA!.....Gotcha!....You said I would never get you, but I did and
good! You should see the look on your face!"
Corbin's face turned crimson as her hand slowly came down from her
mouth.
"I oughta'..." She reached out and pinched Sharon's arm.
"Ouch!....Hey!....That hurt you brute!" Jerking her arm away.
"Good, that will teach you." Corbin said with some satisfaction.
Sharon's face flushed as she tilted her head downwards, looking at the
nearby end table. Her hand gently, but with determined effort to appear in
control, set down her glass, then turned back to lock eyes with her friend.
A quiet moment passed, `maybe THE moment' Sharon thought, along with the
right mix of intoxicated courage that allowed her inner desires to find
life and cry out for action.
And so it happened, slowly her hands caressed the side of her hips to
straighten out the faintest of wrinkles, she steps in bringing the two
girls less then a foot from one another, but enough she could feel their
bodily heat radiating off one another. Corbin's smile had slowly started
to fade, she was having trouble reading Sharon's body language, but
subconsciously it registered; the wave of perfume, curve of her neck and
glint of lipstick, Sharon's chest leaned in closer. A very revealing dress
with a low scoop back and plunging v-neck down the front gave Corbin a
clear view of Sharon's cleavage, while she leaned in she could look down
and see those slender sexy hips and belly. Corbin felt her cheeks burn red
as she took a slow deep breath trying to stay calm.
Sharon brought her hand up and Corbin's eyes grew wide as she felt a
finger lightly poke at her stomach thru the thin fabric of her dress and
began to draw small circles around her belly button, as her friend's
seductive eyes narrowed.
"Don't make me kick your ass, like I did the other night on the
apartment floor sweetie," trying to suppress a smile while punctuating the
end of her statement with a firm poke at Corbin's stomach.
Suddenly, Sharon's eyes grew wide at the realization of her own words,
she couldn't believe she was being so forward and confrontational, and now
all she could do is wait for a reaction from her blonde friend. Corbin was
a little fearful of where this might lead, but this new aggression from
Sharon excited her. Trying to play it off, she too placed her drink down
next to Sharon's and looked back into those dark blue eyes, also attempting
to hide her own nervousness.
"You think you can, huh?"
Sharon blushed and her body relaxed with relief, `Wow, I am blitzed'
thinking to herself. Turning her eyes away she tried to conceal her
embarrassment at trying to act so tough. Shaking her head while looking at
the ground she softly replied;
"No, I think not."
But, in a moment of pure sentiment, Sharon suddenly threw her arms
around Corbin in a strong, warm embrace. The thin fabric of their dresses
did little to protect their bodies from feeling the impact, as heated
female bodies pressed erotically tight.
`Must be the alcohol and my good mood' Sharon told herself, trying to
explain away this sudden burst of affection, while Corbin felt herself
begin to melt under Sharon's touch, instinctively she returned the friendly
embrace.
"I'm glad you're my friend Corbin."
When Sharon felt Corbin's arms tighten around her, everything suddenly
felt safe and she closed her eyes leaning her head against her friends
firm, tan shoulder. At that moment, Corbin consciously surrendered `fuck
it, I'm tired of fighting my inhibitions and personal feelings' and let out
a faint sigh as she felt the full frontal contact between their bodies,
more shocking was how Sharon slid her right leg in-between Corbin's inner
thighs, `oh shit, this is getting to be too much' Corbin's mind swirled as
smooth, warm flesh pressed together.
Without realizing it, Sharon made the slightest rub with her chest
stirring their breasts to life against one another, as nipples protruded
with increasing force, making their presence known to both women. Sharon
knew that even the alcohol could not be blamed for this new arousal, this
was a completely different intoxication, "this feels good" slipped from
Sharon's lips subconsciously. A faint sigh in response came from Corbin,
who was coming to grips with her own feelings and fighting to stay in
control during this intimate, private exchange. Somehow, `better judgment'
intervened on Sharon's part and she suddenly pulled away, `damn pull
yourself together, Corbin is going to think you are a freak!'
Shaking her head while fanning her eyes with her left hand.
"Oh Jesus, can't cry now, my makeup will smear. Sorry don't mean to get
all sentimental on you. Just ignore me I have had allot to drink." Sharon
quickly tried to collect herself. Corbin was already busy trying to
conceal her own embarrassing revelations; turning her body to one side
while her arm comes up to playfully twist her locks of hair. Hopefully to
hide her nipples from Sharon's view, "Oh that's ok" she smiled as her right
foot nervously tapped on the floor.
"Damn, well...." Sharon smiles at Corbin "...let's pull it together here
before someone walks in thinking were being all `kinky' and stuff' "
Shaking her head slightly and picks up her drink.
Corbin lets out a frustrated sigh and smiles back, "Yeah,
we..uh...better get going."
"Hey, looks like we could both use a refill......come on" Sharon flashes
her smile and takes Corbin by the hand giving her a reassuring squeeze and
leads her out of the study. Feeling like a little girl again, Corbin
freely allowed her friend to lead the way. Sharon dragged her around the
party for a few more hours till the girl could barely stand on her own two
feet, but this time it is was Corbin who helped Sharon out the door and
into the car. Corbin leaned her friend against the passenger side and
stepped away to unlock the door, she kept a watchful eye on her wobbly
friend, Sharon head would tilt off to one side and she would smile,
mumbling something incoherent while Corbin fumbled with getting the door
open.
"Okay, let's get you strapped in." Corbin guided Sharon into the seat.
"Heeeeyyyyy...I...I..can...I'm...no...retard....I know how...." Sharon
slurred as she fumbled with the seat belt protesting Corbin trying to
buckle her in.
"Okay, fine, do it yourself then." Corbin closed the door and walked
around to the driver side, slipping into the seat she started the car and
buckled herself in.
"HEY!" Sharon shouted, "This....fu...king.....thang....fucking
broken..." Sharon body was slumped over as she had missed getting the latch
buckled, over and over.
Corbin snatched the buckle out of her hand and snapped it together.
"Hey woman! Watch...dis fucking........dress....don't wrinkle it."
Sharon looked up, her eyes glazed over and half closed, she looked ready
for pass out. Corbin shook her head and smiled.
"You're the lightweight you boozer." Corbin snickered.
"Wha?....you....fucking...wha?....what you call me?" Sharon leaned back,
her long brown hair falling loosely about her face. Corbin just shook her
head and turned onto the road to head home as Sharon mumbled her
complaints, until she eventually passed out. Sharon moaned and was of
little to no help as Corbin struggled to get her out of the car and into
the building as she tried to guide her thru the door and into the foyer.
Corbin sunk her fingers around Sharon's hips, she could feel the tiny
elastic band of her thong over her hips as she pushed and guided Sharon up
the stairs.
"Heyyy....don't be getn' fresh back there!" Sharon drunkenly teased.
"You wish." Corbin gritted her teeth and smiled at her bold comeback.
At the top of the steps, Sharon carefully leaned back against the
railing and daintily brushed aside her brown hair and gave a sloppy smile,
"Nuh-uhhhh...you wish." Sharon leaned forward unsteadily and teasingly
waved a finger in the air towards Corbin, who just blushed and unlocked the
door.
As Corbin ushered her into the house and gently helped her to bed,
Sharon surprisingly wrapped her arms around Corbin's neck as she tucked the
pillow under Sharon's head, "Corbin..." Sharon's fading voice whispered.
"What?" Corbin paused, looking down, Sharon's eyes were closed as she
drifted in and out of consciousness.
"Thank you" Sharon smiled as her arms grew heavy and limp, falling away
from Corbin's neck.
"Your welcome" Corbin whispered. Sharon's left eye opened a bit, and
her head turned to her nightstand, her left arm fumbled but eventually
found a picture on the stand, it was of her boyfriend Paul, she picked it
up and to Corbin's surprise she threw it on the ground, glass shattering
all over the floor.
"SHARON!?" Corbin snapped in surprise.
"Fuck'em, self absorbed bastard, it's over anyway." Sharon eyes grew
heavy as she drifted off to sleep. Corbin knelt down and quickly cleaned
up the glass and the picture. She didn't know if Sharon was serious or
not, but she placed the frame back on the nightstand. Quietly Corbin stood
and turned out the light, closing the door behind her not even thinking
that anything tonight would mean a thing, given Sharon's condition.
Corbin's eyes snapped open to the morning light as her fingers reached
up to rub the hazy events of the preceding day and night from her mind.
Her body and muscles resisted, but she forced herself to crawl out of bed
as her eyes blinked a few times, leaning forward she sat still and
listened. She had not heard Sharon stir in the other room, `must still be
asleep, passed out more like it' Corbin surmised as she looked over at the
clock, `9:30am huh, good time for a run this morning.'
Slowly Corbin stood up walked to her dresser and gathered her running
attire together.
Pulling her black sports bra firmly down over her breasts, making the
always-necessary adjustments. She had gotten used to the feeling of
wearing one, in typical fashion it compressed her chest and was
uncomfortable given her breast size, but if she didn't they would bounce
all over the place. She then proceeded to adjust her underwear and running
tights, before pulling on her long, baggy nylon pants. They were dark blue
with a thin white strip running the length on each side. Sitting on the
bed she carefully laced her running shoes and pulled her hair back into a
ponytail. Pulling down a cotton T-Shirt she stood up and walked out into
the living area quietly; quietly walking down the hall she cracked open the
door and checked on Sharon who was still asleep, her blanket was pulled all
the way up, only revealing a mop of long brown hair at the head of the bed.
Quickly she turned and left a note on the door before exiting the house.
Sitting on the small patch of grass out front, she stretched out her
legs, further and further she pushed them out to her sides until she had
formed a complete split, knowing full well if she didn't stretch often, her
muscles had a tendency to cramp. She didn't want to push herself as hard
this morning as her long legs pounded against the pavement reverberating up
through her body. Her pace was slow, still trying to feel for any warning
signs from her right leg, but none could be found. Like a perfectly
synchronized clock, her arms took up a relaxed posture at her sides bent at
ninety degrees, but barely moved, her upper body also relaxed as she fell
into her standard pace. Neither faster nor slower, but for several miles
she maintained the same movements that seemed to take on an almost
mechanical movement. At some point during her run, she allowed her mind to
slip and loose itself in the tangle of events; her hope was that she would
emerge emotionally unscathed from everything and that her relationship with
Sharon would be renewed and stronger then ever before. As her mind swirled
with all the possibilities and complications in her life, her own movements
had started to slip and become more energized. Her breath was becoming
noticeably intense now, sweat began to come a faster pace, pouring from her
every pore as she felt her stride starting to fragment. But on she
continued, letting her pace pickup to an incredible speed until she could
feel her own energy reserves beginning to peak. It was as if she was
trying to exercise every thought about her friend Sharon, to let it all go;
harder and harder she pushed herself, as every movement was an attempt at
liberation until finally, she reached her destination. It was a small Park
located just on the outskirts of the University, slowly she walked in
random directions, hands on hips trying to collect her breath, having to
pause and actually bend over a few times, spitting onto the ground below.
`Fuck, damn.' She knew she had overdone it and would probably have to walk
back to the house. As her breathing started to come down, she stood up and
glanced around, and began to walk to a nearby clearing. A group of people
appeared to be actively playing football, but she had a hard time making
out faces from her distance. Curiously she wondered closer and closer, but
not recognizing anyone so she began to turn.
"Corbin!" the voice rang out from behind.
Looking around for its source, a guy waved from the group playing
football, appearing that there was some break in the action. Corbin
squinted and barely made out the figure, she recognized him from school.
`John?' she thought, `Corbin only knew him casually, but he was one of
those people who acted like he was best friends with everyone, even if he
had only met them once'.
She gave a half-hearted wave, one of those small little waves that was a
friendly hello, but not much more. He didn't get the point as he jogged
over to her direction, `Damn' Corbin mused, she was lucky she had
remembered his name.
"Hey!" He announced as he ran up to her "Long time, how have you been?"
"Fine and yourself?" She smiled but not overly so, she has to carefully
measure how much of a smile she gives someone, she learned awhile ago that
guys seem to think that a warm smile with friendly intent means that you
instantly like them and therefore wanted to go on a date or go to bed with
them.
"You know, if you want to join us your more then welcome, not to mention
you would be a great asset." She picked up on a more then friendly smile as
he was also paying her a compliment beyond the mere invitation.
By now a few others had wondered over in their direction,
`What the hell?...' Corbin thought in frustration `...what am I? Some
tourist attraction.'
"Uhm.." She entertained the thought for the sake of politeness, but
shook her head, "..nah, not today."
Introductions were made to a few of the people she didn't know. There
were already two girls playing.
The first one she met was very friendly, she had a nice smile,
"Hi I'm Debbie" Her handshake was somewhat meek and she was kind of
small and looked like she was getting the worst of it. Dirt smudges all
over her body and her hair was a tangled mess. But she had a good attitude
and maintained a smile, although Corbin could tell she was taking allot of
abuse. "The only reason I'm here is because I let my friend.." Pointing to
the other girl "...bully me into playing."
The other girl was a different story all together. She had the football
in her hands and stood with a cocky air, she was tall, lean, long red hair
that was tied around back and tucked into the back of her shirt. She
twirled the ball in her hands with a sense confidence. She stared Corbin
up and down and wasn't pleased with this at all, she was enjoying all the
attention she was getting, and having this blonde show up as all the guys
began pouring their attention all over her was starting to pluck her last
nerve.
"I'm Lisa" She stuck her arm out firmly.
"Hi, I'm Corbin" Lisa didn't beat around the bush, she gripped Corbin's
hand in a firm manner. `This girl is out to make a point' Corbin thought.
Corbin had to make a split second decision, let her win the handshake or to
try and squeeze back?
As they disengaged their hands, Corbin realized she had made a mistake
in not sticking up for herself. Her passive handshake only seemed to
energize Lisa, the girl had a triumphant look, feeling she had won the
upper hand with this tall blonde.
"You sure you don't want to play? We'll go easy on you." Lisa thought
that sounded good-natured but she was sure the blonde got the point as an
underlying dialogue passed between them.
"Next time" Corbin brushed it away in an attempt to be casual and
polite.
"I can't wait" Lisa flipped the ball in the air continuing their ongoing
banter, but Corbin didn't respond and just said her goodbyes, Lisa
continued her stair as she walked back to the field.
John straggled behind until it was just the two of them.
"Don't pay any attention to her, Lisa..is...well...she's a tough girl
but she is more full of herself then anything."
"It's ok" Corbin tried not to let it bother her.
"Hey, you busy this weekend, I thought we could get together." He did a
good job of working that into the conversation Corbin thought and held back
a smile. "Thank you, however I am seeing someone now." Corbin was almost
stunned at her admission and she sure as hell wasn't going to elaborate.
"I thought you and Robert broke up ages ago?" He question sounded
sincere.
"We did" She smiled.
"Ahhh, I see, someone new, do I know him?"
"I'm not at liberty to say right now." Corbin tried to play it close to
her chest.
They said their final goodbyes as Corbin made her way off the field, her
head downward in isolated thought, the sounds of the game being played
behind her grew more and more distant. A quick look over her shoulder, she
could barely make out Lisa as she bolted from the crowd, sprinting across
the field as the ball lobbed in the air.....she caught it with ease.
`Better this way' Corbin thought as she turned away `I don't have anything
to prove' already having enough confusion to deal with, in regards to
Sharon.
Finally she could see her street, having pushed herself beyond her
normal workout, she had to walk most of the way back, periodically trying
to do a light jog. Slowly trudging up the stairs, her ears perked up at
the faint sound of two people arguing as she got closer to their door,
`Damn, that's coming from my place.' Her whole body perked up.
Corbin pushes open the door with a sense of urgency and was surprised to
see Sharon walking briskly down the hall from her room, her boyfriend Paul
close on her heels.
"Look, all I want is an explanation......." His sentence cut short as
Paul and Sharon saw Corbin standing in the foyer. Running his hand thru
his hair, he nervously greeted her, "Hey Corbin, sorry for the intrusion,
Sharon and I are...."
"Paul was just leaving." Sharon glanced over her shoulder at him.
"Oh, just like that, three years and no discussion?" he responded.
"We HAVE discussed it, but you haven't been listening, over and over we
talked about your job, my job and on and on. You've made your choice and I
wasn't included in it." Sharon shook her head in frustration. Sharon had
already been thru the emotional wringer on this and didn't have anything
left to give
"I made the choice that was best for the both of us Sharon....in the
long run you'll see." As he continued to making his case.
Corbin just awkwardly stood their, bathed in sweat and still breathing
hard from her run. Quietly she tried to navigate out of sight and into the
kitchen as they argued.
`Damn' Corbin thought `this is not good, I had no idea it was on the
verge of being so totally over between those two.'
She sucked down a large glass of water, but decided to try and sneak to
her room to let the two work it out. Walking towards her room, she
hesitated before closing her door, staring down at her running shoes to
make sure Sharon was okay.
"Look Paul, we've been over this ok, so just please go." Sharon pointed
to the door.
"Not until I get some answers that `I' am satisfied with!" His tone got
angry.
Corbin suddenly took a step in reverse and turned around, she could
clearly see them from her door, which opened up into the living area. "Hey
Paul, maybe later would be a better time to continue this." Corbin tried to
sound calm and even pleasant.
He placed a cold stair in Corbin's direction, "Look Corbin, I know
you're concerned, but please let us handle this." He looked back at Sharon,
his infuriated expression coming back into play.
Corbin could tell he was trying to muster his most intimidating look,
and Sharon's wall of resistance was failing her again and Corbin took
another small step forward, "Uhmm, Paul...Sharon's getting kind of upset."
Corbin tried to be diplomatic, but she knew it was the right thing to say
as Sharon turned and looked up, her expression of gratitude was all the
reinforcement Corbin needed.
"And how about you butt out!" He snapped in her direction, his voice
raised another level.
"Don't yell at her!" Sharon turned and shouted back at him.
"Corbin, just go into your room so we can finish." He pointed, as if he
had some authority over the two of them. But Corbin just stood there,
unflinching.
"Fine, suit yourself." And he turned his attention back to Sharon, but
Corbin didn't let it go and piped up again, "Why are you acting like this?
You're only pushing her further away." Corbin tried laying the diplomacy on
a bit more.
Looking up angrily, "Acting like what?! And why do you keep butting
in?!"
"Acting like a jerk! And I'm butting in because Sharon is my friend and
your upsetting her, so maybe now is a good time for YOU to leave," Corbin
stated as she was the one pointing to the front door.
"Oh really! So why don't you make me!" he said with an arrogant smirk.
Sharon came around and almost got in his face, "Hey! Your problem is
with me! So lay off Corbin."
But Paul had a chip on his shoulder, he never could get a handle on how
to deal with a woman like Corbin and it annoyed him to no end. A beautiful
girl that seemed absolutely self-reliant.
"Yeah I know, you work out and all that crap, so you think you are
pretty tough, right?"
Corbin swallowed hard and just stood their, her eyes never breaking
contact with his, `Here it comes,...' She thought, when ever a guy got mad
at her they always picked or teased her obsession with working out. He
took a step towards her, but Sharon suddenly placed herself between the
two,
"Paul Are you crazy?! How dare you confront Corbin; It's OVER! Now
leave!" Sharon found the resolution to make her demand yet again.
Shaking his head in disgust, he slowly withdrew, putting his emotions in
check. Sharon turned away, trying not to become emotional as he walked to
the door fuming, "I'll call you later." He said resiliently as he opened
the door.
"Don't!" She snapped
He shot both women an angry, disgusted look before stepping into the
hallway, slamming the door shut.
Sharon turned to face the door, her back now to Corbin, until she felt a
soft touch on her shoulder. Corbin had moved directly behind her, so as
she turned the front of their bodies pressed into one another and Sharon
felt Corbin's arms embrace her and the two hugged tightly, Sharon quietly
rested her head on Corbin's shoulder.
"I'm sorry." The soft words filled Sharon's ears as every inhale carried
the heat and sweat radiating off Corbin's body. A slight tilt of Sharon's
head found her lips actually grazing her friend's bare neck, it was an
amazing rush of raw smell and taste of Corbin's salty perspiration, and it
was turning her on!
It was as if she was having to actually restrain a desire to kiss and
lick the sweat off Corbin's neck. Her eyes grew wide with horror `What the
fuck am I thinking!'
Eventually they let loose of one another, Sharon looked down slightly,
her head spinning, she wanted to pull Corbin in close and hold her again,
but she pulled away, `fuck my head hurts.' The hang over from the prior
night's party still raging thru her head and body.
"I think I'm going to lay down for awhile, still a bit hung over."
Sharon looked away as Corbin let go of their embrace and backed off.
"You need anything before I jump in the shower?"
Sharon turned and smiled, "Nah, I'll be fine."
Corbin paused and looked back over at Sharon who stayed rooted in place,
seemingly lost in thought, Sharon jerked her head around and grinned
slightly at having gotten caught in a reflective moment, shaking her head
in frustration,
"Sorry, my life seems to always be one big drama." she moaned, taking a
deep breath.
Corbin finally had to unzip her jacket, pulling it back and slipping it
off her arms, leaving only her sports bra in tact, soaked thru with sweat.
The fabric barely holding back her full round breasts as the running had
caused the bra to shift, rubbing her nipples to life as they now fought
against it's confines, pushing outward like two hard erasers trying to make
their presence well known. Sharon shook her head in amazement at her
friends rippling abs, every curve of her torso, shoulders and arms were
etched with definition. Sharon looked away, self-conscious of her staring,
she had gotten into a bad habit of watching Corbin, especially in some
state of undress, `In any fucking state of undress' Sharon's imagination
getting the best of her.
"Sorry for being all sweaty and stuff" Corbin stuck her tongue out
making a `yuck' face and tossed her jacket in nearby chair.
"I don't mind" Sharon said quietly running her fingernails over her
lips, her heavy breathing coursing over the tops of her finger tips.
Corbin placed her hands on her hips, expelling a sigh while leaning back,
stretching her neck and stomach muscles. Her arms and abs flexed and
pulled tight under her skin, Sharon had to lower her head and cover her
eyes, `Shit, stop doing that' she kept peeking over to watch Corbin's skin,
stretching and glistening with droplets of sweat as her muscles coiled and
twisted underneath. And more agonizing was how her chest pushed out
against the tight fabric, her nipples seemed to almost poke thru the
material as she arched her back. Sharon was lost again...almost entranced.
"Sorry, but my back is killing me." Corbin sighed as she straightens up.
"Alright....that's better" Shaking her arms and trying to relax, she
paused and looked at Sharon, who had just about turned all the way away
from her, nervously rapping her fingernails on her lower lip.
"You okay?" Corbin asked, noticing Sharon had this stressed look on her
face.
"What!?" Sharon spun around her eyes wide with confusion.
"You okay?" Corbin looked concerned.
"Yeah" Sharon murmured, but inside her mind was screaming `Fuck no I'm
not ok, your killing me with you're little stretching routine dammit.'
Sharon had to force her eyes from drifting down to her friend's cleavage
and the beautiful nipples that were protruding from behind the damp fabric.
In any case, Corbin didn't believe her, something seemed to be on Sharon's
mind, `most likely the fight with Paul?' but Corbin had a hunch it was
something more, watching Sharon stroke her fingers thru her hair nervously.
"Are you still mad at me?" Corbin shifted her feet on the floor and
paced back and forth a bit, lowering her head as she made small circles on
the floor with the tips of her running shoes.
"Huh?" Sharon glanced up again still apparently out of it.
"I said, your still mad at me aren't you? For all the mess with Tasha,
you know, the fight and all?" Corbin sighed.
"No...no...not really." Sharon seemed a million miles away now, thinking
back to her own friendly wrestling match with Corbin on the floor a few
nights ago had pushed her a little closer to something she didn't know if
she was ready for. `Provocative...Taboo...Dangerous' all the words that
came to mind, images flashed thru her mind, things she could never piece
together. When she looked back up again, Corbin was staring right at her.
Sharon lost herself for a few minutes as she zoned-out, then letting out
deep sigh she gazed back up ready to continue, she figured the only way out
of her strange funk was to play along with Corbin's hunch;
"Okay, well maybe a little, but I know it's not your fault. I just
don't like the idea of you getting in fights, I'm just overly protective I
guess."
"Yeah, I know." Corbin smiled, she couldn't believe how shy Sharon was
suddenly acting. Her attraction to Sharon was just too powerful and it
overwhelmed her, but not knowing what Sharon was thinking was flat out
scary. Feeling a bead of sweat form on her upper lip, she quickly tried to
hide it by a quick swipe with her right index finger, her hand quickly
returning to fold across her chest, as she walked over to the couch to sit
down, her legs feeling week and unsteady all of the sudden. Corbin sat
back resting her head on the back cushion, her eyes closing.
Sharon stood watching and slowly walked over to where she sat, carefully
she maneuvered between the coffee table and the couch before slowly sitting
down, their knees almost touching. Corbin sat up feeling Sharon's presence
and leaned forward and bowed her head. Sharon brought her left hand up
and, almost in slow motion, the faintest of trembles she put her hand on
Corbin's bare shoulder, it felt hot to the touch "I'm not going to make you
promise me anything, don't worry" a smile forming on her lips. Corbin's
face turned red, her nervous fingers fidgeted, she nearly jumped when
Sharon brought her hands down and clasped them around Corbin's own nervous,
twitching fingers.
"I know you can handle yourself. I just wish you would tell me what's
going on, that's all"
Corbin froze, as Sharon gave her `that' look. Sharon had this way about
her that could entrance anyone and pull them into her alluring seductive
stair.
"Okay, well, I think I can do that." Corbin nodded and smirked.
"Soooo...your not REALLY mad at me after all?" Corbin asked sheepishly,
looking away, her right hand came up to nervously pluck at a stray piece of
fabric hanging off the couch.
"Hell yes I'm mad at you!" Sharon snapped. Corbin's head came around in
shock, Sharon looked serious her eyebrows knotted up in irritation.
Frowning Corbin looked away, "But I thought you said..." Returning to pull
at the loose thread on the sofa.
"Okay, maybe I'm not really mad." Sharon smiled again, Corbin just shook
her head in frustration and smiled.
"It's just that I haven't figured out what your punishment is going to
be." Sharon quickly followed up with a sinister tone.
"Wha...?" Corbin's head came to attention, thinking she misunderstood,
her eyes raised with concern. "...your kidding right? Punishment?!"
Corbin sat up straight in defiance, "Yeah right, I hear..."
"You think I'm kidding?!" Sharon interrupted and stood straight up
before reaching over and gripping Corbin's shoulders with both hands and
pushing her back into the sofa, trying to make sure Corbin's back was
pinned. Corbin's look went from resolute defiance to shock and wide-eyed
disbelief at Sharon's aggression; worse still was how much of a turn on it
was when Sharon would get aggressive and take charge, and now with her
leaning down, her amble tan bosom hung close in Corbin's face, making her
take a deep breath.
Sharon's left hand came up and cupped Corbin's chin firmly, tilting her
head upward just enough that their faces were within inches of one another,
Corbin's eyes wide with excitement, "I just haven't figured out
when...and...how yet." Sharon smiled and gave Corbin's chin a little tug
before leaning away. Corbin just laid back on the sofa in disbelief,
unblinking she watched Sharon walk away to her room, with a confident
swagger to her stride.
"You can't punish me! I'm not some little girl!" Corbin yelled after
her.
"Oh Yeah...we'll see about that." Sharon replied.
`I don't believe it' Corbin was in shock, Sharon's threat about
`Punishment' aroused Corbin to no end. `I hope she was kidding, or maybe
not? Or maybe this has got to stop before I loose my mind!' She rubbed her
eyes and sat up, walking towards the bathroom, but still in total confusion
where she and Sharon stood, between all the verbal and physical banter.
Stopping in front of the mirror, she stared long and hard into the mirror;
`No, I'm not going to worry about it, this is absurd. Sharon is your
friend, it's best that it stay that way. You'll just get in over your
head.' The most agonizing part was how she was beginning to question her
own sexuality. It just didn't make any sense, Corbin thought she knew
herself so well. `Thru I can be quiet, shy and an introvert at times, but,
I don't feel masculine at all' She thought to herself trying to wonder how
she should `feel' as if that would make heads or tails of the whole thing.
She did, on occasion, love lingerie, to dress sexy and utilize her female
charms when she wanted to. But, there was no doubt that Sharon's extrovert
female sensuality aroused her so much it was almost painful to be around.
In anxious frustration she peeled the sweaty top from her body, as her
large, firm breasts swung free, the cool air caressed them as they seemed
to soak in their sudden freedom. The muscles in her forearms and biceps
flexed slightly as she shook her arms trying to relieve some of the
tension, letting her head roll around on her neck. She paused and looked
at herself in the mirror, the fingers of her right hand came up and lightly
caressed her lower and then upper abs, her muscles seemed to twitch at the
ticklish touch of her fingertips before moving up between her full breasts
feeling the firm cleavage of her bosom. And for some odd reason she
thought back to several years ago, to that moment in the locker room with
Taylor, `God, I wonder what ever happened to her?' So many people she lost
touch with, except Sharon. Taylor and her didn't speak much after the
fight, she had been pretty much humbled, more so by the gossip after the
fight. Wild rumors circulated about them fighting in the shower stalls,
knocked out teeth, the worse things your could imagine and that's what was
spread. Corbin looked at her breasts with amazement; in the short time her
mind had drifted into the past, her nipples had gotten hard, really hard.
She playfully touched and pulled her thick, hard nubs and was in shock that
she could feel herself getting turned on at the thought of fighting another
girl; not just fighting, but beating and winning had a sexually thrilling
sensation that fluttered thru her breasts and tummy. Her face flushed a
faint tint of crimson as she had only recently been able to admit the
realization that there was a moment during her fight with Taylor, all those
years ago, when she had in fact become `turned-on'. As her mind slowly
drifted back from her reminiscing, Corbin leaned down and stripped off her
running pants, withdrawing a pair of long, well toned legs. Her thighs and
calves rippled with strength as she ran her fingertips over her smoothly
shaven skin, as an erotic scenario played out in her head. Finally, she
peeled the g-string from her damp crotch and breathed a sigh of relief
while rubbing her trimmed patch of light blonde hair, her moist lips
reacted to her fingers, but she was too tired from her run to entertain the
idea of getting herself off. Turning to the shower, she adjusted the knobs
until a faint mist of steam began to envelope the bathroom and her aching,
naked body stepped in.
Sharon spent most of the day recovering finally showering later that
evening. Corbin was up watching some television stretched out on the couch
when she leaned forward and looked over her shoulder noticing Sharon was
still in the bathroom. Quickly she leaned forward and snatched the
Victoria's Secret catalog of Sharon's off the table and began to leaf thru
it, embarrassed by the fact she actually found many of the women attractive
to look at.
"See something you like?" Sharon's voice coming almost directly behind,
Corbin's whole body jumped and she spastically closed the catalog and
tossed it on the table, trying to look casual as she reached for the remote
and turned the volume up on the TV. Sharon slowly walked around the couch
and sat down on the opposite end with a big smile. Corbin's face was beat
red.
"Now when did you become so interested in Victoria's Secret? You always
shop at `The Gap' or `J. Crew'."
"Just looking." Corbin said, trying to act uninterested in the whole
conversation tilting her red face away.
"Really?" Sharon sat back on the couch and folded her arms in front of
her chest, she was thoroughly enjoying this, watching Corbin squirm her way
out of being caught browsing thru the lingerie edition.
"See anything you like?" Sharon kept taunting.
Corbin just shrugged and kept staring at the TV, refusing to look in
Sharon's direction.
"Those women are so scrawny, I don't see what guys like about them
anyway." Corbin said, hoping to deflect any insinuation on Sharon's part
that she was checking the girls out in the catalog.
"Oh, really, I hadn't noticed myself." Sharon was on the verge of
laughing at Corbin's expense but kept herself in check. Finally, after a
few minutes of silence, Corbin turned and looked over, she could tell
Sharon had continued to stare at her for the past several minutes. When
their eyes finally did meet one another, Sharon had a somewhat serious look
on her face and it worried Corbin,
"Can we talk?" Sharon fidgeted with her fingers, Corbin powered off the
TV and turned to look over, `Uh-oh, this seems serious.' Corbin thought and
impatiently waited, but was relieved when she started in about the whole
ordeal with Paul. It was a relief, and Corbin found it relaxing to just
sit and listen; she didn't move a muscle the whole time as Sharon talked.
For what felt like he first time in a very, long time, she wanted to the
words to flow and wash over her. Not once did she think about turning her
attention elsewhere. Every motion, expression, and soft gesture of her
hands and tilt of her head to the beautiful way her lips formed the words
rolling of her tongue, It was a moment to just `be' and exist in the same
presence and to nurture her relationship with her friend, a friendship that
meant more to her then anything else right now, and hopefully the rest of
her life.
Tasha started and finished the story, amazingly without getting upset
once. She almost told it as-a-matter-of-fact like, staying curled up in
her chair; facing away from her friend made the effort a bit easier also.
But Katrina just couldn't believe what she was hearing, her forehead
resting in the palm of her hands, shaking her head in the silence that
followed the horrendous tale she had just heard.
"Girl, I hope you are joking with me." But she got no response; Tasha
just stretched her arms out over her head and unfolded her legs, giving no
response. Rolling her eyes, Katrina suddenly stood up and walked over to
lean against one of the sliding glass doors her eyes drifting out over the
distant lights of the City.
"Your serious...aren't you?" Katrina face only inches from the glass,
her breath leaving condensation as she spoke. It was a meaningless
question, she knew Tasha was not one to bullshit around like this, but it
also frightened her, which sent a slight thrill up her spine. Suddenly a
smile crossed her lips as a memory came flooding back, looking back over at
Tasha, who had taken up a more relaxed position in the chair.
Tasha cast a look of suspicion in Katrina's direction, "What the fuck is
so funny?"
"You!" Katrina said, "You and something you told me over a year ago."
"Oh yeah, what's that."
"How you said all your fightn' days were over, you were turning...." But
Kat never got to finish her sentence.
"I know what the hell I said, that's why I am going to let this go, I
fucked up OKAY! I mean, how in the hell am I ever going to get along with
people if the slightest little thing sets me off!" Tasha looked away, her
blood on the rise.
"Maybe your right, I'm just...we'll, not used to seeing you like this."
Katrina relaxed back into the chair, shaking her head again, dumfounded.
"Yeah, me neither" Tasha softly followed up. "What's done is done, like
I said, I'm just going to leave it alone."
"You're joking right?" Katrina looks up, her attractive face tensing
with dismay, "I know you're talking about a `new leaf' and all that
crap..."
"It's not crap!" Tasha snapped.
"Yeah, whatever, but you can't just let it go!" Katrina sits up straight
"I don't care who she is!"
Tasha snaps her head around, for the first time looking her friend dead
on,
"NO...leave it alone, I mean it Kat, butt OUT!"
In frustration, Kat quickly stands up and paces the room in an irritated
manner,
"I bet the bitch isn't even a real blonde"
"Oh yeah...." Tasha mumbles a reply, the corner of her mouth forming a
faint hint of a smile as her mind travels to some other place "...she is
alright."
"Well this is still bullshit..." Katrina stops her pacing and turns to
look over to Tasha.
"NO....IT'S....NOT!" Tasha voice was now raising another octave.
"Oh really? Let's see..." Katrina began to count off the fingers of her
right hand as she listed her reasons.
"Sharon tells you things need to cool off, so you do what she says...."
"I don't want to hear this." Tasha gets up from her chair.
"We'll your going to fucking hear it!" Katrina stands in front of her.
"...Everything now revolves around what those two bitches tell you to
do? And like some dumb bitch you sit here and take it! AND FOR WHAT!?"
Katrina was starting to yell and grabbed Tasha by the arm as she turned to
walk away.
"You're fucking going to hear what I have to say!" Kat yelled and pulled
her back towards her.
"The fuck I will." Tasha jerked her arm free and pushed off on Kat,
sending her falling backward, fortunately landing sprawled out on the couch
as she quickly scrambled to get back on her feet.
"Your stupid cunt! You're just trying to fit into their little
lily-white-world! BUT YOU NEVER WILL!" Katrina started getting angry,
infuriated at watching her friend be played for a fool.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Tasha turned back around to face
Kat who was on her feet now.
"You're being played for a fool. The Tasha I used to know didn't take
shit off anyone, and now look at you! Nothing but a big...stupid........"
SMACK
"AGGHHHHHH!" Kat cried out, her head jerked to the right as Tasha's hand
was nothing but a blur, her palm had fully connecting with Kat's dark
cheek. She almost fell over, but caught her self in time.
"Now get the fuck out of my Apartment!" Tasha pointed to the door.
"Not until...." Kat sprang upward and brought around the back of her
left hand, it found Tasha's left cheek with a loud SMACK, the rings on her
fingers almost cutting her smooth cheeks.
"UGGHHHHHhhhhh" Tasha fell back into the chair directly behind her; her
left hand came up to cover and inspect the abused left side of her face.
"You fucking bitch." Tasha cursed, Kat was now standing good and ready.
"If I have to knock some fucking sense into your thick black skull, I
will!" Katrina yelled.
Tasha hands came down and gripped the arms of her chair, this wasn't the
first time her and Katrina have scrapped. Over the years they had gotten
into a number of catfights, over boyfriends, family, and just flat out
simple, stupid disagreements.
"Ok bitch, that's how you want to play this? Lets get it on, no holds
barred, a fight to the finish." Tasha said in a harsh tone and lunged
upward from her sitting position, Kat jumped at her as the two women
collided in the middle of her living room. Their hands going for one
another's hair, Tasha squealed in agony as Kat acquired a deathly grip on
her long black hair, while Tasha was struggling to maintain her own grip,
but Kat wore her hair short, real short.
"Fucking bitch!" Tasha yelled.
"You stupid cunt, your being played by those two bitches!"
"NO I'M NOT....OHHFFFFF!" Tasha groaned as Kat plowed her right fist
into her stomach, causing her to almost fall over, her left hand came down
and clutched her gut.
While bent over, Tasha grabbed onto Kat's bare, right leg, sticking out
from underneath her short skirt and pulled upward on it, driving into her.
The two girls spilled over onto the ground, rolling back and forth, clawing
at each other's clothes and hair. Kat rolled over and into the top
position; her hands reached down and sunk into Tasha's thick dark hair.
"That's the spirit girl, this is more like the Tasha I
used....UGGHHH!!!!!" Kat cried out as Tasha's left hand connected with her
right cheek sending her sprawling off Tasha's stomach, landing on her left
shoulder, she just laid stunned for a second groaning and holding her
cheek.
"Fuck you!" Tasha yelled and rolled on top of Kat, who instinctively
began to thrash and squirm from under her attacker.
"You're going to pay for that bitch!" Kat hissed as Tasha was already
rolling over to mount her foe.
"You're all talk!" Tasha reached down to try and pin her arms, but Kat's
eyes had drawn a bead on those full, heavy breasts that swayed in front of
her face; over the years she had become increasingly jealous of Tasha's
firm, large breasts. Her own were fairly small, about the size of two
small pears. Tasha gasped and her upper body jerked violently as she
looked down to see Kat tearing into her dress, cotton fabric fraying at the
ends as her dress was now torn down the middle. Kat continued to tug and
pull, with her face now red as her arms strained to continue her assault on
the dress.
"You fucking cunt! Stop!" Tasha began to reign down punches and slaps,
to keep Kat from destroying anymore of her dress, but it was too late, her
bountiful dark chest was almost falling out of her exposed bra now.
"Fine, you dirty bitch!" Tasha reached down and ripped at Kat's shirt,
but Kat just lay their and didn't resist, as if she had anticipated the
retaliation with a certain amount of hopefulness. With Tasha's hands now
busy undoing her shirt and bra, Kat smiled and went for Tasha's bra, the
clasp easily popped apart and out spilled Tasha's two black beauties; her
firm, large nipples already beginning to harden.
Feeling the fresh air suddenly engulf her naked chests, Tasha withdrew
her attack to cover up her breasts, but Kat's bra was almost destroyed, and
her smaller right breast was hanging out now, her own nipples becoming hard
during their fight. Looking up at Tasha, who had covered up both her naked
breasts with the palms of her hands, both girls paused gasping for air.
"Your a nasty black bitch you know that Kat!" Tasha hissed.
"You better keep those fat, sagging cow tits covered up!" Kat mocked and
began trying to buck Tasha off her.
"COW TITS!?....You're so jealous of these babies you drool every time
you walk into the room!" Tasha smiled with smug satisfaction.
"Bullshit, I'm glad I don't have to carry those two milk sacks around
all day!" Kat snarled and gave a mighty twist of her hip to the right,
sending Tasha sprawling off of her. Each girl scrambled now, Kat tugging
at her mangled bra until it broke loose and she flung it in Tasha's
direction smacking her in the face.
"AHH! You bitch, that hurt!" Tasha grabbed the bra from where it hand
come to rest on her left shoulder and threw it to the ground, looking down
at the discarded bra of Kat's she gave a mocking laugh, "HAHAHA!! What is
that? Some training bra you're still wearing?"
"Fuck you!" Kat seethed, her face flushed red with embarrassment and
anger now, "I'm going to fucking rip those bloated sacks off your chest!"
"One smack of my tits and yours will be knocked so far back into your
chest your nipples will be poking out your back!" Both girls suddenly
noticed that their nipples were now clearly visible, and growing.
"Fucking bitch!" Kat lunged forward with her smaller chest proudly
pushed out and Tasha leaned in awaiting the impact. Kat's chest was
instantly overwhelmed by the full oozing flesh of Tasha's larger breasts,
her eyes widened with shock as her nipples and tit flesh were completely
engulfed by Tasha's; Quickly she wrapped her hands around Tasha's back and
squeezed with all her might, she figured the best was to beat her
girlfriend was to squeeze her chest as hard as she could against her
smaller boobs, trying to flatten them.
Tasha copied her almost instantly and grabbed Kat in a fearsome bear
hug, "Give it up Kat, you don't stand a chance, your tits are outmatched!"
"Well see!" Kat groaned as leaned down and bit Tasha's shoulder.
"AHHHHHH! YOU DIRTY WHORE!" Tasha felt Kat's teeth dig deep into her
flesh, stopping just barely short of drawing blood. Tasha went berserk and
began twisting her shoulders and hips,
while her right breast would crush and slide into Kat's smothered left.
Sweat was beginning to appear on their foreheads and upper lips. The girls
pursed their lips with their tongues slightly out between teeth as they
continued. Tasha leaned over and also bit into Kat's right shoulder, she
felt the girl groan in pain as they both gnawed and chewed on each other's
flesh with wild abandonment, until their faces came up at the same time
gasping for air. Spit now running down both of their shoulders, teeth
marks leaving their bruising impressions.
As they continued thrusting their breasts together in their crushing
holds, they began to gasp each time they tried to inhale. Groaning and
sweating and breathing more heavily, they continued smashing their breasts
together, each in her own way looking forward to the next step of this
increasingly heated contest.
Although Kat's breasts where no mach in size, her firm nipples were just
as big and hard as Tasha's, as hard nipple flesh painfully became embedded
in each other's mammaires. Straining and squealing now, the girls just
ground their chests together. Each could feel the others nipples, encased
in the flesh as their torso's twisted and dragging together. After the
continuous bashing, the nipples and surrounding breast flesh were becoming
red and painful. With heads on each other's shoulders, the now furious
women carried on the breast fight. Although Kat's tits' were smashed flat
against her chest, their small size didn't radiate out as much pain as she
had anticipated, looking down at Tasha' breast meat ooze from beneath her
arms she increased her hold, hoping to batter Tasha's breasts to point that
the pain was too unbearable to continue.
Suddenly both women screamed in pain and rolled apart, each laying on
their back as they massaged their wounded breasts, each slowly climbed up
and got to their knees and without a word being spoken, the two lunged at
one another. Their bodies rocked back and forth, but somehow managed to
keep themselves from toppling as Tasha was quickly pondering her next move
since Kat didn't seem to succumbing to her breast smothering as she wanted.
Tasha's her head suddenly snapped back causing her to scream, Kat simply
grinned and continued to pull and secure a wicked double handed hair pull,
watching Tasha's upturned face cry out with agony caused her to display a
fierce triumphant smile.
"Your going down you cow-tit bitch" yelled Kat as she managed to keep
her hair pull secured. With screams, grunts and moans, Tasha released her
bear hug and grabbed the top of Kat's head, and starting jerking her head
back painfully, pushing her head away and pulling her in with all of her
strength, causing their breasts to separate, then slam and mash together.
Tasha was only able to reel off about four vicious hair pulls, her large
breasts slapping against Kat's now reddening chest before they suddenly
toppled over from all of the hair pulling. Lying on their sides, still
entangled, their tattered dresses now hiked up over their hips; exposing
their glistening full naked ass cheeks, save for each girl's thong panties.
Quickly their bare legs sprang into action as each attempted to secure a
leg lock on the other. Knees tried to work between legs as each enraged
girl attempted to knee the other's pussy. Locked together tightly, they
each managed to get their left leg between the others legs just barely.
Surprisingly, Tasha opened up her legs invitingly and moaned, "Show me
what you got bitch!"
Kat didn't hesitate and she thrust her left leg in, the top of her meaty
thigh smashed into Tasha's panty covered pussy.
"UGGHHHHH!" Tasha moaned out in pain...and possibly some perverted
pleasure.
"Well...." Tasha grunted, "Open those legs, and let's see if you can
take it." She challenged.
Kat reluctantly parted her long, black legs and awaited, she saw a flash
of black thigh and "OHHHHH FUCKKK!!!!" Her head snapped back as her eyes
closed, it hurt really bad as Tasha's strong leg flattened her pussy lips
with a good drive up into her crotch, her panties offering little to no
protection.
"Sounds like that weak pussy of yours is about to cave in, you want to
surrender now!?" Tasha asked giving Kat a firm tug on her hair.
"Fuck no you whore, breast or pussy, you can't take me!" Kat coughed out
her answer, choking back a sob.
"Then bring it on!." Tasha lifted her right leg, her body trembled at
the anticipation, knowing Kat's next thrust would be brutal and closed her
eyes.
"YOU FUCKING GOT IT!" And Kat reared back her leg and pulled it up hard,
with a loud wet smack Tasha's coughed and moaned out a sickly groan, her
eyelids flew open as tears began to stream from her eyes.
"Ohhhh my god." She voice choking on her own gasps.
Kat's vision narrowed and sneer of satisfaction came over her face,
"Your beat now bitch give it up before I ruin that pussy of yours for
good."
Tasha clearly looked dazed and confused, her head rolled back and forth
on the carpet, as one long pathetic moan eminated from her lips. Her eyes
blinked and she tried to flush the tears from her vision as her head came
around, slowly she was able to focus.
Kat's face came into view, she knew she was hurt but lifting her head up
she managed to speak in a quivering voice, "My....my...my turn you cunt."
And sinister smile came over her trembling lips.
Kat almost gasped in shock, and considered giving up that very second,
but her foolish pride stepped in. Tears began to stream from her face, as
her whole body shook with the thought of what awaited her. Her left leg,
shaking and feeling weak, she slowly rose and exposed her fully bloated,
wet, vulnerable pussy. Her eyes almost conveyed a pleading message of
mercy as she watched Tasha smile, knowing she was going to throw everything
she had into it.
Cocking her leg back, Tasha exploded her leg in an upward thrust.
Kat's whole body went rigged as she poured every bit of strength she had
into the move and barely, just barely, her two thighs came together and
clamped down and caught Tasha's right leg in time.
"You fucking chicken! I knew you couldn't take it....YOU LOOSE!" Tasha
yelled.
"BULLSHIT! I'm just not stupid like you!"
"Well fuck you cunt!" Tasha angrily cried.
Their moans turned to screams as Tasha wrapped her legs around Kat's and
both girls now gripped the other's leg in a scissor hold; with all of their
remaining energy the two girls began to tightly contract as they rolled
together so their breasts would smash together and each resumed their hair
pulling. For the next couple of minutes the two fought one another
furiously, until Kat began to squirm and buck trying to free herself from
their entanglement.
"Fucking had enough you coward, don't start something with me you can't
finish." And Tasha began to release her hold. The two girls, reeking of
sweat and female scent rolled away from one another onto their knees.
Tasha was gasping, with her hands on her knees as she looked over at Kat
who was doing the same.
"Had enough?" Tasha smiled in victory.
"No." Kat coughed.
"Well....You were the one that leg go you idiot!" Tasha snapped.
"Yeah!....So that I could do THIS!!!"
As quick as a cat, Kat lunged forward and both of her hands she clamped
on to Tasha's exposed breasts and squeezed. Tasha's head flew, her sweaty
strands of black hair wetly slapped against her glistening, muscular back
as her screams rocked the room; quickly she tried to retaliate as every
passing second allowed Kat to secure a death grip on her two engorged,
heavy breasts.
Both women were now suffering at the hands of the other, literally, only
neither was showing any mercy as both girls squeezed the other's tits' as
hard as they could. Tasha was clearly getting the worst of it, she looked
down in horror to see Kat's fingertips disappear into her soft black flesh,
while performing slow painful rotations, only to finally pull outward
stretching her breasts away from her chest.
"OHHHHhhhh, my beautiful tits you bitch! What are you doing to them!"
Tasha wept.
"Hahaha....say good bye to these fuckers, I'm taking them home as
souvenirs!" Kat wickedly pulled straight out and up, her grip showing no
sign of slipping or weakening, Tasha was openly weeping as her once
gorgeous beasts were being mauled at the hands of this bitch.
Kat kept laughing like a woman possessed, one because she was truly
enjoying the sight of Tasha buckle and squirm under her fearsome tit
torture and two as a way of covering up her own tears while Tasha attempted
to twist her smaller tits in new creative directions with every passing
second. But Tasha's disadvantage was growing, the sweat was making it
harder to retain her hold on Kat's small mounds, while Kat had more flesh
to work with and maintained her devastating hold. Tasha quickly escalated
the battle and quickly moved to twisting Kat's nipples, alternating between
digging her nails into the under side of Kat's breasts until she reattached
her long fingers to the red, swollen nipples. Kat suddenly screamed as
Tasha had managed to find the right combination of twisting and pulling of
her nipples, looking down her eyes when wide with horror as she saw her
once perfectly eraser hard nipples, flattened between Tasha's straining,
sweaty fingers,
"Fucking hell!" Kat cried. Screaming horribly, Kat pushed away,
slapping at Tasha's face and hands trying to detach herself from her
painful nipple torture, it was the break Tasha needed and pushed off
herself, both girls retreating away from one another. Breathing heavily
and glaring, each was glad to see that she had inflicted damage to her
opponent, but took the opportunity for nurse their wounds; Tasha cradled
her full aching breasts, protectively cradling them like two babies in her
arms while Kat's lower lip trembled, she sniffled away her tears as she
repeatedly attempted to touch her own nipples, causing her to gasp and
wince,
"You'll fucking pay for this bitch."
"You think those nipples are sore now? Wait till I really punish them,
and I won't be all nice and easy like I was being a few seconds ago." Kat
felt a shiver go up her spine as Tasha threatened her two wounded nubs.
They remained sitting, staring at one another, still breathing heavily,
sweat had coated their dark bodies, looking as if they had bathed in oil,
their legs lay obscenely spread out so the other got a clear shot of the
other's soaked panties. Tasha reached down and massaged her battered
pussy.
"You realize your going to loose Kat, don't you? And this time I won't
be a gracious victor, your going to suffer long and hard afterwards." Tasha
stared hateful daggers.
"Keep dreaming you washed up bitch. You had your time, but you've
gotten soft over the years. You'll be thanking me for this `wake up call'
by the time this is all over." Kat smiled.
After a few more seconds, the girls slowly moved toward each other
cautiously. Neither knew what the next best move would be, but a flash in
Kat's eyes told Tasha she was going to go all out and suddenly she decided
she would too and their movements quickened until their bodies slammed
together snarling and pulling hair. Their beasts jammed and rolled and
slid about their chests, again Kat's smaller sweaty breasts were instantly
flattened and overwhelmed by Tasha's, but she used her hard nipples in
every way she could as they fought deep within Tasha's bountiful tit flesh.
Slowly they tried to rise to their feet, as they were going to go all at it
now; legs, hands, arms...everything they had to vanquish the other once and
for all. With legs spread wide, they pulled hair with a passion,
screaming. Both women were sobbing, in between grunts and wails. Their
sweaty thighs and calves jostled for position as they danced their fight
around the room, sometimes swinging one another in circles, sweat flying in
all directions, the last tatters of their clothes long gone, only their
torn thongs still barely hung in place. Tasha managed to snare Kat's right
calf with her left and push forward, sending them falling back.
Tasha landed on Kat with a loud THUMP, knocking the wind out of her, not
to mention the collision of the back of Kat's head on the carpeted floor,
dazing her slightly.
"Give it up, bitch" screamed Tasha as she quickly moved up to sit
astride Kat's waist.
"No" moaned Kat as she suddenly reached up and latched on Tasha's
breasts that swayed invitingly in front of her face. Tasha cursed as she
had failed to secure Kat's talons under her knees as she scooted up her
body. Tasha wailed as her breasts were mauled yet again and quickly she
was able to pry her opponent's fingers from her already battered tit flesh
and quickly rolled away from her prone foe. As she massaged her soft
breasts, trying to ease the pain, only to catch a faint glimpse of Katrina
slowly getting to her knees and then right as she tried to get up herself,
Kat was almost on her. The girls began a mad scramble on the carpeted
floor, locked tightly together and rolling furiously, slapping and punching
at one another. Back scratching and tit twisting and screaming, the
enraged females rolled from one side of the room to the other. After about
three minutes of this incredibly flurry of violence, they became wedged
between the end of the sofa and a corner of the room with Katrina slightly
on top of her huge busted opponent. Both battlers were gasping for breath;
hands locked once again in each other's hair as they held one another.
Their heads were buried in each other's shoulders and both could feel the
harsh breath of the other muttering hateful curse words into the other's
ears...
"You're such a whore Kat, I hate your guts." Tasha gasped.
"With friends like me, who needs enemies" Kat mocked her reply.
"After I finish whipping your ass...." Tasha gulped a drink of air down
her dry raw throat, "...I'm going to pussy fuck you unconscious."
"HA! That's big talk coming from someone who's last encounter found her
humbled on her knees before some white bitch, your not as tough as you
think you are!" Kat had scored a zinger with that comment as Tasha started
to thrash and curse a blue streak under her.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKER! YOU JUST WAIT! YOU THINK YOUR SO TOUGH, YOU JUST
TRY THAT BLONDE BITCH AND YOU'LL SEE!" Tasha screamed.
"Don't worry I will!" Katrina croaked out her answer, the exhaustion and
verbal insults had reduced both women to loud sobbing; their bodies
remained locked in a tangled mess, squeezed into the corner. Neither of
the girls could move, not because of their position, but because each was
almost at the end of the reserves, the only thing they had left was the
strength to hold the other one in close.
Tasha looked up, Kats contorted body almost lay on top of her, and then
she noticed that to keep her balance Kat had to keep her legs spread, while
she lay under her, Tasha had pulled her legs up slightly, her thighs
tightly pressed together. Quickly, her right hand released her hair grip
and slide between their bodies. Kat suddenly jerked, tensing not knowing
what to expect, when...
"OHHHH........You fucking bitch!" Kat's whole body tensed as she felt
two fingers slide into her wet, primed pussy. Tasha's thumb easily found
the girls hard clit and began to massage up and down it's length. Kat's
body jerked a couple of times and her face tensed as her juices began to
flow faster. Quickly her own left hand began to probe for Tasha's
womanhood, but her legs were tightly tied together preventing her access.
"Fucking coward, open up! Let's see if you have what it takes. Or are
you scared?" Kat moaned.
"Fine..." Tasha sighed, and opened her legs. Kat wasted no time as she
had to play catch-up, and quick, as her body was already getting heated.
Tangled in the corner, Kat's body hunched over Tasha's, the two girls
fingered one another. Pretty soon they had rolled over and onto their
knees, using both hands now they were fingering one another with one hand
while jerking a clit with the other. Their bodies would periodically shake
and tremble as their gyrating rhythms would increase and then slow down
only to speed back up again. Each girl searching for the perfect sequence
of movements to bring the other off as quickly as possible.
"Ugh..ugh..ugh...ugh....you fu..fu..fucking bitch..." Tasha drooled out
her pleasurable moans as her pussy was beginning to contract, her whole
body tightening as she felt the impending orgasm coming soon. Desperately
she worked over Kat's dripping snatch, they two girls had totally abandoned
their catfight for an all out cum to the finish. Their trembling,
exhausted bodies were now shaking with pleasure, sweat dripping off their
arms and faces while their over heated pussies expelled more juices with
every quiver from their pussies. Both tired beyond anything they had ever
been before, they were now leaning into one another, heads leaning on
shoulders as they could lick and bite at each other's necks.
Tasha suddenly felt Kat's body stiffen, her body tremble as,
"Ohhh...ohh..fuck....fuck.......NOOOO!"
Quickly Tasha removed her hands from Kat's pussy and forcefully shoved
her shoulders, sending Kat's mostly spent body sprawling backwards, her
strong black legs flopping apart as her groggy, lusty gaze peered upward,
"Oh fuck..." her full black lips mumbled as tiny bit of spit trickled from
the corner of her mouth knowing that she was just about beaten. Quick as
Tasha's tired body would allow, she slithered her wet naked body over Kat's
and smothered her slick, full pussy lips over Katrina's, who could only
whimper on the brink of an explosive orgasm.
"When are you gonna learn Kat, your slut ass always bites off more then
you can handle....and now...." Tasha started to slowly grind her outer lips
all over Kat's; Kat just arched her back, trying for some relief as her
outmatched pussy felt like it was being enveloped by Tasha's amazing cunt.
Their two hard, tender sex horns dueled, ground and bent against one
another as both girls would gasp in unison, other times they would
alternate their moans with every stroke.
Their engorged, wet and sticky pussy lips continued to meet head on as
their hard clits started a wrestling match of their own. "OHHHH...UGGHHHH"
was the only cry that came from either woman, Tasha knew she was on top and
her pussy was in control, but she knew Kat's clit could very well turn the
tables on her at any moment as she fought to keep her impending orgasm
under control, not wanting to assume that victory was hers. The sexual
stimulation was incredibly intense, as they fought against the desirers of
their horny young cunts splashing each other in each others juices.
Twitching and writhed together, Tasha leaned forward and grabbed Kat by the
hair.
"Fucking bitch, look at me!" Tasha hissed.
"FUCK YOU!" Kat hissed and looked back. The two bore their hatred into
each others pupils as the fought sex-to-sex; the both remained locked in
their stair until one girl pussy was totally dominated by the other, until
finally the defeated girl would be forced to stair into the victors eyes at
the climactic moment. Each girl met the other with a grinding thrust as
Tasha's black ass jiggled with greater intensity as their rhythm continued
to pick up in pace. Their bodies angled and twisted together as they
ground their clits and cunt holes almost directly into each other, hissing
into one another's faces.
"Can you feel my pussy eating your alive, it's only a matter of time
before your battered, broken clit surrenders." Tasha sneered.
"It's not over yet you cocky bitch!" Kat hissed.
Suddenly both girls cried out in pain as their cunts pressed hard
together, mashing and rubbing each other into unnatural positions, Suddenly
Kat stiffened, immediately Tasha stiffened a second later,
"Fuck you!" Tasha yelled as she felt Kat's pussy elude her control.
"Feel that!" Kat moaned as she thrust her pelvis up driving her clit
head on into Tasha's, "I'm still in the fight."
Tasha's body bucked and spasm as she fought to regain her composure.
Kat's spread eagle legs suddenly came together as she screamed, her body
bucking and twisting, "Oh no! My pussy! GET OFF ME!" Kat cried out as
tears ran from her eyes, feeling her cunt lips become almost fully
enveloped by her rival. Kat continued her screaming as she felt her pussy
being totally dominated now by Tasha's cunt, her slick clit now bending and
twisting under the control of Tasha's firm erect clit. With as much
strength as she could muster, Tasha placed her palms on both sides of Kat's
cheeks and held her face upward, "I want you to look at me, look me in the
eyes as I make you cum and beat you, you see this face?! A better woman
looking down at you, humiliating your pathetic cunt!"
"AHHHHHGGHHHH" Kat screamed as her humiliated pussy madly pulsated and
expelled her juices, her body tensed as she heaved and convulsed under
Tasha's victorious body. When Kat was nothing more then a wasted, drooling
lump of quivering female flesh, Tasha sat up and mounted her pussy at the
right angle, riding her beaten foe until her hard pumping unleashed her own
cum in a spasm of flowing juices expelling into Katrina's helpless cunt.
When Kat finally came around, her eyes blinked, and she knew instantly
she had lost. Her body and pussy ached badly as she struggled and groaned
to sit-up. Tasha was sitting back on the sofa, naked save for a pair of
thong panties. But they were Kat's thong underwear!
Rubbing her dazed head, Kat gave an angry stair, "Give me those back!"
she snapped.
"You'll have to beat them off me you pathetic looser. In the meantime,
I've already fingered myself to a couple of orgasms already so now they
gotten a nice taste of a women who knows how to use her pussy."
Kat stood up, getting a little light headed but caught her balance;
"Well...you just keep'em, after your skanky pussy has been in them I
don't want them back." And she hastily got dressed.
"Just remember what I told you bitch." Kat groaned as she walked to the
door pulling her tattered dress over her body.
"Ohh...and what's that?" Tasha looked up from the couch as she lay in a
relaxed and reclined position.
"You better stop cowering to those two white bitches and stand up for
yourself!" Kat yanked the door open.
Tasha practically leaped off the couch, "GET THE FUCK OUT! That shit is
what got your ass knocked out in the first place..." But the door was
already slamming shut as Kat quickly made her exit. Kat slowly made her
way down the stairs, pausing to sit down on the last step to catch her
breath and strength. She smiled to herself, that maybe her plan had
worked, while she lost the fight, she hoped that Tasha had most of her
repressed fighting instincts aroused enough to put Sharon and-or Corbin in
their places, and to stop taking so much shit from people.
Tasha's stiff aching body slowly rose from the sofa. Resting her hands
on her hips, her full, round black breasts rose and lowered slowly as she
could tell that she was still fairly winded. In a fit of frustration, she
reached down and pulled, stretching and ripping the silk panties from her
body, the last remaining strands of elastic material stretched and
resisted, digging into her sweaty skin, parting her wet pussy lips until
with a sudden jerk, it snapped.
Infuriated she threw them to the ground and walked to the bathroom,
angry and confused, Kat's words were messing with her mind now. `So
fucking much anger....' Tasha contemplated, and it worried her. Her full
black ass felt the cool surface of the tub as she reached over and turned
on the water, her head resting in her hands as her mind found the running
water to be soothing. `What's wrong with me? Why can't I let it go.' She
was close to giving up her friendship with Sharon, she hadn't heard from
her in over a week now, `And if that's the case, what's to stop me from
trying to settle things with that blonde?'
Shaking her head with frustration....'No...no..no...you have to stop
this crazy thinking.' Lifting her right leg and dipping her foot into the
nice warm water, again her body slowly relaxed and settled into more
pleasant thoughts.
It had gotten late and even Sharon had winded her self, knowing full
well she had rambled on for what felt like an eternity, spilling her guts
about Paul and exercising every last demon she had, but she felt proud of
herself and only a couple of times did she come close to crying about the
whole breakup.
Sitting comfortably, with her left leg folded on the couch, her left
foot tucked under the crook of her right knee, her other leg dangled off
the edge. She looked up smiling, happy, content and overcome with emotion
as she turned to see Corbin sitting there, her head resting against the
back of the couch just looking at her attentively, for over an hour this
incredible friend had just listened and barely said a word the hole time.
"Thanks" Sharon smiled; maybe it was the peaceful calm in Corbin's
stair, drawing her in and soothing her soul to see those soft hazel eyes,
unblinking, unwavering in support and attention, looking back at her.
Corbin slowly closed her eyes and smiled, "No thanks necessary."
Her eyelids opened while she shifted in her seat, drawing her arms up to
fold her hands into her lap, in standard Corbin comfort, her knees had been
drawn up onto the seat of the couch, while her feet hung off the edge.
"I'm always here for you Sharon. Always will be."
This completely caught her off guard, so much, Sharon glanced away for a
minute with her eyes tearing up, not even sure why `We've had talks like
this before, emotional conversations, what now?' Her body felt warm, her
face even felt warm almost feverish. Another moment in a long series of
recent moments where their talks had become personal, emotional, and
intimate. Sharon still wasn't in touch with a side of herself that wanted
to embrace Corbin and for Corbin to do the same with her, normally that's
as far as it went. `I can't even look at her, what the fuck is wrong with
me. She's going to think I have lost it for sure. I mean Corbin is my
friend, right? I'm a girl...she's a girl, this isn't right....' Her
thought interrupted by a touch that almost made her jump.
"You ok?" her fingers grazing Sharon's left forearm, probing for
something, why Sharon suddenly seemed far off. `Is something else going
on?' Corbin wondered. She didn't even attempt to fathom any other
possibility about the two of them, that was done in her mind. A decision
that had been made amazingly right then and there, that if it wasn't to be,
then it wasn't to be. Corbin would simply pour all of her love into their
friendship and with that in mind she felt like an inner peace had been made
and `I can now move on'. Not too long ago Corbin felt for sure she had
fallen for Sharon, completely; wanting to cave into her desires as she
craved Sharon's touch, her love, even her soul. But `I can't make it
happen, things take their own course in life sometimes.' And all the pieces
started to fall in place it seemed, she still didn't have all the answers
right now, but maybe some day.
`I don't know if all of these feelings means I'm gay or whatever, but
that too will take care of itself.'
Relaxing back into the full soft cushions, she didn't move, every muscle
seemed limp, as she waited for Sharon to respond to her question.
The touch sent sensations throughout Sharon's body, a quickening of her
pulse, and another moment where she didn't know how or what to say in
response, it suddenly felt like every choice might be the wrong one, but
something was wrong, `it has to be wrong?' but it sounded more as a
question then a statement. Her right leg drew up so she sat almost
mirroring Corbin's position, with her shorts on her bare inner thighs
pressed tightly fighting off a slight tremor in her legs and a building
warmth deep inside of her.
"Can I have a hug?" Sharon asked, the question came suddenly, but to
Corbin it sounded almost like she had doubts about even asking it.
"Sharon, you don't have to ask." Corbin raised her head, her eyes
focusing on her friend who scooted closer, Corbin opened her arms and drew
her in. Sharon's warm, wonderful body pressed in, she tucked her head
close into the crook of Corbin's right shoulder and neck, soft waves of
brown hair pressed into her skin as a slender long arms encircled Corbin's
fit waist and hugged her back. But Sharon kept pressing, it was the
comfort she needed and had to have, Corbin felt so strong and warm, she
wanted to fall into her...to embrace and be embraced. Without any support,
Corbin felt herself giving, slipping and slowly going back until she could
feel the seat cushions below, as her strong back eased into them carrying
both of their weight.
"We're falling." Corbin smiled and whispered while legs unfolded and
stretched out, letting their bodies conform and take up position as Sharon
snuggled closer to the right side of her friend, her body half way on and
half way off; silky, long, tan legs shifted as her right kneed inserted
itself between Corbin's outstretched legs.
Corbin laid flat on her back, looking down as their bodies seemed to
mesh together, Sharon slid her right arm across the top of her friend's
sweatshirt pulling and clinging to her waist, while her left arm lay
trapped somewhere between their bodies. Like two pieces of an intricate
puzzle, their curves slid into one another to rest comfortably.
Eyes flickered open, the soft light of a lamp across the room invaded
her senses, followed by the sweet intoxicating aroma of hair, perfume and
skin. Sharon's cheeks and lips brushed...searching, as if feeling her way
to the surface. Tilting her head, nuzzling her face against the curves of
a strong jaw line, `am I awake?...dreaming?'. She pursed her lips and
gently grazed along the length of Corbin's neck, she could feel the
throbbing as blood pumped thru her friend's arteries, but still she lay
quiet, `must still be asleep' and surely it was the case. Her blonde
friend lay slumbering almost beneath her, their bodes tightly bound to one
another, both of them having drifted to sleep in one another's arm and
still she didn't move.
"Corbin?" she said it softly, was she really asleep?
It was like having a heating blanket under her, those long sweats were
soft and warm from Corbin's body heat,
`Feels good.' She smiled.
And she just watched, listening to the soft breath flow in and out of
her open mouth, her perfect skin and face. Those lips, they looked to
smooth and ....and...dare she think it...kissable?
Her neck stretched up, her face so close her nose grazed Corbin's cheek,
her breath flowed over skin. Her eyes semi closed as she allowed touch and
feeling to guide her, it was an intoxicating drug to take in every scent,
curve and feature of her beautiful blonde friend, she wanted to explore
every inch.
With every inhale her mound pressed, her thighs stirred, and Corbin's
right thigh felt alive between her legs pressing into her mound now.
"Why am I drawn to you?" Sharon thought she said it in her mind, but
maybe she said it aloud. Her lips trembled, the corner of Corbin's mouth a
fraction of an inch away, her tongue ran over her lips, they were dry,
wetting them with the saliva of her tongue she gently kissed the corner of
Corbin's mouth, a shiver reverberated thru her whole body and deep in her
sex, she gently pressed her mound against Corbin's leg once again and could
feel herself getting so wet, that she could feel her female juices leaking
out of her pussy.
`Oh god, so soft, so beautiful' her heart pounded with the mere thought
of a touch, just a brief one, and then suddenly Corbin stirred and started
to awaken, her eyelids fluttered and her head turned slightly.
Sharon's body froze, and she stirred slightly as if coming around
herself, nuzzling her head back into position, wanting to soak in this
perfectly intimate moment.
"Sharon?" Corbin's voice croaked out.
"Hmmmm?" Sharon blissfully sighed.
"I think my arm is falling asleep." Corbin gave a slight tug on her
right arm, trapped under Sharon's body. "Ohhh, sorry." Sharon rolled to
the right as Corbin dragged her aching arm free, rubbing it with her left
hand. Sharon rubbed the sleep from her eyes finally and propped herself up
on her elbow as she lay on her left side, her back to the back of the
couch, her cheek resting on the palm of her hand. Corbin continued to
massage the length of her arm as the feeling slowly returned to her numb
limb, and then slowly raised her arms above her head and stretched, letting
out a long blissful moan as she arched her back. Sharon couldn't help but
notice Corbin's shirt rise up, exposing her belly-button and a little bit
of skin.
"Hmmmm" she quietly sighed to herself as her right hand came around and
her fingers lightly crawled, unnoticed at first, over Corbin's dark blue
shirt, where she began to slowly kneed her tummy thru the material. But
Corbin quickly protested, "No don't......you know I'm ticklish." Her left
hand came around to brush Sharon's fingers away, but Sharon quickly grabbed
Corbin's wrist pushing it aside.
"Lay still." Sharon ordered, Corbin froze, shocked by Sharon's sudden
change in tone. Casually, she brushed her long brown hair back over her
shoulder and with her right hand, began to slowly entwine the fabric into
the fingers of her right hand, glancing up she was rewarded with by
Corbin's full chest rising with excitement, as her fingers pulled her shirt
up further, exposing a little more skin.
Corbin nervously smiled, watching Sharon's fingers prod and pull at
Corbin's shirt,
"Is this part of my punishment?" Corbin asked with a smirk, trying to
provide a humorous distraction.
"Maybe." Sharon shrugged, her own eyes taking a bead on her friends
shirt as her fingers continued to curl the material back, the waistband of
Corbin's sweats stopping a couple of inches below be belly-button.
Sharon's lips parted as she found herself getting excited just watching her
friend's amazingly defined abs roll and expand with nervous breath. Corbin
suddenly froze, hair standing on the back of her neck, her eyes wide with
anticipation as she watched those glossy red fingernails teasingly hover
over her stomach. Sharon glanced up, her eyes narrowed sadistically at her
friend's frantic expression. Instinctively, Corbin's left hand came back
up, nervously poised to fend off her friend's impending actions, but Sharon
shot a look of warning, "Don't move I said." Sharon lowered the tone of her
voice in warning and suddenly her long fingernails landed, gently grazing
over the wash board abs of Corbin's stomach, sending the blonde's body into
sudden spasms.
"Okay, Stop....Stop!!" Corbin swatted Sharon's hand away and quickly
tried to cover her stomach up, giggling as she brought both hands to clutch
her quivering stomach. "Please, enough!"
Ignoring her friend's pleas, Sharon sprang up and threw her right leg
over Corbin's hips with incredible quickness so she was now sitting astride
her friends hips, in the same instant she dove both hands into any areas of
exposed skin as she would lightly, sometimes harshly dig at Corbin's
clutching ribs and stomach muscles. Corbin's body thrashed as her legs
kicked frantically, tears beginning to streak from her eyes, "PLEASE!!!
SHARON!!" Corbin twisted back and forth, her hands frantically trying to
grab her friend's wrists and pull them from under her shirt.
"Please what?" Sharon leaned in suddenly stopping her attack.
"Pretty please!" Corbin gasping in-between suffering cries of laughter
and tears, but still, a few of her talons kept faint contact. Corbin
closed her eyes and gasped aloud, "Please no more. Your gonna make me wet
myself."
Sharon leaned in, her own labored breathing evident from exerting her
own energy, even a bead of sweat streaked down her right cheek, "And you'll
do what I tell you too do from now on?" Sharon taunted.
Corbin leaned her head up and defiantly snapped, "No!"
"WHAT!?" Sharon tensed her fingers threateningly, her nails pressing in
ever so slightly against Corbin's constricting muscles of her rib cage.
"Yes...YES!" Corbin shuddered, fearful of another onslaught. Sharon
went to adjust her hips, her bare legs showing the slightest hint of
perspiration, when Corbin suddenly thrust her hips upward to throw Sharon
forward and off balance. But Sharon's body awkwardly stiffened, her eyes
fluttered with an unexpected pressure on her crotch, In all of adjustments
both girls had inadvertently aligned her mounds and felt the full sexual
effect ripple thru their bodies as Corbin continued to tilt her pelvis up.
It all happened so fast, that Sharon let her weight come down and for a few
seconds the intimate, erotic contact escalated as they sensually ground
their vulva's against one another. Although still separated by clothing,
they could each feel the incredibly heated sex of the other. A lusting
haze, brought on by their physical and playful bantering had suddenly
sexually primed their heated bodies, once again both girls found themselves
thrown into a dangerous sexual confrontation. Corbin relaxed her back and
her hips slowly, awkwardly lowered, she could feel Sharon's sharp
fingernails relax under her shirt as the palms of her hands opened, resting
against Corbin's tight abs. But this time, Corbin wasn't going to be the
one to break off their gaze, her eyes remained transfixed on Sharon's as
her friend leaned forward, waiting, anticipating for `whatever' would come
next, she was tired of `dodging the issue' with Sharon and her body
involuntarily began to tremble as Sharon leaned closer, her brown hair
falling from down around her shoulders. Neither smiled, nor made a
sarcastic comment to break the thickening air of tension; but Sharon
finally spoke, her voice mix of nervousness underlining an unusual level of
seriousness, "You wanna go out and get a drink?"
Corbin wasn't sure, but somehow the growing intensity of the moment
wasn't lost on Sharon's question, perhaps it was the way she had conveyed a
deeper, sincere intention behind them going out, `and not just to have fun
either' Corbin thought, but again her little voice warned her not to read
too much into Sharon's invitation.
Corbin's eyes softened to a look of almost longing and despair, her full
pink lips creased a faint smile, "Yeah, I'd like that." In her flustered
state, she would have agreed to anything at this point. Slowly Sharon
dismounted her friend as her right leg planted itself on the floor,
carefully she swung her left leg up and over, giving Corbin a full view of
her crotch, Sharon enjoyed wearing `short' shorts, the kind that easily
ride up into one's crotch and ass and this time was no exception, it was as
if Sharon was flashing her, `Intentionally?' Corbin's mind wondered.
Corbin sat up, at the same time Sharon passed between her and the coffee
table; Sharon didn't know if she did it consciously or not, but she turned
her hips so her crotch, which was eye level from where Corbin was sitting,
passed directly in front of her friends face. Corbin glanced away
uncomfortably, feeling her body already aroused yet again from their heated
playfulness and Sharon's sudden sexual flaunting.
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