Message-ID: <38133asstr$1031137805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <002801c253bb$09ef9080$0b01a8c0@virtual.net> Reply-To: "Jim" <jim347@hotmail.com> From: "Jim" <jim347@hotmail.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2002 22:30:20 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Saga of Corbin and Sharon Part 4 Date: Wed, 4 Sep 2002 07:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/38133> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar <1st attachment, "Saga of Corbin and Sharon Part 4.doc" begin> ---------------- 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. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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