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From: "Jim" <j347lx@yahoo.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 01 Feb 2002 03:14:05 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} The High School Years
Date: Fri,  1 Feb 2002 06:10:02 -0500
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Sharon strolled up to the metal fence encircling the football field and
placed her palms atop the waist high railing.  Slowly her elegant fingers
gripped the metal bar as she pushed herself up until her slender hips
pressed into the railing causing her feet to barely leave the ground.
Tilting forward, she then performed a small balancing act by rocking back
and forth atop the bar as her strong, toned abs carried most of her weight.
Glancing off to her left, she watched as the rest of her squad strolled off
the field from practice, some of the girls performed a few jumps and flips,
joyous over practice being over as well as it being the end of the week.
Smiling to herself, she turned back to watch David walking towards her from
football practice, her eyes squinting against the rays of the late afternoon
sun, then her arms flexed as she pushed off and landed back on her feet.  In
a slow almost seductive move, she ran her finger back into her long brown
hair to brush it over her shoulder, and then performed a slight shoulder
roll to show off her toned muscles, revealed by her spring uniform that gave
away amble amounts skin along her neck, back and shoulder.  Sharon
sometimes, like now, loved playing the tease and liked to torment David with
her little seductive poses and flirtatious hair flips. They talked for a
little while until he had to go back to practice, but not before she gave
him a playfully touch on his hand and jersey.  'That's enough' she thought
smiling, more of a smile because she always knew that she could wrap most
any guy around her finger and string him along, it was a sense of
empowerment that she enjoyed.  She had only just started to date David, but
Sharon wasn't taking it too seriously as they were both Seniors and going to
different College's in the fall, 'besides, High School boys are such a bore'
she would always tell herself, 'I can't wait for College and really scope
out the whole social scene.'  For now though, she did feel that certain
expectations were to be met, and dating a popular guy was a must within her
group of friends.



Turning back towards the Gym Building, Sharon casually strolled as if she
didn't have a care in the world, performing a cartwheel or two until she
caught the sound of several boisterous girls over on the Softball field.  A
slight shudder went thru her body as she watched them from far across the
field, 'Bitches' she thought.

Her High School was an extremely socially complex place and given its small
size the slightest bit of gossip could spread in minutes.  Depending on who
you talked to, each 'click' had it's own interpretation of who held the top
rung of the social ladder, but regardless, the general consensus was that
the Cheerleaders were the snobbiest, socialite bitches to ever grace the
halls of this school and the girl's Softball Team were among their biggest
critics.  In fact, a verbal war had been waged between the factions for the
past couple of years, 'fortunately that was the extent of it' Sharon
considered, seeing that some of those girls were kind of big.  Casting
another scowl in their direction, her smooth, full, lips mouthed the word
"Pigs", although they were to far away for any of them to even take notice
of her accompanying look of disgust.



Sharon never really took her bitchy attitude seriously, but it seemed that
others couldn't see the lighter side of it, 'hell if I care' she brushed the
matter aside and quickly started to think about plans for tonight and the
rest of the weekend.  Taking a detour, she ducked into an open door that
lead into the main gymnasium building, as a quicker route to the girl's
lockers.  Her shoes squeaked a couple of times as she walked across the
slick polished surface of the basketball court, which took up a large
portion of the interior.  Sharon was surprised to see the gymnastics team
still having practice although allot of the girls had already headed home,
it looked as if only a handful had stayed late to work on their routines.
She didn't really pay much attention though and had an air of superiority
fill her senses as she knew a few of the girls, allot of them where
Cheerleading 'rejects'; she just smiled to herself at the thought.  If they
couldn't make the squad, their second choice was gymnastics, although Sharon
knew full well that several of the girls were more then physically capable,
but they lacked the social graces and political know-how to make the team.
'In this town who your parents know and how popular you were played a big
factor' and thanks to her Dad's executive status within one of the largest
Oil Corporations in the Country, there was little she didn't receive when
asked for.  But even once you made the team, Sharon quickly found out you
had to know how to 'kiss ass', and the former Captain of the Team, Tina,
liked being sucked up to; 'oh well, gotta do what you gotta do' Sharon would
tell herself, yet she was proud of the fact that she had a few other
qualities that put her inline to be the Captain when the time came, 'Natural
physical talent, beauty, and enthusiasm.' The only problem was that she wasn
't the only girl who stood out in the group, Rachel was another favorite of
Tina's, and so in an unprecedented move during the end of Tina's senior
year, she convinced the Coach to nominate Sharon and Rachel as Co-Captains
of the team.  Sharon was just thankful she and Rachel were friends and
thought allot alike or 'She and I would have to somehow settle the issue' as
a determined look crossed Sharon's pretty face contemplating the situation.



Her pace slowed a bit as her left eye caught site of a blonde performing a
standing back flip, landing perfectly on the matt, outstretching her arms
skyward as her perfectly smooth, muscular body arched in a final pose.
Sharon thought she recognized her, but her name was lost somewhere in the
back of her mind at the moment, she was too preoccupied watching the girls
incredible legs flex and perform another technique, 'A sissone? Sharon
thought it was the name', the girl executed it with almost no effort.
'Damn, she's probably got one of the best bodies in the whole damn school',
a twinge of jealousy fired thru Sharon's psyche.  She couldn't help it, it
wasn't a habit to compare herself against other girls as she was very secure
with her own body and looks, but she always played out the same damn
hypothetical scenario in her head whenever she was sizing up another girl;
'If the two of us walked into a room, who would all of the guys or hell even
girls look at?' Sharon almost always felt it would be her, sticking her
chest out proudly, but taking a good look at this tall, about 5'9",
beautiful blonde, she had a strong sense of doubt rise up.  'Now that pisses
me off' she thought, 'There's gotta be something wrong with her, like
missing an eye or some teeth or something.' her sarcastic mind probed for
some weakness as she continued to watch her, although her head was now
turning a bit more now.  She noticed the blonde's long legs extending out
from her sexy dark blue leotard that conformed to a very tight sculpted ass,
back and abs; her buns would flex with every twist and turn of her body.
'Her fucking breasts, god damn, they really fill out that uniform, shit.'
Suddenly she felt flushed and embarrassed as she had to consciously keep
herself from grabbing her own breasts in comparison, still they felt like
they were swelling in their own competitive nature as her nipples hardened
under her bra.  'Now, why have I never noticed her before?' Sharon was sure
she had seen her around all the time, and always thought her to be the
odd-woman-out; suddenly she was struck by the realization that she couldn't
recall the girl ever trying out the Cheer squad, 'She would have made a hell
of an addition'.  For that matter, Sharon wondered if she should be insulted
because the girl hadn't tried out for the team!

Her distraction continued as she watched the cords of muscles roll and flex
in her  thighs and arms, as her body vaulted a couple of times.



"Excuse me!" the girl called out, Sharon whipped her head around and
stumbled back, she wasn't paying attention and almost ran into another girl
coming out of the Locker room.



"Sorry!" Sharon said in an almost offended manner, like the other girl was
at fault, and the two stared each other down as they walked past one
another.



"B.i.t.c.h" Sharon slowly, silently mouthed at the red head as she walked
away; in turn the girl flipped her the middle finger.



'Idiot, she needs to watch were she is going.' Sharon thought to herself,
slipping into the locker room and all but forgotten about the blonde
gymnast.

'Can't wait to hit the showers.'



Another benefit was that the Cheerleaders had finagled there way to
obtaining a whole row of lockers side by side, and they were the best
lockers in the girl's room.  This was another stunt that really ticked off
allot of other girls in the school.  Slowly, almost meticulously, Sharon
laid out her clothes as she took her own sweet time stripping off her
uniform from her aching, sweat-covered body.    Sweat glistened off her tan
legs and arms; years of Cheering had hardened and defined her muscles.
Although Sharon didn't consider herself a fitness freak, she did perform
amble amounts of exercises to meet the demands of Cheering; even still, she
retained a bit of a soft look.  Her firm, round buns tensed as she shifted
the weight of her body and stretched to reach up to the back of the locker,
her pert, pear sized breasts jiggled slightly as she stretched and leaned.
She could still feel the slight hardness in her nipples as her mind quickly
thought back to the blonde practicing out on the mats.  When her bare heels
settled back down on the cool tile floor, she paused and entertained the
thought of what the other girl's body might look like in comparison, she
even went so far as to try and picture the girl nude.  Sharon draped the
towel over the nearby bench and paused, placing her hands onto her female
hips, projecting a very cocky pose and to just enjoy the moment; 'Maybe this
is some fetish of mine' as she felt a shiver flutter up her spine and tummy,
her nipples stabbing outward with renewed determination as a warming
sensation spread from deep inside while she let her nude form soak-in the
open air.  It was a strange thrill she got as she proudly stood their,
knowing full well that someone may come walking in at any moment, but she
secretly hoped it would be the blonde.

'Maybe if I piddle around a bit, she'll finish up and I can settle this once
and for all.'  Sharon knew she could get a really good comparison of the
girl in the showers, 'maybe she has like a scar on her back or something,
anything.' Her nasty little mind started to hope.



But her erotic moment was short lived, as she heard 'Them' enter the locker
room.  Sharon's eyes widened and could tell it was a couple of girls form
the softball team by the sound of their cleats scraping on the tile
flooring.

"Fucking, fuck, fuck.fucking bitches." she mumbled to herself, quickly
turning herself around and spastically reached for her clothing on the
bench, swiping up her panties and hurriedly pulled them up her long legs,
snapping the elastic into place.  She also, suddenly, remembered that the
rest of the locker-room was deserted; she hadn't heard a soul since coming
in. They way the lockers were lined up, Sharon was hoping they would walk by
and not look down her row and maybe not even notice her, 'I hope, cause I
really don't feel like getting into it with them right now'.  Biting her
lower lip she turned her back and she almost let out a big sigh when it
sounded like they walked by, 'whew avoided that potentially ugly
confrontation, besides, I'm outnumbered'.   Her blood continued to boil
though as she remembered how they would taunt her and her friends 'calling
us wimps and prissy doll babies every chance they saw us practicing.'  Her
muscles relaxed as she thought the coast was clear letting the clutched
shirt in her first lower a few inches until;



"Where are all your friends princess?" the voice was almost directly behind
her and Sharon just felt her heart sink like a stone as her body began to
involuntarily tremble with fear and anger.



'I can just feel their bitch, dyke eyes boring into the back of my body,
probably standing their looking all smug and shit.  And what fucking luck!
Standing here in my damn panties and no bra on!'  Sharon's plan was simple,
to ignore them and get dressed, 'maybe if I just don't acknowledge them they
would leave me alone.'



"Do you think Princess heard us?"

One of the girls piped up.



Sharon recognized the voice, it was Taylor, not a big girl almost Sharon's
height, but a bit of a tomboy and prided herself on being on the rough side.



"Oh yeah, she heard us all right."



'Shit, that would be Janet, Taylor's fucking sidekick.' Sharon surmised.



Sharon quickly calculated a way out of this, figuring she was in some deep
shit and there wasn't a soul around, so she fell back on her original plan
to just keep getting dressed and ignore the two idiots.  Sharon wanted to
mouth off so bad, but it would just escalate things, and with tensions being
so bad right now, that wasn't a good idea, 'besides, their just fucking with
me, but they'll fucking pay for this little stunt' Sharon tried to console
herself by already planning her revenge.  Casually she performed her
signature head twist, causing her long brown hair to flip around and reached
down to grab her skirt off the bench.



"Not so fast sweet cheeks!" Taylor snapped and quickly reached over yanking
the skirt out of Sharon's grasp.  Pissed, Sharon spun around her face
turning a beat red.



"Give me that back bitch!" Sharon was finally face to face with her two
tormentors.  Taylor with her short curly reddish, brown hair and stocky
build, she was around Sharon's height of 5'8"; Janet on the other hand was
shorter and skinner, about 5'5", wearing her light brown hair pulled back in
a sloppy pony tail.  They both shared the same mocking, nasty look in their
eyes; they were enjoying every bit of the moment.  Decked out in their
uniforms, they were covered in dirt, sweat and dust, their faces tan from
playing outdoors all spring as streaks of dirty sweat crisscrossed their
faces, only adding to their already heated, mean looks.  Sharon really got
nervous as their hungry eyes roamed up and down her legs, panties and arms.



Taylor's white teeth showed as her smile increased, her fingers clutched the
skirt with greater effort between her hot, dusty fingers.  Sharon just
burned her look of hatred into her bark brown eyes as Taylor returned the
stare.  Taylor's eyes feasted upon the Queen-Bitch Cheerleader herself;
Sharon's friend Rachel also would have been a good catch, but this would be
one to 'write home about' Taylor thought.  It was like a dream come true
catching Sharon in this state of undress and alone, 'a rarity indeed' as she
knew these pom-pom bitches traveled in large protective packs.



"Now, now princess. I wouldn't want you to cover up that cute ass so soon,
and I do like those pink panties you have on." Taylor remarked as both girls
laughed in unison at her comment. Taylor was openly gay and while this was
part business and revenge, it's also been a lustful desire to feel up Sharon
's hot little body, although Sharon really wasn't a little girl.



"She looks good in pink.  Damn Sharon, your body is really kickn'."

Janet said, looking over at Taylor as if in a polite conversation.



"Get the fuck out of her you two perverts! Why don't you two go off and do
'whatever' you do with each other and leave me the hell alone!" Sharon's
voice rose a little bit, hoping to atleast draw some attention.



"Perverts?"  Taylor raised her eyebrows in a fake offended manner leaning
back slightly.



"You're the one who likes to strut your tight little ass in front of the
whole School Class, jumping and doing those high flying splits and kicks.
You know what? I think you get-off on that type of stuff."



"Sure looks that way to me. At least I know I get off on watching you prissy
bitches perform your routines." Janet piped up.



That comment sent a shiver up Sharon's spine.  Frustrated and fed up, Sharon
tried to reach over and snatch her skirt away.

"Give me that!" But Taylor was too quick and pulled back a few inches out of
range.  Suddenly, Sharon felt a tug on the shirt that was barely covering
her chest, her eyes grew franticly wide as Janet had reached over and gotten
a hold of the collar and was now pulling on it hard.  Janet just smiled and
dug her fingers into the fabric as Sharon shot her a frustrated, scarred
look.  The exact look that Janet was hoping for.



"Calm down princess, your almost undressed anyway, I'm just helping."



"Let go! I'm warning you." Sharon felt her left hand clench into a first,
she had never punched a girl before and the violent shaking in her arm and
fingers told her that she really wasn't ready to start.  'There is no
fucking way I am going to beg my way out of this.' Sharon kept telling
herself.



"Let go or what?" Janet said as Taylor just laughed at the threat.



"Or..or..." but Sharon's words dribbled off as she turned her head to the
right, Janet followed her gaze and a moment later Taylor was looking with
the two of them.



The blonde gymnast came strolling around the corner, looking mostly downward
as she was walking until she got a within thirty feet and looked up, her
pace slowed to almost a stop as she caught site of the scene playing out in
front of her.  Sharon felt a dual sense of relief and embarrassment,
probably the last thing this girl expected to see coming into the locker
rooms.  All three girls tried to read her expression as she advanced,
although at a much slower pace now; she mostly had this perplexed look on
her beautiful face.

'Thank god' Sharon thought to herself as the blonde turned down the same row
of lockers, knowing that if Taylor and Janet wanted to keep going at it,
they would have to do it in front of this girl and that just might spoil
their fun.



Sharon found it odd that even in the midst of all this chaos, she found
herself thinking how even more incredible the blonde looked close up,
although now she was wearing a pair of black shorts pulled up over the
bottom of her leotard, her well defined body still had a sheen of sweat from
all her practice.



Slowly she stopped in front of her locker and worked the combination, 'What
the fuck? She is just going to ignore this?' Sharon couldn't believe her
eyes, 'That bitch!



"Hey Corbin, could you give us a few minutes?" Taylor's face lights up as
she boldly asks her question, and her sadistic smile returns to her cruel
lips.  Sharon's head, in panic mode now, looks quickly back over her
shoulder to where the blonde is standing, waiting.looking for what her
reaction will be.

'Corbin? Fuck, I remember now.' Sharon makes a mental note, but more
importantly, she wanted to scream for help, 'how could she not help me!'



"Actually, could you come back in a half hour, this could take awhile."
Janet kind of chuckled.



"Yeah! A half hour should do it" Taylor looked over at her partner in crime
and they both laughed.  Taylor was feeling confident now, she knew Corbin
wouldn't intervene, being a quiet girl who mostly kept to herself.



Sharon didn't move, she just kept looking at Corbin, frozen in anxious
anticipation as if waiting for some winning lottery number to be called out.

'Fuck! Move, do something!' her impatient mind screamed, more then anything
Sharon just wanted her to look at her, into her eyes and see that she needed
help.  Sharon knew she was too proud to ask for it,

'I can't beg, even if she does help, me begging out loud would be a slam
dunk victory for them at this point.'









And slowly, Corbin turned her head as she pulled her gym bag out of the
locker, her eyes drifted over until Sharon felt like she was finally staring
right at her.  Suddenly, Sharon seemed to notice every little detail of her
face and expression, her beautiful hazel eyes, her perfectly formed lips and
straight nose, her straight blonde hair that was only about an inch past her
shoulders.  Sharon knew she was being pathetic, as she tried to convey some
sense of urgency and if her look didn't tell her anything, she knew that the
tremor that had spread thru her bare legs and arms surely would.

Standing there in her girlishly, pink underwear and clutching her shirt to
her chest she didn't know how she was going to reclaim her dignity when all
was said and done.  But, it was the next moment that Sharon knew she would
always remember as the blonde's gorgeous eyes narrowed and conveyed a look
of reassurance, and then the slightest flicker of hope ignited and began to
spread thru Sharon's body.



Sharon figured that Corbin could have turned away and left her there, to not
get involved and maybe even reason 'I had this coming.'

But instead of leaving her at the mercy of those two bitches, she watched in
amazement as she walked right up beside her and dropping her gym bag on the
ground and turned her gaze from Sharon to Taylor and Janet and then back to
Sharon.



"Sharon? You still need that ride home?"



Sharon just nodded 'Yes' franticly.



"Then get with it, I don't have all day."



Janet was stunned as her grip loosened on the shirt, but Sharon was two
dumbstruck to enjoy the look of confusion on Taylor and Janet's faces, she
twisted pulling her shirt completely free and shot the girl an eat shit
look, although Sharon was careful not to overindulge in the moment as it
still looked like anything was possible.



It took a minute for what just happen to process in Taylor's mind,

"Corbin? Are you shitting me?!'" she out in shock.

"Since when did you buddy with princess!?"



"Yeah!" Janet added.



Sharon, feeling braver now, quickly reached over and swiped her skirt out of
Taylor's hands, while the girl continued to just stand in puzzlement.
Sharon fumbled with her clothes trying to get dressed without revealing any
more skin then necessary, but it was slow going.  She was slightly hindered
by her own distraction as she watched watch and studied what the two girls
were thinking, she could tell they were still contemplating long and hard
about what to do next; but Corbin just stood her ground, right next to her.
The only thing Sharon could figure was that the two girls I guess they
figured that Corbin would put up one hell of a nasty fight, and she didn't
even know if Corbin could fight.



A dozen thoughts ran thru her head, 'I could push it further and see if
Corbin backs down? And if she doesn't what then?' Taylor respected the girls
athletic abilities and wasn't' sure if she really wanted to fight her, and
if she did, it would then create a rift between her and the rest of the
girls on the girls gymnastics team. 'A big fucking mess!' Taylor thought.

'Fuck it' She thought and patted Janet on the back as a sign to leave.



"See you around Princess and you too Corbin." An annoying smirk curled out
of the corner of her lips, yet even in her annoyance over her little plan
not coming to it's fruition, she found a slight bit of respect for Corbin's
actions.



"You see me now don't you? And you'll see me every day until the end of the
school year." That comment caught Taylor and Janet dead in their tracks as
she just glanced over.  Corbin stood unwavering as she calmly stared at
Taylor who was showing signs of loosing her cool, and the two girls
exchanged heated almost excited looks, but in the end Taylor just shook her
head and headed down the rows of lockers.



Sharon watched awe as the two girls walked away, and 'just like that, it was
over' she couldn't believe it.  Her eyes came back over to where Corbin was
standing, not more then a foot away now, waiting for the two of them to
finally come face to face, but Corbin just turned her back to Sharon and sat
down on the bench.  Her head hung a little low as her fingers flicked at the
strap on her gym back.

"I'll wait and walk you out, you know, just in case." Corbin said softly.



Sharon didn't waste any time in pulling her stuff together and did her best
to control the shaking in her body.



When she heard Sharon's locker slam shut, Corbin stood up and turned around,
she noticed that Sharon wouldn't look her in the eyes anymore and she felt
really bad for the girl. 'God knows that would have shaken me up.'



"You okay?"



'Am I okay?' Sharon had to ask herself the very same question, and she
couldn't even remember what to say or do next, but suddenly she felt her
back pressing into the metal lockers as she slumped down, her left hand came
up to quickly cover her face as she began to lose her composure.  In an
instant she felt herself let go and began choking out tears and sobs, 'Fuck,
stop crying, stop, don't let anyone see you like this you god damn wimp!'
Yelling at herself, but it only seemed to upset her more.



Corbin thought Sharon was fainting perhaps the way her body fell backwards,
her hand let go of the gym bag almost instantly as her leg came up to cross
the bench separating the two.  But then Sharon's body remained rested
against the row of drab grey lockers as a sobbing cry echoed off the hard
surfaces of the room. Corbin slowed her movements, cautiously approaching as
if handling a fine piece of china and carefully placed her hands on Sharon's
shoulders trying to pull her close.  It didn't take much as her efforts were
instantly embraced, feeling Sharon's arms wrap under her own while fingers
reached and tugged into the back of her leotard, so much so, that Corbin
feared she may rip the fabric apart.



Sharon didn't know why she let her emotions go, it went against everything
she was taught, and if anyone saw her like this it would haunt her the
remainder of the school year.  It was such an odd feeling to Sharon, to
completely loose it in the arms of this girl she had for years only seen in
the hallways and never spoken to.  Then, somehow in the middle of a very
impersonal place with their bodies sweaty, shaking and tired, they both
found one of the most intimate moments either had ever experienced.  But
that realization was nowhere near the shock Sharon's body felt next, with
her head resting comfortably on Corbin's right shoulder her eyes slowly
opened as her they darted blankly about the room.  Consciously her breathing
slowed to feel and absorb the slightest bit of compression between their
breasts.  Sharon knew that if she arched her back, just enough, it would
bring them dangerously close to full frontal contact,

'Am I crazy for even contemplating this? But I know I'll never get this
chance again.' She rationalized it all, 'This is what I wanted from the
beginning right? To find out whose breasts were better? Firmer?' Even now,
in the midst of Corbin being so gentle and tender with her, she found her
own bitchy, competitive spirit still intact, and so her sinister mind
calculated the next move.

Feigning a sigh of emotion she increased her hug, at the same time her
shoulders rolled back.  A slight shift took place between their chests as
silk slid over smooth stretch lycra and both women hugged one another with
greater intensity, first out of emotional bonding but then out of something
more.



Corbin felt a slight uncomfortable shift take place against her breasts,
'and it's not my imagination either' she noted, it really did feel like
Sharon's tits were drilling head-on into hers now. But with Sharon's
seemingly emotional sigh and tightening embrace she couldn't fathom anything
more than an endearing embrace, for the moment.  Unfortunately, her leotard
didn't hide much and her nipples, when aroused would harden to significant
length; a couple of times in practice she recalled having to leave the gym
and hide in the girl's room until their stiffness would subside. Now, to her
embarrassment, her breasts and nipples swelled, rebelling not only against
her will, but also against the pressure of Sharon's intruding breasts; on
purpose or not, Corbin found herself wanting to hold her ground.  Not one to
back down from even the most subliminal of challenges, she didn't move and
allowed her female globes to ride out the pressure.  She couldn't see what
was happening, but she also wondered if Sharon was experiencing the same
thing, 'how could she not? It's damn near killing me! How can she not be
feeling the same thing?' She agonized about what was happening below, the
pressure seemed to build as both girls continued with what felt more like a
dual bearhug then one of comfort as simply taking a breath was becoming
painful. Each breath increased the pressure on their now aching breasts, and
a deep breath on Corbin's part would draw a faint moan from both girls.
Several beads of sweat ran down Corbin's face as her eyes flinched under the
terrible strain going on between their chests as two sets of firm, female
breasts compressed and spread out against one another. While her own full
breasts painfully throbbed, she wondered with excited, agonizing discomfort
whose breasts were now taking the brutal brunt of their secret dual, and
imagined shamefully Sharon's firm young breasts being flattened against what
she hoped were her own firmer, larger breasts.  But the discomfort wasn't
the only thing rippling thru her body, she was feeling herself getting
sexually aroused by the standoff between them, not helping was her leotard
that had begun to dig and rub into her crotch as her legs shifting slightly.



Sharon winced in shame as her mouth let out a short whimper and she quickly
sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, her face becoming a mask of tightening
facial muscles to suppress another outburst, fearful that the next sound
would be more embarrassing and succumbing in nature.  It wasn't at all she
thought, what started out as a personal comparison of their breasts had now
sent a sexual jolt thru her nipples as they grazed over Corbin's own hard
points and even with their clothing in place, she could feel her left nipple
bending almost head on into Corbin's and it was infuriating.  Beads of sweat
coated her upper lip as hot air expelled form her nose at the agonizing
pressure being placed against her chest.

'What's going thru her mind, I can't believe were actually trying to crush
each others breasts?' Sharon wondered, but the sexual standoff of their
breasts seemed to linger into a dangerous amount of time, that if one them
didn't break it off soon, it would become painfully clear that this was
going to enter into a consciousness battle of wills and Sharon wasn't sure
if she wanted that to happen, at least not now. Corbin's swollen mammaries
and engorged nipples had turned out to be every bit as big and firm as she
had feared, and Sharon hated to admit it but she wanted out of their breast
dual immediately, not wanting to possibly face another humiliating incident
in one day, 'but how' her dizzy mind wondered as she was doing more clinging
now as her aching breasts and nipples cried for relief.



Corbin found herself clenching her tight round ass as her body was now
tensing different parts of her body to cope with her discomfort and building
sexual climax.  With Sharon's increased grip on her back, her leotard had
begun to ride up, parting her smooth muscular ass cheeks and even starting
to pull tight against her crotch. It almost seemed as if Sharon had an
endless amount of endurance as her fingers clutched and pulled her closer,
her Chest starting to feel the compression of their now aching dual 'How
much more can this girl take' she again had to wonder.  Both women now did
more clinging to one another and pressing, as they pulled and hugged one
another as their initial soft embrace had taken a turn down a more
competitive path.



This was the first time Sharon had ever experienced such intense contact on
her breasts and nipples by another woman, and it was humbling to feel
another woman's breasts slowly, painfully overwhelm her own.  She was so
sure her breasts had the firmness and to win, but the pressure was no longer
deniable, their cry for relief was a sure sign that her beautiful pert
breasts were being pushed and flattened to their limits.  Sharon's sighs
came faster and she was now grinding her teeth into her lower lip,
dangerously close to drawing blood.  Part of her would have rather pass out
then surrender, unless she could think of a way out, and retain some shred
of dignity.













Sharon's right hand gently performed a small pat and rub on Corbin's back,

"Thanks Corbin, for everything." She hoped that's all it would take to break
off their embrace as a tear trickled off her trembling cheek, the pain was
getting too much to bear and even a second longer felt like an hour creeping
by. Slowly, cautiously each girl began to relax her grip with some degree of
reluctance, but neither really cared who relaxed first, especially Sharon.
In Corbin's mind Sharon's signal was clear, she wanted the withdraw and that
was fine with her for right now, the last thing she wanted was for this girl
to think she was getting off on their hug.



Sharon tilted her head away, initially to hide her shame, but then her eyes
closed as she gave herself one last indulgence, allowing her palms and
fingers to perform a slow caress, her lips parted with a sigh as she started
from Corbin's strong back and then around and under her arms; 'So subtle,
she probably won't notice' she thought, but a tingle flowed up Corbin's back
and thru her chest, and she felt herself swoon under Sharon's lingering
touch.  As if following the lines of some sculpture, those delicate fingers
followed around her rips, lightly grazing her defined abs, finally to slip
away.  Still, Sharon kept her head low while she clasped her trembling hands
to her aching chest, 'too many confusing thoughts' as her mind swayed in an
almost drunken haze of fear and lust.


To Corbin's horror her nipples were as hard as she ever seen them, and the
imprints they were leaving in her skintight uniform only seemed to enhance
their presence.  It was too late, Sharon looked up and both girls glanced at
one another awkwardly as they tried to play off the entire incident; a
slight consolation was noticing Sharon's own strong, thick nipples stabbing
defiantly outward, directly opposite her own, 'not as long as mine.' Corbin
mulled over in her mind, '.but so beautifully thick.' She quickly looked
away as an image of their breasts meeting again, but it was unencumbered
naked flesh that flashed thru her mind.



"Well, that was interesting!" Sharon was shocked that just came out of her
mouth, 'are you crazy! Did you just say that!' her eyes closed as her face
turned red, but she had to break the silence.

"I'm sorry, I..." Sharon closed her eyes in shame again, wanting to crawl
into a hole and die. Corbin felt her whole body relax, letting herself smile
she had turned her head back around, "It's ok, really Sharon." Trying to
sound reassuring, sensing Sharon was sharing the same amount of
embarrassment as her. 'It's ok? No this is far from ok.' Corbin wasn't at
all sure what to make of what just happened, and worse still, what to think
of her own pleasurable reaction to the whole thing. When Sharon finally
looked back, Corbin had taken a step back, a softer look and smile had come
over her face, 'what a relief,' she thought feeling like the awkward moment
was finally passing.  They beamed a smile across to one another, and for a
few seconds, Sharon's deep blue eyes with her beautiful smile momentarily
had Corbin mesmerized. She wasn't sure why, but there was a slight guilt
tugging at her heart, 'maybe it was believing all the hateful stories people
spread about this girl' Corbin thought.



They walked out to Sharon's car thru a mostly empty parking lot, neither
speaking a word, both still a little shaken and stunned by what just took
place with Taylor and Janet, and between each other.  Sharon was more or
less dragging her feet as they got closer to her car, 'I woke up in such a
great mood today too, but now, getting corned by those two bitches and my
stupid stunt back there with Corbin.' it left her feeling totally humbled.

'Maybe I deserve it, for acting like such a high and mighty bitch myself.'

But she just shook her head, and spurned the idea that she was somehow less
of a woman now, then before everything that just happened,

'Fuck no, I'm just as good as any of them.'

Sneaking a glance over to Corbin, she watched her new blonde friend sling
her gym bag over her right shoulder. 'She's such a quiet girl' Sharon
thought, 'but she makes me feel so at ease, I just can't seem to put my
finger on any of it.'



They stopped at her car and Sharon took a deep breath, bringing herself down
a to earth after that orbiting experience back in the gym, "Thank you, you
really didn't have to do any of that."

"I wanted to.  You really should be careful, you know, allot of these girls
have real vendetta's to carry out."



"I don't understand, why would they do that!?"

Sharon started to get emotional and leaned against her car door.

"Why!? What did I ever do to them, I think they might have really.."
Tilting her head down she felt the warm surface of the roof on her forehead
as she squeezed her eyelids shut, blocking out the thought.



Corbin rolled her eyes a bit at how Sharon can be so dramatic.

'She can't be that blind?' Corbin wondered.

In any case, she reached over and gently rubbed Sharon's neck until she
seemed to calm down.



"Sharon look, the best way I know to describe it..well.it's what you
represent.  To allot of these girls you're beautiful, rich and have
everything AND you do tend to flaunt it!" Corbin thought that summed it up
pretty well.



"What!? Do YOU think I'm like that really?!" Sharon leaned back and shot a
hurt look over at her. Corbin quickly retracted her arm and glanced away for
a second at the direct question, 'Oops, maybe the wrong choice of words.'

Taking a deep breath, she decided to just be honest and looked straight into
Sharon's glistening eyes.



"All I know, is just what I see." Corbin looked away again and shrugged her
shoulders.



"Well, I guess, maybe I am a little like that." Her head lowered again as if
contemplating everything that lead up to what happened.



"A little?" Corbin gave her a questioning look.



"Okay, maybe allot." Sharon smirked.



Her head came back up with a look of concern,

"Corbin? Do you realize the hassles your in for, you know, once those two
bitches spread around the school that you claimed to be my friend?"  Sharon
almost had a smile on her face as she dug in her purse for her keys.



"All I did is help you out." Corbin tried to down play everything.



"Yeah.I guess that's all it was." Sharon hesitated with a tone of
disappointment, but Corbin could read her face as she had almost buried it
in her purse rooting around for her keys.



Corbin stood there for a long moment and then peered up with a very cautious
look, "I don't know Sharon, do you want to be friends?"

She stopped searching and looked up, it was cutest expression she could ever
remember seeing, Corbin almost looked shy, she could barely look her in the
eyes.  Not saying a word, she rifled thru her purse some more and pulled out
a pen and scrap piece of paper and began to scribble down some information.



"Here!" Sharon urgently said, pressing the crumpled up piece of paper into
Corbin's hand, "Call me tonight!" Corbin opened her fingers and took the
paper letting a faint smile cross her lips as she slowly pushed off from the
car and took a step back.  It was then she realized that their fingers were
still interlocked as their arms extended to cover the growing gap between
them, until finally their grip broke.



Turning away, Corbin walked to her car across the parking lot.



Sharon didn't know what it was about this girl, but she was definitely
caught up in her mystery and wanted to know more, maybe everything about
her.





Later that evening as Corbin was shutting down her computer, she just stared
at the monitor watching the screen grow dim and then opened her desk drawer
for probably the tenth time that night.   Slowly she withdrew the crumpled
up piece of paper that Sharon had given her, her hands lowering to her lap
as she replayed everything that happened earlier in the day. 'This is
ridiculous' Corbin tried to shut it out of her mind, not that she truly
wanted to, but every time she thought about what happened, it took every bit
of self control to fight off her strong sexual urges. Clutching her fists
tightly as she rocked forward in her chair tensing every muscle in her body.



Her body suddenly jerked with a knock on her door, and like someone opening
the a drain plug, all of her passion was suddenly sucked from her body,



"Yes?"



Her mom leaned into the room,

"Corbin, it's getting late. You okay?" Looking at her daughter sitting with
a somewhat panicked look on her face.



"Yes mom, I'm fine, just a few more minutes."



"All right, but you know you have a hard time getting up in the morning if
you don't get to bed early."


"Yes mom! I know!" Corbin answered impatiently, not meaning to get snippy
but she was really stressed about this phone call.



"Okay.okay, Goodnight." Her mom smiled.



"Goodnight." Corbin smiled as her mom quietly closed the door.



Blinking in disbelief, she looked down at the phone number shaking her head,

"Girl, you are trouble I don't need." And quickly balled up the paper aiming
for the trash can, but stopped short of the throw. Letting out a deep sigh
she unfolded the paper, yet again, and swiveled in her chair to stare at the
phone next to her bedside table.



Shutting off the desk lamp she turned and crawled onto her bed and stretched
out over her covers pulling the phone in close.  Lying on her stomach she
rested her head on her outstretched right arm, thinking.contemplating.
Meanwhile, her legs were bent so that her feet pointed upward at a ninety
degree angle as her ankles crisscrossed a few times nervously, thinking if
maybe it was too late or should she even take Sharon's request seriously,
looking for a way out of the call.

"It's too late, not a good idea." She kept doubting, but she just stared at
the receiver.  Besides, she knew that making this phone call would be
crossing every major social 'no-no' there was in the unwritten rulebook of
their High School.  It felt dangerous and that excited her, beckoning her to
choose the lesser-traveled path. 'Like crossing a phantom picket line and
going over to the other side' she thought with a smile, looking over she was
surprised to find her hand now resting on the receiver, and still she
stared, and stared.and.






Sharon had the radio on and was jabbering away on her cordless phone,
leaning back against the headboard of her queen size bed.  She sat watching
her toenails dry after giving them a new coating of polish.



"Yeah! Can you believe she said that!?" Sharon just shook her head in
disbelief as she sat on the phone catching up with the latest gossip.



"Oh shit, can you hold, I have an incoming call!  Be right back."

"Hello?" Sharon said in a somewhat impatient manner.



"Hey Sharon, it's me."



It took a second to recognize the voice over the phone, but she suddenly sat
upright in bed.



"Hey!" Even Sharon was surprised by her enthusiastic tone.



"You sound in a good mood." Corbin smiled to herself, glad that she didn't
wake her up.  "Sorry for calling..."

"Can you hold on a sec! I have to get off the other line." Sharon clicked
over, "Hey Rachel, gotta go.yeah yeah, I know, well catch up on all that
stuff tomorrow, ok thanks!"  Sharon couldn't believe it, 'I am actually
dumping my best gossip buddy on the cheer squad to chat with Corbin! Freaky!
'



Clicking back over, "Ok, sorry."

"That's ok, anyway, sorry for calling so late." Corbin rolled onto her back
and twirled the phone cord in her fingers.



Sharon felt silly, she actually had butterflies in her stomach and was
nervous.

"No it's fine, just up chatting and stuff, you know.  So what's up?"



"Oh, just working on a paper for tomorrow, last minute thing, got it
finished.  And I wanted to call.and." Sharon leaned forward some more,
waiting, anticipating.  She heard a heavy sigh on the other end of the line.



Sharon just smiled and listened, it felt good to hear Corbin say 'she wanted
to call' and a warm feeling spread thru her whole body.

"It's okay Corbin, I know, things at school make it, well kind of tough."
Sharon wanted to help her out, and she in fact knew what she was trying to
convey.



"Yeah, real tough." Corbin sighed again, "I never realized how hard it would
be until you actually try, you know."



"I wouldn't have given you my phone number if I didn't mean it. And besides,
we don't bite and were not stupid!" Sharon just laughed.

"No matter what those assholes say.  Sorry, I know some of those assholes
are your friends."



"No, it's ok Sharon, some of them are real jerks. And you know what?"



"What?"



"I know your not stupid."

Sharon just sat there with her big smile like she had never been paid a
compliment before.  Neither spoke of what happened in the locker room
earlier that day, their conversation was going to well and everything felt
too 'normal' at the moment.  In reality, Corbin did most of the listening,
but she didn't mind, Sharon made her laugh with all her bitchy gossip and it
was easy to get caught up in the positive energy Sharon radiated.



The very next day Sharon came around the corner and saw Corbin in the
hallway talking with some of her friends from gymnastics class, but she didn
't let that phase her one bit.  From their conversation last night it seemed
as if things like 'social clicks' didn't matter, normally Sharon would have
steered clear of them, but she just slowed down and stared for a moment
smiling and performing a little wave, hoping to get her attention. Finally,
Corbin glanced over and caught site of Sharon walking by, her hand coming up
with a wave, but her look conveyed hesitation and her wave was barely one of
acknowledgment as she could feel her friends watching her, judging her every
move. It was a sickening feeling to do that to Sharon as her smile slowly
faded from across the hall, Sharon just stood their for a moment dumbfounded
as Corbin just went back to chatting with her friends, like she almost wasn'
t there.  It was one of the worst feelings Sharon could ever recall, it felt
like 'total rejection' to her, and to top if off, a couple of the girls in
Corbin's group shot an ugly look in her direction.  Quickly she turned away
and made a detour outside to get to her next class, trying to fight back the
tears, she didn't want to see or talk to anyone and 'why the fuck does it
hurt so much?' but it did. 'I thought that after what happened and our talk
last night we were friends!?' Sharon kept thinking to herself.





"Did that girl just wave at you?" Jenn asked looking over at Corbin with an
expression of shock.



"God, I hear she's a real bitch." Vera chimed in.



Corbin painfully twitched with every cutting remark, and her hands clutched
her books closely to her chest in shame for not walking up and talking to
Sharon, for being so fucking weak.



It had been a couple of days since Sharon or Corbin saw each other that day
in the hallway and as far as Sharon was concerned, the School 'clicks' did
rule and Corbin wasn't going to risk ridicule to talk with or be her friend.
'I guess I'm really not surprised, I live by those same guidelines every day
' she considered, but it still hurt like hell and trying to forget it was
all but impossible at the moment, 'I thought we really could have been great
friends. I guess I should just be thankful to have known her for a few brief
minutes that day and our phone conversation was wonderful. Shit, this is
stupid, it's not like someone died or anything.'

Sharon continued to fumble thru her locker, not terribly worried about class
as it was just her 'Study Hall'.



"Hey" The voice called out from behind her, Sharon almost dropped a book at
surprise.  Turning her head she was shocked to see Corbin standing their,
leaning against the lockers, cradling her own books to her chest; she had
this casual smile on her face as her head leaned against the metal lockers.
Corbin was amused at how differently they dressed, Sharon in her short,
tight floral skirt and deep frontal v-cut, sleeveless cotton shirt and a
pair of elegant sandals wrapped around a pair of the most perfectly
manicured feet and toes Corbin had ever seen.  Not to mention her hair which
always looked like she just came out of a salon. In comparison, Corbin felt
all frumpy in her baggy tan shorts and grey t-shirt wearing her old running
shoes.  Her shoulder length blonde hair just hung loose, she was always
brushing it out of her face, 'very annoying' she thought.



Sharon's heart almost leapt out of her chest as that familiar beautiful
smile and eyes lit up across Corbin's face.  But a painful reminder of what
happened a couple of days ago quickly followed and for that, she couldn't be
so forgiving.


"Oh, hey.what's up?" Sharon somberly replied and to Corbin's surprise
suddenly turned back to her locker and continued fumbling thru her papers,
in a  bit more of an agitated manner.



"You okay?" Corbin's look turned concerned, she knew exactly why Sharon was
acting this way.



"Just fine, why?" Sharon tried to play it off and tossed her backpack over
her shoulder.



Corbin was speechless, and frustrated, she didn't have a clue where to
begin.

"Okay, well, I better be getting to class.  I just wanted to say hi Sharon,
I guess I'll be seeing you around?" A frown covered her face as she pushed
off from the lockers and slowly started to walk away.  Sharon let out a deep
sigh and turned, her mouth parting wanting to say something, but she stopped
short and turned back to her locker, "Fuck" muttering to herself. She felt
awful, it was like arguing with her damn boyfriend, 'I mean, what's up with
this.' She didn't fully understand why it upset her so much but she was
determined not to be the one chasing her down, not when she got the cold
shoulder first.



'You really fucked that up Corbin.' she told herself, slipping into a state
of depression as she slowly walked down the hall looking down at the ground.



Later in the afternoon, as Cheer practice wound down Sharon's heart skipped
again when she spotted Corbin on the track, running laps.  Without knowing
why, she lingered around a bit and Corbin slowed to a walk trying to catch
her breath and pace herself.  She glanced over at Sharon a couple of times
and Sharon looked back at her and a few more times the two girls exchanged
awkward glances, until finally, Corbin slowly steered herself towards Sharon
's direction.

'Make an effort' she told herself, nervously glancing around to see if
anyone was looking in their direction.



Sharon nervously fidgeted and squatted down to untie and tie her shoelaces,
trying to look busy.



"You want some company?"



"Sure, if you like." Sharon tried to act nonchalant about the whole thing,
she was still hurting over getting snubbed, yet it killed her to not be
honest about how glad she was Corbin decided to come over.



Sitting down on the grass opposite Sharon, she stretched her legs out, and
started to massage a tender muscle in her right leg.  Sharon watched her
fingers kneed her sweaty, tight thighs and then quickly glanced away, 'now
is not the time for your mind to go off the deep end Sharon.'



She cleared her throat, "Aren't you afraid you going to be seen talking to
me?" Sharon just kept looking down at the laces of her shoes.



"I don't care anymore and I'm sorry for being such a wimp." Corbin stopped
working her muscles and frantically plucked several blades of grass around
her outstretched legs.



"Your not a wimp!" Sharon looked up thinking about how she stood up to
Taylor and Janet.



Corbin met her gaze and the two girls locked eyes with one another for what
felt like the first time in a long while. "I know what your thinking Sharon,
but standing up to those two idiots was easy or so it seemed.  But when it
came right down to it, I caved in to pressure.  You put up with allot more
shit then I do in this school, so in one aspect you're the brave one.  But,
Sharon." And then Corbin's look turned serious, even sad, it was tearing
Sharon up inside to hear this and the grave look on Corbin's face made her
swallow hard.

Corbin stopped abruptly and quickly looked away, as she leaned back on her
well-defined arms. ".I.I promise that if you give me another chance, I'll be
the best friend you ever had." Corbin's voice cracked and her right hand
came up and looked like it wiped something from under her eyes.



Sharon's heart felt like it was in a vice, it took every bit of strength to
hold her emotions in check and to suppress the strongest urge to lean over
and hug Corbin with every fiber of her being.  When she turned around her
right hand came back down and planted itself, Sharon took the opportunity to
lean in and discreetly let her right hand crawl over the grass and find
Corbin's fingers, it was the best she could do as allot of the school
windows and people on the field had a wide-open view of where they sat.  Not
that anyone was paying particular attention, 'but in this place the windows
have eyes.' Sharon had to let her gut instinct carefully guide her actions.



"Corbin, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.  I'd like that,
more then anything in the world." Sharon big blue eyes turned soft and
emotional as she lips trembled.  The girls secretively intertwined their
fingers and just enjoyed the moment as long as they could.



"I'm sorry" Corbin blinked her eyes, trying to flush out her tears, "I'm
just so damn disappointed in myself." Suddenly the bell rang for last class
and their hands slowly withdrew as the sudden activity of voices and class
doors opening drew them out of their private moment.



"Uh oh, your gonna be seen walking with me back to the gym!" Sharon said
with a big smile and teasing look. Shaking her head with a faint smile "I
think I can handle it." And the two girls walked off the field together and
several staring eyes in fact noticed it.







Blinking the stinging perspiration from her eyes, Taylor turned her head to
the left, only just enough to see Corbin from the corner of her eye.  They
were facing away from each other, their lockers on opposite sides of the
row.



Crossing her arms, she gripped the bottom of her sweat soaked t-shirt and
in one fluid motion peeled it from her body, leaving just her sports bra and
running shorts still intact. Performing a slight weight shift onto her right
leg, Corbin raised her arms above her head and clasped her left wrist with
her right hand before leaning as far to the left and then to her right,
stretching and pulling her sore, tight latissimus muscles. Dropping her arms
she slowly rolled her head back and forth trying to work out some of the
tension from a physically and mentally exhausting two weeks.

'All the crap I have had to listen to, even my own teammates have been
merciless with the questions and comments. At least most of them haven't
stopped talking to me.' A slight consolation to an overall miserable past
few days, and sadly she knew they would never warm up to the idea of hanging
out with Sharon or vice versa. Ironically though, the first time Sharon
invited her to attend a party at Rachel's house, everyone seemed really
nice, 'Most likely because I was never one of their biggest critics.'



Watching her muscles knot up and stretch, especially under a sheen of sweat,
was driving Taylor mad; frustrated, she almost ripped her own shirt pulling
it over her head and throwing down in frustration.  Letting out a long sigh,
she let her body relax as her head and shoulders slumped forward, hands
coming to rest on her tan, sweat drenched stocky hips.  Her fingers began to
nervously press into her abs, as her short nails raked into the skin,
parting trails thru the thick sweat coating her body.  Taylor performed
another over-the-shoulder glance, to sneak a look, they were both decked out
in their respective bra and shorts as she made a few little comparisons, but
their body types were just too different. Corbin had a toned, almost
muscular physique with almost no body fat while Taylor's own muscular,
stocky build was wrapped in a layer of body fat, not allot, but enough to
soften her look.  She enjoyed eating fast food too much to give it up in the
pursuit of that 'tight' look. But no matter how much she tried to relax on
the outside, she was ragging on the inside.

'How could she befriend that snotty, fucking, bitch?'

They now hung around each other all the damn time, and to make matters worse
most of the girls on the Cheer squad now accepted Corbin as an equal. Taylor
had also heard thru the rumor mill that Corbin actually attended one of
their little Parties, 'Pretty soon, she will start to act just like one of
them.' and that thought ate away at her, to think that Corbin could be
'defecting'.



'What the fuck is wrong with her!' Taylor felt the tension rise up her back
and kick her ill temper into overdrive. 'What a fucking shame, I always
liked her too.' Although she really didn't know Corbin all that well, her
admiration was all done from at a safe distance.  Being openly gay, she
feared that her attraction of the blonde's beauty and strength would spill
over into lust, only to be totally rejected.  Taylor was almost positive
that any of her advances would be rebuffed as Corbin had a reputation for
being very conservative and straight.  But now, that lust was being consumed
with anger watching her buddy up with 'Princess'  on the athletic field that
day.



Corbin had tried to keep to herself and mind her business, but Taylor was
starting to make allot of annoying racket.  Janet suddenly came around the
corner and opened up her locker on Taylor's immediate right and looked over
with an upbeat expression,

"Hey, that was a good practice game today, yeah?"



Taylor wasn't listening, "Yeah" she mumbled half-heartedly as her anger was
beginning to unbalance her. Suddenly she paused, and gave another glare over
her shoulder and then looked back at her locker as her fist tightened on the
handle of the door; clenched now in overwhelming anger as she tried to
figure out how to channel all of this building negative energy. But then her
stability suddenly capsized drowning her better judgment so her flaring
temper could rule the moment;



"You know what Janet, too bad we didn't get to finish off Princess the other
day."

Janet froze, her eyes grew wide knowing Corbin was standing right there, her
mouth opened in shock and could barely speak.  She didn't like where this
was going, not one bit,



"Uh.uh." Janet stuttered until Taylor shot her an angry look.



"Uh.yeah, I know what you mean." Janet was freaking, she didn't want to get
into a fight or see one for that matter, quickly she opened her locker and
proceeded to bury her head inside,  acting like she was looking for
something. 'Taylor have you lost your mind!' Janet was starting to freak,
but she knew how her friend could get once she got started down the wrong
path.



Corbin could feel the blood flowing at a furious pace into her arteries, her
ears pounded like drums from the beat of her heart. 'Please god, make her
shut up, please.' Corbin felt like she was being tested and her hands
lowered to her side as she just stood paralyzed, looking straight ahead into
the dark locker.



"You know, she looked really cute in her..."



A loud metal on metal sound rocked the row, echoing through the entire gym,
causing Taylor and Janet to jump and quickly turn in Corbin's direction who
just stood their facing her locker, her palm flat against the now closed
door, having just slammed it shut. Corbin turned around, her face flustered
and obviously emotional, still decked out in her shorts and bra.  Slowly,
purposively she stepped over the bench, her long gymnasts muscles tensing
and flexing as she found her footing and turned to face her antagonist. With
every move it seemed that her anguish intensified as blood continued to
flood arteries, supplied by her throbbing heart beating out sensations of
self-examination, not knowing if she was ready to cross 'that' line, a line
she had never crossed before.



She looked incredibly intimidating, standing in her black Nike running
shorts and bra that barely concealed a pair of formidable beasts.  Taylor's
stomach knotted up with nervous, excited tingly sensations that she could
feel all the way down to her inner legs.



"Shut your mouth and take what you said back." Corbin's eyes narrowed, her
quickening breath causing her impressive chest to swell and rise as her
heart felt like it might explode as the walls and everything around her
started to fade, leaving just her and Taylor, she didn't even see Janet
anymore.



"Make me!" Taylor slammed her locker shut and turned to face Corbin, this
was like a dream come true for Taylor, to finally lock up with the almighty
Corbin and to get her hands wrapped around this blonde's dynamite body.
Taylor didn't care anymore, her own anger and lust had taken over in the
drivers seat, she had backed down earlier in her attempt to humble Ms.
Cheerleading Princess, but now she was going to settle the score thru her
new found buddy.



Corbin stepped in, "Why are you pushing me Taylor?"

"Why are you hanging out with that bitch!?" Taylor was almost yelling, her
own emotions were getting the best of her also, she was nervous and scarred
now, she really had only been in a few scuffles, but all of those girls were
little, scrawny punks; Corbin was none of the above.



Suddenly Corbin reached out with her right hand and shoved hard on Taylor's
left shoulder, causing her to take a step back.  She had tensed and resisted
the push, but Corbin had put allot of power behind it, a bit more then she
expected.

Janet's eyes were almost popping out of her skull as she tried to decide
whether to run and get a teacher or to just run for cover.

"Uhmmm..guys!" Janet tried to weakly intervene, but she went unheard.



"I'm warning you Taylor!" Corbin's face was flushed, her hands trembled
slightly.



'Nobody pushes me' and Taylor reached over with her left hand and shoved
back, hard, causing Corbin's torso to twist in response.



"Fuck you!" Taylor was yelling now and almost had tears coming out of her
eyes, she was on the verge of exploding and needed every bit of anger and
hostility she could muster. Corbin took another step forward until they were
only a couple of feet apart, but close enough they felt the emotional
electricity move between their tense heated bodies as their senses soaked in
the thick humid air of the locker room, a combination of pungent womanly
aroma and bodily sweat started to tip scales in favor of a dangerous
physical collision.









Janet had begun her retreat, although slowly at first because the unfolding
scene was far more mesmerizing up close. Nervously she watched as Corbin's
jaw line clinched and then felt her heart almost stop for a second, as
everything seemed to happen so quickly, she wasn't sure who moved first.



Corbin's right palm landed with a wet smack on Taylor's sweaty, tightening
shoulder, appearing to try and drive straight into her, while her left hand
wrapped itself around the back of her opponent's neck; fingers clawing into
gritty, dirty sweat and matted curls of reddish-brown hair.  But Taylor was
already braced for the impact and leaned into her oncoming aggressor, her
pose markedly similar to Corbin's.



"You fucking bitch." Corbin hissed as her eyes narrowed and glistening with
emotion.



A loud grunt escaped from both girls as they pulled one another into their
powerful coils, followed by a strong flurry of activity; arms tensing as
heated, excited bodies locked onto one another. Spontaneously, they both
abandoned their clawing and clutching maneuvers to wrap their arms around
one another, hands locking onto wrists as their chests begin to press in
somewhat of a mutual bear hug. A painful groan went out from both girls as
they secured and tightened their arms, Taylor just closed her eyes as she
felt her mind and body rocked by the erotic sensation of having another
woman's breasts press into hers, no doubt enhanced by the escalating
passionate and violent struggle. 'Any other time.' She thought and she would
have let herself just go, to enjoy the moment. But the feeling of Corbin's
back muscles tightening, rippling under her forearms snapped her back into
the fight, realizing that her situation could turn dire if she was to make
one mental or physical slip. Corbin had felt her head move past Taylor's as
their chins came to rest on one another's shoulder's and both girls threw
everything into what suddenly became a contest of attrition, trying to push
the other girl back.  Corbin's calves and thighs straightened, flexing as
bands of muscles snapped tight thru her long legs as she pushed off, causing
Taylor to let out a low, aggravated moan while her own legs painfully braced
against the oncoming force.  Taylor on the other hand had suddenly arched
her back, aching for more contact between their chests trying to draw Corbin
into a more private, erotic dual, and she was rewarded by the sound of a
deep sigh from the strong blonde as their full, female breasts compressed
tightly together.



Whatever their individual reasons, they both wanted the fight to happen,
evident by the sheer ferocity at which they were now driving into one
another as their trembling bodies were now being depleted of sweat and
energy.

'I'm going to fucking snap this bitch in two' Corbin's frenzied, angry mind
now moved forward with one conviction and she was elated to hear the sweet
sound of painful gasps wrung from Taylor's throat and chest as her arms
seemed to tighten a fraction of an inch. But Corbin was suddenly shocked to
realize that many of those heated, long moans were her own; Her silky,
smooth lips pursed, eyelids tilting half shut at the escape of another long
groan, as her nipples and firm breasts swelled out to the sides with the
increased crushing challenge by Taylor's own swelling breasts. The girls
grunted painfully as the sweat from their bras intermingled, the
perspiration seemed to literally press from between their mating nipples and
tits, but neither girl could judge whose felt stronger at the moment, it
seemed the building pressure was going to make that evident soon enough.



To her despair, Taylor suddenly felt her shoes slip across the tiles, "Fuck"
cursing aloud as she tried to regain her footing, shutting her eyes tighter
and groaning in effort as she tried to twist and turn Corbin off balance.
But Corbin's long legs, honed by years of running and gymnastics were
proving to be too much; she frantically tried to throw the blonde off
balance again and again, but in doing so felt her own footing give out, this
time causing her to stumble back frantically clinging onto Corbin with
everything she had 'I'm not going down alone, this bitch is coming with me.'



Janet however, didn't move quickly enough and was dangerously close to
getting caught under a tumbling mass of female limbs.



Corbin felt the sudden slack in resistance, but she didn't stop, she kept
wanting to drive Taylor back, 'thru the fucking wall, the floor.whatever.'
she thought. Taylor's right hand loosened itself as she involuntarily
reached back to try and brace her body for the impact, but Janet's legs and
arms were already getting sandwiched between her back and the oncoming hard
flooring. 'Fuck it' Taylor thought, letting her friend absorb the impact of
both her and Corbin.  Corbin had already started to tuck her head in as they
went down, but with the back of her head exposed it made an inviting target
as Taylor reattached her free hand to the most accessible target and curled
her fingers around several loose strands of blonde hair.



"Fuck! Owww Bitch!.My hair!" Taylor heard her opponent's muffled cry.



"Stop your crying cunt!" Taylor yelled back.



"AHHHHHH!!!" Janet let out her own girlish cry as she tripped, falling
backward trying to dodge a barrage of elbows and knees descending upon her.
Closing her eyes, her poor body tensed as she waited for the final impact.
It was a massive crash of bodies that spilled out over the floor,
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh." Janet moaned, although not terribly loud, more of a low deep
groan that was forced from her body, frantically she tried to dislodge her
self, kicking and pushing with her arms.  She scurried backward on all fours
like a crab, her feet slipping as she tried desperately to put as much space
between her and the strong women going at one another. In retreat, she could
hear deep female moans as she watched Corbin's strong arms and legs wrestle
with Taylor, who at the moment appeared to be trapped on the bottom, but
each girl clung to one another as they struggled for position and dominance.



"Shit!.wait you guys..stop!" She really didn't know what else to say, the
part of her that wanted to see it all unfold kept her butt rooted to the
ground as she didn't blink or barely breath. Janet watched as her friend
struggled from underneath, her hands throwing wild slaps and hits to Corbin'
s torso, they seemed to land with little impact, as Taylor's leverage was
poor.

Corbin on the other hand was lunging upward, pushing off with her incredible
legs and arching her back, it was 'really fucking hot' Janet thought at one
point when the blonde's sweaty, muscular back arched upward, it almost
looked like she was humping Taylor from atop. From her bottom position,
Taylor wasn't sure where to go next, her slaps where ineffective except for
an odd red mark on Corbin's biceps and back.  She could feel their breasts
still pushing and sliding into one another, but to her infuriation it felt
like her breasts were the one's getting pushed around as she tried to arch
up and grind her tits back into the fight. Meanwhile, she couldn't hold back
her temptation any longer, while trying to hook her right leg into Corbin's
left, she brought her right hand around to try and 'cop a feel', her fingers
ran up Corbin side, 'god what a body' she thought until she found the
beautiful round globe of female flesh moving under the blonde's bra and dug
her fingers in, 'god damn' she was momentarily mesmerized by their full,
firm feel. Corbin's eyes flew open as she felt the exploring fingers softly
probe at her tit flesh thru her soaked bra, it wasn't harsh or painful, but
distractingly pleasant until one, two then three fingers slid under and
found her bare, white mound.



Janet didn't think her eyes could grow any wider, but the site of Taylor
feeling up Corbin, under her bra no less, was having a warming effect as she
sucked in and held her breath, waiting for the next line to be crossed.



But Taylor's private moment of pleasure was short lived as her hand was
quickly slapped away by Corbin's left and the two girls interlocked fingers
in a quick test of arm strength.



"Feel up your buddy Janet, not me." Corbin hissed.



"HEY!" Janet yelled defensively from the corner.



"Come' on, I know Sharon can't be that satisfying" Taylor remarked.



"I told you to shut your fucking mouth bitch!" Corbin hissed and pinned
Taylor's arm over her head.  Taylor's face tensed with pain but she wasn't
about to let a single sound leave her lips no matter the growing discomfort.
Instead she stayed focused on trying to keep the blonde from inching up her
body and planting her knees into her armpits, thus trapping her below. While
she kept her arm pinned, Corbin could feel Taylor's right leg wiggle out to
the side, trying to free itself, in response she stretched out her left to
trap it, but Taylor was a little quicker and coiled it around so their calf
muscles and thighs slid against one another and then pressed, as their
heated muscles tensed and engaged in their own private struggle. Both girls
got a solid hook into one another's legs, as rippling muscles pressed and
rolled over on another.  Corbin grunted under the pressure as Taylor tried
to control her leg and roll her off, suddenly the rest of their thrashing
and fighting seemed to slowly cease as if the two were putting everything
they had into the new leg dual. In a series of slow motion twists and turns,
they both endured as much as their bodies would allow, the slow seconds
ticking by; Low, heavy groans now replaced the once high pitched gasps as
they struggled to see who would emerge the stronger and most likely win the
balance of the fight. Taylor was determined not to loose this one, already
haven taken the fall, then getting her chest pushed around by the blonde
cunt was to much, this time she was determined to break the girl's leg, if
she could; but the pain in her hip was terrible and she had to perform slow
rotations of her waist to ease the discomfort. From her upper back, down
thru her glute's and into her legs, every muscle in Corbin's body burned and
cracked with power. Their heads were buried off to the side just slightly,
but a few more inches and Corbin's right cheek would be touching Taylor's.
Musky female sweat, odors and hot breath circulated between their mouths and
noses, driving their heated angry battle into an arena of sensual intimate
combat as the very nature of this new test caused a slow rubbing and
grinding to take place between their two sweat soaked bodies.



Janet, fearful of missing any moment forced her eyes to go unblinking, even
for a split second as she now had a front row seat to this incredible fight.
Their legs just rippled with strength as every pore was alive with
perspiration, both girls grunted and Corbin's head lowered until their
cheeks were now lightly touching, breath rasping into each other's ears. An
erotic, tingling sensation would develop as the two battle engaged girls
could feel the perspiration that had developed between their bellies cool
whenever their toned abs would part.



"OH Fuck!" Taylor sighed as she felt a slight tremor start in her inner
thigh and begin to spread. She was doubtful that she could have outmuscle
Corbin, but she was hoping to outlast her, until she suddenly felt the back
of her shoe slide a couple of inches across the floor as Corbin pulled her
leg back under control.



"Who's crying now?" Corbin sighed into Taylor's ear.



Changing tactics, Taylor instantly gave up the fight and went limp, her leg
snapped inward with incredible force and her plan worked as she felt Corbin
loose her balance and roll just a few inches into Taylor's right shoulder.

'If my timing is right.' Taylor thought and her left body instantly bridged.


Janet was amazed watching Taylor suddenly reverse their positions out of
nowhere, it looked like Corbin had the fight won with Taylor loosing every
single battle, but the next thing she saw was Corbin frantically trying to
balance herself, but she couldn't keep the roll from going against her.
Janet suddenly felt bad for underestimating her friend's strength and
stamina. Corbin felt in a very uncomfortable position looking up as she felt
parts of her bare back press into the cool tile floor, already damp from
Taylor's own sweat. Frantically, she tried to shift her body and gain some
better position.



"What was that you were saying? About me crying?" Taylor mocked.



Taylor quickly spread her legs, trying to gain some balance and leaned in to
feel her breasts press back into Corbin's, 'maybe from the top I'll have a
bit more of an advantage' she thought.  If Janet wasn't their she would have
fucking ripped her and Corbin's bra off to go bare-chested, she was willing
to bet that all that protesting on Corbin's part was show, 'I bet I could
probably get her worked up enough for some fucking hot, lesbian, love action
right here on this fucking, dirty gym floor.'  Wanting to have a little fun
while she still had good balance atop her opponent, she leaned down and
whispered;

"Let's you and I stop this and settle our differences some other way."

Corbin felt Taylor's ample chest perform a slow grind into her own breasts,
and bit her lower lip as her nipples hardened in response, but a moan still
slipped from her throat.



Janet wasn't sure what just happened, but from the expression on Corbin's
face, something had just changed in the fight, she couldn't make out if it
was a look of pain or.pleasure, now on her face.



Regaining her composure, Corbin turned her head and spoke close into Taylor'
s ear,



"Look into my eyes."



"Huh?" Taylor quickly turned her head.



"You mean 'some other way?', like this?" Her eyes narrowed and her jaw
flexed when she suddenly arched her back with all her might, thrusting her
hard nipples and firm breasts back into Taylor's.  Her head went low as her
eyes fluttered, "Ohhhh...shit" Taylor moaned and she had to shift her weight
against the sudden pressure, which had forced her breasts to almost flatten
against her chest, "You bitch." Taylor groaned out as her tits had taken the
brunt of that attack. Pushing off a few inches, her left hand ran over her
chest to sooth the ache out and then looked back into Corbin's blazing hazel
eyes, a faint smile crossed the blonde's lips sending Taylor into a fucking,
furious orbit.



"You cunt" Taylor scowled, watching as Corbin just laid there, revealing in
her little stunt.



"What's the matter, can't take it?" Corbin smiled. It sounded just like
something one of those Cheerleading bitches might say Taylor thought.



"Take 'this' you fucking bitch!" Taylor went over the edge and she quickly
tried to scoot her ass up for leverage across Corbin's hips and pelvis;
angry, tired of fucking around and getting pushed around, she planted her
left hand on the ground and raised her right in a threatening smack, but
Corbin saw it coming and turned her head away, the open palm strike caught
her on the back of the head with a loud 'Pop', but it still hurt like hell.



"Ahhh.Fuck!" Corbin yelled.



"Bitch!"



"Cunt! You brought this on yourself!" Taylor shouted down at her.



Corbin whipped her head around, "So, you want to start hitting!?" Corbin's
look turned angry, but it didn't faze Taylor as she felt like she still held
the advantage astride the girl's torso.



"Anyway you want it baby!" She shot back right back.



"Fine!"  Corbin got a real sinister look on her face.



Corbin reached up and planted her hands on Taylor's sweaty shoulders, '
unbelievable' Taylor thought as her upper body was pushed a couple of inches
up by this girls unbelievably strong arm, Corbin suddenly dug her fingers
into Taylor's bare shoulders with fantastic pain as nails almost broke into
her skin.  Suddenly Taylor felt herself pushed off to her left, but her
hands came up to try and dislodge Corbin's grip, thinking she was trying to
roll her off. She wasn't completely sure what Corbin had in mind till it was
too late, never seeing the blonde's right leg swing out..



Once in position, Corbin then pulled her free leg up, knee first, like she
was doing a squat, thrusting her right knee into the upper part of Taylor's
ribs while pulling down on her shoulders in the same direction until the two
objects collided.



"Ohhhh fuck!" Taylor faced just scrunched up in horrible pain as the point
of impact quickly radiated throughout the rest of her body.  It was enough
of a blow, that Corbin was now able to twist and bridge up and quickly,
reverse their positions again. Both girls were now drenched in sweat,
heaving and gasping although they had only been going at it for a few
minutes. It appeared to Janet and Corbin, that the blow seemed to have taken
allot of the fight out of Taylor as her left arm and hand protectively
clutched her side. But Corbin didn't want to take any chances and reached
down wrapping her fingers around Taylor's neck letting her fingers dig and
curl into the slippery, exposed skin of her opponent's throat, effectively
pinning her to the ground.



"Are you done?" Corbin spoke in-between gasps; droplets of sweat hung and
broke free from her chin to splash down on Taylor's heaving chest. Taylor
just shot a look of hatred in return, thru her pain-wracked expression.



"Done? Does this answer your question!?" Taylor's right hand came up with
amazing speed and slapped Corbin, catching her fully on her left cheek.

"Oohhhhfffff" Corbin groaned in shock, it was like someone flashed a light
bulb directly in her eyes followed by a few moments of disorientation.
Taylor watched Corbin's head snap to the right and her strong body seem to
sway from the unexpected blow.  Taylor seized the moment and began to thrash
about, trying to buck and throw off the dazed girl. Corbin blinked away the
tears and tried to regain control of her senses that were still reeling from
the stinging impact, it was hard to keep from getting rocked off of Taylor's
bucking body.  Her left arm blindly swung about and somehow managed to catch
Taylor's flailing right wrist, pushing it off to the side, hopefully keeping
another brutal slap from taking place. Taylor twisted her arm, but no matter
how hard she tried, Corbin was too strong and in the next split second her
left eye caught sight of a far more important development; Corbin's body had
twisted as she watched the girls right arm pull back and chamber, ready to
explode, her eyes slammed shut in horror anticipating the worst, spastically
trashing her head to the left and right not wanting to give her an easy
target.



Corbin threw the poorly aimed punch in Taylor's direction, but it landed
with terrible impact.  The sweat, combined with Taylor's thrashing caused it
to glance off her check and plow into the left side of her nose, sending a
spray of red mist into the air and tile flooring below.



"Oh my god!" Janet gasped halfway turning away, keeping her left eye still
focused on the fight. In horror, Corbin suddenly leaned back releasing her
hold on Taylor's arm as the girl brought her hands up and quickly cupped her
face.

All three girls paused in total shock at the violent turn of events, Corbin
slumped back resting on Taylor's knees until she slowly backed away. Corbin
didn't know why she did it or how the whole moment got the best of her, she
just sat stunned, staring expressionless.  Taylor felt the red river begin
to flow until she pinched her nose, 'Doesn't feel broken?' she thought
slightly relieved as tears involuntarily trailed down her face.  She leaned
up and scooted back up against the wall trying to recover and get her
bearings. Janet quickly looked around and found a dry towel and leaned over
to hand it to her.  The white fabric quickly spotted with red until about  a
minute later it quickly began to ease up.  Both girls were still gasping and
shaking for air as Corbin pulled her trembling body up onto the bench, she
felt like she might faint or even throw-up as her head swooned at the
sudden, unexpected site of blood.



"Jesus Corbin!" Taylor finally spoke up, her voice trembling with emotion.


Corbin could suddenly feel a slight sting shooting thru her hand, it felt
like it was maybe bruised as she flexed her fingers.



"I.I'm.sorry Taylor." But then she remembered what started their brawl to
begin with and looked back over at the girl who sat on the floor propped up
against the wall.

"But don't ever say anything about Sharon again, she's my friend." Corbin
felt a tear spill out and over her right cheek.

" You got that?" Corbin continued with her long, hard look.



Taylor pulled the bloodstained towel from her nose and looked at it and then
touched her nose gingerly.  Throwing the towel down in disgust, "Yeah okay."
Her eyes averted looking straight at the blonde.



Corbin slowly stood up to walk away and then hesitated, turning she walked
back over to where the Taylor lay slumped against the wall and extended her
hand.

"Come on, take It." her expression turning sincere. Taylor gripped wrists
with Corbin and pulled herself up, her legs feeling like rubber, the two
girls still heated and angry stood in an uncomfortable moment before one
another; one minute they were trying to beat the crap out of one other, the
next it was over.



"I'm sorry" Taylor mumbled as her own tears trekked down her cheeks.



Corbin nodded slightly in acknowledgment and slowly turned to walk out on
her own unsteady legs, grabbing her bag off the bench as her mind lingered
in a complete and utter daze.



Janet slowly stood up, her mind and eyes still processing everything,

"Daaammmnnnn" She just shook her head, "I've never seen anyt."

"Oh shut up!" Taylor gave her a cross look. "And don't you tell anyone!"



Janet just raised her hand  "I swear, mums the word!" While she crossed her
fingers behind her back.





Later that afternoon word had started to spread; "Corbin had kicked Taylor's
ass in the women's locker room." The effect rippling throughout the
lingering late afternoon class population. Janet's recollection of events
had taken on a life of their own due to her own excited state of mind,
giving flight to rumors and speculation about 'why' two girls that had no
prior history, would suddenly go at one anther.



Sharon was pacing her room frantically, her cordless phone clutched
painfully tight against her ear as she tried to wring every last bit of
information out of Rachel. She had already tried to call Corbin at least
twenty times that afternoon, 'Where the fuck could she be?' she kept asking
herself and ended up having to settle for 'second hand info' in order to get
the scoop on as many details as she could. But the words coming off of
Rachel's lips seemed to infect Sharon's finger tips with a slight tremble,
eventually spreading thru her arms, her pacing was the only thing that kept
her legs from feeling the unnerving effect.



"I can't believe this.." Sharon mumbled to herself over and over.



"It's some freaky shit Sharon, like why would Corbin do that?.and.well.you
know how people think."



"Spit it out! No I don't know, for the first time I'm in the damn dark!"



"Okay.okay! But promise me you'll just stay calm."



"SPIT IT OUT!" Sharon yelled.



"Sharon, everyone knows Taylor is one of those nasty lesbo's, so of course i
diots out there are going to say things.you know.like why would Corbin stick
up for you."



Sharon froze in her tracks, petrified with fear her mouth hanging wide open.


"Shut the fuck up! Don't you even say or think it, you know me Rachel, how
could you let this so fucked up!?"



"ME!?"



"Yes YOU! You know Corbin and I started hanging out.as FRIENDS! And you sure
as hell know how those softball dykes hate our guts! How could you NOT set
all those idiots at school straight!?" Sharon voice almost having a pleading
tone.



"I tried Sharon, look, I know the truth here."



"Do you?" Sharon interrupted folding her right arm over her chest as her
right foot impatiently tapped.



"Like.what the hell is that suppose to mean, huh?' An irritated tone
starting to come thru the line. "I always watch your back you know that."



"I know, I know.sorry, but I am in the middle of some massive damage control
to save my reputation!"



Most of her pacing was done in front of her huge, second story bay window
that looked out over the expansive front yard of her parent's house.
Suddenly, she froze in her footsteps when she saw Corbin's car pull out in
front, almost hanging up on her friend as her hand began to drop from her
mouth.  Quickly she brought the receiver back up.



"Shit I gotta go!"



"Sharon!?" Rachel's voice called out over the line right before the phone
clicked. Bolting from her room and down the stairs, almost slipping and
falling as she spastically jumped a couple of steps; her strong legs flexing
barely catching her stumbling. She felt breathless when she jerked the front
door open and saw Corbin slowly making her way up to the top step, 'Shit,
what a site' Sharon thought, Corbin looked a wreck, decked out in her
running shorts, sports bra and she defiantly looked like she had been in a
fight, 'her hair is a mess, well it's always a mess so I guess it's no big
deal.' Sharon's never ending attention to looks and appearance coming thru.
But it was the two or three faint spots of dried blood on Corbin's right
hand that caused her to gasp sending a wave of nausea thru stomach.



"Oh my god! Are you all right?!" Sharon reached out grabbing her hand.
Corbin stared blankly as her arm was pulled straight out before her, Sharon'
s intense blue eyes focusing on her knuckles and fingers. Feeling another
slight tug Corbin allowed herself to be pulled across the threshold and into
the house.



"I just heard." Sharon's voice turned soft and concerning as she looked back
into a pair of eyes that reflected emotional and physical exhaustion.



"Sharon, I.I was driving around and hope you don't mind."



"Mind!? I've been trying to call you non stop for the past hour!" Quickly
she reached around and closed the large oak door and returned to inspecting
her friend's hand, "Oh Sweetie are you.?" Sharon suddenly stopped and turned
around with an idea, ".come with me."  Reassuringly she gripped Corbin's
wrist and lead her thru her parent's large house to her room upstairs, but
Corbin wasn't even paying much attention to any of that, she just followed.
Once in her room, Sharon closed the door and guided her guest into the
bathroom, flicking the light switch that illuminated a long series of
recessed lights above a mirror that must have stretched out for about ten
feet in length. Now that suddenly caught Corbin's attention and she just
about paused, giving a curiously astounded look,

"Damn Sharon, this your bathroom? It's almost as big as my room at home!"
Shaking her head in amazement.



"Big?" Sharon just laughed as she pulled up a chair from her cosmetic
counter and placed in front of the sink, "I'm already running out of room!"



'God, what a brat.' Corbin thought to herself, almost smiling.



"Sit down." Sharon pointed to the chair with her left hand while cutting on
the water with her right.



"Yes ma'am." Corbin mumbled sarcastically in response to her friends
commanding tone before sitting down and dipping her sore hand into the
quickly filling porcelain bowl.



 "Hey, don't get smart with me!" Sharon responded with a smile, "Or 'I' will
kick 'your' ass", having to bite down on her lower lip after her last
comment to force her face into maintaining something reminiscent of a
serious expression, all the while her right hand reached for a nearby
washcloth and dipped it several times into the water. Corbin just grinned,
the one thing she really dug about Sharon was that she had 'attitude' and
wasn't afraid to get in Corbin's face and tease her, nor would she back
down, no matter the odds stacked against her; definitely something Corbin
didn't expect from such a high-society, primping Cheerleader. Leaning
forward, Corbin had folded her left arm along the edge of the sink to give
her head a place to rest as she watched Sharon gently wash and clean her
forearm, hand and fingers, "I am definitely getting into this pampering
 deal" She said, feeling her muscles in her neck and back slowly begin to
relax for the first time all day.



"Yeah well, don't expect this treatment all the time, and I don't do this
for just anyone." Looking up from her diligent work.



"What tha...!?" Sharon gasped looking over her friend's back and arms,
Corbin's eyes flicked wide open as Sharon leaned over, her left hand
touching parts of her arm and shoulder, "What the hell?" tracing the
outlines of several red marks and some slight bruises, it sent a tingle thru
Corbin's body as sharp fingernails grazed several sore spots, it hurt some,
but the effect was erotic and exciting at the same time.


"Did SHE do that?" Sharon leaned in closer for examination. "That fucking
bitch! You just wait, she just started something."



"NO!" Corbin looked up from where her head lay resting. "Leave it alone,
please!"



Sharon pulls away and defiantly puts her hands on her hips, "But, how can
you just.?"



"For me Sharon, please, I've been thru enough, we all have. It's done, over
with, I made sure of it." Corbin forced a smile, although it was clear her
eyes betrayed a rise of emotion. Sharon's eyebrows knotted up with concern,
unexpectedly she found her left hand had reached out to pluck a few blonde
hairs away from Corbin's forehead and eyes and brush them back.  'That's odd
' noting how casually she had just assumed it was 'Okay' to do something so
personal.



"Your right.I.I." Sharon didn't know why she stopped mid-sentence, maybe
because she didn't know what to say. Corbin's right hand swayed and rested
semi submerged in the sink of water as she felt Sharon's left hand linger,
her fingers running thru her semi-damp blonde hair.  Sharon carefully
watched for any signs of hesitation, but Corbin didn't seem to mind, in fact
she could almost discern a slight smile, but the moment slowly slipped away;
just another moment in a long series of deadlocked, awkward exchanges that
the two girls would find themselves in, often due to their emotional
inexperience.  This time it was Sharon who suddenly gave a silly look
pulling her hand away, "Ewwwww, your all sweaty and sticky." A comical smile
lit up her face.



Corbin looked back down at the rippling water in the sink and turned her
head so her chin came to rest on her folded arm, and for a few seconds she
watched as her fingers playfully flicked the water causing ripples to float
out and bounce back from the porcelain sides.

"That bothers you?" Corbin daringly tried to continue with their line of
bantering.



Feeling a little flushed, but not one to back down from a verbal challenge,
Sharon just flips her brown hair over her left shoulder,

"Maybe, then again, maybe not."



But that was about all Corbin could muster for the moment and slowly leaned
away from the sink reaching for a towel hanging nearby, "No! Not those.."
Sharon pipes up urgently ".they're for decoration only, my mom would kill
me, here use these." And she quickly reached into a recessed shelf and
pulled a white towel down.



"Decoration?! Too much Sharon, you are two much." Corbin just shook her head
looking down as she dried off her hand. "Decorative towels" She whispered to
herself. "Well." Corbin sighed getting ready to stand up, ".I guess I better
get home and get all this sticky, sweaty 'stuff' off."



Sharon didn't know why at first, but she felt frantic and didn't want Corbin
to leave just yet, "No, wait. You can shower here! And.and.then you could
stay for dinner!" Sharon got a really enthusiastic look on her face, she
seemed really proud of herself.



"I don't know Sharon, I might mess your bathroom up, you know...accidentally
use one of your decorative towels." Corbin shook her head and smiled.



"Ha-Ha, very funny. I'm being serious and your making fun of me." Sharon
folded her arms and pushed her bottom lip out to make a sad pouting
expression.



"Also! I didn't bring a change of clothes." Corbin shrugged her shoulders
sure that was a good enough excuse to get back home.



But to that remark Sharon had suddenly exited the bathroom and started
sorting thru some of her drawers pulling out some shirts and shorts.  "That'
s okay! I got plenty of stuff you can wear, were about the same height,
seriously! Take the shower and then we can hang out and stuff, it will be
really cool.  It's the weekend!"



Corbin felt bad enough as it is, to totally reject Sharon's kindness might
send her into another emotional tizzy, exhaling a deep sigh, Corbin finally
looked up and smiled, "I'll have to call my folks and let them know." She
said in her quiet, shy tone and turned away closing the bathroom door behind
her.  Sharon gleefully spun around on the ball of her right foot and flopped
back on her bed, her ears catching the sound of showerhead coming to life.
Her ever socially conscious mind caused her to glance over to her caller ID
display, it was blinking a series of recently called numbers, 'Crap, they
never let up.' More and more of her friends were calling trying to get the
scoop.  No doubt a few people who lived in her neighborhood now knew that
Corbin's car was parked out front.  "Fuck, this is a total mess now, how the
fuck am I going to explain this away." Nervously she ran her fingers thru
her hair, but she had to admit at the same time, it all had an air of danger
and excitement. "Let's those assholes gossip." She smirked and secretly
reveled at being the center of scandalous attention, more so because it had
shades of sexual innuendos that everyone at School loves to whisper about.



Corbin felt the instant relief as the hot water rained down on her face,
neck and back as she turned to study the display of shampoos, conditioners,
and body washes Sharon had collected about the shelf. "This girl is unreal"
muttering to herself, spitting out a stream of water that she had caught in
her mouth from the overhead shower. Corbin, like most women, liked to
occasionally indulge in nice, expensive products for herself, 'but Sharon
was taking this to a new art form' she thought. Deciding to have a little
fun, she then proceeded to flip open the caps and sample each of them.
Grabbing a small sponge off the ledge, she squirted a stream of blue liquid
onto the pad, her rusty French did a poor job deciphering what the label
actually said, "But it smells damn good" Corbin said smiling to herself. Her
left hand reached back and pulled aside her long blonde hair that was wetly
plastered along her neck and back, pulling the strands over her left
shoulder, in fact her hair was allot longer then she really liked.  Her
right hand came up and placed the soft sponge against the back of her tight
neck muscles and squeezed, the bluish-white foam came to life between her
fingers as the pellets of water drove into her flexing, knotted back
muscles.  The fingers of her left hand reached around and began to rub and
probe against her  shoulder and neck, attempting to loosen and massage out
some of the tension while the soap suds slithered down the channel of
muscles that lined her spine until they collected at the small of her back,
dipping into the crack of her beautifully defined ass.  Turning until her
back was exposed to the full force of the showerhead, the sponge left a
soapy trail over her right shoulder as she massaged the lather under her
chin and the upper part of her chest.  Quickly she replaced the pad to it's
original resting place and then interlocked her fingers, cupping her palms
against her defined abdominal muscles to catch the trail of soap and water
flowing down her shoulders and breasts.  With each hand now armed with an
abundance of white lather, she proceeds to cup each of her heavy, round
breasts, almost filling her hands beyond capacity.  Corbin was an early
bloomer and was at one point worried her breasts may grow to be too
cumbersome to fully enjoy sports, as it is, their size still required her
sports bras to press a bit tighter then normal to keep them from moving
around too much, a lesson she learned when she first took up jogging only to
have some chaffing and bruising appear where her regular bra's were unable
to properly restrain her breasts. Her fingers continued their upward,
semi-circular motions, working the slippery lather under and over her chest.
Looking down with some satisfaction as she places the palms of her hands on
the outside of her breasts and watches the inner wet cleavage swell as her
beautiful globes came together, compressing against one another, forcing
soap and water to ooze outward.  Her aroused nipples responded eagerly as
her slippery fingers continued to press from the outside until she slid her
hands around the front of her firm tits.  Her brown, erect nubs shocked her
with their firm resistance, she can barely recall them being so firm and
stiff as her left index finger temptingly pushes down on her left stiff
bullet, causing her some erotic discomfort as she forcibly bends the nipple
down, before letting it spring defiantly back.  Shaking the moment from her
head, she moves down her stomach as she props her left foot up on the edge
of the tub to wash inner thighs, eventually working her soapy fingers into
her blonde pubic hairs.  Her middle finger, accidentally,  grazed her
slightly aroused clit sending a slight spasm thru her body as her abs
clench, catching her slightly off guard. 'Damn what the fuck is wrong with
me!?' Her frustrated mind swarms at her sexually aroused state, smirking to
herself as she contemplates flipping the lever all the way over to cold to
forcefully purge her state of arousal out of her mind and body. "All right
Corbin, just finish up and get the hell out of here." She mumbles making
several turns in front of the spray of water to quickly rinse the soap from
her body and hair before shutting it down. Carefully, gracefully her long,
toned legs slip from behind the shower curtain feeling her way onto the soft
bath mat, grabbing for one of the 'approved' towels to dry the water from
her body.



Wrapping the towel about her midsection, Corbin whips another off the nearby
shelf and proceeds to vigorously dry out her hair, but stops mid way as her
eyes become transfixed on her pile of waded up clothes.

"Damn" Suddenly realizing that not having a change of clothing also meant
she didn't have something else and slowly reaches down pulling her sweat
soaked panties from the pile before releasing her thump and index finger
allowing them to drop back to the floor, "Just great."



Sharon's eyes look up from a spread of CD's on her bed as the bathroom door
cracks open, "Uhm, Sharon, I have a little problem."



"What? Oh, that time of the month? No biggie, there are."



"No, not that, but uhm."



"What?" Sharon cocks her head to one side perplexed.



"Do you have a.uhm.'clean' pair of underwear I could borrow?"



"No, all mine are dirty, in fact I don't wash any of my panties." Sharon's
a-matter-of-fact statement and serious expression caused Corbin to stare
blank and dumbfounded. "I'm joking!" Sharon gets off the bed and walks over
to another dresser and withdraws a neatly folded panty.



Corbin hesitated, looking at the pink cotton underwear.

"Hey! I don't have cooties and they've been thru the wash!" Sharon looked a
little irritated and before Corbin could respond, she spun around and headed
back to the dresser, "Fine, don't wear any!"



"Okay! Alright, give 'em here." Corbin sighs and snatches them from Sharon's
hand slamming the door shut.  Sharon just smiled to herself and jumps back
on the bed sorting back thru her CD collection, although she couldn't resist
the temptation to think about how kinky it seemed that another girl was
going to be wearing her underwear.



Corbin pulled back her loose strands of blonde hair from her face and pulled
apart the front of the towel, revealing her magnificently damp body in front
of the mirror.  Her two large, firm breasts jiggled slightly as her nipples
still showed aggressive signs of life, extending almost a full
three-quarters of an inch.  Her washboard abs and arms tightened as she put
her hands on her hips and looked for any residuals signs of her struggle
with Taylor earlier that day.  A faint bruising on her biceps and back, but
nothing much more, her muscles tightened and twisted as she swiveled her
hips and shoulders looking herself over until finally her left and right
hands spread out the panties before her, 'Pink, and with a small heart sewn
onto the front, you must be kidding me?' She shook her head. Slowly she
slipped first her right then left leg into them and pulled them up, pulling
the waistband firmly up over the curve of her girlish hips.  An unexpected
and subconscious rush found it's way to the forefront of her mind, as her
nipples seemed to harden even further when she thought about Sharon's vulva
sharing the same soft lining.  Corbin fought against the overwhelming odds,
but managed to bring her unsteady mind back down to earth once again and
slowly proceeded to pull the dark blue shorts up, they were a little snug,
accenting her strong features, but they made her look incredibly sexy.



The door opened and Corbin sheepishly strolled out into the room, Sharon
looked her over, her clothes were a little tight on Corbin, her thighs were
a bit more muscular and her breasts were bigger so her tank top was
incredibly stretched across the front. To that image, Sharon frowned and
lowered her head; her worst nightmare had come true;



"What's wrong?" Corbin stopped, clutching her damp gym clothes against her
chest as she looked on with concern.



"Damn it, you look better in my clothes then I do."



Corbin raised her hand as if she was going to throw her wadded up clothes at
her,

"Oh, Shut up!" Corbin smiled, her face turning red.



In move that was slightly tentative and shy, she cautiously sat down on the
edge of the bed and picked up a couple of CD's that Sharon was milling thru.
Sharon watched in frustration as Corbin ran her fingers thru damp tangled
hair, "You're driving me crazy!" Sharon sprung from the bed and grabbed her
hairbrush off her nightstand.  With her right arm she brushed aside the pile
of CD's and crawled around on the bed behind Corbin who watched with some
degree of suspicion.



"What.?"



"I am going to do your hair! Now sit still!"



"There is nothing wrong with my hair!" Corbin protested almost getting up.



Sharon reached up gripping her shoulder, pulling her back, "No there isn't,
you have beautiful hair, but just trust me, and let me comb the tangles out
of it for right now and then I'll work my magic!"



"Oh no." Corbin sighed.



"Oh YES!" Sharon gleefully responded.



Without even thinking of the implications, Sharon unfolded her feet from
under her butt and spread her legs wide until her open crotch pressed
dangerously close to Corbin's firm rear so that her own toned, tan legs
could hang off the edge of the bed.  Corbin was now leaning forward a bit
and felt the warm touch of Sharon's long smooth calves and inner thighs
slide across the outside of her legs, their tan limbs pressed into one
another and both girls felt the heat and electricity jump between their
muscles as they even twitched against one another.  Sharon couldn't help but
notice that every touch and everything she did with this girl pushed some
new erotic boundary, although she felt caution she also felt brave and
daring in the way she would playfully lead into things with Corbin, and now
she felt very playful.



For whatever reason, Corbin had also let Sharon get away with her bold
touches that she had never allowed anyone to do.  Corbin's mind came back
out of her daze when her hair tightened behind her head as Sharon began to
pull back and run the brush gently thru her strands.  Waves of perfumed
shampoo and body lotion filled Sharon's senses with every breath and she
smiled knowingly. "You have good taste" Sharon mused, her voice then turned
a bit softer during a lull in the conversation thinking back to the events
earlier in the day. Her voice was softer then she could ever remember when
*the* question finally came,



"Tell me what happened, between you and Taylor."



Corbin knew Sharon had a right to know, but she really didn't feel like
rehashing it all.  Sharon's brush strokes had slowed as she closely felt and
watched her friend's reaction; Corbin's shoulders slumped down just a bit as
her head lowered with a sigh. Corbin tried to tell her everything she could
with as little detail as possible, the soothing brushing had a calming
effect to some degree; but it didn't help that much when she finally got to
the last few minutes of the fight. After stopping and collecting herself a
few times she proudly finished and to Sharon's credit there were no
interruptions or prying for more graphic information.



Discreetly Sharon put the brush down and wrapped her arms from behind, her
chest pressing into Corbin's strong back. Locking her fingers together, her
head resting on Corbin's left Shoulder. For the first time, as she squeezed
from behind, she felt how incredibly firm Corbin's abs really were and was
in awe of her body.  "You know, no one has ever done anything like that for
me.  Thanks for standing up for me, that makes twice now." Quickly,
impulsively, she pushed aside a few strands of blonde hair and kissed her
friends neck, her head withdrew in shock at what she just did, 'Oh fuck, did
I just do that, oh my god, oh no' Sharon was petrified with fear not knowing
how Corbin may react. But Corbin didn't react, the soft lips pressing into
her neck caused her to freeze, her breath shallow and full of fear.  A
slight contraction in her pussy caused her to tense up and Sharon could feel
Corbin's back muscles tighten, fearful she had gotten too playful with her.
Unable to see her facial expression left her terribly worried.



The t-shirt stretched against a pair of hard nipples growing and pushing
outward with greater effort as Corbin hunched forward in her embarresed
state of arousal. 'Are you so fucking weak?' her mind raged at her strange
lustful arousal every time she is around Sharon.



Playing it off, Sharon slowly started to comb thru her friend's hair once
again, although her strokes were a bit more frantic and nervous.  Trying to
relax, Corbin turned her head just a bit so Sharon could see her smile.
'Letting her know that everything was 'okay'.

Sharon caught the slight corner of Corbin's left eye and nervous pupils
glanced off of one another for a few uncomfortable seconds, each trying to
figure out if either was serious, insulted or just plan nervous.  Just maybe
it seemed that if one had the guts to take it a step further, something
might have happened. But they were shaking and fearful and both nervously
smiled at one another.  It was the icebreaker that Sharon needed and she
reinforced her look with another smile and her bubbly personality began to
return.



Corbin suddenly she felt something totally unexpected as Sharon tensed her
legs, she watched in slight bewilderment as Sharon's toned inner thighs
tightened causing her knees to push Corbin's legs closer together.  With
raised eyebrows she smiled upon hearing a faint giggle from behind, still
she continued taking strands of Corbin's blond hair and pulling it back
running the brush thru it as she tightened her grip again, but this time she
felt Corbin push outward at the same time she pressed in and their impromptu
leg dual suddenly stalemated.



Corbin tilted her head slightly, a smile on her lips, "You testing me?"



"Just checking." Sharon said and then performed a little hum and continued
to brush the back of her hair as if nothing was going on.



"Checking what?" Corbin's grin grew wider.



"See if that's muscle or fat down there."



"And?" Corbin impatiently asked.



"Still not sure yet." Sharon tried to act nonchalant about her little
teasing challenge as she pressed in some more. But Sharon's mouth suddenly
parted in shock as she felt her legs spread apart as Corbin opened up her
own legs. The brush dropped from her hand and she instantly leaned all the
way back clenching her teeth.

"Oh, it's going to be like that huh!" And her tried to suppress a smile and
poured everything into trying to close Corbin's legs, Corbin's gymnast's
muscles pushing and rubbing against Sharon's strong cheerleader legs as the
two girls sucked in gulps of air.

But Sharon was at a serious disadvantage from behind and she finally felt
her legs yield until she went limp, laying back on the bed letting out a big
sigh.



"Oh I'm sorry, you were saying about muscle or fat?" Corbin looked over her
shoulder with a mocking smile on her face.



"Hey, that's no fair, I was at a disadvantage!" Sharon propped herself up on
her elbows, her chest rising and falling from the strain.



"Well, what type of advantage should I give you, or more to the point, what
advantage do you need?" Corbin reached over and teasingly pinched Sharon's
thigh causing her muscles to twitch in her leg as her body shifted
uncomfortably on the bed. A mischievous smile came over her mouth and eyes,
a look that was new to Corbin and she wasn't sure what Sharon was up to
until she felt Sharon's legs slide up her waist and her inner smooth thighs
'sink in'.  Her warm inner thighs pressed and then squeezed, ever so slowly,
Corbin's head spun around and watched Sharon hook her right ankle around her
left and then her head darted back over her shoulder watching Sharon smile
with satisfaction.



Corbin eyes grew wide as she watched, her breathing rapidly increased as
those smooth tan legs began to scissor around her waist as Sharon grinned
from ear to ear, the girl was really enjoying this.

"Cheering ain't all show baby, these legs have a little more then high
flying kicks behind them." Sharon seductively challenged as she snugged her
grip, Corbin watched the lines of muscles become more defined as she
squeezed, yet Corbin's abs tried to resist the constricting efforts Sharon
was starting to apply.



"You wouldn't dar..Uggghhhh!" Corbin last words turned into a sputtering
gasp as Sharon strong legs finally sunk in and squeezed with greater effort,
then in a final push she poured everything she had into a crushing hold.
Corbin's body rocked back, her head falling across Sharon's right shoulder
as strands of blonde hair spread out over the bed and Sharon's face; her
writhing body lay stretched out over her brunette friend as her palms
slapped at coils of muscles that seemed to twist tighter with every
straining gasp from Sharon's lungs.



"Fuck Sharon!" Corbin groaned as she slapped and pushed against Sharon's
powerful thighs.



"Am I hurting you? would you like me to LET YOU GO? Ms. wimpy gymnast!"
Sharon clenched her teeth with powerful determination and satisfaction,
waiting for Corbin to give in. A few strands of blonde hair had fallen into
her mouth and her teeth sunk into a few locks and bit down, turning her head
to give her friend a little hair tug.


"Owww! That's my hair" Corbin's eyes grew wide at this new wild streak
coming out in Sharon.



Finally getting to the point of irritation, Corbin had, had enough.

"Fine you wanna play, I don't need some weak cheerleader to let me go!"
Corbin groaned as her hands franticly pushed against her friends knees
trying to pry apart the vice grip. Corbin's head tilted back a bit more as
they now lay cheek to cheek. The rasping voices and groans from both girls
was by far the most erotic thing either had ever experienced, and something
within each want the struggle to linger a bit longer as they lay tightly
wrapped into one another.

But Corbin finally twisted and brought her knee up and with more effort
Sharon let out a great groan and sigh as her legs slipped apart and Corbin
rolled free, sending a small pile of CD's tumbling onto the floor.  The
girls spun around onto their hands and knees facing one anther, breathing
heavy, their blonde and brunette locks dangling in front of their faces,
Corbin's hazel eyes narrowed in mocking pleasure at her escape. Their
well-endowed chests swung free giving up ample cleavage as neither was
wearing a bra at the moment.



"I'm a little quicker and stronger then you thought." Sharon flashed a smile
and narrowed her own deep blue eyes in response.



Corbin smiled back, this time flashing her row of perfect white teeth and
crouched low on the bed,

"Let's see what that Cheerleader body can do?"



Sharon eyes grew wide with excitement as she accepted the challenge.

"Your gymnasts body is about to find out."



Sharon faked a lunge; Corbin crouched lower as her stomach almost was
touching the bedspread, her butt high the air ready to pounce in response
when a faint buzz from downstairs caused her look to change to puzzlement.

"What's that?"



"Shit, my room's over the garage, that's the automatic door opening.  I
think my mom's home."



"You mom!?" Corbin repeated.



A wave of disappointment and embarrassment passed over their faces as they
slowly crawled off the bed and straightened themselves up as their private
moment quickly evaporated.



"Well, Uhmm." Corbin looked around adjusting her shorts that had ridden up
her ass, as Sharon performed the same. Both slowly two turned and stood
face-to-face, almost even in height as they made direct eye contact, both
spontaneously letting out simultaneous giggles as what just happened.



"Come on, I want you to meet my mom!" Sharon said proudly and took Corbin by
the hand.



As the girls headed down the stairs, Sharon leaned over into Corbin's ear
"By the way, your lucky my mom showed and saved your butt." Corbin lowered
her head and looking away smiling as the two squeezed one another's hands
tightly.



Sharon's mom was already in the kitchen, laying her highly polished
expensive briefcase on the large kitchen table that made up the breakfast
area.  Sorting thru several pieces of mail she looked up and saw her
daughter walk into kitchen, a girl in tow that she had never seen before.



"Mom, I want you to meet Corbin, she's my new best friend." Sharon smiled
and draped her arm over Corbin's shoulder, leaning into her slightly.
Corbin's head lowered and burned a slight red of embarrassment for a second
and looked back up.



"Hi Mrs. Hunter, nice to meet you." Sharon's mother was extremely beautiful,
like Sharon, well dressed in her expensive business suit.  Placing her hands
on her hips, Sharon's mom looked at the two and looked a little frustrated.

"Well, your dad's working late again, and Margaret has the night off, so it'
s going to be a night of 'Takeout', is Corbin staying for dinner?"



"Yep!" Sharon nodded in conjunction.



"Chinese or Pizza?"



Sharon turned to Corbin and asked "Chinese?" Corbin nodded eagerly, she
always liked good Chinese.



Corbin finally got around to calling her folks and asked if it would be ok
to sleep-over, something else Sharon seemed insistent upon.  Corbin had
never met anyone with Sharon's infectious charm and energy, she had so many
friends and was a blast to be around, and even the simplest things had some
degree of excitement.



With Sharon's radio playing softly in the background, Corbin had laid her
weary body down on the left side of the bed that overlooked the an area of
the floor where Sharon was sorting thru all of her Cheerleading pictures,

"And this one was a picture of where we competed in the State Finals, but we
only came in second. That really sucked." Holding up a picture of her and
her other team mates gathered around the large trophy as they all high fived
one another.



Corbin just smiled at the picture and shifted her legs comfortably on the
bed.



Sorting thru some other pictures Sharon segued into another more personal
question,

"So you dating anyone Ms. Track Queen?" Sharon kept her head down, but
Corbin could discern a faint smile from her mouth.  A personal question that
caught her a little off guard.



"Uhhmm, Well I kind have been hanging out Kevin, he runs on the guys track
team, he's really cool and not all into himself." Corbin just left it at
that.



"What about you? I see you stringing poor David along, hmmm?" Corbin smiled,
her eyes halfway closed as sleep began to tug at her mind and body.



"David is, well, you know, THE guy to date, so of course I had to snag him,
or more specify I had to let him chase me a bit before I showed any
interest."



Sharon looked back up and noticed that Corbin had begun to drift off to
sleep, her eyes closed and her chest was rising slowly. Quietly Sharon got
up and hit the STOP button on her CD Player before grabbing a blanket and
gently pulling it over Corbin's slumbering form. Slipping off her shorts,
Sharon reached under hear shirt to unhook and pull her bra free, gently
crawling over to the right side of the bed and under the covers, her left
hand reaching outward and shutting off the nearby light.



Sometime during the middle of the night Sharon's eyes flicked open, somewhat
groggy she leaned her head up and looked over at the Clock on the dresser,
'2:00am'. "Damn, I don't even remember falling asleep." Her head flops back
down on the pillow and looks across to her friend, who had shifted and
turned over so they were now face to face.  Corbin's perfectly full lips
parted slightly as she could faintly hear her breathing, her blonde hair
strewn all over the pillow and across her eyes.

'Drives me crazy!' Sharon's frustrated mind scorned at how Corbin allowed
her hair to go so unkept.



Worse still, Sharon was restless,

"Corbin?" Sharon whispered faintly, but nothing.



"You awake?" Her voiced raised a bit more, still it wasn't able to break
thru the silence of Corbin's dream state. Carefully, Sharon reached over and
gently pinched Corbin's nose blocking her air passage, then quickly
retreating her hand under the covers. Maybe reflex, Corbin's right hand shot
up and rubbed her twitching nose.



"Corbin, you awake?" Sharon's eyes raised, expecting a reply this time.



"I am now." Corbin mumbled unhappily, to which Sharon smiled with
satisfaction.



"What do you want?" Corbin kept her eyes closed as she tried to snuggle back
under the blankets.



"I can't sleep." Sharon fidgeted under the blankets with her arms and legs.



"And how is that my problem?" Corbin sidestepped the issue.



"Because I can't sleep." Sharon repeated, deciding to be a little obnoxious
herself, Corbin opened her right eyelid.



"You know what Sharon?"



"What?" Sharon face lit up with anticipation that Corbin was coming out of
her deep slumber.



"You're the lucky one that your mom got home in time to save your butt."
Just enough light was coming in from the full moon she could make out an
evil grin on Corbin's face.



"What!? You mean lucky for you!" Sharon smiled back and reached out with her
left leg placing her foot on Corbin's muscular thigh, giving it a good
shove.



"Nu-uh! Lucky for you!" Corbin reached out with her right foot and pushed on
Sharon's leg.



Suddenly Sharon sprang upward flinging the covers back, "You wanna go? Right
here?.Right NOW baby!?"



Corbin looked up her eyes wide, "Your parents Sharon!?"



"Their bedroom is way on the other side of the house, they'll never hear you
screaming for help."



Corbin just smiled and reached for the covers pulling them back up over her
body. Sharon flopped back down on the bed, a satisfied look on her face,
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Nestling her head into the big soft pillow
with a smug smile forming on her lips.



"I'm just too tired right now." Corbin said.



"Yeah, okay." Sharon mocked.



Sharon studied her friend's face for a few more minutes, watching her
eyelids grow heavy.  A moment before they appeared to shut she spoke up,



"You know what?"



"What?" Corbin opened her eyes a little bit, mostly out of weary concern, as
she was starting to learn that Sharon had a very sneaky, mischievous nature.



"If it wasn't for the worst day of my life those few weeks ago, I might not
have met the best person in my life." Corbin's eyes opened all the way, and
Sharon wasn't sure, but the faint light coming in from the window hinted a
glistening in her eyes.


"Thanks Sharon, that's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me."

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