My Story Part 58

By Corbin

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I am sick and tired of seeing those stupid yellow 'livestrong' bracelets 
everywhere I go.

No I won't wear one and yes I know what it stands for. Everywhere I go I see 
someone wearing some bracelet of some type to represent some form of unity and 
struggle against disease/poverty/cancer/take-your-pick.

The original intention of those bracelets has become diluted, I am starting to 
not even notice them anymore, its just one more trinket hanging on someone's 
body. I see some people wearing those livestrong bracelets as if they are 
mocking the intended purpose. Prime example, I pull up to a stop light the other 
day and this guy has his left hand hanging out the driver's side window, and 
right there on his wrist is that damn yellow bracelet. But guess what, he is a 
big fat ass, smoking a cigarette. Yeah buddy glad to see you're living strong 
and keeping up the good fight...right into your fast-food-lazy-cigarette-smoking 
grave.

Keep up the fight! (Rolling eyes)

What's double painful to see is that it's yellow, that's my favorite color. 
Bastards!

I don't even like Lance Armstrong, I was rooting for the other guys.

So stick that on your wrist!

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I can be silly and shy when it comes to expressing my urges at times. My way of 
communicating that I want to make-out would be to either stroke Sharon's (or 
boyfriend) arm or play with her hair, or putting my hand on her fine ass. Sharon 
on the other hand was much more aggressive when she got horny, climbing on top 
of me and kissing my face and neck.

Sharon would enjoy torturing me, asking things like "Are you horny for me?" 

"I want to hear you say it." She would demand and eventually I would. But it 
didn't end there, Sharon likes to make me twist a little; "Say, I'm horny for 
you Sharon." 

"It turns me on to hear you say it, it makes me oh so wet." Sharon would moan 
deep and long into my ear canal. These long tease sessions went on for several 
minutes, part of our extended foreplay. Sharon liked to talk dirty and it took 
awhile but I got used to it and even participated in it. Yet at this point we 
had held off doing certain things, things neither of us had done before (like 
going down on each other.) 

Hey! Timing is everything and as you will see our Beach excursion became 'that 
time and place' for allot of first things to happen.

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Only a few more days until 'Beach Week' and I had managed to avoid Jenna, but as 
fate would have it a familiar voice rang out from across the weight room; "Been 
slacking off?"

I glanced up and gave a faint smile but continued on with my workout. "Nope, 
just spent sometime with my girlfriend the past few nights, so I 
came in the mornings." I don't think Jenna picked up on the 'girlfriend' 
implications, probably assuming the term was in reference to a close friend, not 
suspecting that I had a girlfriend in the 'other' sense of the word. 

"But don't worry, in a few days I will be gone, out of town." I smiled happily.

"Oh yeah, where to?" Jenna seemed to actually show a little more interest 
this time around. I had to wonder if she was done trying to compete with me and 
was going to try and just engage me, person to person. Maybe even try to be 
friendly?

"The beach with some friends." I said as I continued my workout.

"Sounds like fun." Was Jenna's only reply, brushing off the information as if 
it affected her none at all. And so it was, that I began to pick up a slight 
attitude from her once again, it was as if her ego was beginning to swell all 
over again. It seemed to me, that it was her way of coping (coping with life? 
Her loss to me? Perhaps more.)

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This next part is sure to bore the crap out of you hardcore people because it 
deals with more relationship stuff. But tough! Anyway, you should be groveling 
and thanking me for taking this time out to warn you in advance.
 
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Sharon set aside a whole day and night for shopping, forcing me to come along. 
Now I love to shop, but Sharon spends money like the stuff grows on trees and I 
am much more...well...frugal. Sure Sharon would offer to buy me whatever I 
wanted, but I rarely took her up on it, I like paying my own way. Besides, I 
can't afford a $1000.00 handbag like Sharon can, hell I can't even enter a store 
that sells those kinds of bags because nothing they carry is in my price range 
anyway! (Yeah, your eyes do not deceive you, that is a 1 with three zeros. But 
if you have any shopping savvy, you already know that number is small in some 
stores.)

I shop stores like Target, Gap, Guess, and Banana Republic. You'll notice Target 
was listed first. :)

"This is going to be so awesome, I have so much stuff to buy!" Sharon gleefully 
went thru her list of items to get ready for the beach. I got my shopping done 
in about an hour, but Sharon's cash supply (Help from Mommy and Daddy) can go on 
forever. So, I just followed her in and out of the stores and tried to offer my 
input, but I'm a fashion disaster anyway, so most of the time my input was 
discarded. I had no idea that I was wearing my emotions so clearly on my face. 
Sharon suddenly set her shopping bags down on the ground and pulls me by the 
arm to a nearby bench, "What's wrong?" 

I just shrugged and avoided eye contact. Trying a more soft approach, Sharon 
took my hand and began to gently caresses it, "Corbin, sweetie. What's wrong?" 

"You!" I sighed, but it came out sounding a bit on the irritated side, because I 
was irritated.

"What?" Sharon eyes grew wide with justified confusion.

"Your so damn intimidating to be with, the way you can so easily put together 
nice things and I just feel like I don't fit in with you and your friends, I 
feel all..." I shrugged and kept looking down at the ground. God, how pathetic 
is this, I felt like some awkward teenager again.

"What?" Sharon leans in, her voice nothing but a faint whisper.

"I feel all stupid and frumpy, I know you guys make fun of me, and I feel like I 
can't even dress myself. I'm better off in some old shorts and tennis 
shoes. I'm not very good at this 'fashion' stuff." That paragraph sort of sums 
up one of my biggest dilemmas in life; While all my girlfriends shopped, read 
fashion magazines and exchanged/compared notes on makeup and everything else, I 
was at the gym, reading fitness magazines, surfing fitness sites, reading up on 
nutrition information and so on.

"No!" Sharon tried to sooth my concerns by rubbing my forearm affectionately, 
"Who makes fun of you? I swear to god if anyone ever makes fun of you I'll tear 
their arms out of their sockets!" Sharon growled. I remained looking down at the 
ground and simply smiled at Sharon's protectiveness. Now this is very odd huh? 
I'm the stronger, tougher one between us, but Sharon (The Princess) is the one 
who is always threatening to beat the crap out of someone if they cross me.

"Now!" Sharon gripped my hand and stands up, "You have nothing to fear!" She 
smiles with supreme confidence while pulling me to my feet. 

"Look at me." Sharon insists before we start walking again. 

"What?"

"I'll get you all sorted out, leave everything to me!" Sharon again takes me by 
the hand and marches us off down the mall. Now this is going to sound very odd, 
but I sort of idolized Sharon, she was the epitome of 'I AM WOMAN!'. She floated 
with this air of confidence and strength, yet projected an aura of feminine 
sensuality that caused men to fall to their knees. Unfortunately, as I've laid 
out before, if you're not a good friend of hers you were discarded and not even 
acknowledged, almost looked down upon. Which are characteristics that I disdain, 
so why am I telling you that I kind of idolize her...messes with my head...it 
really messes with my head. Blind leading the blind I guess, I choose to be 
blind and clueless with regards to Sharon, people tell me what a horrible 
snotty, vindictive brat she is. I defend her of course, saying 'You don't know 
Sharon.' Besides Sharon is always nice to me, very nice, but why? 
I don't know...opposites attract maybe? I guess...my only regret is it came 
between me and Nikki and.....

Okay, enough of that...I won't dwell on that right now....must re-focus... 

Back to where I was being dragged to:

Upon seeing our destination I began to pull back and resist as Sharon tugged on 
my arm. 

"No, no, no Sharon, I don't..." Like some little girl I half-heartedly pulled 
away upon seeing 'Victoria's Secret' Store ahead.

"OH YES! Now stop being a baby, this is where we are going to get your bathing 
suite, and maybe a few other things." That's what I was afraid of, getting a 
bathing suite from here meant that Sharon had particular plans about what she 
wanted me to wear. What about what I wanted to wear?

"I already have a bathing suite." I sighed and kept looking over my shoulder, 
noticing the entrance was getting further away as we moved toward the back of 
the store. 

"Hahaha..." Sharon laughed, which hurt my feelings, "...That thing? That one 
piece suite? No way, your going to show some of that body off this week, and 
defiantly show some more of that..." She leaned back to whisper at me, "...some 
of that awesome ass you have."

"I'm not wearing any thong!" I hissed and was getting pissed now.

"No silly, nothing so vulgar, but we are going for skimpy, that's for sure." 
Sharon smiled as her eyes began to evaluate the suits on display. I was having 
an anxiety attack, breaking out into a sweat, what the hell is wrong with me?

"Can't we go to like to the 'The Gap?' or something like that?" I pleaded, 
"Their stuff isn't so...revealing".

Sharon suddenly stops and turns, "Hell NO!" 

"There's nothing wrong with The Gap." I mumble to myself, "I like it." 

"I'm sure you do like it," Sharon smugly surmises but never finished her 
train of thought as her hands breeze thru several selections of bikinis.

"AHA!" Sharon exclaims with glee.

Cautiously I peered over her shoulder.

"Found it!" Sharon withdraws this tiny hot, pink bikini top and bottom from the 
rack.

"No freaking way!" I almost shout.

"Not for you silly, for me!" Sharon smiled with satisfaction as I let out a sigh 
of relief.

"This ONE is for you!" Sharon withdraws another little damn bikini, but dark 
blue.  

Now I know I'm making this face like I just tasted something really awful and 
reach into the rack to pull out a one piece. "I kind of like this one." looking 
over at Sharon, hoping for approval.

"Yeah..." Sharon snorts in disapproval, "...I bet you do like that frumpy 
thing...but NO, this is the one your wearing." Sharon grabs my hand and drags me 
into the dressing room. Seeing that it was a busy day at the mall all of the 
dressing rooms were occupied, but if you think that was going to stop Sharon 
you can forget it. Her brash mouth and attitude waited for no one. More 
embarrassment ahead my mind flashed in warning.

"Well, guess we'll have to go somewhere else." I said, breaking out into a big 
smile.

"Not so fast." Sharon said quietly while looking around, I could tell she was up 
to something.

"Sharon don't." I leaned in close and whispered.

Too late, as soon as this young girl stepped out from a stall to check her pants 
and shirt Sharon bolted right up to here and seethed, "Your finished, right!" 
The poor girl couldn't have been more then 16 or 17 years old and began to 
stammer and protest as Sharon began moving into the dressing room.

"Hey! What the hell?" The young girl complained.

"You've had enough time, got a problem with that?" Sharon turned around and got 
in her face. The poor girls face turned red and she stuttered, clutching her 
clothing to her chest in fear as this taller brunette was looking down 
at her with piercing blue eyes. I just lowered my head and covered my face with 
my hands, how humiliating, we are so in trouble now.

"Besides, you look like you belong down at the local Wal-Mart trying on there 
shit!" Sharon leaned in close and whispered. Looking ready to burst into tears 
the girl scooped up her remaining clothes and bolted out of the dressing area.

"I get so sick and tired of those little brats coming in here and trying on 
fifty fucking things and not buying a damn thing." Sharon mumbled and handed the 
tiny wade of blue fabric to me, pushing open the changing stall. "Okay, get on 
with it." Sharon closed the door and then placed her hands on her 
hips, waiting. Some nerve huh?

I just held up the bikini bottoms and studied them, "They're so small." 
The top wasn't much better, and I questioned if they would contain my amble 
cleavage. "Sharon, I really don't think I like this one." God I was being a 
total wimp, very unlike me. What Sharon did next, I think, was the tipping point 
in our relationship. What the hell am I talking about? Well Sharon had this 
instinctive ability to be soft with me and other times to be hard, but just how 
'hard' and aggressive she could really become never presented itself, until now. 
Sharon snatched the bikini from my hands with such ferocity that I literally 
jumped, my eyes blinked...I was stunned as she stepped forward and I leaned back 
against the wall.  

"Look! I'm getting sick and tired of this shy crap from you! Now you're going to 
put this on, now! Do you understand me?" She hissed, struggling to keep her 
voice down and shoved the outfit back into my still outstretched hands. I was in 
shock, I can't recall Sharon ever speaking to me that way, hell, I wouldn't let 
anyone speak to me this way but here I was, submitting (there's that word again) 
to Sharon's aggressive tone and attitude. I was at least a good two inches 
taller then Sharon, but at that moment I felt about a foot tall and she seemed 
like this towering authoritative giant.

"I want some privacy." I really didn't feel pathetic at all, though you may 
think I was acting it. No, actually it was a turn-on, yeah it's true, and it was 
arousing, her bossing me around like that, taking charge. Pretty freaky huh?

A smile returned to Sharon's face because of my request, "Oh come on, I've see 
you in the nude." But she relented and left. 

So I proceeded to get this over with and unsnapped my baggy cargo shorts, 
sliding them down my thighs. "And I want to see it on you, without you pulling 
it over your underwear." I heard Sharon whisper from the other side of the door. 
I pulled down on the elastic bands of my white panties and then stripped off my 
tee shirt and bra. Pulling the blue bikini bottoms up, I tied the string on the 
side and then pulled the top on. It was just as I feared, the suite showed allot 
of skin as I reached behind my neck and laced a bow. Finally adjusting the 
bottoms and top I stepped in front of the mirror and froze, "Damn" I must have 
mumbled to myself out loud. I had to admit I looked pretty damn hot, what with 
my toned ripped muscles, the dark blue color seemed to compliment my body 
perfectly.  Turning to the side I got very concerned, the bottoms barely 
concealed my butt cheeks, too much movement and they tended to ride up into the 
crack of my ass. 
 
"Open up, I want to see!" Sharon was now demanding, and I watched the doorknob 
jiggle. God, what an impatient brat.

"Sharon!" I protested. 

"Don't Sharon me, I want to see now!"

I hesitated but unlocked the door. Sharon slipped in and shut the door, I 
studied her expression, analyzing everything that might tell me what she was 
thinking. But I need not have bothered, Sharon wasn't holding anything 
back; Her eyes went wide, "Holly fucking shit!" She blurted out, "Fuck your 
gorgeous, I mean smoking hot." She slowly stepped towards me. "Maybe I don't 
want you in something like this after all, at least not if were going to be on 
the same beach." And I saw a sparkle of jealousy cross her eyes.

"Shhhhh, somebody will hear you!" Was all I could think, not to mention my face 
was already deep red. I took another step back as Sharon kept advancing towards 
me.

"Where are you going?" Her eyes narrowed as she went to block me into the 
corner. Her hands came up and gripped my shoulders pushing me back against the 
wall, and I mean she pushed rough.

"What?" I nervously smiled, although I was getting little uneasy now.

"Shut-up." She said in a commanding voice.  And then in a quick, gasping sound 
she was whispering into my lips, "Right here, now!"

"Oh my god... what are you?" I thought she was joking. But the tell tale signs 
indicated NEITHER of us were joking: Our breathing uneasy, mouths half-
open, lips dry, and cheeks flushed warm. Sharon licked her lips as her hands 
came up and rubbed my biceps. Boldly Sharon then brought her hands in and 
lightly touched my breasts, her deft fingers grazing my now hard, nipples that 
lay barely hidden under the bikini top. Now I was reaching up pulling Sharon 
into the corner with me, tightening my embrace around my friend's quivering, hot 
body. My teeth quickly found her bottom lip and bit down as I felt a 
knee part my thighs. I had never imagined that one day I would be this horny, 
that I wanted to make love to Sharon so bad right now, I felt like every passing 
day was a confirmation that Sharon was really in love with me and would never 
leave me. I brought my hands up and now both of us had a breast in each hand, 
softly we kneaded, cupped and felt each other until finally our mouths moved in 
close. The intensity of our kiss built upon our initial tongues tangling 
outside our mouths for several minutes. We pressed harder, nose to nose, then 
angled our heads to finally seal our lips together for a wide-open mouth kiss. 
(If people outside in the store only knew what was going on in this stall.) Our 
faces moved in slow circular motions as our lips remained zip-locked together. 
It was Sharon that finally pulled her wet lips and chin away, both of us 
breathing allot heavier.

Sharon let her right hand slide off my breast and moved down to my bare tummy, 
feeling the curvature of my rippling abs, until three fingers slid down and 
cupped my sex. It caused me to gasp and my chest swell as I arched against the 
corner of that small room.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking wet." Sharon whispered, "I can feel your wetness 
right thru the crotch of your bikini." My response was simply a deep moan and 
I bit my lips to keep quiet as Sharon gently pressed and massaged her fingers 
against my aching pussy.

"AH!" Sharon grunted and stood on her toes as I had slid my left hand up 
her short dress and began to finger the outline of my lover's own moist pussy 
thru her panties.

"Looks like I'm not the only one dripping wet." I moaned while Sharon eagerly 
thrust her crotch into my open palm.

"Ohh fuck, let's do each other right here, I want you to fuck my pussy with your 
tongue, right here and now." Sharon leaned in and bit the bottom of my 
ear as we slowly massaged each other's crotch thru our now soaked linings. First 
I shivered out a small orgasm and then she did as we managed to get each other 
off just a little bit, we were both that hot for each other. I would even say, 
things might have gone a bit further but the reality of where we were and the 
voices out in the store made it the whole thing uneasy.

"Not here." I finally panted. (Again, not the right time or place I would say.)
 
"I love you so much." Sharon moaned into my ear and I was momentarily taken 
aback, it had a tone beyond the lust. We had recently professed our deep 
feelings and love for one another but this time it just sounded different...more 
intense. Maybe it was just the lust of the moment.

"I love you too." I replied.

"Let's get going, we've got more shopping to do." Sharon reluctantly pulled 
away, too which I just rolled my eyes. As I left the dressing room I saw a sales 
Woman approach Sharon, my heart skipped thinking her ugliness earlier to the 
girl was going to get us kicked out of here.

"Did you find everything you were looking for?" she simply smiled and asked.

Before answering, Sharon does this slow turn looking over at me and smiles 
before answering, "Oh yes, and so much more."

"Looks like I'm buying this one." I sheepishly held up the blue bikini but 
clutched the suite closely, only letting her scan the tag, "Don't you want it in 
a bag?" the girl asked. She seemed intent on folding and wrapping it for me.  
"No, I'll carry it out, just give me the receipt, thanks." I could feel a slight 
dampness in the crotch of the bikini as I held onto that suite. I knew my face 
was beat red as I walked out, much to Sharon's amusement.
 
"Afraid she might feel and smell how much you liked that bikini?" Sharon nudged 
me on the arm.

"Shut up." I complained and stuffed my purchase into one of Sharon's shopping 
bags. One things for sure, shopping with Sharon is never boring.


  
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