My Story Part 74
 
Corbin
 
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Many of the guys try to help me out at the gym, mostly they see it as an 
opportunity to 'hit on' me.
 
As I would squat or do a bench press, occasionally some guy would be so bold as 
to come over and try and offer encouragement, even yelling at me. The line had 
to be drawn when one guy got in my face, raising his voice, saying "One more 
rep! Come-on push!"
 
"Please don't do that." I would just ask.
 
"Sorry, I was just trying to help." A big smile on his face.
 
Maybe I am a two faced hypocrite, from all outward appearances I seem to try and 
make pleasant conversation when it's required, but internally I loathe it.
 
Anyway, I occasionally make idle chat at the front desk, I'm such a regular 
fixture at the gym that I know everyone who works there on a first name basis. 
The point in bringing this up, and yes I do have a point (although not as sharp 
as the one on the top of most of your heads reading this).
 
So I'm leaning over the counter, elbows tucked together trying to speak with 
this girl on the other side because she wants to lower her voice and tell me 
something privately. But then my 'radar' goes off and the corner of my right eye 
picks up this young male employee of the gym (It's summer and there are allot of  
part time College guys and girls working here. He's just one of the many 
attractive black men that have their sites set on me, who either works or works- 
out at my gym (I think it's a thing they have for white blonde girls). I mention 
that, because of the friction it creates between me and a number of the black 
women that come here.) Anyway, he's trying to be discrete as he stands near the 
front desk flipping thru some magazine, but his eyes dart over to my backside. I 
suppose because of the fact that I was leaning forward, and standing on my toes, 
it was too resisting not to blatantly stare. But stare at what? I mean my shorts 
are always long and baggy. And so, there I stood, continuing to lean forward and 
do a halfway decent job of remaining engaged in the conversation while he and 
every guy that passed made a glancing look in the direction of my butt.
 
When I turned to leave, I paused and looked straight at him, his eyes darted up 
to mine and I gave him a 'Caught ya!' smirk. Black men know how to play-off 
getting caught, he didn't get all flustered and do the awkward avoidance stare, 
he just smirked right back and said "Have a good day."
 
**********
 
So let's fast-forward some. Why? Because I can that's why, so shut up and read. 
A pivotal moment for Sharon and I came during Christmas 2002.
 
Sharon was flipping thru her 'Vogue' magazine when I came strolling into her 
room adorned in my standard attire; gray sweats from neck to ankles. Sharon 
would just shake her head and smile, looking back down at her magazine.
 
"It's getting colder at night lately, have you noticed?" I mumble, while 
wrapping my arms about my front, giving a momentary embrace before flopping back 
onto Sharon's bed.
 
"Derrick called me again, asking for a date." Sharon said nonchalantly, flipping 
thru the pages of her magazine.
 
"Again? He is persistent" I sighed softly.
 
"Rumor has it..." Sharon froze as she spoke and peered up from her magazine with 
a wary smile, "...that he had plans to ask you out first, but chickened out, so 
he called me." Her eyes narrowed, analyzing my reaction, I in fact raised an 
eyebrow and perked up a little.

"Really, hmmmmm" I tried to show some restraint.
 
Sharon slammed her magazine down on the bed, "AHH HA! What was that?!" She 
excitedly jabbed her left forefinger in my direction while sitting up.
 
"What was what?" I looked over at her in bewilderment.
 
"I saw how you got all excited when I told you he wanted to ask you out first!" 
Sharon seemed exceedingly pleased with herself, almost as if she had caught a 
thief red handed.
 
I rolled over and buried my head into the crook of my arm. "Oh god Sharon, 
please tell me your kidding."
 
Sharon leaned back onto her bed and smiled, "Yeah, I am. Anyway, I don't get it. 
We go to all the trouble of telling everyone that 'we' are an item and now were 
getting asked out for date's worse then ever. Like, what's up with that shit?"
 
"Curiosity maybe? An excuse to call and find out if it's the truth, I dunno." I 
shrugged.
 
"Yeah!" Sharon looked up and laughed. "Maybe they think they'll get lucky and 
we'll want to do a hot threesome. You don't know if you don't ask!"
 
"SHARON!" I looked over, I could feel my face going red with embarrassment and
irritation.
 
"Oh don't act all shocked and innocent with me," Sharon smiled, "After hearing
some of the stuff that comes out of your mouth when we're..."
 
"But that's just between you and me!" I quickly interjected and was partially
sitting up at this point, "That's private! Behind closed door stuff!"
 
"I thought you would have lightened up by now, the way guys chase you down. I'm
sure you would have developed a thicker skin by now." Sharon sighed.
 
I covered my face with both hands it was getting too much "Stop!" I grumbled.
 
"We've got my Dad's big Christmas party coming up soon." Sharon thankfully
changed the subject.
 
"Yeah I know, I'm looking forward to it." I smiled.
 
Sharon's face lit up with enthusiasm, "Really! Oh I'm so glad, I thought we
could go shopping and get some really nice formal wear. I mean, you know, I
thought maybe that we should start doing everything together you know"
 
'Everything together?' I inwardly sighed, the thought did not thrill me in the
slightest, I enjoyed my privacy and wondered just how possessive Sharon would
become over time.
 
"How's your mom doing?" I decided to change the subject.
 
Sharon looked down for second, "Well, I talked to her the other day and she's
adjusting. I think it kind of hit her real quick like, that you and I were not
just fooling around but you know..." Sharon took a deep breath, "...but really
serious about one another."
 
The thing about Sharon's parents is this, they have spent the last several years
upgrading their homes, never moving far but continuing to build in more and more
exclusive areas of town. Sharon's father had decided that in order to circulate
in certain social settings, it would demand the appropriate Lifestyle.
 
I guess it's easy to criticize money when you are surrounded by it, I mean I
don't personally have allot of money, but you get my drift. I am exposed to
people that are obsessed about what they have, what they want or what they plan
on getting. Then they spend endless hours talking about it all.
 
I get the most annoyed with Sharon when we are around her family and her
family's friends, she then becomes a bit more bratty and superficial then I can
tolerate. I've spent a great deal of time lecturing Sharon on how she needs to
tone it down, and to some degree she has, but not nearly enough I think.
 
**********
 
"You know, this is bullshit." Sharon complained as we drove up her parent's half
mile driveway to the estate, and that is no exaggeration, I've actually watched
my odometer click .5 from the entrance to where the drive way curves around the
front of the house.
 
"What's bullshit?" I sigh.
 
"THIS!" She waved her hand, "I mean look at this spread! If they can afford all
this, then I certainly deserve to be driving a much better car then this heap!"
 
My head rotated to the left with wide eyed disbelief, then scanned the interior
of the car. "Sharon, please tell me you're joking." I eyed her cautiously, 
"What's
wrong with this car?"
 
"I want a BMW! The one we looked at the other day!" Sharon said with
determination.
 
"That's a $60,000 vehicle Sharon!" I gasped.
 
"They can afford it" Sharon quipped.
 
"And what's wrong with this car? You never did answer my question." I twisted my
body around looking at Sharon, waiting to hear this answer.
 
"I'm sick of driving Honda's."
 
"This is an Acura."
 
"Whatever!" Sharon snapped, "I want something more snazzy!" She smiled and
adjusted her rear view mirror, looking up annoyingly into the mirror, "And who
is on my ass! Damn it!" Sharon snapped.
 
I spun around and couldn't make out the car that was tailing us up the drive way
and looked back at Sharon, "Sharon, this is a fully loaded Acura and your
parents gave it to you, no strings attached. God, you're such a brat." I huffed.
 
"Yes I am, and I want my BMW!" She pounded her fist on the steering wheel.
 
I couldn't believe my ears, well actually I could. But still, this was a
beautiful car, with leather parchment interior, spoiler and every freaking
option in the book. I sat shaking my head while Sharon sat over mumbling
profanity to herself about the driver behind us.
 
"Mother fucker, I bet that's my little brother, that pain in the ass." Sharon
shook her head and smiled. "I'll fix his ass, that freak of nature." She grinned
evilly.
 
"Oh Sharon, don't be so harsh." I sighed, the other annoying thing Sharon would
do is become increasingly spastic and very animated when she came home.
 
"Oh, you're just defending him because he has a major crush on you." She reached
over with her right hand and gently stroked her fingernail under my chin. I
brushed the hand away and blushed, "Please, he's just a kid." I knew Sharon was
right, her brother always became an ogling awkward boy around me, always trying
to impress me while annoying the crap out of Sharon.
 
"A kid? He's four years younger then me." Sharon and I were both 22, but still,
at 18 I thought of Billy as being a kid. The driveway curved off the left and
performed a wide circle in front of the house. It was an impressive structure,
all lit up with Christmas decorations a number of people had already arrived
although the party wasn't to be until tomorrow night.
 
Sharon glanced up into the rear view mirror when the car approached the massive
lanterns lining the front of the house. "AHA!" She called out and hit the
brakes once she pulled up in front of the massive stone steps leading up to the
front door. We climbed out and Sharon stopped and waited with the driver side
door still wide open. I straightened out my dress and closed the door, I smiled
watching Sharon eyeing the vehicle that had just pulled up behind us, it was a
bright red 2002 Mustang. He was kind of thin and lanky, could have used a few
pounds, his hair was dark brown and a little mussed.
 
"You're such a looser." Sharon snapped but had a smile on her face.
 
"You drive like grandma, what's wrong? Can't get that rice burner out of
first gear." He laughed with a cocky air, but suddenly became a bit apprehensive
when he looked at me. He had trouble maintaining eye contact and meekly spoke;
"Hey Corbin, how are you? Like my car?" He looked over his shoulder, and seemed
so proud of it.
 
"Very nice Billy, maybe you can take me for a ride later." I smiled, to
which Sharon smiled heartedly at the flirty comment. Sharon popped
the trunk and Billy came strutting over, "Hey you want me to carry your bags in,
they look heavy." He asked.
 
"Yeah, carry this wimp!" Sharon shoved her cosmetic case into his outstretched
arms and his expression immediately dropped, "I was asking Corbin." He
complained.
 
"Here Billy." I handed one of my small suitcases over to him. "You can
carry this if you like, thanks." He eagerly reached out and took a hold of
my small case while juggling Sharon's with his other hand.
 
"No problem." He smiled sheepishly.
 
"No problem." Sharon mocked with a squeaky voice.
 
"Shut up!" Billy glared and then tried to put Sharon on the spot with his next
question, "Where's Paul? Huh?"
 
Sharon smiled smugly, "You'll find out soon enough, Come on Corbin."
 
Billy followed close behind and couldn't take his eyes off me. Before reaching
the top steps the huge double doors opened and out stepped the butler/handy-man
or whatever.
 
"Hello Roman." Sharon smiled to the older gentleman, who had graying speckles
throughout his hair. Roman was hired about nine years ago to tend to several
areas of the house that demanded year round maintenance along with several other
full time staff members (Told you Sharon's family had crazy money).
 
"Any more bags Ms.?" Roman asked.
 
"Just a few more, thanks Roman." Sharon replied.
 
(And yes, Roman is his real name)
 
"Where do you want this Corbin?" Billy piped up.
 
"Put that in the guest room across from my room...Dork!" Sharon casually pointed
up the wide staircase that ran semi circle from the vast foyer we were
standing in. Christmas decorations were strung along the handrail of the stair
case and lights adorned the various windows and along the dome from which hung a
massive chandelier.
 
"Mom?...Dad?" Sharon called out.
 
Billy trudged up the stairs, mumbling his dissatisfaction with his sister's
demeaning, demanding tone towards him.
 
"Sharon?" Came the woman's voice from around the corner and a second later
I saw Sharon's mother appear from the dining room, a class of white wine in
her right hand.
 
"Mom!" Sharon quickly trotted over and performed a quick little cheek to cheek
greeting so as not to muss their makeup. Sharon's mother looked exactly the way
Sharon will look when she is forty-eight. An older version of Sharon, she had
the same radiant beauty that resisted the effects of age.
 
I stiffened and became quite shy, I was aware that Sharon's mother did
not approve of our newly declared relationship, while her father was much more
forgiving.
 
"Hello Corbin." Sharon's mother said.
 
I was about to stick my hand out for a formal greeting, 'If I get that.'
I supposed. She allowed a faint smile to crest over her lips and
hesitated for a second, but then leaned in and brought her left arm around to
embrace me. "Merry Christmas Corbin, I'm glad to see you." Literally my eyes
went wide with shock and my heart skipped a beat with the warmth of the embrace.
 
She pulled away from me and Sharon's left hand gently touched her mom's
right forearm. "Thanks mom." Sharon said, her voice with a faint sign of 
emotion.
I sighed with relief and smiled back when Sharon turned her gaze over to me.
 
"There you two are." His deep voice came out from the top of the stairs as he
descended.
 
"Daddy!" Sharon called out and ran up the stairs, eagerly embracing her father.
Not a big man, about 5' 9" with a receding hair line and the beginnings of a
small belly.
 
"Corbin, how are you?" He smiled and warmly embraced me with his left hand
while Sharon continued to cling to him like a little girl with her head on his
shoulder.
 
"Damn! How tall are you girls?"

"Jack, watch your language." His wife quipped and sipped on her wine.
 
"You two are giving me a short man's complex." He laughed, obviously ignoring
his wife's reprimand.
 
Sharon quickly pulled on her father and started in, "Dad, I must talk to you,
that car is just atrocious, I really would be much better off with something
safer, say a BMW." She grinned and cozzeyed up to him, to which he rolled his
eyes.
 
"You want safe? Then perhaps a Volvo would be more appropriate." He smiled and
hugged her close.
 
"A Volvo dad!? That's just awful, don't even joke about something like that. I'm
serious!" She complained.
 
"Look..." He stopped walking and sighed, "...lets talk about this later, okay.
Go upstairs and get changed into something comfortable okay."
 
"Okay." She pouted and kissed him on the cheek. Cheerfully she strutted back
into the foyer grinning from ear to ear as her mom passed her on her way to
catch up with her father, "You little schemer." Her mom teased.
 
I shook my head at Sharon's boldness and laughed when Sharon pumped her
right fist a couple times as a sign of victory. "Come on, lets go!" Sharon
called out and bolted up the stairs ahead of me.
 
"Out of the way dork!" Sharon called out and just about knocked her brother over
as he was coming down the stairs while she sprinted two steps at a time.
 
"Kiss my....." The rest was unintelligible as he mumbled his response.
 
"What did you say?" She paused almost mid stride.
 
"Kiss my ass!" he snapped and tore off down the stairs as Sharon raised her fist
and faked a lunge in his direction.
 
"That's its Billy! Don't take any crap off her!" I laughed as he ran down
the stairs, Sharon just smiled and turned around. I paused in front of the
guest room, it was standard procedure that I would stay in the guest room as I
always did.
 
But now...I turned around to see Sharon who stood in the doorway to her room,
"Well, this takes on a while new meaning."
 
"Come here." Sharon said and met me half way, wrapping her arms about my neck to
embrace. From down the hall a door shut and we instantly broke apart, it was
Nancy, one of the full time Maids just finishing getting the guest rooms
in order for any guests that would be staying over after the Christmas Party.
 
"Hello Nancy." Sharon grinned and gave her a friendly hug.
 
"Nice to see you Sharon, how long will you be staying home?" Nancy smiled.
Sharon had insisted that she call her by her first name while not around her
parents.
 
"Three or four days." Sharon shrugged.
 
Nancy turned, her posture was stiff and formal, "Corbin how are you?"
 
"Very well, thank you." I smiled.
 
"Your rooms are all prepared if there is anything else that you need, please do
not hesitate to call on me."
 
"Thank you Nancy, but I'm sure that everything is perfect, as usual." Sharon
beamed her smile.
 
We watched the woman walk away and when out of hearing range Sharon reached
over and gave my chin a nudge with her fingers, gently. "Up." Sharon said, "I
wish I could break you of that habit."
 
"Sorry," I raised my head and smiled. It was an old habit I developed
when meeting people for the first time or when meeting those I was not
familiar with, I would tilt my head down or to the side, a physical display
of shyness I guess.
 
After dinner I found myself helping tidy a few things up in the kitchen.
 
While there were maids to do the work, it was nice to contribute. Sharon's mom
looked around and saw we were alone and set her wine glass down...
"Corbin my dear." I could tell she was trying to sound non-threatening.
 
"Yes?" I smiled and turned to face her, Sharon's mom smiled.
 
"I'm glad you and Sharon get along so well." She maintained the smile and looked
up into my eyes, (great here it comes), "I'll be honest with you, it was hard
for me at first."
 
"I know." I looked away feeling a very sobering conversation coming on.
 
"We, Sharon's father and I, were fully expecting that an engagement between
Sharon and Paul would be announced right about this time." (I am really feeling
like shit right now.)
 
"I'm sorry." I sighed painfully, still looking away, and I actually thought I
might cry about this time.
 
"But you know what..." Sharon's mother added and reached over with her left hand
to gently stroke some hair out of my face, "...I'm proud of my
daughter...and..."
 
I gave a hopeful glance up as she continued to stroke my cheek one last time 
before pulling away. "...you're a good friend Corbin, and you seem to make 
each other happy and that makes me happy." Slowly she leaned forward and her 
arms reached out. I must admit that I initially froze, I didn't know what to 
do as I was embraced, it was just a little overwhelming.
 
"Thank you." I said.
 
Well, wasn't that a touching scene. It really happened by the way.
 
*********
 
Later in the evening, everyone had gathered in the den, a large fire was blazing
in the stone fireplace, filling the cozy dark paneled room with warmth. Sharon
and I sat opposite her parents.
 
Billy walked into the Den and saw Sharon and I sitting next to each other
on the couch, but seemed to think nothing of it. His attention was totally on
me, or at least he attempted to discreetly gaze in my direction when he could.
 
"Billy, your mother wants to tell you something." his father spoke up. Billy's
mother looked over at her husband with some irritation, "I just knew I would be
the one to do all the talking".
 
"Just spit it out, what?" Billy shrugged his shoulders.
 
"Billy, there is something you need to know."
 
Now all of his attention was off me and on his mother, who had started to rock
her left leg nervously.
 
"Your sister...and Corbin are...are," She suddenly seemed at a loss of words
and looked at Sharon for support who leaned forward and snapped...
 
"In a relationship? Dating? Together? Are those the words your looking for mom?"
Sharon glanced up, then to Billy and then back at her mom.
 
"Yes dear, that's it." And smiled looking back at Billy to check his reaction,
but there wasn't one, he stood with his hands at his side looking a little dumb
founded.
 
"What?" He asked, expression still blank.
 
"You heard correctly, clean the wax out of your ears dork." Sharon snapped.
 
"Sharon! Don't talk like that to your brother!" Her mom chided her as her father
rolled his eyes in frustration.
 
"You're a lesbian!?" He looked at her and angrily stuffed his hands into his
faded, baggy jeans.
 
"Very good genius." Sharon rolled her left foot at her ankle with irritation as
it lay crossed over her right leg.
 
"What the hell!" He then looked at me as I nervously played with a ring on
my right hand.
 
"Is that true?" He continued to look at me as I refused to look at anyone for
the time being.
 
"No, were pulling your leg, god..." Sharon scowled at him and rolled her eyes.
 
"SEE MOM!! See how she is, she is always bad mouthing and insulting me, I can't
ever have a serious conversation with her!" Billy pointed at Sharon. 
"Okay you two! That is enough." Their father leaned forward, resting his elbows
on his knees. Sometimes I had to wonder how he could run a worldwide
organization so efficiently and yet still have no control over his two children.
 
"But dad! She's being a bi..." Billy huffed.
 
"Don't even say it!" Sharon suddenly stood up.
 
"Or what!" Billy yelled back.
 
"I'll knock your block off!" Sharon clenched her fists.
 
"I'd just like to see you..."
 
"Sharon sit down!" I snapped and pulled on her wrist as there father stood up to
try and calm the situation.
 
"Billy I hear what you're saying but we are here to talk about something
important with your sister and Corbin."
 
"Thanks dad." Sharon sighed and finally sat down, taking my hand and clasping it
into her lap.
 
"I don't believe it. How long have I been kept in the dark, I mean I feel like
an idiot." He huffed.
 
"You ARE an idiot." Sharon grumbled.
 
"That's it!" Billy's hand flew up in the air, flipping the middle finger at
Sharon as he stormed out of the room.
 
"Sharon!" Her father yelled, "That time it was totally your fault!"
 
"Sorry dad." She said and frowned while looking down.
 
"Now go fetch your brother." He pointed to the foyer.
 
"What?" She looked up.
 
"I'll go talk with him." Sharon's mother piped up.
 
"No, Sharon will go, it's her fault he left."
 
"I'll go." I stood up, wanting to make myself useful, hoping to make the peace.
 
**********
 
I found Billy sitting on the back deck, it was a huge deck, and I had to walk
thru the large screened in section before finding my way to the steps. I spotted
the swirl of smoke rising into the air first, above his head.
 
"I didn't know you smoked!" I said with concern. He jumped and seemed shocked to
see me standing over him.
 
"Normally I don't." and he quickly extinguished the cigarette on the deck.
 
"Can I sit?" I asked softly.
 
"Yes, absolutely."
 
"Did they send you out here?" He quipped.
 
"Actually, Sharon was going to come out here, but I volunteered." I smiled.
 
"Sharon? Yeah right only if she was forced to."
 
"Really Billy, I wouldn't lie to you." I said seriously.
 
"Sorry for doubting you." He paused and I watched as he looked up into the sky
for a second, "I give Sharon allot of slack you know, but she is really pushing
it lately."
 
"Well, let me tell you something, she...we...have been under allot of stress.
This isn't easy on anyone, especially us."
 
"Well I'm not going to sit around and take any more of her abuse, I know we
banter back and forth sometimes, but I'm sick of her shit." her shook his head,
his gaze staring beyond the dimly lit gardens that sprawled behind the house.
Gas lanterns lined the stone paths that lead off into the darkness.
 
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was getting so bad." Both Billy and I jerked
and looked over our shoulders when we heard that comment from behind.
 
He coldly turned away with a smirk at Sharon's sudden appearance and comment,
"Yeah, I'm sure you are."
 
"I'm sure she means it." I said and patted him on the back.
 
"You know how many times she's apologized and never follows thru!" He glanced
over, his anger appearing to subside as I rubbed his back.
 
"Look, what do you want from me? I said I was sorry!" Sharon spat, but took a
step back when I shot her an irritated look. Sharon closed her eyes and
took a deep breath. Stepping forward, Sharon sat down on the step to
Billy's right.
 
"Well?" Sharon asked.
 
"Well what?" Billy glanced over.
 
"I'm sorry, I'll lay off the nasty comments." Sharon sighed and wrapped her left
arm around his neck pulling him in to kiss him on the forehead. "I just have my
own special way of showing my love." She smiled.
 
"Special is right." He shook his head. "Okay, now wait...stop..." He looked back
and forth at me and Sharon, "...everything in the house, what Mom said...what
you said!" pointing to Sharon. But all it took was a calm nod of 'yes' to answer
his questions and a smile on our faces.
 
"I mean, how? when? why? I don't get it! Both you have boyfriends!" He began to
Babble now.
 
"Well..." Both Sharon and I started to talk, but Sharon closed her mouth
and smiled, letting me go first.
 
"Sharon and I 'used' to have boyfriends..." I smiled a little
more, "...but...hmm...It's complicated yet it's not that complicated. Sharon and
I have been best friends for a while and it just turned into something more.
Trust me it was not an easy process, but I think we've been more fortunate and
sheltered then most having gone thru this." I watched Sharon nod
approvingly.
 
"Well, what if it's just a phase? A passing interest?" He shrugged.
 
"Absolutely not!" Sharon said in a stern voice and an expression to match.
 
"Very unlikely." I said.
 
"But how do you know!" Billy asked again, "I remember you both talking about 
getting married to your respective boyfriends, recently! That seemed pretty set 
in stone!"
 
"Well, there's no way that I can pull some proof out of my pocket, but
emotionally neither of us has felt as happy, focused and complete as we do when
around one another. The thought of being apart...is..." I took my eyes off
Billy and looked across to Sharon who reached over Billy's lap and grabbed
my left hand. But apparently that was too much for Billy...
 
"Okay...Okay! I get the point!" He said and stood up abruptly forcing us to
break our handholding. We laughed a little and stood up with him.
 
"Good, now let's go inside, it's chilly out here." Sharon said, but her brother
abruptly stopped and turned around to face us with a coy smile on his face.
 
"Prove it." He said.
 
"Prove what?" Sharon asked.
 
"Kiss her..." Billy pointed at me while looking at his sister, "...Kiss Corbin,
kiss each other. Just so I know for sure."
 
"Billy! Now you're being juvenile." I stammered, a little put off by his 
request,
but then remembered he is a hormonally charged 18-year-old guy.
 
"Fine." And Sharon leaned over and kissed me on my left cheek. "There."
 
"That was weak!" Billy protested.
 
"Well that's all you get to see you fruit loop, so go get-off with your internet
porn or whatever 'cause your not getting a show from us." Sharon waved him on
towards the house.
 
"This sucks!" He complained as we walked into the house.
 
**********
 
The one thing I must comment on, is the fact that Sharon's father had dedicated
an entire area of the basement to a workout facility with every form of weights
and machine you can imagine. There was even a small area for boxing and as I've
mentioned in the past Sharon's father boxed quite a bit when he was in the 
military and Sharon seemed an eager pupil. Billy her brother had no interest in 
it.
 
Every time we made a visit to see her parents, Sharon would drag me down to the
Basement and try to get me to put the gloves on. I had successfully resisted her
prodding and pushing because I knew how competitive Sharon was and I had this
underlying feeling she was just trying to show off. Besides, boxing was never my
thing, I had more of a preference for Kickboxing or grappling where I could 
employ more body parts when sparring. Whenever I stood in front of an opponent 
or a heavy bag, I had the desire to punch, elbow, and kick. In boxing, the last 
two are not allowed which felt awkward to me.
 
So here we go again, Sharon pulling me along to a row of lockers, she opened
the door as she pulled out two pairs of slightly worn black boxing gloves.
Sharon smiled coyly as she slowly handed a pair to me, they had tight 
elasticwrists so one person could get them on with a little work.
 
"No" I pushed the gloves back in Sharon's direction.
 
"Come on! Put them on, let's play around some." Sharon smiled and shoved the
gloves back at me.
 
"No Sharon, I really don't..."
 
"Chicken, afraid I'm going to kick your ass." Sharon baited me, something she
always did. I noted they had that smell of old leather.
 
Sharon backed out into the middle of some mats that were already spread out. Her
hands came up defensively to cover her chest and face. "Let's go blondie." and
she started to bounce around on her toes. It was quite impressive the way Sharon
moved and shifted her stance with a great deal of grace.
 
My biggest fear was that Sharon not only wanted to show off but also really 
wanted to show she could do something better then me. Sharon always compared 
herself to me physically and I was much stronger then she was and could run 
faster, basically anything physical I dominated Sharon, which left her one area 
of self-proclaimed expertise...boxing.
 
"Sharon, really look..." I shrugged and looked down at the gloves cradled in my 
hands.
 
*POP* Was the sound of leather on skin as Sharon bounced in and jabbed a left to
my forehead, with enough force to catch me totally by surprise and FEEL a little 
sting.
 
"OW!" I stepped back and shook my head, "That hurt!" I said.
 
"Then put'em up pussy!" Sharon stopped bobbing back and forth and smiled. She 
stepped in as her left hand came out and gently pushed her gloved fist up under 
my chin. She leaned in and tilted her head off to the side some, "Come on tough 
girl, show me what you've got." Sharon sneered. "I promise, I'll go easy on 
you." And with that she gently kissed my lips and stepped back again.
 
"Oh, you want to play." I wiggled her fingers into the left glove and
adjusted the Velcro strap with my teeth around my wrist, quickly I
did the same for right.
 
"Bring your right up more." Sharon instructed and so I did. I threw a couple of 
left jabs, but Sharon deftly bobbed out of the way easily. I had the urge to 
kick her with my left leg but had to remind myself this was strictly boxing.
 
"What a second." Sharon stepped back and lowered her hands, "We need face
protection." and she quickly walked over to the locker.
 
I dropped my hands in frustration as I realized that Sharon was pretty serious 
about us sparring, "Sharon, if your serious about us beating the crap out of one 
another, can we do it tomorrow, with the party tonight I would rather us not 
show up with bruises you know." I placed the gloves on my hips next.
 
Sharon froze and looked over her shoulder, "Good thinking, we can mess around 
later. Although I wasn't worried about being bruised, I would be the one doing 
the bruising." She grinned from ear to ear.
 
I yanked my hands out of the gloves, "Pretty sure of yourself?" I handed the 
gloves over as Sharon placed them on the shelf.
 
"Yes I am." Sharon replied.
 
"I wonder how you would fair if we wrestled." I stepped in close, eye to eye
with her.
 
"You want to wrestle me?" Sharon sighed and stepped in close, very close, she
tilted her pelvis in and bumped my crotch with her own, heat flashed over my
body and I stepped back, "It would just wind up with us having sex." I shook my
head and allowed a faint smile to cross my lips before turning around and 
walking to the door.
 
"What's wrong with that!" Sharon laughed and waved her arms in the air.
 
**********
 
That night, I must say that I had never felt so beautiful in my entire life, 
soaking in the fragranced bath water, 'as the commercial says, silky-smooth!' I 
laughed out loud at the thought as my hands ran up and down my freshly shaven 
legs, no nicks, cuts or bruises...perfect. Raising my right leg from the water I 
flexed my calf muscle and imagined how hot my legs will look in heels.
 
Wrapping a towel about my head I strolled over and stood naked at the edge of
the bed, peeling the underwear from the bedspread and pushed my legs into the
pale blue panties, adjusting the double-ply crotch, then arranged the cups of 
the matching bra around my breasts. Everything smelled so wonderful, I never 
wanted to go back to wearing sweats and workout gear again, I envisioned myself 
being pampered and....and....'Shit, I starting to think and act like Sharon!' I 
caught myself and smiled.
 
"Hey! The door's locked...what the hell!" I heard Sharon shout from out in the 
hall.
 
"What's the big idea! Locking me out like that!" Sharon said as I opened the 
door and she walked quickly into the room.
 
"Hmmmm, very nice....very nice..." Sharon appeared lost in thought as she
absorbed the evening gown I was wearing. "Ready?" She looked up.
 
"Yeah" I sighed, "Why do we have to do this?" I lazily walked over to the 
cosmetic
counter and sat down.
 
"Because, you my dear are going to steal the show tonight." Sharon gently pulled
the towel away and a pile of my blonde hair flopped down over my shoulders.
 
A few minutes later...
 
"Very good." Sharon sighed as she applied the liner around my eyelids with
meticulous effort. I had been sitting, frozen for almost half an hour as
Sharon finished my makeup, eyeliner, lipstick, the works.
 
"Almost done, and then you can see for yourself." Sharon took the tiny brush and
gently applied the coating over my bottom lip. "Pucker just a little 
bit...THERE!...Perfect" Sharon 
whispered.
 
My eyes strained to look down, but couldn't see anything.
 
"Hmmmm" Sharon moaned, "You have really nice lips, very kissable." which almost
caused me to smile.
 
"Don't move!" Sharon ordered.
 
Slowly, Sharon stood up and leaned back, a smile forming on her lips. "A 
masterpiece, a true work of art." And gently laid the makeup utensils down on 
the counter.
 
"Can I see?!" I excitedly asked.
 
"Of course." Sharon smiled and waved her hand towards the mirror. My heart raced 
as I turned and my eyes went wide, my jaw slowly lowered.
 
"Wonderful isn't it." Sharon nodded with approval.
 
"I look like a hooker!" I leaned back appalled. "What the hell!!"
 
"What do you mean you look like a hooker! You look great!" Sharon huffed.
 
"That doesn't look anything like me! Ohhh noooo." My bottom lip trembled. It was
terrible, I'm not used to wearing so much base and the eyeliner was so thick and
the lipstick was so red.
 
"Don't cry!" Sharon kneeled down next to me, "You'll ruin everything!"
 
"GOOD!" Corbin looked over.
 
"What do you mean GOOD, I spent allot of time putting your hair up and doing all
your makeup." Sharon quickly stood up irritated.
 
"Yes, my hair does look wonderful. Thank you." I looked up at Sharon. "But 
Sharon, I'm not used to wearing this much makeup..."
 
"That's because you never wear much makeup at all! It's not allot, trust me!"
Sharon gripped my shoulders with her fingers and knelt behind her, putting her
chin on her bare shoulder.
 
"Really?" I glanced over my shoulder with a concerned look of doubt.
 
"Yes really. Do you really think I would do anything but the best for you?"
Sharon kissed my bare Shoulder. "Uhmmmm you smell good, damn you are so
eatable." Sharon teasingly bit into my meaty shoulder eliciting a faint
laugh from me, obviously trying to lighten my mood.
 
I looked back into the mirror and sat, watching, studying myself, I
angled my head a few different ways.
 
"Now come over to the full length mirror, then you can really see." Sharon
grabbed my arm, so I could get a good look at the black strapless corset dress,
it stopped just a few inches shy of my knees. Damn, I actually look like I know
what I'm doing in this thing, well I did have some help.
 
**********
 
I have no idea how people organize parties like this, they're must have been a
couple of hundred people at this thing, people from Sharon's father's company,
friends of the family and of course family members. Then you had the caterers
working in conjunction with members of the full time staff, it was amazing. It
looked like chaos, but somehow it all ran smoothly, beats the heck out of me.
 
I never realized how many guys in Sharon's office had their sites set on her,
apparently this was the case even when she dated Paul and now that word was
navigating thru the gossip mill about Sharon and I, that had no deterrent 
either. In addition, given the inebriated state of several men, their ability to 
be
discrete with their eyes and comments was severely impaired.
 
Social status and money has no exclusivity on class.
 
"...that girl looks like Brittany Spe..."
 
"That son of a bitch..." I stopped walking and seethed, Sharon quickly 

grabbed my arm as I was turning to pursue the man who made that comment, and do
what with him I had no idea, but my top was ready to blow.
 
"Did you hear what he said?" I fumed.
 
"What?" Sharon played dumb.
 
"That guy! He just said 'Hey, she looks like Brittany Spears' pointing at me!"
I leaned in close, it was obvious from the exaggeration of my tilt forward
that the alcohol was having a full effect on me.
 
"Okay, let's calm down, are you sure he said that? I don't think he was talking
about you." Sharon counseled, stroking my bare arms for comfort and soothing.
 
"I think so, I'm pretty damn sure!"
 
"Well, even if he did, there are worse people to be mistaken..." But I never let
Sharon finish.
 
"That fucking whore! Fucking almighty! That girl is a media whore!" I was
slurring my words as I went on a verbal tirade. "I'm gonna kick his ass,
then he can tell everyone Brittany Spears kicked his punk ass!" I was fuming as
I brought the drink up to my lips, but Sharon intercepted my wrist.
 
"Okay...shhhh...your raising your voice, and how many of those have you had to
drink?" Sharon looked at my almost empty glass and then back up into my eyes.
 
"Gimm'e that!" I snapped and yanked my hand free from Sharon's grasp. Shit I was
getting pretty drunk. But that's what I get for having skipped dinner.
 
"Okay Miss, I've had enough of this from you..." Sharon snapped, and grabbed
me by the back of my left arm, pulling me forcefully along, "...now move
your ass into the other room." Sharon hissed.
 
"Hey, what tha...where are we going, he went that way! We have to go kick his
ass remember!" I quickly scooted along as Sharon pulled me by the arm.
 
"Oh my god! Slow down!" I said suddenly.
 
"What, what's wrong?" Sharon stopped pulling and asked with concern.
 
"This..." and I quickly brought the glass up to my mouth and quickly gulped
down the rest of her drink with a smile, "AHHHHH, good to the last 
drop...WHOOPS!!" I snickered as Sharon looked like she was about to blow her 
top, her face getting red and she gave a hard yank on my arm. I basically was 
along for the ride, letting Sharon drag me into her Dad's study.
 
"Uh oh." I sighed, watching as the lock clicked shut on the door.
 
"First, no more for you tonight, you got that! Your too much of a lightweight,
you've only had...AND WIPE THAT DAMN GRIN OFF YOUR FACE!" Sharon snapped,
infuriated that I was smiling at her the whole time she was chewing me
out.
 
"My, your cute when you angry." I reached up and stroked my left index
fingernail under Sharon's chin, but a swift slap to the wrist knocked my hand
away.
 
"Cut it out, and listen to me." Sharon huffed.
 
"Oh, touchy...touchy." I leaned in to kiss her, but Sharon pushed on my
shoulders and leaned away.
 
"No, we are going to talk about this right now!" She demanded and stepped
back, angrily pointing to the floor.
 
"La La La La La La...I'm not listening...Sharon is talking but I'm not
listening..." as I jammed a finger in each ear and rolled my eyes. "....La La
La...UUUGGHPPFFFFF" I groaned as Sharon grabbed each of my wrists and
guided me until my back slammed against the large wooden doors.
 
"You are really pissing me off, now don't ruin this night for either one of us,
please." Sharon begged.
 
I lowered my head and frowned, "I'm sorry." I pouted, "I'm a little drunk."
 
"Just a little?" Sharon smirked.
 
"Well, you gonna let me go?" I asked looking down at where Sharon held my 
wrists.
 
"Oh! What's this? You can't get out?" Sharon taunted and increased her grip, her
forearms flexing as she leaned in more.
 
"Oh pooh, I can get out easy." I smiled.
 
"Really?" Sharon said and spread her legs apart trying to gain as much leverage
as she could, her entire body was tilted forward trying to keep my arms pinned 
on 
either side of my body.
 
"Well maybe if I wasn't so tipsy." I sighed.
 
"Oh, oh what are you saying, you want me to let you go?" Sharon asked, and
raised her eyebrows.
 
I could have easily broken free, but this was one of the little games that 
Sharon and played during our relationship. So instead I nodded an affirmative to 
her question, knowing full well what was coming next.
 
"Not good enough!" Sharon leaned her face in and tilted it up to engage my eyes,
she purposively made a *close* swipe with her lips by my mouth.
 
"Beg me...to let you go." Sharon murmured.
 
The alcohol was swirling around my brain like a whirlpool, elevating my
state of arousal in ways I had not anticipated, 'Perhaps the uninhibited
affect of the booze?' I wondered as my head swayed from the left to right
as Sharon turned her face so her lips continued to brush past mine.
 
"Please, let me go Sharon." I sighed, my breathing coming faster. I
gasped as Sharon leaned in and gently put her lips on the outside of my ear
lobe, "Your going to have to do better then that lover, after being so naughty
tonight, you're going to have to beg me for it...bitch." Sharon pulled away
before I could kiss her cheek.
 
"Oh please Sharon, please, let me go...I beg of you." I sound pathetic don't I?
god it's hard to believe I said things like that in retrospect, but like I said
it was a turn on at times.
 
"And..." Sharon leaned in again quickly, "...are you my girl?" and kissed my ear
lobe before pulling away again.
 
"Yes...oh yes" She had me panting and squirming against the door by now, the
rush of excitement going thru my body was unbelievable. I just noticed that
I had been rubbing my muscular inner thighs together and a feeling of dampness
around the edge of her panty lining was not from sweating either.
 
"Oh god..." I moaned, I knew my breathing was exaggerated because of my drunken 
state. With my hands free, my left hand came up and grabbed the back of Sharon's 
neck as my right hand came up and gripped Sharon's chin so as to tilt her head 
up, presenting her tasty lips for a kiss. Sharon gasped and stiffened as her 
mouth received more then a kiss, it wasn't a sweet tasty kiss nor soft, but wet 
and deep...all instantly.
 
When the kiss broke Sharon smiled, "You going to be a good girl for the rest
of the night?"
 
"Yes." I sighed.
 
Nose-to-nose and lips-to-lips we stayed leaning against the door, the familiar
sexual tension weaving about our pressed bodies, "Do you like me taking charge?"
Sharon lustfully moaned.
 
"Oh yes." I groaned back, as our lips touched and parted, and touched
again.
 
"Okay then." Sharon said in voice that had a bit of a confirming tone to it.
Gracefully she reached over with her left hand and picked up my glass
and handed it back to me, "Go easy on the booze the rest of the night."
 
We quickly went about straightening out our dresses and correcting smeared 
lipstick.
 
But apparently my ability to embarrass myself knows no boundaries, well not
embarrass myself, but for some reason the liquor turned me into a smart-mouth,
hostile woman for the rest of the night, and it wasn't even time for my period 
:) I had wandered off into the Library where I encountered a couple of men. They 
appeared pleasant enough but their condescending tone and just-out-of-ear-shot 
remarks caused me to fly into a rage. My right hand took a hold of the man's tie 
near his neckline and was twisting it around my fingers.
 
I was having another out of body experience, most women would have engaged
in some usual smart-ass back and forth bantering with these clowns, but I
thought I would try a more direct approach. Sadly though, I don't recall
very much of the conversation.
 
My words were slurring again and his friend had split to get help or find Sharon
after I knocked him on his chubby ass with a firm shove. I was now determined to
pound this guy into the wood paneling. I yanked him out from the corner I had 
shoved him into and pushed him into it again, slamming him into the wall this 
time. I guess the punk decided he wanted to resist because his left hand went up 
to free his tie, more importantly I guess he wanted to breath better, but this 
jackass was more then a little shocked that he couldn't budge my arm.
 
"Let go! Are you crazy! You're getting ready to give me a reason to hit a girl!"
He huffed.
 
"I'll give you a reason jackass!" I spat and was ready to plow my fist into his 
gut when Sharon was suddenly right beside me, pulling on my arm and shoulders, 
frantically trying to pull me off.
 
"Okay, calm down..." Sharon spoke softly and finally got me to relinquish my 
grip.
 
The man slipped from the corner and around the two us and begged of Sharon not 
to mention anything to her father. Although in retrospect I think he was 
innocent in the whole thing, I probably reacted badly to some comment about how 
they would have liked to see me in a dress showing more skin. So yeah, maybe I 
did overreact.
 
"No...no...I'll take care of it..." Sharon replied, but with a tone that 
dispatched him from the room, making it clear she wanted us to be alone. And 
soon we were alone, but her eyes remained fixated on the door, waiting...making 
sure they were alone until Billy had secured the room and closed the door behind 
him. And then slowly her gaze came back to focus on the next problem...me.
 
"Corbin?" Sharon tensed.
 
"I'm sorry." I started and then realized what had happened, and then I began to 
blubber, literally, my glazed eyes instantly overcome with tears, "I've ruined 
our whole evening and made a total embarrassment of this night by getting 
plastered." Yeah it was mostly a drunk blubber fit, but still.
 
"Okay...okay...it's okay..." She gently stroked my cheek and trying to sooth the 
anguish that was spilling out, "Nobody knows anything, my parents have been 
totally preoccupied with guests, and lets get you upstairs okay?"
 
**********
 
There I sat, in front of the vanity mirror as Sharon quietly pulled the sheets 
back on the bed, sometimes I think Sharon enjoyed mothering me.
 
"Sharon? What's wrong?" I looked, still a bit out of it, but Sharon had 
definitely paused and seemed lost in thought.
 
"Just sit there and wait." Sharon backed away and quickly spun around and left 
the room.
 
I sat sipping on the water, trying to take in as much fluids as I could. Slowly 
I was coming around and let out a deep sigh as I closed my eyes, I could still 
hear the partygoers downstairs and brought the drink up to my lips again. Never 
in all of my life had I imagined I would be sitting here, having such an 
emotional, intense relationship with one of my best friends. I looked in the 
mirror for a few hard seconds and studied the face looking back at me wondering 
if this was where I fit in, was this were I was meant to be? And why, even now, 
do I find myself thinking of Nikki.
 
It wasn't until the brass latch clicked and the door opened that I was able to 
snap out of my thoughts. "What are you up too?" I smiled and stood up, Sharon 
had 'that' look, like she was up to something. And there was the incriminating 
fact that her right arm was behind her back.
 
"What have you got there?" I leaned to my left and then right.
 
"No...no...sit still." Sharon instructed and pushed me down on the bed, then 
taking a seat next to me. I continued to playfully lean to my left and then 
back, "Show me!" I giggled. Sharon reached around with her left hand and 
switched, to keep it out of my view.
 
"Shhh!" Sharon hissed and I grinned, "Okay...okay" and I sat still trying to 
restrain a smile.
 
"Now, I was going to wait till tomorrow night to give you this, but I couldn't 
wait so, I just wanted you to have this now, because." Sharon looked down at her 
lap and took a deep breath. My smile faded as I saw that Sharon was becoming 
unusually serious.
 
"Well, because." She continued, seemingly lost for words, "Well because I know 
that...well this is both new to us, so anyway." and her right hand moved from 
her lap and awkwardly fumbled across my lap until she found my left hand and 
we both instinctively interlaced our fingers.
 
"Sharon?" My words came out barely above that of a whisper, I had never seen 
Sharon so serious and it worried me. I leaned forward trying to find Sharon's 
eyes, but it wasn't too long before she looked up, with the slightest hint that 
she was struggling to hold back a sea of emotion.
 
"I just thought it would be okay to give you something, something as a symbol 
of my feelings for you. I know we are a couple of girls and it might seem 
silly." and her left hand came into view, I noticed the faintest tremble in her 
fingers, fingers that gently supported a small wrapped box.
 
I took a breath and exhaled, my right hand came up and took the present as my 
left hand untangled itself from Sharon's grip.
 
"What is it?" I looked up at Sharon, her face lighting up with anticipation and 
joy.
 
"Duh! You have to open it to find out!" Sharon half smiled.
 
I peeled away the wrapping revealing a black box and slowly opened it to find a 
thin, platinum band nestled in it's holding place. It caught the light from 
the far end of the room just right. It wasn't the object itself but the meaning 
behind it that suddenly caught it off guard.
 
"Well?" Sharon leaned in with hopefully anticipation.
 
I simply shook my head back and forth, "It's beautiful Sharon", I tried to 
smile, 'Should be an easy enough task' I thought, but the slightest show of 
emotion was more then I could handle. My left hand ran over my chin and cheeks. 
'God I feel so flushed' I thought. Involuntarily tears spilled down my face, 
dripping down to my lap, some catching my left forearm. Sharon leaned back and 
smiled, she watched me lean towards her and we embraced one another, my head 
rested on Sharon's right shoulder as I studied the simple 
but beautiful ring.
 
"I know you like really simple things, so I thought,"
 
"It's wonderful!" I interrupted.
 
"Did you even read the inscription on your ring?"
 
"No" I gasped and pulled the ring off my finger and held it up to the light.
 
"To Corbin from Sharon; my friend, my lover, my life."
 
I shook my head and was unable to speak for fear of choking on my emotions, 
I simply put it back on my finger. "It fits so well, I don't even think I
 need it to be resized." I mumbled aloud.
 
(OK! Freeze frame here for a minute. Normally I gag over scenes like this.
 Mushy ring exchanges between two girls is damn silly, or so I used to think. 
Being on the receiving end of such a gift was not only a new experience but a 
realization that when there is true emotion behind such gifts it adds a whole
new perspective to things. Although I still think it's a bit on the corny side.)
 
A knock at the door started both of as, "You two in there? What are you doing? 
Why is the door locked! I want to see what's going on!" Billy was yelling.
 
"Get lost looser!" Sharon barked back at him.
 
"Mom's looking for you. So you better get your butt down there and help 
entertain our guests!"
 
"Okay, be right out" Sharon replied.
 
So, I guess I am really a soft romantic sucker at heart as I resolved to wear 
the ring all the time, every day, all day. I wasn't sure what to tell the 
curious if they asked her if I was engaged, but I would worry about that later.
 
Billy was pacing down the hall as we approached, he had this drunken smile on 
his face, "What were you two doing in there?"
 
"None of your damn business." Sharon snapped.
 
I glanced over at the Grandfather clock in the massive foyer, "11:12 pm" and the 
house was still bustling with guests. We actually had forgotten we were still 
holding hands when we came down the stairs.
 
I felt like having another glass of wine and was about to head off to where the 
bar was, when I felt a sudden tug on my left elbow, "Whoa...whoa..." Sharon 
called out.
 
"What?" I turned and leaned in as Sharon pulled me in close, "...I want
you to stay clear of him." Sharon nodded towards the other room.
 
"Who?" I twisted my neck around.
 
"Don't be so obvious!" Sharon hissed low and I turned back around, my eyes
wide with concern, "You can't miss him, he's the tall gentlemen with a few gray
streaks in his hair, very distinguished looking."
  
"Why, what's up?" I smirked, wondering if Sharon was kidding with me.
 
"I'll tell you later." Sharon leaned away and turned back to her mom.
 
"Hmmm...okay" I shrugged. I passed a few couples, the men giving
lingering glances in my direction. I felt the large oriental carpet under my 
heels and glanced around, I picked at a few trays of food that were sprawled 
through the house, making my way to the large bar, but I had definitely NOT seen 
any man fitting the description that Sharon just gave me.
 
I had just stepped up to the bar, and in a very unlady like fashion propped my 
elbows up on the bar top. The bartender smirked having seen me a few too many 
times I guess; "Yes ma'am?" He asked.
 
"Cut the 'Yes ma'am' crap and give me a drink." as I placed the palms of my 
hands on either side of my now lowered head. This seemed to cause some humor as 
he 
chuckled and I have to admit I suppose it all looked a bit humorous and I let go 
a large sigh and smiled at my sloppy request.
 
That's when I heard a deep voice to my left, I have to admit I have a thing for
men with deep voices.
 
"Charles, a bottle of the '99 Pomerol, if you please." He requested, I
looked up to the bartender and then over to my left. I narrowed my eyes
after a second glance, 'Could be?' I thought.
 
"I'll have to..." the bartender hesitated.
 
"That will be fine." The older man replied with a smile and nod at the
bartender.
 
"Very good Sir." The bartender nodded in return, then glanced at me "Just one 
minute Ms."
 
"That's okay." I shrugged with a faint smirk and watched the bartender quickly 
turn to leave. I honestly had no clue as to what just transpired, so I stood, 
rapping my fingernails on the granite counter top, 'Looks to be in
his late forties, about 6' 3", a few streaks of grey and very handsome.' I
thought to myself.
 
"I do apologize for the inconvenience." His rich French accent softly carried in
my direction.
 
"That's okay." I tensely smiled, giving only the briefest of glances in his
direction. He was being awfully discrete, using his peripheral vision, he 
seemed to be a leg man as he kept studying my legs. But as I said, it was
hard for me to detect his attention given his obviously well honed skills 
of sly observation. Things like that impress me.
 
"Here you are sir." The bartender suddenly appeared, holding a bottle of wine
before him for inspection. I watched the man lean forward and inspect the
label, he withdrew a pair of glasses from the inside of his finely tailored 
jacket and gave me a smirk, but it was cute because he seemed to find his own 
aging requirements to be humorous. "Yes, that is the one." He smiled and the 
bartender quickly went about uncorking the bottle.
 
"Oh, pardon me..."
 
It took me a moment to realize he was speaking to me and I caught him straighten
 up as if he had just realized a grave mistake, "...how rude, would you like to 
try a glass?"
 
"Oh, that's okay, no thank you." I grinned and continued to tap my fingernails
anxiously. If Sharon was here she would be grabbing at my hands to stop my 
fidgeting.
 
"Are you a fan of fine wines?" He asked as a quick follow up question.
 
"Only if they are on sale." My drunken smart mouth blurted out. He smiled but 
I felt bad because he was trying to be polite, well he was being polite to I 
formulated a follow up reply, "Sorry, sort of...I don't really know much about 
them." I smiled casually, but never really made eye contact with him, by now
I was convinced that this was the man Sharon warned me about, but he seems to 
be a perfect gentlemen.
 
"I envy you." He said somberly, which caught my attention.
 
"How's that?" I asked suspiciously.
 
"It's been so long, I can barely recall that first introduction to a truly
elegant vintage such as this." He tapped the stem of the wine glass that the bar
tender placed in front of him, "I guess you could say I'm feeling my age!" He
chuckled. I felt myself smile broadly, it was a humorous comment,
'Apparently he's not so stuffy after all, he can at least make fun of himself'.
 
"Please give me your opinion, taste this Bordeaux."
 
The bartender quickly fetched a different bottle form the other end of the bar
and placed a wine glass in the front of me.
 
"Oh...uhm...well" I quickly collected my thoughts, but was intrigued so I did 
not protest and let the bartender pour a small amount into the glass and then
watched as he stepped back.
 
"Okay." I shrugged and picked up the glass, tipping towards my lips. I was still 
a bit tipsy at the moment but was impressed by the smooth flavor.
 
"Did you like that?" The older gentleman to my left asked.
 
"It was great!" I smiled. Oh yeah that really exudes a great deal of education
on my part. 'It was great'? very classy.
 
"So what's wrong with this wine?" I pointed to the glass as I glanced over to 
that 'special' bottle he had particularly requested.
 
"Nothing at all." He smiled, "But now taste this." and the bartender picked up
the bottle he had just retrieved from the cellar. Even the way he poured it was
different, although it seemed to have the same color to me, 'Like I can tell
the difference visually' I thought regarding my untrained eyes. I brought the
glass to my lips and took a sip and then another, "Mmmmmmm..." I sighed,
"This is incredible! So smooth." I smiled, unable to contain myself and took
another sip.
 
"Chateau Le Pin" 
"What?" I looked over at him with these goofy eyes, I must have looked retarded.
 
"That's the name of the winery. Technically, it is best tasted after 2005." He
smiled.
 
"What? 2005? You're kidding." I laughed, oh yeah I'm on a roll now, I've got my 
full class mode on. "So how do you know so much about Wines?" I asked and took 
another sip.
 
"Jack is my business partner. We own a Winery together, actually I
manage most of the day to day activities and he enjoys the benefits of being a
silent partner."
 
"Oh, so you've been friends long?" I asked.
 
"Three years." He smiled, "Allow me to introduce my self, my name is Vincent."
 
"Oh, Corbin." I said and stuck my hand out to shake it, I half expected for him 
to perform some over the top bow and plant a kiss on the top of my hand, but he 
did not. When he shook my hand, it was firm, formal and quick, and withdrew. 
Hmm, he is very smooth, maybe that is what Sharon was talking about. But this 
can't be the guy I thought, he hasn't said or done anything that could be 
interpreted as misleading or inappropriate. A number of people were making their 
way to the bar and it was becoming increasingly difficult to talk, I even 
considered leaving and finding Sharon, 'Surely she is getting worried by now'.
 
"If you please, we can step over here, so we can finish our conversation." his
voice casual and I watched as he pointed to the Ballroom filled with people.
Still interested I decided to follow as we disappeared into a long ten foot 
alcove that separated the large living room and ball room, he then poured a 
small amount into my almost empty glass. Now that was smooth the way he 
navigated us into a more private area and poured the wine.
 
"I don't live in the States, but I do enjoy the visits." He stated.
 
"So you're not one of those 'I Hate Americans French?'" I cocked my left
eyebrow.

"Good lord, absolutely not!" He smiled and leaned back. "My wife is American."
and the smile briefly left his face. I tried to process what he just said, 
although my mind took a few more seconds to analyze things, given the quantity 
of alcohol I have had.
 
"Introduce me to her." I brought the glass up to my lips after issuing the 
request, or challenge 
if you will.
 
"I would love nothing more than...." He started.
 
But I interrupted, "But you didn't bring her with you tonight." I allowed a 
coy grin to form on my lips as I poised the question.
 
"No." His expression getting a little serious, but not tense and he took an
 odd deep breath, "She passed away four years ago."
 
My heart sunk like a stone, "I...I...I'm sorry..." I couldn't finish the 
sentence, I felt like a giant ass. I noticed a look of concern come over his 
face.
 
"Thank you, but don't be." He said urgently and raised his right hand as if to 
console my concerns by touching my bare left shoulder, he pulled his hand away 
after the briefest of touches. A servant appeared with a tray and offered to 
take our now empty glasses. The two glasses of wine had restarted my buzz and I 
noticed that I was having to focus on things twice as hard in order to 
accomplish even a simple task of placing the glass on the tray.
 
I saw him look down at his watch, "I must retire soon...I don't have the
energy level for these parties like I used to."
 
"Tell me about it" I sighed.
 
"Before I go, indulge me in a dance?" He smiled while waving a hand towards the 
dance floor. I felt his right hand grip my left and gently pull me along. It was 
the first time all evening he had really exerted himself during our conversation 
so I was not offended by this one bold act, 'seeing how he had been so polite 
and respected my space'.
 
"Well, I really don't know how to formally dance." I protested and just
tried to proceed with a steady walk, which I considered a major achievement
given the amount of alcohol in me.
 
"Here, place your left hand in my right, put your right hand on my shoulder." He 
gently instructed and so I hesitantly followed his lead, at this time I was more 
focused on accomplishing the most basic of tasks. I really wasn't even concerned 
about his hand being on my right hip, it's all in place with this type of 
dancing and he held a respectable distance between our bodies.
 
"Sorry." I sighed as I almost stepped on his toes.
 
"Don't be, you're doing exceptionally well." He smiled and seemed to be focusing 
on the task of dancing, not ogling at the full cleavage of my breasts. But boy-
oh-boy he was smooth, I mean his feet seemed to glide over the dance floor. This 
was all very nice I have to admit, older refined men like Vincent definitely 
know there way  around women, at least he seemed to know how to treat me. He 
treated me with respect during conversation, no stupid one-line jokes, while he 
confidently was able to whisk me around on the dance floor. WHOOOAAA! Stop right 
there, 'Your allowing your self to be carried away with the moment.' 
I started to worry. It was true, I began to glance around a few times as my body 
relaxed, the music, sight and sounds were washing over me as I relaxed a little 
more, letting my guard down just a bit, but not fully. Had he not been so 
respectful in the beginning, I would have decked him when he went to grab my 
hand.
 
"You garner much attention." He said softly, rolling his eyes to the left and 
then right. I looked around and indeed a few men had gathered at the perimeter 
of the Ballroom eyeing our direction intently, I felt my body tense at the way 
guys can gawk.
 
"Are you and Sharon close?"
 
"Huh?" I looked up, I was struggling to stay balanced as the question
came and went.
 
"You and Sharon, are you two close?" He asked again
 
"Uhm, yes...yes we are, we are best friends." I smiled and it felt like I
was relaxing once again and *that* made him smile.
 
"I don't know Sharon well enough, but she seems fiercely loyal where friendship
goes and extremely intelligent, a quality that many seem to underestimate." He
casually commented.
 
I smiled, "Very nice of you to say. But you wouldn't be making that comment just 
because you're friends and business partners with her father, Hmm?" I asked 
suspiciously, looking up with a smile.
 
He almost stopped dancing as he lowered his head, his rich dark eyes staring
straight into mine, "But of course I am." and he remained serious leaving me 
guessing if he was being sarcastic or if he was actually admitting that he was 
making pleasantries for superficial reasons. I remained looking into his eyes, 
trying to evaluate his intentions when he in fact did suddenly stopped dancing.
 
"What's wrong, why did we stop?"
 
"The dance is over." He smiled and withdrew from me and looked towards the
front of the hall where the small arrangement of musicians were gathered, and
began to clap loudly with the rest of the crowd.
 
"Oh!" I turned around quickly and started to clap, 'You idiot' I criticized 
myself for not paying attention and was shocked to feel disappointed that the 
dance had ended, this was not at all like me. A slower, softer instrumental soon 
began and I felt a faint tap on my left shoulder, I spun around to find an 
attractive young man in his twenties standing before me, looking a bit sheepish, 
"May I have this dance?" he asked.
 
"Soon enough." Vincent remarked to the young man and grabbed my hand pulling me 
into another dance. I frantically looked over at the young man in despair and 
called out "Next one?" I felt bad for him, yet I wasn't irritated with Vincent 
for whisking me away and I admit, I was glad to still be his partner.
 
"This one..." He said, "...calls for a bit more...how shall I say, close 
quarters?" he framed the statement cautiously.
 
"May I?" He asked as he looked at the space between us and I looked around
and saw every other couple was dancing very close together and so I quickly 
tried to formulate a response.
 
"Well, I uh...I..." I wondered where Sharon was, but didn't want to be rude, and 
I was having a good time, that and I suddenly I found myself the center of so 
much attention, surrounded by men that were treating me so well and with so much 
courtesy and respect, I wanted to dance with them all (Okay maybe not, but still 
the thought sounded nice). I felt so at ease being just 'a woman' as these 
men did their best to impress her with their social graces, all because I'm a 
woman...we'll...looks do account for something I guess.

"Is that a yes?" He whispered.
 
"Oh, uhm...Sure." I babbled caught a little off guard during my daydream. 
Vincent gently pulled and I relaxed and felt his left hand slip around to the 
small of my back to pull me close against his warm body. Now just so 
you know, I am not a total dolt when it comes to dancing, some of this was due 
to my intoxication. I felt him tilt his head off to the left as I awkwardly 
leaned my head in and for the first time felt myself become flush as 
the front of our bodies molded against one another. He pulled his extended right 
arm in tight, moving his clasping right hand from under mine to that of a curved 
hold that just about encased my fingers. The subtle effects of these movements 
had what I must admit was an intimate feel and look.
 
'He smells good' I thought smiling to myself, and then it finally dawned on my 
slow moving brain cells, 'He wants me!' to be more bold 'He wants me in his bed 
tonight!.' It was so odd, but it felt good to be wanted like this...not 
necessarily by a total stranger...but it was empowering to have a total stranger 
lust for my body like he did. Men have tried to seduce me over the years, but 
this was the first time that the right mix of music, environment, booze and 
skills of seduction had come together all at the same time so perfectly.
 
But let's be real, or more to the point, it was time to come back down to earth 
a little bit, so I struggled to focus and it was a struggle. After all, I had no 
intention of sleeping or fooling around with Vincent, but I am human with 
natural female urges. So, all excuses aside about the alcohol and such, I was 
flat-out aroused at the subtle moves he was putting on me. Vincent had held his 
position only just enough so that the movement of our swaying bodies touched in 
ways that seemed natural to the music being played.
 
He never verbally alluded to my physical characteristics, but the way his 
fingers slightly traced up the muscles lining my spine told me he took notice. A 
few other slight touches along the curves of my bare shoulders conveyed that as 
well. Maybe it was the total package that he was after? He was letting the 
mystery build or maybe it was of my own doing?
 
With no resistance on my part and perhaps some assistance, our bodies had 
achieved increased pressure as we danced, much credit to his skillful blend of 
coordinated steps during our dance I should also add. I felt flushed again, his 
hips were right against mine and with more pressure then before. Not wanting to 
sound vulgar at this point, but I did wonder 'Is that his dick?' as our legs, 
thighs and hips brushed, although his bulge wasn't hard, but hanging off to his 
left - 'No doubt about it, I suspect he has one huge penis.' Okay, 
must stop that train of thought! I made myself become conscious of the fact that 
our bodies were snugly intertwined, with my arm tucked under his left, his left 
hand was now fully wrapped around behind me as he slipped down, about two inches 
below the small of my back so his fingers lightly grazed the top of my butt 
thru the dress. The thinness of the dress was especially revealing now that 
someone else's hand was moving 'down there'. I didn't feel ashamed nor wanton in 
my behavior as I seemingly melted into him as we danced, I had not recoiled
from the added pressure of his chest and hips, no in fact, I even returned the 
new pressure against my body.
 
He added a slight bit of pressure to his left hand at the base of my back as
he expanded his pinky and ring finger so there was no doubt that they had
claimed more area of my body. Moments like this call on one to make a complex 
series of responses, some purely physical while others are more logical. I was 
joined in a game at this point, a game of seduction and arousal that I was a 
willing participant in, while at other moments showed the necessary hesitations 
where lines were not to be crossed. The buzz from earlier was still there but 
not as strong, so my wits were more active now. With his hand touching the firm 
cleavage of my ass I made a conscious decision to ever-so-slightly flex my 
muscles, specifically those of my butt, in essence I had just reciprocated his 
indulgences. Were we truly on the same wavelength? His fingers made a back and 
forth pass, grazing over the valley of my tensing glutes, it definitely had the 
subtle sensation of a massaging caress.
 
We stayed like this for several seconds until he twisted his hips, this time to 
the left causing his pelvis to move directly against mine. Amazing, I was 
swooning in the middle of this dance floor, surrounded by people and fully 
dressed, but felt more aroused then I could recall in a long time. My heart 
pounded at the erotic advances that were now becoming evident, they had crept up 
on me slowly, but now I was feeling my body reacting on its own in ways I had 
never anticipated. His sudden, bold move had not surprised me, but 
my own reaction did. A warmth filled my tummy and began to spread, and yes I had 
become moist below, with some degree of embarrassment I do admit this much older 
man, had made me wet with arousal. Another tell tale sign was my 
extremely hard nipples, no doubt to be detected thru this flimsy dress 
and practically see thru bra. I suddenly caught my breath causing my chest to 
expand, lifting my cleavage higher out of the dress, this reaction was partly 
the result of his pelvis...'this man's crotch' I thought...invading 
my most private space. My pussy was now intimately feeling the pressure of his 
groin, a tiny trickle of sweat ran down the side of my cheek, so slight that the 
naked eye would have trouble noticing, but I felt it's tickle, but none more 
noticeable then the wet tickle in the depths of my vagina at the eroticism of 
our mating crotches. I was simply flustered at how my body was feeling and all
I was doing was allowing the moment to flow over me.
 
I was in between heaven and hell and yet Vincent remained steady, he seemed to 
soak in the smells of my perfume at my neck and keep his touches subtle but 
readily available as if he could tell when and where I wanted to be touched.
 
"Your wonderful on your feet, I'll regret relinquishing you to another partner." 
He whispered into my ear, his lips grazing my ear lobe, his breath warm and 
smooth.
 
"I don't mind if we keep going." I tilted my head up and whispered, my hand 
rubbing over his back in unison to my response as I noted the smooth texture of 
his jacket, he gave me a snug embrace as his own response, no verbal reply, he 
didn't need to.
 
Sadly the number and dance finally ended, without saying a word we pulled away 
from one another, although it was done reluctantly. He reached over and gently 
gripped my right hand with his left. With barely a word spoken we walked hand in 
hand away from the Ballroom and towards one of the main staircases that led 
upstairs. My heart was pounding again and my mind drifted with images of us 
making love, I knew that it was what he wanted and in so many ways that is what 
I wanted as well. Yet I knew it just wasn't to be, there were too many barriers; 
My relationship with Sharon, my virginity and even if all we did was fool 
around, I didn't want that one-night-stand cloud floating over my head. He 
stopped us at the base of the staircase, this one was located at the back of the 
house and the foyer was smaller a little more dimly lit. Had he planned this all 
along? Even now he was trying to be discrete in how he got me upstairs.
 
While my mind fluttered with thoughts and images, he was now facing me, his 
hands lightly holding my hands, I gave a faint smile as he looked steadily into 
my eyes. "Since I am a guest here as well, I expect we'll see more of one 
another."
 
"I expect so." I smiled a little more, "I should tell you Vincent, I am 
seriously involved with someone." I simply just blurted it out, maybe it was the 
wrong time or way, but it had to be said. His expression bespoke of 
understanding and he nodded ever so slightly.
 
"Thank you Corbin for the dance," He leaned in to hug me. I welcomed the embrace 
and wrapped my arms around his back. "And for letting me in to share your warmth 
and beauty, even if for the briefest of moments."
 
"Oh Vincent, I am the one who should be thanking you for showing me a wonderful 
time." I sighed.
 
It was a hug, and then it became more then just a hug, where two people feel 
like they want so much more. I guess it wasn't to happen, he was still being the 
proper gentlemen and even though I felt the return of our spark, he started to 
pull away from the embrace. It wasn't until I felt his lips on my left cheek did 
my pulse race and my mind spin, again he was smooth as his hands were suddenly 
up on my shoulders, touching my neck and moving back down, until they rested on 
my hips. In a flushed moment I turned my head and kissed his left cheek in 
return. This was no platonic kiss, my chest heaved a little and he gripped my 
hips with a little more firmness, pulling me in close until once again our 
pelvises met head-on. My head tilted back a little, eyes closed as his mouth was 
moving up and down my throat with more kisses. I opened my mouth and I know an 
audible moan had escaped, who had I become in the passing seconds? What about 
Sharon? I can't kiss him on the mouth! My voice warned.
 
But all the while, as I tried thinking thoughts of self-control, my thighs 
quaked and responded with nothing more then a subtle pelvic thrust, which was 
met by direct pressure from his own pelvis. Now his dick was hard, I could feel 
it as he pushed deeper, I had changed my stance so my legs spread a bit more. I 
remember his hair had a thick course feel to it as my fingers plunged into their 
waves, my head rolled off to the left and right as I let him explore my neck 
with his lips and slight touch of his tongue. His left hand moved gracefully 
with patience, from my right hip until I felt his palm rest on my 
right ass check, from there he applied new pressure and took the opportunity to 
feel me, every molded curvature of my ass. Even if it was thru the fabric of the 
dress it was done in a way that made me feel naked under his touch.
 
By now, his mouth wanted more and he moved back up to my cheek but I deftly 
avoided a full blown kiss. It was curiosity and lust that prodded me to see what 
he tasted like as I ran my tongue over my lips before turning my head and giving 
him a quick kiss on the lips, but I pulled away. I did not engage in a deep kiss 
at all, I few soft, lingering kisses as we continued to hold one another. My 
reluctance to fully kiss him was a clue, one he picked up on, he knew it was 
time to part for good, again reluctantly.
 
"Oh Vincent." I moaned and leaned in, kissing him on the lips again as he did 
the same. He took a step back and gave me a sad smile.
 
"Good night." His hand on my shoulder was the parting touch and then turned to 
head up the stairs, turning in for the night, something I desperately also 
wanted to do, a few seconds ago I thought I'd be joining him in his room, but I 
do have some will power after all. My right hand came up and braced my body 
against he banister as I took a few deep breaths, trying to collect myself. My 
mind and body were still spinning from everything that had transpired.
 
"Having a good time?" I heard the voice from behind ask, it was Sharon and I 
smiled as I turned around.
 
"Yeah, a really good time." I blushed and walked over to where she stood, 
actually more like leaning against the frame of the alcove, a wine glass 
swirling in her left hand.
 
"You two getting along well enough I see." Sharon cocked a knowing grin and 
eyebrow at me.
 
"You spying?" I asked but was unable to hide my own smile.
 
"I saw enough," Sharon walked over and stood right in front of me, "And what I 
saw was extremely sensual, to say the least. Even after my warnings you still 
decided to play with fire?"
 
"Well he is very polite and charming." I sighed. I thought for sure Sharon would 
be mad with me for allowing Vincent to make so many advances. But she wasn't, it 
was odd and perhaps she was also very drunk as well.
 
"You managed to put the breaks on at the last minute, that is a rarity, most 
women don't have that kind of fortitude where he's concerned." Sharon sipped her 
wine.
 
"My will is strong, besides you just like to spread gossip, who do you know that 
he's fooled around with?" I reached up and stroked Sharon's cheek, she smiled 
and walked around me to the bottom of the stairs, looking up for a silent minute 
in the direction that Vincent had departed.

"I've heard things!" Sharon raised her eyebrows and took another sip before 
cutting her eyes at me.

"You've heard things all right, your imagination going off the deep end again, I 
don't think Vincent is that kind of man." Now my heart was racing again, maybe 
it was because I was defending a total stranger against Sharon's insinuations, 
or maybe I know Sharon well enough that she has a devilish, gossiping side.

"He ever hit on you Sharon?" I challenged. She smiled, but I could tell she was 
formulating some bullcrap answer, so I cut her off before she got the chance, 
"Because of your father? Is that it? Because they are partners? Or maybe he's 
just really a nice guy and you like to stir things up?" I started to babble now.
 
"Stop." Sharon sighed and brought a finger up to my lips to silence me.
 
"I'm buzzed." Sharon stroked my chin softly, "Vince and I never fooled around 
and everything else is just gossip." She kissed me on the lips again. 

"And I'm just being a bitch, well, because I was jealous. I've never seen him so 
taken with a woman and that's a serious statement. You sly girl, you were hot 
for Vincent too weren't you?" Sharon stoked a fingernail under my chin and 
smiled, I blushed and turned away.
 
"Sharon please, he was nice and it felt nice to indulge in the 'moment', but 
that's all it was a moment of dancing and enjoying being a beautiful woman."
 
Sharon continued to caress my face and neck teasingly, "My little innocent girl, 
able to humble such a worldly man."
 
"Please Sharon, I was the one swept off my feet." I sighed and did a small 
circling pace.
 
"Don't be so sure you were the only one. You see, I had a more objective point 
of view and I've known Vincent longer then you, and NEVER have I seen him long 
for someone the way he looked and fawned over you."
 
I gave a knowing smile because it felt good to hear such compliments.
 
"Hope your will is as strong as you say, because the rest of the week should be 
interesting." Sharon stroked the bicep on my left arm.
 
Now that caught my attention, "All week?" I asked and raised my right eyebrow in 
concern.
 
"What's to worry, remember, 'Your will' is strong!" Sharon teased, she then 
sighed with a shrug and pulled me in the direction of the stairs. "But for now, 
I want you to stay in my room tonight." Sharon's husky voice pleaded.
 
"Of course, I want that too." I replied kissing Sharon's cheek. Sharon began to 
nibble on my earlobe, eliciting small purring moans from my throat.
 
"Did dancing with Vincent make you wet and horny?" Sharon moaned into my ear.
 
"Nothing compared to what you do to me." I moaned and realized that we were now 
standing in Sharon's bedroom, slowly grinding against each another, but 
untangled to peel out of our evening attire.
 
"God, what a night." Sharon sighed as she slipped her shoes from her feet, she
turned around and watched me as I let my hair down and shook it out.
 
"Come here." Sharon cooed and opened her arms.
 
"What do you want?" I said sarcastically as I embraced my brunette lover.
 
"You" Sharon smiled, not a word was spoken as we tenderly clung to one another, 
hands roaming over hips, thighs, shoulders and breasts, until we were totally 
nude and climbed safely within the warm, cozy confines of the heavy blankets. 
The music and voices downstairs slowly faded to silence, my eyes had adjusted to 
the heavy shadows that lined the ceiling and wall. Biting my lower lip, I 
reached up and stroked Sharon's right arm that lay draped over me from behind as 
she lay curled up behind me, I opened my mouth to speak but paused
as my eyelids fluttered. 'I do enjoy this feeling' I felt safe and
totally at ease when Sharon was in charge.
 
*********
 
I did sleep well, but it was early morning when my eyes fluttered open, barely 
light outside. Like most mornings I have the strong urge to exercise, especially 
when away from home, it's my way of getting back into my grove and with such an 
elaborate gym in the basement how could I resist.
 
Sharon lay sound asleep as I quietly slipped out of bed. I found a robe from the 
bathroom and walked across the hall to my room, I proceeded to mess my bed up a 
little to make it look like I slept here, I had this hang up about keep up 
appearances in front of people.
 
Quickly I put on my cross training shoes, shorts and a tank-top shirt, pulled my 
hair into a pony tail and made my way downstairs. The house felt so big and 
empty this morning, it's hard to believe that a couple of hundred people were 
partying in all of these rooms. Like I said is was early in the morning and only 
a few full time staff members were milling about cleaning things up and 
preparing breakfast for everyone. I filled my water bottle up and headed off 
down to the basement gym. I wasn't sure how many people had stayed over 
from last night and I wondered how long before I would run into Vincent, it was 
only a matter of time, I didn't think it would be too awkward, I don't know why, 
mainly because I was in my element now as I turned on the Stereo system and 
slipped in one of my work out CD's.
 
I started with some light cardio work and stretching before going to the leg 
press, this was the day I worked my legs but I was feeling pretty aggressive, 
even after a night of drinking so I went and worked my biceps. I had purposely 
turned the ceiling fans off and cut up the heat, I never feel like I've had a 
good workout until I'm dripping with sweat. I was probably a good hour into my 
workout when I stopped to take another drink of water, I was in heaven, I had 
this whole gym to myself and my body felt rock hard from all the weight lifting. 
This is who I am, this feels normal and natural to me, standing in my workout 
attire and drenched in sweat and then I realized that I had lost track of time 
and then I also remembered the brunch that was being served today...SHIT!
 
So I'm bolting up the stairs, not because I'm late at this very moment, but 
because I do need to shower and get dressed. I'm pushing open the door, now I'm 
stepping into a foyer, but this foyer you see goes either left or right, oh 
there is a door right in front of me but that goes outside, although not a bad 
option considering what happens next. I know I need to go right which will take 
me to the stairs, so far so good. But the sounds of people mingling catches my 
attention and I turn to the left, because as we all know curiosity always kills 
the cat. Turning left I am suddenly reminded that there is a large alcove that 
opens up into one of the many living rooms, where all the chatter is coming 
from. So now I'm confronted by a large number of people milling about, many are 
sitting and drinking their coffee. What the hell? Had I been downstairs so long 
that most everyone was up and about!
 
Sharon, Sharon's parents and all the guests, dressed in what one might call a 
nice business casual attire, you won't find anyone slouching around in jeans 
here. They were all preoccupied, well up until five seconds ago they were 
happily preoccupied and how to God I wish they were still preoccupied! But for 
many of them that was no longer the case. Perhaps it was the stark contrast, in 
my appearance to theirs, that got their attention, after all, I'm standing there 
drenched in sweat; thighs, arms...every muscles seemingly swollen and accented 
from a hard workout, my blonde hair plastered to my cheeks and neck (due to a 
poor ponytail job on my part.)
 
My eyes cautiously scan the room, but I had no time to asses expressions other 
then one of the men loudly commenting, "I need to take her workout class!" 
resulting in several agreeing nods.
 
"No kidding." Says another woman.
 
Now I'm blushing and quickly turn away to head up stairs, but not before my eyes 
recognize Vincent and he's giving me a friendly smile, his eyes looking straight 
into mine, but being ever the gentlemen he quickly turns his attention back to 
the women he was previous conversing with.
 
I'm in the shower, and I'm quickly soaping up when I hear Sharon come into the 
bathroom, I say I hear Sharon because her mouth is already running when she 
enters my bedroom. She's reading me the riot act for being late to the morning 
'social hour' before brunch, and I'm wondering why she gets mad about stuff like 
this but seems to give my flirting with Vincent a pass.
 
Her mood changes when she sees me hustling to get ready, making up for lost 
time. "Oh that's nice" Sharon walks over to me as I stand in front of the mirror 
and run my hands down the outside of my thighs. The long black slacks conformed 
snugly to my butt and upper thighs, but flared out as they went down, but were 
not what you would call 'bell bottoms'.
 
**********
 
That afternoon, Sharon seemed determined that we box. We each had shorts and a 
tank top with chest protection as well as head protection.
 
"Come on." Taunted Sharon.
 
But instead of lashing out at me, Sharon froze and lowered her gloves as if she 
had a change of thought. She stepped in close and removed her mouth guard, I did 
the same as she leaned in to wetly kiss me on the lips. The kiss, very sensual 
seemed to heighten the passion between us and with the physical challenge 
directly ahead, it only seemed to get my adrenaline fully flowing.
 
I had just gotten my mouth piece in and hands up when Sharon punched me on the 
cheek, sending my head snapping.
 
Sharon came at me again, but I jerked my head back, but when I brought my head 
back forward, I ate a solid punch to my right cheek. It wasn't a light punch 
either and I grunted, "Damn!" I moaned shaking it off.
 
"Start moving your feet..." Sharon instructed, "...and stay on the balls."
 
'I know what the fuck to do!' I thought to myself, I had been taking kickboxing 
for months now, not that I'm an expert in boxing because of it, but I was going 
at a very cautious pace because that is what I thought Sharon would do as well. 
I mean we are friends after all but I should have known better, Sharon's has a 
point to prove here and I honestly wonder how our friendship survives these 
awkward moments.
 
So now I'm getting serious about things and watch as Sharon would phase in and 
out of fighting to offer instructions to me, which is fine, I let Sharon pretend 
she is being the instructor here, she seems to enjoy having this role. I am 
usually the dominant one when it comes to all forms of athletics, so I guess 
this is her chance to shine, 'For now' I think and have to force an evil grin 
from coming over my lips. I faked with my left and plowed my right just above 
Sharon's left breast, knocking her back several steps. Sharon's eyes grew big as 
she moaned, rolling her shoulder in discomfort. "Damn, you hit hard!" Sharon 
actually had to take a couple of breaths to catch her breathing up.
 
I smiled and that irked Sharon, "Okay, try this on for size." Sharon began
to strategize and danced around me utilizing more foot work. She got me with a 
crisp left to my cheek to which I fired a return. Sharon ducked, my glove 
whizzed over her head. Sharon then jerked her body and countered with a right 
cross which stung my mouth head on.
 
Maybe Sharon thought I was dazed, because she hesitated, but the punches didn't 
phase me at all so I took the presented opportunity and launched a left hook 
that smacked Sharon on her right cheek. By the way the muscles along my arm 
rippled, it was evident I had thrown a little more into that punch to let Sharon 
know that she doesn't rule this ring. Sharon staggers back, and instantly 
replies with a right uppercut, but Sharon appears reckless in that she's 
throwing the punch before she's retained her footing. I weaved out of the way 
and thudded a glove under Sharon's chin, I pulled the punch some, but Sharon's 
head still rocked upward, I then sent a straight right punch that nailed 
Sharon's gut.
 
I backed off, I didn't want things to get out of hand and I needed to asses 
Sharon's state of mind. She might be pissed that I caught her with two in a row 
like that and I could have closed in and finished her off with a flurry of hard 
punches. Finish her off? WTF! You see, that's why I backed off, I have this 
fighting switch that flips and I have to go in for the kill when I sense defeat 
at hand. The only thing that saved Sharon was that she is my dear friend, oh 
yeah, and lover.
 
Sharon snorted and her hands went to cradle her stomach, Sharon was sweating 
profusely now as the drops speckled her entire face and body. Yep, I could tell 
Sharon was angry, but that concerned me only slightly. This sounds arrogant I 
know, but I did more covering up for the next couple of minutes to let Sharon 
find her bearings emotionally. Sharon started to pepper my head with hits, but 
then I started getting pissed as Sharon wasn't letting up and had backed me 
almost off the matted area we had sectioned off. So I left the right side of my 
face totally exposed as I lowered my glove, and Sharon's body moved in for 
attack, 'she had amazingly taken the bait' I thought.
 
The result was that Sharon's whole body seemed to lift in the air and she sagged 
back as if she was going to fall, I had just plowed my right fist up into my 
girlfriends gut and hard. I sidestepped and moved back to the center of the 
makeshift ring. Again, I should have leapt on my opponent while she was 
staggered, but this was not a full blown fight, we were just messing 
around...right? I guess I'll find out in a few seconds.
 
I watched Sharon close her eyes and took a few deep breaths, her eyes blinked as 
she tried to keep moving around while catching her breath.
 
"Had enough?" I asked hoping for an affirmative.
 
Our eyes met, Sharon smirked...an evil smirk and shook her head, sweat flew
off the tips of her brown matted pony tail. She raised her boxing gloves and 
came for me again. Again I backed off of any power punches and did more 
defensive work, I think Sharon gave up on the body blows because it was 
ineffective, like hitting a wall of muscle everywhere.
 
At this point, we had both exchanged about a dozen more blows, but Sharon was 
not managing her energy levels, I think she thought this would be an easy task, 
why I don't know. Had she forgotten the hours I would spend every week training 
in my Martial Arts classes? What did she think I would do there all day? Or the 
tournaments that I had competed in? It was pretty much over as Sharon began to 
lean into me now, and her gasping for breath thru her mouth was another big 
clue. I dodged away and put my hands up, just to see if she had anymore left in 
her, but she shook her head and waved her hands.
 
We pulled our head gear off and I nearly got emotional when Sharon walked over 
to me and rested her head on my shoulder, seeking comfort and tenderness. There 
was no anger or resentment that I had just bested her in another athletic 
department.
 
"Very impressive." We both heard the voice speak, Sharon and I looked over at 
the same time to see Vincent standing, towel slung over his shoulder, tee shirt 
and swim trunks on.
 
"Thank you!" I said from across the room.
 
He studied Sharon for a minute but his eyes drifted to mine and locked on me 
like a heat seeking missile might, he was so smooth and confident in how he did 
'everything'. He actually makes you feel at ease because he seems so confident 
and at ease with who he is.
 
"I'm whipped, but do you want to go around with her, she'll go easy on you." 
Sharon stepped back and pointed a glove at me with pride. He smiled at Sharon's 
suggestion and raised the palm of his hand as if able to physically deflect the 
words. As for me, I just blushed with embarrassment at Sharon's bragging.
 
"No thank you, I'm off for a swim, you'll have to excuse me. And sorry for 
intruding just now, but as I indicated, you both are very skilled." Vincent did 
a short wave and walked towards the door leading into the adjoining room where 
the indoor pool was.
 
"She's also a great swimmer, she'll race you, if you want!" Sharon called after 
him, eliciting only a smile at her attempts to banter.
 
"Sharon!" I pushed her on the shoulder at her continued attempts to rile him up.
 
Suddenly I watched as Sharon was in a frenzy to dislodge her gloves, I saw 'that 
look' and I knew what she was after. We were both hot, sweaty and aroused from 
the fighting, finally we dislodged our gloves from our swollen, sweaty hands. 
The cool air felt wonderful on our drenched clothes, "You fucking hot bitch" 
Sharon growled, biting and sucking on my lips. "I'm going to fuck you raw." 
Sharon hissed and when I suddenly swept Sharon's legs out from under her to take 
her down to the matt, "Well see who gets fucked raw!" I said.

"Come on then, let's find out!" Sharon wrapped her arms around my neck,
but suddenly blinked her eyes several times as if startled..."Shit!" Sharon 
sighed.
 
"What?" I froze and pushed up.
 
"It's too risky, with Vincent in the other room and anyone could come walking 
down here."
 
"Where...where?" I pleaded.
 
"Don't you worry where, I'm not thru with you yet." Sharon threatened as she
nibbled on my lips, she ran the palms of her hands over my buttocks. Stroking 
and cupping each one as we lay nose to nose in the middle of the floor, our 
swollen tender breasts pressed against one another. I leaned down and kissed 
Sharon's lips softly, the moisture between my legs was as intense as I had ever 
felt and I tilted my pelvis, pressing my crotch directly into Sharon's.
 
"Oh shit" Sharon moaned and pressed back, "God, I am so horny" Sharon sighed.
 
"Me too." I whispered back.
 
We felt like a couple of school girls as we made there way up from the
basement and dashed through the house heading for Sharon's room, specifically 
the small hot tub in Sharon's bathroom, yes I know it's disgusting she has one 
of those.
 
There was plenty of time before dinner so we both settled into the warm water, 
finally a moment to relax. Sharon reached over and gently traced a pattern with 
her fingernail around one of my full breasts, "Remember that night at the 
beach?"
 
"I'll never forget." I said as I watched Sharon intensely, I could see the 
emotion washing through her and I thought there was a hint of a real tear there 
as well. Instinctively my hands suddenly reached over and slipped down Sharon's 
wet body, I took a hold of Sharon's free hand and guided her fingers down 
between my legs and in a surprise move Sharon suddenly clutched my cunt, worming 
a finger deep inside me. Even now I can't believe the things we did and shared 
together. I had closed my eyes and a shudder went thru my body, as I allowed 
myself to be so vulnerable, but I trusted Sharon and trust is a vital part of my 
comfort with someone. Sharon always knew how to be gentle with me, even when she 
was aggressive like now, she respected my virginity, not that it's a 
prerequisite, but for the most part I like people to be easy and gentle with me.
 
Saying things like "Take me, take all of me, I'm yours, It's yours. Use me." Was 
usually too much for Sharon to absorb and as I anticipated she suddenly stood 
up, soap and water cascading down her body.
 
"Let's go to the bedroom." And she reached down, grabbing my hand. We were wet 
and stayed wet as we made our way to her bed. She pushed me back onto the bed 
and slid herself between my legs, wrapping her arms around my thighs, and with 
no preamble, no hesitation, she simply glued her mouth to my pussy.
 
Had anyone told me, months and months ago, that Sharon would be eating me out, I 
would have laughed at the thought of it...perhaps even been repulsed. But there 
she was, lapping up my juices. My emotions were so high that I didn't know 
whether to laugh hysterically or burst out in tears. We were also comfortable 
with one another, telling each other what to do, many times it was about 
enjoying each other's body; touch, smell and security were all very intertwined. 
As Sharon would lazily kiss my inner thighs I would look down and run my fingers 
through the waves of dark hair. I didn't just enjoy having a woman make love to 
me, I enjoyed making love to a woman.
 
(On a side note, make no mistake about it, my moments with Vincent were a mix of 
intellectual, emotion and physical attraction, so I am still most definitely 
attracted to men.)
 
But back to me making love to a woman, I know my way around Sharon and she liked 
me to get, uhm, shall I say 'harsh' with her. So in that moment I sat up 
abruptly and began pushing Sharon back down on the bed, and I mean firmly. She 
would resist, but I just quickly intercepted and would push her arms over her 
head. With her wrists gripped and subsequently pinned over her head she would 
thrust her pussy upward in defiance, "Come 'on bitch, let me feel you." Sharon 
would growl in a low voice.
 
Flipping my head with a jerk sent my long blonde hair over my head to land with 
a wet slap. "Roll over!" I ordered, it was not a request, yet Sharon just smiled 
that nasty bitch smile she can sometimes have and whispered..."Make me."
 
"Gladly" I said and quickly went to turn Sharon over as the brunette resisted, 
but was ultimately forced onto her stomach with a loud protesting grunt, let's 
be real, I was way too strong for her.
 
"Damn you!" Sharon moaned.
 
Taking my right knee I forced it between Sharon's thighs, the slick soapy skin 
made it a little easier. Sharon was protesting, but her whimpers were a give 
away that she wanted it. Changing the tempo I began to kiss my lover's - neck, 
shoulders, slowly moving down Sharon's spine...my tongue taking turns with my 
lips. I kissed those two tan ass cheeks wetly, sliding my open mouth from side 
to side, the tip of my tongue began to flick very lightly all the way down 
Sharon's crack, circling around her anus, but without touching it.
 
My hands began kneading Sharon's ass - hard, then softly, "Yesss..." and then 
another "Yessss" Both affirmations came as I glanced up, mouth open when I saw 
Sharon looking over her shoulder and arching her back even more. But it was the 
way her mouth lay gaping, almost panting, but I got a little concerned 
that Sharon was moaning so load, someone might hear, it was amazing that she 
seemed to be making more noise as I licked my way closer to her clit.
 
"Don't stop!" Sharon moaned and she was actually cumming again! 
 
I didn't say a word - but just flipped one of Sharon's legs over the other,
putting her on her back. After sending her into another orgasm, I pushed up,
my whole body was shaking, as was Sharon's as I climbed up so we could embrace.
 
"You like kissing my ass don't you?" Sharon teased.
 
I blushed and buried my head into Sharon's shoulder.
 
"Look at me..." Sharon whispered and I raised my head up, my eyes peering from 
behind a thin veil of entangled blonde hair.
 
"How did I get so lucky as to ever meet you?" Sharon sighed, stroking
my hair and shoulders.
 
I smiled, but tears filled my eyes to hear such nice things.


  
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