College 16 By Corbin How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman. ********** Weiter, weiter ins Verderben Wir mssen leben bis wir sterben Der Mensch gehrt nicht in die Luft So der Herr im Himmel ruft Seine Shne auf dem Wind Bringt mir dieses Menschenkind ********** OWWW OUCHY OUCHY OUCHY! Holy Shit my thighs are killing me! Just when I thought I was beyond waking up with a crap load of sore muscles I am proven wrong yet again. I haven't been this sore since I did that summer long stint in the porn industry HAHAHA oh I crack myself up. By the way, I am JOKING!!! Okay okay, that wasn't exactly knee slapping funny but what the hell. This time, it was due to riding a friend's jet-ski over the weekend, damn that thing gave me a workout, then again I was on it for hours and not being proficient on one of those things I am sure I fought to control it more then I should have. I'm also sure I looked like a freak as I covered my body in the thickest sun block (Bull Frog) I could find; you see I don't tan, I burn, just a fact of life with my light skin and all that junk. But the sun is bad for you anyway, okay no lecture on that, I'm opposed to sun worshiping/tanning although I admit it makes one look damn fine that's why I fake tan! Yeah I know if you're not careful you look orange or some funky, fake color so I try not to over do it. Just a little-teeny-weeny bit :) Damn allergies, try typing when you have to grab a tissue every few minutes to sneeze, this sucks, stupid fucking mold/pollen whatever, thank god I can get Claritin over the counter now. Anyway, it's my inner thighs that are sore, I dunno, I guess it's TECHNICALLY the gracilis, adductor longus and sartorius muscles that feel sore. Shit, I should be a doctor I've studied so many anatomy charts, I mean how hard could it be? Patient: "Dr. Corbin, it hurts when I do this!" Dr. Corbin: "Well stop doing that you fat, stupid block head! And loose some weight, And lay off the beer, And get some more rest, And stop looking at my breasts, And stay out of the sun and fast food places. And please, that comb-over is not fooling anyone!" Okay, my bedside manners need some work. Also, another thing about me, I hate computers, I enjoy breaking my computer every chance I get. What a piece of junk! I will teach this hunk of shit a lesson while I victoriously laugh as I shake my fist at its broken wreck of a carcass, sorry, going on a tangent, but you have to understand it won't shut off unless I unplug it or the power goes out. When the power comes back on it boots up. You see the power button and reset buttons don't work anymore. I push and push and PUSH but it won't turn off or reboot. Unless, as I said I physically unplug it. BUT DIE YOU BASTARD DIE!!! SO I CAN BUY A NEW ONE HAHAHA!!! Aggghmmm sorry it's an on going inside joke in my life, my terminally ill PC that won't die and I refuse to buy a new one until it croaks. We have a stand off going on, one of us is going to bite the dust and it damn sure ain't going to be me, SO DIE YOU BASTARD!!! I have to give it credit tho three years old, many electrical storms later, me kicking the shit out of it (literally), running the vacuum over the cords in the back (OOPS did I mean to do that??? Bwahahahaha) and it keeps on ticking, fucking thing is one solid SOB, keeps running and running and running. ********** As I sit here typing, a song from 'The Eagles' just came on and it reminded me of a particular night back in College and with it a few fond, conflicting memories indeed. It doesn't seem that long ago either, actually it wasn't. I rubbed my sore eyelids and blinked several times before adjusting the lamp on my nightstand, I wasn't sure how long I had dozed off for, but at first, I felt a little disoriented on what time or even what day it was. Reaching over I pressed the button on the lamp and the room suddenly grew dark, slowly my pupils adjusted to the outside lamp post and could even hear some students outside walking about campus, some heading out to party most likely. I wasn't big on parties; The drunken chit-chat always left my empty inside, not to mention my clothes always reeked of cigarette smoke from whatever bar I would come back from. Every once in awhile I would hear a bustle of activity in the hallway and then that to would fade to peacefulness. A shrill ring caused me to almost squeal with shock as my whole body jerked around to look. The blue iridescent light glowed from the face plate of the phone as it rang again, reluctantly I answered- "Hello?" "Hey." Dale's voice came over the digital line. "Hey Dale." I sighed. "Is it too late?" He asked. That question was a bit perplexing in that he was sounding so concerned, maybe because the last couple of times we talked ended up in big arguments; "No, why do you ask?" "Well, I know you like to get to bed early afraid I might have woken you" He said. "No, no, just resting, that's all". "Look," He paused with a sigh, "I heard what happened with you and Mora, are you okay? Why didn't you call me or return any of my calls?" "Sorry, just tired, I'm fine." I moaned but it sure sounded unconvincing. "Do you mind if I come over?" he suddenly blurted out. Slowly I laid down on the bed as my eyes scanned the dark ceiling, my left arm had reached up to touch the headboard as my fingers traced along a few imperfections in the wood. "You there?" He suddenly asked. "Yeah, I'm here, yeah, I'd like that." I closed my eyes and confessed to myself that I wanted to have some company tonight, not Nikki, not Sharon, but I wanted my boyfriend over here with me, next to me, holding me. God I felt so messed up, one minute I was in Nikki's arms, openly admitting my love for her, the next I was anxiously waiting for Dale to come over. "Great, see you in a few." His tone immediately improving. "You sure you want to drive over?" I asked quickly, maybe subconsciously I was hoping he would back out as there was a part of me that still wanted to be isolated. "I don't mind." He tried to sound casual in his reply, putting up a bit of a front, which guys are known for doing. "Okay, well come on over then, see ya." And flipped my phone closed. Running my left hand thru my hair, I pulled at a few strands while thinking about things. Turning onto my stomach I pressed my head into the soft confines of the pillow, spending a few more minutes lost in thought, 'You have all the control' my mom would say, 'You pull the strings Corbin.' my mom would lecture to me when I was starting to develop. 'Don't put your sexuality out there for just anyone, it's private, personal.' I smiled some more because I felt good about myself. I hoped that I was living up to those standards of decency and respect, but it was getting harder now, with so many emotional doors starting to open and with it those physical desires that began to weave a complex tapestry clouding my judgment and willpower at times. Involuntarily I found myself clenching my butt cheeks under the thin material of my shorts, and I could feel it now, it made my heart race to think that some subconscious desire was allowing Dale to come over tonight, that once again my resolve would be put to the test. The fight on the field with Mora and the other girl's left me reeling 'I'm still feeling it, so much aggression, like running on a physical and emotional high' I considered. Biting my lower lip I ground my pelvis against the mattress and knew it would probably always be an uphill battle from this point on. So many of my friends were sexually active now, I didn't have that outlet with Dale, I held onto my virginity until the time was right 'But damn it's getting hard'. Trying to shake my mind out of the self induced funk, I bolted up and grabbed my light jacket off the chair as I had heard what sounded like thunder rolling across the sky. Slowly I headed downstairs to wait for Dale, knowing that I would have to let him in, so might as well go on down now. I passed one of my soccer buds in the hall, "Hey Corbin!" Denise called out heading into her room in just a night shirt. "Hey Denise." I said meekly, fortunately Denise was one of the girl's that left practice early and didn't have to witness the spectacle on the field. "Going for another run?" She laughed. "No, just got to meet someone." I smiled and tilted my head down 'It's nice to be able to joke around' I thought everything seemed to be so serious lately. "Dale?" Denise paused in her doorway, saying the name seductively slow. I stopped and nodded 'yes', blushing a little. "Things going well?" Denise asked. "Yeah, going really well." I came to a stop a few feet away. "Hey Corbin." another girl walked by and patted me on the back. "Hey." I called out as the girl kept on walking. "I saw those flowers he brought up, about a week or so ago was it?" Denise gave me a knowing grin, "So tell me, are you that good in bed or was he trying to make up for something? Or is he trying to get into something?" Her eyes looked down to my shorts. I blushed and rolled my eyes, "A minor tiff, that's all" I shrugged and continued looking away. "Oh by the way, I heard about what happened and I'm glad you put that bitch in her place." Denise perked up. "Oh, uhm thanks Denise." I clenched my hands in my jacket pocket as I looked up briefly. It actually choked me up a little to know I was liked and supported by still a few people. I flinched and almost gasped when Denise was suddenly in front of me, giving me a supportive hug. "You did the right thing, don't let anyone walk all over you like that." Denise patted me on the back, "Now go see Dale." She smiled and slapped my butt as I walked away. "Thanks!" I chuckled, my heart was suddenly beating faster as for the first time today a renewed feeling of hope filled me up and just from a few simple words of encouragement. "Anytime!" Denise said and closed her door. It wasn't easy to maintain my privacy as I thought it would be. Being on the Soccer team, lifting, not to mention my academic work staying at a high level of quality was causing me to make a name for myself. 'And dating Dale had opened up allot of social attentions' the most concerning were the number of guys that were hanging around like vultures if Dale and I were to break up. Not to mention how many times I was getting hit on with total disregard for the fact I was dating someone, and then there was my relationship with Nikki, and how we managed to keep our romance a secret was beyond me, we must be doing something right, shit, Sharon suspected and that alone meant her fat mouth would be blabbing all over campus. I watched a pair of headlights off in the distance and suspected I knew who it was; an involuntary smile came over my face, which again surprised me. I had been so guarded about my feelings for Dale, heck, for anyone that it made my feel as if I was standing on unstable earth to let those feelings take over. "Hi there." I said, flashing my rare smile as he stepped up close. "Hello" Dale replied, his own smile radiating outward and without a care in the world he leaned in and hugged me, I eagerly returned the hug, it felt good to be held and cared for. Back in my room, I closed the door and locked it. "Mind if I turn the radio on?" He asked. "Sure, just keep it low." I requested. Dale pushed down on the button until the display hit a local station he knew to play softer, more romantic music and then he turned the dial down. Jimmy Buffet's 'Come Monday' slowly infiltrated the room as I draped my coat over the nearby desk chair. Dale looked over from where he was standing in front of the radio and watched me for a second before slowly making his way over to where I stood. I could feel the heat of his body from behind and knew he was probably within an inch of my body, his hands came up and pushed aside some of my hair to expose my neck, a shiver radiated thru my body at his touch and he followed the line of muscles from my neck down, over top of my shirt, his finger touched the strap of my bra as it continued it's track along the muscles of my shoulder. "Feels good." I sighed as his other hand came up and slowly, gently massaged my right shoulder. I rolled my head from left to right and allowed my eyes to close a little as his hands worked the stress from my neck and spine. "Here..." He suddenly pulled away, "lay down on the bed, and face down if you want" He pointed. I didn't want to resist, I was tired, not only physically but emotionally and Dale seemed sincere in his offer. Sitting down on the edge of my single bed I kicked off my shoes and rolled over onto my stomach, tucking my arms under my pillow. My mind got a flash back of Nikki, but it didn't last long, I was with Dale tonight and wanted to focus on the two of us, to see if maybe, just maybe I could put things into perspective about our relationship and where it all was going. Sitting on the edge of my bed, his hands brushed aside my hair and began from my neck and slowly worked down. "Take the pillow out from under your head and stretch your arms down the side of your body.", I did as he asked and it did feel better to be laying flat as he would massage my biceps, triceps, forearms and even each finger. I felt his weight shift down the bed, and a tugging sensation to pull of my socks. "Oh wow a foot massage? Maybe I should go wash them first!" I laughed. "They're fine he smiled, you don't have stinky feet." He chuckled. "Not today, but you ought to check them out right after soccer practice." I smiled and laid my head back down. "That's okay" He smiled and began working his thumb along the insoles of my feet and slowly, but gently pulled and wiggled each of my toes. "Oh my god." I moaned and shifted my body on top of the sheets, "That is so amazing." I was floored at how my receptors were shooting up pleasurable responses throughout my entire body. Dale watched as my fingers tightly clasp and unclasp repeatedly, telling him he was on the right track with his touches. His eyes traveled up my toned calves and thighs, my track shorts were too long for him to visibly peak up into my privates, but I'm sure his imagination was filling in the blanks. He moved up to my ankle, and began to massage my muscles that peaked along my calves. I suddenly realized that I was now softly moaning out load with pleasure as his hands rubbed along the crook of my knees, "God, I could get used to this on a regular basis" I sighed. "Me too" Dale whispered. My body was feeling as totally relaxed as it ever had, and yet totally turned on at the same time, my nipples were hard, as my crotch joined in with that wonderful buildup of arousal that began deep in my body spreading it's warmth from my erotic core between my legs. I hoped my blushing was undetected by Dale as I was embarrassed at the fact I was getting 'wet' from the stimulation along my legs and arms. Especially with his hands gently rubbing along the back of my upper thighs now. I had a hard time coming back down when he moved into my inner thighs, his fingertips touching the hemline of my shorts which sort of caught my attention. Dale watched as the back of my chest expanded with a deep breath and my eyelids flickered. Slowly, reluctantly, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked over my shoulder. "Thanks, that was nice." I smiled and watched Dale adjust his position on the bed so we was sitting along the right side of my thighs and then he oddly seemed to lean forward and appear to fish for something in his back pocket. "What?" He placed the folded up paper next to my shoulder. "So I went ahead and, you know." He sighed, "I thought you'd want to know, maybe now isn't the best time, but there it is." I guess he just wanted to get it over with. Slowly I rolled over onto my left side as my right hand picked up the paper. I didn't smile, no sarcastic comments but opened the document and began to study it. The name of the School Clinic was printed in bold letters across the top, and then I folded it back up. "Thank you." I sighed and reached to put the paper on my nightstand. "Whoa, let's not leave that laying about, Sharon still breezes in and out of here sometimes" He leaned over snatching it off the nightstand, stuffing it back into his faded cargo shorts. "Sorry, wasn't thinking, but it's all good, don't worry." I tried to reassure with an added smile. He raised his eyebrows mischievously and looked back down at my legs, "Anymore?" "No, that's enough." I shifted my weight but felt his hands lingering over my thighs and the touch wasn't all that distracting or bad, but I didn't want to give him the wrong impression. Dale watched as I looked away for a second as if contemplating something serious. "What, tell me please." He leaned forward, and reached up to take my free right hand into his. He always felt as if I was on the verge of saying something but always holding back. "Look Dale, I enjoy being with you and dating you and I know I am sometimes distant and do a crappy job of communicating." I rolled my eyes looking for the right words. "And I know we've been fighting allot." "No, your right, whenever you're ready, I'm not going to pressure you on this anymore." Dale leaned in and kissed my forehead. "I think this is something you and I need to think on Dale, because I am very focused on a career, school and sports and while I really enjoy dating you, and only you!" I emphasized, "I just want to be up front that sex would just complicate things. I see what it does to other people and relationships and it seems to create as many problems as it temporarily resolves." "I guess." Dale sighed not at all convinced of my reasoning. He was a healthy good looking guy, in his prime and his sex drive was massive and as he has indicated in the past, laying down next to me was becoming something of self torture, especially when I wasn't even letting him fondle my breasts that often. "Besides, you know, it's like who knows where people have been nowadays, it's damn scary. I'm in great health and I don't want to risk catching some disease for a night of pleasure. To put it more bluntly, I want to wait until after marriage." Dale later admitted that listening to me issue my rules and demands was eliciting a strong amount of respect. While allot of guys would have probably said 'screw this' and found some girl willing to include sex in their dating, my resolve seemed to grow with greater intensity and that he admired and yes, it made his desire for me all the more intense. "Dale?" I said, wondering if he was still listening. He looked up at me with a smile before speaking, "I was just thinking that, I want to try and make things work Corbin. I dunno' maybe I do kiss your butt too much." "Kissing my butt is good!" I laughed and playfully pushed him on the shoulder, "Seriously, please go on" I said, "Sorry for interrupting". "Well, all of that aside, let's just see how things work out. I've got school and football as well as a host of other things to tend too, so I can understand where you coming from." Dale shrugged. A few seconds slipped by without either one saying a word, only the faint sounds from the radio could be heard playing The Eagles "Take it to the limit". I laid down and scooted over against the wall, my long body stretching out on the bed in a very relaxed posture. "You can lay down if you want." I invited, which he didn't wait a second longer and leaned over, nudging close to where I lay, not having much choice because the bed was a single, barely able to accommodate both of us, forcing our bodies to press into one another. I lay on my left side and he on his right as our arms and legs intertwined with one another. I watched as his fingers stroked first my hair, then cheeks, then down to my arms and over my muscles, paying my compliments as he went. I then noticed that his eyes had stopped roaming, now fixated on my well endowed chest. "What are you looking at?" I smiled. "Probably the best pair of breasts I have ever seen." He sighed. "Thanks" I blushed but rolled my eyes with some unease. His hands roamed between the tight space of our bodies and trace the outline of my bra, and it was obvious that I was responding favorably to his touches by the sheer size of my swollen nipples. My eyes watched the fingers of his left hand move lightly over my right breast and I began to tremble nervously, feeling so exposed that I wasn't trying to hide my arousal, evident in my nipple that I suspected he was closing in on. "Ohhhh" I groaned softly as his thumb slowly ran over top of my nipple, pausing slightly to caress it over the top of my shirt. My thighs shifted and pressed against his legs as our bodies softly crushed against one another, we each planted soft kisses on each other's cheeks and lips. And then he made the oddest request, at a moment when I seemed to be responding sexually more so then I ever had, he suddenly asked; "Make a muscle with your arm, please". He smiled. "What?" I froze, totally surprised in his sudden change in attention "Are you serious?" my eyes blinked away my haze to process his request. "Yeah" He said enthusiastically. I wasn't sure where this was going but went ahead and sat up, a little self-consciously I pulled up the sleeve on my shirt as my face turned beat red with embarrassment. I wasn't used to showing-off like this but raised my right forearm inward while making a fist. Dale leaned in and his right hand touched my bicep, "Holy Shit" he stared at it and then I turned my head to look. Unbelievably, I had never been one to pose in front of a mirror that often, so I too was a little impressed with the significant swell of muscle on my arm. But Dale was totally smitten with it, touching and caressing it and I could feel my own body sensually responding to his gentle prods and squeezes. Dale leaned in, kissing me on the lips, a kiss that I eagerly returned as we settled back down onto the bed pulling each other in closer. Our mouths opened allowing our tongues to intertwine with one another and it was at that moment I felt his erection rub against my thigh and I squirmed a little bit, knowing I would have to pull the plug on his sex drive eventually if he didn't restrain it himself. (Okay folks, I'm going to stop right there if I haven't already bored you to tears. Anyway, you geniuses may have gathered that Dale and I DID NOT have sex that night, didn't even come close. But hey, I've got desires too ya know! Anyway, maybe there is an interest to read all these details, but when I re-read what I wrote it has a soft-porn sound to it, which is not what I intended to share in the beginning.)16_College