My Story 32 By Corbin How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman. ********** Hey, I have my own web site! http://www.corbin.com It's got something to do with motorcycles, but I am honored none the less. :) They also appear to be pretty successful. Although I haven't seen a damn penny from any of the profits, I am sure it's a minor oversight on their part. Honestly, I have no affiliation with the aforementioned company/products, but I suspect it's a sign...that maybe I should be riding a motorcycle...it must be a sign. My father is a Service manager at a large Motorcycle shop. ********** Well, it was one of those clear, beautiful mornings. The kind of day where there was barely a cloud in the sky, which could only mean one thing! Immanent doom lurked over the horizon! :) Now how could I know that? Well you see, Mike (the Owner of my Gym and no it's not called Mike's Gym) was meeting with me soon about becoming training partner with some girl I have never officially met. So let me introduce Jenna, the 'other' girl. She was a driven, self absorbed, gotta be First/Best/A-#1 kind of person and I suspected she hated my guts. Why? Because Mike paid more attention to me then her, I know, silly petty stuff, oh and thru the grape-vine I know she referred to me as 'The Blonde Bimbo' which made no sense because my interpretation of a Blonde Bimbo was someone who bounced around, acting ditzy, and flaunting they're body. I didn't do any of that...so go figure. But let me stop slamming her and give the girl some credit. Jenna had a deliciously sculpted body, she was a true powerhouse of female strength and sexuality (Can you tell I really admired her body?). I think it was a combination of her Asian heritage, naturally rich skin tone (a deep tan) almost to a rich golden bronze. So what ended up happening next was a meeting of sorts, between me, Jenna and Mike. (Is that correct grammar? Me, Jenna and Mike? or should it be Jenna, Mike and I? or Jenna, Mike and me? Oh screw it, I'm more important so I get to go first!) Before I get into that stuff, I thought long and hard about if and how much to reveal about my relationship with Jason. It's no big deal really, but Jason was something special. You see, Jason was shy and quiet and somewhat reserved. I don't think he had ever dated a girl like me before (errr...ok...mistake, we did NOT DATE!) anyway, his last girlfriend prior to me had been awhile ago, and prior to that it was far and few between in the dating arena for him. He also wasn't on my mental checklist of what I 'go for' in a guy usually; - He never played any sports. - He was in good shape but didn't work out often. - He was exactly my height, just barely. - He worked as a Computer geek/consultant/something. - His wardrobe coolness factor also needed some assistance, but who am I to talk! :) Needless to say, Sharon didn't approve at all. When I got home and informed her of my encounter at the bookstore her first response was; "What are you doing picking up guys at a bookstore!" She snapped. "I am NOT picking up guys at a book store, we just chatted a little bit and he asked if I wanted to meet back there tomorrow night for some coffee and chat a little bit." Which was all true, very innocent stuff, but Sharon is such a social snot that it's really embarrassing at times. "What does he do? What kind of car does he drive? How much does he make? Does he live at home? Is he good looking?....and on and on..." I didn't really share anything much with her, just to irritate the crap out of her. I did mention the fact he drove a pickup truck and she flipped out on that. "WHAT! Jesus Corbin, have you lost it? Picking up some hillbilly, trash, redneck! Your so much better and above that! Do you know how badly that will reflect on me!" Sharon chided. "He's a computer techie and he makes pretty good money, so he's not a redneck." I was defending the guy and we hadn't even been out on a date yet. "He's just a geek redneck!" She complained. "It's a Toyota!" I replied, I mean, I guess there are different social classes of trucks, like cars, right? "A crappy truck is a crappy truck! Can you see yourself going on a date in a pickup truck Corbin? I mean please, why are you doing this!" Sharon went on and on, but you see I had already started tuning her out. I had a good feeling about Jason and nothing Sharon could say was going to change that, but in any case, you might as well understand that if Sharon was not the match maker then she was ever critical of anyone I selected on my own. He was such a sweet guy, so attentive and nervous around me at first. Because our first encounter was when I was attired in my baggy workout sweats, he probably didn't know how focused I was on exercising. So when I showed up the next night I decided to wear some shorts, sandals and threw on a lightweight jacket. I was early but he was earlier as usual, I spotted him pacing by the magazine rack which was next to the Bookshop's Cafe. I doubt he was able to focus on any magazines from the way he was constantly grazing up and down the racks. "Hey there." I said and it was a pleasure to watch his whole face light up when he turned around to see me standing there. I almost even gave him a hug, wasn't that sweet of me, but I didn't, instead I just stood there smiling waiting and watching because as nice as he was I still had to lay down the rules tonight as far as any expectations. (*sigh* yeah I have a tough life. :) ) "What would you like to drink?" He quickly asked and waved his hand to one of the tables. He past the initial manner's test when he pulled the chair out for me, little things like that I keep tabs on, AS ALL WOMEN SHOULD! So, I was eager to see his reaction because I had kept my jacket on until he came back with my coffee, at which point I proceeded to stand up and take off my jacket, which revealed my somewhat snug, white tee shirt. Well, his eyes just opened a little and he lost focus, he stared at my arms, legs and of course the chest area. "Wow...you're..." He suddenly blurted out and must have instantly regretted it because his face went somewhat red and he looked away from me totally, trying to recover. "What?" I asked while sitting down, but my eyes remained focused on his, not giving him a chance to wiggle out from completing his comment. "You're in great shape." He voice was almost in whisper mode and he still couldn't look me in the eyes. "Thank you." I smiled and pulled my chair up to the table. My reply was genuine because it was a sincere moment of appreciation on his part, and after all, I work hard for this body and if feels good to have POLITE comments reflecting that fact. Some of you may have reckoned that I was going to blast him or something, but no, you see I can tell the difference between a comment laced with sarcasm/insults/jealousy when some guy or girl implies that they are really shocked to see a girl in great shape, versus Jason's comment where he was 'pleasantly' surprised and really admired my physique. "Sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "Why?" I challenged. "For blurting that out so quickly, I hardly know you." He shrugged and hunched forward a little bit, sliding his cup around on the table. "It was nice of you to say." I was hoping he wasn't going to go down the road of babbling a long string of apologies. I hate it when guys and girls do that after I've already told them it's OK! Anyway, I sat back and brought the cup up to my lower lip and blew softly over the hot liquid. I can't quite explain it, Jason and I had this instant connection when we looked at one another, like we both could sit quietly without talking and it was like we truly engaged each other. (Reminds me of someone else I know, but she wants a BREAK! Damn her!) BTW, Dale (Don't know that name? Well you're going to have to read about my College years, otherwise tough shit!) Anyway, Dale was not totally out of my life at this point. Yeah, he had actually started dating Tiffany, but he still called and we kept in touch, just some info for you folks. Boy oh boy, I gave him hell for dating her, he had ignored her for several months after we broke up in our Senior year back in College, but she pursued him and pursued him. But, as much as I hate saying this, in fact I feel physically ill, Tiffany is an attractive girl...BARF!HACK!COUGH!PUKE! I have no idea why we hated each other so much, but that's just the way it was, or is! I never rubbed it in her face that Dale fell in love with me and not her. She just went out of her way to annoy me and try to steal Dale. Funny thing is, we've never gotten into a physical confrontation, might have flipped each other off now and again and she's definitely 'waved me on' to start something, but our paths have never really crossed close enough for that to happen. I also figured she had some screw loose anyway, although she had a good circle of friends who seemed to ride her coat-tails everywhere she went. I guess it was her sense of 'entitlement' to everything. She actually was nice to Sharon, but I think that was just a sly attempt to annoy me, Sharon tried to broker the piece between us but I wasn't interested and Tiffany made no indication she had any interest in it either. Okay, back to Jason; "Jason, just so you know," I started and shifted a little in my chair. He smirked at me with this knowing look, like he saw this coming, but I doubt he was anticipating everything I was getting ready to tell him. "I'm still involved with someone." I said in a very calm, but serious tone and voice. "Well that's a big let down, so is this just a 'friends' only talk?" he asked, although I don't think my declaration had his full attention yet, he still seemed distracted by my body, more like his gaze was repeatedly drifting to my breasts and my cleavage at the moment. "I don't know Jason, do you think you can only be friends with a girl?" I asked in a stern way that kind of caught him off guard. And isn't my question really the hinge that makes or breaks allot of relationships between guys and girls, most guys can't stay friends with an attractive girl for very long. "I think so, well I can try." He sighed and I smiled a little, "but your boyfriend, the other someone in this mix, won't he mind? Or maybe that's the point in all of this?" I looked down at my lap and smiled, brushed out the wrinkles in my shorts (ha! fat chance there, most of my clothes are permanently wrinkled) I look back up at Jason, "I don't think my girlfriend will mind that we are friends." That's a big fat lie, Nikki was pissed off. He did something that was kind of cute and funny, he blinked a couple of times and shook his head just barely, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, or ears in this case. "Your girlfriend?" Jason leaned forward a little bit with raised eyebrows, his attractive face still frozen in genuine surprise. I couldn't suppress a faint smile out of the corner of my mouth and nodded 'yes', "My girlfriend" I simply repeated. Jason quickly recovered and was actually full of allot of questions, but I was fairly guarded about my relationship with Nikki, but still the conversation really seemed to take off once we got past all the awkward first moments. Jason was very smart, well versed in current affairs and had strong beliefs, which was good because it added a spark to our relationship in that he wasn't afraid to argue with me over stuff. And finally yes, I admit there was a certain sexual chemistry between us; I was really attracted to him. Oddly enough, it turned out that he was less experienced then I was (Hard to imagine given my conservative dating experiences.) The first time Jason came by to pick me up, so that we could hang-out as friends (he tried hard to restrain himself, but he was always putting the moves on me). "Do you mind if we stop off somewhere first?" Jason asked as we pulled away from the curb of my Townhouse. "Sure, where?" I asked while adjusting a form fitting skirt I had chosen, dumb move on my part, it was kind of short and Jason couldn't take his eyes off my legs from the moment he saw me. Also, I was forced to wear the ever dreaded g- string because it was so tight and short (coming down about mid thigh) but oh well. So it's late in the afternoon and the sun is setting as he just says he wants to show me something, hmmm, a nice surprise...it better be a pleasant surprise! But my mind really started to spin when we pulled into a long row of self- storage units, big ones too, with those big pull down doors that were easily two to three times the height of your average garage door on a house. So he stops the truck and starts to get out, I follow in kind, watching cautiously, wondering what in the hell is he going to show me. "Look, it's no big deal." He starts with a silly smile. "You don't have dead bodies in there do you?" I half jokingly ask to which he laughs aloud. "No, no, nothing of the sort. But Corbin I do have a hobby and while I am not obsessed with it, I do spend a good deal of time participating." "Well show me already!" I wave my right hand to the door which he proceeds to unlock and give a firm tug before the big metal frame of a door creeks and begins to roll up. Finally, the dimming light of the late afternoon sun revealed...a car. That's it, a car, oh it was a white car, isn't this exciting! "It's a car." I shrug, trying to act relaxed because I was wondering if he thought I was going to freak out or something. Big deal, guys and cars are nothing new. "It's a race car!" He smiles and points proudly. Ohhhhkkkkayyyyy, he's looking pretty pumped about his little pride and joy so let me take a closer look at this 'CAR'. Well, first thing I noticed what that it had big fatty tires on the rear and skinny one's up front, it looked like the body of a mustang (oh that and it said 'Mustang' on the inside dash, I should be a detective!). I strolled into the large garage and tried to look interested as I surveyed this hunk of metal, meanwhile Jason quickly walked up behind me and flipped a switch on the wall and a couple of big flood lights in the ceiling came on. I guess it was at this moment I decided to have some fun at his expense; "So you're into that round track kind of racing?" I glance over at him and stare dumbfounded while waving a finger in the air, making a circular motion. "What?" He kind of mumbles in response his smile starts to fade. "You know, NASCAR stuff." I shrug and smile a little. I could tell he was going thru some kind of self torture as he figured out how to correct me without offending me, poor guy, but you have to understand it's easy for women to mess with you guys. "No, it's not that, it's drag racing." He says in a kind of awkward manner and I just smile. "Jason..." "Yeah?" He sighs. "I know! I was just teasing!" I walk over and gently push him on the shoulder. So anyway, here I am trying to navigate around this garage, which is filled with all sorts of odd car parts and junk (important stuff to him, but it was always junk to me) and I know if I even come within a hair's width of anything in this place I'll wind up with a big grease stain on my legs, skirt or shirt. Wow, I really sound like a girly-girl now! So by now I've made my way around to the driver's side door and peer in, looks kind of impressive I have to admit with all these big gauges and funky switches lining the center console and how could I not miss the metal cage that weaved it's way around the interior. Anyway, you have to understand that as I write this I do recall much of the 'lingo' from dating Jason and I'll try to do his hobby justice, because after awhile I truly respected the courage and knowledge it took to handle that machine. "Get in." He said, and he said it with some authority which for some reason kind of turned me on, I don't know why but it did. "Lift on the handle there." Here pointed and I did. If was kind of exciting having him tell me what to do as I trusted his knowledge and instructions. But let me tell you, climbing into that freaking thing was a pain in MY ASS, I had to figure out how to navigate my right leg into the foot well, my butt over a part of that roll cage, and get into that seat without my skirt riding up to my crotch, not to mention the short heels I had on. But I managed somehow. Wow, I guess I did get a bit of a rush sitting there, putting my hands on that wheel with all of those instruments at my fingertips, I had never seen a guy look so proud and excited as he looked at me behind the wheel of his race car. "You look great behind the wheel, maybe you should race it one day." "Don't tempt me unless your prepare to back it up." I said with a smile and my fists firmly griped the wheel. I must admit it felt pretty confining and claustrophobic being in that snug seat with all of that metal closing in around me, and yet at the same time, it felt safe...how odd. So I look up, well that's not entirely accurate, I gave this sultry glance upward and asked; "Aren't you going to buckle me up?" Why I asked that I don't know, I think part of me was still messing with his mind and another part wanting to flirt. (What the hell am I doing! This is wrong! My subconscious scolded me, don't mess with this guys head, you still with Nikki!) Poor Jason, he sort of froze and hesitated, he didn't fully grasp that flirting thing I was doing with him because I had kept him at arms length for a couple of weeks now. He squatted down next to the seat, "You want me to buckle you..." "Strap me in." I said and kept my intense stare going, one he couldn't maintain in return and blushed while I observed his nice brown eyes darting around. I then did something very provocative and I think shocking to not only myself, but Jason as well. I raised my arms as he reached in to grab the several straps, one over each shoulder and one from the left and right side of my waist, but it was the last strap, the one that lay on the seat and between my legs that stressed him out the most. As I indicated I had a short skirt on, and very lady like I had my knees pressed together, but then I did something very forward and I spread my thighs apart while I reached down to hunch up my skirt a little, which in turn exposed my pink-panty covered crotch. But that's also the reality of it, if I wanted to be fully buckled into a five point harness, I had to spread my legs apart for the last strap to hook into that circular thing where all five belts come together. (Yeah I know, pink underwear? Pink? Yuck! But Sharon was the reason behind that, she always encouraged me to wear pink more often.) Anyway, poor guy, he was breathing a little harder now and I got a little excited as his hand brushed against my inner thighs to pull the strap up and clip it to my waist. I was emotionally and sexually unraveling, weeks of longing for Nikki and all those tempting moments, that combined with our escalating arguments left me in a very reckless frame of mind. With Jason there was no baggage, no history, no worries, I felt that warmth spread between my legs, while a guilt formed a knot in my stomach, guilt for leading Jason on behind Nikki's back. He couldn't take his eyes off my underwear and the more he stared the more aroused I got...yeah I felt a bit vulnerable and very exposed...but damn the moment was more intense. I was getting moist down below, I halfway expected him to touch me down there, good god what the hell had gotten into me! He glanced up and saw me watching him, he blushed and looked very nervous. So let me get this straight, I'm the one strapped into the car...sitting there with my legs slightly spread apart as this guy is gawking at my slightly exposed crotch. But he's the more nervous one! "You beautiful Corbin, and you smell so nice, I've never met anyone like you." He whispers inches from my face, but doesn't make a move. I told you people I would be doing allot of initiating in this relationship. Finally he got up enough courage to lean in a few more inches and kiss me, and I let him, and kiss we did! It was a very sensual kiss, very deep if you get my drift, including a great deal of heavy breathing on both our parts. His left hand moved down and gripped my bare right thigh, something he had been wanting to do all day. When we finally parted after stopping and then restarting the kiss several times, I did finally close my legs. I doubt he could see, but I was getting very aroused and the thin pair of panties did probably very little to conceal or absorb that fact. He was extremely cute as he went to lean back and stand up, adjusting his pants to hide his now obvious erection, well, it looks like a newly formed bulge down there to me! :) An awkward, but fun silence ensued as he helped me get out of the car. Don't misunderstand for a moment, I could have easily climbed in and out but I was trying to be RESERVED and lady like with the revealing skirt I had on. Although I did just purposively flash him a few minutes ago. So back into his truck as I was quickly repairing my smeared lipstick. "Nice car." I said, thinking he would like the compliment. "Huh?" He just quickly glanced over (Hehe, guess he forgot all about his prized car). "Nice car." I slowly said and turned to him with a smile. He just blushed and put the truck in 'drive'. I was more reserved the rest of the night as we went out to dinner and danced, but then as if someone had choreographed the moment, the next song segued into "Lonely Sinking Feeling" by Cowboy Junkies. A rather sad song, but that's okay, it suited us. We held each other and I knew I would end up breaking his heart in the end, that I should not have kissed him or be dancing with him right now. Nothings ever easy I think sometimes. But more on that junk later...........I'm tired and it's time for bed.32_My_Story