High School

5

Corbin

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I look at men and I look at women, I check out both sexes because I am 
attracted to 'people'. So what does that make me? CONFUSED!!! HAHAHAHA!! 
:) *Aghem*...well, I thought that was funny.
 
I never saw the film 'Catwoman'.  Now I don't know anything about comic books 
nor what the deal with this story is, or suppose to be about, but it looks 
retarded. This leads me to a compliant of mine, once again you have an 
actor/actress claiming they do 'a lot' of their own stunts (yeah sure, falling 
back on thick mats doesn't count honey!). Take one soon to be washed up actress, 
sex her up in a bikini/cat-costume and you have allot of stupid executives 
hoping for a big smash on their hands. However, they just don't' get it, no one 
wants to see a sexy Catwoman...people want to see a STRONG woman that can really 
kick ass! Besides, allot of these action films require no real acting depth, so 
what's with the big name Hollywood actors? Just use the stunt doubles for 
everything.
 
I'm critical of all action films, for example I enjoyed the Bourne Supremacy 
(Matt Damon has *IT* you know what I mean :), well maybe you guys don't 
understand. Great actor, great action star and Again he has *IT*. Brad Pitt had 
*IT* in Fight Club (yeah a girl can like Fight Club, although I know it's 
suppose to be a guy flick).
 
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What I couldn't know, was that while I tried to make the most of my leisurely 
drive it took only a few phone calls later for word to spread; "I had kicked 
Taylor's ass in the women's locker room." depending on what version you heard 
that is. It's seems that Janet's recollection of events had taken on a life of 
their own, giving flight to rumors and speculation about 'why' two girls that 
had no prior history would suddenly go at one another.
 
Although I was on my way over to Sharon's, I was in no mood to answer questions 
over the cell phone and ultimately shut it off. I suspected she already knew by 
the number of times she tried calling me, that's how quick things can spread. In 
fact, my sub conscious was already browbeating me to death, 'You dope! You 
idiot! I can't believe you got into a fight! You're in trouble now!'

I felt scared and insecure as I trudged towards the front of Sharon's house, I 
was actually admiring how peaceful it was outside, trying to take my mind off of 
how I just wrecked my whole life. But the serene moment was totally disrupted 
when Sharon's front door yanked open. Sharon had this 'Oh shit' expression on 
her face, either because of what she had already heard or how I looked. I know, 
decked out in my running shorts, sports bra and I had some tell tale signs that 
I had been in a fight, with my hair a mess and all, well it's always a mess so I 
guess it's no big deal.
 
"Oh my god! Are you all right?!" Sharon reached out grabbing my hand. I stared 
blankly as my arm was pulled straight out before me, Sharon's blue eyes focusing 
on my knuckles and fingers. Feeling another slight tug from Sharon I allowed 
myself to be pulled across the threshold and into the house. "I just heard!" 
Sharon's voice turned soft and concerning 'Wow, Sharon really looks concerned 
for me.' I thought.
 
"Am I what?" I suddenly snapped too attention, my reaction a little delayed.
 
"Are you okay?" Sharon lowered her voice.
 
"Oh yeah, I'm fine" I said almost casually, even giving a shrug of casualness 
to the whole thing.
 
"But the blood?" Sharon leaned into my hand for closer inspection and a few 
faint droplets that speckled my left forearm.
 
"Oh, it's okay, it's not mine." I replied, "Look Sharon, I was just driving 
around and hope you don't mind."
 
"Mind!? I've been trying to call you non stop! Where have you been!" Quickly 
Sharon reached around and closed the large oak door and returned to inspecting 
my hand shaking her head in despair, "Come with me!" as she reassuringly gripped 
my wrist and lead me thru her parent's large house and up to her room upstairs, 
but I wasn't even paying much attention, I just followed along.
 
"Wait a second, you heard already?" I suddenly said, finally catching up with 
Sharon's comment, "Word spreads that fast!" I shook my head in disbelief.
 
"Oh yeah, I just got off the phone with Rachel, what in the hell happened!" 
Finally we were in Sharon's room and she closed the door, guiding me into the 
bathroom, which must have stretched out for about twenty feet in length, at 
least.
 
"Damn Sharon, this your bathroom? It's almost as big as my entire bedroom" 
Shaking my head in amazement. I had only briefly been in Sharon's house a few 
times, but this was the first time in the girl's private bathroom.
 
"Big?" Sharon just laughed as I pulled up a chair from her cosmetic counter and 
sat in front of the sink.

"I'm already running out of room!"
 
'God, what a brat' I thought to myself, almost smiling as I rolled my eyes.
I just sat with an odd grin, somewhat dazzled by the lavish attention. One of 
the things I really dug about Sharon was that the girl had 'spunk' maybe even a 
bit of an 'attitude' and wasn't afraid to get in my face and tease me, nor would 
she back down, no matter the odds stacked against her. Definitely something I 
didn't expect from such a high-society, primping Cheerleader. Leaning forward, I 
had folded my left arm along the edge of the sink to give my head a place to 
rest as I watched Sharon gently wash and clean my forearm, hand and fingers. "I 
am definitely getting into this pampering deal." I said, feeling my muscles in 
my neck and back slowly begin to relax for the first time all day.
 
"Yeah well, don't expect this treatment all the time and I don't do this for 
just anyone." Sharon smiled looking up from her diligent work. 

The lighthearted banter lifted my spirits a little, but I looked down in the 
sink as the memories vividly drifted back to what had happened; "Damn Sharon." I 
sighed, but then I felt the gentle touch of Sharon's left hand stroke the top of 
my head making it difficult to keep my emotions in check and I tilted my head 
off to the side to pull myself together. The warm touch of my left forearm 
against my cheek felt comforting, "Just so you know, because I don't know what 
you've been told, I did hit Taylor so I'm probably going to get into allot of 
trouble." I sighed as I stared blankly at the tile floor until I felt a little 
more in control of myself, specifically my emotions.
 
Sharon froze, then slowly kneeled down and reached out to pull my 
head onto her right shoulder, "It's okay" Sharon softly said. At first, I 
stiffened, I wasn't used to such coddling and then remembered how nice it must 
have felt when I was the one consoling her that day in the locker room. It did 
feel comforting as Sharon gently hugged and stroked the back of my head, I even 
smiled a little.
 
'Okay, pull it together.' I told myself and I took a few deep breaths. "Thanks 
Sharon." I said and swallowed hard.

"What the hell!?" Sharon gasped suddenly, my eyes flicked wide open as Sharon 
leaned over, her left hand began touching parts of my arm and shoulder, "What 
the fuck!" She spat, tracing the outlines of several red marks and some slight 
bruises. Her touch sent a warm tingle thru my body as sharp fingernails grazed 
several sore spots, it hurt some, but the effect was exciting at the same time. 
"Did she do that?" Sharon asked, "That bitch! You just wait, she just started 
Something,"
 
"Hey!" I looked up, "Leave it alone please!"
 
Sharon pulled away looking annoyed and defiantly placed her hands on her hips, 
"But, how can you...we...just do nothing?"
 
"Come on Sharon, enough already." I forced a smile, unexpectedly I saw 
her left hand reach out to pluck a few hairs away from my forehead and eyes.
 
"Guess your right." I moved my right hand back to the sink and submerged it back 
into the cool water as I felt Sharon's left hand linger. "Ewww, you're all 
sweaty and sticky." A comical smile lit up Sharon's face.
 
I looked back down at the rippling water in the sink and turned my head so my 
chin came to rest on my folded arm, and for a few seconds I watched as my 
fingers playfully flicked the water causing ripples to float out and bounce back 
from the porcelain sides. "That bothers you? Me being all hot and sweaty?" I 
daringly tried to continue with our line of bantering.
 
I guess not one to back down from a verbal challenge, Sharon just flips her 
brown hair over her left shoulder, "Maybe, then again, maybe not."
 
But that was about it for I and didn't follow up with any reply, instead I 
slowly leaned away from the sink reaching for a towel hanging nearby; "No! Not 
those!" Sharon pipes up urgently "They're my mom's good ones for decoration 
only, she would kill me, here use these!" And she quickly reached into a 
recessed shelf and pulled a white towel down.
 
"Decoration? That's too much Sharon." I just shook my head looking down as I 
dried off my hand. "Decorative towels." I whispered to myself again. "Well," I 
sighed getting ready to stand up, "I guess I better get home and get all this 
sticky, sweaty stuff off." I was always self-conscious of making a nuisance of 
myself.
 
"No, wait. You can shower here and then you could stay for dinner! And spend the 
night even!" Sharon got a really enthusiastic look on her face, she seemed 
really proud of herself.
 
"I don't know Sharon, I might mess your bathroom up, you know, accidentally 
use one of your decorative towels." I shook my head and smiled teasingly.
 
"Ha-Ha, very funny, I'm being serious and you're making fun of me." Sharon 
folded her arms and pushed her bottom lip out to make a sad pouting expression.
 
"Also! I didn't bring a change of clothes." I shrugged my shoulders sure that 
was a good enough excuse to get back home. Not that I wanted to, but there was 
still some uneasiness in our friendship that I was unable to resolve, some voice 
in the back of my head that kept echoing the words of my friends, warning me to 
be weary of Sharon as a friend. But Sharon had suddenly exited the bathroom and 
started sorting thru some of her drawers pulling out some shirts and shorts. 
"That's okay! I got plenty of stuff you can wear, were about the same height, 
seriously! Take the shower and then we can hang out and stuff, it will be really 
cool. It's the weekend!"
 
I felt bad enough as it is, to totally reject Sharon's kindness might send her 
into another emotional tizzy, exhaling a deep sigh I finally looked up and 
smiled, "I'll have to call my folks and let them know." speaking in my quiet, 
shy tone and turned away closing the bathroom door behind me.
 
I felt the instant relief as the hot water rained down on my face, neck and back 
as I turned to study the display of shampoos, conditioners, and body washes 
Sharon had collected about the shelf. "This girl is unreal." muttering to 
myself, spitting out a stream of water that I had caught in my mouth from the 
overhead shower. I, like most women, liked to occasionally indulge in nice, 
expensive products for myself, but Sharon was taking this to a new art form. 
Deciding to have a little fun, I then proceeded to flip open the caps 
and sample each of them. Grabbing a small sponge off the ledge, I squirted a 
stream of blue liquid onto the pad, my rusty French did a poor job of 
deciphering what the label actually said, "But it smells damn good." I said 
smiling to myself. My left hand reached back and pulled aside my long blonde 
hair that was wetly plastered along my neck and back, pulling the strands over 
my left shoulder, in fact my hair was allot longer then I really liked. My right 
hand came up and placed the soft sponge against the back of my tight neck 
muscles and squeezed, the bluish-white foam came to life between my fingers as 
the pellets of water drove into my flexing, knotted back muscles. The fingers of 
my left hand reached around and began to rub and probe against my shoulder and 
neck, attempting to loosen and massage out some of the tension while the soap 
suds slithered down the channel of muscles that lined my spine until they 
collected at the small of my back. Turning until my back was exposed to the full 
force of the showerhead, the sponge left a soapy trail over my right shoulder as 
I massaged the lather under my chin and the upper part of my chest. Quickly I 
replaced the pad to its original resting place and then interlocked my fingers, 
cupping my palms against my abdominal muscles to catch the trail of soap and 
water flowing down my shoulders and breasts. With each hand now armed with an 
abundance of white soapy lather, I proceeded to cup each of my breasts, almost 
filling my hands beyond capacity. I was an early bloomer and was at one point 
worried my breasts may grow to be too cumbersome to fully enjoy sports. As it 
was, their size still required my sports bras to press a bit tighter then normal 
to keep them from moving around too much, a lesson I learned when I first took 
up jogging only to have some chaffing and bruising appear. My fingers continued 
their upward, semi-circular motions, working the slippery soap under and over my 
chest. Looking down with some satisfaction as I placed the palms of my hands on 
the outside of my breasts and watched the inner wet cleavage swell. Well, well, 
well, no surprise to see my nipples at full attention. 

Shaking the moment from my head, I moved down my stomach and propped my left 
foot up on the edge of the tub to wash inner thighs, eventually working my soapy 
fingers into my blonde pubic hairs. I made several turns in front of the spray 
of water to quickly rinse the soap from my body and hair before shutting it 
down. Unfamiliar with the layout of the bathroom, I carefully slipped my legs 
from behind the shower curtain feeling my way onto the soft bath mat, 
grabbing for one of the 'approved' towels to dry the water from my body. 
Wrapping the towel about my midsection, I pulled another off the nearby shelf to 
vigorously dry out my hair, but stopped mid way as I catch sight of my waded up 
clothes; "Damn" Suddenly realizing that not having a change of clothing also 
meant I didn't have something else and slowly reached down, pulling my sweat 
soaked panties and bra from the pile before releasing my thump and index finger 
allowing them to drop back to the floor, "Just great".
 
"Uhm, Sharon, I have a little problem." I peaked thru the door.
 
"What? Oh, that time of the month? No biggie, there are..."
 
"No, not that, but uhm..." I look around the room as if making sure the coast 
is clear.
 
"What?" Sharon cocks her head to one side perplexed.
 
"Do you have a clean pair of underwear I could borrow?" I don't know why, but I 
could feel my face turning a little pink with embarrassment.
 
"No, all mine are dirty, in fact I don't wash any of my panties." Sharon's a-
matter-of-fact statement and serious expression caused me to stare dumbfounded.
"I'm joking!" Sharon laughed and jumped off the bed, walking over to her 
dresser. I hesitated, looking at the pink cotton underwear held out before me.
"Hey! I don't have cooties and they've been thru the wash!" Sharon looked a 
little irritated and before I could respond she spun around and headed back to 
the dresser, "Fine, don't wear any!"
 
"Okay! Alright, give them here." I sighed and snatched them from her hand. 
Sharon stopped and spun around, noticing that I was still standing with my head 
poking out of the door, "What, what's wrong now?"
 
"Maybe a bra too?" I asked in a somewhat meek manner to which Sharon smiles 
and slowly heads back over to her dresser, pulling out a bra, which was again, 
pink. (You must be kidding, talk about girly girl, feminine.) I paused and 
studied the bra and checked the size, "Never mind" I sighed and stuck my arm 
out to hand it back.
 
Sharon had just sat back down on the edge of my bed when I let out a sigh, 
"What? What's wrong now!"
 
"I'll go without" I mumbled.
 
"Why?" Sharon insisted as she stood up and walked over.
 
"Nothing"
 
"No, tell me" Sharon demanded, looking a little irritated.
 
"A little too small." I said in the least offending tone I could.
 
"What? I beg your pardon?" Sharon leaned back and placed her hands on her 
hips thrusting her chest out.
 
"Mine are almost as big as yours, thank you very much!" Sharon sneered.
 
"Almost, is the key word Sharon, it's no big deal, it will just cause my 
breasts to bunch up a little and that's kind of uncomfortable". I watched 
Sharon's jaw flex several times as her upper and lower lips pressed together, 
moving overtop of one another as if I was smearing lipstick between her lips, 
but in a very agitated manner.
 
I smiled in a hesitant, cautious manner at Sharon's attitude and pulled away to 
shut the Door. I pulled back the loose strands of blonde hair from my face and 
unhooked the front of the towel, revealing my damp, body to the mirror. Looking 
at my reflection I started to see the payoff from working out so hard in the 
gym. Starting with my washboard abs as I put my hands on my hips, my eyes 
started to roam, looking for any residuals signs of my fight with Taylor earlier 
that day. There was a faint bruising on my biceps and back, but nothing much 
more; I admit, I get off looking at myself in the mirror, privately! Watching my 
muscles tighten and twist as I swiveled my hips and shoulders. I had totally 
forgotten about the underwear thing till I went to slip them on, 'Pink, and with 
a small heart sewn onto the front, are you kidding me!' I shook my head, how 
retarded. But then I hesitated and leaned in, taking a quick sniff and smiled, 
'nice' I noted, not able to place the aroma, but obviously Sharon had chosen a 
'light' tropical scented fragrance for her drawer and I found that very 
appealing. 'I'll have to find out what scent this is' as I slowly slipped my 
legs into them and pulled the waistband firmly up over the curve of my hips.

Sharon's dark blue shorts were another problem in themselves, while they were 
loose fitting on Sharon, even with her nicely toned legs, they were very, very 
snug around my more defined thighs. It wasn't until I was standing there in the 
same shorts did I truly realize how muscular my legs really were. I wasn't self 
conscious at all, but impressed, and I must admit they made me look incredibly 
sexy. But nothing compared to how the white tank top looked on me, stretched 
against my bare chest, and the noticeable way my nipples made imprints on the 
front of the thin cotton material.
 
"Shit." I whispered to myself and hunched my shoulders forward to try and make 
the impression of my nipples disappear, but no such luck, 'Oh well, screw it, 
you're not going out anyway' I sighed.
 
I sheepishly strolled out into the room, sort of clutching my waded up clothes 
to my chest. Sharon looked me over and her expression sort of dropped, like a 
frown.
 
"What's wrong? Still clutching my damp gym clothes against my chest as I 
looked on with concern.
 
"Damn, you look better in my clothes then I do." Sharon complained.
 
I raised my hand as if I was going to throw my wadded up clothes at her, "Oh, 
Shut up!" I smiled, my face turning red. The more I thought about it, the more I 
was uncomfortable in these shorts and shirt, the shorts were ridding up my butt 
and my nipples were still at full attention, very evident I had no bra on.

"Hey Sharon, you have something bigger, like a pair of baggy sweats and another 
shirt?" I huffed, clutching my dirty clothes back up to my chest in modesty.

"Fine by me." She snapped and bounced off the bed, "Here are some frumpy, dumpy 
clothes for you to wear," going thru her closet, "At least now I don't have to 
look at that body of yours in MY clothes, I getting an inferiority complex!" She 
shoved the clothes under my chin, but her serious expression told me she was no 
longer joking.

'Wow' I thought, Sharon is definitely one of those girls that has allot of pride 
in her looks, and why not, she's gorgeous.

"Thank you," I said softly, "Sharon, I'm nothing special, you're the beautiful 
one." Did those words just leave my mouth? Okay, no big deal, I'm just trying to 
be nice. But it must have had an overpowering effect on my friend, her entire 
face went soft and she smiled her beautiful smile.

"Thanks Corbin, you're so sweet to me, even when I'm being a bitch." After I 
took the clothes out of her outstretched hand she then stroked my left cheek a 
few times tenderly and that I think caught us both off guard. She pulled her 
hand away and nervously fidgeted, then her tone got serious and her smile faded, 
Sharon then lowered her head with a serious look, "Corbin, stop downplaying your 
looks, you're a stunning girl, and I do mean disgustingly stunning, especially 
in the body department."

When I saw how serious she was, how sincere she was, I just squeaked out a weak 
"Thank you." and then my dear readers, I started to cry, "That's so nice of you 
to say." 

"Oh baby, come here." Sharon hugged me tight and stroked the back of my hair as 
I cried on her shoulder. I really had been holding allot of emotions check for 
so long that I just let it all out right there on the spot.

I reappeared from the bathroom in a pair of baggy gray sweats, and loose fitting 
night shirt, "AHH, much better I sighed."

Sharon was beaming a big smile at me and padded a place on the edge of the bed 
next to her, I cautiously sat down. Sharon then sprung from the bed and grabbed 
her hairbrush off the nightstand and crawled around on the bed behind me, while 
I watched with some degree of suspicion.
 
"What?" I asked.
 
"I am going to do your hair! Now sit still!" Sharon said with a smile. She 
loved primping herself, hell for that matter, primping anyone that would 
let her.
 
"There is nothing wrong with my hair!" I protested almost getting up but 
Sharon reached up and gripped my shoulder, pulling me back.

"No there isn't, you have beautiful hair, but just trust me and let me get the 
tangles out for right now and then I'll work my magic!"
 
"Oh no" I sighed.
 
"Oh YES!" Sharon gleefully responded. I felt her shifting around behind me as 
she scooted up as close to my back as possible. I was now leaning forward a bit, 
but I still felt uneasy and couldn't figure out if Sharon was just one of those 
physically flirty girl's or what. Also, for whatever reason, I let Sharon get 
away with these bold touches which I never allowed anyone to do, but I guess 
allot of my concerns were getting soothed as Sharon began to pull back and run 
the brush gently thru my strands.
 
"You have good taste." Sharon mused from behind me, putting her nose close to 
my hair, picking up the scent of her own shampoo I surmised.
 
"Do you mind, telling me everything that happened?" She suddenly 
asked. I knew Sharon had a right to know, but I really didn't feel like 
rehashing it all. I tried to tell her everything I could with as 
little detail as possible; but it didn't help that much when I finally got to 
the last few minutes of the fight. To Sharon's credit, there were no 
interruptions or prying for more graphic information, maybe because it just blew 
her away that anyone would put themselves on the line like that for her. Or was 
it for her? Maybe it was a combination of her and me...I don't know.
 
"Damn, you really punched Taylor?" Sharon made the statement, more out of self 
realization and not with the expectation that I should answer.
 
"Yeah, her nose started to bleed" I shrugged.
 
Discreetly, Sharon put the brush down and wrapped her arms around the front of 
my stomach, locking her fingers together and gave me a firm squeeze, "Mmmm..." 
She sighed, "...your pretty strong, nice muscles." she sighed. I was blushing at 
the compliment and maybe should have said thanks, but my tongue was all tied up 
by then.
 
"You know, no one has ever done anything like that for me. Thanks for standing 
up for me, that makes twice now." Quickly, impulsively, I felt her push a few 
strands of my hair aside and kiss the back of my neck. Amazingly, I didn't 
react or freak out, well, I did react but not like 'Eww! Stop kissing me!' 
but more on a subconscious level as Sharon kept those soft lips of hers against 
the back of my neck for a lingering few seconds.

'Oh no.' my eyes suddenly snapped open when my crotch spasmed a little and I 
knew that feeling, 'Shit...but wait...she can't read my mind...it's cool...just 
be cool.' I quickly thought. More like I needed to cool down!
 
Sharon, being the smooth one, played off the kiss by slowly starting to comb 
thru my hair once again, although her strokes were a bit more frantic and 
nervous. I turned my head just a bit so Sharon could see me smile, letting her 
know that everything was 'okay', I really didn't know what else to do and I 
guess I wanted to let her know I wasn't offended by her teasing. But maybe that 
was a mistake because as I was soon to learn, if you give Sharon an into to play 
with, she takes a yard. 

A faint buzz from downstairs distracted me, "What's that?"
 
"My room's over the garage, that's the automatic door opening. I think 
my mom's home."
 
"Your mom?" I repeated frantically as if we had both just been caught doing 
something naughty. A wave of disappointment passed over our faces as we slowly 
crawled off the bed, the private moment between us quickly evaporated.
 
"Come on, I want you to meet I mom!" Sharon said proudly and took me by the 
hand. Sharon's mom was already in the kitchen, laying her highly polished 
expensive briefcase on the large kitchen table that made up the breakfast area. 
Sorting thru several pieces of mail she looked up and saw us both enter the 
kitchen.
 
"Mom, I want you to meet Corbin, she's my new best friend." Sharon smiled and 
draped her arm over my shoulder, leaning into me slightly she then paused and 
looked to my left, "Make that my best friend." Sharon reiterated. I lowered my 
head and burned a slight red of embarrassment for a second and looked back up.
 
Sharon's mother was extremely beautiful, like Sharon, well dressed in her 
expensive business suit.

"Nice to meet you Corbin. Well, your dad's working late again, and Margaret has 
the night off, so it's going to be a night of 'Takeout', is Corbin staying for 
dinner? And where's your brother he never let's me know where he is!"
 
"Yep! Corbin is staying, and looser can't find his way out of his own room so 
he's probably lost again." Sharon said.

"Sharon don't talk like that, its bad manners to call your brother names." 

"Who's your friend?" I heard the boy's voice call out from behind. This was my 
first introduction to Sharon's younger brother Billy, a nice kid that had a 
crush on me from the moment we were first introduced. 


  
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