My Story 40
By Corbin
How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman.

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"Recent medical research into the secrets of biology confirms what we always 
knew: that women are tougher, stronger and lustier than anyone ever thought. Our 
challenge is to surpass these expectations!"
		-Jennie Chua 

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So how about I share some of the social dynamics that go on behind the scenes at 
my gym?

I know that I briefly mentioned in one of my prior rants that there is the 
'Anti-Corbin League' where I am a member. Well, it's really just a very small, 
loose knit organization of guys and girls, but I still like the above title, 
it adds an element of drama to it all. Actually, it's all pretty funny, 
but let me sort things out and I'm sure you'll get a good chuckle out of it, I 
know I do:

1.) Just because you happen to be into lifting (guy or girl), as I am, does not 
make us sudden acquaintances and/or friends. Nor do I want to spot you on a 
REGULAR basis, and no I don't want you spotting me and no I don't want to stand 
around swapping stories about exercise routines or diets. This attitude of mine 
has caused some tension between myself and several 'regulars' at the gym.

2.) Just because YOUR group is the 'perceived' in-crowd-click of fit, 
attractive, young people to run with, that does not mean I want to be a part of 
it. And yep, you guessed it, that very group I just mentioned is the central 
core of those that dislike me the most, mostly over the fact that I wouldn't pal 
around, or date, or hang out with 'said' people. They are not bad people, 
some are pretty smart and accomplished, but their attitude and 
behavior in the gym leaves a lot to be desired, besides, I'm there to exercise 
not socialize, or show-off, or flirt. I let *them* know that in less then 
cordial ways, so I think they have bruised egos.

3.) Now try and follow this next one: When I snub a guy that did NOT ask out 
some other girl who has a crush on him, THAT girl and her friends now give me 
evil glares and gossip behind my back at the gym. It's called jealousy and that 
makes them sub-affiliates of the 'Anti-Corbin League'. Good grief, got all that?

4.) Most members try and get in-and-out of the gym for simple regular workouts, 
thank god, those people I get along with. 

5.) Just because you are a guy who is in great shape and loves women who are in 
great shape, does not mean that I will allow you to muscle worship me. In fact, 
you guys are THE LAST I WOULD EVER ALLOW. I like men that are shy and humble.

All I ask is an hour or two of peace for working out, well okay, maybe I threw a 
little attitude back in the face of some people more then I should. But look, 
when I'm on a stair machine, busting my ass, sweat rolling out of my body, and 
some guy (yes attractive at times) comes right up to me and starts 
chatting/flirting with me, I don't like that. I drop bomb-shell hints like not 
removing my earphones/plugs while he was talking, maybe rude but I can't open 
the door to conversation even a little, it would just start a tidal wave if I 
started to give off the persona of being approachable. Sure that gets me 
labeled as severely stuck-up/arrogant/self centered...okay, you get it, whatever 
floats your little boat to call me.

And no doubt I've been short and nasty with folks who stand/sit around and chit 
chat on equipment or who do not re-rack weights in the right order. I mean fuck 
almighty, how hard is it to but the 65 lb dumbbells on the rack that is labeled 
65lbs!!! It doesn't go back onto the 10 lb rack!!!! But these lazy, dimwits just 
place it down on the nearest rack available, sometimes leaving them on the floor 
to trip over. I even bitched at the manager to expel these repeat offenders, yet 
I'm the one that gets in trouble for confronting other members..."It's not your 
job Corbin, go get one of the employee's and they will handle it."

I'm not all that complex a person, or so I think ;) You know, just your standard 
temperamental, flaky, inconsistent woman. Being attractive, blonde, a bit busty 
and very athletic has NOT gone to my head in the slightest bit. 

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David called me a few days after the party, he must be under the impression that 
some of my flirting at the party overruled what I told him verbally. That's not 
surprising allot of guys suffer from this ailment, so again he was asking for a 
date or alluding to wanting me to come over so he could 'appreciate' my muscles. 
Guys are very persistent and some girls cave to those persistent pressures, but 
I had no hesitation about getting ugly and rude in order to make it clear that 
when I say "No thank you" what I really am saying is "BACK OFF LOSER OR EAT A 
KNUCKLE SANDWICH!"

:)

But I cut David some slack, Sharon and I had known him for years, going all the 
way back to High School, but as I indicated he wasn't dating material because 
there was no *real* spark between us. I said "No" very clearly this time and he 
got the message and understood that our little banter at the party was a one 
time thing, overall David's a good guy and more men could learn from his 
manners.

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It had only been about a month since Sharon and Paul split up and my little  
voice warned me not to read too much into Sharon's words, the way she would  
always taunt me, more so then normal. My guts felt like they were in constant  
upheaval because I was walking around the Townhouse with this vibe that Sharon 
was developing these icky feelings for me. I alternated between wanting to 
vomit, or jumping under my covers to finger myself to an orgasm while 
fantasizing about us being together. 

I never felt uneasy about my feelings for Nikki, everything with her 
felt...uhm...normal and natural is the best way to describe it.
 
I submit the following evidence where Sharon was concerned; Whenever just the 
two of us were in the house I observed a significant shift in how Sharon 
dressed. Her attire became extremely reveling and provocative, the total 
opposite of what she would wear in public. Yes, Sharon enjoyed wearing sexy 
attire at times, but I felt like she was taking it to the extreme by putting on 
her 'short' shorts, the kind that easily ride up into one's crotch and ass.  I 
felt like every time she got off the couch or whatever, she was flashing me on 
purpose.
  
I could never visualize Sharon and I making that romantic connection for some 
reason, I just didn't think she would ever 'swing' that way, It's not like I 
have allot of experience, Nikki being my only 'girlfriend' up until now and we 
were both deep in the closet as well.  
 
So here it is: Sharon tried to seduce me, yep, my straight-as-an-arrow, never  
gave another women a second glance friend.

How, when, where...all those are easily answered. It's the "Why" that I get hung  
up on trying to explain, the words just won't come. Our friendship was always  
intense, but we never competed for men. We were a team it seemed, sure we would  
argue, but always had the others back. Sharon also knew better then to push ALL  
of my buttons at once, I rarely blew my top, but when I did I usually ended up  
pounding on something (or someone) and while Sharon was a tough girl, she knew I  
could whip her in a fight if push came to shove. But she knew how to manipulate  
me emotionally, and that's where she had the upper hand.

Now onto the 'scene of the crime'. 

I've never been into going to Dance Clubs, but with Sharon now single she wanted 
to go out dancing and the girl could dance too; So I was dragged along as her 
partner in crime, which is fine, we have a good time but I'm really more into 
observing the whole club/bar scene and not into socializing like Sharon is. I 
was dressed in a pair of Khaki shorts with a plain black Gap T-Shirt, Sharon was 
dressed to the hilt with a short dress on, hair all done up and shoes. The whole 
way there she was either pulling on me, locking elbows or holding hands, it's 
these moments of affection that normally lifted my spirits, but now had me in a 
funk for some reason.  

At one point, Sharon got out on the dance floor with an old college friend we  
knew, he was a nice guy and had asked us both to dance, yeah I bet he would have  
loved that...the two of us out there bumping into him. I didn't feel like  
dancing that night, so with a glass of light beer in my hand I made my way thru  
the bar until I stood at the edge of the massive dance floor in the back of the  
building. The music was thunderous, raining down from all directions, from my  
view it was like a river of youth looking curiously like a single organism  
gyrating to the music, 'Shit, she could be anywhere' as my eyes darted around  
for Sharon. I maneuvered around until I was at the very back of the club, where  
another bar was also stationed serving drinks. Unwittingly I had stumbled into  
some type of Fraternity hazing, binge drinking...'whatever' I thought as several  
guys at a time were chugging beer and shots. 
 
"God damn." I heard one guy say rather loud and drunkenly, I assume that was a  
loud comment in reference to him suddenly realizing what an idiot he is. But 
alas, that was not the case, as I turned around I saw him pointing in  
my direction, gee how discrete of him. He had some Hispanic culture to his look 
and was wearing the Frat letters on his t shirt, acting as if he was one of the 
ring leaders of this sectioned group. I tuned them out, a few other guys had 
followed 'their 'brothers' stare and paused almost immediately as they looked at 
me. Their eyes and verbal attention started with comments on my physique, which 
I don't mind as long as they are limited to how good a shape I am in, but when 
things get sexual, like now, I get irritated.  
 
"I'm going to ask her." Was the last comment I heard and before I could escape I  
felt a tug on my sleeve and Frat-King-Dork was suddenly standing next to me.  
 
"Excuse me!" He yelled over the music. Up close, even with sandals on, I was  
about an inch taller then he was. 
 
"My friends and I, we were just wondering, are they real?" He motioned towards  
my chest.  
 
"What's real?" My face tensed, trying only to give him half my attention. 
 
"Your breasts!" He smiled and leaned in. 
 
I know I made a pained, tense expression and took a deep breath and turned  
towards this guy. But he wasn't going to rile me up, I simply turned off my  
anger and gave him an uninterested, bored stare. Not angry or shocked...but just  
bored, something I think he hadn't expected. I then leaned in towards him to  
speak to which he eagerly leaned in to listen; "You'll never know, so why care." 
I said and quickly leaned away. Out of the corner of my eye I caught his 
befuddled expression as he glanced over at his friends who were watching 
intently, some having moved in closer to try and hear.  
 
"And why is that?" He eventually followed up. 
 
"Because, I could never be involved with someone who obviously let their entire  
education go to waste." I replied casually sipping on my drink, barely  
acknowledging his presence now.  
 
Now his expression became perplexed and he laughed a little, "What the hell does  
that mean, I'm a senior getting ready to graduate! and Second, I don't want to  
be involved with you, I just want to see your breasts!" He said proudly. 
 
I just gave a condescending smirk, I leaned over again so he could be sure to  
hear me, "First, I only show my breasts to men I am seriously involved with.  
Second, you've spent how many years in school and in that time the best opening  
line you can come up with is 'Are they real?'" and I shook my head in apparent  
disgust. 
 
But he wasn't about to give up, "Okay, I admit, that was a crappy one-liner, I  
apologize. No hard feelings?" and he stuck his hand out to shake.  
 
I looked down and lightly shook his hand, quickly pulling away.  
 
"I'm Zack!" He said. 
 
"Corbin." I said. 
 
"Yeah I know." He said.  
 
Wait! What the fuck did he just say? He knows? He knows me from where? That is a  
very unnerving thing to have happen, someone knowing your name, or stuff about  
you before you've ever met them. I'm not surprised anymore, it's happened on  
several occasions to me, like that time the professor came by the restaurant I  
used to work at in College. (I now realize that having people admire you from  
afar should be a flattering thing, but it's still a bit creepy at times.) Turns  
out that Zack and a few members of his Frat-Pack knew 'of me' from the gym,  
sports and some of my confrontations with people while I was at school. It's  
also true that women in great physical shape develop a pretty fervent  
following amongst the male species. 
 
"You here with anyone?" He asked. 
 
"Yep." Trying to keep it to one word replies. 
 
"We'll he shouldn't have left you alone like this." He smiled, trying to keep  
the conversation going. 
 
"I can take care of myself." I shrugged. 
 
"Oh, I know you can, I just meant that you appear to have been deserted, that's  
all." 
 
Isn't that nice, he knows I can take care of myself, then why ask me all these  
stupid questions when all I am getting is a bunch of 'I know, I know'. 
 
"No, not deserted, my friend is on the dance floor, I'm waiting for her to  
finish up." I pointed at the massive crowd.  
 
"You want to dance?" He asked. 
 
"No thanks." I just sipped on my beer a little more. Now I was getting irritated  
trying to find any sign of Sharon's flashy silk in the crowd, getting tired of  
the idle gossip this guy was making with me. Finally I found her and she had  
found me, our eyes connected. Sharon slowed her sweaty body down to perform an  
alluring snake like gyration from her knees, up thru her hips and shoulders  
until her left hand came up to her chin as her index finger curled inward to  
beckon me to join her on the dance floor.  A wicked smile punctuating the  
signal. The guy was still standing to my right now watching Sharon call to me  
from the dance floor. Suddenly Sharon moved towards the edge of the floor to  
where I stood and Mr. Annoying was suddenly there introducing himself to my  
brunette friend. 
 
"Hi, I'm Zack." He reached out and shook Sharon's hand. 
 
"Sharon." She introduced herself, "What's going on here?" she then turned and  
asked me. 
 
"He was just..." I started, but Zack quickly jumped in, "...asking if you two  
wanted to go to a party back at our house?" 
 
"Just the two of us and all of you guys?" Sharon pointed at herself and then me. 
 
"We'll I'm sure there would be some other girls there." He quickly added. 
 
"We'll that's a shame," Sharon said, flipping her sweat soaked hair over her  
shoulder, "Because it would have been more fun if it was just me and her, we're  
both more then able to take on all you guys at once." Sharon said, her face  
stone cold serious. Me on the other hand, almost dropped my drink as my eyes  
bugged out. 
 
"What?" The guy leaned in, perhaps unsure of what she was insinuating. Sharon  
looked past his shoulder as a few other guys had circled in, the jealous stares  
of a few other girls glared in our direction. Just great, I hate it when Sharon  
pulls this crap. 
 
"There is about ten of you guys?" Sharon did a quick count, "That's about five  
for her and five for me, that's easy, we'll wear you guys out, no problem."  
Sharon nodded is if negotiating a business deal. I looked away from everyone  
feeling totally embarrassed and mortified at Sharon's proposal. Yes she was  
joking, but the thought was still disgusting and making me ill. 
 
"What was that? You serious?" another guy eagerly butted in. Sharon figured all  
the guys were buzzing pretty hard and couldn't distinguish fantasy from reality,  
which was a correct assessment. 
 
"What a couple of sluts!" a girlfriend of one of the Frat brothers stepped in  
and sneered. But I didn't see her boyfriend protesting, he was just staring,  
tongue hanging out of his mouth. 
 
"As a matter of fact, I'll do him first." Sharon pointed to the offended girl's  
boyfriend. 
 
"The hell you will bitch!" The little bottle-blonde stepped in, trying to put on  
her best tough face. A few guys laughed, some panted, while most were praying  
this was the real deal and maybe, just maybe they'd get to see a catfight before  
the end of the night.  

"I didn't hear him say 'No'." Sharon casually pointed past her towards her  
boyfriend. 
 
"I...I...don't think it's a good idea." He stuttered. 
 
"You don't THINK?" She snapped and spun around to which Sharon cocked her left  
eyebrow and shrugged at his hesitation, something that satisfied her all the  
more. 
 
"Both of you are full of it!" A guy called out laughing nervously. Actually a  
few were starting to catch on to Sharon's ploy as the expression of horror on my  
face did not exactly go along with her 'routine'. 
 
"Are we?" Sharon leveled her serious gaze at him, his intoxicated mind obviously  
swirling with a buzz while his eyes feasted upon the two of us. Sharon was a  
'looker' all-right, with an oval face, her nose perfectly straight, lips full  
and wide which showed off a set of perfect white teeth when she smiled. Her  
stunning deep blue eyes with the power to suck anyone in and disarm at the same  
time, her body was always tan, defined and a wonderful pair of breasts that her  
dress put on display tonight. 
 
"Are you? Joking?" He blurted out, his mouth hanging open in total confusion and  
probably praying to god that this was all real.  

Sharon just kept smiling pulled back and quickly took me by the hand leading me 
away. A couple of guys tried chasing down, but to no avail, Sharon just waved 
over her shoulder never to look back, "Bye, Bye". 
 
"Where are we going?" I snapped, just wanting to go home and not in the mood for 
any more bantering with inebriated men.
  
"You haven't seen anything yet, now I want you to sit right here." Sharon  
stopped and grabbed me by the shoulders, guiding me to sit down on a stool near  
the dance floor.  
 
"Sharon...NO...NO....LISTEN!" I snapped but she was already walking away back to  
the dance floor. 'What the hell?' was all I could think and brought the beer up 
to my mouth. I caught a few guys looking at me from the corner of my eyes and 
got even more agitated now. Yet again my eyes became transfixed on my friend, 
her wet skin began to undulate to the music under the overhead lights. Sharon 
would tease me by trying to beckon me onto the dance floor, but my feet wouldn't 
move, feeling cemented to the floor.  I sat on that stool, feeling like a big 
lump, bored and depressed, wishing I could shift gears like men do, become more 
cut throat and repress my emotions, what the hell am I rambling about? 
Everything I guess, thinking about breaking up with Robert, when and how, should 
I apply pressure to Nikki to get back together again. 'But why should I be the 
one doing all the pushing, she needs to step up as well.' I thought. 

'Will you just shut up and relax, you can't fix all your problems in one night.' 
My subconscious reprimanded me. I looked back up and wished Sharon wasn't doing 
this, teasing me like this, taunting me. The song ended but launched into the 
next, Sharon's eyes narrowed and her movements slowed to a more seductive pace, 
working her way closer to where I sat as J-Lo's "waiting for tonight" pounded 
from the sound system. Her beautiful body in perfect timing to the beat of the 
song as she brought her hands over her head and let them slide down over the 
sides of her face, breasts and hips, hovering over every curve; streaks of her 
brunette hair began to plaster her face and shoulders with renewed sweat. Those 
sweaty bare legs of hers gracefully shifted and strutted as she would turn and 
snake an arm out in my direction as she continued to beckon for me, moving 
closer and closer. 
 
I had to raise an eyebrow in appreciation, and it's no wonder Sharon won 'Best 
Bod' during spring break two years in a row I thought as I watched her. You 
couldn't get me up on stage in a bikini, no freaking way, I would have had heart 
attack. Sharon loved the attention, she thrived off it, she wouldn't wear 
anything sluttish like a thong, but still she had this real skimpy red string 
bikini that knocked 'em dead. Me, I just stood off to the sidelines cheering her 
on. I think she did stuff like that to just irritate me, knowing I was so the 
exact opposite of that. Secretly I always wanted to enter those contests and 
beat Sharon, or show her up, well not really Sharon, but all those girls who get 
up there and make total whores of themselves and they are all flabby and shit. I 
know I could smash the competition...ghesshh...listen to me....so full of 
myself.  

Anyway, back to the moment at hand, I was a confused, an emotional wreck at this  
point. My guard was starting to go back up again because I wasn't sure why 
Sharon was flirting with me so much, was this some kind of rebound thing? Nah, 
she's just trying to get me worry free for a few hours by teasing me. I kept a 
check for lingering stares from onlookers and sure enough a few of our fans 
back at the bar had found us. They kept kind of a distance so not to appear 
obvious, but they were definitely watching...observing...hovering around. 
 
Sharon just laughed at me as she twirled around on the dance floor. The final  
note of the song was played and suddenly she stopped, simply standing, beads of  
perspiration running down her face, neck and legs. One thing that broke the 
spell Sharon had me under was when I noticed that we didn't exactly have a 
private moment, several male voyeurs were keeping close tabs on Sharon's 
provocative display and it wasn't lost on them that she was dancing for me. 
 
"Uh-Oh!" Sharon stepped off the dance floor and stated, it must have been  
apparent that I was getting flustered and irritated again. 
 
"No, that was wonderful." What the fuck did I just say? I am complimenting her  
on making me feel like a fool in public? 
 
"Your most welcome." Sharon smiled. It was obvious Sharon was a bit drunk, so I  
kept that in mind, thinking that Sharon just wanted to play with me a little bit  
while in her state of intoxication. She leaned in close to my right ear and  
asked, "You want to stay, or go?" 
 
"Let's go." I replied as I tried to force my mind onto other things, like just  
going home and going to bed. Wondering if I should make an appointment to go see  
a shrink or something while I'm at it. Sharon grasped my hand and give a slight  
tug as she silently mouthed, "Okay", and just like that she lead me out of the  
bar. When she put her left arm around my shoulder, that's when I blew my top and  
shoved her away from me pretty hard. Sometimes I don't know my own strength and  
she staggered several feet from me across the parking lot. 
 
"What the hell was that about!?" She snapped while trying to catch her balance. 
 
"Have you lost your mind!" I just glared, "I don't appreciate you playing me  
like that in there!" I checked around to see if we were alone cause our  
arguments can get pretty loud sometimes. 
 
"Playing you like what?" She shrugged. 
 
"Telling those guys we were going to 'Do Them' like that!" I was really fuming  
now, my right hand making stabbing motions towards the ground. 
 
"Oh that? Please!" Sharon shrugged as I stormed off toward the car, she lagged  
behind several steps now. 

For the next ten minutes, which felt like an hour, neither of us spoke on the 
ride back to the house. I think I was partly mad at myself because I was a 
little bit turned on at the moment...well allot actually. A couple of times I 
thought I caught Sharon giving me quick glances on the ride home, my fists 
slowly clenched the car seat as I fought to purge images of Sharon and I 
together, at home this very night, locked together, naked limbs intertwined. I 
was now biting down on my lower lip to concentrate on the rest of the ride home, 
but it didn't stop my body's lust as my nipples ached and throbbed all the way 
into the depths of my vagina. 

I kept trying to channel my arousal into anger, anger at myself, anger at  
Sharon, and anger at Nikki who I longed to be with but left me in total 
confusion.  I was literally shaking when I walked half way across the living 
room floor towards my room and then stopped, why did I stop? Maybe it was 
because I heard the click of the overhead light, but she turned the dimmer knob 
to keep it low. I know now I should have kept going to my room and not stopped, 
Sharon walked over to the where the TV and Stereo was and heard a familiar 
click, Sharon had turned the switch to the pre-amp, there was a buzz before the 
faint sound of music radiated thru the room.  
 
"Still mad at me?" Sharon sighed. 
 
"Yeah." I grumbled but still wouldn't make eye contact with her, I was too  
flustered,  so I decided to take the chicken shit way out and do nothing but  
stand there. 
 
 



  
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