My Story 53
By Corbin 
How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman.
 
********* 
 
An awesome workout can send me into a euphoric high, feeling so good in fact  
that I can do things without thinking. On this particular evening I walked 
absent mindedly to the women's shower at the gym before heading home. Normally I 
would shower at home. 
 
My life seems to take odd turns quite frequently, or is it my powers of  
perception that read far too much into a situation, creating my own little  
dramas in my head? I can drive myself crazy with what I call 'circular  
analysis'. 
 
For the first five minutes I was alone, I stood hands braced against the wall  
and let the hot water just pour over me. On a side note, I am a germ freak, I  
wear flip flops when I infrequently use the shower or walk around the pool at  
the gym, I never understood how women or men can traipse around the floor in  
bare feet after dirty shoes have been tracking  
across that floor all day...nasty. Sorry, side rant. 
 
But then I sensed it, I wasn't alone...well...not any more. I glanced over my  
shoulder, even turning my upper body to the left to get a better look. Of all  
people there stood Jenna! I wasn't startled, just caught off guard a bit. 
 
She stood staring at me, white towel wrapped around her midsection. I suppose  
that Jenna and I always had some rivalry going on, well she was obviously  
getting a good look at me now, checking me out if you will, and not making  
any effort to hide that fact either. So has Jenna developed some physical/sexual  
interest in me? Huh, now that would make sense with some of the 'vibes' I pick  
up from her on occasion. Anyway, I watched her right hand move up, cross over  
her chest and tug at the towel, peeling it away from her body, so she too was  
now fully nude, but that was just physical, it was 'that' combined with the  
psychological effects that caused me to push off from the wall and stand up  
straight. There was a momentary 'WOW' factor going on in my brain, Jenna had a  
killer body, very hard and here was some comparisons going on here, who's body  
had the more sculpted look and so on. 
 
"Hey Corbin." Jenna's mouth finally uttered. 
 
"Hey." I said in return and turned back around to finish up. 
 
In what I can only describe as a complete awkward moment, I would turn to steal  
glances, and caught Jenna doing the same. When I would catch her, she wouldn't  
smile, but just blink a few times and turn away a little startled. 
 
It was a nice indulgence, but in the end it was not possible, 'I'm involved with  
Nikki' and the thought of betraying her created so much pain inside that I  
instantly snapped out of my daze. Besides, the fact that I was contemplating  
anything 'happening' between Jenna and I was messing with my head something  
awful. It was the first time such thoughts had ever entered my mind, how odd,  
maybe I would entertain those thoughts if I was single, but I'm not, so I  
quickly grabbed for the towel hanging on the wall and wrapped it around my body,  
"See'ya later!" I called out and gave a short wave. 
 
She waved back, but if she said anything I didn't hear, I was already moving  
quickly towards my locker to get dressed. 
 
********** 
 
Allowing Sharon to tag along to the gym with me is always a mistake, she isn't  
focused and does annoying things that distract me. 
 
Point in case: 
 
"God Damn! Your going to pop a blood vessel!" She often gawked. I would try to 
hold on, but my arms would waver and then the bar itself wavered and quickly 
had to hook it onto the rack as I failed to hold back an outburst of laughter. 
 
"Dammit Sharon!" sitting upright now trying to suppress my smile (smiling only  
encourages Sharon's mouth). 
 
"Your going to give yourself an aneurism." She would mumble. 
 
"Look, I knew this was a mistake." Any trace of a smile now gone from my lips  
for sure. 
 
"Okay!...okay!" Sharon turned around and continued curling her weights, "I'll  
be quiet."  
 
I was about to pick up where I left off, but caught Sharon standing in front of  
one of the many wall mirrors, checking her self out. Finely adjusting several  
strands of hair, smiling at herself before walking over to one of the workout  
equipment which she thoroughly wiped down; "Disgusting" She gripped, "Don't  
people wipe their stinky sweat off this stuff after their done!" 
 
From the moment she arrives to the moment we leave, it's one long string of  
commentary, and complaints. 
 
What a pain in my neck. 
 
********** 
 
'For every action you should at least expect some possibility of a reaction.  
Sometimes that may be bad, good or indifferent.' I was thinking about this  
because I was taking stock of the past several months, it seems that when Nikki 
and I made our dating a 'known' thing, people did start reacting to us 
differently. Not radically different, just subtle changes. 
 
Sitting in my cramped little office at work (This is back in the day when I  
worked in  Actuarial), I mulled this question and others over as I sat there 
dazing off into space. Then there was my friend Sharon, you were either a part 
of Sharon's inner circle or you were not, those that were not, often seemed to 
hold grudges...or worse hate the brunette for her 'better than thou' attitude. I 
also knew their was a bit of jealousy and/or resentment over that, and over the 
fact Sharon never apologized for having been born with a silver spoon in her  
mouth...'literally' I smiled again to myself, it could almost be true. Sharon  
and her family were part of the upper-upper crust of society and she didn't show  
restraint either, especially when her temper was aroused. 
 
Anyway, I admit, that while this job was boring, it wasn't bad either, I mean I 
got to sit in a nice little office, in air-conditioning, with a pretty decent 
cafeteria on the first floor. Crossing my left leg over my right quickly 
reminded me of a small annoyance I had to tolerate, wearing pantyhose with a 
skirt, part of the appropriate dress code I guess you could say. Not big deal, 
it felt better to have something covering my legs anyway and I liked the fact 
this company was conservative and encouraged women to dress down. 
 
Also, I always took the stairway, I thought it lazy almost to the point of  
incompetence to use the stairs when one had an office on the second floor.  
'Office?' I repeated over again in my head, it used to baffle me. All I ever  
wanted was to come into work, do my job and fly below the political radar so I  
could collect my pay check. But the more I tried, the more I got  
promoted...'promoted right into the frying pan'. I never had anyone report to me  
thank god, I knew I would make a terrible boss as I had no people skills at all.  
But when I got promoted to Senior Compliance Consultant I got an office, yeah  
can you believe it, a position with that title actually exists. 
 
Things between me and women were just different, I realized this when I would  
see Sharon sometimes. Like when I would walk into the main lobby of the building  
I worked and Sharon would be standing there, you couldn't miss her, she  
lights up a room with her aura. She was radiant in her thigh length black skirt,  
dark blue silk shirt with a very business oriented jacket overtop. She had one  
of her expensive wool long coats on and of course a designer pair of sunglasses.  
Her long dark brown hair looked, well it always looked salon prepped with a  
shiny, glossy look as if she was about to spin around and perform some shampoo  
commercial. It was pretty normal for her to visit me and bring lunch, she would  
be standing there holding a large white paper bag, with the name 'La Petite' on  
the side, 'One of Sharon's favorite French Restaurant'. 
 
I never asked Sharon about her liberal use of personal time during working  
hours. Her father was CEO and Chairman of the Board, a company she conveniently  
worked for. So, as long as Daddy was in charge, Sharon did as she damned well  
pleased, that's not to say Sharon wasn't a hard worker, she was, but still  
I knew it rubbed people the wrong way. 
 
Heading back to my office always seemed to cross paths with one of the lusting  
males in that damn company. Sharon would refuse to take the stairs so we would  
stand and wait with he throngs of other employees to get on the elevator, that's  
when a guy or guys would drop little 'one liners', normally just simple acts of  
courtesy like stepping aside so we could enter the elevator first and Sharon  
just ate that up. I eventually accepted it as just how Sharon just was, I  
realized Sharon liked to flirt, and there was no harm in that, for her, but for  
me I didn't really enjoy it. 
 
Sharon slowed down her pace and flirtatiously grinned at the man who smiled  
back. "Thank you" She would mouth just above a husky whisper and she knew his  
head would be spinning for the rest of the day. Sharon took her own sweet time  
getting on the elevator with a big smile. I had my arms folded shaking my head  
at Sharon's behavior. She stepped toward me and stood directly in front of me  
instead of to me side, 'Odd' as I was now standing there looking into the back  
of Sharon's head. Quickly the elevator filled up and it was packed tight. Sharon  
proceeded to lean back into me, then step back and lean further until I felt my  
body compressed against the wall. I knew exactly what Sharon was doing,  
purposively screwing with me as she squished me against the wall. My right arm  
reached down and quickly fished around Sharon's coat and found the firm  
curvature of her right ass cheek...and then... 
 
"AIEEE!!" Sharon yelped in a high pitched squeal, startling everyone on  
the elevator. Her face turned red, "Sorry" She looked at everyone and had to  
actually restrain a giggle.  
 
When the tall gentleman at the front looked around, "What floors?" 
 
"12" Sharon piped up, which was the top floor. 
 
"What?" I leaned forward and whispered perplexed.  
 
Sharon turned her head to the left and whispered back, "Just wait". 
 
I felt Sharon's firm ass gently bump against my pelvis, and then again as she  
performed a subliminal, sensual grind of her butt into my crotch, Sharon was  
getting her revenge for my pinch. Sharon leaned her head back, her hair brushing  
against my face, when the door opened on the 6th floor, Sharon's head turned to  
the right and as dangerously loud as she might speak into my ear- 
"I'm not wearing any panties."  
 
I took a deep panicked breath and as my eyes darted around the now sparsely  
populated elevator. Everyone was assuming their standard look of avoidance.  
 
"You lie" I snapped, to which Sharon simply smiled and turned around. 
 
On the 10th floor, the tall gentleman was the last to depart and Sharon knew he  
would be unable to resist, and sure enough, he turned one last time and looked  
at Sharon who still had her sunglasses on, and he was a bold one- 
 
"I guess this is good bye?" It came out as a question, he was fishing for a  
response from this beautiful brunette and he got one, albeit a deflating one. 
 
"I guess it is." Sharon smiled, standing their cradling her warm lunch.  He  
smiled back again and reluctantly departed. And then it was just the two of us. 
 
"What was all that about?" I sighed as the doors closed. 
 
"Well, we were in the very back, so why not ride the elevator until everyone got  
off instead of having to squeeze past all these fat people and risk getting this  
very expensive Suite all mussed.  
 
I smiled at Sharon's wacky logic and asked "Please press 2."  
 
Sharon turned and hoisted up her lunch, "My hands are full."  
 
I leaned around and pressed the button, it illuminated a bright white. I felt  
Sharon lean over and kiss my right cheek, lightly. I shook my head at Sharon's  
flirty behavior, it was something that had just evolved over time with us,  
really more so on Sharon's part, I just went with it. Sharon is definitely NOT  
gay and I am not interested in Sharon as a girlfriend, that kiss we shared a few  
months back was more due to curiosity on Sharon's part then anything else.  
Although ever since that kiss, she has informed me that I kiss better then any  
boyfriend and has tried to get me to kiss her on several other occasions, but I  
have steadfastly refused.  
 
The elevator lurched to a stop and the doors opened. 
 
"Thank god!" I sighed and quickly strolled out of the elevator. 
 
"I'm insulted!" Sharon called out after her with a chuckle, "Are you saying you  
wouldn't want to be trapped on an elevator with me?" 
 
I quickly looked over my shoulder and put her finger to my lips, "Shhhh! Not so  
loud." 
 
"Oh sorry..." Sharon's look turned serious, "...it's work time." Trying to lower  
her voice and sound imposing, if not mocking at the same time. A few people on  
the floor watched, 'The gossiping hens' I called them as I escorted Sharon into  
my office and closed the door. "There, some privacy." 
 
Sharon set the bag on my desk and began setting up lunch for the two of us. 
 
"Don't forget, we have that formal Christmas party at my Parent's house this  
weekend, and the following weekend is a BIG blowout Christmas party that I am  
helping to organize..." Sharon takes off her sunglasses and bats her pretty  
blues, "...less formal and more festive." 
 
"I'm sure." I sit down and eye the package as my tummy grumbles eagerly. The  
two nutra-grain bars for breakfast are not holding me over too well. 
 
"Have you talked with Nikki to clear all of these plans with her?" Sharon pauses  
and looks at me with a stern expression, like I should have taken care of this  
small detail already. 
 
"Not yet." I sigh. 
 
"WHAT! If she's not going, then your not going! I mean, how can you put  
this off to the last minute!" Sharon throws her hands up in the air. 
 
"Sharon! This will be our first Christmas together, I'm sorry if it doesn't work  
out the way you want!" I roll my eyes and sit back in my chair, it was important  
that Nikki and I figure out how to spend Christmas between our families, even if  
it meant breaking Sharon's little heart over what SHE wants. 
 
********** 
 
Sometimes I pray for guidance, and I mean that literally. I get on my knees,  
head bowed and hands clasped in prayer, hoping that a sign will come from God,  
something to indicate which of the choices before me is the best to take.  
 
So I guess that's my way of briefly illustrating how religious I am, although I  
do not attend Church on a regular basis nor do I speak about my beliefs much. I  
am far from perfect, no doubt about that, and I do allot of preaching from my  
soap box but you have to keep trying and aspiring to be better. Just because I  
fail almost every day at trying to live up to all of my lofty goals and  
aspirations does NOT mean that I should stop trying to meet those goals. Make  
sense?  :) 
 
********** 
 
The insulting things Sharon would say to me sometimes is amazing. After College,  
when I got hired for my first full-time 'real world' job, I came home from work  
the first day and she asked me how everything went. 
 
'Fine' I said. 
"Do you say good-morning to people when they would greet you?" Yeah, you heard  
that correctly, what was I? Raised in a barn and need help with my etiquette? 
 
"No, I tell them to fuck off." I snapped back. 
 
"Don't be so touchy!" She would defensively say. 
 
********** 
 
Many of the guys try to help me out at the gym, mostly they see it as an  
opportunity to 'hit on' me. 
  
As I would squat or do a bench press, occasionally some guy would be so bold as  
to come over and try and offer encouragement, even yelling at me. The line had  
to be drawn when one guy got in my face, raising his voice, saying "One more  
rep! Come-on push!" 
  
"Please don't do that." I would just ask. 
  
"Sorry, I was just trying to help." A big smile on his face. 
  
Maybe I am a two faced hypocrite, from all outward appearances I seem to try and  
make pleasant conversation when it's required, but internally I loathe it. 
  
Anyway, I occasionally make idle chat at the front desk, I'm such a regular  
fixture at the gym that I know everyone who works there on a first name basis.  
The point in bringing this up, and yes I do have a point (although not as sharp  
as the one on the top of most of your heads reading this). 
  
So I'm leaning over the counter, elbows tucked together trying to speak with  
this girl on the other side because she wants to lower her voice and tell me  
something privately. But then my 'radar' goes off and the corner of my right eye  
picks up this young male employee of the gym (It's summer and there are allot of   
part time College guys and girls working here. He's just one of the many  
attractive black men that have their sites set on me, who either works or works-  
out at my gym (I think it's a thing they have for white blonde girls). I mention  
that, because of the friction it creates between me and a number of the black  
women that come here.) Anyway, he's trying to be discrete as he stands near the  
front desk flipping thru some magazine, but his eyes dart over to my backside. I  
suppose because of the fact that I was leaning forward, and standing on my toes,  
it was too resisting not to blatantly stare. But stare at what? I mean my shorts  
are always long and baggy. And so, there I stood, continuing to lean forward and  
do a halfway decent job of remaining engaged in the conversation while he and  
every guy that passed made a glancing look in the direction of my butt. 
  
When I turned to leave, I paused and looked straight at him, his eyes darted up  
to mine and I gave him a 'Caught ya!' smirk. Black men know how to play-off  
getting caught, he didn't get all flustered and do the awkward avoidance stare,  
he just smirked right back and said "Have a good day." 
  
********** 
  
Nikki and I reluctantly agreed to drive up and spend one night with Sharon  
and her parents so we could at least attend their big formal Christmas party. 
 
Not all that inconvenient, but it added additional driving as we had to leave  
the next day and get to Nikki's parents house for two days and then to mine for  
two days after that. Gheesh what a hassle, on top of all this packing and  
unpacking, Nik and I will be with our respective families and friends during the  
holidays as a 'couple', a serious Out-In-The-Open Couple! I AM STRESSING BIG  
TIME!!!! 
 
My parents didn't take it that bad, my mom was not happy at first, but I was  
more concerned about Nikki's parents, yet they were more concerned  
that we were happy and her father even commented that shortly after we started  
dating he noticed a big improvement in how happy she was, and that was good  
enough for him. Nikki's older brother was totally in shock, he didn't oppose it  
at all, but he's kind of clueless anyway, a nice guy but a bit oblivious to  
things going on around him. 
 
WHEW!!! Thank the lord! Literally! Thank you god, if only more people were as  
understanding and accepting. And if we could also get people to stop asking us,  
"Are you two going to get married?"  
 
NO! HECK! NO!!!!  
 
I still see marriage as a holy institution between a man and woman, but Nik and  
I will end up doing some kind of exchange of rings or something, but no ceremony  
stuff. 
 
I braced Nikki before arriving at Sharon's Parent's house, that when she is at  
home, she is more of a spoiled brat then usual. Nikki had never been to their  
house so she was a bit in awe with the size of the estate and wealth. 
 
Just as I predicted, Sharon was in full 'brat' mode, following her father around  
the house complaining about her car ( which is paid for ) and asking for a new  
one, it was nauseating: "Dad, I must talk to you, that car is just atrocious, I  
really would be much better off with something safer, say a BMW." She grinned  
and pulls him by the arm, to which he rolled his eyes. 
  
"You want safe? Then perhaps a Volvo would be more appropriate." He smiled and 
hugged her close. 
  
"A Volvo dad!? That's just awful, don't even joke about something like that. I'm 
serious!" She complained. 
  
"Look..." He stopped walking and sighed, "...lets talk about this later, okay. 
Go upstairs and get changed into something comfortable okay." 
  
"Okay." She pouted and kissed him on the cheek. Cheerfully she strutted back 
into the foyer grinning from ear to ear as her mom passed her on her way to 
catch up with her father, "You little schemer." Her mom teased. 
  
Nikki and I shook our heads at Sharon's boldness and laughed when Sharon pumped  
her right fist a couple times as a sign of victory. "Come on, lets go!" Sharon 
called out and bolted up the stairs ahead of us. 
  
"Out of the way dork!" Sharon called out and just about knocked her brother over 
as he was coming down the stairs while she sprinted two steps at a time. 
  
"Kiss my....." The rest was unintelligible as he mumbled his response. 
  
"What did you say?" She paused almost mid stride. 
  
"Kiss my ass!" he snapped and tore off down the stairs as Sharon raised her fist 
and faked a lunge in his direction. 
  
"That's its Billy! Don't take any crap off her!" I laughed as he ran down 
the stairs, Sharon just smiled and turned around.  
 
Billy froze as Nikki and I came up the stairs, I knew some and knew he had a  
crush on me, but he was making big eyes at Nikki and didn't waste any time, "Hi,  
I'm Billy, Sharon's brother." 
 
"I'm Nikki."  
 
I was all smiles at his obvious sudden change in demeanor, Nikki has that effect 
on people. 
 
We continued up the stairs as Sharon was impatiently waiting, when we got to the  
top landing she turned and started walking down the hall, "This is your room  
Nik." Her left hand waved, "And this is yours Corbin." Her right  
hand raised to the room across the hall. "Mine is at the end of the hall."  
Sharon spun around and hooked a thumb over her shoulder. 
 
"Now go make yourselves comfy while I go see if my parents have dared to screw  
around with my room." Sharon sighed. 
 
"This doesn't sound like the house you described when she was in High School."  
Nikki said as Sharon strutted on down the hall. 
 
"Nah, they moved a couple of years back." I said. 
 
"Couldn't get out of that dump fast enough!" Sharon called out before  
disappearing around the corner. 
 
********* 
  
Later in the evening, everyone had gathered in the den, a large fire was blazing 
in the stone fireplace, filling the cozy dark paneled room with warmth. Nikki  
and I sat on a couch while Sharon sat off in one of the adjacent chairs, her  
parents had just joined us. 
 
Billy walked into the Den at the most opportune time, I am being sarcastic by  
the way. We had just finished talking about the 'nature' of my relationship with  
Nikki, immediately his attention was totally on Nik and I. 
  
"What are you guys chatting about? Must be good because you stopped talking when  
you heard me get close to the room, so just spit it out, what?" Billy shrugged  
his shoulders. 
 
"We were just informing your parents that Nikki and I are dating." I said very  
a-matter-of-fact, I smiled and patted Nikki on the knee. 
   
"What?" He asked, expression still blank. 
  
"You heard correctly, clean the wax out of your ears dork." Sharon snapped. 
  
"Sharon! Don't talk like that to your brother!" Her mom chided her as her father 
rolled his eyes in frustration. 
  
"You two are lesbians?" He looked at me stuffed his hands into his faded, baggy  
jeans. 
  
"Very good genius." Sharon rolled her left foot at her ankle with irritation as 
it lay crossed over her right leg. 
  
"What the hell!" He then looked at me as I nervously played with a ring on 
my right hand. 
  
"Is that true?" He continued to look at me. 
  
"No, were pulling your leg, god..." Sharon scowled at him and rolled her eyes. 
  
"SEE MOM!! See how she is, she is always bad mouthing and insulting me, I can't 
ever have a serious conversation with her!" Billy pointed at Sharon. 
  
"Okay you two! That is enough." Their father leaned forward, resting his elbows 
on his knees. Sometimes I had to wonder how he could run a worldwide 
organization so efficiently and yet still have no control over his two children. 
  
"But dad! She's being a bi..." Billy huffed. 
  
"Don't even say it!" Sharon suddenly stood up. 
  
"Or what!" Billy yelled back. 
  
"I'll knock your block off!" Sharon clenched her fists. 
  
"I'd just like to see you try..." 
  
"Sharon sit down!" Her father snapped and stood up to try and calm the  
situation. 
 
"I don't believe it. How long have you been gay? I mean I feel like an idiot."  
He huffed. 
  
"You ARE an idiot." Sharon grumbled. 
  
"That's it!" Billy's hand flew up in the air, flipping the middle finger at 
Sharon as he stormed out of the room. 
  
"Sharon!" Her father yelled, "That time it was totally your fault!" 
  
"Sorry dad." She said and frowned while looking down. 
  
"Now go fetch your brother." He pointed to the foyer. 
  
"What?" She looked up. 
  
"I'll go talk with him." Sharon's mother piped up. 
  
"No, Sharon will go, it's her fault he left." 
  
"I'll go." I stood up and looked down at Nikki who was still trying to process  
the entire fiasco that just took place. 
 
********** 
  
I found Billy sitting on the back deck, it was a huge deck, and I had to walk 
thru the large screened in section before finding my way to the steps. I spotted 
the swirl of smoke rising into the air first, above his head. 
  
"I didn't know you smoked!" I said with concern. He jumped and seemed shocked to 
see me standing over him. 
  
"Normally I don't." and he quickly extinguished the cigarette on the deck. 
  
"Can I sit?" I asked softly. 
  
"Yes, absolutely." 
  
"Did they send you out here?" He quipped. 
  
"Actually, Sharon was going to come out here, but I volunteered." I smiled. 
  
"Sharon? Yeah right, only if she was forced to." 
  
"Really Billy, I wouldn't lie to you." I said seriously. 
  
"Sorry for doubting you." He paused and I watched as he looked up into the sky 
for a second, "I give Sharon allot of slack you know, but she is really pushing 
it lately." 
  
"Well she's just being extra protective of me and Nikki." 
  
"Well I'm not going to sit around and take any more of her abuse, I know we 
banter back and forth sometimes, but I'm sick of her shit." her shook his head, 
his gaze staring beyond the dimly lit gardens that sprawled behind the house. 
Gas lanterns lined the stone paths that lead off into the darkness. 
  
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was being such a jerk."  
 
Both Billy and I jerked and looked over our shoulders when we heard that comment  
from behind. 
  
He coldly turned away with a smirk at Sharon's sudden appearance and comment, 
"Yeah, I'm sure you didn't." 
  
"I'm sure she means it." I said and patted him on the back. 
  
"You know how many times she's apologized and never follows thru!" He glanced 
over, his anger appearing to subside as I rubbed his back. 
  
"Look, what do you want from me? I said I was sorry!" Sharon spat, but took a 
step back when I shot her an irritated look. Sharon closed her eyes and 
took a deep breath. Stepping forward, Sharon sat down on the step to 
Billy's right. 
  
"Well?" Sharon asked. 
  
"Well what?" Billy glanced over. 
  
"I'm sorry, I'll lay off the nasty comments." Sharon sighed and wrapped her left 
arm around his neck pulling him in to kiss him on the forehead. "I just have my 
own special way of showing my love." She smiled. 
  
"Special is right." He shook his head. "Okay, now wait...stop..." He looked back  
at me, "...everything in the house, what you said, about you and your friend, I  
mean girlfriend Nikki?! That's all true?". All I did was perform a calm nod of  
'yes' to answer is questions and a smile. 
  
"I mean, how? when? why? I don't get it! You have a boyfriend! Or had! Besides  
you two don't look like lesbians!" He was babbling now. 
  
"You mean they don't look all dykish and butch?" Sharon asked. 
  
"Come on Billy, you've seen plenty of girls that look totally feminine but are  
gay, and 'yes' Nikki and I used to have boyfriends." I smiled a little 
more. 
 
"Yeah, just never actually KNEW anyone personally, and how do you know it's just  
not a phase? A passing interest?" He shrugged. 
  
"Very unlikely." I said. 
  
"But how do you know!" Billy asked again, "I remember Sharon saying how you and  
Dale were so head over heels in love and made the perfect couple. That seemed  
pretty set in stone!" 
  
"Well, there's no way that I can pull some proof out of my pocket, but 
emotionally I've never been happier, as focused or feel as complete. Actually,  
my dating Dale just reaffirms my decision, in a backwards kind of way, because I  
really did love Dale and imagined us getting married. But meeting Nikki and  
thinking of her not being in my life was far more powerful then the thought of  
being apart from Dale. I didn't realize or make any of those decisions over  
night, it was a long, sometimes painful thing to go thru."  
 
"But I still don't get the whole attraction to the same sex thing. I don't mind  
it between girls but guys, that's just foul." He said and stood up, I just  
laughed a little and stood up with him. 
  
"Good, now let's go inside, it's chilly out here." Sharon said, but her brother 
abruptly stopped and turned around to face us with a coy smile on his face. 
  
"Wait! Have you two ever kissed?" He suddenly asked. 
  
"What?" Sharon balked and I could tell she was getting irritated. 
  
"You HAVE!" Billy pointed at me while looking at his sister. 
  
"Now you're being juvenile." I stammered, a little put off by his question, but  
a very perceptive observation at that and I could tell he could read Sharon and  
knew her expression gave it all away. 
 
"None of your damn business!" Sharon barked. 
 
"Okay, okay," Billy sighed and threw up his hands and turned to walk into the  
house, "Never thought my sister would kiss another girl!" 
 
"SHUT UP!" Sharon snapped and looked at me with some anxiety, perhaps thinking I  
would be mad at her for not doing a better job at masking her reaction. I just  
smiled and patted her the back. 
 
Although I did get some pleasure out of watching Sharon squirm, even though all  
we had shared was a one time kiss. Strange huh, I guess I've covered this before  
but the thought of kissing Sharon does ZERO for me, in fact is don't like the  
idea at all know, but kissing Nikki causes me to swoon with romantic and lustful  
feelings. 
  
********** 
  
The one other thing I must comment on, is the fact that Sharon's father had  
dedicated an entire area of the basement to a workout facility with every form 
of weights and machine you can imagine. There was even a small area for boxing 
and as I've mentioned in the past Sharon's father boxed quite a bit when he was 
in the military and Sharon seemed an eager pupil. Billy her brother had no 
interest in it. 
  
Every time we made a visit to see her parents, Sharon would drag me down to the 
basement and try to get me to put the gloves on. I had successfully resisted her 
prodding and pushing because I knew how competitive Sharon was and I had this 
underlying feeling she was just trying to show off. Besides, boxing was never my 
thing, I had more of a preference for Kickboxing or grappling where I could  
employ more body parts when sparring. Whenever I stood in front of an opponent  
or a heavy bag, I had the desire to punch, elbow, and kick. In boxing, the last  
two are not allowed which felt awkward to me. 
  
So here we go again, Sharon pulling me along to a row of lockers, she opened 
the door as she pulled out two pairs of slightly worn black boxing gloves. 
Sharon smiled coyly as she slowly handed a pair to me, they had tight  
elastic wrists so one person could get them on with a little work. 
  
"Nah" I pushed the gloves back in Sharon's direction. 
  
"Come on! Put them on, let's play around some." Sharon smiled and shoved the 
gloves back at me. 
  
"No Sharon, I really don't..." 
  
"Chicken, afraid I'm going to kick your ass." Sharon baited me, something she 
always did. Nikki just laughed at Sharon's taunting. 
 
I looked down and noted they had that smell of old leather. 
  
Sharon backed out into the middle of some mats that were already spread out. Her 
hands came up defensively to cover her chest and face. "Let's go blondie!" and 
she started to bounce around on her toes as Nikki backed off the matt to watch.  
It was quite impressive the way Sharon loved and shifted her stance with a great  
deal of grace. 
  
My biggest fear was that Sharon not only wanted to show off but also really  
wanted to show she could do something better then me. Sharon always compared  
herself to me physically, but I was much stronger then she was and could run  
faster, basically anything physical I dominated Sharon, which left her one area  
of self-proclaimed expertise...boxing. 
  
"Sharon, really look..." I shrugged and looked down at the gloves cradled in my  
hands. 
  
*POP* Was the sound of leather on skin as Sharon bounced in and jabbed a left to 
my forehead, with enough force to catch me totally by surprise and FEEL a little  
sting. 
  
"OW!" I stepped back and shook my head, "That hurt!" I said. 
  
"Then put'em up pussy!" Sharon stopped bobbing back and forth and smiled. "Come  
on tough girl, show me what you've got." Sharon sneered. "I promise, I'll go  
easy on you." 
 
I looked over at Nikki with this bewildered gaze, wondering if she would say  
something or intervene. All she was doing was standing there smiling at me,  
actually she seemed to be enjoying this. 
 
"Okay fine, you want to play." I wiggled my fingers into the left glove and 
adjusted the Velcro strap with my teeth around my wrist, quickly I 
did the same for the right. 
  
"Bring your right up more." Sharon instructed and so I did. I threw a couple of  
left jabs, but Sharon deftly bobbed out of the way easily. I had the urge to  
kick her with my left leg but had to remind myself this was strictly boxing. 
  
"What a second." Sharon stepped back and lowered her hands, "We need face 
protection." and she quickly walked over to the locker. 
  
I dropped my hands in frustration as I realized that Sharon was pretty serious  
about us sparring, "Sharon, if your serious about us beating the crap out of one  
another, can we do it tomorrow, with the party tonight I would rather us not  
show up with bruises you know." I placed the gloves on my hips next. 
  
Sharon froze, "Good thinking, we can mess around later. Although I wasn't 
worried about being bruised, I would be the one doing the bruising." She grinned 
from ear to ear. 
 
"What are you grinning at!" Sharon looked at Nikki who was still flashing her  
beautiful smile, "Your next!" Sharon sneered and waved a glove in her direction. 
 
"Oh yeah, should be a blast." Nikki eyed Sharon back with a challenging stare. 
 
I yanked my hands out of the gloves, "Good, you two can duke it out and I'll be  
the referee." I handed the gloves over as Sharon placed them on the shelf. 
  
********** 
  
That night, I must say that I had never felt so beautiful in my entire life,  
soaking in the fragranced bath water, 'as the commercial says, silky-smooth!' I  
laughed out loud at the thought as my hands ran up and down my freshly shaven  
legs, no nicks, cuts or bruises...perfect. Raising my right leg from the water I  
flexed my calf muscle and imagined how hot my legs will look in heels. 
  
Wrapping a towel about my head I strolled over and stood naked at the edge of 
the bed, peeling the underwear from the bedspread and pushed my legs into the 
pale blue panties, adjusting the double-ply crotch, then arranged the cups of  
the matching bra around my breasts. Everything smelled so wonderful, I never  
wanted to go back to wearing sweats and workout gear again, I envisioned myself  
being pampered and....and....'Shit, I starting to think and act like Sharon!' I  
caught myself and smiled. 
  
I froze when at a faint knock to my bedroom, I creaked open the door and saw  
Nikki standing there, "Hmmmm, very nice....very nice..." Nikki appeared lost in  
thought as she absorbed the evening gown I was wearing. "Ready?" She looked up. 
  
"Yeah" I sighed. 
 
"You my dear are going to steal the show tonight." Nikki said, but I just  
blushed and shrugged a little, nice thing to say, but Nikki is the real stunner,  
she puts Sharon and I to shame. But as I looked back into the mirror watching,  
studying myself, I angled my head a few different ways, I personally admitted  
that I just might give her a run for her money tonight. 
  
********** 
  
I have no idea how people organize parties like this, they're must have been a 
couple of hundred people at this thing, people from Sharon's father's company, 
friends of the family and of course family members. Then you had the caterers 
working in conjunction with members of the full time staff, it was amazing. It 
looked like chaos, but somehow it all ran smoothly, beats the heck out of me. 
  
I never realized how many guys in Sharon's office had their sites set on her, 
apparently this was the case even when she dated Paul and now that word was 
navigating thru the gossip mill about Sharon and I, that had no deterrent  
either. In addition, given the inebriated state of several men, their ability to  
be discrete with their eyes and comments was severely impaired. 
  
Social status and money has no exclusivity on class. 
  
The odd thing about being in a relationship with a girl, is the change in  
dynamics that take place, Nikki and I spent allot of time eyeing one another  
because she looked so sexy and she told me the same thing several times during  
the night. Normally we would be looking at allot of the cute guys attending the  
party, yet we were still swarmed with attention from many of the men at the  
party much to the dismay of the other women there, it was starting to cause  
allot of tension and resentment. I wish I could announce to all the other girl's  
there that Nikki and I were a couple and they could stop fretting about us being  
the competition. Oh well, just get the hell over it. 
  
When Nikki wants time alone with me, she doesn't ask, she just 'does'. Early in  
the evening after a few drinks she walked into a room where I was talking with a  
couple of guys, she grabs me by the hand and starts pulling me away. Not a word  
or explanation, so I have to improvise an excuse, "OOOPS! Sorry I have to go!" I  
say to the totally bewildered guys as I am being dragged away. 
 
Nikki pulls me into a small study and closes the door, she turns and we are now  
nose-to-nose, lips-to-lips with my back against the door, that familiar sexual  
tension weaving about our pressed bodies, Nikki still had not spoken a word but  
her eyelids dropped lustfully as she brushed her cheeks, lips and nose against  
mine. 
  
We both groaned as our lips touched and parted, and touched gain ever so  
lightly. 
  
"How much longer am I going to have to wait before this damn party is  
over?" Nikki whispered. 
 
"Not much I hope." I whispered back.  
 
We had our moment alone to help alleviate our desire to touch one another, then  
quickly went about straightening out our dresses. 
  
For some reason the liquor turned me into a smart-mouth, hostile woman for the  
rest of the night, and it wasn't even time for my period :) That little moment  
alone with Nik had caused me to repress allot of sexual energy that comes out  
when we want to make love but have to wait. 
 
 
"Can I see you upstairs for a minute." Nikki was suddenly standing at my side,  
she had disappeared for a little bit so I was kind of shocked by her somewhat  
urgent tone. 
 
"Really?" I said with a smile, "You want to end the night now?" I just grinned  
with a buzzed look, "And start something new." I whispered. 
 
"Something else." Nikki said and she was serious about something so I stopped  
smiling and said, "Okay, lets go." 
 
"What's wrong?" I asked when we got to her room because Nikki appeared lost in  
thought and I was getting concerned something might be wrong. As she went  
fishing for something out of the bathroom I picked opened a bottled water trying  
to take in as much fluids as I could. Slowly I was coming around and let out a  
deep sigh as I closed my eyes, I could still hear the partygoers downstairs and  
brought the drink up to my lips again. Never in all of my life had I imagined I  
would be sitting here, having such an emotional, intense relationship with one  
of my best friends. I looked in the mirror for a few hard seconds and studied  
the face looking back at me wondering if this was where I fit in, was this where  
I was meant to be?  
  
It wasn't until the brass latch clicked and Nikki reappeared from the bathroom I  
was able to snap out of my thoughts. "What are you up too?" I smiled and stood  
up, Nikki had 'that' look, like she was up to something. And there was the  
incriminating fact that her right arm was behind her back. 
  
"What have you got there?" I leaned to my left and then right. 
  
"No...no...sit down." Nikki instructed and pushed me down on the bed, then  
taking a seat next to me. I continued to playfully lean to my left and then  
back, "Show me!" I giggled. Nikki reached around with her left hand and  
switched, to keep it out of my view. 
  
"Shhh!" Nikki hissed and I grinned, "Okay...okay" and I sat still trying to  
restrain a smile while my hands nervously fidgeted together. 
  
"I was going to wait till we were at my parents house, but I couldn't  
wait so, I just wanted you to have this now, because." Nikki looked down at her  
lap and took a deep breath. My smile faded as I saw that Nikki was becoming even  
more serious then I normal, which is pretty damn serious. 
  
"Well, because." She continued, seemingly lost for words, and her right hand  
moved from her lap and awkwardly fumbled across my lap until she found my left  
hand and we both instinctively interlaced our fingers. 
  
"Nikki?" My words came out barely above that of a whisper. I leaned forward  
trying to find Nikki's eyes, but it wasn't too long before she looked up, with  
the slightest hint that she was struggling to hold back a sea of emotion. 
  
"I just thought it would be okay to give you something, something as a symbol  
of my feelings for you, I hope you don't think I am rushing things." and her  
left hand came into view, I noticed the faintest tremble in her fingers, fingers  
that gently supported a small wrapped box. 
  
I remembered to breath and exhaled, my right hand came up and took the present  
as my left hand untangled itself from Sharon's grip. 
  
"What is it?" I looked up at Nikki, her face lighting up with anticipation and  
joy. 
  
"Duh! You have to open it to find out!" Nikki half smiled. 
  
I peeled away the wrapping revealing a black box and slowly opened it to find a  
thin, platinum band nestled in it's holding place. It caught the light from  
the far end of the room just right. It wasn't the object itself but the meaning  
behind it that suddenly caught me off guard. 
  
Nikki leaned in with hopefully anticipation. 
  
I simply shook my head back and forth, "It's beautiful!", I tried to  
smile, 'Should be an easy enough task' I thought, but the slightest show of  
emotion was more then I could handle. My left hand ran over my chin and cheeks.  
'God I feel so flushed' I thought. Involuntarily tears spilled down my face,  
dripping down to my lap, some catching my left forearm. Nikki leaned back and  
smiled, she watched me lean towards her and we embraced one another, my head  
rested on Nikki's right shoulder as I studied the simple but beautiful ring. 
  
"I know you like really simple things, so I thought," 
  
"It's wonderful!" I interrupted. 
  
"Did you even read the inscription on your ring?" 
  
"No" I gasped and pulled the ring off my finger and held it up to the light. 
  
"To Corbin from Nikki; my friend, my lover, my life." 
  
I shook my head and was unable to speak for fear of choking on my emotions,  
I simply put it back on my finger. "It fits so well, I don't even think I 
need it to be resized." I mumbled aloud. 
  
(OK! Freeze frame here for a minute. Normally I gag over scenes like this. 
 Mushy ring exchanges between two girls is damn silly, or so I used to think.  
Being on the receiving end of such a gift was not only a new experience but a  
realization that when there is true emotion behind such gifts it adds a whole  
new perspective to things. Although I still think it's a bit on the corny side.) 
  
A knock at the door started both of as, "You two in there? What are you doing?  
Why is the door locked! I want to see what's going on!" Sharon was yelling. 
  
"Coming!" We both called out at the same time. 
 
"This is the most wonderful gift I have ever received." I said and hugged her  
before we left the room, "I love you so much." Damn, I was on a euphoric high! I  
didn't want to go back to the party, I wanted to make love to her right now! 
  
So, I guess I am really a soft romantic sucker at heart as I resolved to wear  
the ring all the time, every day, all day. I wasn't sure what to tell the  
curious if they asked her if I was engaged, but I would worry about that later. 
 
Sharon was pacing down the hall as we approached, "What were you two doing in  
there?" 
 
I held up my ring finger and showed Sharon, she was so wonderful and  
enthusiastic, so you see, even the big, bad Sharon can be a great friend. 
  
I glanced over at the Grandfather clock in the massive foyer, "11:12 pm" and the  
house was still bustling with guests. We actually had forgotten Nikki and I were  
still holding hands when we came down the stairs. I felt like having another  
glass of wine and was about to head off to where the bar was, when Sharon  
stopped the two of us "Whoa...whoa...". 
  
"What?" Nik and I turned and leaned in as Sharon stepped in close, "...just a  
little warning." Sharon nodded towards the other room. 
  
"Who?" I twisted my neck around. 
  
"Don't be so obvious!" Sharon hissed low and I turned back around, my eyes 
wide with concern, "You can't miss him, he's the tall gentlemen with a few gray 
streaks in his hair, very distinguished looking." 
   
"Why, what's up?" Nikki smirked, wondering if Sharon was kidding. 
  
"I'll tell you later." Sharon leaned away with a smile. 
  
"Hmmm...okay" I shrugged. We passed a few couples, the men giving 
lingering glances in out direction and I knew it was only a matter of time  
before Nik and I were surrounded by adoring (horny/lusting) men. I felt the  
large oriental carpet under my heels and glanced around, I picked at a few trays  
of food that were sprawled through the house, making my way to the large bar,  
but I had definitely NOT seen any man fitting the description that Sharon just  
gave me. 
 
Nikki and I playfully would bump shoulders while we stood at the bar waiting to  
be served, "I saw a steam bath down in the gym, maybe we can use it tomorrow."  
Nikki smiled at me devilishly. 
  
I could only blush in response because the bartender was ready to take our  
orders, "Can I help you ladies?" He asked. 
   
We placed our orders and he filled our glasses, that's when I heard a deep voice  
to my left, I have to admit I have a thing for men with deep voices. 
  
"Charles, a bottle of the '99 Pomerol, if you please." He requested, I 
looked up to the bartender and then over to my left. I narrowed my eyes 
after a second glance, 'Could be?' I thought. 
 
"That the guy Sharon was talking about?" Nikki nudged me in question and I just  
raised an eyebrow. 
  
"I'll have to..." the bartender hesitated. 
  
"That will be fine." The older man replied with a smile and nod at the 
bartender. 
  
"Very good Sir." The bartender nodded in return, then glanced at me "Just one  
minute Ms." 
  
"That's okay." I shrugged with a faint smirk and watched the bartender quickly  
turn to leave. I honestly had no clue as to what just transpired, so I stood,  
rapping my fingernails on the granite counter top, 'Looks to be in 
his late forties, about 6' 3", a few streaks of grey and very handsome.' I 
thought to myself. 
  
"I do apologize for the inconvenience." His rich French accent softly carried in 
our direction. 
  
"That's okay." I tensely smiled, giving only the briefest of glances in his 
direction. He was being awfully discrete, using his peripheral vision, he  
seemed to be a leg man as he kept studying my legs, or maybe Nikki's? But as I  
said, it was hard for me to detect his attention given his obviously well honed  
skills of sly observation. Things like that impress me. 
  
"Here you are sir." The bartender suddenly appeared, holding a bottle of wine 
before him for inspection. I watched the man lean forward and inspect the 
label, he withdrew a pair of glasses from the inside of his finely tailored  
jacket and gave me a smirk, but it was cute because he seemed to find his own  
aging requirements to be humorous. "Yes, that is the one." He smiled and the  
bartender quickly went about uncorking the bottle. 
  
"Oh, pardon me..." 
  
It took me a moment to realize he was speaking to me and I caught him straighten 
 up as if he had just realized a grave mistake, "...how rude, would either of  
you like to try a glass?" 
  
"Oh, that's okay, no thank you." I grinned and continued to tap my fingernails 
anxiously. Nikki reached over and patted the back of my hands, it was a sign to  
stop rapping my fingernails on the table, it's a habit of mine that really  
annoys her. 
  
"Are you a fan of fine wines?" He asked as a quick follow up question. 
  
"Only if they are on sale." My drunken smart mouth blurted out, Nikki nudged my  
arm. But the man smiled, I felt bad because he was trying to be polite, well he  
was being polite, so I formulated a nicer follow up reply, "Sorry, sort of...I  
don't really know much about them." I smiled casually, but never really made eye  
contact with him, by now was convinced that this was the man Sharon warned me  
about, but he seems to be a perfect gentlemen. 
  
"But my friend here, she does, I think her family has some investments in a  
Winery over in Portugal, that's were she's from." I hooked a thumb at Nikki  
whose mouth opened but nothing came out, I think she was stunned at my revealing  
so much detail. 
 
"Yes, that's right." Nikki smiled. 
 
"Please give me your opinion, taste this Bordeaux." 
  
The bartender quickly fetched a different bottle form the other end of the bar 
and placed a wine glass in the front of me. 
  
"Oh...uhm...well" I quickly collected my thoughts, but was intrigued, Nikki and 
I watched the bartender pour a small amount into the glass and then stepped 
back. 
  
"Okay." I shrugged and picked up the glass, tipping towards my lips. I was still  
a bit tipsy at the moment but was impressed by the smooth flavor. 
  
"Did you like that?" The older gentleman to my left asked. 
  
"It was great!" I smiled. Oh yeah that really exudes a great deal of education 
on my part. 'It was great'? very classy. 
  
"Yes, very nice and smooth." Nikki said studying the wine, she really does know  
her wines. 
 
"So what's wrong with this wine?" I pointed to the glass as I glanced over to  
that 'special' bottle he had particularly requested. 
  
"Nothing at all." He smiled, "But now taste this." and the bartender picked up 
the bottle he had just retrieved from the cellar. Even the way he poured it was 
different, although it seemed to have the same color to me, 'Like I can tell 
the difference visually' I thought regarding my untrained eyes. I brought the 
glass to my lips and took a sip and then another, "Mmmmmmm..." I sighed, 
"This is incredible! So much smoother." I smiled, unable to contain myself and  
took nother sip. 
  
"Nice after taste as well." Nikki raises her eyebrows. 
 
"Chateau Le Pin"  
 
"What?" I looked over at him with these goofy eyes, I must have looked retarded. 
  
"That's the name of the winery. Technically, it is best tasted after 2006." He 
smiled. 
  
"What? 2006? You're kidding." I laughed, oh yeah I'm on a roll now, I've got my  
full class mode on. "So how do you know so much about Wines?" I asked and took  
another sip. 
  
"Jack is my business partner. We own a Winery together, actually I manage most  
of the day to day activities and he enjoys the benefits of being a 
silent partner." 
  
"Oh, so you've been friends long?" Nikki asked. 
  
"Three years." He smiled, "Allow me to introduce my self, my name is Vincent." 
  
"Oh, Corbin." I said and stuck my hand out to shake it, I half expected for him  
to perform some over the top bow and plant a kiss on the top of my hand, but he  
did not.  
 
"I'm Nikki." 
 
When he shook my hand, it was firm, formal and quick, and he withdrew.  
Hmm, he is very smooth, maybe that is what Sharon was talking about. But this  
can't be the guy I thought, he hasn't said or done anything that could be  
interpreted as misleading or inappropriate. A number of people were making their  
way to the bar and it was becoming increasingly difficult to talk. 
 
"If you please, we can step over here, so we can finish our conversation." his 
voice casual and I watched as he gestured to the Ballroom filled with people. 
Nikki and I looked at one another and we both shrugged at the offer and  
accepted. We disappeared into a long ten foot alcove that separated the large  
living room and ball room. 
 
"I don't live in the States, but I do enjoy the visits." He stated. 
  
"So you're not one of those 'I Hate Americans French?'" I cocked my left 
eyebrow, Nikki quickly brought her hand up to her mouth to cover a slightly  
chuckle on her part. 
 
"Good lord, absolutely not!" He smiled and leaned back. "My wife is American." 
and the smile briefly left his face. I tried to process what he just said,  
although my mind took a few more seconds to analyze things, given the quantity  
of alcohol I have had. 
  
"Introduce me to her." I brought the glass up to my lips after issuing the  
request, or challenge if you will. 
  
"I would love nothing more than...." He started. 
  
But I interrupted, "But you didn't bring her with you tonight." I allowed a  
coy grin to form on my lips as I poised the question. 
  
"No." His expression getting a little serious, but not tense and he took an 
odd deep breath, "She passed away four years ago." 
  
My heart sunk like a stone, "I...I...I'm sorry..." I couldn't finish the  
sentence, I felt like a giant ass. I noticed a look of concern come over his  
face. 
  
"Sorry to hear that." Nikki added. 
 
"Thank you." He said urgently and raised his right hand as if to  
console my concerns by touching my bare left shoulder, he pulled his hand away  
after the briefest of touches. A servant appeared with a tray and offered to  
take our now empty glasses. The two glasses of wine had restarted my buzz and I  
noticed that I was having to focus on things twice as hard in order to  
accomplish even a simple task of placing the glass on the tray. 
  
I saw him look down at his watch, "I must retire soon...I don't have the 
energy level for these parties like I used to." 
  
"Tell me about it" I sighed. 
  
"Before I go, could I entice either one of you in a dance? " He smiled while  
waving a hand towards the dance floor. His eyes moved from Nikki to me, and back  
to Nikki.  
 
"Go ahead, you're the better dancer between us." I smiled with some satisfaction  
as Nikki gave me this evil eye for volunteering her. 
 
"Be right back." She smiled and I watched the two walk out and proceed to  
embrace to the somewhat formal music. Wow, I was amazed as I watched  
Nikki out there, she really is so agile and graceful, and I got totally lost in  
my thoughts as I watched her. Actually I was thinking, 'Please don't ask me to  
dance next, I'll make a fool of myself.' I did not have much in the way of  
formal dance skills, where Nikki had taken dancing while growing up, damn the  
girl could dance to anything. 
 
Almost immediately I had to deflect several dance offers from approaching men, I  
wasn't ugly but I was a bit on the direct side of things, I just wanted to stand  
here and watch Nikki and Vincent dance, 'Damn she's beautiful' I thought as my  
right hand began to subconsciously pull and rotate the ring she had given me. I  
was about to step back into the shadows to try and hide myself some when I was  
approached by an attractive blonde, she handed me a drink, didn't ask me to  
dance but was hitting on me. I wasn't initially aware of those advances until  
her questions got more direct and personal. I was a little easier on her, but  
deflected her advances with the honest truth about Nikki and I. 
 
Upon closer observation, I could tell Vincent was putting 'the moves' on Nikki  
by the way he was leaning into her and moving into a tighter embrace. Other  
subtle gestures from the tilt of his head to the where he would position his  
hands. He's a man after all and there is no defense against Nikki's charms, be  
you man or woman. 
 
The song ended and I felt a sense of relief as they walked back towards us,  
"Your turn." Nikki said with a smile of satisfaction, she was having her revenge  
and grinned as Vincent held his hand out, I reluctantly took it and handed her 
my  
drink. 
 
"Your friend is an outstanding dancer." Vincent said. 
  
"Well, I really don't know how to formally dance." I protested and just 
tried to proceed with a steady walk, which I considered a major achievement 
given the amount of alcohol in me. 
  
"Here, place your left hand in my right, put your right hand on my shoulder." He  
gently instructed and so I hesitantly followed his lead, at this time I was more  
focused on accomplishing the most basic of tasks. I really wasn't even concerned  
about his hand being on my right hip, it's all in place with this type of  
dancing and he held a respectable distance between our bodies. 
  
"Sorry." I sighed as I almost stepped on his toes. 
  
"Don't be, you're doing exceptionally well." He smiled and seemed to be focusing  
on the task of dancing, not ogling at the full cleavage of my breasts. But boy- 
oh-boy he was smooth, I mean his feet seemed to glide over the dance floor. This  
was all very nice I have to admit, older refined men like Vincent definitely  
know there way around women, at least he seemed to know how to treat me. He  
treated me with respect during the conversation, no stupid one-line jokes, while  
he confidently was able to whisk me around on the dance floor. I began to glance  
around a few times as my body relaxed, the music, sight and sounds were washing  
over me as I relaxed a little more, letting my guard down just a bit, but not  
fully. I smiled when I saw Nikki, she raised her hand and waved at me a little.  
 
"You garner much attention." He said softly, rolling his eyes to the left and  
then right. I looked around and indeed a few men had gathered at the perimeter  
of the Ballroom eyeing our direction intently, I felt my body tense at the way  
guys can gawk. 
  
"Are you and Nikki good friends with Sharon?" 
 
"Huh?" I looked up, I was struggling to stay balanced as the question 
came and went. 
  
"Are you two close with Sharon?" He asked again. 
  
"Uhm, yes...yes we are, we are all good friends." I smiled and it felt like I 
was relaxing once again and *that* made him smile. 
  
"I don't know Sharon well enough, but she seems fiercely loyal where friendship 
goes and extremely intelligent, a quality that many seem to underestimate." He 
casually commented. 
  
I smiled, "Very nice of you to say. But you wouldn't be making that comment just  
because you're friends and business partners with her father, Hmm?" I asked  
suspiciously, looking up with a smile. 
  
He almost stopped dancing as he lowered his head, his rich dark eyes staring 
straight into mine, "But of course I am." and he remained serious leaving me  
guessing if he was being sarcastic or if he was actually admitting that he was  
making pleasantries for superficial reasons. I remained looking into his eyes,  
trying to evaluate his intentions when he in fact did suddenly stopped dancing. 
  
"What's wrong, why did we stop?" 
  
"The dance is over." He smiled and withdrew from me and looked towards the 
front of the hall where the small arrangement of musicians were gathered, and 
began to clap loudly with the rest of the crowd. 
  
"Oh!" I turned around quickly and started to clap, 'You idiot' I criticized  
myself for not paying attention and was shocked to feel disappointed that the  
dance had ended, this was not at all like me. A slower, softer instrumental soon  
began and I felt a faint tap on my left shoulder, I spun around to find an  
attractive young man in his twenties standing before me, looking a bit sheepish,  
"May I have a this dance?" he asked. 
  
"Soon enough." Vincent remarked to the young man and grabbed my hand pulling me  
into another dance. I frantically looked over at the young man in despair and  
called out "Next one?" I felt bad for him, yet I wasn't irritated with Vincent  
for whisking me away and I admit, I was glad to still be his partner. 
  
"This one..." He said, "...calls for a bit more...how shall I say, close  
quarters?" he framed the statement cautiously. 
  
"May I?" He asked as he looked at the space between us and I looked around 
and saw every other couple was dancing very close together and so I quickly  
tried to formulate a response. 
  
"Well, I uh...I..." I found Nikki again, she there were two guys talking to her,  
what the hell is up with that? Safety in numbers? Seems like everytime a guy  
approaches us it's always at least two or more. I felt so at ease being just 'a  
woman' as these men did their best to impress her with their social graces, all  
because I'm a woman...we'll...looks do account for something I guess. 
 
"Is that a yes?" He whispered. 
  
"Oh, uhm...Sure." I babbled caught a little off guard during my daydream.  
Vincent gently pulled and I relaxed and felt his left hand slip around to the  
small of my back to pull me close against his warm body. Now just so  
you know, I am not a total dolt when it comes to dancing, some of this was due  
to my intoxication. I felt him tilt his head off to the left as I awkwardly  
leaned my head in and for the first time felt myself become flush as  
the front of our bodies molded against one another. He pulled his extended right  
arm in tight, moving his clasping right hand from under mine to that of a curved  
hold that just about encased my fingers. The subtle effects of these movements  
had what I must admit was an intimate feel and look. 
  
'He smells good' I thought smiling to myself, and then it finally dawned on my  
slow moving brain cells, 'He wants me!' to be more bold 'He wants me in his bed  
tonight!.' It was so odd, but it felt good to be wanted like this...not  
necessarily by a total stranger...but it was empowering to have a total stranger  
lust for my body like he did. Men have tried to seduce me over the years, but  
this was the first time that the right mix of music, environment, booze and  
skills of seduction had come together all at the same time so perfectly. 
  
But let's be real, or more to the point, it was time to come back down to earth  
a little bit, so I struggled to focus and it was a struggle. After all, I had no  
intention of sleeping or fooling around with Vincent, but I am human with  
natural female urges. So, all excuses aside about the alcohol and such, I was  
flat-out aroused at the subtle moves he was putting on me. Vincent had held his  
position only just enough so that the movement of our swaying bodies touched in  
ways that seemed natural to the music being played. 
  
I decided to be clever and asked, "Nikki's a much better dancer, wouldn't you  
rather dance with her?" 
 
"No." He said softly. 
 
That was it, just a 'no', he didn't elaborate or follow up so I didn't either.  
He never verbally alluded to my physical characteristics, but the way his  
fingers slightly traced up the muscles lining my spine told me he took notice. A  
few other slight touches along the curves of my bare shoulders conveyed that as  
well. Maybe it was the total package that he was after? He was letting the  
mystery build or maybe it was of my own doing? 
  
With no resistance on my part and perhaps some assistance, our bodies had  
achieved increased pressure as we danced, much credit to his skillful blend of  
coordinated steps during our dance I should also add. I felt flushed again, his  
hips were right against mine and with more pressure then before. Not wanting to  
sound vulgar at this point, but I did wonder 'Is that his dick?' as our legs,  
thighs and hips brushed, although his bulge wasn't hard, but hanging off to his  
left - 'No doubt about it, I suspect he has one huge penis.' Okay, must stop  
that train of thought! I made myself become conscious of the fact that  
our bodies were snugly intertwined, with my arm tucked under his left, his left  
hand was now fully wrapped around behind me as he slipped down, about two inches  
below the small of my back so his fingers lightly grazed the top of my butt  
thru the dress. The thinness of the dress was especially revealing now that  
someone else's hand was moving 'down there'. I didn't feel ashamed nor wanton in  
my behavior as I seemingly melted into him as we danced, I had not recoiled 
from the added pressure of his chest and hips, no in fact, I even returned the  
new pressure against my body. 
  
He added a slight bit of pressure to his left hand at the base of my back as 
he expanded his pinky and ring finger so there was no doubt that they had 
claimed more area of my body. Moments like this call on one to make a complex  
series of responses, some purely physical while others are more logical. I was  
joined in a game at this point, a game of seduction and arousal that I was a  
willing participant in, while at other moments showed the necessary hesitations  
where lines were not to be crossed. The buzz from earlier was still there but  
not as strong, so my wits were more active now. With his hand touching the firm  
cleavage of my ass I made a conscious decision to ever-so-slightly flex my  
muscles, specifically those of my butt, in essence I had just reciprocated his  
indulgences. Were we truly on the same wavelength? His fingers made a back and  
forth pass, grazing over the valley of my tensing glutes, it definitely had the  
subtle sensation of a massaging caress. 
  
We stayed like this for several seconds until he twisted his hips, this time to  
the left causing his pelvis to move directly against mine. Amazing, I was  
swooning in the middle of this dance floor, surrounded by people and fully  
dressed, but felt very aroused. My heart pounded at the erotic advances that  
were now becoming evident, they had crept up on me slowly, but now I was feeling  
my body reacting on its own in ways I had never anticipated. His sudden, bold  
move had not surprised me, but my own reaction did. A warmth filled my tummy and  
began to spread, and yes I had become moist below, with some degree of  
embarrassment I do admit this much older man, had made me wet with arousal.  
Another tell tale sign was my extremely hard nipples, no doubt to be detected  
thru this flimsy dress and practically see thru bra. I suddenly caught my breath  
causing my chest to expand, lifting my cleavage higher out of the dress, this  
reaction was partly the result of his pelvis...'this man's crotch' I  
thought...invading my most private space. My pussy was now intimately feeling  
the pressure of his groin, a tiny trickle of sweat ran down the side of my  
cheek, so slight that the naked eye would have trouble noticing, but I felt it's  
tickle, but none more noticeable then the wet tickle in the depths of my vagina  
at the eroticism of our mating crotches. I was simply flustered at how my body  
was feeling and all was doing was allowing the moment to flow over me. 
  
I was in between heaven and hell and yet Vincent remained steady, he seemed to  
soak in the smells of my perfume at my neck and keep his touches subtle but  
readily available as if he could tell when and where I wanted to be touched. 
  
"Your wonderful on your feet, I'll regret when this number ends." He whispered  
into my ear, his lips grazing my ear lobe, his breath warm and smooth. 
  
The number and dance finally ended, without saying a word we pulled away  
from one another. Strange, but the spell was broken when we parted, at least for  
me it was, I took a deep breath and collected myself. 
 
He reached over and gently gripped my right hand with his left, not to dance but  
he wanted me to go with him, "Can we go speak in private." 
 
"Thank you Vincent, but I want to return to Nikki now." I said with a smile but  
didn't mince words, the dance was wonderful and it was a nice moment.  
 
"Of course." He reluctantly said, I did walk with him hand in hand back to  
where Nikki stood waiting, she had managed to shoo away the two guys and she  
grinned upon our return. I released Vincent's hand and took my drink from Nik. 
"So, here I am in front of the two most beautiful women at this party, and I  
have to wonder, no male companions this evening?" He asked in a very casual  
manner that was flattering at the same time. 
 
I smile crept out of the right corner of my mouth as I looked at Nikki on my  
right, she was already looking at me with her own slight grin. My right hand  
wrapped around her back possessively. "We came together." I said. 
 
I could see the wheels spinning in his mind as he processed my statement, but  
the light bulb had not gone off yet. His head cocked and he had this momentary  
devilish look, like maybe I had just suggested something kinky? But then Nikki  
raised a hand and waved a finger between us, "We are a couple." 
 
His expression went neutral, poker faced, then his brow scrunched as if he  
was now concerned about something, "Good lord." Which for some reason elicited a 
slight giggle or chuckle from both of us, like he was shocked he had not figured 
it out on his own. 
 
"It's okay," Nikki smiles while reaching over to pat him on the arm, "We get  
that reaction allot." He also seemed relieved, partly due to the fact that he  
was trying all night long to seduce us and nothing was working, so he felt  
better knowing that he had not lost 'his touch'. Although our little dance was  
very nice I later told him, but that was the extent of it. 
 
We chatted a little more and then Nikki and I headed toward the back of the  
house, towards one of the main staircases that led upstairs. No crowds and some  
peace and quiet, it was late and we were both tired. But my heart was pounding  
again and my mind drifted with images of Nikki and I making love, we stopped at  
the base of the staircase, my mind fluttered with thoughts and images. Neither  
of us initiated the pause, but we both were facing each other her hands lightly  
holding my hands, I gave a faint smile as we looked steadily into one another's  
eyes. Nikki leaned in to hug me, I welcomed the embrace and wrapped my arms  
around her back. It was a hug, and then it became more then just a hug, where  
two people feel like they want so much more. Our spark was there and started to  
grow as I felt her lips on my left cheek, her hands were suddenly  
up on my shoulders, touching my neck and moving back down, until they rested on  
my hips. In a flushed moment I turned my head and kissed her left cheek in  
return. My chest heaved a little and she gripped my hips with a little more  
firmness, pulling me in close until our pelvises met head-on. My head tilted  
back a little, eyes closed as her mouth was moving up and down my throat with  
more kisses. I opened my mouth and I know an audible moan had escaped. 
 
"I never imagined I could feel this way." I whispered, it was true, even now the  
thought that some girl could make my most private parts quiver and ache with  
lust is simply shattering. At one time I only thought a man might be able to do  
this, but only Nikki, only her touch has ever been able to coax such sexual  
desires out of my body. So strong I sometimes feel like I am willing to kill  
just have her with me. Troubling thoughts indeed. 
 
True to form, my thighs quaked and responded with nothing more then a subtle  
pelvic thrust on her part and I heard her moan, which was caused by a return  
thrust from my own pelvis. I had changed my stance so my legs spread a bit more.  
I remember her hair coursing thru my fingers as they plunged into their depths,   
my head rolled off to the left and right as I let her explore my neck  
with her lips and slight touch of her tongue. Her left hand moved gracefully  
with patience, from my right hip until I felt her palm rest on my  
right ass check, from there she applied new pressure and took the opportunity to  
feel me, every molded curvature of my ass. Even if it was thru the fabric of the  
dress it was done in a way that made me feel naked under her touch. 
  
"I want you so bad." Nikki whimpered. By now, her mouth wanted more and she  
moved back up to my cheek, I ran my tongue over my lips before turning my head  
and we began with a few soft, lingering kisses until our mouths opened wide into  
a deep kiss. 
 
We made it back to my room, where I wanted Nikki to stay with me,"God, what a  
night." Nikki sighed as she slipped her shoes from her feet, she 
turned around and watched me as I let my hair down and shook it out. 
  
"Come here." Nikki cooed and opened her arms. 
  
"What do you want?" I said sarcastically as I embraced my lover. 
  
"You" Nikki smiled, not a word was spoken as we tenderly clung to one another,  
hands roaming over hips, thighs, shoulders and breasts, until we were totally  
nude and climbed safely within the warm, cozy confines of the heavy blankets.  
The music and voices downstairs slowly faded to silence, my eyes had adjusted to  
the heavy shadows that lined the ceiling and wall. Biting my lower lip, I  
reached up and stroked Nikki's right arm that lay draped over me from behind as  
she lay curled up behind me, I opened my mouth to speak but paused as my eyelids  
fluttered. 'I do enjoy this feeling' I felt safe and totally at ease. 
  
**********  
 
Nikki and had to get back on the road the next day, said our goodbye's and went  
to her parent's house. 
 
Now if you recall, Sharon had been eager to box me, but that didn't happen,  
although a few weeks later when I came with her to pick up some things and bring  
them back to our Townhouse, she was dead set that we box. 
 
"Come on." Taunted Sharon. Fine, let's get this over with I thought. 
  
I had just gotten my mouth piece in and hands up when Sharon punched me on the  
cheek, sending my head snapping. Fucking bitch! 
  
Sharon came at me again, but I jerked my head back, but when I brought my head  
back forward, I ate a solid punch to my right cheek. It wasn't a light punch  
either and I grunted, "Damn!" I moaned shaking it off. 
  
"Start moving your feet..." Sharon instructed, "...and stay on the balls." 
  
'I know what the fuck to do!' I thought to myself, I had been taking kickboxing  
for months now, not that I'm an expert in boxing because of it, but I was going  
at a very cautious pace because that is what I thought Sharon would do as well.  
I mean we are friends after all but I should have known better, Sharon's has a  
point to prove here and I honestly wonder how our friendship survives these  
awkward moments. 
  
So now I'm getting serious about things and watch as Sharon would phase in and  
out of fighting to offer instructions to me, which is fine, I let Sharon pretend  
she is being the instructor here, she seems to enjoy having this role. I am  
usually the dominant one when it comes to all forms of athletics, so I guess  
this is her chance to shine, 'For now' I think and have to force an evil grin  
from coming over my lips. I faked with my left and plowed my right just above  
Sharon's left breast, knocking her back several steps. Sharon's eyes grew big as  
she moaned, rolling her shoulder in discomfort. "Damn, you hit hard!" Sharon  
actually had to take a couple of breaths to catch her breath. 
  
I smiled and that irked Sharon, "Okay, try this on for size." Sharon began 
to strategize and danced around me utilizing more foot work. She got me with a  
crisp left to my cheek to which I fired a return. Sharon ducked, my glove  
whizzed over her head. Sharon then jerked her body and countered with a right  
cross which stung my mouth head on. I was getting a bit pissed, because she was  
clearly going for my face, and was not holding back as much as I thought she  
would, I would be going into work next week with whelps and bruises! Not to  
mention Nikki might get pissed at Sharon for doing this to me. 
  
Maybe Sharon thought I was dazed, because she hesitated, but in reality the  
punches didn't phase me at all, so I took the presented opportunity and launched  
a left hook that smacked Sharon on her right cheek. By the way the muscles along  
my arm rippled, it was evident I had thrown a little more into that punch to let  
Sharon know that she doesn't rule this ring. Sharon staggers back, and instantly  
replies with a right uppercut, but Sharon appears reckless in that she's  
throwing the punch before she's retained her footing. I weaved out of the way  
and thudded a glove under Sharon's chin, I pulled the punch some, but Sharon's  
head still rocked upward, I then sent a straight right punch that nailed  
Sharon's gut. 
  
I backed off, I didn't want things to get out of hand and I needed to asses  
Sharon's state of mind. She might be pissed that I caught her with two in a row  
like that and I could have closed in and finished her off with a flurry of hard  
punches. Finish her off? WTF! You see, that's why I backed off, I have this  
fighting switch that flips and I have to go in for the kill when I sense defeat  
at hand. The only thing that saved Sharon was that she is my dear friend. 
  
Sharon snorted and her hands went to cradle her stomach, Sharon was sweating  
profusely now as the drops speckled her entire face and body. Yep, I could tell  
Sharon was angry, but that concerned me only slightly. This sounds arrogant I  
know, but I did more covering up for the next couple of minutes to let Sharon  
find her bearings emotionally. Sharon started to pepper my head with hits again,  
but then I started getting pissed as Sharon wasn't letting up and had backed me  
almost off the matted area we had sectioned off. So I left the right side of my  
face totally exposed as I lowered my glove, and Sharon's body moved in for  
attack, 'she had amazingly taken the bait' I thought. 
  
The result was that Sharon's whole body seemed to lift in the air and she sagged  
back as if she was going to fall, I had just plowed my right fist up into my  
friends gut and hard. I sidestepped and moved back to the center of the  
makeshift ring. Again, I should have leapt on my opponent while she was  
staggered, but this was not a full blown fight, we were just messing  
around...right? I guess I'll find out in a few seconds. 
  
I watched Sharon close her eyes and took a few deep breaths, her eyes blinked as  
she tried to keep moving around while catching her breath. 
  
"Had enough?" I asked hoping for an affirmative. 
  
Our eyes met, Sharon smirked...an evil smirk and shook her head, sweat flew 
off the tips of her brown matted pony tail. She raised her boxing gloves and  
came for me again. Again I backed off of any power punches and did more  
defensive work, I think Sharon gave up on the body blows because it was  
ineffective, like hitting a wall of muscle everywhere. 
  
At this point, we had both exchanged about a dozen more blows, but Sharon was  
not managing her energy levels, I think she thought this would be an easy task,  
why I don't know. Had she forgotten the hours I would spend every week training  
in my Martial Arts classes? What did she think I would do there all day? Or the  
tournaments that I had competed in? It was pretty much over as Sharon began to  
lean into me now, and her gasping for breath thru her mouth was another big  
clue. I dodged away and put my hands up, just to see if she had anymore left in  
her, but she shook her head and waved her hands. 
  
We pulled our head gear off and I nearly got emotional when Sharon walked over  
to me and rested her head on my shoulder, seeking comfort and tenderness. There  
was no anger or resentment that I had just bested her in another athletic  
department. 
  
"I'm whipped." Sharon moaned and stepped back, Sharon didn't challenge me again  
for a long, long time, she had improved since then, but not enough because I had  
also improved. She came at me hard during our second bout, an uppercut just  
about knocked her out and if it wasn't for Nikki being there to calm the  
situation, I might have freaked out, seeing Sharon sprawled out on the matt, not  
moving, I immediately assumed I had killed her! She wasn't knocked out, just  
stunned. 
 
********* 
 
The holiday's at Nikki's house was wonderful, her family was very inviting and  
accepting with me. We had NO time to ourselves until after the holidays, no  
making love for almost a whole week, it was hell. 
  
When we got back home we practically attacked one another, I had never seen this  
side of Nikki, she practically growled, biting and sucking on my lips as I  
wrapped my arms around her neck. Nik ran the palms of her hands over my  
buttocks, stroking and cupping each one as we stood nose to nose in the middle  
of my foyer, Sharon wasn't home so I knew we were going to make love that very  
minute.  
 
"God, I am so horny" Nikki sighed. 
  
"Me too." I whispered back. 
  
Like a couple of giddy school girls we made our way to the bathroom and filled  
the small tub. We both settled into the warm water, finally a moment to relax as  
Nikki reached over and gently traced a pattern with her fingernail around one of  
my full breasts, "Remember that night at the beach?" 
  
"I'll never forget." I said as I watched Nikki intensely, I could see the  
emotion washing through her and I thought there was a hint of a real tear there  
as well. Instinctively my hands suddenly reached over and slipped down Nikki's  
wet body, I took a hold of Nikki's free hand and guided her fingers down  
between my legs and in a surprise move Nikki suddenly clutched my cunt, worming  
a finger deep inside me. Even now I can't believe the things we did and shared  
together. I had closed my eyes and a shudder went thru my body, as I allowed  
myself to be so vulnerable, but I trusted Nikki and trust is a vital part of my  
comfort with someone. Nikki always knew how to be gentle with me, even when she  
was aggressive like now. 
  
Saying things like "Take me, take all of me, I'm yours, It's yours. Use me." Was  
usually too much for Nikki to absorb and as I anticipated she suddenly stood  
up, soap and water cascading down her body. 
  
"Let's go to the bedroom." And she reached down, grabbing my hand. We were wet  
and stayed wet as we made our way down the hall to my bedroom. She pushed me  
back onto the bed and slid herself between my legs, wrapping her arms around my  
thighs, and with no preamble, no hesitation, she simply glued her mouth to my  
pussy. 
  
Had anyone told me a long time ago, that when Nikki and I first met, she would  
be eating me out one day, I would have laughed at the thought of it...perhaps  
even been repulsed. But there she was, lapping up my juices. My emotions were so  
high that I didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or burst out in tears. We  
were also comfortable with one another, telling each other what to do, many  
times it was about enjoying each other's body; touch, smell and security were  
all very intertwined. As Nikki would lazily kiss my inner thighs I would look  
down and run my fingers through her black hair. I didn't just enjoy having a  
woman make love to me, I enjoyed making love to a woman. 
  
I sat up abruptly and began pushing Nikki back down on the bed, and I mean  
firmly. She would resist slightly, but I just quickly intercepted and would push  
her arms over her head. With her wrists gripped and subsequently pinned over her  
head she would thrust her pussy upward in defiance. Flipping my head with a jerk  
sent my long blonde hair over to my back with land with a wet slap. "Roll over!"  
I ordered, it was not a request, yet Nikki just smiled playfully, and  
whispered..."Make me." 
  
"Gladly" I said and quickly went to turn Nikki over as resisted, but was  
ultimately forced onto her stomach with a loud protesting grunt, let's  
be real, she could have struggled allot harder, but the fact was we did wrestle  
a little and it only heightened the love making. 
  
Taking my right knee I forced it between Nikki's thighs, the slick soapy skin  
made it a little easier. Changing the tempo I began to kiss my lover's - neck,  
shoulders, slowly moving down Nikki's spine...my tongue taking turns with my  
lips. I kissed those two perfectly round ass cheeks, sliding my open mouth from  
side to side, the tip of my tongue began to flick very lightly all the way down  
Nikki's crack, circling around her anus, but without touching it. I had never  
done this before and was so out of my mind with lust I didn't care. 
  
My hands began kneading Nikki's ass - hard, then softly, "Yesss..." and then  
another "Yessss" Both affirmations came as I glanced up, mouth open when I saw  
Nikki looking over her shoulder and arching her butt even more toward my face.  
But it was the way her mouth lay gaping, almost panting, it was amazing that she  
seemed to be making more noise as I licked around her anus again. 
 
"Oh my god" Nikki grunted and her head fell back down on the pillow, Don't  
stop!" Nikki moaned and she was actually cumming again when my tongue ran over  
her puckered tight hole!  
  
I didn't say a word - but just flipped one of NIkki's legs over the other, 
putting her on her back. After sending her into another orgasm, I pushed up, 
my whole body was shaking, as was Nikki's as I climbed up so we could embrace. 
  
"Look at me..." Nikki whispered and I raised my head up, my eyes peering from  
behind a thin veil of entangled blonde hair. 
  
"How did I get so lucky as to ever meet you?" Nikki sighed, stroking my hair and  
shoulders. I smiled, but tears filled my eyes to hear such nice things. We then  
proceeded to kiss long and deep and it was my turn again, she laid me on my  
stomach and then proceeded to kiss and lick my ass as I had done to her. God it  
was so beautiful. 
 



  
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