Corbin

College 

Chapter 11

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When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality

-The Offspring

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Some people may be under the illusion that if you seriously workout, one must obviously have some strict 
method of lifting/cardio and so on that is followed, day in and day out. Actually no, and of course I am 
speaking for myself. That being said, let me go on to say that I do not tote around a notebook and keep a 
log of all of my routines, believe it folks. I just go with what feels right on that particular day and partly 
because I have been doing it for so long now it is just second nature. What I eat and drink, how I bike and 
run, lift and so on has pretty much evolved to a point that my body guides me now. Not any manual or 
log entry and yes there are days I push myself beyond what I should do.

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A small rant: Why do guys stare at boobs as if they have never seen a pair? 
90% of all men I meet never make initial eye contact, first they size up my breasts and then look up to 
make eye contact, yes it's that obvious guys, and I don't really have big boobs either! I'm looking straight 
ahead and you are looking down, then you look up. (Even if you don't move your head I can see your 
eyeballs moving). I think I should write a book called "The Art of Discretion", where I teach men to use 
their 'Peripheral Vision'. Actually I have a humorous attitude about the whole thing now, you guys have 
an expression that is priceless, for one split second there is this childlike look of "MAMA!!" and then you 
snap to attention.
 
That's right come to Mama and then *POW* right in the kisser!! :) Just 
Kidding, well maybe.
  
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Sharon was standing off to my right speaking with the hairdresser explaining what the cut should look 
like and the whole time I could feel my stomach twisting as I watched Sharon draw invisible lines along 
my neck and face.

"Shit that's a lot of hair!" I mumbled in despair.
 
"Everything's going to be okay, you're going to look wonderful" I felt the hairstylist lean in close her warm 
reassuring voice entering my left ear canal, but it did very little to ease my concerns.
 
"Don't worry strong girl you won't loose all of your strength when your hair is cut." Sharon rubbed my 
right shoulder ever trying to bring some lightheartedness into the moment and I smiled. 'Uh oh! My 
cheeks are trembling...that's a bad sign it means I'm going to cry!' Good grief I feel pathetic about to ball 
because my long blonde hair was getting cropped about shoulder length.
 
Snip...snip...snip....and sure enough the next thing I knew my right hand was brushing the tears off my 
cheeks as my hair floated away, down to the ground below. I have to say it helped that the woman cutting 
my hair was such an artist, it was a distraction to watch as she sculpted, cut, slashed and shaped my locks 
of hair. She was so graceful with the scissors and razor that I became momentarily mesmerized by the 
flashing metal reflecting off the overhead lights. 
 
Now why would going from totally unmanaged and unkempt, to something 
smooth, shapely and glamorous cause my insides to flip-flop? I didn't know for sure but as the hours wore 
on that day I felt my body slowly succumb to the delicious body treatment that ensued. Pedicure, 
Manicure, Facial, Makeup, Hair...after all it was a full service salon and Sharon had outdone herself in 
making sure I was well taken care of.
 
'But who am I kidding? I knew for damn sure that there was no way I was going to be able to maintain 
this level of style, but for one night I did my best to pull it all together:
 
1 'Convertible' bra cause I'm wearing a strapless dress.

1 Pair of Black Evening shoes with almost three inch heels! YIKES!

1 Diamante v-string thong (Mmmmm I don't normally like thongs, but damn I looked incredibly sexy in it 
and it felt good under the gown).

1 Micro-Fleece Classic Gown, slits going up the left and right side, but not that high.
 
READY TO GO!! (I won't bore you with the makeup, shaving, and other personal attention that goes into 
making us look nice for you guys.)
 
"Hey! I look pretty damn hot!" I blurted out in front of the full length mirror, turning to the left, then to 
the right several times, taking small steps as if fearful the image was a mirage. In truth I barely recognized 
myself, my hair had that radiant sheen and I simply couldn't stop smiling, also I was proud for once at 
having decent size breasts which really sealed-the-deal with this particular dress. My cleavage was going 
to be on display tonight for sure!
 
Sharon stood off to one side nodding her head with approval, extremely impressed with my outcome, 
almost feeling like some proud parent.

Well it was one of the best nights of my life, a firestorm of attention from guys and girls (even from some 
of the girls that disliked me), everyone complimented my appearance. Everything was paying off it 
seemed, my hard work in the gym had given my body that very defined physique that was nicely shown 
off in the dress; being strapless my neck, shoulders and arms were on display, and the sexiest part was the 
slit up the side of the gown showing off my calves and thighs. For once I relished every bit of it and oddly 
enough the intense male attention didn't seem to bother Dale, in fact it only pumped his pride and ego 
up even further.

(On another side note, if I don't type it now I will forget! Anyway this was a very serious time for Dale and 
I, we were way past the 'Meet-the-Parents' and 'Parents-meet-the-Parents' phases. Very serious 
assumptions and plans were being discussed, by Family and Friends, about our future! Oh God the 
anxiety! But dating didn't get any easier then Dale and I, except for his constant pressure for sex! It was 
all very straight forward with us, no dating other people or figuring things out, or taking a break. We 
were destined to be together and become Husband and Wife, except he obeys ME! Until...the 'other 
woman' showed up; a sexy, sultry, exotic foreigner, and if you have been paying attention that is, you 
know her name to be Nikki. But enough of these pesky, painful details! I was going to enjoy myself 
tonight, how nice for me!) 

Back to The Party: I felt bad for those girls that are emaciated waifs, starving their already thin bodies to 
try and go down just one more dress size. They look sickly thin and pale while I on the other hand look 
healthy and well toned. Trust me I try to encourage them to eat more and exercise more to put weight on, 
the good news is I have managed to convert some of them and they look awesome now! 
  
"Things are winding down, do you want to head on up?" Dale whispered as he slid his right arm around 
my back and pulled me in close.
 
"Sure." I sighed, I was getting sleepy anyway...WHOOOAAAA!...What did he just say? "What? Go up 
where?" I suddenly looked over at him, we were almost eye level now with my heels.
 
"I got us a room for the night." Dale smiled casually, "I can't wait to peel this dress off your hot body. 
Besides it's late and I thought it would be convenient and romantic to have our own room tonight."
 
I was a bit speechless, on one hand it made sense and did sound romantic after all the event was being 
hosted by one of the really nice hotels in the area. 'But I know he's up to something' my mind continued 
to suspect as I felt his hands caressing up and down my waist pulling me in tighter.
 
"Just come on up and see." Dale smiled mischievously and I admit I was very excited at the moment so I 
went along with his plans, we walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor my heart was pounding 
furiously as my mind played tricks on me. 'Am I actually second guessing myself? No! He us not asking 
for sex, but the plan is obvious!' I continued to wrestle with things emotionally.

'We will sleep in the same bed, but no sex!' There done deal! My willpower can overcome all! He slipped 
the key card in and the light turned green, 'Bingo we were in! And that sneaky devil had been planning 
something for sure.' I just walked into that room took a look around and burst into tears, it was a 
beautiful sight to behold!

"Why are you crying?" He rushed over.
 
"It's so beautiful!" I babbled as my tear blurred eyes swept across the room. The lights were low and some 
beautifully romantic music played in the background. But I think it was the rose pedals...they formed a 
trail from the door, up to the bed and were carefully littered all about while a huge arrangement of red 
roses sat on the nearby dresser. I've had allot of guys in High School and College try to romance me away 
from my boyfriends, all sorts of elaborate stunts, holding up big signs at Gymnastic and Soccer meets, 
saying things like "I love you Corbin!", "Will you marry me!!??" how embarrassing! How goofy! But keep it 
coming! I didn't say I hated it.

So my guard was down and my emotions were running high, now my body and mind wanted to make 
love to this man! Once again my body, mind, and all that other psychological stuff goes to war against 
one another.

"Oh baby." He sighed and pulled me into this incredibly warm embrace, our bodies were on 
fire...errr...make that MY body was on fire. Dale was pushing all the right buttons tonight and I was 
almost ready to just give myself over to him, to consummate our relationship, to let him take me and 
make love to me all night. I wanted it...I wanted him...I wanted him in me, on top of me...you name it. I 
knew my body was into it as I realized I was involuntarily grinding my crotch against his and that set off a 
chain reaction on both our parts. His hands moved down and cupped my ass, squeezing firmly as our 
mouths mated against one another.
 
'Shit I'm going to ruin the dress!' My mind screamed as we pulled and ground against one another, 
standing in the middle of that room, 'Oh fuck the dress!' I sighed and gave in. We carefully guided one 
another to the bed and I took the initiative by pushing him towards the bed, the back of his knees hit the 
edge of the mattress and he sat down breaking off the kiss. He looked up at me and then began to lie 
back, pulling me down on top of him. The dress was getting in the way so I began to hike it up high on 
my legs so I could straddle his waist, and I think that's when he thought I had given him the green light. I 
suppose I can understand his view on things as I was responding to everything at this point and being 
pretty aggressive myself.
 
Damn he is quick! He had that zipper down, belt unbuckled and penis out in seconds, the touch against 
my inner thighs was startling at first but I was still into kissing and his touches, so I let it slide for the 
moment. I felt him try to move a little lower and get 'into position', yet I still didn't say anything to stop 
him, but my right hand was already moving down to intervene. I felt the track of his hand moving up my 
leg and then under my dress, searching for something, to remove that final barrier with his deft fingers 
that ran along the trim of my panties, gliding along until they reached my crotch. He gently traced the 
outline of my labia thru the fabric, no amateurish poking or prodding, but soft pleasurable strokes. 
 
"Hold on." I whimpered.
 
"What." He gasped in my ear as he nibbled on my earlobe.
 
"Unzip me." I moaned. Breaking off to get undressed was a real challenge, my entire body was hot, so 
horny and I was soaking wet between the legs that it felt like some animalistic urge was taking me over. I 
wanted to rip my clothes off and his, to dominate, to utterly and sexually dominate him. 'God what has 
gotten into me?'

"As you wish." He groaned with a faint smile.

We got off the bed and I turned my back to him, his hot breath whispered on my neck, the hairs stood up 
in response, he didn't unzip me right away, but started to kiss my neck and shoulders in a slow and 
tender manner, I thought of Nikki kissing me, but only for a second. As for expectations Dale knew the 
ground rules, sure he might push things as he always does, but I was willing to let things go a little 
further tonight, just not all the way.

Dale slid his hands down around my waist and to my stomach pulling me tight against him. It didn't take 
long before the simmering heat that exists between us began to once again build into a volcanic thunder. 
He was grinding his crotch into my butt and I was grinding right back as his hands were cupping my 
breasts thru the dress.

"I get so hot for you it drives me crazy." I sighed.

"I love hearing you say that," Dale whispered, "but you keep allot to yourself Corbin, it would nice to hear 
it more often."

I just smiled he was right I rarely expressed my physical desires toward him verbally.  Finally his fingers 
slowly moved the tiny zipper down and I turned around. Dale had already started undressing and I loved 
his body, he was ripped and has a six pack of abs and wonderful muscles all over, without a word spoken I 
slipped off my dress, my bra and then decided to reveal all of my body by pushing off my panties. This 
was an action that I did not take lightly, his eyes went wide absorbing every inch as he had never seen me 
fully nude before. But his look conveyed something else, a look not only of adoring, but of pure lust, looks 
I've seen many times before.

"My god Corbin, you have the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He gushed. (Does he really expect 
me to believe such over the top comments? Just telling me I am pretty/beautiful is plenty, so why do guys 
have to add junk like "In the whole wide world!!")

I just blushed and tilted my head, Dale was also now fully nude, and his penis as hard as that body of his. 
Simultaneously we both knelt onto the bed and then I had the oddest thought, I remembered that night 
in my room, we he asked me to make a muscle with my arm. I smiled and spontaneously raised both 
arms to perform a double bicep pose, twisting my torso just a little while flexing my abs. The look on his 
face was priceless, his eyes got wide and he entered into what I call a 'trance like state', his hands 
immediately reached out and touched my stomach, shoulders, and then my biceps, he couldn't get 
enough. 

"I love this body," He was spoke and moved like a man possessed! 
"Your so hard, so sexy, so amazing!" I then lowered my arms as we moved our knees toward one another, 
Dale was all over me, not clumsy or random, but he wanted to explore and arouse me at the same time. 
He was succeeding on all fronts! The felling of his chest hair across my breasts was warm and soothing, 
his large erection throbbing against my belly sent an erotic shiver up my spine. Slowly we started to kiss, 
open mouths hovering and touching, tongues rolling against one another. Our strong bodies lowered to 
the bed, and rolled across the covers while our legs and arms intertwined, I have never been totally nude 
with anyone before (except Nikki) and I was trembling as our bodies seemed to grind and writhe against 
one another, almost as if we were wrestling.

I was on top of him now, and could feel his hips push up, the heat between our sexes was incredible, in 
that moment I now felt that incredible chemistry that exists between a man and a woman, and how 
powerful the desire to make love can really be. Our kissing never stopped as I felt the length of his penis 
rub along the length of my labia. I was so wet and slippery! Dale even said so...
"God you're so wet!" (Told you so!)

I had to reach down between our bodies to control the movement of his penis, for fear of him accidently 
achieving the right angle and trying to enter me. But I'm so tight I doubt it would be an easy achievement 
anyway. I cupped the length of his shaft it felt so hot to the touch as I moved down until it now pressed 
firmly against ridges of my lower abs. My action caused him to instantly thrust upward, I held it tight 
against me as I helped him rub his penis between my hand and my stomach. The thickness and power of 
holding his penis was amazing, the effect on me was staggering, at times I thought I could literally feel 
my juices leaking out of my vagina. It was my body reacting to this man under me, making me ready to 
accept him and I wanted him in me, to become apart of me. The same was true for Dale, I could tell it 
wouldn't be long before he was ready to cum, every fiber of his being had but one desire, to be inside of 
me, to hump and thrust against my body, to overcome any barrier and restrictions, he would not be 
satisfied until he had made love to me.

I pulled away some and noticed his face was flushed, beads of sweat covering his forehead, he was 
breathing heavy and seemed to be struggling not to cum yet. "You turn me on like no other women I have 
ever met." He moaned, his hands always seemed to gravitate to my breasts and/or butt, or both at the 
same time, one hand on each :).

"Oh God Corbin," He groaned and mumbled something that was slightly incoherent.

I was seriously getting off on this, I looked up and smiled a little at this man writhing on the bed, he 
wanted me so bad, he wanted what I had, but he knew I would never give it up before marriage. Just then, 
I had visions of him on his knees proposing marriage, then the look on his eyes as he carries me over the 
threshold into a room much like this one. Oh yeah, I was horny as well, I was breathing hard and covered 
in sweat from our making out and pure lust, my left hand had moved down under my body and between 
my legs, 'I am so wet!' I thought, my plentiful juices kept me well lubricated as I rubbed on my clit. It 
took only seconds for a few faint shutters to roll thru my body, 'Oh lord' I moaned. 

I'm sure it's rather sickening to read all of this, but hey tough shit! You dopes reading this should feel 
lucky that I am sharing as much as I am. 

It didn't take long for Dale to cum, I had his penis pressed against my abs and was using my hand to 
gently stroke him. I know he longed for me to go 'down on him', you know give him oral sex, or a blow 
job to put it bluntly. He even promised to eagerly return the favor, sounds nice indeed, but I just refused 
to cross that line. In the end he was ecstatic that I had gone so far as to be totally nude with him.

Yeah, call me a prude or whatever, I don't care.

Anyway, with so many duds out there, Dale was a real gem, totally loyal and devoted to me. I kissed him 
some more, "I love you." he moaned into my mouth and I responded in kind. I was still laying on top of 
him, slowly letting my weight settle completely, his hands began to stroke my shoulders, down my back 
until they cupped each of my butt, which he gently stroked as we laid there for several minutes.
There was a refreshing feeling of freedom, laying her totally nude with Dale.

"What?" I asked, knowing he had something on his mind.

"How fortunate I am, to have the sexiest girl on campus, laying here in my arms." He said. I tried not to 
laugh, and took the compliment in stride, I don't think of myself as this incredible sexy person.

"I don't know about that," I blushed and looked away wanting to be humble. 'Nikki takes top honors in 
my opinion.' I thought, and thank god I kept that opinion to myself one little slip up and all heck breaks 
loose.
 
"Well," he smiled up at me, "I *know* on thing for sure, you have the sexiest ass I've ever seen." I just 
blushed some more I am still not totally comfortable with such bold compliments. Yet I kept smiling 
when he gave each of my butt cheeks a firm squeeze.

(I then made him get up and clean up all that 'stuff' he just squirted all over our stomachs :) 

The moment was shattered when my thoughts suddenly shifted to Nikki, yet again! Here I am lying with 
Dale and I am now thinking of Nikki and getting even more turned on. I am seriously messed up!

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Dale literally scooped me up in his arms and carried me into my Dorm room, it was fun, silly, but very 
romantic at the same time, it seemed that Dale and I were at the highlight of our relationship. 

'So this is it' I thought Dale is the one, the man I will marry one day. My future seemed so bright, safe and 
orderly, yep easier said then done as I stood enjoying the quiet and peace, so why was my mood 
changing? In a matter of a few minutes I went from feeling exuberant to feeling down even uneasy about 
my entire life. 

Life is funky huh? Or am I?

My cell phone went off and I jerked around swiped it off my desk and saw Nik's name on the display, I 
caught my breath and felt instant dread and happiness, Storm Warning! Female emotions are in-play!

"Yo woman!" I said smartly into the phone.

"Yo woman!" Nikki replied, we kind of developed these silly greetings.

I felt my whole face scrunch up tight every time I open my mouth I just get drawn deeper into something 
with Nik. The dread was increasing because I keep wanting to *snap out of it* and realize Nikki and I 
were just an experimental fling, it didn't happen, won't happen, will never happen! Dale and I are 
doomed, now I want to cry.

"I've missed you." Nikki said and suddenly we were on that wavelength that seemed to exist from the first 
moment we met. I pressed my lips against the small plastic receiver and sat down on my bed, "I keep 
thinking about you, about us being together." My breath suddenly got caught up in my chest and I closed 
my eyes.

"I feel the same way love." Nikki moaned back into the phone, we were caught up in that intimate 
connection even over a cold digital cell phone. This was an amazing, telling moment, even after each of 
us having had a wonderful weekend with our respective boyfriends we both knew that our attraction to 
each other will end up crashing thru every barrier, destroying everything in its path. We keep drifting 
back together pushing away anyone that got in the way. How odd, how ironic, that we both share the 
same commitment to saving ourselves for marriage but have never hesitate getting immediately physical 
with one another, go figure! But wait there is a big dilemma going on in my little brain, how am I ever 
supposed to have sex with a man when I may end up with a woman!

Drat! Double drat!

"Come over here." Nikki said quickly, her voice urgent. There was something very different in the tone of 
that conversation, a desperate quality, something that we both wanted to happen, something that had to 
happen!

"On my way." And I hung up, got changed and was out the door. No lovey-dovey goodbyes time wasted 
talking is time I could spend on the way to her apartment and I brought some sleep over clothes too!

The drive over was maddening, I was an emotional wreck as my fingers nervously gripped and wrung on 
the steering wheel. I knew what was going on with me and I knew what was going to happen when I got 
to Nikki's, it had been building for a while now. Never have I been more nervous and excited then right 
now, the closer I got to her apartment the harder my heart pounded, and the source of all of this energy 
you might be wondering? My sex drive! I was so horny I could barely sit still in my seat, my nipples were 
hard and my pussy wetter then it has ever been thinking about my lover (no we haven't made love yet, 
but that's about to change in a few minutes) I kept clutching my inner thighs anxiously. Don't get me 
wrong dating Dale for these past many months has been wonderful, and we have the best emotional and 
physical chemistry I could ever have hoped for, but sex was always off-limits with guys (no oral sex, no 
vaginal sex, no butt sex! The same rules hold true for Nikki and her boyfriend). So what an unexpected 
twist of fate that I find the greatest emotional, spiritual, and physical connection with that of 'another 
woman'! Nikki and I were on a sexual collision course from the first moment we met one another.

She opened the door wide greeting me in those tight, sexy, faded jeans of hers that show off those long, 
toned legs. Up top she had on a tight faded maroon tee shirt, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra the 
way her full, firm breasts cast a perfect outline her nipples were fully erect. She was looking sexier then 
ever. I dropped my sleepover bag and kicked the door closed with my left foot before walking into her 
arms, no 'Hello' or 'How was your weekend?' we were like two heat-seeking missiles with only one 
mission in life. Initially our lips touched but we firmly crushed the front of our bodies together, her 
wonderful breasts pressing hard against mine. I felt her left hand reach around to lock the dead bolt and 
then her hand was groping my firm ass, our kissing and hugging soon turned into an assault on one 
another, pulling as hard as we dare. Our moaning and grunting was almost animalistic as we began to 
grind against each other, even pulling on each other's hair in some bizarre struggle to control the other.

'How could we have denied making love to our respective boyfriends just the night before? But now we 
are both powerless to deny one another now?' It is a primitive and unexplainable thing that exists 
between us, and it now demands consummation!

"I will make love to you." Nikki said her Portuguese accent heaver then normal as strings of spit 
connected our lips that hovered fractions of an inch from one another, her tongue licked my lower and 
upper lips.

"Yes." I sighed and gave her tongue a long, firm suck. Her hands moved around to the front and 
unhooked my jeans, I did the same to her and we slowly moved down the hallway. We both first took a 
bath together and then moved to her bed, I mean 'our bed' as Nikki now calls it. While we are no 
strangers to each other's beautiful bodies, it was still a night of many 'firsts', like interlocking our thighs 
so our shaved pussies could kiss, bring one another to multiple orgasms that were indescribably amazing! 
We explored, licked and kissed every inch of each other's body, I think I have tasted every inch of that 
girl's skin now and she mine. Many long and hard orgasms later we ended up exhausted in a sixty-nine 
position with me on top, slowly I began to shift until we were fact-to-face with one another, our toned 
legs intertwined as we snuggled up close, strong thighs squeezed and I could feel the sweat ooze from 
between where our wet skin squished tight. 

Nary a word spoken since I arrived that afternoon, and none need be, we simply spent long minutes 
staring into each other's eyes and watched the emotional tears run down our faces, we would then kiss 
the other's cheeks tenderly saying 'I love you' softly. Too many swirling thoughts I guess at first, but 
finally the words just started to flow, we both knew time was catching up with us and no longer could we 
play this game of deceit any longer.

"I love your body." Nikki sighed as her dark, sexy eyes conveyed unending lust for me.

"I love yours." I sighed back.

"You have the most delicious and beautiful pussy." She said with a smile and I blushed a deep red and 
gave a big smile right back.

"I was thinking the same thing about your gorgeous pussy." I said.

Now those are words I NEVER thought I would say to another woman! Holy Cow!

Was it only almost 24 hours ago we were with our boyfriends? 

The intensity of the moment waned much later into the evening as we got up to get a drink of wine, we 
stood nude in her kitchen as we admired and hugged one another, feeding each other copious amounts of 
white wine.

Dale and Rob were always lingering in the background of our thoughts, but we also desperately wanted to 
openly commit to one another and that meant first telling Dale and Rob.

So I realize what you are thinking; 'You two, good for nothing, cheating, backstabbing women! Sneaking 
around behind your two boyfriends who have been totally faithful, and about to blind side them with this 
major breakup, you two don't deserve such good, decent guys!'

Hey now, don't be so harsh on us! We didn't PLAN this whole thing to happen! Complications of the 
heart and all that deep emotional, philosophical stuff got into the way and how am I suppose to figure 
out all this stuff...and study...and practice sports...and go to the gym! That's a lot of heavy lifting for my 
small brain.

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At practice the next afternoon Nikki and I were both on the verge of tears because we knew the pain that 
was to come. Thinking about how the radiant joy on Dale's face will one day soon turn to agony and 
sadness, the same for Nikki's boyfriend Rob.

I looked across the field and saw this tan, dark-skinned beautiful girl, her straight black hair falling out of 
her pony tail, sweat streaking down her muscular arms and legs, suddenly the thought of a husband, kids, 
picket fence and a house with Dale made me want to gag.

And then this beautiful girl across the field paused and looked right over at me, she smiled a big, white 
toothy smile. I couldn't help but smile back.

There...we are together...even at a distance...

...we are together and we will make it.

At least that is what I felt and told myself in the moment.

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I knew Nikki was watching me, 'watching out for me' perhaps is the more appropriate term. The class had 
been segmented off into appropriate rankings and I (with the rest of the novices) sat as 'Bill' went over 
some basic drills. I should call him by his official title as I write this, per class protocol, but I don't believe 
in all that formal bowing junk just show me the technique. Besides his name really is Bill...he looks like a 
'Bill', henceforth I will call him Mr. Bill :) Not Sensei, not Master...none of that...not out of disrespect, but 
as you will see, in the next few months I would be kicking Bill's ass all over the matt, so much for that 
Black belt around his waist, MASTER BILL!

Bill was going around to each student and was explaining how to put someone in, as they call it, 'Your 
Guard'.  Specifically he was showing us the 'Near Guard' position, where the person on the bottom has 
their legs wrapped around the hips of the top person. The opponent is clinched close so that they do not 
have the distance to punch. The bottom person uses their legs to control the hips of the top person, got 
that?

Now it's my turn as he moves over to where I am sitting. I'm feeling pretty uncomfortable wrapping my 
legs around his waist, even with the thick heavy Gi on. I don't know why, seems rather intimate, but in 
any case I tried to stay focused on the mechanics of it all, but often wondered if men were having secret 
sexual fantasies as they practiced all of these grappling moves with me.  Back to Mr. Bill, he is making 
some final adjustments while leaning over the top of my body and begins to explain the purpose of this 
technique and how this would lead into other techniques to be utilized later. 
 
"Squeeze some." He said with a tone of 'go ahead, try me'. So I increased the tension along my inner 
thighs, he simply appeared amused, 'What an ass' I thought. Cautiously I tightened my left foot around 
my right ankle just a tad more, I'm not sure why I did that, but it was as if my subconscious was telling 
my body to get ready. Several male students are just sitting there looking at me, not even paying 
attention to the instructor, and now I'm wondering if this was all a big mistake as I glance over at Nikki 
but she's busy helping another student, 'Damn, I'm on my own.'
 
"Don't worry, you can grip harder then that, if you can, I'll be alright." His voice snapped me back into the 
moment but that condescending smile, I'm sure it was a fucking condescending smile...now that pissed 
me off.
 
"You sure?" I sneered. 
 
And then he snorted with amusement "Yeah I'm sure" and then I think he may have even rolled his eyes a 
little. 'Is this guy for real? I mean what happened to being respectful and treating your students with 
respect. But this Teacher is acting like a real jerk!'

'We'll you want pressure, you got it Mr. Ass!' I was fuming now. Suddenly my legs snapped shut and I was 
beaming with a smile of satisfaction as he was starting to realize his poor choice of words. "Like that?" I 
seethed thru gritted teeth while still serving up a heaping helping of that smile of mine.
 
"Ugghhhh" He groaned, "yeeeaahhhgghhh"
 
I was loving it, he couldn't disguise it as his face began that slow twisting expression into pain, pain that 
conveyed his male pride at work, mentally fighting to suppress any sign of weakness. But his torso was no 
match for my thighs, even if he was in good shape, I simply steamrolled all of his internal guts between 
my legs making sure I squished his insides nice and flat. 'Oh look at that he's still trying to act all 
nonchalant.' He's sweating now and his face is red.

I think I rocked his world when I looked back up at poor Bill and asked, "Is that tight enough, or should I 
make it tighter?" I gave him the coldest, hard-core look I could my smile fading. I had held some of my 
gripping power in reserve, just incase.
 
"No, actually you can ease up a little." He finally caved and now no one was looking at me any more, but 
at him in bewilderment as to what just took place. Somehow Bill got thru the rest of class, but he wasn't 
moving too well. After class he came up and slapped me on the back, commenting me on how strong my 
legs were. Well Bill turned out to be a good guy after all, just had to deal with allot of his bullshit to find 
the cool guy underneath.
 
He never asked me to put him in a scissor hold again, I can't imagine why :)
 
"So how did you like it?" Nikki asked.
 
"I have to say I loved it."

And thus began our many years of Martial Arts Training.


*********

I did something one weekend that really caused a stir. 
But I need to give you the setup: I was taking a computer class, I hated it, but it was very basic, very easy, 
but a core requirement, you know. Well I am just your basic user someone actually speaking about the 
inner workings of computers can send me into an instant coma. Well anyway the point of me bringing 
this up is because that class is where I met Chris.

So there I was sitting in my 'puter class when we were told to pair up with someone. The project we 
would be working on would require a partner over the next several weeks. So I am sitting there in my 
standard attire of sandals, running shorts, and tee shirt. So anyway I look to my right and there is Tony 
(he was a real ass, tried to dress cool, wore stupid caps on backwards, and talked to me non-stop and a 
cocky-frat-boy *GROAN* as well. To my left was Chris, Chris is the kind of guy that gets lost in a crowd, 
wears glasses (could use an updated pair) and is shy...very shy around girls. He was a Freshmen while I 
was Junior, I could also tell he still had some residual High School issues like he was not popular in 
school, had a small circle of friends and most definitely did not have a girlfriend.

So I see Tony turn to me and open his mouth, I know what's coming, he is going to ask to partner up with 
me for this project, well hell with that! I had other ideas and jerk my head to my left and whack Chris on 
his right shoulder with the back of my hand (lightly) and say, "You want to be my partner?"
 
Both Tony and Chris were stunned, but for very different reasons. Tony was dumbstruck because his plan 
was totally shattered when I blew him off. Chris was dumbstruck like he was having some panic attack 
and literally sat there for a second (Come on you can do it kid, just pronounce that word 'Yes' I know you 
want to). I think when a guy like Chris is confronted by a girl asking them to do something together they 
panic. His lips seemed to open and close several times as if he was trying to manually start his vocal 
chords when finally;
 
"Yeah...yes....okay..." He was now staring at me, still staring at me, gheesh I hope I didn't make a mistake 
here.
 
Boy was Tony pissed! He also thought I was playing hard to get too and after class walked right up to me 
in front of Chris inviting me to a Frat party (BTW I was dating Dale and everyone knew this, but guys like 
Tony didn't care). Chris was not a member of any Fraternity or sports, or anything I think, he just went to 
class and that was it.

I'm like three inches taller then Chris in sandals and I am in a hell of allot better shape. Poor guy could 
use some gym time, put some muscle on his lanky body. Not a bad looking guy over all, dark brown hair, 
parted on the side and cut short. His clothes were also a little bit outdated, but let's not even go there 
because I am probably the bigger fashion victim.
 
"Did you still want to get together on the project?" Chris asked.

"Yeah absolutely!" I just smiled but he still looked at me funny like from the way he was clutching his 
backpack and looked so stiff and nervous.
 
"I'm Corbin by the way." Just to formally introduce myself although we already knew each other's names. 
I gave him a firm shake of the hand, had to be careful as I just about crushed his poor hand, he must have 
been very nervous cause his hands were a bit damp, a little clammy maybe.
 
So would it be over the top to think he was a little star struck? Maybe, I mean in his eyes I must have 
been this popular, athletic Soccer Team member who is dating some big shot Football player with a large 
circle of friends. That might be his view of me, but in my eyes I was just a dorky girl who liked lifting 
weights, everything else was excess baggage.
 
"You have plans tomorrow night? We could meet at the library?" I asked.
 
"Tomorrow's Friday, you sure?" Chris seemed to almost gasp.
 
"Uh yeah." I raised my eyebrows like I am actually not clueless, "I know it's Friday." I smile a little. Maybe 
he thought I automatically had plans for a Friday night, wow this guy is so nervous around me, it's kind of 
cute...for now but might get annoying if he keeps it up.
 
Now let's clear the air about something, I did have some ulterior motive here, to stir some shit up! You 
see even though Dale and I were very serious I had a few other guys keeping tabs on me even though I 
was NOT dating any of them. 'Tabs' as in where I went, what parties I attended, when I went out with my 
girlfriends, and so on. And then *POOF* those guys just happened to show up at the same place. I 
definitely would not classify them as stalkers but these guys wanted to socialize with me...then date me, a 
method to the madness you see. So they would coordinate their social attacks, the same crap that women 
do. Oh yeah I had some women chasing me as well (another ramble for another time). So my ulterior 
motive was to send all these people in my immediate and distant social circles into a tizzy by hanging out 
a little with Chris. But Chris is a decent, nice guy so I wanted to be careful with his feelings, as long as he 
doesn't turn out to be some kind of freak!

**********

Nikki and I had met for another one of our secret little rendezvous, yeah we thought we were so clever, 
going to a movie or going to some place way outside of the College area to hang out and have some time 
together. We had just picked up a big ice cream cone and sat down on a secluded Park bench when I told 
her about my little class project and how Chris was sending shockwaves thru the social channels. We sat 
side by side, facing toward one another while I held the cone up, we would alternate taking a small bite or 
lick from the melting vanilla scoops. 

"Be careful Corbin." Nikki warned, "Don't hurt the guys feelings." 

"I wouldn't do that." I pouted, "I'm not mean like that."

"Not intentionally, but just please make sure he doesn't fall too hard for you." Nikki smirked and then 
took a lick, held her tongue out with a nice amount of vanilla sitting on the tip. No invitation was needed 
and smiled and felt all warm inside as I leaned in and sucked the ice cream off her tongue, and sucked 
and sucked some more!

I did the same and Nikki turned her sultry expression on full blast that radiates pure erotic, sex appeal 
and proceeded to slowly suck every bit of ice cream off my tongue.

"Who the fuck needs a spoon." Nikki moaned and we started to kiss long and deep, then we got carried 
away, coming up with new and creative ways to finish off the ice cream cone.

We kept an eye out for any unwanted visitors, all clear! So back to kissing!

"You make me so wet." Nikki moaned in my ear, then gently bit on my outer ear, licking inside and 
around my ear. Hearing another girl whisper that 'I am making her wet' is not something I ever imagined 
happening. But none of that mattered, Nikki was not just a girl but the lovey-dovey person of my life (My 
eyes got teary upon that thought). 

"Oh Nikki," I just whimpered against her cheek "I am so wet for you."
I wanted her to touch me down there, to use her full sensual lips on my pussy. We both paused pulled 
away until nose-to-nose each smiling a little at the humor of two girls falling in love, yet we each had 
serious boyfriends.

**********

"Who's Chris?" Was the question that I got peppered with by everyone.
 
"My Computer Lab partner." I would say casually and that was usually the end of it. I was amazed at how 
quickly word spread.
 
That Friday night I met Chris. I was on time and he was early but he had this twitchy look going on like 
thinking I might not show up, Lord this poor guy has either been used/played by girls, picked on in 
school, or both...and many more. He constantly had his defenses up but more accurately he was in 
'survival mode' all the time.

Well I'm going to help build his confidence up! I think? :) 
We'll see.
 
So we find a study room to work in and begin mapping out our project. I felt bad because I found out he 
lives at home and had to drive all the way into school to meet me at the library.
 
"Hey I could meet you at your house if you want?" I suggested and his face got flushed 'Please tell me he's 
not going into cardiac arrest!' I began to worry.
 
"You sure?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
 
"Yeah, it's only fair, cause you drove all the way out here."
 
"It's no problem." He said meekly. 

All the while I could tell he was looking at me, my legs, arms and chest, 'checking me out' if you will. I 
don't think he was even focusing on my muscles...yet, he was still amazed an attractive girl was interested 
in talking with him, sitting only a couple of feet from him. (*snort*giggle*chuckle* I called myself 
'attractive', how dorky, sorry I'll try and reign in the self-appreciation? Is that the right phrase?)
 
So we spent the last half hour, till almost 10:00pm, talking about a little bit of everything, my sports 
activities, High School, some politics. I thought he was at ease now but that got blown out of the water 
when we stepped out onto the sidewalk and I said "So write down directions to your house and I'll come 
over some time this week." He couldn't whip that paper out fast enough, it was pretty interesting, the way 
his hand was shaking a little as he wrote it down. Great 'spaz' Chris has returned.

It was a good thing he was starting to get 'at ease' around me, because as we walked out of the next class 
it was about 11:50 PM so I casually said "Hey, I'm meeting a friend for lunch, want to join us?"

"Okay." He said but that meek tone has to go, too bad I can't shock (or physically shake) it out of his 
system, but some things take time.

So we're walking down the sidewalk towards this small bistro I like to eat at, and I wave to a few friends, 
I've got one eye out for Chris as we walk and he seems to be doing okay, I really shouldn't worry so much 
about him, he's a bright kid but very introverted. But suddenly I'm focusing on just one person, she's a 
dark haired beauty and our faces break out into big beautiful smiles at almost the same time, our arms 
outstretch as I pull the beautiful girl into a tight hug. We give a lingering kiss on each other's cheeks but 
still keep our arms interlocked, sorry I can't help it, we have no self-control at times.

"Chris, this is my dearest friend in the world, Nikki." I smile, "Nikki, this is Chris."

"Hi Chris." Nikki smiles and I observe how Chris is slipping into a state of shock, I'm thinking 'Just relax 
kid be yourself', but he is now lost in beauty-shock, Nikki has that affect on men, men literally break their 
necks to turn and look at Nikki as she walks past them.

**********

Initially I think it might have been a bad decision to go over Chris' house it was definitely making this 
look more then it was. I remember pulling up into the driveway of this rancher style brick house, pretty 
nice, well maintained yard (foreshadowing here folks of my gardening days to come) It was getting late, 
sun was setting behind the line of trees and then I catch site of this car rolling down the road, but now it's 
slowing down and it's a car load of guys, 'What the fuck are you looking at?' I stop and watch to see what 
their problem is, they creep on by looking at me like either they just like the view or maybe they know 
Chris and having some girl, like me, showing up at his house is a non-occurrence all together. Yes take a 
good look fella's this tall blonde is heading up to your buddy Chris' house, but not for what you 
think...but go ahead and fantasize.
 
Now why did I think this could have been a bad decision? Well for starters, his parents greet me like 
some visiting dignitary, warm smiles, chatty, very nice parents in all. I actually wanted to say 'Hold on I 
am NOT his girlfriend, we are just doing a project together.' Gheesh before I left that night I think they 
were planning our wedding or something.
 
So while I was over there we spent most of the time working in his bedroom. I didn't stumble upon any 
embarrassing items/articles. Chris did start to act a little awkward around me at times because I am not 
sure if he was properly coping with the vibe I was putting out. I had not given him any romantic or 
flirtatious cues, but I know how it is, a guy's little sex drive is always running...always, so I may be sitting 
back talking about finishing this paper but he is looking at my legs, my butt...wondering what it would be 
like to kiss me...hold me...what color my underwear is, what my bra size is (do I wear a front or back 
hook), and so on, get my drift? Good, moving right along.

**********

Our next meeting I invited him back to my Apartment. Yeah I skipped a short period of time where 
Sharon and I got an apartment together, out with the dorm room! That's right, Sharon and I, not Nikki, 
Nikki and I living together? ARE YOU PEOPLE ON DRUGS!! If Nikki and I were just platonic friends then 
fine. Never mind it's complicated. 

So Chris was a nervous wreck in my apartment, not sure what to say or do it seemed, he fumbled with his 
thoughts, although he was in far better shape now then he was first around me. He seemed sharp enough 
to realize I wasn't putting out any physical vibes, so he didn't try and put the moves on me. (Hey I have 
an idea, how about you just relax and be yourself, how about that!)

"You want a beer? wine? water? Maybe some milk?" I laughed a little at my Milk comment, he smiled and 
ended up accepting a beer...he was also buzzed by the end of the beer so I was afraid he might have to 
crash on the couch.

I gave him the grand tour, he was very intrigued by all my sports stuff, pictures, I told him most of my 
medals were at home where my Mom and Dad proudly put them on display. He took a very keen interest 
in my gymnastic photos, big surprise there <rolling eyes> most guys do.

"Wow, didn't know you did gymnastics. You look amazing!" He blushed but kept staring at the photos, I 
studied his expression, watched as his eyes drifted to another set of photos of me doing a split handstand. 
"Wow" He sighed and leaned in, the beer was making him verbally bold now, he still had that awkward 
self-awareness, hence the sudden blushing. But he kept gawking at the photos.

'What's not to stare at?' Dale once said, 'Beautiful girl in a tight leotard, your body bending in all sorts of 
poses!'

I must admit while looking at the photo, I did look pretty spectacular in my leotard while getting ready to 
dismount from the balance beam. "That's ok" I sigh and walk up next to him and give his shoulder a 
reaffirming grip, "I get that reaction from all the guys." and just give him a big knowing smile.

"I'm sure you do." Chris smiled and shook his head. This shy thing is getting on my nerves, Oh well. Hey 
listen to me will you talking all big and stuff like I never used to be an introvert.

I tried another ice-breaker "Hey look I'm even more toned now!" I blurted out and stepped back, pulled 
up the hem of my cargo shorts and stuck out my left, then right leg, flexing each one while rotating my 
hips. I was getting very comfortable around Chris and was letting my guard down, but Chris just froze, 
mouth slightly open, he was such a cutie! And a nice guy!

"Okay shows over." I say with a little smirk and drop the hem of my shorts. 

Chris shook his head and sighed, then took a quick sip of his beer, "Didn't mean to stare like that, just 
you're such a beautiful girl."

"It's okay Chris I'm joking with you." I reach out and shake his shoulder lightly. He is so anxiety ridden 
that teasing/joking just flies right over his head. 

"Why did you stop? Your 'form', I guess that's what it's called, looks perfect." He went back to studying a 
few other pictures.

"Yeah well," I chuckled, "I also fell down allot, besides, I liked the team dynamics of soccer allot more."

"So, are you uhm..." He hesitated and I got annoyed again.

"Spit it out will you! I won't bite your head off." I shrugged and waved my arms out a little.

"...still just as flexible." He raised his hand holding the beer and faintly gestured to a picture of me doing 
split-jump, or could have been a split-leap I don't remember, anyway at the height of the jump you have 
to have your legs in perfect 180 degrees of separation (sounds very official doesn't it?)

"Absolutely" I smile and take two steps back, I kick my shoes off and let my socks slide across the wooden 
flooring until I am sitting in a full split. "Ta-da!" I say and raise my hands into the air as if to emphasis 'no 
big deal', I then show off some and reach my left hand over to touch my right toe, bring my chest down to 
the floor to perform a sweeping motion from right to left to touch my left toes with my right hand, "Still 
just as flexible." And go to stand back up.

"Good lord." Chris gawked and his jaw stayed slack somewhat. He looked back over at the dresser 
stopped at another picture, "That must be Dale?" Chris briefly gestured toward a large picture of us on 
the beach during Spring Break, next to that another picture of a large group of us at some big social 
event/party/whatever. I just smiled and touched one of the pictures, getting momentarily lost as I felt a 
wave of joy and sadness wash over me.

"Yep, that's 'my man'" I said proudly.

"You two make a great looking couple." Chris said and gave me a quick glance.

I took a deep breath my smile faded a little, "That's what everyone says."

"Yep, very serious, but I have very conservative values, if you know what I mean." I gave him a playful 
look raising one eyebrow.

Got nothing in return, just a blank clueless stare, maybe the beer was clouding his concentration? The 
constant distractions of being alone with me, in my bedroom, also kept him from focusing on what I was 
saying. I know the look btw, guys are thinking about everything EXCEPT what is coming out of a girl's 
mouth.

"I'm a virgin." I say bluntly and lower my head, awaiting his reaction. His eyes go wide and this amazing 
look flashes across his face, like one of relief, mixed with joy, maybe even surprise.

"That's," Chris pauses, "That's great Corbin, well I mean, I'm glad your sticking to your values, you just 
hear so many things these days, like no one keeps anything sacred anymore."  Chris kind of shrugs.

"So very true." I say with a faint smile, "So what about you? Are you experienced?" he doesn't get my 
reference to the Jimi Hendrix song, he just gets this sour expression on his face and looks away with a 
shrug.

"Sorry I just thought we were kind of opening up a little, didn't mean to pry and put you on the spot." I 
touch his shoulder a little more tenderly.

"Nah, it's ok, just that virginity for girls is seen as a blessing, but for guys it's like some shameful curse." 

That's all he needed to say, the somber tone in his voice and expression (on the verge of tears even) told 
me everything, he was also a virgin and not by choice, but because he's never been close enough with a 
girl to get to maybe even get to second base.

"Must be nice, having a large group of friends and being so popular." Chris kept staring at a few more of 
my photos and I rolled my eyes while consciously trying not to laugh. I really need to get this discussion 
on to something more uplifting, not to mention he is starting to do what allot of guys do, so let's stop 
things right now.

"Chris do not put me up on a pedestal, not all of them are friends, more like acquaintances, it just kind of 
worked out that way and it's not something I really pursue or means a heck of allot. I've got a very few 
close friends and that's really it." 

I had Chris' full attention now, he seemed much more relaxed now, so I decided to keep talking.

"And you see all of those Frat guys," I point to a picture that was taken at a party, "The one's holding up 
their beer cans and being obnoxious for the camera, don't envy them, they're retards and most of them 
add little to no value to society."

"But you hang out with them and go to their parties." Chris quickly followed up.

"No I don't hang with them, Dale is a member of a Fraternity, and Dale is my boyfriend, thus I sometimes 
have to compromise and attend a party or two. But Dale is not this crazy party animal, although when he 
does get plastered he can get very annoying." I kind of smile as a few images float thru my brain, Dale 
gets all mushy and sentimental around me when he gets plastered. 

"Besides!" I suddenly exclaim with a smile and wave my hands in front of me as if presenting myself and 
he should take notice, "I act the same no matter where I am, I do not suddenly make a personality 
transformation when I go to parties."

"That's a relief." Chris smiled.

A loud slamming of the front door causes Chris to jump a little.

"I'm home!" Came Sharon's big mouth, the Princess has arrived home!

God help poor Chris when he meets Sharon.

*********

It was a new day! I don't know what that means but I liked typing it. 

I sighed and smiled to myself as I walked towards Soccer Practice, 'Things seem just be getting better for 
me every day!' as I took a few deep breaths.
 
...or so I thought, until I walked into the locker room.
 
*CLICK* Out went the lights and I was standing there in total darkness.
 
"GET HER!"
 
"What now?" I groaned as a flashlight suddenly blinded me and an army of hands latched onto my legs 
and arms. 

Did I consider struggling? Well yes DUH! But I just gave up fuck it, let's get it over with, I gave up and let 
my whole body go limp.
 
"What? No fighting this time?" One of the girls said and several more laughed, that nervous laugh cause 
they know if I decided to start fighting someone better call 911.
 
"Blue? Pink? Futia?" Several girls were now arguing over color as they dragged me thru the dark locker 
room, the flashlight actually doing an adequate job of illuminating our way to the washroom. They spun 
me around and every once in awhile enjoyed blinding me with that stupid light, although I did get a bit 
nervous as I felt the back of my neck touch down on the edge of the cool porcelain sink, cause now I 
realize that in a few seconds my blonde hair would be gone, temporarily mind you, but still it was very 
unnerving.
 
"No smart ass comments? No fighting? Nothing?" I heard Mora's voice pipe up, but she wasn't as vocal as 
usual, due to ass kicking I had given her.
 
"No let's just get this over with." I sighed, "Just get that damn light out of my eyes!" I did finally complain.
 
"Shut up!" Said one girl.
 
"I prefer blue If I have a choice." I sarcastically said rolling my eyeballs up towards Katie's smirking face as 
she snapped the rubber gloves into place. And then Mora suddenly stepped up taking her place, with this 
big evil grin on her face; "I'm going to enjoy this!" as she held up a bottle of hair bleach and several 
packets of Kool-Aid. (That's right Kool-Aid don't you people know anything? For freaky colors you can 
actually use Kool-Aid if you so choose Just make sure it's the sugarless packets) After the ass whipping I 
gave Mora I bet she was enjoying every bit of this, the only reason she was getting mouthy with me was 
because a dozen girls were holding me down. So she was sure to take advantage of this moment.

Suddenly Mora paused and glanced up away from me to someone standing to my right, it was Nikki. "Oh 
I'm sorry Nikki would you like to do the honors on your lesbian lover?" She laughed out loud along with 
several other girls. How embarrassing! I closed my eyes in embarrassment, I was actually kind of shocked 
Mora had the guts to make such a bold comment.
 
But even more shocking was to hear Nikki snap, it was so unlike her; "Shut your fucking mouth!" and 
Nik's right hand lashed out smacking Mora upside the face with a solid *POP*. Oh boy did that set off a 
ruckus, with Mora and Nikki now trying to get at one another, all the while I just lay there, head back in 
the sink. Most of the girls were now fighting to separate the two girls. I suppose I could have easily 
broken free at this point but I was a little in awe of the flurry of arms and wild punches being thrown only 
inches above my head. 'Hey watch it!' I'm thinking those elbows and hands are coming pretty close to my 
perfect nose! Errr...semi-perfect :) 
 
Finally order was restored only after the two girls swore out their vengeance on one another, 'Mora is 
such dead meat.' I thought messing with Nikki is not a good idea, but then again Mora likes learning 
things the hard way. Well after that intermission Mora roughly grabs my hair and begins working it in, 
over and over, dumping tons of the shit on.
 
"OW! OW! OW!" I complain as she shoves my head around and keeps pulling at my hair a lot harder then 
it needed to be.
 
"Shut up!" She keeps yelling and yanking on my hair harder.
 
"Oh this is going to be so you." Several girls smile.
 
Well can you believe it I just laid there and took it, they bleached my hair, let that soak in and then 
applied the mix of Kool-Aid, then wrapped a towel around my head forcing me to sit in the locker room 
with them for the next hour. It was the most ridiculous thing you ever could imagine, my heart was 
racing not knowing what to expect when that towel was removed. The other odd thing was the way 
everyone treated me, it was like all of the division and hostility started to lift. Everyone was joking and 
chatting it up like we were one big happy family.

'Glow in the dark Pink' is the only thing that comes to mind, I'm not even sure how to describe that color. 
It was like a mix of strawberry and something else...but it came out pretty wild looking.

I noticed that Nikki was looking very distracted during all of this lovely chatting, she kept giving Mora a 
very harsh look, Mora in return was avoiding her gaze to some degree. This was very unlike Nik, I've 
never seen her this agitated, Nik is always the epitome of calm-cool-collected.

When the 'deed was done' and it was time for everyone to start packing up Nikki bolted upright and 
walked right up to Mora. This startled me and everyone else and I was surprised to see Mora stand her 
ground.

"Got something to say bitch?" Mora snapped, "And you stay out of it!" Mora pointed at me, "This is 
between this puta and me!"

(Now I do know a little Spanish and if I am not mistaken 'puta' means 'whore' in English?)

For some reason the site of Nikki loosing her cool had everyone in a rooted state of shock. Nikki then said 
something to Mora in Portuguese that I think loosely translates into English as 'Stupid, foolish bitch'. 
While I was busy trying to translate their insults Mora moves first and shoves Nikki, my heart jumped 
into my throat. I can't ever recall feeling so overwhelmed with rage at the site of someone laying his or 
her hands on 'My Girl'.

The whole thing seemed to start and almost end in a matter of seconds, what a let down, no great big 
climactic fight here folks. Like I said Mora shoved Nikki who in turn dove in and did a beautiful double 
leg take down so fast that I missed half of it because I blinked. Now Mora was scrambling to get off her 
back, Nikki obliged her, even helping Mora with the roll. Poor Mora didn't see the setup, most people 
wouldn't, with lightening quickness and ease Nikki slipped those long, athletic legs of hers around Mora's 
shoulder and neck forming a perfect triangle-choke. Nikki had turned into a fucking Jiu-Jitsu grappling 
machine, she then rolled Mora over and sat atop her chest, we all watched in awe as Mora's face looked 
swollen and red as she gasped for air, her arms and legs squirming desperately.

"Apologize!" Nikki said calmly and raised her left hand high in the air ready to lay down a vicious smack.

"Fuck off!" Mora wheezed and tried to bridge upward.

*SMACK* 

Ouch! Shit that has gotta' hurt, Mora was now squirting tears, a lot of girls (me included) placed our 
hands up to our cheeks out of pure reaction to the smack. Nikki is a black belt in smacking, thankfully 
I've never been on the receiving end of one, heck we've never even told each other to 'shut up' I think I 
would just cry like some baby if Nikki told me to 'Shut up!'.

I watched Nikki's leg muscles tighten just a little more Mora's eye lids fluttered and her pupils seemed to 
roll into the back of her head Nikki relaxed her choke and Mora was saved from passing out.

Nikki then, and this part really sent a chill up my spine, calmly raised her left hand again like it was no 
big deal just an everyday thing ready to dish out another painful slap.

"Sorry." Mora whimpered and then started to sob, "I'm sorry!"

Nikki untangled her legs from around Mora's beat red face as calmly as if she was climbing out of a car, or 
getting up from a chair. She just kept giving Mora this hard, cold, unemotional stare as she went to stand. 
Nikki turned back toward our adjoining lockers her dark, exotic eyes looked right into mine, now hidden 
from all onlookers she let their icy cold expression melt away, replaced by a look of confused emotion and 
on the verge of weeping. I just stepped in and hugged her, she hugged me in return took a few deep 
breaths and kissed me on the cheek when we pulled away.

Katie stepped into the middle of the disjointed circle of girls "Okay now that we have that little bit of 
drama out of the way." she then pointed at me "Now Corbin if anyone on this team sees you trying to 
hide your hair under a hat, scarf or whatever, we will keep jumping your ass and coloring your hair for 
the rest of the year got it?"

I just nodded 'yes' in a blank manner. 

They wanted the whole campus to know what happened. Along with the pleasure of all the 
snickers...comments and such, I got heckled by fellow students, professors, you name it. I took it all in 
stride, I walked with my big, pink head held high for all to see.

'That's right I have pink hair so what!'
 
"AHHH I'M BLIND!" How many times did I hear that retarded comment? Too many times, slowly but 
surely my blonde hair began to reclaim its territory and I had started to let it grow out long again. 

BASTARDS! God I love them.

(BTW Dale was furious when he saw my hair, he loves my blonde hair and actually has 'a thing' for girls 
with blonde hair.) 

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It was close to the end of the semester and the project was done, finished! 

A++++++ :)

So anyway I suggested a movie as a way to celebrate, I think Chris saw it as a date. Oh well, I did dress-up 
some, short skirt, low v-cut shirt with some makeup and lipstick. I could tell he seemed awkward around 
me again, he has no 'moves' or 'cool lines' he just had no confidence around girls. That' okay, I didn't 
mind towing the line thru our friendship.
 
We pulled up to my apartment complex and I was ready to blurt out my usual 'Thanks for the ride, see ya' 
later!' and jump out. But I had a moments thought, errr UH-OH overload, blonde brain now attempting 
to think! *crunch* *grind* *sputter*

"Want to come up for a second?" I asked.
 
"Sure" He said and smiled a little. 

I walked up the stairs and got my keys out, Sharon wasn't home so I didn't have to worry about her. He 
did a nervous pace around my bedroom until I sat on my bed and folded my left leg over my right.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Chris asked.

"Sure, this sounds intriguing!" I said, I was actually giddy with anticipation as Chris was always so polite. 
The thought of him asking me a personal question really got my curiosity going.  

"I know your dating Dale, but don't see you two out much, are you still together?" He was pacing my 
room a little, looking at my gymnastic pictures (again) and trophies and other stuff.

"We still date, why?" I said.

"Just wondering." He sighed and wouldn't' look at me.

"Chris is there something you want to ask me, just ask, I'm not going to flip out on you." I sighed and 
stood up to turn my radio on.

"Would you go out with me? On a date not just socially as friends." 

Wow he really got to the point that time, no beating around the bush. I adjust the volume and turn to my 
left with a smile, for a second he thinks I might say 'yes' and his expression lights up, "You're my friend 
Chris, and I want it to stay that way." Then his expression went flat, no smile, no frown, he just turned 
away and reached for one of my trophies on my dresser, tilting it back to read the inscription at the 
bottom.

"That's okay, I know you get asked out by a lot of guys, and like you said you are still dating Dale."

"Chris come here a second." I said softly and sat back down on the bed patting the area next to me with 
my right hand, indicating it was okay for him to sit next to me. 

Like walking on egg shells he slowly took a couple of steps and sat down, nervously folding his hands in 
his lap, then unfolding them, he very nervous.

(This is really sad, as a girl I can't extend much affection towards Chris, like a simple hug or some other 
kind gesture because he might misread the signals. It's like that I have to exist on this island, and allow 
only a very few select people in. I know many girls that are not selective at all and are very huggy, touchy, 
and feely with guys. They don't care and like flirting. I could easily walk up to Dale and start swaying with 
him to the music, I'd like to do that with Chris right now but he would probably faint and get the wrong 
idea.) 

"Would you say that you are a complicated person emotionally?" I ask. I know that question threw him 
because it came out of left field, as they say.

"Well I suppose so."

"And me, do you think I'm complicated?" I asked.

"Yeah, all girls are complicated." He sighed and shook his head.

"Yeah we are, but does my life seem complicated?" I rephrased the question.

"Not sure, but you have sports, lots of friends and a boyfriend, you seem to have a really good time here 
at school." He shrugged maybe he wanted to say more but was afraid.

"I've got allot of relationship issues right now that are major pain in my butt!" I take my right index finger 
lean to the left and literally jab it into the side of my right butt. He smiles, I laugh and then he laughs 
some.

"I just don't want you to misunderstand what I'm going to ask you, okay?" 
 
"Okay" He said with a look of intense curiosity and I stare at him a few seconds longer, to which he finally 
nods 'yes'. When I feel like he gets my drift I then move on to my next question;

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" 
 
He sits stone faced for a second, looks a little pale and I think he is even sweating now. So is he going to 
bullshit me or tell me the truth, he seems to be contemplating something when his lips get really tight, 
now his whole face looks tense as he looks away, back down to his lap. 
 
"Nope."
 
That was it, a simple short, very quick 'Nope'.
 
I think he was expecting me to kick him out of the apartment, but his head slowly comes around as he 
sees me shift my body on the bed so I am a little more angled towards him.
 
"Now, I want you to turn towards me some, bring your right knee up on the bed, like this..." and I start 
grabbing and moving his shoulders and push and pull on his legs to set him up. He is looking totally 
confused as I pretty much move him around like a piece of furniture.
 
"Comfortable?" I ask.
 
"Uh, yeah" he looks as me kind of awkwardly, a nervous smile flashing on his face some. With my left 
knee up on the bed, my skirt is kind of hiked up my thighs, but that's okay, I don't think I am flashing 
him with my underwear. But I do notice his eyes looking at my long, muscular legs with a great deal of 
intensity. Now I'm blushing a little as I try and set this up, and he's getting nervous, cause he's breathing 
a bit faster now and looks a bit flushed. I take his left hand and pull it over towards me and place it on my 
shoulder while pulling his right hand down to my hip. 

Chris doesn't even ask any questions, not a 'Why?', or 'What', or anything, he is just totally trusting me...I 
think he has a few suspicions but just seems to be totally going with it.
 
"Now, how would you kiss me?" I say with a smile. UH OH, he looks like he is going to have a panic 
attack now! "It's okay." I say and smile some more. I can feel his fingers trembling, in fact his whole body 
has a faint tremble I think, so I better take charge. 

But then slowly he starts to lean in.
 
"Close your eyes." I whisper when he's about an inch from my face.
 
"Sorry" He gasps, "I just wanted to make sure I didn't miss your mouth."

"It's okay" I smile and feel his lips on mine for a second, he's got soft lips, but he simply pulls away, now 
looking and feeling even more stiff.
 
"Like that?" He asks. Wow, he is shaking like a leaf now.
 
"Well, not exactly, I mean that was 'OK' if you're going to kiss your mom or something."
 
"Sorry." He sighs in frustration and for a second looks like he wants to cry.
 
"Hey, hey...." I softly stroke his cheeks with my hands, "Just relax okay. You've heard that song by Aaliyah 
'Try Again'?" I ask.
 
"Yeah" He smiles.
 
"Well...try again!" I smile. Slowly he comes in and presses his lips against mine and I whisper into his 
mouth, "Now relax okay? This is suppose to be pleasurable." And I softly caress his shoulders and arms.
 
"Sorry I'm just nervous." he sighs and I lean away from him, studying his body language.
 
"Just go slow..." I say while pulling back some more, "...take your time, I can't speak for all girl's but try 
and find a complimentary rhythm with your partner and you'll want to softly stroke my arms and back." I 
smile reassuringly. Normally, this would NOT be allowed, I don't casually kiss anyone, but Chris was my 
pet project :) so a little light petting was in order.
 
"Okay" he smiles and I give him a few pecks on the lips and can tell he is breathing harder now, I wasn't 
trying to tease the guy, just help him. Basically I was trying to get him to open up and relax, instead of 
clutching onto me for dear life, I told him that he needed to observe and be responsive to what I was 
doing, in essence to what *his* date was doing...and yes there were times when you would want to 'Take 
Charge!'

"And one more thing," I say, our faces are still real close at this point.

"What?"

"When you lean in to kiss, tilt your head the opposite of your partners, not allot but just a little." I smile.

"Can I try once more?" He asks.

"Okay." I whisper and he leans in, tilts his head and I slowly move my lips over his as he tries to find a 
complimentary rhythm to my mouth.

"Corbin you have such soft lips, I've never felt anything so soft." He moans into my mouth.

"Thank you." I whisper back, and then the little devil's left hand moves down to stroke my bare thigh.

"That will do." I pull pack and smile.

"Any pointers on French kissing?" He blushes and tilts his head down.

*SNORT* *GIGGLE* "Hahaha..." I cover my mouth quickly, "Sorry, but No! I'll let you work that out with 
your next girlfriend." I smile and place his left hand back on his lap. Let's not get carried away here!
But like I said Chris was a project of mine and at least now he can say he kissed a girl! (I noticed he was 
looking hot, flustered and now sporting a major hard-on in his pants. Didn't do anything for me at all, no 
sparks, nothing, zero! It was a very bland kiss, but oh well, I didn't do it for me, I did it for Chris.)

"So there, see, not so hard." I smile and go to stand up he follows my lead a second later. "I'll walk you 
down to your car, oh wait!" I suddenly remember and turn around to my dresser to grab one of my 
gymnastic pictures, it was a really nice one in a frame.

"Here it's yours." I say and hand it to him.

He gets this great expression on his face of joy, but then hesitates, "I couldn't."

"Oh please, I have more of the same, a lot more! Here!" I push it toward him. He awkwardly takes the 
picture and looks down at it for a moment.

"I hope someday I can find a girlfriend like you, you're a lot different from all of the other girls I've met." 
He says. Now normally I find such sad, blubbering, self-pity talk to be annoying but I was still in a very 
giving sensitive mood. 

"Oh baby, it will happen." I say softly and step in to give him a hug. The poor boy seems ready to fall 
apart and cry so I pull him into my arms and hug him, that's when he then begins to quietly weep, he 
now returns my hug with more effort. "I know it's hard Chris, it takes such a long time for someone to get 
to know you, I know it can be painful."

"It's so frustrating, I just don't know what to say or do Corbin." He sobs a little more.

"Well, I'm no expert, but I think you'll do just fine." I smile and he tearfully thanked me again, and again, 
and again (okay I get it kid! You're grateful!) as I walked him to the door.
 
Chris is a nice guy who deserves a great girlfriend, and I think it was a shame that he was a Freshman in 
college without having even gotten to first base with a girl. I didn't feel bad for doing what I did, I didn't' 
feel like a tease or any of that. I felt like I was doing a good deed, boosting his confidence and Chris was a 
total gentleman about the whole thing. 

"Corbin..." Chris paused as he stepped across the threshold of my apartment, but paused.

"Yeah?" I asked and braced my right hand against the frame of the door while my left held the door open.

"You seem like you have everything going for you; friends, socially, sports, how do you do it?" He really 
seemed so awkward and unsure of how to express himself it broke my heart.

"Oh Chris" I sighed softly, "That's all superficial stuff, on the inside I really don't feel like I fit in, I just do 
the best I can and let the rest fall in place I suppose." I know that was a lame explanation and so many 
people feel like they miss out on experiencing things socially, only to live the rest of their lives in regret, 
hoping to somehow turn the hands of time back so they can go back and relive college or some part of 
their youth one-more-time. "I guess I've had allot of opportunities thrown my way, but with those open-
doors come allot of distractions from focusing on being a better person and achieving your dreams in 
life." I add, wow where did that somewhat deep philosophical statement come from!

He did get a girlfriend shortly thereafter and maybe...just maybe...I helped him in some way. We are 
friends to this day and trade emails once in awhile.





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!! RANT ALERT !!

Today I was sitting in the weight room when to my left this girl walks up and picks up a pair of 5 pound 
dumbbells (please don't strain yourself, really now). So the girl begins to raise her arms up to her side and 
then back down, then back up, but this time in front. She does this about fifteen times, sets the weights 
down and walks off. Uhmmmm, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? You call that a workout? 
You must be kidding! I see that happen all the time, just pathetic. 

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