Corbin

By Corbin, nex_xus@hotmail.com

The mostly true story of Corbin, a very athletic and beautiful woman (so people say) and the trials and tribulations with a world that just won’t leave ME alone!

Corbin

INTRODUCTION:

I am NOT a writer...I am winging it here folks, so as far as grammar, spelling and such...I just do the best that I can.

It’s not so easy, trying to recount everything...so I figure that I would just start typing...hoping perhaps that I would become comfortable with a starting place, hell any starting place would due. The irony of it all is that for someone who sat infront of this screen for about half an hour trying to start, I actually feel there is allot to tell.

But doesn’t everyone have allot to tell about their lives? We each live in our own small world...our own little universe if you will; A universe from which freinds, family, loved ones come and go. It’s really so complex when you think about it...everyone entering and leaving another’s world... (I’ll stop here or else I may begin to ramble on one of my philosophical tangants). In any case, those are the things I spend a great deal of time thinking about...life...philosophy...religion...that is, when I don’t have to tend to work and other such daily grinds. Knowing this little bit, you would be correct in catagorizing me as a thinker...and yes I am quiet, in addition to that I like to keep to myself, so it’s ironic that over my short life on this planet (I am 24 years of age) i have managed to draw so much attention...some good...some bad...depending on the mood I am in :)

I suppose there is an explination for so much attention...there always is, which now brings us to the answer, the subject if you will that I expect most readers are really interested in...and I admit, it is my passion, a drive so deep within me that it seems to be selfguided. Of course I am going to let you in *it*...allot of people know about it and know of me...that passion is ‘Jiu-Jitsu’...or ‘Grappling’ as many prefer, you may not be able to infer such passion or interest by simply observing me, because as I have indicated above, I tend to internalize many things. I am not an outwardly jovial or an excitable person, I do not bounce for joy on my toes over things that excite me (Like my friend Sharon, she is my exact opposite as you will come to quickly learn)...many times infact, I look bored...but in reality I find myself rooted to one spot, fearful of moving least I explode from the inside out I am so full of nervous energy, but energy I know how to harvest and channel when it comes to competing.

Well, that’s about all I’m going to discuss concerning that for now. Sorry, but I am sincerely not trying to be mean here, it’s just that if people are really interested in this story then you might as well forget about instant gratification...I am pretty slow in everything I do...including revealing important pieces of information about ‘yours truly’. Anyway, if you’ve begun throwing a temper tantrum in front of your computer becuase I am not ready to further discuss ‘My Passion’ nor my competitions, then simply skip several chapters ahead where it will eventually reveal itself. I have to jump around a bit now, and tackle a few other personal subjects or you may never fully understand/appreciate who I am and why I do some of the things that I do. As a matter of fact this all sounds rather self-important doesn’t it?

Having said all that, I went thru a drastic personality change when I was about 9 or 10, which concerned my parents to the point that I landed on a couch in front of a Psychologist. It was about that age that I started to dress and act different...actually all I was doing was dressing ‘down’, trying to retain my tom-boyish ways...but mother nature was going to have none of that as my body developed. But clothing is a wonderful disguise and I always insisted in buying clothes at least one size too big, I wanted to have the baggy jeans like the boys and the big tee shirts and jackets. None of that wearing the waist line below the hips bullshit...

Anyway, back on track, my clothing attire alone was not enough to push my parents in the direction of seeking me out help, but it was my attitude and change in the way I was acting. Yes, I became quiet...brooding and my smile faded as I struggled with girlfriends who loved to dress in the latest fashion trends while I simply looked like a fashion ‘wreck’. I have to speak my mind here and say, I am thorougly disgusted by what I see going on around me...I see these bean-pole women on television ads for tv-shows that are suppose to be strong, athletic women yet they look so anemic and scrawny I doubt they could kick down a cardboard door. Maybe that’s an unfair assesment as I don’t really watch TV that much, unless it comes on PBS. I think I am just ‘old’ at heart and maybe too serious for my years. It seems to take me forever to rent a video as I am so damn picky about what I am willing to watch...essentially I am giving up two hours of my life for a movie so it better be damn good.

TV Sitcoms – I don’t watch them, boring and designed for the simple minded people of our time.

Sports – I don’t sit around and watch sports. I need to participate in sports, not be a spectator. I am, after all extremely athletic and refuse to waist time rotting away on some couch.

So anyway, back to what turned into my ongoing battle with my mother, she would buy me dresses and other fine clothes that girl’s ‘maturing’ should wear, and I would return them to the store for cargo pants...loose fitting jeans...and large sweaters. She would fume at me, but I was never one for yelling or arguing so I just sat quietly while she lectured till she was red in the face...or blue in the face?...sometimes it was both i think.

My dad, well...thank god for dear old dad, I love him so much :) he really supported me thru all of my sports and I think he was so proud to have such strong girl. I was kind of the best of both worlds, interested in playing sports while I could get dressed up (WHEN I HAD TO) and be his ‘little girl’. Which brings a smile to my face as I stand damn near 5’ 10”, well, actually with sandals on it puts me just a hair over 5’ 10”, which is curse...I don’t like being the center of attention as I am going about my daily business...but when your tall, blonde (yes I’m blonde, it was bound to come up so let’s get it over with) and athletic you attract attention, I mean what the fuck, am I some tourist attraction?

So let’s get on with the story, which I had trouble starting because I could never make my mind up on writing it from the first person...second person...third person...In the end I settled on telling it from the ‘third person’, I don’t know why but I felt like it it allowed me to describe so many things, other then what was just going on in my own head.

Just remember three important names and you will get thru this novel just fine:

Corbin (that’s me:), Sharon and Nikki. Those two girls keep me grounded and I would be lost without them (a bit sappy sounding I know, but they really do mean the world to me)...although they could do without each other I am sad to say, but I blame Sharon mostly for that as you will see. Well, on second thought Nikki didn’t help the situation all that much either.

THE HIGH SCOOL YEARS

Part 1

Sharon strolled up to the metal fence encircling the football field and placed her palms atop the waist high railing. Slowly, her elegant fingers gripped the metal bar as she pushed herself up, until her slender hips pressed into the railing causing her feet to barely leave the ground. Tilting forward, she then performed a small balancing act by rocking back and forth atop the bar as her strong, toned abs carried most of her weight. Glancing off to her left, she watched as the rest of her squad strolled off the field from practice, some of the girls performed a few jumps and flips, joyous over practice being over as well as it being the end of the week. Smiling to herself, she turned back to watch David walking towards her from football practice, her eyes squinting against the rays of the late afternoon sun. Sharon then flexed her arms as she pushed off to land back on her feet. In a slow almost seductive move, she ran her finger back into her long brown hair to brush it over her shoulder and then performed a slight shoulder roll to show off her toned muscles. Muscles that were revealed by her spring uniform which gave away amble amounts skin along her neck, back and shoulder. Sharon sometimes, like now, loved playing the tease and liked to torment David with her little seductive poses and flirtatious hair flips.

David’s smile increased as he got closer, while his eyes attempted to soak in every inch of a body that was never meant to be hidden behind layers of clothing. As always, he loved starting with her long, toned legs, which stretched out from under her short cheerleading skirt. Her cheer top showed off her naturally flat, well defined tummy, which had a slender curve upward to a pair of beautiful, large pear sized breasts that stood firmly out from her chest. Her snug top displayed the School Letters, proudly brazened across the front.

Today, Sharon had pinned most of her long brown hair back behind her head, leaving only a few wispy trails of loose hair to frame her face and cheeks. Sharon’s naturally olive skin complexion meant that the slightest bit of sun, like now, added a nice tanned quality to her body. Her round, deep, blue eyes beautifully enhanced the oval outline of her face, as a pair of full lush lips formed under a petite perfect nose that topped off her stunning look. But David knew that as sweet, sexy, and innocent her look is now, Sharon’s reputation for turning into a bad, evil bitch was well deserved and it kept him on his toes.

“I don’t want to take you away from your practice” Sharon said, batting her eyes innocently.

“Oh no, we’re taking a break anyway” He sighed, the sweat pouring down his matted blonde hair. His light brown eyes squinted as some sweat invaded his eyelashes. Although David was tall, 6’2”, Sharon didn’t have far to look up, at around 5’ 9”, she was taller then most girls in her class.

They talked for a little while until he had to go back to practice, but not before she gave him a playfully touch on his hand and jersey. ‘That’s enough’ she thought smiling, more of a smile because she always knew that she could wrap any guy around her finger and string him along, it was a sense of empowerment that she enjoyed. She had only just started to date David, but Sharon wasn’t taking it too seriously as they were both Seniors and going to different College’s in the fall, ‘besides, High School boys are such a bore’ she would always tell herself, ‘I can’t wait for College and really scope out the whole social scene.’ For now though, she did feel that certain expectations were to be met, and dating a popular guy was a must within her group of friends.

Turning back towards the Gym Building, Sharon casually strolled as if she didn’t have a care in the world, performing a cartwheel or two until she caught the sound of several boisterous girls over on the Softball field. A slight shudder went thru her body as she watched them from afar, ‘Bitches’ she thought.

Sharon’s High School was an extremely socially complex place, paramount to that was the fact that it was private and small in class size. Those two factors meant that the slightest bit of gossip could spread in minutes and depending on who you talked to, each ‘click’ had its own interpretation of who held the top rung of the social ladder. Regardless, the general consensus was that the Cheerleaders were the snobbiest, socialite bitches to ever grace the halls of this school and the girl’s Softball Team were among their biggest critics. In fact, a verbal war had been waged between the factions for the past couple of years, ‘fortunately that was the extent of it’ Sharon considered, seeing that some of those girls were kind of big. Casting another scowl in their direction, her smooth, full, lips mouthed the word “Pigs”, although they were to far away for any of them to even take notice of her accompanying look of disgust.

Sharon never really took her bitchy attitude seriously, but it seemed that others couldn’t see the lighter side of it, ‘hell if I care’ she brushed the matter aside and quickly started to think about plans for tonight and the rest of the weekend. Taking a detour, she ducked into an open door that lead into the main gymnasium building, as a quicker route to the girl’s lockers. Her shoes squeaked a couple of times as she walked across the slick polished surface of the basketball court, which took up a large portion of the interior. Sharon was surprised to see the gymnastics team still having practice, although allot of the girls had already headed home, it looked as if only a handful had stayed late to work on their routines. Sharon didn’t really pay much attention though and had an air of superiority fill her senses as she knew a few of the girls, allot of them where Cheerleading ‘rejects’; she just smiled to herself at the thought.

‘If they couldn’t make the squad, their second choice was gymnastics’ Sharon contemplated and knew full well that several of the girls were more then physically capable. 'But aptitude and ability will get you only so far' Sharon mused as most girls lacked the social graces and political know-how to make the team, ‘In this town, who your parents know and how popular you were played a big factor’ and thanks to her Dad’s executive status within one of the largest Oil Corporations in the Country, there was little she didn’t receive when asked for. But even once you made the team, Sharon quickly found out you had to know how to ‘kiss ass’, and the former Captain of the Team, Tina, liked being sucked up to; ‘oh well, gotta do what you gotta do’ Sharon would tell herself, yet she was proud of the fact that she had a few other qualities that put her inline to be the Captain when the time came, ‘Natural physical talent, beauty, and enthusiasm’ she smiled to herself. The only problem was that she wasn’t the only girl who stood out in the group, Rachel was another favorite of Tina’s, and so in an unprecedented move during the end of Tina’s senior year, she convinced the Coach to nominate Sharon and Rachel as Co-Captains of the team. Sharon was just thankful she and Rachel were friends and thought allot alike or ‘She and I would have to somehow settle the issue’ as a determined look crossed Sharon’s pretty face contemplating the situation.

Her pace slowed a bit as her left eye caught site of a blonde performing a standing back flip, landing perfectly on the matt, outstretching her arms skyward as her perfectly smooth, muscular body arched in a final pose. Sharon thought she recognized her, but her name was lost somewhere in the back of her mind at the moment, she was too preoccupied watching the girls incredible legs flex and perform another technique, ‘A sissone?’ Sharon thought it was the name, the girl executed it with almost no effort. ‘Damn, she’s probably got one of the best bodies in the whole damn school’, a twinge of jealousy fired thru Sharon’s psyche. She couldn’t help it, it wasn’t a habit to compare herself against other girls as she was very secure with her own body and looks, but sometimes her ego played out the same damn hypothetical scenario in her head whenever she was sizing up another girl; ‘If the two of us walked into a room, who would all of the guys, or hell everyone in the rom take more notice of?’

Sharon almost always felt it would be her, sticking her chest out proudly, but taking a good look at this tall, about 5’10” beautiful blonde, she had a strong sense of doubt rise up. ‘Now that pisses me off’ she thought, ‘There’s gotta be something wrong with her, like missing an eye or some teeth or something.’ her sarcastic mind probed for some weakness as she continued to watch her, although her head was now turning a bit more now. She noticed the blonde’s long legs extending out from her sexy dark blue leotard that conformed to a very tight sculpted ass, back and abs; her buns would flex with every twist and turn of her body. ‘Her fucking breasts, god damn, they really fill out that uniform, shit.’ Suddenly she felt flushed and embarrassed as she had to consciously keep from grabbing her own breasts in comparison, still they felt like they were swelling in their own competitive nature as her nipples hardened under her bra. ‘Now, why have I never noticed her before?’ Sharon was sure she had seen her around all the time, and always thought her to be the odd-woman-out; suddenly she was struck by the realization that she couldn’t recall the girl ever trying out the Cheer squad,

‘She would have made a hell of an addition’. For that matter, Sharon wondered if she should be insulted because the girl hadn’t tried out for the team!

Her distraction continued as she watched the cords of muscles roll and flex in her thighs and arms, as her body vaulted a couple of times.

“Excuse me!” a girl's voice called out, Sharon whipped her head around and stumbled back two steps, she wasn’t paying attention and almost ran into another girl coming out of the Locker room.

“Sorry!” Sharon said in an almost offended manner looking the girl up and down with a disgusted expression as if the other girl was at fault, and the two stared each other down as they continued to walk past one another.

“B…i…t…c…h” Sharon slowly, silently mouthed at the red head as she walked away; in turn, the girl flipped her the middle finger.

‘Idiot, she needs to watch were she is going.’ Sharon thought to herself, slipping into the locker room and all but forgotten about the blonde gymnast.

‘Can’t wait to hit the showers.’

Another benefit was that the Cheerleaders had finagled their way to obtaining a whole row of lockers side by side, and they were the best lockers in the girl’s room. This was another stunt that really ticked off allot of other girls in the school. Slowly, almost meticulously, Sharon laid out her clothes as she took her own sweet time stripping off her uniform from her aching, sweat-covered body. Sweat glistened off her tan legs and arms; years of Cheering had hardened and defined her muscles. Although Sharon didn’t consider herself a fitness freak, she did perform amble amounts of exercises to meet the demands of Cheering; even still, she retained a bit of a soft look. Her firm, round buns tensed as she shifted the weight of her body and stretched to reach up to the back of the locker, her pert, pear sized breasts jiggled slightly as she stretched and leaned. She could still feel the slight hardness in her nipples as her mind quickly thought back to the blonde practicing out on the mats. When her bare heels settled back down on the cool tile floor, she paused and entertained the thought of what the other girl’s body might look like in comparison, she even went so far as to try and picture the girl nude. Sharon draped the towel over the nearby bench and paused, placing her hands onto her female hips, projecting a very cocky pose and to just enjoy the moment; ‘Maybe this is some fetish of mine’ as she felt a shiver flutter up her spine and tummy, her nipples stabbing outward with renewed determination as a warming sensation spread from deep inside while she let her nude form soak-in the open air. It was a strange thrill she got as she proudly stood their, knowing full well that someone may come walking in at any moment, but she secretly hoped it would be the blonde.

‘Maybe if I piddle around a bit, she’ll finish up and I can settle this once and for all.’ Sharon knew she could get a really good comparison of the girl in the showers, ‘maybe she has like a scar on her back or something, anything.’ Her nasty little mind started to hope. But her erotic moment was short lived as she heard ‘Them’ enter the locker room. Sharon’s eyes widened and could tell it was a couple of girls form the softball team by the sound of their cleats scraping on the tile flooring.

“Fucking, fuck, fuck…fucking bitches…” she mumbled to herself, quickly turning herself around and spastically reached for her clothing on the bench, swiping up her panties and hurriedly pulled them up her long legs, snapping the elastic into place. She also, suddenly, remembered that the rest of the locker-room was deserted; she hadn’t heard a soul since coming in. They way the lockers were lined up, Sharon was hoping they would walk by and not look down her row and maybe not even notice her, ‘I hope, cause I really don’t feel like getting into it with them right now’. Biting her lower lip she turned her back and she almost let out a big sigh when it sounded like they walked by, ‘whew avoided that potentially ugly confrontation, besides, I’m outnumbered’. Her blood continued to boil though as she remembered how they would taunt her and her friends ‘calling us wimps and prissy doll babies every chance they saw us practicing.’ Her muscles relaxed as she thought the coast was clear, letting the clutched shirt in her first lower a few inches until;

“Where are all your friends princess?” the voice was almost directly behind her and Sharon just felt her heart sink like a stone as her body began to involuntarily tremble with fear and anger.

Part 2

‘I can just feel their bitch, dyke eyes boring into the back of my body, probably standing their looking all smug and shit, and what fucking luck! Standing here in my damn underwear and no bra on!’ Sharon’s plan was simple, to ignore them and get dressed, ‘maybe if I just don’t acknowledge them they would leave me alone.’

“Do you think Princess heard us?” One of the girls piped up.

Sharon recognized the voice, it was Taylor, not a big girl but almost Sharon’s height, a bit of a tomboy and prided herself on being on the rough side.

“Oh yeah, she heard us all right.”

‘Shit, that would be Janet, Taylor’s fucking sidekick’ Sharon surmised. All the while, Sharon was quickly calculating a way out of this, figuring she was in some deep shit if indeed there wasn’t a soul around. In any case, she fell back on her original plan to keep getting dressed and ignore the two idiots. Sharon wanted to mouth off so bad, but it would just escalate things, and with tensions being so bad right now, that wasn’t a good idea, ‘besides, their just fucking with me, but they’ll fucking pay for this little stunt’ Sharon tried to console herself by already planning her revenge. Casually she performed her signature head twist, causing her long brown hair to flip around and reached down to grab her skirt off the bench.

“Not so fast sweet cheeks!” Taylor snapped and quickly reached over yanking the skirt out of Sharon’s grasp. Now that pissed Sharon off and outnumbered or not Sharon spun around, her face turning a beat red.

“Give me that back bitch!” Sharon was finally face to face with her two tormentors. Taylor with her short curly reddish, brown hair and stocky build, she was close to Sharon’s height but about an inch shorter at 5’8”; Janet on the other hand was shorter and skinner, about 5’5”, wearing her light brown hair pulled back in a sloppy pony tail. They both shared the same mocking, nasty look in their eyes; they were enjoying every bit of the moment. Decked out in their uniforms, they were covered in dirt, sweat and dust, their faces tan from playing outdoors all spring as streaks of dirty sweat crisscrossed their faces, only adding to their already heated, mean looks. Sharon really got nervous as their hungry eyes roamed up and down her legs, panties and arms.

Taylor’s white teeth showed as her smile increased, her fingers clutched the skirt with greater effort between her hot, dusty fingers. Sharon just burned her look of hatred into her tormentor’s dark brown eyes as Taylor returned the stare. Taylor let her eyes feast upon the Queen-Bitch Cheerleader herself; Sharon’s friend Rachel also would have been a good catch, but this would be one to ‘write home about’ Taylor thought. It was like a dream come true catching Sharon in this state of undress and alone, ‘a rarity indeed’ as she knew these pom-pom bitches traveled in large protective packs.

“Now, now princess. I wouldn’t want you to cover up that cute ass so soon, and I do like those pink panties you have on.” Taylor remarked as both girls laughed in unison at her comment. Taylor was openly gay and while this was part business and revenge, it’s also been a lustful desire to feel up Sharon’s hot little body, although Sharon really wasn’t a little girl.

“She looks good in pink, damn Sharon your body is really kickn’.” Janet said, looking over at Taylor as if in a polite conversation.

“Get the fuck out of her you two perverts! Why don’t you two go off and do ‘whatever’ you do with each other and leave me the hell alone!” Sharon’s voice rose a little bit, hoping to at least draw some attention.

“Perverts?” Taylor raised her eyebrows in a fake offended manner, leaning back slightly. “You’re the one who likes to strut your tight little ass in front of the whole School Class, jumping and doing those high flying splits and kicks. You know what? I think you get-off on that type of stuff.” Taylor sneered.

“Sure looks that way to me. At least I know I get off on watching you prissy bitches perform your routines.” Janet piped up. That comment sent a shiver up Sharon’s spine. Frustrated and fed up, Sharon tried to reach over and snatch her skirt away.

“Give me that!” But Taylor was too quick and pulled back a few inches out of range. Suddenly, Sharon felt a tug on the shirt that was barely covering her chest, her eyes grew franticly wide as Janet had reached over and gotten a hold of the collar and was now pulling on it hard. Janet just smiled and dug her fingers into the fabric as Sharon shot her a frustrated, scarred look. The exact look that Janet was hoping for.

“Calm down princess, your almost undressed anyway, I’m just helping.” Janet taunted.

“Let go! I’m warning you.” Sharon felt her left hand clench into a first, she had never punched a girl before and the violent shaking in her arm and fingers told her that she really wasn’t ready to start. ‘There is no fucking way I am going to beg my way out of this.’ Sharon kept telling herself.

“Let go? Or what?” Janet said as Taylor just laughed at the threat.

“Or..or…….” but Sharon’s words dribbled off as she turned her head to the right, Janet followed her gaze and a moment later Taylor was looking with the two of them.

The blonde gymnast came strolling around the corner, looking mostly downward as she was walking until she got within thirty feet and looked up, her pace slowed to almost a stop as she caught site of the scene playing out in front of her. Sharon felt a dual sense of relief and embarrassment, probably the last thing this girl expected to see coming into the locker rooms. All three girls tried to read her expression as she advanced, although at a much slower pace now; she mostly had this perplexed look on her beautiful face.

‘Thank god’ Sharon thought to herself as the blonde turned down the same row of lockers, knowing that if Taylor and Janet wanted to keep going at it, they would have to do it in front of this girl and that just might spoil their fun.

Sharon found it odd that even in the midst of all this chaos, she found herself thinking how even more incredible the blonde looked close up, although now she was wearing a pair of black shorts pulled up over the bottom of her leotard, her well defined body still had a sheen of sweat from all her practice.

Slowly she stopped in front of her locker and worked the combination, ‘What the fuck? She is just going to ignore this?’ Sharon couldn’t believe her eyes, ‘That bitch!

“Hey Corbin, could you give us a few minutes?” Taylor’s face lights up as she boldly asks her question, and her sadistic smile returns to her cruel lips. Sharon’s head, in panic mode now, looks quickly back over her shoulder to where the blonde is standing, waiting…looking for what her reaction will be.

‘Corbin? Fuck! I remember now!’ Sharon frantically makes a mental note, but more importantly she wanted to scream for help, ‘how could she not help me!’

“Actually, could you come back in a half hour, this could take awhile.” Janet kind of chuckled.

“Yeah! A half hour should do it” Taylor looked over at her partner in crime and they both laughed. Taylor was feeling confident now, she knew Corbin wouldn’t intervene, being a quiet girl who mostly kept to herself. Sharon didn’t move, she just kept looking at Corbin, frozen in anxious anticipation as if waiting for some winning lottery number to be called out. ‘Fuck! Move, do something!’ her impatient mind screamed, more then anything Sharon just wanted her to look at her, into her eyes and see that she needed help. Sharon knew she was too proud to ask for it,
‘I can’t beg, even if she does help, me begging out loud would be a slam dunk victory for them at this point.’

And slowly, Corbin turned her head as she pulled her gym bag out of the locker, her eyes drifted over until Sharon felt like she was finally staring right at her. Suddenly, Sharon seemed to notice every little detail of her face and expression, her beautiful hazel eyes, her perfectly formed lips and straight nose, her straight blonde hair that was only about an inch past her shoulders. Sharon knew she was being pathetic, as she tried to convey some sense of urgency and if her look didn’t tell her anything, she knew that the tremor that had spread thru her bare legs and arms surely would.

Standing there in her girlishly, pink underwear and clutching her shirt to her chest she didn’t know how she was going to reclaim her dignity when all was said and done. But, it was the next moment that Sharon knew she would always remember as the blonde’s gorgeous eyes narrowed and conveyed a look of reassurance, and then the slightest flicker of hope ignited and began to spread thru Sharon’s body. Sharon figured that Corbin could have turned away and left her there, to not get involved and maybe even reason ‘I had this coming.’ But instead of leaving her at the mercy of those two bitches, she watched in amazement as she walked right up beside her and, dropping her gym bag on the ground, she turned her gaze from Sharon to Taylor and Janet and then back to Sharon.

“Sharon, do you still need that ride home?”

Sharon just nodded ‘Yes’ franticly.

“Then get with it, I don’t have all day”

Janet was stunned, her grip loosened on the shirt, but Sharon was two dumbstruck to enjoy the look of confusion on Taylor and Janet’s faces. She quickly twisted her fist, pulling her shirt completely free and shot Janet an eat shit look, although Sharon was careful not to overindulge in the moment as it still looked like anything was possible.

It took a minute for what just happen to process in Taylor’s mind,
“Corbin? Are you shitting me?!’” she blurted out in shock, “Since when did you buddy with princess!?”

“Yeah!” Janet added. Sharon felt braver now, quickly reached over and swiped her skirt out of Taylor’s hands, while the girl continued to just stand in puzzlement. Sharon fumbled with her clothes trying to get dressed without revealing any more skin then necessary, but it was slow going. She was slightly hindered by her own distraction as she watched watch and studied what the two girls were thinking, she could tell they were still contemplating long and hard about what to do next; but Corbin just stood her ground, right next to her.

‘I guess they figure that Corbin could put up one hell of a nasty fight’, it was the only thing Sharon figured was holding back the two girls. Yet, she didn’t even know if Corbin could fight. Still, a dozen thoughts were running thru her head.

‘I could push it and see if Corbin backs down? But if she doesn’t, what then?’ Taylor wondered out of respect for the girls athletic abilities and wasn’t’ sure if she really wanted to fight her, and if she did, it would then create a rift between her and the rest of the girls on the gymnastics team. ‘A big fucking mess!’ Taylor began to realize.

‘Oh fuck it’ she thought and patted Janet on the back as a sign to leave.

“See you around Princess and you too Corbin” An annoying smirk curled out of the corner of Taylor’s lips, yet even in her annoyance over her little plan not coming to its fruition she found a slight bit of respect for Corbin’s actions.

“You see me now, don’t you? And you’ll see me every day until the end of the school year” Corbin fired her comment right back, very uncharacteristic of the blonde's presonality. So much so, that the comment caught Taylor and Janet dead in their tracks as Taylor just glanced over in silence. Yet Corbin stood unwavering as she calmly stared at Taylor, who was not calm at all but showing signs of loosing her cool. Their staredown happened so fast and didn't last long, , but each girl felt the tension quickly rise and even if Janet and Sharon were unable to perceive any change on the outside, Corbin and Taylor most definitly felt it. That underlying energy that precepitates the unexpected...and the unknow of what may happen next. However Taylor choose to back down and just shook her head before proding Janet to walk back down the row of lockers.

“We're just walking away?” Janet glared up at her friend, dumbfounded by the sudden exit.

“Not yet....” Taylor softly growled under her breath, “...not just yet...” her voice faded into nothing as she simply stared straight ahead.

Sharon watched awe as her two antagonists walked away, and ‘just like that it was over’ she couldn’t believe it. Her eyes came back over to where Corbin was standing not more then a foot away now, waiting for the blonde to finally turn around and face her. But Corbin again did the unexpected and just turned her back to Sharon, taking a seat down on the bench. Her head hung a little low as her fingers flicked at the strap on her gym back; “I’ll wait and walk you out, you know, just in case” Corbin said softly while give her broad shoulders a slight shrug.

Sharon didn’t waste any time in pulling her stuff together and did her best to control the shaking in her body. When she heard Sharon’s locker slam shut, Corbin stood up and turned around, she noticed that Sharon wouldn’t look her in the eyes anymore and she felt really bad for the girl. ‘God knows that would have shaken me up.’

“You okay?” Corbin asked.

‘Am I okay?’ Sharon had to ask herself the very same question and she couldn’t even remember what to say or do next, but suddenly she felt her back pressing into the metal lockers as she slumped down, her left hand came up to quickly cover her face as she began to lose her composure. In an instant she felt herself let go and began choking out the tears and sobs, ‘Fuck, stop crying, stop, don’t let anyone see you like this you god damn wimp!’ Yelling inside her own mind, but it only seemed to upset her more. The tears were partly real, but Sharon was well known for taking drama to a new level amongst her friends, but Corbin had no idea of that and assumed the whole experience had shaken the girl pretty bad. In fact, Corbin thought Sharon was fainting the way the girl’s body fell backwards, she let go of the gym bag almost instantly as her right leg came up to cross the bench separating the two girls. But then Sharon’s body remained rested against the row of drab grey lockers as a sobbing cry echoed off the hard surfaces of the room.

Caustiously, Corbin slowed her movements as if approaching a fine piece of china and carefully placed her hands upon each of Sharon’s shoulders, but wasn’t even sure what she should do next. 'This is so awkward' Corbin thought, she didn’t even know the girl and now she was trying to figure out how to console her, ‘I guess I should do something, give her a hug maybe?’ her mind was starting to fill with anxiety, the truth was, she wasn’t very good at this sort of thing. But before Corbin knew what to do next or what was even happening, she felt her simple gesture firmly returned as Sharon’s fingers reached around and tugged into the back of the blonde’s leotard, so much so, that Corbin feared the girl may rip the fabric apart.

‘She’s rather strong’ Corbin had to admit, but the surprise came pleasantly.

Sharon didn’t know why she was letting her emotions go, it went against everything she was taught and if anyone saw her like this it would haunt her the remainder of the school year.

‘But this feels so odd’ Sharon thought, ‘And in a nice way!’ to completely loose-it in the arms of this girl she that she had for years only seen in the hallways and never spoken to. Somehow, it seemed that in the middle of a very impersonal place with their bodies sweaty, shaking and tired, both girls found one of the most intimate moments either had ever experienced. But that realization was nowhere near the shock Sharon’s body felt next, instead of embarrassment, which she in fact did feel some of, she was actually more aware of the way her head rested comfortably on the blonde’s right shoulder. Opening her eyes just to be sure this was all real and perhaps to validate their moment of privacy as she looked around the empty locker room, but it didn’t feel as if she was really looking. For the most part, Sharon’s pupils had a blank stare to them as her mind obviously was spinning off to elsewhere.

‘I know your not enjoying this’ Sharon thought consciously, but subconsciously she allowed her breathing to slow as she also became aware of the slightest bit of compression against her breasts, ‘What in the hell?’ she wondered privately. ‘Am I suffering some personality disorder?’ the always prim and proper Sharon thought to herself as she would have normally pushed the blonde away at the intimate contact, and yet another part of her found some comfort in the contact and *that* totally freaked her out. The whole experience sent a tremble thru her body, not just a flutter in her heart and in her finger tips, but a true nervousness that seemed to radiate throughout her entire body and she was stunned to recognize it as a rising sense of arousal; ‘Fuck! This is so wrong, so bad!’ Sharon squirmed in the girl’s grasp while she wanted to believe her mind was playing ‘tricks’ on her.

Corbin wasn't even sure at first that anything had changed in their simple consoling embrace, but she thought she could detect Sharon’s whole body tense suddenly. Corbin had in fact detected it correctly, for at that particular second Sharon was fighting internally with a part of herself that wanted to get away.

‘You need to get this bitch off of you!’ Sharon’s mind screamed, yet at the same time that repulsion was tamed by powerful feelings…sensual feelings that increased with every passing second, ‘I want to hold on so badly’ Sharon finally admitted.

‘But also want to hate her!’ Sharon’s bitchy voice chimed in, ‘This is all her fault!’ Sharon told herself trying to rouse her anger, ‘How dare she come-on to me like this!’

‘She’s not you idiot, your just imagining it, it’s your own perverted desires finally coming out, you have the hots for another girl...for this blonde, just admit it!’ her other subconscious voice taunted her, ‘Enjoy it! Give into it!’

‘Enjoy it? Fuck you and fuck this!’ Her logical, well mannered side fired right back, all the while she had physically arched her back just enough, bringing both of their breasts dangerously close to full frontal contact;

‘Am I crazy for even contemplating this?’ She wondered, ‘Oh screw it’ Sharon’s mind and body swooned, ‘No one else is here, what have you got to loose!’ and so she feigned a sigh of emotion prior to increasing her hug, while at the same time her shoulders rolled back. A slight shift took place between their chests as Sharon’s silk shirt slid over smooth stretch lycra and both women hugged one another with greater intensity, first out of emotional bonding but then perhaps out of something more. ‘There it is!’ Sharon’s admitted to herself that ‘The added pressure against my body…my chest…my breasts…my nipples…it feels so fucking hot!’

Yet the panic and embarrassment was still there, ‘My god, what must this girl be thinking of this! And of you Sharon!’ She blushed red and began to sweat for fear of discovery that the blonde would read her mind any second and her entire stature within the school would be ridiculed and reduced out of one shameful indulgence with another girl.

Corbin did infact begin to pick up on something, albeit a bit slower, her naive mind moved at a slower pace then Sharon’s, until that is she could no longer deny the slight uncomfortable shift take place against her breasts, yet again. ‘And it’s not my imagination either’ Corbin noted, it really did feel like Sharon’s chest was now pressing head-on into her own. But with Sharon’s seemingly emotional sigh and tightening embrace she couldn’t, or didn’t want to, fathom anything more than an endearing moment. Corbin found herself wondering if Sharon was experiencing the same sensations, ‘how could she not be?’

Her answer came in the form of a quick, but muffled gasp when she felt *it*;

‘Are those her nipples?’ Corbin questioned, but she knew the answer, it was just that she didn’t want to admit any of it – ‘Because if I can feel hers...’ Corbin thought and winced in shame, ‘…she MUST be able to feel mine…oh god’ Corbin felt totally flushed and wanted to run and hide as she agonized about what was happening below and between them. Over the years, Corbin had casually hugged friends and relatives, and the occasional breast-rub would come into play ‘But I never gave it a moment’s notice’ she thought, while her eyes flinched under the obvious strain going on between their chests as two sets of firm, female breasts compressed against one another. The thing that frightened Corbin the most was how exquisite the pressure felt, and wondered if this brunette…this Cheerleader with her diva sneer and attitude was also becoming ‘turned-on’ in this private moment, ‘As much as I am?’ Corbin asked to herself.

Sharon shamefully imagined what Corbin’s beasts must feel like, bared of all clothing, ‘they certainly feel large…maybe only a little more then mine?’ she wondered, but flinched at the thought, embarresed yet again by her wondering mind. On Corbin’s part, her own dilemma was accelerated when she began to feel her leotard dig and rub into her crotch as her legs shifted apart slightly.

Suddenly, it dawned on Sharon that this embrace was beginning to linger into a dangerous amount of time, that if one of them didn’t break it off soon, it would become painfully clear that this whole moment was going to become very awkward, if not already so.

Corbin found herself clenching her tight round ass as she was now tensing different parts of her body, ‘Okay, this is getting freaky’ she thought to herself and felt naked as her leotard had begun to ride up, parting her smooth muscular ass cheeks and even starting to pull tighter against her crotch. Corbin didn’t know Sharon that well and to be hugging one another, it was all very unnerving, Corbin was a loner and kept to herself and Sharon had a reputation for being unpredictable and bitchy. At this very moment Corbin just wanted to leave and go home, she didn’t want anymore trouble from anyone and she definitely did NOT want this girl to turn her venom on her, if Sharon should suddenly feel ‘funny’ about the whole thing;

‘What the hell, I was just trying to comfort her’ Corbin thought.

“Feeling better?” Corbin’s voice, somewhat shaky, seemed to startle Sharon slightly but the girl recovered as her right hand gently performed a small pat and rub on Corbin’s back;

“Thanks Corbin, for everything” Slowly, cautiously each girl began to relax her grip with some degree of reluctance, but neither really cared who relaxed first, especially Sharon. In Corbin’s mind Sharon’s signal was clear, she wanted the withdraw and that was fine with her for right now, the last thing she wanted was for this girl to think she was getting off on their hug.

Sharon tilted her head away, initially to hide her shame, but then her eyes closed as she gave herself one last indulgence, allowing her palms and fingers to perform a slow caress, her lips parted with a sigh as she started from Corbin’s strong back and then around and under her arms; ‘So subtle, she probably won’t notice’ she thought, but a tingle flowed up Corbin’s back and thru her chest, and she felt herself swoon under Sharon’s lingering touch. As if following the lines of some sculpture, those delicate fingers followed around her ribs, lightly grazing her defined abs, until finally slipping away. Still, Sharon kept her head low while she clasped her trembling hands to her aching chest, ‘too many confusing thoughts’ as her mind swayed in an almost drunken haze of fear and lust. In a matter of seconds Sharon found her judgment clouded with another tender feeling that her panicked mind quickly discarded as taboo and ‘totally out of her character’. For both girls, the hug did seem to draw out forever, when in reality it had barely lasted a minute. Sharon’s mind spun frantically that something so intense could have transpired in a few seconds.

To Corbin’s own horror her nipples were as hard as she ever seen them, and the imprints they were leaving in her skintight uniform only seemed to enhance their presence. ‘Too late!’ Corbin’s body stiffened as she saw Sharon look up and both girls glanced at one another awkwardly as they tried to play off the entire incident; a slight consolation was noticing Sharon’s own thick nipples stabbing defiantly outward, directly opposite her own. Corbin quickly looked away as an image of their breasts meeting again, but this time they were unencumbered by clothing flashed thru her mind and the meeting ‘perhaps more gentle’ she hoped. ‘Fuck, I’m going off the deep end’ Corbin thought.

“Well, that was interesting!” Sharon looked up and smiled. But her expression quickly turned to dismay and shock that something just came out of her mouth, ‘are you crazy! I can't believe you just said that’ her eyes closed as her face turned red, but she had to break the silence.

“I’m sorry, I…..” Sharon blinked, but still had to avert her eyes for a few seconds, wanting to crawl into a hole and die.

Corbin felt her whole body relax, letting herself smile and looked back into Sharon’s blushing face;

“It’s ok, really Sharon” Trying to sound reassuring, sensing Sharon was sharing the same amount of embarrassment as her. ‘ok? No I would say this is all far from OK’ Corbin told herself and wasn’t at all sure what to make of what just happened, and worse still, what to think of her own pleasurable reaction to the whole thing. When Sharon finally looked back, Corbin had taken a step back, a softer look and smile had come over her face, ‘what a relief,’ Sharon thought, feeling like the awkward moment was finally passing. They beamed a smile across to one another, and for a few seconds, Sharon’s deep blue eyes with her beautiful smile momentarily had Corbin mesmerized. Corbin wasn’t even sure why, but there was a slight guilt tugging at her heart, ‘maybe it was believing all the hateful stories people spread about this girl’ Corbin thought.

Corbin let Sharon turn to leave first and then quickly reached behind and dug thru her track shorts to pull her leotard out of her ass. The blonde shook her head and wiped a bead of sweat that was running down her forehead, ‘Jesus Corbin, what the hell are you doing?’ her brain seemed to be spinning out of control.

They walked out to Sharon’s car thru a mostly empty parking lot, neither speaking a word both still a little shaken and stunned by what just took place with Taylor and Janet, but more so between each other. Sharon was more or less dragging her feet as they got closer to her car, ‘I woke up in such a great mood today too, but now, getting corned by those two bitches and my stupid stunt back there with Corbin…’ it left her feeling totally humbled.

‘Maybe I deserve it, for acting like such a high and mighty bitch myself.’

But she just shook her head, and spurned the idea that she was somehow less of a woman now, then before everything that just happened. Sneaking a glance over, Sharon watched her new blonde friend sling her gym bag over her right shoulder. She continued to study the strikingly tall, beautiful girl who was athletic and smart. Sharon was puzzled, ‘most girls I know would revel in looks such as this girls’, and she started to recall the attention that most of the guys in school would in fact pay Corbin, but also remembered Corbin’s reputation for being socially inept, unable to pickup on the most flirtatious attempts by guys. ‘Most considered her to be a snob, but I don’t believe her family has any money’ Sharon thought, ‘In any case, Corbin was classified as a non-threat by the other girls’. In addition, she noticed that the blonde wore her hair in no particular manner, it hung long and ‘very untidy‘ Sharon's eyes continued their scrutiny of the girl and observed that the girl's clothes were that of a fashion victim; baggy and wrinkled, and they were not bought that way either, it was obvious that Corbin was not one for ironing her clothing. Sharon noted that her attire seemed to be atleast one size too large over her entire body.

But the one thing Sharon kept coming back to was how quiet Corbin always seemed to be 'Sure doesn't talk much' Sharon thought. ‘But, she makes me feel so at ease, I just can’t seem to put my finger on any of it’. Sharon decided, she wanted to like this girl…’I do like her!’ Sharon pondered with a reinforcing thought, the fact that Corbin was outside of her standard realm of friends was comforting, Sharon didn’t feel the need to put up a front and ‘airs’. And, never once could she recall Corbin looking at her based on some pre-judgmental basis that can come about in a school where too many rumors float about on a daily basis.

Corbin simply remained quiet during their short walk to the car, for indeed, she wasn’t much for talking, she did most of her talking in her head and for years teachers used to send her home with notes indicating that she was way too shy and needed encouragement to break out of her shell. So, her parents like so many other parents in a similar situation began dumping her into sports which Corbin took too instantly, but it didn’t bridge the social gaps for her. Only the most understanding guys and girls ever took the time to get to know her, while her athletic excellence compensated for the inability to connect and make friends. To some degree, Corbin had on a very private…almost secret level, lacked the desire to pursue friendships with other people her own age simply finding them too superficial. ‘And yet…’ It occurred to Corbin that ‘…Sharon seems to embody all that I have tried to always avoid, but maybe it’s superficial of ME to assume that there is not much at all to this girl walking next to me?’

Again, Sharon stole a glance around to see if anyone was watching them, but the few smattering of students still on the school grounds were of no importance. A flicker of shame rose up in the brunette for even thinking twice about what other people might think, ‘I can make friends with whomever I choose!’ she told herself. But only if that was fact, the sad truth was that Sharon knew the consequences of her actions over the years, treating others as social ‘outcasts’ would often mean her circle of reliable trustworthy friends had narrowed to a dangerous limited number.

Corbin had once again withdrawn into her shell, Sharon was one of the ‘untouchables’ in her school, someone that no guy or girl could approach unless you were given some non-verbal, un-written approval. ‘Like some stupid secret society’ Corbin smiled to herself in mock humor, ‘I suppose all schools have these niches by which social dynamics make or break teenagers'. And yet, in only a few short minutes she and this girl had been thrust together, in a very personal situation. Glancing over to the brunette, Corbin let some of her defenses down as she considered Sharon; ‘She doesn’t seem so bad, not nasty or bitchy at all and she is very beautiful’ Corbin admitted. There was a part of her that got a thrill out of being included in Sharon’s exclusive niche of people, ‘Shit, cut that out’ she quickly scolded herself, ‘All you’ve done is chat with the girl for a few seconds this afternoon, that doesn't mean anything in the overall scheme of things'.

They stopped at her car and Sharon took a deep breath, bringing herself down to earth after that orbiting experience back in the gym;

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to do any of that…back there” Sharon could only bring herself to roll her eyes back towards the gym.

Corbin snapped out of her daze and turned to face the girl, that feeling of formality was back again as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

”Oh, its okay, I wanted to. You really should be careful, you know, allot of these girls have real vendettas to carry out” Corbin averted her eyes, she didn’t want any problems, Sharon had a reputation for being such a gossip monger.

“I don’t understand, why would they do that!?” Sharon whined and started to get emotional as she leaned against her car door. “What did I ever do to them? I think they might have really….”

Tilting her head down she felt the warm surface of the roof on her forehead as she squeezed her eyelids shut, blocking out the thought. Corbin rolled her eyes a bit at how Sharon was being so dramatic;

‘She can’t be that blind?’ Corbin wondered. In any case, she reached over and gently rubbed Sharon’s neck until the girl seemed the calm down. A tingle went down Sharon's spine at the unexpected touch, but it felt good...'So good' Sharon thought as she allowed Corbin to massage her neck for a few more seconds.

“Sharon look, the best way I know to describe it….well…it’s what you represent. To allot of these girls you’re beautiful, rich and have everything...AND...you do tend to flaunt it” Corbin smiled slightly, thinking that summed it up pretty well.

“What!? Do YOU think I’m really like that?!” Sharon leaned back and shot a hurtful look over at the blonde. Corbin quickly retracted her arm and glanced away for a second at such a direct question, ‘Oops, maybe the wrong choice of words, as usual’ Taking a deep breath, but decided to just be honest and looked straight into Sharon’s glistening eyes.

“All I know is just what I see” Corbin looked away again and shrugged her shoulders, she didn’t know what else to say and avoided looking Sharon in the eyes.

Sharon watched Corbin’s fingers clutch her gym bag, the anxiety in her posture concerned her and she really wanted to be considerate where this girl was concerned.

“Well…” Sharon said with a sly knowing smile, “…I guess, just maybe I am a little like that” Her head lowered again as if contemplating everything that lead up to what happened.

“A little?” Corbin gave her a questioning look.

“Okay, maybe allot” Sharon smirked with what was the first lighthearted exchange the two had ever had. Her head came back up with a look of concern, and decided to make a leap of faith, a major leap-

“Do you realize the hassles your in for, you know, once those two bitches spread around the school that you claimed to be my friend!” Sharon almost had a smile on her face as she dug in her purse for her keys.

“All I did is help you out” Corbin tried to down play the whole episode, a little weary of Sharon’s sincerity with the use of the word ‘friendship’.

“Yeah…I guess that’s all it was” Sharon hesitated with a tone of disappointment, but Corbin actually looked up at the right moment and caught the look at the last possible second as Sharon lifted her purse and rooted around for her keys. Corbin stood there for a long moment and then peered up with a very cautious look;

“I don’t know Sharon, do you want to be friends…with me?” Corbin swallowed hard, and watched Sharon pause at the question, finally looking back up at her with a heartfelt look, like that was exactly what she wanted Corbin to say. Sharon couldn’t help but smile, Corbin had the cutest expression she could ever remember seeing on anyone, so very shy as the blonde could barely look her back in the eyes. Not saying a word, she rifled thru her purse some more and pulled out a pen and scrap piece of paper to scribble down some information.

“Here!” Sharon urgently said, pressing the crumpled up piece of paper into Corbin’s hand, “Call me tonight”

Corbin opened her fingers and took the paper letting a faint smile cross her lips as she slowly pushed off from the car and took a step back. It was then she realized that her fingers were still interlocked with Sharon's as their arms extended to cover the growing gap between them. Finally, the distance did break their grip at which point Corbin quickly turned away, but froze suddenly only to then spin around and face Sharon again;

“I feel so stupid, I never even properly introduced myself; I’m Corbin” her face blushed red as she leaned in with her right hand.

“Yeah, let’s get all the proper introduction stuff out of the way!” Sharon laughed and shook hands, “I’m Sharon Hunter, what’s your last name?”

“Brennan” Corbin blushed again and stepped back, “Well, I’ve seen you around school and of course I know you from the cheering team, that’s a really hard squad to get on” Corbin sheepishly made small talk and kicked at some loose rocks on the pavement.

“Oh god tell me about it, what a mess it is too. But you know, we really work hard at it, have you ever tried out for the team, you seem really athletic! How come I don’t see you around more?” Sharon suddenly caught herself, she was doing it again, dominating the conversation as she always did and the poor blonde looked like a deer in headlights.

“Sorry” Sharon smiled awkwardly, “I tend to talk allot”.

Corbin’s beautiful smile formed over her lips at the way Sharon could make fun of herself, “What question do you want me to answer first?”

Sharon rolled her eyes and giggled, “Oh, uhm…well...I don’t recall you ever trying for the team?”

“No biggie, just not interested I guess” Corbin shrugged, she had never really thought about it before. “But look, I’ll give you a call, I have to run home or my parents are going to freak out” Corbin took a step back.

“Okay…yeah…please do…and thanks again” Sharon pulled on the handle to her car door and watched the girl walk across the parking lot. Sharon didn’t know what it was about this girl, but she was definitely caught up in her mystery and wanted to know more, maybe everything about her. As she slipped into her car Sharon immediately chastized herself; “Great going you big mouth, probably scarred her off with all your damn nosey questions”.

Part 3

Later that evening as Corbin was shutting down her computer she found herself just staring at the monitor, watching the screen grow dim before slowly opening her desk drawer for probably the tenth time that night. From the drawer, she withdrew the crumpled up piece of paper that Sharon had given her, her hands lowering to her lap as she replayed everything that happened earlier in the day. ‘This is ridiculous’ Corbin tried to shut it out of her mind, not that she truly wanted to, but every time she thought about what happened, it took every bit of self control to fight off those conflicting thoughts. 'What the fuck is wrong with you?' Corbin shook her head with despair and perhaps a little disgust that she even was considering a simple hug as being something 'pleasurable' and not in the consoling sense of the word. Clutching her fists tightly as she rocked forward in her chair as if trying to tense every muscle in her body. But a sudden knock on the door sent her entire body jerking upright, and suddenly as if someone had opened a drain plug, all of her swirling thoughts were suddenly sucked from her mind and body, back into the recess of her subconscious;

“Yes?” Her voice cracking and coming out somewhat meek.

Her mom leaned into the room, “Corbin, it’s getting late. You okay?” Looking at her daughter sitting with a somewhat panicked look on her face.

“Yeah...*aghm*...yes mom, I’m fine, just a few more minutes” All of her defenses came up, and like most teenagers she needed those defenses to maintain some amount of control in her life…and some privacy, the constant struggle for privacy as she fought to figure out just where in this crazy life she fit in.

“All right, but you know you have a hard time getting up in the morning if you don’t get to bed early.”

”Yes mom! I know!” Corbin answered impatiently, not meaning to get snippy but she was really stressed about this phone call and not to mention her parents insisting questions and worries.

“Okay…okay, Goodnight” Her mom smiled.

“Goodnight” Corbin smiled as her mom quietly closed the door but hesitated to leave, Corbin was her only child and while she felt guilt for being constantly nosey, she also felt relief in the same breath, ‘So very frustrating’ she shook her head.

Blinking in disbelief, Corbin looked down at Sharon’s phone number as she simply shook her head,
“Girl, you are trouble I don’t need” And quickly balled up the paper aiming for the trash can, but stopped short of the throw. Letting out a deep sigh she unfolded the paper, yet again, and swiveled in her chair to stare at the phone next to her bedside table.

Shutting off the desk lamp she turned and slowly crawled onto her bed and stretched out over her covers pulling the phone in close. Lying on her stomach she rested her head on her outstretched right arm, thinking…contemplating. Meanwhile, her legs were bent so that her feet pointed upward at a ninety degree angle as her ankles crisscrossed a few times nervously, thinking maybe it was too late or should she even take Sharon’s request seriously, looking for a possible way out of the call.

“It’s too late, not a good idea, besides we have nothing in common!” She kept doubting, but she just stared at the receiver. Besides, she knew that making this phone call would be crossing every major social ‘no-no’ there was in the unwritten rulebook of their High School. It felt dangerous and that excited her, beckoning her to choose the lesser-traveled path. ‘Like crossing a phantom picket line and going over to the other side’ she thought with a smile, looking over she was surprised to find her hand now resting on the receiver, and still she stared, and stared…and…

~~~~~

Sharon had the radio on and was jabbering away on her cordless phone, leaning back against the headboard of her queen size bed. She sat watching her toenails dry after giving them a new coating of polish.

“Yeah! Can you believe she said that!?” Sharon just shook her head in disbelief as she sat on the phone catching up with the latest gossip, “Oh shit, can you hold, I have an incoming call! Be right back”

”Hello?” Sharon said in a somewhat impatient manner.

“Hey Sharon, it’s me…Corbin”

It took a second for Sharon to respond, she literally froze at the unexpected call, but suddenly sat upright in bed.

“Hey!...How…how…how are you?” Even Sharon was surprised by her enthusiastic tone, yet she had to be cautious.

“You sound in a good mood” Corbin smiled to herself, glad that she didn’t wake her up. “Sorry for calling…..”

”Can you hold on a sec? I have to get off the other line!” Sharon clicked over before Corbin could even respond.

“Hey Rachel, gotta go…yeah, yeah I know, well catch up on all that stuff tomorrow, ok…thanks!” Sharon couldn’t believe it, ‘I am actually dumping my best gossip buddy on the cheer squad to chat with Corbin! Freaky!’

Clicking back over, “Ok, sorry.”

”That’s ok, anyway, sorry for calling so late” Corbin rolled onto her back and twirled the phone cord in her fingers.

Sharon felt totally silly, she actually had butterflies in her stomach and was nervous, “No it’s fine, just up chatting and stuff, you know. So what’s up?”

“Oh, just working on a paper for tomorrow, last minute thing, got it finished. And I wanted to call…and…” Sharon leaned forward some more, waiting, anticipating. She heard a heavy sigh on the other end of the line and wondered what it meant, yet Sharon just smiled and listened, it felt good to hear Corbin say ‘she wanted to call’ and a warm feeling spread thru her whole body.

“It’s okay Corbin, I know, things at school make it, well kind of tough” Sharon wanted to help her out and she in fact knew what she was trying to convey.

“Yeah, real tough” Corbin sighed again, “I never realized how hard it would be until you actually try, you know”

“I wouldn’t have given you my phone number if I didn’t mean it. And besides, we don’t bite and were not stupid!” Sharon just laughed, “No matter what those assholes say. Sorry, I know some of those assholes are your friends”

“No, it’s ok Sharon, some of them are real jerks. And you know what?”

“What?”

“I know you’re not stupid” Corbin said sincerely.

Sharon just sat there with her big smile, like she had never been paid a compliment before. Neither spoke of what happened in the locker room earlier that day, their conversation was going to well and everything felt too ‘normal’ at the moment. In reality, Corbin did most of the listening, but she didn’t mind, Sharon made her laugh with all her bitchy gossip and it was easy to get caught up in the positive energy Sharon radiated.

~~~~~

The very next day, Sharon had new enthusiasm as she bounded up the stares to her first class of the day. She was resolute to make a new friend with Corbin instead of the opposite. Coming around the corner she came face to face with that very first opportunity, she slowed down as she saw the blonde in the hallway talking with some of her friends from gymnastics class. But Sharon didn’t let that phase her one bit, from their conversation last night it seemed as if things like ‘social clicks’ didn’t matter, normally Sharon would have steered clear of them, but she just slowed down and stared for a moment smiling and performing a little wave, hoping to get her attention. Finally, Corbin glanced over and caught site of Sharon walking by, her hand coming up with a wave, but her look conveyed hesitation and her wave was barely one of acknowledgment as Corbin could feel her friends watching her, judging her every move. It was a sickening feeling to do that to Sharon as Corbin watched the girl’s smile slowly fade from across the hall. Sharon just stood there for a moment dumbfounded as Corbin just went back to chatting with her friends, like she almost wasn’t there. It had to be one of the worst feelings Sharon could ever recall, it felt like ‘total rejection’ to her and to top if off, a couple of the girls in Corbin’s group shot an ugly look in her direction. Quickly Sharon turned away and made a detour down another hallway to her next class, trying to fight back the tears, she didn’t want to see or talk to anyone and ‘why the fuck did that hurt so much?’ but it did. ‘I thought that after what happened and our talk last night we were friends!?’ Sharon kept thinking to herself.

‘Well it’s your own damn fault for being such a bitch to everyone’ Sharon tried to shoulder some of the blame.

“Did that girl just wave at you?” Jenn asked, looking over at Corbin with an expression of shock.

“God, I hear she’s a real bitch” Vera chimed in.

Corbin painfully twitched with every cutting remark, and her hands clutched her books closely to her chest in shame for not walking up and talking to Sharon, for being so fucking weak. ‘Shit’ Corbin thought to herself, hoping they wouldn’t ask anymore questions.

“What was that all about?” Jenn persisted, much to Corbin’s fear.

“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve maybe talked to her a couple of times in passing” Corbin shrugged, hoping that would be the end of it. But Vera stepped in close and tugged on Corbin’s arm, causing her to stiffen,

“I’m saying this as a friend Corbin, don’t get mixed up with her, or anyone of her friends. They are some of the most manipulative girls in the school” Vera released her grip and looked over her shoulder cautiously.

Corbin nodded and looked down at the ground, “Yeah, I know, don’t worry” Corbin sighed, she knew Vera meant well. Almost purposefully, Corbin and Sharon avoided one another over the next couple of days, as if each didn’t know how to navigate past all the bullshit that their friends were throwing their way. By the start of Thursday, Sharon was resigned to the fact that School ‘clicks’ did in fact rule and Corbin wasn’t going to risk ridicule to talk with or be her friend. ‘I guess I’m really not surprised, I live by those same guidelines every day’ she considered, but it still hurt like hell and trying to forget it was all but impossible at the moment, ‘I thought we really could have been great friends. I guess I should just be thankful to have known her for a few brief minutes that day and our phone conversation was wonderful. Shit, this is stupid it’s not like someone died or anything’ Sharon continued to fumble thru her locker, not terribly worried about class as it was just her ‘Study Hall’.

“Hey” The voice called out from behind her, Sharon almost dropped a book in surprise, more from the source then the abruptness. Turning her head she was shocked to see Corbin standing their and then she moved over to Sharon’s left to lean against the lockers, cradling her own books to her chest. Corbin had this casual smile on her face as her head leaned against the metal lockers, unbeknownst to Sharon, Corbin was actually amused at how differently they dressed. Sharon in her short, tight floral skirt and deep frontal v-cut, sleeveless cotton shirt and a pair of elegant sandals wrapped around a pair of the most perfectly manicured feet and toes Corbin had ever seen. Not to mention her hair which always looked like she just came out of a salon. In comparison, Corbin felt all frumpy in her baggy tan shorts and grey t-shirt wearing her old running shoes. Her shoulder length blonde hair just hung loose, she was always brushing it out of her face, ‘very annoying’ she thought.

Sharon’s heart almost leapt out of her chest as that familiar beautiful smile and eyes lit up across Corbin’s face, but there was a sadness behind the blonde’s smile that was very evident. Yet, Sharon could not let the painful reminder of what happened a couple of days ago fade so quickly and for that she couldn’t be so forgiving.

”Oh, hey…what’s up?” Sharon somberly replied and to Corbin’s surprise suddenly turned back to her locker and continued fumbling thru her papers, in a bit more of an agitated manner.

“You okay?” Corbin’s look turned concerned, she knew exactly why Sharon was acting this way, but found herself unable to articulate the right peace offering.

“Just fine, why?” Sharon tried to play it off and tossed her backpack over her shoulder. Corbin was speechless, and frustrated, she didn’t have a clue where to begin.

“Okay well, I better be getting to class. I just wanted to say hi Sharon, I guess I’ll be seeing you around?” A frown covered her face as she pushed off from the lockers and slowly started to walk away. Sharon let out a deep sigh and turned, her mouth parting wanting to say something, but she stopped short and turned back to her locker, “Fuck” muttering to herself. She felt awful, it was like arguing with her damn boyfriend, ‘I mean, what’s up with this’ She didn’t fully understand why it upset her so much but she was determined not to be the one chasing her down, not when she got the cold shoulder first.

‘You really fucked that up Corbin.’ she told herself, ‘You could have at least apologized’ as she slipped further into a state of depression while slowly walking down the hall to her next class. ‘Same old shit Corbin’ she continued to chastise herself, ‘Stupid, tongue-tied idiot that you are’ and a deep painful sigh came from her chest, resigned to the fact that it’s just how she was.

Later in the afternoon, as Cheer practice wound down Sharon’s heart skipped again when she spotted Corbin on the track, running laps. Without knowing why, she lingered around a bit and Corbin slowed to a walk trying to catch her breath and pace herself, but the blonde knew her heart wasn’t just racing from running it was because she felt another opportunity to make things right with Sharon and for some reason, it made her nervous…even scarred. ‘Your just trying to be friendly, why all the anxiety’ Corbin wondered, not even the explanation of the school peer pressure seemed to explain away the nauseousness in the pit of her stomach.

Corbin glanced over at Sharon a couple of times and Sharon returned her look, and a few more times the two girls exchanged awkward glances, until finally, Corbin slowly steered herself towards Sharon’s direction.

‘Make an effort’ she told herself, nervously glancing around to see if anyone was looking in their direction.

Sharon had begun to nervously fidget and squatted down to untie and tie her shoelaces, trying to look busy as her heart raced faster with every step that brought the blonde closer to her, but then as if cemented in concrete her heart sank when Corbin did an about face and seem to walk away, ‘What the fuck?’ Sharon couldn’t believe it.

‘Think I’m going to be sick’ Corbin thought rubbing her stomach and took a deep breath before turning back around to face Sharon. “You want some company?” Corbin finally asked, nervously running her hands thru her sweat soaked hair.

“Sure, if you like” Sharon tried to act nonchalant about the whole thing, she was still hurting over getting snubbed, yet it killed her to not be honest about how glad she was Corbin decided to come over. Sitting down on the grass opposite Sharon, she stretched her legs out, and started to massage a tender muscle in her right leg. Sharon watched the blonde’s fingers kneed those strong sweaty, tight thighs and then she quickly glanced away, ‘Now is not the time for your mind to go off the deep end Sharon’ and so she cleared her throat to distract herself,

“Aren’t you afraid you going to be seen talking to me?” Sharon decided to jump right into the issue that hurt her the most, but kept looking down at the laces of her shoes.

It caught Corbin a little off guard, but she took a deep breath;

“I don’t care about that...well...atleast not anymore and I’m sorry for being such a wimp that day when you said 'hello'” Corbin stopped working her muscles and frantically plucked several blades of grass around her outstretched legs while staring down at the ground.

“Your not a wimp!” Sharon looked up thinking about how she had taken a stand against Taylor and Janet.

Hearing Sharon jump to her defense like that made Corbin suddenly look up and her hand froze in the grass. Sharon met her gaze and the two girls locked eyes with one another for what felt like the first time in a long, long while.

“I know what you’re thinking Sharon, but standing up to those two idiots was easy or so it seemed. Also, you didn't look like you were ready to back down, you were just out numbered. I guess I'm really talking about how I caved into pressure...from my friends...you know?...” Corbin seemed lost in thought and gently shrugged her broad shoulders.

“What is it? Tell me” Sharon asked.

“Seems like you put up with allot more shit then I do in this school, so in one aspect you’re the brave one I guess. You even waved and said hello that day I blew you off”

Sharon seemed to smile at that memory now that things were looking better.

“But Sharon…” And then Corbin’s look turned serious, even sad, it was tearing Sharon up inside to hear this and the sudden 'grave' look on Corbin’s face made the brunette swallow hard.

Corbin didn't finish her sentence right away, but stopped abruptly and quickly looked away as if caught off guard by her own emotions. Sharon watched compassionatly as her friend seemed to struggle for the right words, again she found herself admiring the blonde's pyshique, the way Corbin's triceps flexed along her well-defined as she leaned back, bracing herself against the ground;

“…I promise, that if you give me another chance, I’ll be the best friend you ever had” Corbin’s voice cracked and her right hand came up and looked like it wiped something from under her eyes although Corbin tried to mask the tears by continuing to wide the sweat from under her chin and forehead.

Sharon’s heart felt like it was in a vice, it took every bit of strength to hold her emotions in check and to suppress the strongest urge to lean over and hug Corbin with every fiber of her being. She waited and when Corbin finally turned around placed her right hand back into the soft grass Sharon took that opportunity to lean in and discreetly let her right hand crawl over the blades of grass to find Corbin’s fingers. It was the best she could do as allot of the school windows and people on the field had a wide-open view of where they sat. Not that anyone was paying particular attention, ‘but in this place the windows have eyes’ Sharon had to let her gut instinct carefully guide her actions.

“Corbin, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I’d like that, more then anything in the world, but please don't be so hard on yourself, allot of the crap you've been hearing and dealing with is allot of my own doing over the years also.” Sharon's big blue eyes turned soft and emotional as her lips even betrayed a tremble. The girls secretively intertwined their fingers and just enjoyed the moment for as long as they could, 'There it was again' Corbin thought, she looked across the short area that seperated them and she caught herself giving Sharon a look that she would never give another girl and that alone scarred her. But the gaze Sharon gave back seemed to have an equal amount of longing, but Corbin was no mind reader and didn't dare carry these toughts a step further; 'For all I know, Sharon's being nothing more then a caring friend, your the one that's probably reading way too much into this.' Corbin told herself and snapped out of her funk.

“I know I'm being kind of hard, but...” Corbin blinked her eyes, trying to flush out the faint trace of a tear, “...I guess I’m just so damn disappointed in myself”

And that's as far as she got, the bell suddenly rang for last class and their hands slowly withdrew as the activity of voices and class doors opening drew them out of their private moment.

“Uh oh” Sharon smiled and looked over at the building, then back to Corbin, “You sure you wanna be seen walking with me back to the gym!” Sharon said with a teasing, flirtatious look.

Corbin shook her head with a faint smile “I think I can handle it.” And the two girls walked off the field together and several staring eyes in fact noticed it.

“By the way…” Sharon smiled, looking to her friend walking beside her, “…while I appreciate that comment about ‘me’ putting up with allot of shit in this school, I do know that I am the cause of allot of it”.

“Well, that’s true” Corbin smiled and continued to look at the ground.

“Why you!” Sharon chuckled and gave Corbin a playful but firm shove on her left shoulder.

Part 4

It was an awkward, unnerving couple of days that followed. Simply talking in the hall together was a test in anxiety and stress, more so for Corbin as her friends typically consisted of outcasts and former-friends of Sharon’s. Each warning her relentlessly that ‘She’ was going to be Sharon’s next ex-friend and better to severe ties with the Cheerleading captain now, before finding out painfully later.

Yet Corbin never saw any of those warnings manfest in the way Sharon treated her. But with so many people telling her to 'watch her back', she couldn't help but keep her guard up at times...'just in case' Corbin would tell herself.

But not everyone was willing to let things slide, no matter how much time went by…

Blinking the stinging perspiration from her eyes, Taylor turned her head to the left, only just enough to see Corbin from the corner of her eye. They were facing away from each other, their lockers on opposite sides of the row.

Crossing her arms in front, Corbin gripped the bottom of her sweat soaked t-shirt and in one fluid motion peeled it from her body, leaving just her sports bra and running shorts still intact. Performing a slight weight shift onto her right leg, Corbin raised her arms above her head and clasped her left wrist with her right hand before leaning as far to the left and then to her right, stretching and pulling her sore, tight latissimus muscles. Dropping her arms she slowly rolled her head back and forth trying to work out some of the tension from a physically and mentally exhausting two weeks.

‘All the crap I have had to listen to, even my own teammates have been merciless with the questions and comments. At least most of them haven’t stopped talking to me’ A slight consolation to an overall miserable past few days, and sadly she knew they would never warm up to the idea of hanging out with Sharon or vice versa. Ironically though, the first time Sharon invited her to attend a party at Rachel’s house, everyone seemed really nice, ‘Most likely because I was never one of their biggest critics’

Watching her muscles knot up and stretch, especially under a sheen of sweat was driving Taylor mad...mad with jealousy, lust, and most of all 'revenge'; frustrated, she almost ripped her own shirt while pulling it over her head and throwing it down in frustration. Letting out a long sigh, she let her body relax as her head and shoulders slumped forward, hands coming to rest on her tan, sweat drenched stocky hips. Her fingers began to nervously press into her bare hips as her short nails raked into the skin, parting trails thru the thick sweat coating her body. Taylor performed another over-the-shoulder glance, mostly to steal a look, they were both decked out in their respective sports bra and shorts as she made a few little comparisons, but their body types were just too different. Corbin had a toned, almost muscular physique with almost no body fat while Taylor’s own muscular, stocky build was wrapped in a layer of body fat, not allot, but enough to soften her look. She enjoyed eating fast food too much to give it up in the pursuit of that ‘ripped’ look. But no matter how much she tried to relax on the outside, she was ragging on the inside;

‘How could she befriend that snotty, fucking, bitch’ Taylor winced and looked away from Corbin. 'They now hang around each other all the damn time and to make matters worse most of the girls on the Cheer squad now accept Corbin as an equal' The more she thought about it...well...the more pissed off she became. Taylor had also heard thru the rumor mill that Corbin actually attended one of their little Parties, ‘Pretty soon, she will start to act just like one of them’ and that thought ate away at her, to think that Corbin could be ‘defecting’.

‘What the fuck is wrong with her!’ Taylor felt the tension rise up her back and kick her ill temper into overdrive. ‘What a fucking shame, I always liked her too’ Although she really didn’t know Corbin all that well, her admiration was all done from at a safe distance. Being openly gay, she feared that her attraction of the blonde’s beauty and strength would spill over into lust, only to be totally rejected. Taylor was almost positive that any of her advances would be rebuffed as Corbin had a reputation for being very conservative and straight. But now, that lust was being consumed with anger, watching her buddy up with ‘Princess’ on the athletic field that day.

Corbin had tried to keep to herself and mind her business, but Taylor was starting to make allot of annoying racket...slamming her locker closed and then open again, throwing her clothes down on the bence. Corbin was sure it was an attempt to pluck her nerves. Janet suddenly came around the corner and opened up her locker on Taylor’s immediate right and looked over with an upbeat expression,
“Hey, that was a good practice game today, yeah?”

But Taylor wasn’t listening, “Yeah” she mumbled half-heartedly as her anger was beginning to unbalance her. Suddenly she paused, and gave another glare over her shoulder and then looked back at her locker as her fist tightened on the handle of the door; clenched now as she tried to figure out how to channel all of this building negative energy. But then her stability suddenly capsized drowning her better judgment, so her flaring temper could rule the moment;

“You know what Janet, too bad we didn’t get to finish off Princess the other day”

Janet literally froze, her eyes grew wide knowing Corbin was standing right there, her mouth opened in shock and could barely speak. She didn’t like where this was going, not one bit,

“Uh…uh…” Janet stuttered until Taylor shot her an angry look that she had better back her up.

“Uh…yeah, I know what you mean” Janet was starting to freak out, regardless of the looks that Taylor was glaring at her. She didn’t want to get into a fight or see one for that matter, so she quickly opened her locker and proceeded to bury her head inside, acting like she was looking for something. If she could have, Janet would have crawled inside the tiny locker and closed the door. ‘Taylor have you lost your mind!’ Janet thought as her eyes closed, praying it wasn't really happening, but Janet knew how her friend could get once she got started down the wrong path.

As for Corbin, she could feel the blood flowing at a furious pace into her arteries, her ears pounded like drums from the beat of her heart. ‘Please god, make her shut up, please’ Corbin felt like she was being tested and her hands lowered to her side as she just stood paralyzed, looking straight ahead into the dark locker.

“You know, she looked really cute in her…..” came the last straw out of Taylor’s mouth. A loud metal on metal sound rocked the row of lockers, echoing through the entire gym causing Taylor and Janet to jump as they both quickly turned in Corbin’s direction. But the blonde simply stood there, facing her locker, her palm flat against the now closed door, having just slammed it shut. But that didn’t last long as she turned around, her face flustered and obviously emotional. Still decked out in her shorts and bra, Corbin slowly, purposively stepped over the bench, her long gymnast’s muscles tensing and flexing as she found her footing and turned to face her antagonist. With every move it seemed that her anguish intensified as blood continued to flood arteries, supplied by her throbbing heart beating out sensations of self-examination, not knowing if she was ready to cross ‘that’ line, a line she had never crossed before. Her body became charged as it felt as if she was stepping out of one ‘skin’ and into another, the old Corbin was still standing back at the locker, calling her back and to ignore Taylor’s taunts, ‘Don’t go!’ her non-confrontational side called out from her sub-conscious. …but it was too late.

Taylor blinked a couple of times with doubt as she stared across at the incredibly intimidating blonde standing in her black Nike running shorts and bra that barely concealed a pair of impressive beasts. Taylor’s stomach knotted up with nervous, excited tingly sensations that she could feel all the way down to her inner legs. Indeed, she had not expected Corbin to 'step up' so quickly and Taylor hesitated just long enough for Corbin to speak;

“Shut your mouth Taylor and take what you just said back” Corbin’s eyes narrowed and she spoke in a low voice so as to conceal the nervousness. The quickening of breath caused her chest to swell and rise as her heart felt like it might explode, the walls and everything around her started to fade away, leaving just her and Taylor, she didn’t even see Janet anymore.

“Why don’t you just MAKE me!” Taylor slammed her locker shut and turned to square up her shoulders and face the blonde, this was like a dream come true for Taylor, to finally lock up with the almighty Corbin and to get her hands wrapped around this blonde’s dynamite body. But a nightmare at the same time, she wasn’t whole heartedly behind this as her beef wasn’t with Corbin but Sharon, but she didn’t care anymore. Taylor’s anger and lust had taken over in the driver’s seat, she had backed down earlier in her attempt to humble Ms. Cheerleading Princess, but now she was going to settle the score thru her new found buddy. Besides, Taylor knew there was no other recourse now, ‘I can’t back down again, I could never save face if I did’.

Corbin stepped in, “Why are you pushing me?”

”Why are you hanging out with that bitch!” Taylor was almost yelling, her own emotions were getting the best of her also, she was nervous and scarred now, she really had only been in a few scuffles, but all of those girls were little, scrawny punks; Corbin was none of the above and when a few images of one or both of them bloodied and battered flashed thru her mind, she suddenly felt nasaous. 'This is not how I expected my day to end' Taylor thought.

For her part, Corbin had never been in a fight, only the junk she had seen on TV, but that didn’t keep her from crossing the line first and she suddenly reached out with her right hand, shoving Taylor’s left shoulder…hard, causing the redhead to take a step back. Taylor had tensed when she saw the shove coming and resisted, but Corbin had put allot of power behind it, a bit more then the redhead had expected so Taylor had no choice but to take a step back and quickly regain her footing.

Janet’s eyes were almost popping out of her skull as she tried to decide whether to run and get a teacher or to just run for cover, “Uhmmm….guys!...please!” Janet tried to weakly intervene, but she went unheard.

“You just have to keep pushing it too far, don’t you?” Corbin’s face became a little flushed now, it felt as if her heart was sucking all the blood right out of her legs and making them feel weak. The other visible sign of her despair was the obvious shaking in her hands, but her voice was still even and Corbin tilted her head slightly forward, adding a meancing look to her stare.

‘Nobody pushes me’ Taylor thought defensively, still aware Janet was behind her…watching…her eyes recording everything so her big mouth could replay the events. And so, Taylor reached over with her left hand and shoved back, hard, causing Corbin’s torso to twist in response.

“What are you going to do? Nothing! So fuck you!” Taylor yelled and almost had tears coming out of her eyes as her nerves were getting the best of her. In all honesty, that was wishfull thinking on Taylor's part. She had not expected Corbin to lash out first nor make a stand against her, but she was also on the verge of exploding and needed every bit of anger and hostility she could muster. Corbin took another step forward until they were only a couple of feet apart, but close enough they felt the emotional electricity move between their tense heated bodies as their senses soaked in the thick humid air of the locker room, a combination of pungent womanly aroma and bodily sweat started to tip scales in favor of a dangerous physical collision.

Janet had begun her retreat, although slowly at first because the unfolding scene was far more mesmerizing up close. Nervously she watched as Corbin’s jaw line clinched and then felt her heart almost stop for a second, as everything seemed to happen so quickly, she wasn’t sure who moved first. It started, with Corbin’s right palm landing with a wet smack against Taylor’s sweaty, tightening shoulder muscles. Corbin tried to drive straight into Taylor, while her left hand wrapped itself around the back of her opponent’s neck; fingers clawing into gritty, dirty sweat and matted curls of reddish-brown hair. The move caught Taylor totally off guard, there was no ensuing pushing-shoving-scuffle that normally precipitates a fight like this, Corbin simply charged in. 'Holy fuck' Taylor suddenly realized that Corbin was not bullshitting around and they were in a full blown fight now. Taylor had grunted upon the impact and braced herself, trying to lean into her oncoming aggressor, her pose markedly similar to Corbin’s.

“You fucking stupid bitch” Corbin hissed as her eyes narrowed and glistened with overwhelming emotion. Corbin was surprised how sturdy Taylor felt and threw all her weight forward to try and knock her down, ‘after that?’ she wondered, but really didn’t have a clue. Corbin was just praying she didn’t get her ass kicked too badly, regardless she was determined to take a stand. A mutual grunt escaped from both girls as they pulled one another into their powerful coiling arms, followed by a strong flurry of activity; arms tensing as their heated, excited bodies locked onto one another, the fight - if it could be called that, quickly went into a desperate 'grab of anything available' as the two girls tried to throw the other off balance in a twisting and turning dance. Taylor felt her right shoulder slam into the row of lockers, ‘Damn’ Taylor privately cursed, she hadn’t anticipated Corbin to be this strong and then her sneakers actually skidded back across the locker room tiles a few inches. Spontaneously, they both abandoned their clutching maneuvers to wrap their arms around one another, hands locking onto wrists as their chests were forced against one another in somewhat intimate contact as a result of an impromptu mutual bear-hug. A painful groan was forced out as they struggled to secure and tighten their arms, Taylor felt her eyes close and focused on trying to keep her balance, something she was failing at, Corbin was just too strong and seemed to have better balance on her feet. There was also something else, maybe on a subliminal level that made Taylor’s movement’s awkward, her mind and body were having trouble blocking out the erotic sensation of having another woman’s chest press into hers, no doubt enhanced by the escalating passionate and violent struggle between her and the blonde. But upon feeling Corbin’s back muscles tighten, rippling under her forearms, Taylor suddenly snapped back into the fight, realizing that her situation could turn dire if she was to make one mental or physical slip.

Corbin had felt her head move past Taylor’s as their chins came to rest on one another’s shoulder’s and both girls threw everything into what suddenly became a contest of attrition, trying to push the other girl back. Corbin’s calves and thighs straightened, flexing as bands of muscles snapped tight thru her long legs as she pushed off, causing Taylor to let out a low, aggravated moan while her own legs painfully braced against the oncoming force.

‘Fucking bullshit’ Taylor fumed to herself, ‘Feels like I’ve been on the damn defensive this whole time’.

But it was no easy undertaking on Corbin’s part, she was openly gasping for air thru her mouth now, expending way too much energy-too fast, and it seemed as if her own anxieties were sucking all the strength right out of her body. Taylor on the other hand had suddenly arched her back, trying to achieve some new angle for better balance, the side effect was forcing more contact between their chests and Corbin felt the pressure on her breasts increase and involuntarily groaned with discomfort. A second later, Taylor’s own grunting reached a fever pitch as she struggled with the effort to stay afoot and deal with the discomfort within her own chest. Whatever their individual reasons, they both wanted the fight to happen now, evident by the sheer ferocity at which they were now driving into one another as their trembling bodies were now being depleted of sweat and energy. ‘I’m going to fucking snap this bitch in two’ Corbin’s now frenzied, angry mind moved forward with one conviction and she was elated to hear the sweet sound of painful gasps wrung from Taylor’s throat and chest as her arms seemed to tighten a fraction of an inch. But Corbin was suddenly shocked to realize that many of those heated, long moans were also her own; Her silky, smooth lips pursed, eyelids tilting half shut at the escape of another long groan as her nipples and firm breasts seemed to swell with the increased crushing challenge by Taylor’s own chest. Now both girls were fully locked onto one another and a conscious change in the struggle suddenly seemed to take place as if each equally realized the pivotal challenge ahead of them. Both the blonde and redhead appeared determined to see who was the stronger and more agile as they attempted to put the other down to the ground first before moving onto the next hurdle; achieving top position once the fight went to the ground, and that seemed only seconds away. For whatever reason, neither had launched into the other with slaps, fists or hair pulls, maybe a subconscious effort on both of their parts…and perhaps fearful of what an outcome like that just might inflect…but the fight was far from over, thus anything was possible when someone was pushed far enough…

Janet’s heart raced like she had never felt before, all of the sudden, everything had gone ‘crazy’ right before her eyes. ‘Just like that, Corbin and Taylor where at each other’ she thought and while some have romanticized the excitement of two girls fighting one another, Janet was plain fearful and becoming sick to her stomach with worry of the two of them hurting themselves and each other. Perhaps it was not just the sight of the two girls twisting and slamming each other against the lockers, but the sound…that sickening sound of squeals and grunts from each girl as they struggled to take down the other. They each seem to teeter on the brink of falling, at any moment…

To her despair, Taylor suddenly felt her shoes slip across the tiles again, “Fuck” she cursed aloud as she tried to regain her footing, shutting her eyes tighter and groaning in effort as she would try and twist or turn the blonde off balance. But Corbin’s long legs, honed by years of running and gymnastics were proving to be too much; she frantically tried to throw the blonde off balance again and again, but in doing so felt her own footing give out, this time causing her to stumble back frantically clinging onto Corbin with everything she had ‘I’m not going down alone, this bitch is coming with me’

Janet however, didn’t move quickly enough and was dangerously close to getting caught under a tumbling mass of limbs. Corbin felt a sudden slack in resistance, but she didn’t stop, she kept wanting to drive Taylor back, ‘thru the fucking wall, the floor…whatever…’ she thought. Taylor’s right hand loosened itself as she involuntarily reached back to try and brace her body for the impact, but Janet’s legs and arms were already getting sandwiched between her and the oncoming hard flooring. ‘Fuck it’ Taylor thought, letting her friend absorb the impact of both her and Corbin. Corbin had already started to tuck her head in as they went down, but with the back of her head exposed it made an inviting target to Taylor’s eyes and she reattached her free hand to the most accessible target and curled her fingers around several loose strands of blonde hair.

“Fuck! Owww Bitch!…My hair!” Corbin cried aloud.

“Stop your crying cunt!” Taylor yelled back, although a little shocked at her own language.

“AHHHHHH!!!” Janet let out her own girlish cry as she tripped, falling backward trying to dodge a barrage of elbows and knees descending upon her. Closing her eyes, her poor body tensed as she waited for the final impact. It was a massive crash of bodies that spilled out over the floor, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh…” Janet’s poor body moaned, although not terribly loud, more of a low deep groan that was forced from her body, frantically she tried to dislodge her self, kicking and pushing with her arms. She scurried backward on all fours like a crab, her feet slipping as she tried desperately to put as much space between her and the strong women going at one another. In retreat, she could hear deep female moans as she watched Corbin’s strong arms and legs wrestle with Taylor, who at the moment appeared to be trapped on the bottom, but each girl clung to one another as they struggled for position and dominance.

“Shit!…wait you guys….stop!” She really didn’t know what else to say, the part of her that wanted to see it all unfold kept her butt rooted to the ground as she didn’t blink or barely breath. Janet watched as her friend struggled from underneath, her hands now throwing wild slaps and hits to Corbin’s torso, they seemed to land with little impact, as Taylor’s leverage was poor. Corbin on the other hand was lunging upward, pushing off with her incredible legs and arching her back trying to get astride Taylor’s body. Janet sat watching the spectacle unfold, at one point when the blonde’s sweaty, muscular back arched upward, it almost looked like she was humping Taylor from atop, creating a mixture of excitement and fear within Janet as the struggle continued. From her bottom position, Taylor wasn’t sure where to go next, her slaps where ineffective except for an odd red mark on Corbin’s biceps and back.

Perhaps it was a moment of desperation, maybe Taylor felt the fight wasn’t going her way…or the way she wanted it too. And so, in a moment of opportunity while trying to hook her right leg into Corbin’s left she brought her right hand up to try and ‘cop a feel’. Running her fingers up the left side of her opponent’s body and felt those tight muscles of the blonde moving under sweat soaked skin, but this touch contained something extra, at least in Taylor’s perception. ‘God what a body’ Taylor thought, that is until she found the beautiful round globe of female flesh moving under Corbin’s bra and dug her fingers in, ‘god damn’ she was momentarily mesmerized by their full, firm feel. Corbin’s eyes flew open as she felt the exploring fingers softly probe and roam over soaked bra, it wasn’t harsh or painful, but distractingly pleasant until one, two then three fingers tried to slip under her bra to make a feel for her left breast!

“What the fuck!” Corbin growled out loud, dumbfounded that Taylor was actually trying to feel her up, at least that what it felt like Taylor was trying to do. Janet didn’t think her eyes could grow any wider, but the site of what appeared to be Taylor trying to feel up Corbin, was having a warming effect as she sucked in and held her breath, waiting for the next line to be crossed. But Taylor’s private moment of pleasure or attempt at distraction was short lived, her hand was quickly slapped away by Corbin’s left and the two girls interlocked fingers in a quick test of arm strength.

“Feel up your buddy Janet, not me” Corbin hissed looking down with indignation at Taylor’s bold move.

“HEY!” Janet yelled defensively from the corner.

“Come’ on, I know Sharon can’t be that satisfying” Taylor remarked, desperately making a psychological stab in the dark, but would it work to her advantage?

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth!” Corbin hissed and with a powerful thrust, pinned Taylor’s arm over her head. Taylor’s face tensed with pain and shock at the sudden spurt of strength from the blonde that totally seemed to over power her own muscles, but she wasn’t about to let a single sound leave her lips no matter how growing the discomfort was becoming. Instead, she stayed focused on trying to keep the girl from inching up her body and planting her knees into her armpits, thus trapping her. Corbin then saw an opportunity and kept Taylor’s arm pinned to the floor while trying to pull her left knee up to try and sit astride the girl’s waist, but Taylor was a little quicker and wiggled her right leg free, coiling her leg around Corbin’s and suddenly their calf muscles and thighs slid against one another in a duel for supremacy. Both girls openly panted with fatigue as their inexperienced bodies struggled to overturn and control the other. Taylor’s jaw clenched and then a burst of air let go from her burning lugs followed by a agonizing moan as her leg muscles burned and tensed in the struggle.

Both girls now had a solid hook into one another’s strong legs, rippling muscles pressed and rolled over on another. Corbin grunted under the pressure as Taylor tried to control her leg and roll the girl off of her, suddenly the rest of their thrashing and fighting seemed to slowly dissolve away, as if the two were putting everything they had into seeing who could win their new leg dual and out muscle the other. In a series of slow motion twists and turns, they both endured as much as their bodies would allow, with the slow seconds ticking by; Low, heavy groans now replaced the once high pitched gasps as they struggled to see who would emerge the stronger and most likely win the balance of the fight. Taylor was determined not to loose this one, already haven taken the fall, this time she was determined to break the girl’s leg, if she could, although unlikely. But the pain Taylor felt in her hip now was terrible and she found that performing slow rotations of her waist was able to at least ease some of the discomfort, if only by a little bit.

From her upper back, down thru her glute's and into her legs, every muscle in Corbin’s body burned and cracked with power. Their heads were buried off to the side just slightly, but a few more inches and Corbin’s right cheek would be touching Taylor’s. Musky female sweat, odors and hot breath circulated between their mouths and noses, driving their heated angry battle into an arena of sensual intimate combat the likes neither had expected as the very nature of this new test caused a slow rubbing and grinding to take place between their two sweat soaked bodies. Perhaps sensual wasn’t the right word in Corbin’s mind, but she definitely had not anticipated to feel anything but hostility right now, but with her shorts riding up higher on her and Taylor’s thighs left the length of their wet, tan legs straining and coiling around one another; It definitely caught Corbin off guard and made her just a little bit uneasy in the contact that she could only describe as ‘too close for comfort’. The redhead was perhaps feeling more of it then Corbin, the full effect now of their bodies pressing head to toe, as her bare thighs clenched with Corbin’s, and a quick panting of breath in her right ear that she could almost imagine as being arousing, ‘under a different set of circumstances’ she envisioned something more sexual. Taylor wanted to believe their rubbing and grinding against one another was nothing more then her and Corbin lost in the throws of heated love making, but the moment was fleeting and she couldn’t allow herself to be distracted too much because Corbin definitely didn’t appear to be sharing the same wishful thinking as Taylor.

Janet, fearful of missing any moment forced her eyes to go unblinking, even for a split second as she now had a front row seat to this incredible fight. Their legs just rippled with strength as every pore was alive with perspiration, both girls grunted and Corbin’s head lowered until their cheeks were now lightly touching, breath rasping into each other’s ears canals. Corbin felt an odd erotic, tingling sensation along her spine as she could feel the perspiration, that had developed between their bellies cool whenever their toned abs would part.

“OH Fuck!” Taylor gasped when she felt a slight tremor start in her inner thigh and begin to spread. It was doubtful that she could have out muscled Corbin, but she was hoping to outlast her, until she suddenly felt the back of her shoe slide a couple of inches across the floor as Corbin pulled her leg back under control.

“Who’s crying now?” Corbin sighed into Taylor’s ear, not one to talk allot of trash, but it felt oddly satisfying to throw that jab in. Changing tactics, Taylor instantly gave up the fight and let her whole body go limp, her leg instantly snapped inward with incredible force and her plan worked as she felt Corbin loose her balance and roll just a few inches into Taylor’s right shoulder. ‘If my timing is right…’ Taylor thought and began to instantly bridge her body up and to her right.

Janet was amazed at watching Taylor suddenly reverse their positions, it seemingly came out of nowhere, up until now it looked like Corbin had the fight won with Taylor loosing every single battle. But the next thing Janet saw was Corbin frantically trying to balance herself, but unable to keep the roll from going against her, while Janet suddenly felt a little bad for underestimating her friend’s strength and stamina. Corbin felt in a very uncomfortable position looking up as she felt parts of her bare back press into the cool tile floor, already damp from Taylor’s own sweat. Frantic and fighting off near panic, Corbin tried to shift her body and gain some better position, but it wasn’t going well for the blonde now, ‘Just what I was afraid of’ Corbin tried not to worry as she struggled to throw off the redhead, but not having a clue as to what to do next, she simply focused on trying not to expend too much energy.

“What was that you were saying? About me crying?” Taylor mocked, but if felt like more of a gasp as she spoke in between gulps of air that burned her raw throat while her body had begun the telltale sign of shaking due to exhaustion. Taylor quickly spread her legs, trying to gain some balance and leaned forward, again she felt that same uneasy pressure of their breasts pressing against one another, it made it all the more odd she would still react sexually to such contact during their fight and wondered if the blonde was sharing some of the same erotic distraction. Corbin had indeed reacted, by biting her bottom lip in embarrassment, for the first time since their struggle began she realized that her nipples were hard. But the blonde instantly rejected that fact as nothing more then a natural response of the friction of their sports bras pressing and sliding over each other’s chests and thus struggled to quickly regain her composure.

“Taylor” Corbin suddenly said, but in a tone that caught the red head off guard and she turned her head to look at the girl below her,

“Huh?” Taylor grunted.

“You fucking talk too much!” Her eyes narrowed and her jaw flexed when she suddenly arched her stomach up with all her might, while wrapping her arms about Taylor’s back to pull her in tight. Taylor’s head went low and her eyes fluttered, “Ohhhh…..shit” the girl on top moaned and she had to shift her weight against the sudden pressure against her back as the air seemed forced from her already desperate lungs. Taylor could only groan as it felt like her chest had also taken part of the attack, which had forced them to almost flatten. In a powerful display of muscular control, Corbin twisted her body to her right with Taylor still in her embrace and suddenly their positions were reversing again. Thrashing for freedom, the redhead struggled against the sudden quickness of Corbin’s reaction, amazed yet again at the blonde’s strength and disheartened at the same time, ‘Shit, she has to be as winded as me I would think?’ Taylor thought, or actually hoped, worried that she was running out of steam way before Corbin was. Right as the roll felt completed, the crushing hug suddenly slip away from around Taylor’s body as her back pressed against the flooring, which now had a wet, slimy feeling from the sweat of their struggling, trembling limbs. Taylor quickly figured that Corbin had to let her go so as to gain some balance on the floor. The spirit to keep up the fight suddenly seemed to renew itself in the tiring redhead’s face transformed from contorted pain to anger.

“You kept having to push it didn’t’ you, you bitch!” Corbin seethed, letting her own anger get the better of her, a comment that sent Taylor further over the edge, sounding like something one of those Cheerleading bitches might say.

“Yeah I did, so take ‘this’ you fucking bitch!” Taylor quickly freed her left arm; angry, tired of fucking around and getting pushed around, she awkwardly swung her left hand around for a smack, but Corbin saw it coming and turned her head away, the open palm catching the blonde on the back of her head with a loud ‘Pop’, it may have been on the back of the head but it still hurt like hell.

“Fuck!” Corbin yelled.

“Bitch!” Taylor screamed back, “You brought this on yourself! Hanging out with those fucking snot-nosed cunts!” Taylor shouted up at her.

Corbin whipped her head around, “So you want to start hitting?” her look turned angry, but it didn’t faze Taylor one bit as she started throwing more slaps and punches at Corbin’s face…arms…torso, and even the head, an area both had seemingly avoided for fear of the fight escalating beyond either’s control, but now that was no longer a concern for either.

“Anyway you want it!” Taylor shot angrily back right back as she flailed her hands upward.

“Fine!” Corbin developed a real sinister look on her face as she struggled to fend off the blows and reached up, her fingers digging into the redhead’s biceps, pinning the struggling girl’s arms down and out to her side against the tile floor; ’Unbelievable’ Taylor thought as she felt her upper body pinned to the floor by this girls unbelievably strong upper body. Taylor whimpered a little in pain as Corbin’s short fingernails pinched into her flesh, almost breaking her skin, but not quite. Still focused on getting free, Taylor twisted her shoulders and arms trying to dislodge the pin, totally unaware of what Corbin had in mind till it was too late, never seeing the blonde’s left leg kick out as the girl on top of scooted up several inches for better position.

Corbin didn’t know why she did it, she had never hit anyone before, but it seemed at this particular moment she wasn’t even the same person, all she wanted to do was inflict the most pain. Twisting her hips to the right, Corbin thrust her knee into the upper part of Taylor’s ribs;

“Ohhhh fuck!” The gushing cry burst forth from the girl’s throat as Taylor’s faced scrunched up in horrible pain as the point of impact quickly radiated throughout the rest of her body. Corbin rode out the girl’s involuntary thrashing as a reaction to the blow, Corbin had in fact braced her self and took several deep breath as she was now indeed feeling the tell tale signs of exhaustion, so drenched in sweat that her hands and knees slipped all over the smooth flooring.

Janet could tell, the fight couldn’t last much longer, both girls were panting for a lung full of air that couldn’t be replenished fast enough. Although they had only been going at it for a few minutes, it appeared, to Janet at least, that Taylor was the more weary and the blow to her side seemed to have taken allot of the fight out of her friend. Although Taylor was her friend, she wasn’t about to interfere and yet feared for Taylor’s health as she watched the redhead clutch her side protectively and it even looked like as if tears were coming down her cheeks now. She had never seen Taylor cry like this, as if the gravity of the situation and the fight had started to take their toll, not to mention the pain must have been horrible. Janet could literally feel herself shaking in concern that things would get ultra-violent now that they had started hitting at one another.

But Corbin wasn’t taking any chances and reached down wrapping her fingers around Taylor’s exposed throat, her fingers dug and curled into the slippery, sweaty skin effectively pinning the girl’s head to the ground.

“Are…are we done?” Corbin spoke in-between gasps; droplets of sweat hung and broke free from her chin to splash down on Taylor’s heaving chest. ‘God I hope so’ Corbin thought, although she wasn’t sure what had been accomplished, other then the two of them having just wrestled like a couple of out of control girls on the gym floor. And Taylor just might have given up, her whole body was shaking and her legs lay flat on the ground, she was just too tired to keep it up. But then she remembered Janet off to her right, who had been watching from the side and then the thought of getting her ass kicked in front of her friend, not to mention the humiliation of facing school gossip pushed her to try on last act of desperation. Corbin sighed when she saw Taylor’s face tense and knew the girl wasn’t ready to stop just yet.

“Done? Does this answer your question?” Taylor’s right hand came up with not so much amazing speed as much as it simply caught the blonde totally off guard. Corbin’s left arm was unable to come up in time to try and deflect the slap, which connected fully on Corbin’s left cheek. Corbin had never been slapped before and she involuntarily groaned in shock, it was like someone flashed a light bulb directly in her eyes followed by a few seconds of disorientation. Taylor watched from below as Corbin’s head snap to the right and her strong body seemed to sway from the unexpected blow. Taylor seized the moment and began to thrash about in an effort to buck and throw off the dazed girl, but Corbin frantically sought to blink away the tears and regain control of her senses that were still reeling from the stinging impact. She wasn’t sure how she did it, but Corbin kept from getting rocked off of Taylor’s bucking body as her left arm blindly curled up to try and deflect a second slap, which bounced off her forearm harmlessly. Had Taylor not been so exhausted, she just might have bucked the momentarily disoriented blonde, but she hadn’t the strength to maintain the bridge long enough and her back collapsed back down to the floor, an exhale that hinted as much relief as frustration came from her chest upon giving up the struggle to dislodge Corbin.

In any case, Taylor’s left eye caught sight of a far more important development; Corbin’s upper body had twisted as she watched the blonde’s strong right arm pull back and chamber, ready to explode. Expecting the worst and unable to roll away, Taylor simply slammed her eyes shut in horrible anticipation. Spastically, she started to thrash to the left and right, not wanting to give an easy target. Corbin then proceeded to throw the first punch of her entire life, it was poorly aimed but it landed with terrible impact. The sweat, combined with Taylor’s thrashing caused it to glance off the girl’s left cheek and plow into the left side of her defenseless nose, sending a spray of sweat into the air.

“Oh my god!” Janet gasped, already halfway turned away as a smear of red blood began to emerge from Taylor’s nose. Amazing what the sight of blood can do and not just the sight of it, but Taylor could feel the warm flow oozing and both girls suddenly paused, frozen almost in mid-movement. There was nothing exciting or erotic about any of this as Corbin leaned back scooting off the girl’s legs in her own horror at the turn of events. Taylor moved to quickly cup her face while Corbin slumped back, resting on Taylor’s knees until she gathered her wits about her to slowly back further away giving the wounded girl room to sit up.

Taylor panicked, just a little, evident in the way her body began to shake, but quickly pinched her nose, ‘Doesn’t feel broken?’ was her first thought as tears involuntarily trailed down her face. She sat up and scooted back until she came to rest against the wall trying to recover and get her bearings. Janet was quickly looking around for a dry towel, finally finding one hanging on a rack she leaned over and handed it to Taylor, and watched the white fabric quickly spot red, about a minute later it finally started to ease up while they all sat in silence.

It hadn’t even registered with Corbin that she had thrown the punch, or that Taylor’s bleeding nose was her doing. Slowly she managed to stand until the back of her legs felt the bench and she sat her shaking body down, ‘better to sit down then faint’ she thought, or worse ‘throw up’ as her stomach turned at the unexpected sight of blood, her head swooned for a few seconds but a few deep breaths seemed to help.

“Jesus Corbin!” Taylor finally spoke up, her voice trembling with emotion, while she had been punched in the face before, never anything that resulted in a near broken, bleeding nose, and it was shaking her up pretty bad. Taylor just couldn’t believe that she was sitting on the floor holding a towel to her bleeding nose…’and over what?’ she asked herself, ‘some jealous rivalry’. Taylor tried, but couldn’t look Corbin in the eye at the moment, maybe it was anger...or even embarrassment over what had just happened. Corbin reached over with her left hand and subconsciously rubbed the fingers of her right, there was a slight stinging sensation that had started shooting up thru her hand, ‘maybe it’s just bruised’ she hoped as she flexed her fingers.

“Look Taylor, I…I think things got out of hand…” Corbin sighed, but then she remembered what started their brawl and looked back over at the girl propped up against the wall. Taylor glanced up with the wild expression of shock, which actually infuriated Corbin somewhat;

“Don’t act so surprised! What the hell did you expect, smacking me upside the head like that!” Corbin started in again and stood up on wobbly legs, her voice a little more threatening then before, and if felt good to vent;

“And don’t ever say anything about Sharon again, she’s my friend”. Just saying that aloud, not only filled Corbin with emotion, but pride as it felt like she was really standing up for something she believed in. Her composure became undone for a second as a tear spilled out and over her right cheek, “You got that?” Corbin wanted to make sure her point was clear, and mustered the hardest look she could, she wasn’t sure if she was being that convincing tho as this definitely felt out of character for her.

Taylor pulled the bloodstained towel from her nose and looked at it, she heard the blonde’s threat alright, but was more concerned about other things now. Her left hand came up and touched her nose gingerly as her right threw the towel down in disgust. ‘I guess she expects an answer’ Taylor thought and barely glanced up, “Yeah okay” she muttered.

Corbin’s mind was blank, unsure of what to say or do next and contemplated just turning about and leaving, but hesitated. ‘I can’t leave things like this’, maybe deep down she wanted to try and salvage something out of the terrible turn of events, she wasn’t a bully or a fighter and the better reserved part of her personality began to take control of her senses. Out of the corner of Taylor’s eye she saw Corbin step up to where she sat, “Come on, take It” the blonde said in a somber yet encouraging tone and Taylor slowly looked up …cautiously. Above her, Corbin had extended her right hand down and then Taylor glanced over at Janet who just shrugged dumbfounded, feeling like few options remained open she raised her own right hand as the blonde helped her up. Janet followed their lead, also getting to her own two feet, yet still remained the quiet spectator while her eyes darted around the now quiet locker room, ‘Thank god no Teachers or other students…yet’.

Taylor groaned and made a painful facial expression as her side hurt like hell, thankfully nothing felt broken their either, she was also surprised that her legs felt like rubber as she tried to gain her bearings. But nothing was more unsettling then suddenly realizing that she had come out on the worst end of things against Corbin, ‘much worse’ she thought struggling to breath, her side was in agony and her face throbbed with smears of blood around her upper lip and cheek. Looking at Corbin, you could hardly tell she was in a fight, but her analysis of the fight faded when Taylor quickly realized she was still holding Corbin’s hand and looked up to engage the blonde’s eyes. Their pupils locked and some heated tension still seemed to linger, awkwardly Taylor quickly pulled her hand away leaving Corbin’s hand holding empty air, until the blonde slowly withdrew it. In an uncomfortable moment, they both seemed to realize the irony of the fact that one minute they were trying to beat the crap out of one other, then the next, it was over.

“I’m sorry” Taylor mumbled, so caught off guard by her admission of remorse that her voice cracked with emotion, and couldn’t keep the tears from trekking down her cheeks as she took a huge breath of air to try and disguise a sob that had also slipped out. Corbin, for her part, just simply nodded in acknowledgment and slowly took a step back as her eyes traveled to look over at Janet who remained standing like some statue, her eyes wide with disbelief looking back at her. On her own unsteady pair of legs, Corbin turned “It’s okay” while mumbling her reply and walked down the row of lockers grabbing her bag and shirt off the bench while her mind lingered in it's own complete and utter daze.

Janet, her mind still processing everything said the first thing that came to mind,

“Daaammmnnnn” She just shook her head, “I’ve never seen anyt…”

”Oh shut up!” Taylor gave her a cross look, “And don’t you tell anyone!”

Janet just raised her hand “I swear, mums the word!” While she crossed her fingers behind her back.

The late afternoon sun was hanging a little low as Corbin emerged from the girl’s gym room and took a deep breath of the cool afternoon air, while some humidity hung in the air it was noticeably better then the oppressive heat of the locker room she was leaving behind. The slight breeze chilled her body, helping to lift the thick layer of sweat off her skin. As she approached her car, Corbin watched people milling about outside, going about their daily business, ‘So strange’ that she should fell paranoid…out of body…as if she had done something terribly wrong and someone would come running up to her any second to scold and punish her for fighting, ‘It goes against everything I’ve been taught, so why is there some feeling of liberation in what just happened’.

Corbin drove around for about twenty minutes, which was odd because her home was only ten minutes from school. Everything seemed to move in a little slower motion, as a strange calm and peace settled in over her as she fell into an almost Zen like state and then she realized that she had the oddest desire to go see Sharon, and to confess everything that just happened, ‘After all, she’s your friend’ and that got really got to her as she felt the tide of emotions rise back up.

Part 5

What Corbin couldn’t know, was that while she tried to make the most of her leisurely drive, it took only a few phone calls later for word to spread;

“Corbin had kicked Taylor’s ass in the women’s locker room” depending on what version you heard that is. The effect rippling throughout the lingering late afternoon class population. Janet’s recollection of events had taken on a life of their own due to her own excited state of mind, giving flight to rumors and speculation about ‘why’ two girls that had no prior history, would suddenly go at one another.

Sharon was pacing her room frantically, her cordless phone clutched painfully tight against her ear as she tried to wring every last bit of information out of friend Rachel. She had already tried to call Corbin at least twenty times that afternoon, ‘Where the fuck could she be?’ she kept asking herself and ended up having to settle for ‘second hand info’ in order to get the scoop on as many details as she could. But the words coming off of Rachel’s lips seemed to infect Sharon’s finger tips with a slight tremble, eventually spreading thru her arms, her pacing was the only thing that kept her legs from feeling the unnerving effect.

“I can’t believe this…” Sharon mumbled to herself over and over.

“It’s some freaky shit Sharon, like why would Corbin do that?…and…well…you know how people think…”

“Spit it out! No I don’t know, for the first time I’m in the damn dark!”

“Okay…okay! But promise me you’ll just stay calm…”

“SPIT IT OUT!” Sharon yelled.

“Sharon, everyone knows Taylor is one of those nasty lesbo’s, so of course idiots out there are going to say things…you know…like why would Corbin stick up for you…”

Sharon froze in her tracks petrified with fear, her mouth hanging wide open. ”You better shut the fuck up! Don’t you even say or think it, you know me Rachel, how could you let this get so fucked up!?”

“ME!?” Rachel protested with a squeal over the other end of the phone.

“Yes YOU! You know Corbin and I started hanging out…as FRIENDS! And you sure as hell know how those softball dykes hate our guts! How could you NOT set all those idiots at school straight!?” Sharon voice almost having a pleading tone.

“I tried Sharon, look, I know the truth here…”

“Do you?” Sharon interrupted folding her right arm over her chest as her right foot impatiently tapped.

“Like…what the hell is that suppose to mean, huh?’ An irritated tone starting to come thru the line. “I always watch your back you know that”

“I know, I know…sorry, but I am in the middle of some massive damage control to save my reputation!” Sharon sighed.

“Have you talked to Corbin yet?” Rachel asked.

“NO! I keep trying her but she’s not home, her parents are going to think I’m a stalker or something and she’s not answering her cell phone” Sharon sat down and then two seconds later was up and pacing the room again.

“Have you talked to her?” Sharon asked.

“No, I told you I haven’t already…like ten times now! She’s your friend Sharon” Rachel groaned on the other end of the phone.

“I know, I know, sorry, I just don’t know where the hell she is…I hope she is okay” Sharon began clutching the front of her shirt frantically and tugging. Most of her pacing was done in front of her huge, second story bay window that looked out over the expansive front yard of her parent’s house. Suddenly, she froze in her footsteps when she saw Corbin’s car pull out in front, almost hanging up on her friend as her hand began to drop from her mouth. Quickly she brought the receiver back up… “Shit I gotta go!”

“Sharon!?” Rachel’s voice called out over the line right before the phone clicked. Bolting from her room and down the stairs, almost slipping and falling as she spastically jumped a couple of steps; “Shit!” Sharon cursed as she fought to keep her balance, her strong legs flexed and barely kept her from falling face first into the living room. Already breathless, she spun to her right and bolted for the front door, giving it a firm jerked open. Corbin was slowly making her way up to the top step, ‘Shit, what a site’ Sharon thought, Corbin looked a wreck, decked out in her running shorts, sports bra and she defiantly looked like she had been in a fight, ‘her hair is a mess, well it’s always a mess so I guess it’s no big deal’ Sharon’s never ending attention to looks and appearance coming thru.

But it was the two or three faint spots of dried blood on Corbin’s right hand that caused her to gasp sending a wave of nausea thru stomach. “Oh my god! Are you all right?!” Sharon reached out grabbing her hand. Corbin stared blankly as her arm was pulled straight out before her, Sharon’s intense blue eyes focusing on her knuckles and fingers. Feeling another slight tug, Corbin allowed herself to be pulled across the threshold and into the house.

“I just heard!” Sharon’s voice turned soft and concerning as she looked back into a pair of eyes that reflected emotional and physical exhaustion.

“Am I what?” Corbin suddenly snapped too attention, her reaction a little delayed.

“Are you okay?” Sharon lowered her voice.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine” Corbin said almost casually, even giving a shrug of casualness to the whole thing.

“But the blood?” Sharon leaned into Corbin’s hand for closer inspection and a few faint droplets that speckled her left forearm.

“Oh, it’s okay, it's not mine” Corbin replied, “Look Sharon, I…I was just driving around and hope you don’t mind…”

“Mind!? I’ve been trying to call you non stop for the past hour!” Quickly she reached around and closed the large oak door and returned to inspecting her friend’s hand;

“How can you say 'okay'...” Sharon shook her head in despair over Corbin's lack of emotion but set that concern aside to try and comfort her friend, “...Oh Sweetie are you?...” Sharon suddenly stopped and turned around with an idea, ”…come with me” she reassuringly gripped Corbin’s wrist and lead her thru her parent’s large house and up to her room upstairs, but Corbin wasn’t even paying much attention to any of that she just followed along.

“Wait a second, you heard already?” Corbin suddenly said, finally catching up with Sharon’s comment, “Word spreads that fast!” Corbin shook her head in disbelief.

“Oh yeah, I just got off the phone with Rachel, what in the hell happened!” Finally they were in Sharon’s room and she closed the door, guiding Corbin into the bathroom flicking the light switch that illuminated a long series of recessed lights above a mirror that must have stretched out for about ten feet in length. Now that suddenly caught Corbin’s attention and she just about paused, giving a curiously astounded look;
“Damn Sharon, this your bathroom? It’s almost as big as my entire bedroom” Shaking her head in amazement. She had only briefly been in Sharon’s house a few times, but this was the first time in the girl’s private bathroom.

“Big?” Sharon just laughed as she pulled up a chair from her cosmetic counter and placed in front of the sink, “I’m already running out of room!”

‘God, what a brat’ Corbin thought to herself, almost smiling as she rolled her eyes.

“Sit down” Sharon pointed to the chair with her left hand while cutting on the water with her right.

“Yes ma’am” Corbin mumbled sarcastically in response to her friends commanding tone before sitting down and dipping her sore hand into the quickly filling porcelain bowl.

“Hey, don’t get smart with me!” Sharon responded with a smile, “Or ‘I’ just might have to kick ‘your’ ass”, having to bite down on her lower lip in order to maintain something reminiscent of a serious expression. All the while, her right hand reached for a nearby washcloth and dipped it several times into the water while Corbin just sat with an odd grin, somewhat dazzled by the lavish attention. One of the things she really dug about Sharon was that the gril had 'spunk' maybe even a bit of an ‘attitude’ and wasn’t afraid to get in Corbin’s face and tease her, nor would she back down, no matter the odds stacked against her. Definitely something Corbin didn’t expect from such a high-society, primping Cheerleader.

Leaning forward, Corbin had folded her left arm along the edge of the sink to give her head a place to rest as she watched Sharon gently wash and clean her forearm, hand and fingers on her right, “I am definitely getting into this pampering deal” She said, feeling her muscles in her neck and back slowly begin to relax for the first time all day.

“Yeah well, don’t expect this treatment all the time, and I don’t do this for just anyone” Looking up from her diligent work.

The lighthearted banter lifted Corbin’s spirits a little, but she looked down in the sink as the memories vividly flashed back to what had happened;

“Damn Sharon…” Corbin sighed, but then she felt the gentle touch of Sharon’s left hand stroke the top of her head making it difficult to keep her emotions in check and tilted her head off to the side to pull her self together, the warm touch of her left forearm against her cheek felt comforting, “…just so you know, because I don't know what you've been told, I did hit Taylor....so...I'm probably going to get into allot of trouble…” Corbin sighed as she stared blankly at the tile floor until she felt a little more in control of herself, specifically her emotions.

Sharon froze, “You what?” but it came out so softly that she wasn’t sure Corbin hear the question, ‘Corbin actually punched the girl’ Sharon thought and then all the gossiping couldn’t compare to the reality of seeing the effect it was having on her friend sitting in front of her.

“Oh baby” Sharon slowly kneeled down and reached out to pull Corbin’s head onto her right shoulder, “It’s okay” Sharon softly said. At first, Corbin stiffened, she wasn't used to such coddling and then remembered how nice it must have felt when she was the one consoling Sharon that day in the gym and allowed herlsef to relax a little, her head slowly coming to rest on the brunnette’s shoulder. It did feel so comforting as Sharon gently hugged and stroked the back of her head, Corbin even smiled a little.

‘Okay…okay…pull it together’ Corbin told herself and she took a few deep breaths, “Thanks Sharon” Corbin said and swallowed hard as she pulled away, maybe before Sharon was ready to let go, but she relinquished the hold in any case. The brunette noticed a new distance in the hazel eyes of the blonde that wasn’t there a few seconds ago and that bothered Sharon, she didn’t want or liked being shut out and was surprised a little at how well Corbin could withdraw, not even shedding one tear in front of her. ‘I’m not going to make a big deal about it, she’s probably tired and wrung out emotionally from everything”.

Corbin was aware of what she was doing, and her left hand came up to nervously run her fingertips over her chin while her right hand remained soaking in the sink. ‘Funny that I should be so reluctant to show any emotions around Sharon’ Corbin thought and wondered if she was still being cautious about just how accurate those warnings were, concerning Sharon’s ruthlessness when it came to friendships.

“What tha...!?” Sharon gasped suddenly as she noticed her friend’s back and arms, Corbin’s eyes flicked wide open as Sharon leaned over, the brunette’s left hand began touching parts of her arm and shoulder, “What the hell?” tracing the outlines of several red marks and some slight bruises, it sent a tingle thru Corbin’s body as sharp fingernails grazed several sore spots, it hurt some, but the effect was erotic and exciting at the same time.

”Did SHE do that?” Sharon already knew the answer, but leaned in closer for examination. “That fucking bitch! You just wait, she just started something…”

“NO!” Corbin looked up, “Leave it alone please!”

Sharon pulled away looking annoyed and defiantly places her hands on her hips, “But, how can you…we…just…just not do...?”

“Come'on Sharon, please, I’ve been thru enough, we all have. It’s done, over with...okay?” Corbin forced a smile, although it was clear her eyes betrayed a rise of emotion. Sharon’s eyebrows knotted up with concern, unexpectedly she found her left hand had reached out to pluck a few blonde hairs away from Corbin’s forehead and eyes. ‘That’s odd’ noting how casually she had just assumed it was ‘Okay’ to do something so personal.

“Your right…I…I…” Sharon didn’t know why she stopped mid-sentence, maybe because she didn’t know what to say. Corbin moved her right hand back to the sink and submerged it back into the cool water as she felt Sharon’s left hand linger, the girl’s fingers running thru her semi-damp blonde hair. Sharon carefully watched for any signs of hesitation, but Corbin didn’t seem to mind, in fact she could almost discern a slight smile. But the moment slowly slipped away; just another moment in a long series of deadlocked, awkward exchanges that the two girls would find themselves in, often due to their emotional inexperiences. This time it was Sharon who suddenly gave a silly look as she pulled her hand away, “Ewwwww, you’re all sweaty and sticky” A comical smile lit up her face.

Corbin looked back down at the rippling water in the sink and turned her head so her chin came to rest on her folded arm, and for a few seconds she watched as her fingers playfully flicked the water causing ripples to float out and bounce back from the porcelain sides.
“That bothers you, me being all sweaty?” Corbin daringly tried to continue with their line of bantering.

Feeling a little flushed, but not one to back down from a verbal challenge, Sharon just flips her brown hair over her left shoulder, “Maybe, then again, maybe not”

But that was about it for Corbin and didn’t follow up with any reply, instead she slowly leaned away from the sink reaching for a towel hanging nearby; “No! Not those..” Sharon pipes up urgently “…they’re for decoration only, my mom would kill me, here use these” And she quickly reached into a recessed shelf and pulled a white towel down.

“Decoration?! Too much Sharon, you are too much” Corbin just shook her head looking down as she dried off her hand. “Decorative towels” She whispered to herself again.

“Well…” Corbin sighed getting ready to stand up, “…I guess I better get home and get all this sticky, sweaty ‘stuff’ off…” she was always self conscious of making a nuisance of herself.

Sharon didn’t know why at first, but she felt frantic and didn’t want Corbin to leave just yet, there was still so much to talk about and find out;

“No, wait. You can shower here! And…and…then you could stay for dinner!” Sharon got a really enthusiastic look on her face, she seemed really proud of herself.

“I don’t know Sharon, I might mess your bathroom up, you know...accidentally use one of your decorative towels” Corbin shook her head and smiled teasingly.

“Ha-Ha, very funny. I’m being serious and you’re making fun of me” Sharon folded her arms and pushed her bottom lip out to make a sad pouting expression.

“Also! I didn’t bring a change of clothes” Corbin shrugged her shoulders sure that was a good enough excuse to get back home. Not that she wanted to, but there was still some uneasiness in their friendship that Corbin was unable to resolve, some voice in the back of her head that kept echoing the words of her friends, warning her to be weary of Sharon as a friend. But Sharon had suddenly exited the bathroom and started sorting thru some of her drawers pulling out some shirts and shorts. “That’s okay! I got plenty of stuff you can wear, were about the same height, seriously! Take the shower and then we can hang out and stuff, it will be really cool. It’s the weekend!”

Corbin felt bad enough as it is, to totally reject Sharon’s kindness might send her into another emotional tizzy, exhaling a deep sigh Corbin finally looked up and smiled, “I’ll have to call my folks and let them know” speaking in her quiet, shy tone and turned away closing the bathroom door behind her. Sharon gleefully spun around on the ball of her right foot and flopped back on her bed, her ears catching the sound of a showerhead coming to life. Her ever socially conscious mind caused her to glance over to her caller ID display, it was blinking a series of recently called numbers, ‘Crap, they never let up’. More of her friends were calling, trying to get the scoop no doubt a few people who lived in her neighborhood now knew that Corbin’s car was parked out front. “Fuck, this is a total mess now, how the fuck am I going to explain this away.” Nervously she ran her fingers thru her long, brown hair, but she had to admit at the same time, it all had an air of danger and excitement. “Let’s those assholes gossip” She smirked and secretly reveled at being the center of scandalous attention, more so because it had shades of sexual innuendos that everyone at School loves to whisper about.

Corbin felt the instant relief as the hot water rained down on her face, neck and back as she turned to study the display of shampoos, conditioners, and body washes Sharon had collected about the shelf.

“This girl is unreal” muttering to herself, spitting out a stream of water that she had caught in her mouth from the overhead shower. Corbin, like most women, liked to occasionally indulge in nice, expensive products for herself, ‘but Sharon was taking this to a new art form’ she thought. Deciding to have a little fun, she then proceeded to flip open the caps and sample each of them. Grabbing a small sponge off the ledge, she squirted a stream of blue liquid onto the pad, her rusty French did a poor job deciphering what the label actually said, “But it smells damn good” Corbin said smiling to herself. Her left hand reached back and pulled aside her long blonde hair that was wetly plastered along her neck and back, pulling the strands over her left shoulder, in fact her hair was allot longer then she really liked. Her right hand came up and placed the soft sponge against the back of her tight neck muscles and squeezed, the bluish-white foam came to life between her fingers as the pellets of water drove into her flexing, knotted back muscles. The fingers of her left hand reached around and began to rub and probe against her shoulder and neck, attempting to loosen and massage out some of the tension while the soap suds slithered down the channel of muscles that lined her spine until they collected at the small of her back, dipping into the crack of her beautifully defined ass. Turning until her back was exposed to the full force of the showerhead, the sponge left a soapy trail over her right shoulder as she massaged the lather under her chin and the upper part of her chest. Quickly she replaced the pad to it’s original resting place and then interlocked her fingers, cupping her palms against her defined abdominal muscles to catch the trail of soap and water flowing down her shoulders and breasts. With each hand now armed with an abundance of white lather, she proceeds to cup each of her heavy, round breasts, almost filling her hands beyond capacity. Corbin was an early bloomer and was at one point worried her breasts may grow to be too cumbersome to fully enjoy sports, as it is, their size still required her sports bras to press a bit tighter then normal to keep them from moving around too much, a lesson she learned when she first took up jogging only to have some chaffing and bruising appear where her regular bra’s were unable to properly restrain her breasts. Her fingers continued their upward, semi-circular motions, working the slippery lather under and over her chest. Looking down with some satisfaction as she places the palms of her hands on the outside of her breasts and watches the inner wet cleavage swell as her beautiful globes came together, compressing against one another, forcing soap and water to ooze outward. Her aroused nipples responded eagerly as her slippery fingers continued to press from the outside until she slid her hands around the front of her firm tits. Her brown, erect nubs shocked her with their firm resistance, she can barely recall them being so firm and stiff as her left index finger temptingly pushes down on her left stiff bullet, causing her some erotic discomfort as she forcibly bends the nipple down, before letting it spring defiantly back. Shaking the moment from her head, she moves down her stomach as she props her left foot up on the edge of the tub to wash inner thighs, eventually working her soapy fingers into her blonde pubic hairs. Her middle finger, accidentally, grazing her slightly aroused clit sending a slight spasm thru her body as her abs clench, catching her slightly off guard. ‘Damn what the fuck is wrong with me!?’ Her frustrated mind swarms at her sexually aroused state, smirking to herself as she contemplates flipping the lever all the way over to cold to forcefully purge her state of arousal out of her mind and body.

“All right Corbin, just finish up and get the hell out of here” She mumbles making several turns in front of the spray of water to quickly rinse the soap from her body and hair before shutting it down. Carefully, gracefully her long, toned legs slip from behind the shower curtain feeling her way onto the soft bath mat, grabbing for one of the ‘approved’ towels to dry the water from her body.

Wrapping the towel about her midsection, Corbin whips another off the nearby shelf and proceeds to vigorously dry out her hair, but stops mid way as her eyes become transfixed on her pile of waded up clothes.

“Damn” Suddenly realizing that not having a change of clothing also meant she didn’t have something else and slowly reaches down, pulling her sweat soaked panties and bra from the pile before releasing her thump and index finger allowing them to drop back to the floor, “Just great” she frowns.

Sharon’s eyes look up from a spread of CD’s on her bed as the bathroom door cracks open, “Uhm, Sharon, I have a little problem…”

“What? Oh, that time of the month? No biggie, there are…”

“No, not that, but uhm…” Corbin looks around the room as if making sure the coast is clear.

“What?” Sharon cocks her head to one side perplexed.

“Do you have a…uhm…’clean’ pair of underwear I could borrow?” Corbin’s face turning a little pink with embarresment.

“No, all mine are dirty, in fact I don’t wash any of my panties” Sharon’s a-matter-of-fact statement and serious expression caused Corbin to stare blank and dumbfounded. “I’m joking!” Sharon gets off the bed and walks over to another dresser and withdraws a neatly folded panty and hands it to her.

Corbin hesitated, looking at the pink cotton underwear held out before her.

“Hey! I don’t have cooties and they’ve been thru the wash!” Sharon looked a little irritated and before Corbin could respond she spun around and headed back to the dresser, “Fine, don’t wear any!”

“Okay! Alright, give‘em here” Corbin sighs and snatches them from Sharon’s hand. Sharon stopped and spun around, noticing that Corbin was still standing with her head poking out of the door, “What, what’s wrong now?”

“Maybe a bra too?” Corbin asked in a somewhat meek manner to which Sharon smiles and slowly back over to her dresser, pulling out a bra, which was…yet again, pink. Corbin paused and studied the bra and checked the size, “Never mind” Corbin sighed and stuck her arm out to hand it back. Sharon had just sat back down on the edge of her bed when she let out a sigh, “What? What’s wrong?”

“I’ll go without” Corbin mumbled.

“Why?” Sharon insisted as she stood up and walked over.

“Nothing”

“No, tell me” Sharon demanded, looking a little irritated.

“A little too small” Corbin said in the least offending tone she could.

“What? I beg your pardon?” Sharon leaned back and placed her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest out.

“Mine are almost as big as yours, thank you very much!” Sharon sneered.

“Almost, is the key word Sharon, it’s no big deal, it will just cause my breasts to bunch up a little and that’s kind of uncomfortable”. Corbin watched Sharon’s jaw flex several times as her upper and lower lips pressed together, moving overtop of one another as if she was smearing lipstick between her lips, but in a very agitated manner. ‘Corbin has a point’ Sharon hated to admit it, but looking down at the cleavage that showed from the towel that was wrapped around the blonde’s midsection, she had a pair of sizable breasts to be reckoned with.

“Fine” Sharon snapped and snatched the bra from Corbin’s hand quickly, storming over to the dresser and neatly folded them in an agitated manner.

“Sharon, I…I didn’t mean…I just…” Corbin didn’t know what to say, maybe apologize, she didn’t understand why Sharon was irritated.

“No, it’s fine…it’s fine!” Sharon walked straight to her bed and sat down picking up her magazine. Honestly, things like this did bother Sharon, she was always in the habit of comparing her body to other women and the fact that Corbin’s breasts were a little bigger AND they had no sag at all to them was infuriating, ‘At least if they sagged a little bit that would be some consolation!’ Sharon fumed. Looking up a second later, she saw the look of confusion and worry on Corbin’s face and suddenly felt terribly guilty, the blonde didn’t deserve any of her bitchy attitude.

“I’m sorry, I’m just being a bitch” Sharon pouted, “Please, ignore me” she slumped her shoulders forward and pinched her eyebrows together in a look of innocence. Corbin smiled in a hesitant, cautious manner, “It’s okay, just threw me for second” and Corbin pulled away to shut the door. Sharon just smiled to herself and hoped her excuse had eased her new friend’s nerves as she went back to sorting back thru her CD collection, although she couldn’t resist the temptation to think about how kinky it seemed that another girl was going to be wearing her underwear.

Corbin pulled back her loose strands of blonde hair from her face and pulled apart the front of the towel, revealing her magnificently damp body in front of the mirror. Her two large, firm breasts jiggled slightly as her nipples still showed aggressive signs of life, extending almost a full three-quarters of an inch. Her washboard abs and arms tightened as she put her hands on her hips and looked for any residuals signs of her struggle with Taylor earlier that day. A faint bruising on her biceps and back, but nothing much more, her muscles tightened and twisted as she swiveled her hips and shoulders looking herself over until finally her left and right hands spread out the panties before her, ‘Pink, and with a small heart sewn onto the front, you must be kidding me?’ She shook her head. But then she hesitated and leaned in taking a quick wif and smiled, ‘Smell nice’ Corbin noted, not able to place the aroma, but obviously Sharon had chosen ‘light’ tropical scent that Corbin found very appealing. ‘I’ll have to find out what scent this is’ Corbin thought as she slowly slipped first her right then left leg into them and pulled them up, pulling the waistband firmly up over the curve of her girlish hips. An unexpected and subconscious rush found it’s way to the forefront of her mind, as her nipples seemed to harden even further when she thought about Sharon’s vulva sharing the same soft lining. Corbin fought against the overwhelming odds, but managed to bring her unsteady mind back down to earth once again and slowly proceeded to pull the dark blue shorts up, they were a little snug, accenting her strong features, but they made her look incredibly sexy. But nothing compared the how the white tank top looked on her, stretched against her bare chest, and the noticeable way her nipples made imprints on the front of the thin cotton material.

“Shit” Corbin whispered to herself and hunched her shoulders forward to try and make the impression of her nipples disappear, but no such luck, ‘Oh well, screw it, you’re not going out anywhere’ she sighed.

The door opened and Corbin sheepishly strolled out into the room, Sharon looked her over, her clothes were a little tight on Corbin, her thighs were a bit more muscular and her breasts were bigger so her tank top was incredibly stretched across the front. Upon absorbing every inch of the image before her, Sharon frowned and lowered her head; her worst nightmare had come true;

“What’s wrong?” Corbin stopped, clutching her damp gym clothes against her chest as she looked on with concern.

“Damn, you look better in my clothes then I do” Sharon complained.

Corbin raised her hand as if she was going to throw her wadded up clothes at her,
“Oh, Shut up!” Corbin smiled, her face turning red.

In a move that was slightly tentative and shy, she cautiously sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up a couple of CD’s that Sharon was milling thru. Sharon watched in frustration as Corbin ran her fingers thru damp tangled hair;

“You’re driving me crazy!” Sharon sprung from the bed and grabbed her hairbrush off her nightstand. With her right arm she brushed aside the pile of CD’s and crawled around on the bed behind Corbin who watched with some degree of suspicion.

“What…?” Corbin asked.

“I am going to do your hair! Now sit still!” Sharon said with a smile, she loved primping herself…hell, for that matter, primping anyone that would let her.

“There is nothing wrong with my hair!” Corbin protested almost getting up but Sharon reached up and gripped her shoulder, pulling her back, “No there isn’t, you have beautiful hair, but just trust me, and let me comb the tangles out of it for right now and then I’ll work my magic!”

“Oh no” Corbin sighed.

“Oh YES!” Sharon gleefully responded.

Without even thinking of the implications, Sharon unfolded her feet from under her butt and spread her legs wide until her open crotch pressed dangerously close to Corbin’s firm rear so that her own toned, tan legs could hang off the edge of the bed. Corbin was now leaning forward a bit and felt the warm touch of Sharon’s long smooth calves and inner thighs slide across the outside of her legs, their tan limbs pressed into one another and both girls felt the heat and electricity jump between their muscles as they even twitched against one another. Sharon couldn’t help but notice that every touch and everything she did with this girl pushed some new erotic boundary, although she felt a sense of caution ‘as I should’ Sharon considered, she was also feeling brave and daring. ‘It’s all part of just breaking-the-ice with Corbin’ Sharon smiled to herself as she brushed thru the damp blonde hair, and so she innocently disregarded the way she was playfully leading into things with the blonde, and at the moment, she felt very playful.

For whatever reason, Corbin had also let Sharon get away with her bold touches that she had never allowed anyone to do. Corbin’s mind came out of her daze when her hair tightened behind her head as Sharon began to pull back and run the brush gently thru her strands. Waves of perfumed shampoo and body lotion filled Sharon’s senses with every breath and she smiled knowingly.

“You have good taste” Sharon mused to which detected a smile come over Corbin’s face from her awkward angle. A slight lull in the conversation took place as Sharon began thinking back to the events earlier in the day and when she finally did speak, her voice was softer then she could ever remember as *the* question rolled off her tongue;

“Do you mind, telling me...you know...everything that happened?”

Corbin knew Sharon had a right to know, but she really didn’t feel like rehashing it all. Sharon had slowed her brush strokes as she closely felt and watched her new friend’s reaction; Corbin’s shoulders slumped down just a bit as her head lowered with a sigh. Corbin tried to tell her everything she could with as little detail as possible, the soothing brushing had a calming effect to some degree; but it didn’t help that much when she finally got to the last few minutes of the fight. To Sharon’s credit there were no interruptions or prying for more graphic information, maybe because it just blew her away that anyone would put themselves on the line like that for her.

“Damn, you really punched her?” Sharon made the statement, more out of self realization and not with the expectation that Corbin should answer, “So that’s where the blood came from?” Sharon then asked.

“Yeah, her nose started to bleed” Corbin shrugged. Discreetly, Sharon put the brush down and wrapped her arms from behind, her chest pressing into Corbin’s strong back. Locking her fingers together, her head resting on Corbin’s left Shoulder. For the first time, as she squeezed from behind, she felt how incredibly firm Corbin’s abs really were and was in momentarily in awe of the girl’s body.

“You know, no one has ever done anything like that for me. Thanks for standing up for me, that makes twice now“ Quickly, impulsively, she pushed aside a few strands of blonde hair and kissed Corbin’s neck, her head withdrew in shock at what she just did, ‘Oh fuck, did I just do that, oh my god, oh no’ Sharon was petrified with fear not knowing how Corbin may react. But Corbin didn’t react. Those soft lips pressing into her neck caused Corbin to freeze, her breath shallow and full of fear. A slight contraction in her pussy caused Corbin to tense up further and Sharon could feel Corbin’s back muscles tighten. Sharon became fearful she had gotten too playful as she was unable to see any facial expression, leaving her terribly worried.

The t-shirt stretched against a pair of hard nipples growing and pushing outward with greater effort as Corbin hunched forward in her embarrassed state of arousal. ‘Are you so fucking weak?’ her mind raged at the foreign arousal that seemed to surface every time she was around Sharon.

Playing it off, Sharon slowly started to comb thru her friend’s hair once again, although her strokes were a bit more frantic and nervous. Trying to relax, Corbin turned her head just a bit so Sharon could see her smile, Letting her know that everything was ‘okay’, Corbin didn’t know what else to do.

Sharon caught the slight corner of Corbin’s left eye and nervous pupils glanced off of one another for a few uncomfortable seconds, each trying to figure out if either was serious, insulted or just plan nervous. Just maybe it seemed that if one had the guts to take it a step further, something might have happened. But they were shaking, fearful and both just nervously smiled at one another. It seemed like the icebreaker that Sharon needed and she reinforced her look with another smile and her bubbly personality began to return.

Corbin suddenly felt something totally unexpected as Sharon tensed her legs, she watched in slight bewilderment as Sharon’s toned inner thighs tightened causing her knees to push Corbin’s legs closer together. With raised eyebrows she smiled upon hearing a faint giggle from behind, still she continued taking strands of Corbin’s blonde hair and pulling it back, running the brush thru it as she tightened her grip again. But this time she felt Corbin push outward at the same time she pressed in and their impromptu leg duel suddenly stalemated.

Corbin tilted her head slightly, a smile on her lips, “You testing me?”

“Just checking” Sharon said and then performed a little hum and continued to brush the back of her hair as if nothing was going on.

“Checking what?” Corbin’s grin grew wider.

“See if that’s muscle or fat down there”

“And?” Corbin impatiently asked.

“Still not sure yet” Sharon tried to act nonchalant about her little teasing challenge as she pressed in some more. But Sharon’s mouth suddenly parted in shock as she felt her legs spread apart as Corbin opened up her own legs in response. The brush dropped from her hand and she instantly leaned all the way back clenching her teeth.

“Oh, it’s going to be like that huh!” And she tried to suppress a smile and poured everything into trying to close Corbin’s legs; Corbin’s gymnast’s muscles pushing and rubbing against Sharon’s strong cheerleader legs as the two girls sucked in gulps of air.

But Sharon was at a serious disadvantage from behind and she finally felt her legs yield until she went limp, laying back on the bed letting out a big sigh.

“Oh I’m sorry, you were saying about muscle or fat?” Corbin looked over her shoulder with a mocking smile on her face.

“Hey, that’s no fair, I was at a disadvantage!” Sharon propped herself up on her elbows, her chest rising and falling from the strain.

“Well, what type of advantage should I give you, or more to the point, what advantage do you need?” Corbin reached over and teasingly pinched Sharon’s thigh causing her muscles to twitch in her leg as her body shifted uncomfortably on the bed. A mischievous smile came over Sharon’s mouth and eyes, a look that was new to Corbin and she wasn’t sure what Sharon was up to until she felt the friend’s legs slide up her waist and her inner smooth thighs ‘sink in’. And then Sharon’s legs suddenly came to life, those warm inner thighs pressed and then squeezed, ever so slowly, Corbin’s head spun around and watched Sharon hook her right ankle around her left and then her head darted back over her shoulder, watching Sharon smile with satisfaction.

Corbin eyes grew wide as she watched, her breathing rapidly increased as those tan legs began to scissor around her waist all the while Sharon was grinning from ear to ear, the girl was really enjoying this; “Cheering ain’t all show baby, these legs have a little more then high flying kicks and splits behind them” Sharon seductively challenged as she snugged her grip, Corbin watched the lines of muscles become more defined as she squeezed, yet Corbin’s abs tried to resist the constricting efforts Sharon was starting to apply.

“Sharon, is this a joke? You wouldn’t dare!……Uggghhhh!” But Corbin’s last words turned into a sputtering gasp as Sharon legs finally sunk in and squeezed with the greatest of effort, then in a final push she poured everything she had into a crushing hold.

“AGGGHH!” Corbin groaned and her body rocked back, her head falling across Sharon’s right shoulder as strands of blonde hair spread out over the bed and Sharon’s face; her writhing body lay stretched out over her brunette friend as her palms pushed at the coils of muscle that seemed to twist tighter with every straining gasp from Sharon’s lungs.

“Oh fuck Sharon! Please!” Corbin groaned as she continued to push against Sharon’s powerful thighs.

“Am I hurting you? would you like me to LET YOU GO? Ms. wimpy gymnast! Come on…give up! I want to hear you say it!” Sharon clenched her teeth with powerful determination and satisfaction, waiting for Corbin to give in. A few strands of blonde hair had fallen into her mouth and her teeth sunk into a few locks and bit down, turning her head to give her friend a little hair tug.

”Owww! That’s my hair Sharon…what the hell!!” Corbin’s eyes grew wide at this new wild streak coming out in her friend which she didn’t know existed. Finally though, she got to the point of irritation, Corbin had, had enough.

“Fine you wanna play, I don’t need some weak cheerleader to let me go!” Corbin groaned as her hands franticly pushed against her friends knees trying to pry apart the vice grip. Corbin’s head tilted back a bit more as they now lay cheek to cheek. The rasping voices and groans from both girls was by far the most erotic thing either had ever experienced, and something within each want the struggle to linger a bit longer as they lay tightly wrapped into one another. But Corbin finally twisted and brought her knee up and with more effort Sharon let out a great groan and sigh as her legs slipped apart and Corbin rolled free, sending a small pile of CD’s tumbling onto the floor. The girls spun around onto their hands and knees facing one anther, breathing heavy, their blonde and brunette locks dangling in front of their faces, Corbin’s hazel eyes narrowed in mocking pleasure at her escape. Their well-endowed chests swung free giving up ample cleavage.

Sharon watched Corbin’s right hand rub her ribs thru her tight shirt;

“You okay?” Sharon paused momentarily, concerned she might have squeezed too hard.

“I’m okay” Corbin nervously sighed.

Relieved, Sharon’s diva sneer returned as she said “I’m a little quicker and stronger then you thought” her deep blue eyes shining with pride. Corbin smiled back, this time flashing her row of perfect white teeth and crouched low on the bed, “Yeah, that’s not so bad, for some cheerleader” and Corbin’s lips turned up into a taunting snarl.

Sharon eyes grew wide with excitement as she accepted the bantering challenge,
“Well little Ms. Gymnast, your just gonna find out the hard way”

Sharon faked a lunge; Corbin crouched lower as her stomach almost was touching the bedspread, her butt high the air ready to pounce in response when a faint buzz from downstairs caused her look to change to puzzlement.
“What’s that?”

“Shit, my room’s over the garage, that’s the automatic door opening. I think my mom’s home”

“You mom?” Corbin repeated frantically as if they had both just been caught doing something naughty. A wave of disappointment and embarrassment passed over their faces as they slowly crawled off the bed and straightened themselves up as their private moment quickly evaporated.

“Well, Uhmm…” Corbin looked around adjusting her shorts that had ridden up her ass, as Sharon performed the same. Both slowly turned and stood face-to-face, almost even in height as they made direct eye contact, both spontaneously letting out simultaneous giggles as what just happened.

“Come on, I want you to meet my mom!” Sharon said proudly and took Corbin by the hand.

As the girls headed down the stairs, Sharon leaned over into Corbin’s ear “By the way, your lucky my mom showed and saved you from an ass kicking” Corbin lowered her head and looking away smiling as the two squeezed one another’s hands tightly. Sharon’s mom was already in the kitchen, laying her highly polished expensive briefcase on the large kitchen table that made up the breakfast area. Sorting thru several pieces of mail she looked up and saw her daughter walk into kitchen, a girl in tow that she had never seen before.

“Mom, I want you to meet Corbin, she’s my new best friend” Sharon smiled and draped her arm over Corbin’s shoulder, leaning into her slightly, she then paused and looked to her left, “…make that my best friend” Sharon reiterated. Corbin’s head lowered and burned a slight red of embarrassment for a second and looked back up.

“Hi Mrs. Hunter, nice to meet you” Sharon’s mother was extremely beautiful, like Sharon, well dressed in her expensive business suit. Placing her hands on her hips, Sharon’s mom looked at the two and looked a little frustrated.

“Well, your dad’s working late again, and Margaret has the night off, so it’s going to be a night of ‘Takeout’, is Corbin staying for dinner?”

“Yep!” Sharon nodded in conjunction.

“Chinese or Pizza?”

Sharon turned to Corbin and asked “Chinese?” Corbin nodded eagerly, she always liked good Chinese.

Part 6

Corbin finally got around to calling her folks and asked if it would be ok to sleep-over, something else Sharon seemed insistent upon. Corbin had never met anyone with Sharon’s infectious charm and energy, she had so many friends and was a blast to be around, and even the simplest things had some degree of excitement.

With Sharon’s radio playing softly in the background, Corbin had laid her weary body down on the left side of the bed that overlooked the an area of the floor where Sharon was sorting thru all of her Cheerleading pictures,
“And this one was a picture of where we competed in the State Finals, but we only came in second. That really sucked” Holding up a picture of her and her other team mates gathered around the large trophy as they all high fived one another.

Corbin just smiled at the picture and shifted her legs comfortably on the bed.

Sorting thru some other pictures Sharon segued into another more personal question,
“So, you dating anyone Ms. Track Queen?” Sharon kept her head down, but Corbin could discern a faint smile from her mouth. A personal question that caught her a little off guard.

“Uhhmm, Well I kind have been hanging out with Kevin, he runs on the guys track team, he’s really cool and not all into himself” Corbin just left it at that.

“Now, why do I sense a real lack of interest behind those words?” Sharon smiled inquisitively, peering up just a little. Corbin’s chest rose taking a deep breath, and contemplated exactly how forthcoming she would be about things but decided that it was worth the risk.

“Come’on, it’s not that bad, is it?” Sharon asked seriously.

“It’s no secret Sharon, I’m a bit on the…uhm, reserved side maybe. I guess I’ve always been a little repulsed…” Suddenly Corbin became quiet as if she was second guessing her choice of words.

“It’s okay, you can tell me” Sharon leaned forward with her deep blue eyes, looking attentively at Corbin, hanging on her every word. Amazingly it had a soothing effect on Corbin, she felt a little more assured by the attention Sharon was giving her and she continued…

“Well, repulsed is a strong word, maybe ‘Aversion’ is better to how I deal with allot of the social-expectations in school. I didn’t even go to the prom because it was turning into such a ridiculous hassle, even though it meant turning down Kevin’s invite, which really tore him up” Corbin frowned.

“So you’re the ‘Quiet Rebel’” Sharon teased, but there seemed to be some truth to that appraisal.

Corbin simply smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I guess you could say that. Fortunately, my parents have been pretty understanding because my grades are good and I do participate in some sports” Corbin shrugged.

“Yeah, so how do you manage the whole sports thing? Being involved in sports can be the ultimate pressure cooker!” Sharon was sincere and interested.

“Well, it’s just something I have to deal with, I love working out and it’s the one thing I can focus on and that somehow gets me thru things. While I’m performing my routine and running, it’s hard to explain, but I can somehow block everything out and get the job done, although not as well as I should be I think”

“That’s okay” Sharon smiled a little, “I like you just the way you are” Sharon smiled again.

“Thanks” Corbin smiled, a little blush filled her cheeks. “So, what about you? I see you stringing poor David along, hmmm?” Corbin smiled, her eyes halfway closed as sleep began to tug at her mind and body.

“David is, well, you know, THE guy to date, so of course I had to snag him, or more specify I had to let him chase me a bit before I showed any interest” Sharon looked back up and leaned forward, elbows on her knees, “You’ve been kind of quiet since dinner, well, more so then normal…if that’s possible” Sharon smiled playfully, although her question was serious. She knew she had touched on something as Corbin couldn’t look her in the eye.

“What is it?” Sharon pleaded softly.

“Were you serious? About what you said in the kitchen?” Corbin asked and turned her head to the right a little, her shyness kicking in as she wanted to bury her face into the pillow.

“About what?...About?...” Sharon wracked her brain quickly and then it dawned on her as she sat back a little, her jaw tightening with a response.

“Never mind, I’m just being silly, we’ve only known each other a short time” Corbin smiled slightly.

“No, its okay, I meant it. I do consider you to be…” Sharon sighed and rolled her head to the right, her long brown hair hanging off her shoulder, “…I’m trying to be sincere here, really…I know you’ve probably heard allot of bad shit about me…I know my reputation proceeds me…”

“It’s okay Sharon, I’m sorry for putting you on the spot…” Corbin pulled the pillow under her head a little tighter. But Sharon looked up and her eyes were big and soft, Corbin stopped talking to let Sharon finish.

“You haven’t said anything wrong, if anything, I’ve been the one putting you on the spot, you know? I mean…” Sharon paused, “…you just decided to help me…why?” Sharon leaned in a little bit as she looked up with pleading eyes, searching for an answer but was having trouble articulating the question.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of hard to explain” Corbin sighed, “I just wanted to, and I just hope we can stay friends” Corbin tried to smile a little, her heavy eyelids seemed to close a little more.

“Yeah, me too….me too” Sharon smiled and noticed that Corbin had begun to drift off to sleep, her eyes closed again and stayed closed as her chest was rising slowly. Quietly Sharon got up and hit the STOP button on her CD player before grabbing a blanket and gently pulling it over Corbin’s slumbering form. Slipping off her shorts and adjusted her panties where they had ridden up the firm curvature of her butt. Sharon then reached under her shirt to unhook and pull her bra free before gently crawling over to the right side of the bed and under the covers, her left hand reaching outward, shutting off the nearby light.

Sometime during the middle of the night Sharon’s eyes flicked open, somewhat groggy she leaned her head up and looked over at the Clock on the dresser, ‘2:00am’. “Damn, I don’t even remember falling asleep.” Her head flops back down on the pillow and looks across to her friend, who had shifted and turned over so they were now face to face. Corbin’s perfectly full lips parted slightly as she could faintly hear her breathing, her blonde hair strewn all over the pillow and across her eyes.

‘Drives me crazy!’ Sharon’s frustrated mind scorned at how Corbin allowed her hair to go so unkept. Worse still, Sharon was restless,
“Corbin?” Sharon whispered faintly, but nothing.

“You awake?” Her voiced raised a bit more, still it wasn’t able to break thru the silence of Corbin’s dream state. Carefully, Sharon reached over and gently pinched Corbin’s nose blocking her air passage, then quickly retreated her hand under the covers. Maybe reflex only, but Corbin’s right hand shot up and rubbed her twitching nose.

“Corbin, you awake?” Sharon’s eyes raised, expecting a reply this time.

“I am now” Corbin mumbled unhappily, to which Sharon smiled with satisfaction. “What do you want?” Corbin kept her eyes closed as she tried to snuggle back under the blankets.

“I can’t sleep” Sharon fidgeted under the blankets with her arms and legs.

“And how is that my problem?” Corbin sidestepped the issue.

“Because I can’t sleep” Sharon repeated, deciding to be a little obnoxious herself, Corbin opened her right eyelid.

“You know what Sharon?”

“What?” Sharon face lit up with anticipation that Corbin was coming out of her deep slumber.

“You’re the lucky one that your mom got home in time to save your butt” Just enough light was coming in from the full moon she could make out an evil grin on Corbin’s face.

“What!? You mean lucky for you!” Sharon smiled back and reached out with her left leg, placing her foot on Corbin’s muscular thigh, giving it a good shove.

“Nu-uh! Lucky for you!” Corbin reached out with her right foot and pushed on Sharon’s leg.

Suddenly Sharon sprang upward flinging the covers back, “You wanna go? Right here?…Right NOW baby!?”

Corbin looked up her eyes wide, “Your parents Sharon!?”

“Their bedroom is way on the other side of the house, they’ll never hear you screaming for help” Sharon said with a sly tone. Corbin just smiled and reached for the covers pulling them back up over her body. Sharon flopped back down on the bed, a satisfied look on her face, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Nestling her head into the big soft pillow with a smug smile forming on her lips.

“I’m just too tired right now” Corbin said with her own smile, but inside she was just a bit unnerved at how physical Sharon was towards her, she had never noticed this behavior around any of Sharon’s other friends over the past couple of weeks.

“Yeah, okay” Sharon mocked at Corbin’s reluctance to wrestle. Truth be told, Sharon wasn’t at all sure why she wanted to push Corbin’s buttons the way she did. Sharon studied her friend’s face for a few more minutes, watching her eyelids grow heavy. A moment before they appeared to shut she spoke up,

“You know what?”

“What?” Corbin opened her eyes a little bit, mostly out of weary concern, as she was starting to learn that Sharon had a very sneaky, mischievous nature.

“If it wasn’t for the worst day of my life those few weeks ago, I might not have met the best person in my life” Corbin’s eyes opened all the way, and Sharon wasn’t sure, but the faint light coming in from the window hinted a glistening in her eyes.

”Thanks Sharon, that’s the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.”

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‘This is so strange’ Corbin thought as she walked down the hall, people she never knew before today were saying hello, while others…friends of Taylor…gave her suspicious looks with hints of retaliation, ‘Or maybe I’m reading too much into it’, Corbin thought. For someone who had been able to fly below the radar for so many years and stay there, Corbin now found herself thrust into the gossip spotlight. She didn’t stop at her locker, ‘Too many people hanging around’ she noticed and took a back stairwell to avoid being interrogated by anyone.

As she came around the corner and saw her homeroom door not more then fifty feet away she sighed in relief, ‘Just a few more feet to go!’

“Hey, Corbin!” The guys’ voice called out and she froze, looking suspiciously over her shoulder, it was Mitch, one of the cockiest seniors in the school. He was loud, obnoxious and believed himself to be far more popular then her really was, that fallacy was kept afloat by his inflated ego, further assisted by a group of guys and girls that were always hanging around him. Corbin believed that it was his care free bravado that gave him just enough charisma to get away with being the class clown and bully at times.

“Hey what?” Corbin shot back at him with a stern look that caused him to slow his advance a little, Mitch hadn’t figured out Corbin yet and was still a little jilted when she had flat-out rejected his request for a date, which Corbin considered to be mostly his fault since he asked her in front of his friends. But that was the chance he took, but the way she blew him off with a casual ‘No way’ and kept walking had really irked him.

“So what happened, you kicked that girl Taylor’s butt? Have you seen her, she’s got a nice shiner!” he was walking towards her as the hallway became hushed, everyone apparently waiting on her response.

“Why don’t you…” Corbin was about to respond all right, in a less then friendly manner when she was interrupted by her homeroom teacher Mrs. Trice.

“Corbin, can I see you for a second?”

Corbin just blew Mitch off and turned around, heading into her homeroom, “Yes Mrs. Trice?” Corbin stood, clutching her back pack over her shoulder.

“You’re wanted up at the office” the teacher looked up briefly as she sat back down at her desk.

Corbin thought she would faint, “Wha…” her jaw dropped open, “What about? Did they say…” Corbin felt her heart pounding as she broke out into a faint sweat. The teacher set a paper down and looked up casually, “I haven’t a clue as to what they wanted”.

“Okay…sorry” Corbin sighed and quickly turned around, stepping out of the class she turned the opposite way to avoid going past Mitch and his group. Quickly she walked, ‘This is awful, I’ve never been in trouble one day in my life…Not once!...Not even one detention!...oh god…’ her heart pounded, ‘I’m going to be expelled, I know it…I just know it! I don’t need this stress…’ by the time she got to the office she was barely holding it together.

“I…I…was told to report to the office” She stood looking down at the Secretary.

The woman hesitated for a second as she finished typing on her keyboard and then answered,

“Yes Corbin, please have a seat over there”.

Corbin leaned over the front counter, lowering her voice, “Do you know what this is about?”

“I’m not at liberty to say, sorry” The secretary replied, trying to give a sympathetic look.

“Okay, thanks” Corbin said and turned around to feebly walk to a nearby bench in the waiting area. A few other students sat in the waiting area, she recognized a couple of guys and girls, but found an empty bench that offered a little seclusion, especially since one of the guys looked a little pale and ready to puke any second. In any case, Corbin didn’t look anyone in the eye, although she could feel them staring at her and she waited to see if anyone was going to talk to her. Meanwhile, her eyes had begun to drift around the room as she wondered how everyone seemed to go about their daily routines as if it was a normal day. ‘While my life is ruined’ Corbin’s mind over dramatized, ‘My parents will ground me for the rest of my days’ she added, ‘I know, I’ll throw myself on the mercy of the Principal’. Nervously, she leaned forward to pull on her shorts, but that was more to give her hands something to do, her khaki shorts were already loose and baggy right down to her knees, needing no further adjustment. Her wardrobe was actually selected based on aversion, she wasn’t at ease wearing clothes that accented her figure, although she was pestered by friends and her mom to dress more feminine, ‘almost as if they wanted me to flaunt my body’. Corbin was well aware of her amazing figure and muscular definition, ‘I don’t need to impress anyone’ she told herself.

“Corbin” The secretary called out, “Mr. Vincent will see you now”. Corbin jumped, and stood up quickly, following the Secretary, who stopped and knocked on the large door, which seemed to grow several feet in height, but that was all psychological as Corbin was just nervous, feeling like a scared little kid.

“Come in” The man’s voice called out from the other side. The secretary opened the door and Corbin walked in, her heart felt like it was palpitating towards a heart-attack when she saw Taylor already sitting in the office. The blonde swallowed hard when she saw the light bruising on Taylor’s cheek and her nose looked a little puffy, on top of that, Taylor was NOT giving her the most welcome stare either.

“Have a seat Corbin” He pointed to the chair next to Taylor and then looked up to his secretary, “That will be all, please close the door”. The secretary nodded and quietly shut the door.

“Now, do you know why I’ve called you into my office this morning Corbin?” He rocked back in his chair, folding his hands across his stomach. He had a receding hair line and in the past few years his clean shaven face had become more round as he put on extra weight, but even though he seemed to have your standard reputation of being somewhat ‘hard’ in the discipline department, Corbin had also heard he could be a fair man. In any case, this was one of those critical moments, and a million thoughts flashed thru Corbin’s brain as she tried to decide what Taylor had already said as opposed to what the Principal had heard. ‘Just tell the truth you idiot, lying will only get you deeper in trouble’.

“Uhm…Mr. Vincent, I’m not sure…” Her voice sounded weak and frail as her left hand tightly wrung the strap on her back pack.

“Look Corbin,” The Principal leaned forward to place his forearms on his desk, “There is no need to be nervous okay? But the fact of the matter is that some information came to our attention this morning that directly implicates the two of you in a fight…on school property” he jabbed his left forefinger firmly into the top of his desk, obviously trying to punctuate the seriousness of the charge.

‘That’s it! The jig is up!’ Corbin’s mind raced and her heart began to pound frantically.

“Now, you’re a model student Corbin, never once have I seen you or even heard of you breaking a single school policy, so I know I can count on you to be forthcoming” He smiled.

Corbin glanced over to Taylor while he was speaking, and got the odd look of, ‘Don’t fuck this up’, but Corbin had no clue what lead to follow or what to say.

“Well…I…I uh…” She tried to swallow but her throat was now dry, “…I’m sure Taylor has been able to fill you in on everything…” and she felt her voice began to fail her again.

“Well yes, but you see I am all too familiar with Ms. Taylor, she has had several visits to this office for disciplinary reasons, so I find it odd that your name would come up in all of this…or at least from what I heard”.

Corbin watched him like a hawk, trying to decipher some clue as to how to talk her way out of trouble, and to pickup on ‘that stare’ Taylor was giving her. ‘what I heard…what I heard’ Corbin repeated his words as if he was speaking of something other then what Taylor was telling him, almost as if he wasn’t trusting Taylor’s ‘version’ of everything.

Taking a leap of faith she called upon the classic one liner that had been used throughout the beginning of time, whenever anyone got into trouble…

“It was an accident” Corbin suddenly blurted out and looked over at Taylor, who looked like she had an ever-so-slight look of relief in her eyes. The principal leaned forward a few inches and lowered his head while raising his eyebrows with suspicion, “An Accident?” He repeated.

“Yes, it’s all my fault” Corbin said anxiously, maybe a little too anxiously and hoped that Taylor would say something and soon!

“She’s got terrible aim” Taylor tried to smile casually, but that disappeared when Mr. Vincent shot her an angry look as if she was not suppose to speak yet.

“Yeah” Corbin looked up and smiled weakly, but it felt phony. The Principal leaned back in his chair, his left hand coming up to scratch under his chin in irritation, as he looked up at the ceiling in despair. Leaning forward again he let out a big sigh, “So why am I hearing that you two got in a fight?” he said while shrugging his shoulders, as if he wasn’t at all convinced.

But the two girls sat frozen, staring dumbfounded at him and then he got an extremely determined look on his face as he raised his left forefinger to point first at Corbin then at Taylor.

“It’s too close to the end of the school year for this crap, and you two will be graduating this year. The only reason…the ONLY reason…I am going to allow this story to stick is because Corbin has an outstanding academic record with this school…” His gaze shifted to Taylor now, and stayed focused on her, “…so if I hear of anymore ‘Accidents’ between you two…” he looks over at Corbin, “…I will not let the matter go so lightly”.

“Yes sir” Corbin quickly said, almost choking.

“Okay” Taylor said in an almost uncaring manner, she had been here too many times before so his spiel seemed somewhat routine by now, having lost some of its edge. Taylor almost smiled at the way Corbin was being so formal.

“Now, see you girls later…much, much later, I hope” He sighed.

“Thank you sir” Corbin stood up and the both of them just about ran into one another as they bolted for the door. Corbin was the last one out and closed the door gently before turning and almost running into Taylor who was standing there looking at her...and waiting it seemed.

“That was pretty good, I didn’t think you could pull it off” Taylor said as they started to walk towards the front of the office.

“Taylor, look…” Corbin said pulling her bag up over her shoulder, trying to refocus on the seriousness of the situation.

“Oh Yes Sir! Oh No Sir! Oh Thank you Sir!” Taylor mocked Corbin’s comments from the principals office in an attempt to keep the conversation lighthearted. And it seemed to work, Corbin couldn’t help but smile at the taunting, “Be quiet” she blushed. Several students still in the waiting room looked at the two of them as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. They got the same reaction as they stepped into the hallway that was bustling with activity, it created more of a stir that Corbin and Taylor would actually be having a civil conversation in the hallway, when everyone knew about the fight that took place that past Friday afternoon.

“Seriously, thanks for what you did in there…and…believe me when I say 'Thanks' for helping me out” Taylor sighed, “And like he said, we’re too close to the end of the year” She shook her head.

“Nice shiner!” a couple of her softball friends called out as they walked by laughing.

“Ha..ha…you’ll get yours later” Taylor called out after them as they kept on walking. Corbin felt a slight sense of relief that some humor was emerging out of the whole thing and she even smiled a little. She looked back at Taylor and a wave of guilt crossed over her, realizing for a second, that the bruising and swollenness was her doing.

“I’m really sorry about that” Corbin said nodding her head towards Taylor’s face, it was the first time she had apologized for what happened. A few students had begun to linger and mill about, eager to eavesdrop on the conversation. The whole thing made Corbin feel silly that anyone would find this the least bit interesting.

“Nah, forget about it, I had it coming, I guess” She shrugged, but Corbin could tell that it bothered her, simply by the way Taylor’s eyes avoided her own. “Look, I’ll let you go, thanks again for hanging your neck out like that, you didn’t have to do that, really”, Taylor quickly followed up, rummaging her hand thru her curly red hair.

Corbin was about to answer, but Taylor’s expression suddenly changed and became a little more irritated, but she wasn’t looking at Corbin anymore, but past her shoulder. Quickly, Corbin looked back over her left shoulder and saw Sharon approaching, all decked out in her Cheering uniform.

“We’ll, three’s a crowd,” Taylor sighed, “So, I’ll be going”

“Don’t you talk to her!” Sharon said angrily when she got close enough. ‘Oh no’ Corbin thought, images of another brawl breaking out in the hallway…’in front of the office even’ caused the blonde’s heart to hammer violently.

“I’ll talk to whomever I want!” Taylor snapped back, her face blushing with emotion and a few students stopped to watch. Corbin stood looking at the ceiling, ‘This is sooooo embarrassing’ she thought, for one fleeting moment things looked like they could get back to being their normal, dysfunctional High School self, and now….she lowered her head decided to interject…

“Come on! We’re right outside the freaking office!” Corbin pleaded in a lowered voice. Several students had run off to quickly gather more friends to witness would could be another fight, right in the middle of the hallway while others seemed to gather a little closer.

“Run along you freckled face, black-eyed, freak!” Sharon pointed down the hall.

“Fuck…you” Taylor hissed in a low, menacing voice and slowly turned to leave. Corbin rolled her eyes uneasily at the exchange but thankful Taylor was backing down.

“Sharon, take it easy, okay?” Corbin looked over at her.

“What was that all about? What did she want? Was she bothering you?” Sharon looked over at Corbin urgently after Taylor walked away totally disregarding Corbin’s request. While Corbin didn’t appreciate Sharon’s rude interruption of her talk with Taylor, she couldn’t help be feel swayed a little by Sharon’s protective attitude…’Almost possessive’ Corbin thought and that caused a warm sensation to take root and spread inside her tummy.

“She and I got called into the Principals office this morning, he heard about the fight” Corbin said.

“Oh no! Did you get in trouble? Well, don’t you worry about a thing, my dad will take care of everything!” She said while tugging urgently on Corbin’s left sleeve.

“No…no, we told a fib, that she got hit in the nose with a softball” Corbin sighed, looking back down the hall, but Taylor was gone.

“What?...are you serious?...he bought that load of crap!” Sharon’s eyes grew wide with disbelief.

“Not really, but I kind of supported the story…so…” Corbin sighed.

“You what?” Sharon leaned in, “You could have nailed her butt to the wall, do you realize how many violations she has had!”

“No, not really, I just wanted the whole thing behind me, you know” Corbin let out an exasperated sigh.

“Okay, we’ll, at least it’s over, come on and I’ll walk you to your next class” Sharon said softly, recognizing a weary look on Corbin’s face over the whole thing.

“What the hell are you dorks looking at! Go back to picking your nose, or whatever you do!” Sharon barked at a group of students that were still staring. A few stiffened with fear, even though a few of the guys were using the scene to ogle Sharon in her cheer outfit, they quickly scattered because the brunette had a commanding way about her. Corbin looked over at them sympathetically, a few of them were the social outcasts that wore the black-gothic look as they strolled away, cutting looks back at Sharon.

‘The Odd Couple’ was the term that often came to Sharon’s mind when reflecting on her friendship with Corbin. In fact, nothing diminished over the remainder of the school year. Distractions, such as College left little time for idle gossip and petty manipulations on the part of Sharon’s friends, or perhaps so-called-friends would be the more appropriate term. But Corbin didn’t let her new found notoriety go completely to waist, she had taken a mental note of how differently she was treated when walking thru the school…’with an air of respect’ almost she thought. ‘It was odd that I would be elevated in status as the result of such a disgusting confrontation’ she thought in dismay, but it was also a confidence builder of sorts for her and even Sharon encouraged Corbin to carry her head higher and with more authority. The fact that she still maintained a quiet and distant demeanor only added to her mystique and intimidation factor, ‘not that I would ever act on it again’ she told herself, but having the reputation for someone that can fight definitely was having it’s perks.

Sharon had broken up with David, much to his dismay and Corbin never successfully paid enough attention to boys for any long term dating to take place, in fact her parents had grown increasingly concerned but once again, Corbin’s stellar grades and athletic motivations indicated she seemed too focused on other ‘more important’ things, as she like to put it.

The late afternoon sun had fired up the sky with a brilliant orange and red display as the two girls sat on the school bleachers. Everyone else had eagerly fled home…to party…celebrate or whatever the last day of school was to bring. But the two of them just sat there, not at all eager to leave, in fact it was the very solitude and peace that kept them rooted high up on the bleachers, neither speaking a word. Corbin looked out over the football field and glanced to the buildings over to her left, “This is it” Corbin sighed sadly, “I didn’t think I would miss…all of this…as much as I am already starting to”. She leaned back and propped her elbows up on the row of seats directly behind her while stretching her long, athletic legs out. The air had started to cool, but t-shirt and khaki shorts were still comfortable. Sharon sat to her immediate left, hunched forward, her arms wrapped around her legs, with her short pleaded skirts tucked under, she wasn't as chatty as normal, but that didn't bother Corbin too much.

“Yeah” Sharon finally sighed and was actually just enjoying the moment alone with her friend and spontaneously reached over with her right hand, grasping Corbin’s left. The blonde suddenly smiled and gripped Sharon’s hand back with equal force as she looked over at the brunette, who was as beautiful as ever. ‘It’s a shame’ Sharon thought to herself, ‘that such a great friend was so close by, and we never got to know one another sooner’.

“You're not going to get all mushy on me, are you Sharon?” Corbin teasingly smirked. Sharon's mouth just dropped open in shock as she pulled her hand away.

'You're so mean to me!” Sharon pouted and looked away, folding her hands in her lap.

“Sharon, hey I was only kidding, I'm sorry” Corbin leaned over and touched her friend's right forearm.

“I know...” Sharon looked over with a big smile, “...you're such a sucker” and nudged Corbin with her elbow jokingly.

“Yeah, I am” Corbin smiled and leaned back to her resting position on the bleacher.

“But that's okay,” Sharon leaned over with a smile, “Your still my best friend” the words seemed to come out in a soft and sincere tone that took Corbin a little by surprise. She knew she and Sharon had become close friends, in fact Sharon was the closest friend she had ever had.

“Thank you” Corbin sighed, “It only took you how many years to figure that out?” She chuckled to which Sharon lowered her head and blushed. But there was an out of place somberness to Corbin’s expression and tone that had nothing to do with leaving behind school and the memories that were made here.

“What is it?” Sharon leaned forward, Corbin had such an intense way about her that Sharon found herself being overly attentive to her needs at times.

“Just something silly” Corbin shrugged.

“You always say that, but it never is, so tell me” Sharon smiled leaning in closer as if to hear a secret. Hearing Sharon say that meant allot to Corbin, Sharon was one of the few people that seemed to sincerely understand Corbin’s personality and genuinely seemed to listen to what she had to say.

“Well, it’s just, I don’t think I’ve ever had a best friend before. Now isn’t that just the most pathetic thing you've ever heard” Corbin smirked in self-amusement and looked away. Sharon’s smile had slowly started to fade away, she was only now just getting an idea of the pain behind Corbin's words. Corbin looked back toward the setting sun and squinted a bit, even with the sunglasses on, “But I know why, it was my choice, you know?” She glanced up at Sharon, “I’ve been a loner most of the time…so…and I keep everyone at arms length…” but she didn’t finish and let it go, not wanting to turn the conversation down a dark depressing road.

Unexpectedly, Corbin felt Sharon scoot right up next to her and her left hand crossed over and cupped Corbin' right cheek.

“What?” Corbin looked up as she felt Sharon gently pull.

“Come here” Sharon smiled a little, but still there was something serious to her expression. Corbin pushed off and sat up, letting Sharon pull her head down onto her right shoulder, Corbin simply smiled at the embrace, it felt wonderful and safe. Sharon had thought about a million things to say, ‘To say the right thing’ was important to her, but in the end, she brought Corbin’s left hand up to her lips and kissed the back of it,

“Friends for life” Sharon simply said reassuringly.

Corbin’s heart beat faster as she felt bold in returning the favor, and the moment seemed much more intimate as she pulled her friend’s hand up to her lips to return the gentle kiss, “Friends for life” she said.

“College, I think it’s going to be interesting” Sharon sighed.

“Oh yeah, very interesting, although I’m a bit nervous I have to admit” Corbin nervously played with her hair as she continued resting her head on Sharon’s shoulder.

“Why?”

“It’s a whole new phase of our lives, you know?” Corbin sat up straight and turned towards Sharon with a more serious expression.

“Yeah but, bring it on!” Sharon said in her usual enthusiastic style and gripped Corbin’s hand tightly, raising both their hands into the air.

“Yeah” Corbin smiled.

To be continued under “The College Years”...