College Years: 20 By Corbin, corbinforte@yahoo.com How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young Woman. Pre-Story Introduction/Ranting/Venting/Observations... OWWW....OUCHY...OUCHY....OUCHY!!!! Holy Shit my thighs are killing me! Just when I thought I was beyond waking up with a crap load of sore muscles I am proven wrong yet again. I haven't been this sore since I did that summer long stint in the porn industry...HAHAHA...oh I crack myself up. By the way...I am JOKING!!! Okay okay, that wasn't exactly knee slapping funny...but what the hell. This time, it was due to riding a friend's jet-ski over the weekend...damn that thing gave me a workout, then again I was on it for hours and not being proficient on one of those things I am sure I fought to control it more then I should have. I'm also sure I looked like a freak as I covered my body in the thickest sun block (Bull Frog) I could find; you see I don't tan, I burn, just a fact of life with my light skin and all that junk. But the sun is bad for you anyway...okay no lecture on that...I'm opposed to sun worshiping/tanning although I admit it makes one look damn fine...that's why I fake tan! Yeah I know if you're not careful you look like an orange or some funky, fake color so I try not to over do it. Just a little-teeny-weeny bit :) Damn allergies...try typing when you have to grab a tissue every few minutes to sneeze...this sucks...stupid fucking mold/pollen...whatever...thank god I can get Claritin over the counter now. Anyway, it's my inner thighs that are sore, I dunno, I guess it's TECHNICALLY the gracilis, adductor longus and sartorius muscles that feel sore. Shit, I should be a doctor I've studied so many anatomy charts...I mean how hard could it be? Patient: "Dr. Corbin, it hurts when I do this!" Dr. Corbin: "Well stop doing that you fat, stupid block head!...and loose some weight...lay off the beer...get some more rest...stop looking at my breasts...stay out of the sun and fast food places...and please, that comb-over is not fooling anyone..." Okay okay, my bedside manners need some work. GRRRR...I'm going to cave in and do something I swore I wouldn't do...divulge some personal stats...this is not on track with why I started writing this stuff down, but I guess it's better to get it over with as the questions are now rolling in...actually it's relatively easy to do, I've filled these things out many times before... Name: You geniuses take a guess. Date of birth: JAN-1980 Birthplace: NC Marital Status: Not married, but not single either. Height: 5'10" (actually 5' 10.553245433344" but who's counting) Weight: 165 Lbs...ehhh.....it varies, I seem to be able to loose and gain weight at will. When I gain weight it all seems to go straight to my boobs...yippee...better then my ass or hips I guess. I tried taking some birth control to help with my time of the month but guess what, it made by boobs swell...when the wind blows my boobs swell...what the fuck. So I just suffer...actually those around me suffer...Hahahahaha...suffer my wraith!! Biceps: 14.75" (I told someone in an email they were 15, okay so I rounded up, sorry:) Calves: 16" Hair: Blonde...I'm not talking that sandy-brown-blonde bullshit, nor dark roots you fakers...I'm talking 'AHHH!! I've gone blind, I can't see..." Bright yellow blonde from root to tip! Eyes: Hazel Favorite Color: Yellow (yellow...yellow hair...get it...oh never mind!) Dumb ass question anyway. Favorite Athlete(s): What? And add to their already over-inflated-fat-headed-egos! Next Question. Favorite Martial Artist: Another swollen, fat-headed egomaniac question...next! Favorite Bodybuilder(s): Gheesh...see my above answer...next question. Favorite Flower (I put this one in): Allamanda cathartica...mmmmmm....ahhhhhhh....:) http://www.ces.ncsu.edu/depts/hort/consumer/factsheets/vines/allamanda_cathartica.html Favorite Foods: I love Special K Strawberry Cereal, I eat that stuff EVERY morning...yummy...Baked Chicken, Iced oatmeal cookies...and every once in awhile and big, greasy cheeseburger. Oh and Sushi. Hobbies: Lifting, biking, swimming, being around family/friends, going to the beach, breaking my computer (piece of junk! I will teach this hunk of shit a lesson while I victoriously laugh as I shake my fist at its broken wreck of a carcass...sorry, going on a tangent...but you have to understand, and it won't shut off...unless I unplug it or the power goes out. When the power comes back on it boots up, you see the power button and reset buttons don't work anymore. I push and push and PUSH but it won't turn off or reboot. Unless, as I said I physically unplug it. BUT DIE YOU BASTARD DIE!!! SO I CAN BUY A NEW ONE HAHAHA!!!....Aggghmmm....sorry...it's an on going inside joke in my life...my terminally ill PC that won't die and I refuse to buy a new one until it croaks. We have a stand off going on, one of us is going to bite the dust and it damn sure ain't going to be me...SO DIE YOU BASTARD!!! I have to give it credit tho...three years old, many electrical storms later...me kicking the shit out of it (literally) running the vacuum over the cords in the back (OOPS did I mean to do that??? Bwahahahaha) and it keeps on ticking, fucking thing is one solid mutha-fucka...it keeps running and running and running....) 20 (Well, let me back up a bit...I thought it best to go into a little something that happened later in the evening after that scuffle with Mora. It's really not all that important or exciting, but as I sit my typing a song from 'The Eagles' just came on and it reminded me of that particular night...and with it a few fond, conflicting memories indeed...doesn't seem that long ago either...actually it wasn't.) ~~~~~~~~ I rubbed my sore eyelids and blinked several times before adjusting the lamp on my nightstand, I wasn't sure how long I had dozed off for, but at first, I felt a little disoriented on what time or even what day it was. However in the end it was only a few hours since my altercation on the soccer field and my head was still hurting a little. Specifically my cheek was a bit sore, but considering everything that was really it...I came out of the whole thing pretty unscathed. Reaching over I pressed the button on the lamp and the room suddenly grew dark, slowly my pupils adjusted to the outside lamp post and could even hear some students outside walking about campus, some heading out to party most likely. I wasn't big on parties; the drunken chit- chat always left my empty inside, not to mention my clothes always reeked of cigarette smoke from whatever bar I would come back from. Every once in awhile I would hear a bustle of activity in the hallway and then that to would fade to peacefulness. A shrill ring caused me to almost squeal with shock as my whole body jerked around to look. The blue iridescent light glowed from the face plate of the phone as it rang again, reluctantly I stood up and walked over to my nightstand- "Hello?" "Hey" Dale's voice came over the digital line. "Hey Dale" I sighed. "Is it too late?" He asked. That question was a bit perplexing in that he was sounding so concerned, maybe because the last couple of times we talked ended up in big arguments; "No, why do you ask?" "Well, I know you like to get to bed early afraid I might have woken you" He said. "No, no, just resting, that's all". "Look..." He paused with a sigh, "...I heard what happened today are you okay? Why didn't you call me or return any of my calls?" "Sorry, just tired, I'm...I'm fine" I moaned but it sure sounded unconvincing. "Do you mind if I come over?" he suddenly blurted out. Slowly I laid down on the bed as my eyes scanned the dark ceiling, my left arm had reached up to touch the headboard as my fingers traced along a few imperfections in the wood. "You there?" He suddenly asked. "Yeah...yeah I'm here...yeah, I'd like that" I closed my eyes and confessed to myself that I wanted to have some company tonight, not Nikki...not Sharon...but I wanted my boyfriend over here with me, next to me...holding me. "Great, see you in a few." His tone immediately improving. "You sure you want to drive over?" I asked quickly, maybe subconsciously I was hoping he would back out as there was a part of me that still wanted to be isolated. "I don't mind" He tried to sound casual in his reply, putting up a bit of a front which guys are known for doing. "Okay, well come on over then...see ya" and flipped my phone closed. Running my left hand thru my hair, I pulled at a few strands while thinking about things. I felt a strong sense of attraction for Dale, and this was the first time I could admit having such feelings in a long time for a guy. Normally I got so hung up on things like attitude and personality that by the time it came down to looks I was mostly turned off. Allot of my sexual urges I had tried to channel into athletic pursuits, I had 'desires' like most anyone I figured, but worried I might be a total freak over never having the same level of lust towards the male sex as allot of my friends. My relationship with Dale seemed so comfortable and friendly that I wondered if that was all there was to it? Turning onto my stomach I pressed my head into the soft confines of the pillow, spending a few more minutes lost in thought. A smile crept over my full lips as I admitted to myself...that deep down inside, somewhere repressed away I did in fact have a strong sexual attraction for Dale 'And yes, guys in general' I thought, but it was something I fought to control; 'You have all the control' my mom would say, 'You pull the strings I' my mom would lecture to my when I was starting to develop. 'Don't put your sexuality out there for just anyone, it's private...personal...' I smiled some more because I felt good about myself. I hoped that I was living up to those standards of decency and respect. But it was getting harder now, with so many emotional doors starting to open and with it those physical desires that began to weave a complex tapestry clouding my judgment and will power at times. 'It must be some psychological thing?' I wondered, it seemed that every time I got into or even came close to some physical altercation, I got aroused...like really sexually hot. Involuntarily I found myself clenching my butt cheeks under the thin material of my shorts, and I could feel it now...it made my heart race to think that some subconscious desire was allowing Dale to come over tonight, that once again my resolve would be put to the test. The fight on the field with Mora and the other girl's left my reeling...'I'm still feeling it, so much aggression, like running on a physical and emotional high' I considered. Biting my lower lip I ground my pelvis against the mattress and knew it would probably always be an uphill battle from this point on. So many of my friends were sexually active now, I didn't have that outlet with Dale, I held onto my virginity until the time was right...'But damn it's getting hard'. Trying to shake my mind out of the self induced funk, I bolted up and grabbed my light jacket off the chair as I had heard what sounded like thunder rolling across the sky. Slowly I headed downstairs to wait for Dale, knowing that I would have to let him so might as well go on down now. I passed one of my soccer buds in the hall, "Hey Corbin!" Denise called out heading into her room in just a night shirt. "Hey Denise" I said meekly, fortunately Denise was one of the girl's that left practice early and didn't have to witness the spectacle on the field. "Going for another run?" I laughed. "No, just got to meet someone" I smiled and tilted my head down 'It's nice to be able to joke around' I thought everything seemed to be so serious lately. "Dale?" Denise paused in my doorway, saying the name seductively slow. I slowed and nodded 'yes', blushing a little. "Things going well?" Denise asked. "Yeah, going really well" I came to a stop a few feet away. "Hey Corbin" another girl walked by and patted me on the back. "What's up" I called out as the girl kept on walking. "I saw those flowers he brought up, about a week or so ago was it?" Denise gave me a knowing grin, "So tell me, are you that good in bed or was he trying to make up for something? Or is he trying to get into something?" Her eyes looked down to My shorts. I blushed and rolled my eyes, "A minor tiff, that's all" I shrugged and continued looking away. "Oh by the way, I heard about what happened and I'm glad you but that bitch in my place" Denise perked up. "Oh, uhm thanks Denise" I clenched my hands in my jacket pocket as I looked up briefly. It actually choked my up a little to know I was liked and supported by still a few people. I flinched and almost gasped when Denise was suddenly in front of my giving my a supportive hug. "You did the right thing, don't let anyone walk all over you like that" Denise patted I on the back, "Now go see Dale" She smiled and slapped my butt as I walked away. "Thanks" I chuckled, my heart was suddenly beating faster as for the first time today a renewed feeling of hope filled my up and just from a few simple words of encouragement. "Anytime" Denise said and closed her door. It wasn't easy to maintain my privacy as I thought it would be. Being on the Soccer team, lifting, not to mention my academic work staying at a high level of quality was causing my to make a name for myself. 'And dating Dale had opened up allot of social attentions' the most concerning was the number of guys that were hanging around like vultures if Dale and my broke up, not to mention how many times I was getting hit on with total disregard for the fact I was dating someone. 'Maybe I'm just keeping Dale around because he'll do what I say and having a steady boyfriend keeps most other guys at bay' I contemplated. Now that thought almost caused me to walk right into the Exit door, 'What the hell, I'm starting to think like Sharon!' I re-stuffed my hands into my pockets. I watched a pair of headlights off in the distance and suspected I knew who it was; an involuntary smile came over my face, which again surprised my. I had been so guarded about my feelings for Dale, heck, for anyone that it made my feel as if I was standing on unstable earth to let those feelings take over. "Hi there" I said, flashing my rare smile as he stepped up close. "Hello" Dale replied, his own smile radiating outward and without a care in the world he leaned in and hugged my, I eagerly returned the hug, it felt good to be held and cared for. Back in my room, I closed the door and locked it. "Mind if I turn the radio on?" He asked. "Sure, just keep it low" I requested. Dale pushed down on the button until the display hit a local station he knew to play softer, more romantic music and then he turned the dial down. Jimmy Buffet's 'Come Monday' slowly infiltrated the room as I draped my coat over the nearby desk chair. Dale looked over from where he was standing in front of the radio and watched my for a second before slowly making his way over to where I stood. I could feel the heat of his body from behind and knew he was probably within an inch of his body touching hers. Dale's left forefinger came up and pushed aside some of my hair to expose my neck, he felt a shiver radiate thru my body at his touch and he followed the line of muscles from my neck down, over top of my shirt, his finger felt the strap of my bra as it continued it's track along the muscles of my shoulder. His eyes came up and found the faint traces of a bruise on my cheek, his left index gently grazed it and notice a faint smile cross my lips. But the smile wasn't one based on humor, not at all, he knew me well enough now that I was having some ironic thought go thru my head. It was hard, but he didn't bring up the fight...or my future on the Soccer Team, if I wanted to talk about it then fine, but he decided not to barrage my with anymore questions. "Feels good" I sighed as his other hand came up and slowly, gently massaged my right shoulder. I rolled my head from left to right and allowed my eyes to close a little as his hands worked the stress from my neck and spine. "Here..." He suddenly pulled away, "...lay down on the bed, and face down...if you want" He pointed. I didn't want to resist, I was tired, not only physically but emotionally and Dale seemed sincere in his offer. Sitting down on the edge of my single bed I kicked off my shoes and rolled over onto my stomach, tucking my arms under my pillow. My mind got a flash back of Nikki, but it didn't last long, I was with Dale tonight and wanted to focus on the two of them, to see if maybe...just maybe I could put things into perspective about their relationship and where it all was going. He thought about asking my to remove my shirt, but didn't want to push it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands brushed aside my hair and began from my neck and slowly worked his way down watching my eyes slowly close. "Take the pillow out from under your head and stretch your arms down the side of your body", I did as he asked and it did feel better to be laying flat as he would massage my biceps, triceps, forearms and even each finger. Dale wasn't certain how I was reacting to all the attention, but he was getting extremely aroused at all of the touching, and the way I was allowing his fingers to work all over my shoulder, neck, back and arms. Shifting his weight down the bed, he reached down and pulled off my socks, laying them down next to my shoes. "Oh wow a foot massage? Maybe I should go wash them first!" I laughed. "They're fine he smiled, you don't have stinky feet" He chuckled. "Not today, but you ought to check them out right after soccer practice" I smiled and laid my head back down. "That's okay" He smiled and began working his thumb along the insoles of my feet and slowly, but gently pulled and wiggled each of my toes. "Oh my god" I moaned and shifted my body on top of the sheets, "That is so amazing" I was floored at how my receptors were shooting up pleasurable responses throughout my entire body. Dale watched as my fingers tightly clasp and unclasp repeatedly, telling him he was on the right track with his touches. His eyes traveled up my toned calves and thighs, my track shorts were too long for him to visibly peak up into my privates, but his imagination was filling in the blanks. It also took every bit of self control to keep the same steady pace as he moved up to my ankle, and began to massage my muscles that peaked along my calves. He watched the way my soft, smooth skin moved under his finger tips and was a little distressed that his cock was already so stiff it hurt. This was the most physical he had ever been with me and I was without a doubt the most physically fit girl he had ever been around. My muscles were amazing and surprisingly a strong turn on in their own right. I suddenly realized that I was now softly moaning out load with pleasure as his hands rubbed along the crook of my knees; "God, I could get used to this on a regular basis" I sighed. "Me too" Dale whispered. My body was feeling as totally relaxed as it ever had, and yet totally turned on at the same time, my nipples were hard as my crotch joined in with that wonderful buildup of arousal that began deep in my body spreading it's warmth from my erotic core between my legs. I hoped my blushing was undetected by Dale as I was embarrassed at the fact I was getting 'wet' from the stimulation along my legs and arms...especially with his hands gently rubbing along the back of my upper thighs now. I had a hard time coming back down when he moved into my inner thighs, his fingertips touching the hemline of my shorts which sort of caught my attention. Dale watched as the back of my chest expanded with a deep breath and my eyelids flickered. Slowly, reluctantly, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked over my shoulder. "Thanks, that was nice" I smiled and watched Dale adjust his position on the bed so we was sitting along the right side of my thighs and then he oddly seemed to lean forward and appear to fish for something in his back pocket. "Wha...." I was about to ask when he placed the folded up paper next to my shoulder. "So I went ahead and...you know..." He sighed, "...I thought you'd want to know, maybe now isn't the best time, but there it is" He just wanted to get it over with. Slowly I rolled over onto my left side as my right hand picked up the paper. I didn't smile, no sarcastic comments but opened the document and began to study it, the name of the School Clinic was printed in bold letters across the top. Dale wished I would show some reaction...something...but that wasn't My style, I just had this blank stare as I looked it over and then folded it back up. "Thank you" I sighed and reached to put the paper on my nightstand. "Whoa...let's not leave that laying about, Sharon still breezes in and out of here sometimes" He leaned over snatching it off the nightstand, stuffing it back into his faded cargo shorts. "Sorry, wasn't thinking...but it's all good, don't worry" I tried to reassure with an added smile. He raised his eyebrows mischievously and looked back down at my legs, "Anymore?" "No, that's enough" I shifted my weight but felt his hands lingering over my thighs and the touch wasn't all that distracting or bad, but I didn't want to give him the wrong impression. Dale watched as I looked away for a second as if contemplating something serious. "What, tell me I, please" He leaned forward, and reached up to take my free right hand into his. He always felt as if I was on the verge of saying something but always holding back. "Look Dale, I enjoy being with you and dating you and I know I am sometimes distant and do a crappy job of communicating..." I rolled my eyes looking for the right words. "...and I know we've been fighting allot..." "No...no...like I said, whenever you're ready, I'm not going to pressure you on this anymore" Dale leaned in and kissed my forehead. "I think this is something you and I need to think on Dale, because I am very focused on a career, school and sports and while I really enjoy dating you, and only you!" I emphasized, "I just want to be up front that sex would, I'm afraid, just complicate things. I see what it does to other people and relationships and it seems to create as many problems as it temporarily resolves." "I guess" Dale sighed not at all convinced of my reasoning. He was a healthy good looking guy, in his prime and his sex drive was massive and laying down next to my was becoming something of self torture, especially when I wasn't even letting him fondle my breasts that often, 'Fuck, I is some super conservative?' "Besides, you know, it's like who knows where people have been nowadays, it's damn scary. I'm in great health and I don't want to risk catching some disease for a night of pleasure" I stated with a shrug. Dale admitted that listening to me issue my rules and demands was eliciting a strong amount of respect. While allot of guys would have probably said 'screw this' and found some girl willing to include sex in their dating, my resolve seemed to grow with greater intensity and that he admired and yes, it made his desire for me all the more intense. "Dale?" I said, wondering if he was still listening. He looked up at my with a smile before speaking, "I was just thinking that, I want to try and make things work Corbin. I dunno' maybe I do kiss your butt too much..." "Kissing my butt is good!" I laughed and playfully pushed him on the shoulder, "Seriously, please go on" I said, "Sorry for interrupting". "Well, all of that aside, let's just see how things work out. I've got school and football as well as a host of other things to tend too, so I can understand where you coming from" Dale shrugged. A few seconds slipped by without either one saying a word, only the faint sounds from the radio could be heard playing The Eagles "Take it to the limit". Out of the corner of his eye, he watched me lay down and scoot over against the wall, my long body stretching out on the bed in a very relaxed posture. "You can lay down if you want" I invited, which he didn't wait a second longer and leaned over, nudging close to where I lay, not having much choice because the bed was a single, barely able to accommodate both of them forcing their bodies to press into one another. I lay on my left side and he on his right as their arms and legs intertwined with one another. I watched as his fingers stroked first my hair, then cheeks, then down to my arms and over my muscles, paying my compliments as he went. I then noticed that his eyes had stopped roaming, now fixated on my well endowed chest. "What are you looking at?" I smiled. "Probably the best pair of breasts I have ever seen" He sighed. "Thanks" I blushed but rolled my eyes with some unease. He was surprised that I allowed him to roam his hands between the tight space of our bodies and trace the outline of my bra, and it was obvious that I was responding favorably to his touches by the sheer size of my swollen nipples. My eyes watched the fingers of his left hand move lightly over my right breast and I began to tremble nervously, feeling so exposed that I wasn't trying to hide my arousal, evident in my stiff nipple that I suspected he was closing in on. Dale was taking in several things, the intimacy of the moment, my reaction to his touch and any hesitation on my part, but so far he had not detected any offense to his advances and he so badly wanted to feel my breasts. Taking things a bit further, he gently cupped my right breast, feeling just how weighty it was. A long, warm exhale left my mouth and it was a definite sign of positive arousal on my part. "Ooooooghhhh" I groaned softly as his thumb slowly ran over top of my nipple, pausing slightly to caress it over the top of my shirt. Her thighs shifted and pressed against his legs as their bodies softly crushed against one another, we each planted soft kisses on each other's cheeks and lips. And then he made the oddest request, at a moment when I seemed to be responding sexually more so then I ever had, he suddenly asked; "Make a muscle with your arm, please" He smiled. "What?" I froze, totally surprised in his sudden change in attention "Are you serious?" my eyes blinked away my haze to process his request. "Yeah" He said enthusiastically. I wasn't sure where this was going but went ahead and sat up, a little self consciously I pulled up the sleeve on my shirt as my face turned beat red with embarrassment. I wasn't used to showing-off like this but raised my right forearm inward while making a fist. Dale leaned in and his right hand touched my bicep, "Holy Shit" he stared at it and then I turned my head to look. Unbelievably, I had never been one to pose in front of a mirror that often, so I too was a little impressed with the significant swell of muscle on my arm. But Dale was totally smitten with it, touching and caressing it and I could feel my own body sensually responding to his gentle prods and squeezes. Dale leaned in, kissing me on the lips, a kiss that I eagerly returned as they settled back down onto the bed pulling each other in closer. Their mouths opened allowing our tongues to intertwine with one another and it was at that moment I felt his erection rub against my thigh and I squirmed a little bit, knowing I would have to pull the plug on his sex drive eventually if he didn't restrain it himself. His right arm was trapped under their bodies, but the feeling of my chest press against his was wonderful. (Okay folks, I'm going to stop right there...if I haven't already bored you to tears. I have more written about what happened that night but I've decided that it's too personal. Well, maybe not sure if it's too personal, its just that I am not sure if I want to share everything that happened...seems silly to be getting so private all of the sudden. Hell, I've already divulged allot of private junk anyway. However, just for the record, Dale and I DID NOT have sex that night...didn't even come close, I still had my panties on...uh...well...that was about all that was left on... :) But hey, I've got desires too ya know! Anyway, maybe there is an interest to read all these details ...but when I re-read what I wrote it has a soft-porn sound to it which is not what I intended to share in the beginning...but I'm getting into this writing gig so...who knows...we shall see. Maybe I'll post it...