High School Years: 5
By Corbin 
How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman.
 
Pre-Story Introduction/Ranting/Venting/Observations...
 
I look at men...and I look at women...I check out both sexes because I am 
attracted to people. So what does that make me? CONFUSED!!! 
HAHAHAHA!! :)  *Aghem*...well, I thought that was funny.

So, I see that they are making this move called 'Catwoman', actually it is 
already made and about to be released.  Now I don't know anything about 
comic books nor what the deal with this story is, or suppose to be about, 
but it looks retarded. Once again, you have an actor/actress claiming they 
do 'a lot' of their own stunts (yeah sure, falling back on thick mats doesn't 
count honey!). Take one soon to be washed up actress, sex her up in a 
bikini/cat-costume and you have allot of stupid executives hoping for a big 
summer smash on their hands. However, they just don't' get it, no one 
wants to see a sexy Catwoman...we want to see a STRONG woman that can 
really kick ass! Besides, allot of these action films require no real acting 
depth, so what's with the big name Hollywood actors? Just use the stunt 
doubles for everything.
 
Now, I am looking forward to the Bourne Supremacy (Matt Damon has 
*IT* you know what I mean :), well maybe not you guys). Great actor, 
great action star and again...he has *IT*. Brad Pitt had *IT* in Fight Club 
(yeah a girl can like Fight Club, although I know it's suppose to be a guy 
flick), but ever since then he's kind of lost *IT*.
 
 
5
 
What I couldn't know, was that while I tried to make the most of my 
leisurely drive, it took only a few phone calls later for word to spread; "I 
had kicked Taylor's ass in the women's locker room" depending on what 
version you heard that is. It's seems that Janet's recollection of events had 
taken on a life of their own, giving flight to rumors and speculation about 
'why' two girls that had no prior history, would suddenly go at one another.
 
Although I was on my way over to Sharon's, I was no mood to answer 
questions over the cell phone and ultimately shut it off...I suspected she 
knew...by the number of times she tried calling me, that's how quick things 
can spread.
 
I was actually admiring how peaceful the late evening was when Sharon's 
front door was yanked open. Sharon had this 'Oh shit' expression on her 
face, either because of what she had already heard or how I looked. I 
know, I looked a wreck, decked out in my running shorts, sports bra and I 
defiantly looked like I had been in a fight with my hair a mess, well it's 
always a mess so I guess it's no big deal. 
 
But it was the two or three spots of dried blood on my right hand that 
caused Sharon to gasp. 
"Oh my god! Are you all right?!" Sharon reached out grabbing my hand. I 
stared blankly as my arm was pulled straight out before me, Sharon's blue 
eyes focusing on my knuckles and fingers. Feeling another slight tug from 
Sharon on my arm I allowed myself to be pulled across the threshold and 
into the house.
 
"I just heard!" Sharon's voice turned soft and concerning as I looked back 
into a pair of eyes that reflected emotional and physical exhaustion, 'Wow, 
Sharon really looks concerned for me' I thought. 
 
"Am I what?" I suddenly snapped too attention, my reaction a little 
delayed.
 
"Are you okay?" Sharon lowered her voice.
 
"Oh yeah, I'm fine" I said almost casually, even giving a shrug of 
casualness to the whole thing.
 
"But the blood?" Sharon leaned into my hand for closer inspection and a 
few faint droplets that speckled my left forearm.
 
"Oh, it's okay, it's not mine" I 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 
Sharon reached around and closed the large oak door and returned to 
inspecting my friend's hand; "How can you say 'okay'..." Sharon shook her 
head in despair over my lack of emotion but set that concern aside to try 
and comfort me, "...Oh Sweetie are you okay?..." Sharon suddenly stopped 
and turned around with an idea "...come with me" I reassuringly gripped 
her wrist and she lead my thru her parent's large house and up to her room 
upstairs, but I wasn't even paying much attention to any of that, I just 
followed along. 
 
"Wait a second, you heard already?" I suddenly said, finally catching up 
with Sharon's comment, "Word spreads that fast!" I shook my head in 
disbelief.
 
"Oh yeah, I just got off the phone with Rachel, what in the hell happened!" 
Finally we were in Sharon's room and she closed the door, guiding me into 
the bathroom, which must have stretched out for about twenty feet in 
length...at least. 
 
"Damn Sharon, this your bathroom? It's almost as big as I entire bedroom" 
Shaking my head in amazement. I 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 I pulled up a chair from my cosmetic counter 
and placed in front of the sink, "I'm already running out of room!" 
 
'God, what a brat' I thought to myself, almost smiling as I rolled my eyes.
 
"Sit down" Sharon pointed to the chair with her left hand while cutting on 
the water with her right.
 
"Yes ma'am" I mumbled sarcastically in response to my friends 
commanding tone before sitting down and dipping my 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." 
She smirked a little, but as the years would roll on, I would find out just 
how authoritative Sharon can be.
 
My right hand reached for a nearby washcloth and dipped it several times 
into the water while I just sat with an odd grin, somewhat dazzled by the 
lavish attention. One of the things I really dug about Sharon was that the 
girl had 'spunk' maybe even a bit of an 'attitude' and wasn't afraid to get in 
my face and tease me, nor would she back down, no matter the odds 
stacked against her. Definitely something I didn't expect from such a high-
society, primping Cheerleader. Leaning forward, I had folded my left arm 
along the edge of the sink to give my head a place to rest as I watched 
Sharon gently wash and clean my forearm, hand and fingers on my right 
hand, "I am definitely getting into this pampering deal" I said, feeling my 
muscles in my 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." Sharon smiled looking up from her diligent work. The 
lighthearted banter lifted my spirits a little, but I looked down in the sink as 
the memories vividly drifted back to what had happened; "Damn Sharon..." 
I sighed, but then I felt the gentle touch of Sharon's left hand stroke the 
top of my head making it difficult to keep my emotions in check and tilted 
my head off to the side to pull my self together, the warm touch of my left 
forearm against my 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..." I sighed as I stared blankly at the tile floor 
until I felt a little more in control of myself, specifically my emotions.
 
Sharon froze, "You what?" but it came out so softly that I wasn't sure I 
heard the question, 'She 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 my head onto her right shoulder, 
"It's okay" Sharon softly said. At first, I stiffened, I wasn't used to such 
coddling and then remembered how nice it must have felt when I was the 
one consoling Sharon that day in the gym and allowed my self to relax a 
little, my head slowly coming to rest on the brunette's shoulder. It did feel 
comforting as Sharon gently hugged and stroked the back of my head, I 
even smiled a little.
 
'Okay...okay...pull it together' I told myself and I took a few deep breaths, 
"Thanks Sharon" I said and swallowed hard as I pulled away, maybe before 
Sharon was ready to let go, but I relinquished the hold in any case. I was 
aware of what I was doing, and my left hand came up to nervously run my 
fingertips over my chin while my right hand remained soaking in the sink. 
'Funny that I should be so reluctant to show any emotions around Sharon' 
I thought and wondered if I 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 my back and arms, 
my eyes flicked wide open as Sharon leaned over, her left hand began 
touching parts of my arm and shoulder, "What the hell?" tracing the 
outlines of several red marks and some slight bruises, it sent a tingle thru 
my 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!" I looked up, "Leave it alone please!" 
 
Sharon pulled away looking annoyed and defiantly placed 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?" I forced a smile, although it was clear my eyes betrayed 
a rise of emotion. Sharon's eyebrows knotted up with concern, 
unexpectedly I found her left hand had reached out to pluck a few blonde 
hairs away from my forehead and eyes.
 
"Your right...I...I..." Sharon stopped mid-sentence, maybe because she 
didn't know what to say. I moved my right hand back to the sink and 
submerged it back into the cool water as I felt Sharon's left hand linger, 
the girl's fingers running thru my semi-damp blonde hair. Sharon carefully 
watched for any signs of hesitation, but I didn't seem to mind, in fact I 
could almost discern a slight smile. But the moment slowly slipped away; 
just another moment in a long series of deadlocked, awkward exchanges
 
"Ewwwww, you're all sweaty and sticky" A comical smile lit up Sharon's 
face. 
 
I looked back down at the rippling water in the sink and turned my head so 
my chin came to rest on my folded arm, and for a few seconds I watched 
as my fingers playfully flicked the water causing ripples to float out and 
bounce back from the porcelain sides.  
"That bothers you, me being all sweaty?" I daringly tried to continue with 
our line of bantering. 
 
Not one to back down from a verbal challenge, Sharon just flips her brown 
hair over my left shoulder, "Maybe, then again, maybe not" 
 
But that was about it for I and didn't follow up with any reply, instead I 
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" I just shook my head 
looking down as I dried off my hand. "Decorative towels" I whispered to 
myself again. 
 
"Well..." I sighed getting ready to stand up, "...I guess I better get home 
and get all this sticky, sweaty 'stuff' off..." I was always self conscious of 
making a nuisance of myself.
  
"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" I shook my 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" I shrugged my shoulders sure 
that was a good enough excuse to get back home. Not that I wanted to, 
but there was still some uneasiness in our friendship that I was unable to 
resolve, some voice in the back of my head that kept echoing the words of 
my friends, warning my 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!" 
 
I felt bad enough as it is, to totally reject Sharon's kindness might send her 
into another emotional tizzy, exhaling a deep sigh I finally looked up and 
smiled, "I'll have to call my folks and let them know" speaking in my quiet, 
shy tone and turned away closing the bathroom door behind me. 
 
I felt the instant relief as the hot water rained down on my face, neck and 
back as I turned to study the display of shampoos, conditioners, and body 
washes Sharon had collected about the shelf. "This girl is unreal" muttering 
to myself, spitting out a stream of water that I had caught in my mouth 
from the overhead shower. I, like most women, liked to occasionally 
indulge in nice, expensive products for myself, 'but Sharon was taking this 
to a new art form' I thought. Deciding to have a little fun, I then proceeded 
to flip open the caps and sample each of them. Grabbing a small sponge off 
the ledge, I squirted a stream of blue liquid onto the pad, my rusty French 
did a poor job of deciphering what the label actually said, "But it smells 
damn good" I said smiling to myself. My left hand reached back and pulled 
aside my long blonde hair that was wetly plastered along my neck and 
back, pulling the strands over my left shoulder, in fact my hair was allot 
longer then I really liked. My right hand came up and placed the soft 
sponge against the back of my tight neck muscles and squeezed, the 
bluish-white foam came to life between my fingers as the pellets of water 
drove into my flexing, knotted back muscles. The fingers of my left hand 
reached around and began to rub and probe against my 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 my spine until 
they collected at the small of my back, dipping into the crack of my 
beautifully defined ass. Turning until my back was exposed to the full force 
of the showerhead, the sponge left a soapy trail over my right shoulder as I 
massaged the lather under my chin and the upper part of my chest. 
Quickly I replaced the pad to its original resting place and then interlocked 
my fingers, cupping my palms against my defined abdominal muscles to 
catch the trail of soap and water flowing down my shoulders and breasts. 
With each hand now armed with an abundance of white soapy lather, I 
proceeded to cup each of my heavy, round breasts, almost filling my hands 
beyond capacity. I was an early bloomer and was at one point worried my 
breasts may grow to be too cumbersome to fully enjoy sports, as it is, their 
size still required my sports bras to press a bit tighter then normal to keep 
them from moving around too much, a lesson I learned when I first took up 
jogging only to have some chaffing and bruising appear. My fingers 
continued their upward, semi-circular motions, working the slippery soap 
under and over my chest. Looking down with some satisfaction as I placed 
the palms of my hands on the outside of my breasts and watched the inner 
wet cleavage swell as my beautiful globes came together, compressing 
against one another, forcing soap and water to ooze outward. 
Well...well...well...no surprise to see my nipples responding. Shaking the 
moment from my head, I moved down my stomach and propped my left 
foot up on the edge of the tub to wash inner thighs, eventually working my 
soapy fingers into my blonde pubic hairs. My middle finger, accidentally, 
grazing my slightly aroused clit sending a slight spasm thru my body as my 
abs clench, catching me slightly off guard. 'Damn what the fuck is wrong 
with me!?' My frustrated mind swarmed at my sexually aroused state, 
smirking to myself as I contemplates flipping the lever all the way over to 
cold to forcefully purge my state of arousal out of my mind and body. 
 
"All right, just finish up and get the hell out of here." I mumbled making 
several turns in front of the spray of water to quickly rinse the soap from 
my body and hair before shutting it down. Carefully, gracefully my long, 
toned legs slip from behind the shower curtain feeling my way onto the 
soft bath mat, grabbing for one of the 'approved' towels to dry the water 
from my body. Wrapping the towel about my midsection, I pulled another 
off the nearby shelf to vigorously dry out my hair, but stopped mid way as I 
catch sight of my waded up clothes; "Damn" Suddenly realizing that not 
having a change of clothing also meant I didn't have something else and 
slowly reached down, pulling my sweat soaked panties and bra from the 
pile before releasing my thump and index finger allowing them to drop back 
to the floor, "Just great".
 
"Uhm, Sharon, I have a little problem..." I peaked thru the door.
 
"What? Oh, that time of the month? No biggie, there are..." 
 
"No, not that, but uhm..." I 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?" I don't' 
know why, but I could feel my face turning a little pink with 
embarrassment. 
 
"No, all mine are dirty, in fact I don't wash any of I panties" Sharon's a-
matter-of-fact statement and serious expression caused me to stare 
dumbfounded. 
 
"I'm joking!" Sharon laughed and jumped off the bed, walking over to her 
dresser. I hesitated, looking at the pink cotton underwear held out before 
me.
 
"Hey! I don't have cooties and they've been thru the wash!" Sharon looked 
a little irritated and before I could respond she spun around and headed 
back to the dresser, "Fine, don't wear any!" 
 
"Okay! Alright, give them here" I sigh and snatched them from Sharon's 
hand. Sharon stopped and spun around, noticing that I was still standing 
with my head poking out of the door, "What, what's wrong now?"
 
"Maybe a bra too?" I asked in a somewhat meek manner to which Sharon 
smiles and slowly heads back over to her dresser, pulling out a bra, which 
was...yet again, pink. (You must be kidding, talk about girly girl, feminine) I 
paused and studied the bra and checked the size, "Never mind" I sighed 
and stuck my arm out to hand it back. 
 
Sharon had just sat back down on the edge of my bed when I let out a 
sigh, "What? What's wrong now?"
 
"I'll go without" I 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" I said in the least offending tone I 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". I watched 
Sharon's jaw flex several times as her upper and lower lips pressed 
together, moving overtop of one another as if I was smearing lipstick 
between my lips, but in a very agitated manner. 
 
"Fine" Sharon snapped and snatched the bra from my hand quickly, 
storming over to the dresser and neatly folded them in an agitated 
manner.
 
"Sharon, I...I didn't mean...I just..." I didn't know what to say, maybe 
apologize, I didn't understand why Sharon was irritated, or why I was even 
apologizing for what I was born with!
 
"No, its fine...it's fine!" Sharon walked straight to her bed and sat down 
picking up a magazine. I kind of waited in the door, dripping with a towel 
wrapped around me, wondering if she was kidding. 
 
"I'm sorry, I'm just being a bitch" Sharon pouted, "Please, ignore me" and 
she slumped her shoulders forward and pinched her eyebrows together in a 
look of innocence. I smiled in a hesitant, cautious manner, "It's okay, just 
threw me for second" and I pulled away to shut the door. Sharon just 
smiled to myself and hoped my excuse had eased my new friend's nerves 
as I went back to sorting back thru my CD collection, although I couldn't 
resist the temptation to think about how kinky it seemed that another girl 
was going to be wearing my underwear. 
 
I pulled back my loose strands of blonde hair from my face and pulled apart 
the front of the towel, revealing my damp body in front of the mirror. Now, 
looking at my reflection, I started to see the payoff from working out so 
hard in the gym; Starting with my washboard abs as I put my hands on my 
hips, but my eyes started to roam over my naked body, looking for any 
residuals signs of my fight with Taylor earlier that day. There was a faint 
bruising on my biceps and back, but nothing much more; I must admit, I 
get off looking at myself in the mirror...privately! Watching my muscles 
tighten and twisted as I swiveled my hips and shoulders. I had totally 
forgotten about the underwear thing till I went to slip them on, 'Pink, and 
with a small heart sewn onto the front, you must be kidding me?' I shook 
my head, how retarded. But then I hesitated and leaned in, taking a quick 
sniff and smiled, 'nice' I noted, not able to place the aroma, but obviously 
Sharon had chosen 'light' tropical scented fragrance for her drawer and I 
found that very appealing. 'I'll have to find out what scent this is' I thought 
as I slowly slipped first my right then left leg into them and pulled them up, 
pulling the waistband firmly up over the curve of my hips. An unexpected 
and subconscious rush found its way to the forefront of my mind, and yes 
my nipples seemed to harden a bit when I thought about Sharon's own 
crotch sharing the same soft lining. I fought against the overwhelming 
odds, but managed to bring my unsteady mind back down to earth once 
again and proceeded to pull the dark blue shorts up, they were a little snug 
around my thighs, but I must admit they made me look incredibly sexy. But 
nothing compared the how the white tank top looked on me, stretched 
against my bare chest, and the noticeable way my nipples made imprints 
on the front of the thin cotton material.
 
"Shit" I whispered to myself and hunched my shoulders forward to try and 
make the impression of my nipples disappear, but no such luck, 'Oh well, 
screw it, you're not going out anyway' I sighed.
 
I sheepishly strolled out into the room and Sharon looked me over, her 
clothes were a little tight on me, my thighs were a bit more muscular and 
my breasts were bigger so her tank top was incredibly stretched across the 
front. But Sharon frowned and lowered her head;

"What's wrong?" I stopped, clutching my damp gym clothes against my 
chest as I looked on with concern. 
 
"Damn, you look better in my clothes then I do" Sharon complained.
 
I raised my hand as if I was going to throw my wadded up clothes at her, 
"Oh, Shut up!" I smiled, my face turning red. In a move that was slightly 
tentative and shy, typical of me though, I 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 I ran my fingers thru my damp tangled 
hair; 
"You're driving me crazy!" Sharon sprung from the bed and grabbed her 
hairbrush off the nightstand. With her right arm she brushed aside the pile 
of CD's and crawled around on the bed behind me, while I watched with 
some degree of suspicion. 
 
"What...?" I asked. 
 
"I am going to do your hair! Now sit still!" Sharon said with a smile. She 
loved primping herself...and hell, for that matter, primping anyone that 
would let her.
 
"There is nothing wrong with my hair!" I protested almost getting up but 
Sharon reached up and gripped my shoulder, pulling me 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 I magic!" 
 
"Oh no" I sighed. 
 
"Oh YES!" Sharon gleefully responded. I felt her shifting around behind me 
as she unfolded her feet from under her butt I guess and scooted up as 
close to my back as possible. I 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 my legs as she draped her calf's off the edge of the bed 
next to mine. I not at all used to such contact...even though Sharon was 
acting very casual about it, but I still felt uneasy and couldn't figure out if 
Sharon was just one of those physically flirty girl's or what. Also, for 
whatever reason, I had also let Sharon get away with her bold touches that 
I had never allowed anyone to do, but I guess allot of my concerns were 
getting soothed as Sharon began to pull back and run the brush gently 
thru my strands. 
 
"You have good taste" Sharon mused from behind me, putting her nose 
close to my hair, picking up the scent of her own shampoo I surmised.
 
"Do you mind, telling me...you know...everything that happened?" She 
suddenly asked. I knew Sharon had a right to know, but I really didn't feel 
like rehashing it all. Sharon had slowed her brush strokes as I kind of 
slumped my shoulders forward with a sigh. I tried to tell her everything I 
could with as little detail as possible; but it didn't help that much when I 
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 Taylor?" Sharon made the statement, more out 
of self realization and not with the expectation that I should answer, "So 
that's where the blood came from?" Sharon then asked.
 
"Yeah, her nose started to bleed" I shrugged. 

Discreetly, Sharon put the brush down and wrapped her arms around the 
front of my stomach, locking her fingers together and gave me a firm 
squeeze, "Mmmm..." She sighed, your pretty strong, nice muscles she 
sighed. I was blushing at the compliment and maybe should have said 
thanks, but my tongue was all tied up by then.

"You know, no one has ever done anything like that for me. Thanks for 
standing up for me, that makes twice now" Quickly, impulsively, I felt her 
push a few strands of my hair aside and kiss the back of my neck. 
Amazingly, I didn't react or freak out, well...I did react but not like 'Hey! 
Stop kissing me!' but more on a subconscious level as that little tease 
pressed those soft lips of hers against the back of my neck and held them 
there for a few seconds. 'Oh no' my eyes suddenly snapped open when my 
crotch spasmed a little and I knew that feeling, 'Shit...but wait...she can't 
read my mind...it's cool...just be cool.' I quickly thought.

And Sharon, being the smooth one, played off the kiss by slowly starting to 
comb thru my hair once again, although her strokes were a bit more frantic 
and nervous. I turned my head just a bit so Sharon could see my smile, 
letting her know that everything was 'okay', I really didn't know what else 
to do and I guess I wanted to let her know I wasn't offended by her 
teasing. But maybe that was a mistake because as I soon learned over 
time, give Sharon and Inch and she takes a yard... 
I suddenly felt something totally unexpected as Sharon tensed her legs, I 
watched in slight bewilderment as Sharon's toned inner thighs tightened 
causing my knees to push my legs closer together. With raised eyebrows I 
smiled upon hearing a faint giggling sigh from behind, but still she 
continued taking strands of my blonde hair and pulling it back, running the 
brush thru it as she tightened her legs again grip again. But this time I 
pushed outward at the same time she pressed in and our impromptu leg 
duel suddenly stalemated. 

I tilted my head slightly, a smile on my lips, "You testing me?" 
 
"Just checking" Sharon said and then performed a little hum and continued 
to brush the back of my hair as if nothing was going on. 
 
"Checking what?" My grin grew wider. 
 
"See if that's muscle or fat down there."  
 
"And?" I 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 I easily snapped my legs open, spreading her legs apart 
against her best efforts, but that wasn't the end of it as her brush dropped 
from her hand and she instantly leaned all the way back. "Oh, it's going to 
be like that huh!" And now she was trying to pour everything into trying to 
close my legs. But it wasn't looking good for Sharon, mainly because I was 
stronger requiring little effort to keep her's apart and she was at a serious 
disadvantage from behind. Finally she gave up, letting her legs go limp as 
her body flopped back on the bed before letting out a big sigh. 
 
"Oh I'm sorry, what were you were saying about muscle or fat?" I looked 
over my shoulder with a mocking sneer on my face. 
 
"Hey, that's no fair, I was at a disadvantage!" Sharon propped herself, 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?" I reached over and teasingly pinched Sharon's 
thigh causing her muscles to twitch. Well, that's when a nice little 
mischievous smile came over Sharon's mouth and eyes, a look that was 
new to me and I wasn't sure what Sharon was up to until I felt her legs 
slide up around my waist and her inner smooth thighs 'sink in'. And then 
Sharon's legs suddenly came to life, those warm inner thighs that were so 
nice and comforting one second were now threatening to squish the life 
out of me as my left eye caught sight of her right foot hooking around her 
left ankle. My eyes grew wide as I watched, my breathing rapidly increased 
as those tan legs finalized their scissor hold, 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, I 
watched the lines of muscles become more defined as she squeezed. 
 
"Sharon, is this a joke? You wouldn't dare!......Uggghhhh!" But my last 
words turned into a sputtering gasp as Sharon squeezed with the greatest 
of effort, then in a final push she poured everything she had into a 
crushing hold. I groaned and my body rocked back, my head falling across 
Sharon's right shoulder as strands of hair spread out over the bed and 
Sharon's face; What can I say, it was painful...exciting...erotic...many other 
things, I wasn't at all used to this kind of playing around. So for a minute 
as I gathered my wits about me, my body just sort of writhed out over my 
brunette friend as my fingers gripped her knees. 
 
"Fuck Sharon!" I just groaned as I continued to push against her legs, no 
doubt she was enjoying this and was expecting me to beg for her to 
release...it was all about one upping me at this point I think. 
 
"Am I hurting you? Would you like me to LET YOU GO? Ms. wimp! Give? I 
want to hear you say it!" Sharon's tone had a kind of mocking 
determination, waiting for me to give in.
 
"Owww! That's my hair Sharon...what the hell!!" My eyes grew wide as 
Sharon was now pulling my hair...what the hell! Finally though, I got to the 
point of irritation, I had, had enough.
 
"Fine you wanna play, I don't need some weak cheerleader to let me go!" I 
grunted as my hands franticly pushed against her knees trying to pry apart 
this vice grip that I was in. It didn't help matters that I was somewhat 
enjoying this, yeah I know that sounds odd, well maybe not, but exerting 
myself like this not only had an intimate feel but an athletic appeal to it as 
well.  I have to also add that the most exciting moment was when I arched 
my back and the back of my head pushed against the bed, my left cheek 
was touching Sharon's right. And something within me actually wanted the 
struggle to linger a bit longer as we lay tightly wrapped around one 
another. But I finally twisted enough to bring my right knee up, forcing it 
between Sharon's legs, I know I must have been grinning ear to ear when I 
heard that desperate...and loud...groan...let loose as her legs popped apart. 
Quickly I rolled to the right and free, sending the small pile of CD's 
tumbling onto the floor. I spun around and there she was, up on her hands 
and knees also, facing me.
 
Sharon must have caught site of me rubbing my ribs thru my shirt;
"You okay?" Sharon paused momentarily, concerned she might have 
squeezed too hard.
 
"I'm okay" I nervously sighed, "Take more then those legs to leave me 
winded" Ohh that really plucked Sharon's nerves now. Her diva sneer 
returned, her blue eyes flashing a bit of anger, "Your going to find out the 
hard way." I smiled back, this time flashing my row of perfect white teeth 
and crouched low on the bed, "Yeah, that's not so bad, for some 
cheerleader" and my lips turned up into a taunting snarl. 
 
Sharon eyes grew wide with excitement as I accepted the bantering 
challenge, 
"Well little Ms. Gymnast, your just gonna find out the hard way." Sharon 
faked a lunge; I crouched lower as my stomach almost was touching the 
bedspread, my butt high the air ready to pounce in response when a faint 
buzz from downstairs caused my 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" 
 
"Your mom?" I repeated frantically as if they had both just been caught 
doing something naughty. A wave of disappointment and embarrassment 
passed over our faces as they slowly crawled off the bed and straightened 
themselves up as our private moment quickly evaporated. 
 
"Well, Uhmm..." I looked around adjusting my shorts that had ridden up my 
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 I mom!" Sharon said proudly and took me by 
the hand. 
As we headed down the stairs, Sharon leaned over into my ear "By the 
way, your lucky my mom showed and saved you from an ass kicking." I 
lowered my head and looking away smiling as we 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 I looked up and saw my 
daughter walk into kitchen, a girl in tow that I had never seen before. 
 
"Mom, I want you to meet Corbin, she's my new best friend." Sharon smiled 
and draped her arm over my shoulder, leaning into me slightly, she then 
paused and looked to my left, "...make that my best friend" Sharon 
reiterated. I lowered my head 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 my expensive business suit. Placing 
my hands on my 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 me and asked "Chinese?" I nodded eagerly, I always 
liked good Chinese.