Corbin Part 38
By Corbin
How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman.


"I am the eagle, I live in high country in rocky cathedrals that reach to the
sky. I am the hawk, and there's blood on my feathers. But time is still
turning, they soon will be dry. And all those who see me, and all who believe
in me share in the freedom I feel when I fly.

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops. Sail o'er the
canyons and up to the stars. And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
and all that we can be, and not what we are."

Hey, there is a show named after me! It comes on the Speed Cable Channel, and
it's called "Corbin's Ride On". It's got something to do with motorcycles, but
I am honored none the less. :)

They even named a web site and Company after me "Corbin". They also sell
motorcycle accessories and appear to be pretty successful. Although I haven't
seen a damn penny from any of the profits, I am sure it's a minor oversight on
their part.

Honestly, I have no affiliation with the fore mentioned company/products, but
I suspect it's a sign...that maybe I should be riding a motorcycle...it must
be a sign. My father is a Service manager at a large Motorcycle shop, although
I've never owned one I am beginning to think I should...I think I would look
damn sexy on a bike.

Well, it was one of those clear, beautiful mornings. The kind of day where
there was barely a cloud in the sky, which could only mean one thing! Immanent
doom lurked over the horizon! :)

Now how could I know that?

Well you see, Mike (the Owner of my Gym and no it's not called Mike's Gym) was
meeting with my soon to be training partner. Now mind you I have NOT committed
to entering any competitions at this point and it gave me butterflies thinking
about two people discussing ME, without ME being there! Especially when I
didn't even know this 'other' girl all that well.

So let me introduce Jenna, the 'other' girl. She was a driven, self absorbed,
gotta be First/Best/A-#1 kind of person and I suspected she hated my guts.
Why? Because Mike paid more attention to me then her, I know, silly petty
stuff, oh and thru the grape-vine I know she referred to me as 'The Blonde
Bimbo' which made no sense because my interpretation of a Blonde Bimbo was
someone who bounced around, acting ditzy, and flaunting they're body. I didn't
do any of that...so go figure.

But let me stop slamming her and give the girl some credit. Jenna had a
deliciously sculpted body, she was a true powerhouse of female strength and
sexuality (Can you tell I really admired her body?). I think it was a
combination of her Asian heritage, naturally rich skin tone (a deep tan)
almost to a rich golden bronze.

So what ended up happening next was a meeting of sorts, between me...Jenna and
Mike.

Before I get into that stuff, I thought long and hard about if and how much to
reveal about my relationship with Robert my last boyfriend. It's no big deal
really, but Rob was something special...it was my most emotional relationship
(with a boy that is). You see, Rob was unlike any guy I had ever dated...he
was shy and quiet and somewhat reserved. I don't think he had ever dated a
girl like me before, his last girlfriend prior to me had been awhile ago, and
prior to that it was far and few between in the dating arena for him. He also
wasn't on my mental checklist of what I 'go for' in a guy usually; - He never
played any sports. - He was in good shape but didn't work out. - He was
exactly my height, just barely. - He worked as a Computer
geek/consultant/something. - His wardrobe coolness factor also needed some
assistance, but who am I to talk! :)

Needless to say, Sharon didn't approve at all. When I got home and informed
her of my encounter at the bookstore her first response was; "What are you
doing picking up guys at a bookstore!" She snapped.

"I am NOT picking up guys at a book store, we just chatted a little bit and he
asked if I wanted to meet back there tomorrow night for some coffee and chat a
little bit." Which was all true, very innocent stuff, but Sharon is such a
social snot, that it's really embarrassing at times.

"What does he do? What kind of car does he drive? How much does he make? Does
he live at home? Is he good looking?....and on and on..." I didn't really
share anything much with her, just to irritate the crap out of her. I did
mention the fact he drove a pickup truck and she flipped out on that.

"WHAT! Jesus Corbin, have you lost it? Dating some hillbilly, trash, redneck!"
Sharon chided.

"He's a computer techie and he makes pretty good money, so he's not a
redneck." I was defending the guy and we hadn't even been out on a date yet.

"He's just a geek redneck!" She complained.

"It's a Toyota!" I replied, I mean, I guess there are different social classes
of trucks, like cars, right?

"A crappy truck is a crappy truck! Can you see yourself going on a date in a
pickup truck Corbin? I mean please, why are you doing this!" Sharon went on
and on, but you see I had already started tuning her out. I had a good feeling
about Rob and nothing Sharon could say was going to change that, but in any
case, you might as well understand that if Sharon was not the match maker then
she was ever critical of anyone I selected on my own.

He was such a sweet guy, so attentive and nervous around me at first. Because
our first encounter was when I was attired in my baggy workout sweats, he
probably didn't know how focused I was on exercising. So when I showed up the
next night I wore some shorts, sandals and threw on a light weight jacket. I
was early but he was earlier and I saw him pacing by the magazine rack which
was next to the Bookshop's Caf,, I doubt he was able to focus on any magazines
from the way he was constantly grazing up and down racks.

"Hey there." I said and it was a pleasure to watch his whole face light up
when he turned around to see me. I almost even gave him a hug, wasn't that
sweet of me, but I didn't. Instead, I just stood there smiling waiting and
watching.

"What would you like to drink?" He quickly asked and waved his hand to one of
the tables. He past the initial manner's test when he pulled the chair out for
me, little things like that I keep tabs on, AS ALL WOMEN SHOULD!

So, I was eager to see his reaction because I had kept my jacket on until he
came back with my coffee, at which point I proceeded to stand up and take off
my coat, which revealed my somewhat snug, white tee shirt. Well, his eyes just
opened a little and he lost focus...he was looking at my arms, legs and of
course chest now.

"Wow...You're..." He suddenly blurted out and must have instantly regretted it
because his face went somewhat red and he looked away from me totally, trying
to recover.

"What?" I asked while sitting down, but my eyes remained focused on his, not
giving him a chance to wiggle out from completing his comment.

"You're in a great shape." He voice was almost in whisper mode and he still
couldn't look me in the eyes.

"Thank you." I smiled and pulled my chair up to the counter. My reply was
genuine because it was a sincere moment of appreciation on his part, and after
all, I work hard for this body and if feels good to have POLITE comments
reflecting that fact. Some of you may have reckoned that I was going to blast
him or something, but no, you see I can tell the difference between a comment
laced with sarcasm when some guy or girl implies that they are really shocked
to see a girl in great shape, versus Rob's comment where he was pleasantly
surprised and really admired my physique.

"Sorry." He smiled sheepishly.

"Why?" I challenged.

"For blurting that out so quickly, I hardly know you." He shrugged and hunched
forward a little bit, sliding his cup around on the table.

"It was nice of you to say." I was hoping he wasn't going to go down the road
of babbling a long string of apologies. I hate it when guys and girls do that
after I've already told them it's OK! Anyway, I sat back and brought the cup
up to my lower lip and blew softly over the hot liquid. I can't quite explain
it, Rob and I had this instant connection when we looked at one another, like
we both could sit quietly without talking and it was like we truly engaged one
another's stares. Well, that is, when he would stop looking at my other
assets. It's okay, guys are guys and I suppose it's good that your
boyfriend/husband is always checking you out :)

BTW, Dale (Don't know that name? Well you're going to have to read about my
College years, otherwise tough shit!) Anyway, Dale was not totally out of my
life at this point. Yeah, he was dating Tiffany, but he still called and we
kept in touch. Just some info for you folks.

Now Rob was very smart, he was well versed in current affairs and had strong
beliefs, which was good because it added a spark to our relationship in that
he wasn't afraid to argue with me over stuff. I always thought I wanted a guy
who agreed with my personal viewpoint on all matters of life and death, but
where's the excitement in that? And finally yes, I admit there was a certain
sexual chemistry between us; I was really attracted to him. Oddly enough, it
turned out that he was less experienced then I was, so I would have to make
many of the advances in the first stages of our dating. When I told Sharon
this, she was like "Oh god, this is train wreck waiting to happen!" How true.
I mean, I am conservative and a bit prudish; it wasn't okay to kiss me after
our Coffee date until I knew things were going to get serious emotionally
before I let them get physical.

But things got physical all right and pretty quick, also it was I that made
the first move. I recall vividly the second date we went on and he picked me
up at my Townhouse, of course Sharon was
there...observing...watching...studying...I knew I would get a long list of
disapproving items read off to me when I got back.

"Do you mind if we stop off somewhere first?" Rob asked as we pulled away from
the curb of my complex.

"Sure, where?" I asked while adjusting my form fitting skirt, which forced me
to wear the ever dreaded g-string, but it was so tight and short ( coming down
about mid thigh) but oh well, I wanted to look nice AND sexy and I succeded on
both fronts. So it's late in the afternoon and the sun is setting as he just
says he wants to show me something...hmm...this is nice...a surprise...it
better be a pleasant surprise.

But my mind really started to spin when we pulled into a long row of self
storage units, big ones too, with those big pull down doors that were easily
two to three times the height of your average garage door on a house. So he
stops the truck and starts to get out, I follow in kind, watching cautiously,
wondering what in the hell is he going to show me.

"Look it's no big deal..." He starts with a silly smile.

"You don't have dead bodies in there do you?" I half jokingly ask to which he
laughs aloud.

"No...no, nothing of the sort. But Corbin I do have a hobby and while I am not
obsessed with it, I do spend a good deal of time participating."

"Well show me already!" I wave my right hand to the door which he proceeds to
unlock and give a firm tug before the big metal frame of a door creeks and
begins to roll up. Finally, the dimming light of the late afternoon sun
revealed...a car. That's it, a car, oh it was a white car, isn't that
exciting!

"It's a car." I shrug, trying to act relaxed because I was wondering if he
thought I was going to freak out or something. Big deal, guys and cars are
nothing new.

"It's a race car!" He smiles and points proudly. Ohhhhkkkkayyyyy, he's looking
pretty pumped about his little pride and joy so let me take a closer look at
this 'CAR'. Well, first thing I noticed what that it had big fatty tires on
the rear and real skinny one's up front, it looked like the body of a mustang.
I strolled into the large garage and tried to look interested as I surveyed
this hunk of metal. Rob quickly walked up behind me and flipped a switch on
the wall and a couple of big flood lights in the ceiling came on. I guess it
was at this moment I decided to have some fun at his expense; "So you're into
that round track kind of racing?" I glance over at him and stare dumbfounded.

"What?" He kind of mumbles in response, his smile fading.

"You know, NASCAR stuff." I shrug and smile a little. I could tell he was
going thru some kind of self torture as he figured out how to correct me
without offending me, poor guy but you have to understand, it's easy for women
to mess with you guys.

"No, it's not that, it's drag racing." He says in a kind of awkward manner and
I just smile.

"Rob..."

"Yeah" He sighs.

"I know, I was just teasing." I walk over and gently push him on the shoulder.
So anyway, here I am trying to navigate around this garage which is filled
with all sorts of odd car parts and junk (important stuff to him, but it was
always junk to me) and I know if I even come within a hair's width of anything
in this place I'll wind up with a big grease stain on my legs, skirt or shirt.
Wow, I really sound like a girly-girl now!

So by now I've made my way around to the driver's side door and peer in, looks
kind of impressive I have to admit with all these big gauges and funky
switches lining the center console and how could I not miss the roll cage that
weaved it's way around the interior. Anyway, you have to understand that as I
write this I do recall much of the 'lingo' from dating Rob and I'll try to do
his hobby justice because after awhile I truly respected the courage and
knowledge it took to handle that machine.

"Get in." He said, and he said it with some authority which for some reason
kind of turned me on. I don't know why but it did.

"Lift on the handle there." Here pointed and I did. If was kind of exciting
having him tell me what to do as I trusted his knowledge and instructions. But
let me tell you, climbing into that freaking thing was a pain in the ass, I
had to figure out how to navigate my right leg into the foot well, my butt
over a part of that roll cage, and get into that seat without my skirt riding
up to my crotch, not to mention the heels I had on. But I managed.

Wow, I guess I did get a bit of a rush sitting there, putting my hands on that
wheel with all of those instruments at my fingertips. I had never seen a guy
look so proud and excited. I must admit, if felt pretty confining and
claustrophobic being in that snug seat with all of that metal closing in
around me, and yet at the same time, it felt safe...how odd. So I look up,
well that's not entirely accurate, I gave this sultry glance upward and asked;
"Aren't you going to buckle me up?" Why I asked that I don't know, I think
part of me was still messing with his mind and another part wanting to flirt.
Poor Rob, he sort of froze and hesitated, he didn't fully grasp that flirting
thing I was doing with him and he squatted down next to the seat, "You want me
to buckle you..."

"Strap me in." I said and kept my intense stare going, one he couldn't
maintain in return and blushed while I observed his nice brown eyes darting
around. I then did something very provocative and I think a bit shocking to
not only me, but Rob as well. I raised my arms as he reached in to grab the
several straps. One over each shoulder and one from the left and right side of
my waist. But it was the last strap...the one that lay on the seat and between
my legs. As I indicated I had a short skirt on, so when I spread my thighs
apart I reached down and hunched my skirt up a little which in turn exposed my
white-panty covered crotch. He was breathing a little harder and I was
breathing a little harder now as he pulled the strap up and clipped it in. My
left hand came up and touched down on the back of his neck as he still was
leaning in close. He couldn't take his eyes off my underwear and the more he
stared the more aroused I got...yeah I felt a bit vulnerable and very
exposed...but damn it was hot...so hot I was getting moist down below. I half
way expected him to touch me down there and part of me wanted him to, good god
what the hell had gotten into me!

He glanced up and saw me watching him, he blushed and looked very nervous. So
let me get this straight, I'm the one strapped into the car...sitting there
with my legs slightly spread apart as this guy (on our second date) is gawking
at my slightly exposed crotch. But he's the more nervous one! I told you
people I would be doing allot of initiating in this relationship. Finally he
got up enough courage to lean in a few more inches and kiss me, and kiss we
did. It was a very sensual kiss, very deep if you get my drift, including a
great deal of heavy breathing on both our parts.

So when we finally parted after stopping and then restarting the kiss several
times, I did finally close my legs. I doubt he could see, but I was getting
very aroused and the thin pair of panties did probably very little to conceal
or absorb that fact. He was extremely cute as he went to lean back and stand
up, adjusting his pants to hide his now obvious erection, well, it looks like
a new bulge down there to me! :)

An awkward, but fun silence ensued as he helped me get out of the car. Don't
misunderstand for a moment, I could have easily climbed in and out but I was
trying to be RESERVED and lady like with the revealing skirt I had on.
Although I did just purposively flash him a few minutes ago. So back in his
truck I was quickly repairing my smeared lipstick as he also got back in.

"Nice car." I said, thinking he would like the compliment.

"Huh?" He just quickly glanced over (Hehe, guess he forgot all about his
prized car).

"Nice car." I slowly said and turned to him with a smile. He just blushed and
put the truck in 'drive'. I was a bit more reserved the rest of the night as
we went out to dinner and danced to Candle box's "Cover me". It has some fast
moments but we just held one another and moved to our own rhythm :) but then
as if someone had choreographed the moment, the song segued into "Lonely
Sinking Feeling" by Cowboy Junkies. A rather sad song, but that's okay, it
suited us.

But more on that junk later...........I'm tired and it's time for bed :)