My High School Years Part 5
By Corbin

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 made this move called 'Catwoman'.  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...I want to see a STRONG woman (like me) 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.
 
I enjoyed 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).
 
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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 in no mood to answer questions 
over the cell phone and ultimately shut it off. I suspected she already knew by 
the number of times she tried calling me, that's how quick things can spread.
 
As I trudged towards the front of the house, I was actually admiring how 
peaceful the late evening sun was when Sharon's front door 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 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 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 hand shaking her head in despair. 

"Oh Sweetie are you really okay?" She suddenly stopped and turned around with 
an idea "Come with me!" as she reassuringly gripped my wrist and lead me 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 my 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 her cosmetic counter and 
sat 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.
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. "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 I tilted my head 
off to the side to pull myself 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. "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 her that day in the locker room. It did 
feel comforting as Sharon gently hugged and stroked the back of my head, I even 
smiled a little.
 
'Okay, pull it together.' I told myself and I took a few deep breaths. "Thanks 
Sharon." I said and swallowed hard.

"What the hell!?" 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 fuck!" She spat, tracing the outlines of 
several red marks and some slight bruises. Her touch sent a warm 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 asked 
but she knew the answer. "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 do nothing?"
 
"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. Unexpectedly I found her left hand had reached out to pluck a few 
blonde hairs away from my forehead and eyes.
 
"Your right..." 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. "Ewww, 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 hot and sweaty?" I 
daringly tried to continue with our line of bantering.
 
I guess 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 my mom's good one's for decoration 
only, she would kill me, here use these!" And she quickly reached into a 
recessed shelf and pulled a white towel down.
 
"Decoration? That's 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 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 me 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. 
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. 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 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 was, 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. 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 grazed my 
slightly aroused clit, sending a slight spasm thru my body catching me slightly 
off guard. 'Damn what the fuck is wrong with me!?'

"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 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 my 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 sighed and snatched them from her 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 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 her 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 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." 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 and pulled away to shut the 
door. I pulled back the loose strands of blonde hair from my face and unhooked 
the front of the towel, revealing my damp, naked body to the mirror. 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, my eyes 
started to roam, 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 admit, I get off looking at myself in the 
mirror, privately! Watching my muscles tighten and twist 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, are you 
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 a 'light' tropical scented fragrance 
for her drawer and I found that very appealing. 'I'll have to find out what 
scent this is' as I slowly slipped my legs into them and pulled 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 was overcome with this odd sense of guilt and maybe some 
shame. Why? I don't know.
 
Trying on clothes in the department store never resulted in the startling 
realization that happened next. Sharon's dark blue shorts were a little snug 
around my thighs, while they were form fitting on her and Sharon had nicely 
toned legs. It wasn't until I was standing there in the same shorts did I truly 
realize how muscular my legs really were. I wasn't self conscious at al, but 
impressed, and I must admit they made me look incredibly sexy. But nothing 
compared to 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, sort of clutching my waded up clothes 
to my chest. Sharon looked me over and her expression sort of dropped, like a 
frown.
 
"What's wrong? Still 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. 
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 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, 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 get the 
tangles out for right now and then I'll work my magic!"
 
"Oh no" I sighed.
 
"Oh YES!" Sharon gleefully responded. I felt her shifting around behind me as 
she 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 straddle 
across the outside of my legs as she made herself comfortable. But now I'm 
getting uncomfortable because I'm not used to such casual 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 let Sharon get away with these bold touches which I 
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 everything that happened?" She suddenly 
asked. I knew Sharon had a right to know, but I really didn't feel like 
rehashing it all. 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. Or was 
it for her? Maybe it was a combination of her and me...I don't know.
 
"Damn, you really punched Taylor?" Sharon made the statement, more out of self 
realization and not with the expectation that I should answer.
 
"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 Sharon kept those soft lips of hers against 
the back of my neck for a lingering 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. More like I needed to cool down!
 
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 me 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 was soon to learn, if you give Sharon an into to play 
with, 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 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 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 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 suddenly gasped 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 she dropped the brush and 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 legs 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'. The girl's legs suddenly came to life as 
those formerly warm inviting thighs, that were so nice and comforting seconds 
before were now like a painful vice. Threatening to squish the life out of me as 
my left eye caught sight of her right foot hooking around her left ankle. I 
watched in disbelief, 'She really isn't?' I was thinking, my breathing rapidly 
increased as those tan legs finalized their scissor hold, all the while I'm 
glancing over to watch Sharon grinning from ear to ear, the girl was really 
enjoying this.

"Cheering isn't all show baby, these legs have a little more then high 
flying kicks and splits behind them." She seductively challenged as she 
snugged her grip, while I just watched the lines of her leg muscles become more 
defined as she squeezed.
 
"Sharon, is this a joke? You wouldn't dare!" 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. What can I say, 
it was painful, yet exciting and erotic, I wasn't at all used to this kind of 
playing around. Yeah, girlfriends and I have play wrestled some, but this felt 
different...it was different.

So for about a minute I gathered my wits as I kind of writhed, my fingers 
gripped her knees. I guess I was waiting to see if she would let go or if she 
was in this for the long haul.
 
"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 me. 
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.
 
"HEY! That's my hair Sharon! What the hell!!" She's pulling my hair now, bitch. 
Finally though, I got to the point of irritation, I 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, now 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 was grinning ear to ear when 
I heard that desperate...and loud groan let loose as her legs popped apart. 
Quickly now I rolled to the right and free, 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, "Takes more then those legs to leave me winded." 
Oh that really plucked Sharon's nerves now. Her diva sneer returned, her 
blue eyes flashing a bit of anger. "But that wasn't so bad for some 
cheerleader." and my lips formed their own taunting snarl.
 
"Well, your just gonna find out the hard way." The girl across form me spat. 

Who was this chick now? Gone was the nice feminine Sharon and in her place was 
this aggressive, feisty wildcat. She faked a lunge and I crouched lower as my 
stomach almost was touching the bedspread, my butt high the air ready to pounce 
in response. That's 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 we had both just been caught doing 
something naughty. A wave of disappointment and embarrassment passed over our 
faces as we slowly crawled off the bed and straightened ourselves. The 
private moment between us quickly evaporated.
 
"Well, Uhmm." I looked around adjusting my shorts that had ridden up my ass, 
as Sharon performed the same. We both slowly turned and stood face-to-face, and 
made eye contact, but spontaneously let out a short burst of giggles to 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 and 
whispered, "Your lucky my mom showed and saved you from an ass kicking." I 
lowered my head and looked 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 she looked up and saw us both enter the kitchen.
 
"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.
 
Sharon's mother was extremely beautiful, like Sharon, well dressed in my 
expensive business suit.

"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.