My Story Part 46
By Corbin
How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman.

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"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is 
invisible to the eye."
		-Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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I bitch endlessly about going to any type of social activity.  Although, once I 
get there I normally have a great time. Pretty screwy huh? But that's nothing 
compared to how much Robert (my boyfriend at that time) would moan and groan 
about going to parties. He was just a bad as I was when it comes to making chit-
chat, but worse. You would think the two of us together would just sit and stare 
at one another in silence :), not true at all.

Anyway, I actually was looking forward to going out to this particular party as 
it was a much needed distraction. Sharon and I had done an adequate job of 
avoiding what happened a few nights ago, but it was getting a bit uncomfortable, 
like the way Sharon was being more restrained around me, not as touchy-feely as 
she usually is.

So let's switch gears to my main concern at the moment, what to wear, I decided 
on something a bit sexier than my usual attire (Something Robert was very 
opposed to me wearing, anything sexy that is).  Opening my closet I pulled down 
a thin, very skimpy silk dress.  Holding it up to my body the dress stopped 
about mid thigh, pretty short but not too-too short, I neatly laid that on the 
bed.  Reaching for the dresser drawer, I picked out some white silk panties and 
laid them down next to the dress and lined up a pair of shoes on the floor. It 
looked almost too good to put on, but I knew it would look much better when it 
was actually on me. :)

The shower was far more relaxing then I could have anticipated, I had to focus a 
little and shift gears, something I had to force myself to do, 'Must get into 
social-mode' I am now telling myself while attempting to primp a little, which 
didn't come so easy for me. Most times Sharon would have to help me with my hair 
and makeup or it would take me forever to finish up. Finally I was ready and 
pulled on my white tong panties, maneuvering my thighs and hips to let the 
elastic material settle in.  Picking up the dress next, I awkwardly slipped the 
dress down over my head and shoulders. Basically it was easy, letting the thin 
fabric fall down and over my hips, with some minor adjustments around the breast 
area. I loved how the pinkish color of that dress helped to accent my tan legs 
and arms.  I have to admit, I felt sexually adventures and daring going without 
a bra and such small panties, especially in such a snug short dress, but the top 
of the dress had enough lining that my nipples wouldn't stab any eyes out. But 
it felt very sensual the way the fabric clung to every curve of my practically 
naked body, and even felt somewhat vulnerable at such exposure, something I am 
not at all accustomed to.

"WOW" Sharon's voice startled me from behind. I couldn't help but smile as I 
carefully applied my lipstick. 

"You look fucking stunning!" Sharon followed-up up while shaking her head almost 
standing directly behind me. 

"Thanks Sharon."

"Are you dressed up because David will be there?" Sharon asked me seriously. 
Nice of Sharon to bring up David <<SARCASIM), she isn't too keen on Robert so 
she is always trying to steer me into the arms of another man.

"I'm dating Robert." I said sternly. Actually I had forgotten that David was 
going to be there, a nice attractive guy, but it's kind of hard to relax when 
some guy has his sights set on you. I figured I was going to get asked out 
formally this time, I had dodged David via phone calls and voicemail, but I 
needed to go ahead and let him know that Robert and I were a serious couple now. 
I also anticipated David might ask why Robert was not with me tonight, no big 
deal, I ran the show in that relationship, so when I wanted to go out on my own, 
I would. That by the way is another whole set of issues, my desire for 
independence even when Rob pouted and complained. In fact, I always ran the 
show in a relationship. Bossy, arrogant men I do not date...because I am the 
bossy, arrogant one :).
 
When we finally arrived at the party the first thing I noticed was how elegant 
and beautiful the house was, Sharon wasn't joking when she bragged about this 
place! I mustered my best socializing personality as I made my way thru the 
crowd, my eyes darted around from group to group, unfortunately I had lost site 
of Sharon at one point and was having to fend for myself, something I hated, not 
being a big socialite and all.

I was close to working my way into a group conversation when a hand touched my 
forearm, that caught my attention because of how the touch lingered somewhat, 
which as you probably already know I get agitated when my personal space is 
invaded without prior consent. I was more on-edge then normal due to not knowing 
half the people at this party and I was fighting to suppress the awareness that 
my dress was far more form-fitting then I had anticipated and every male seemed 
to become a horny, heat seeking missile around me. Anyway, I was glad that I 
paused before hacking off the offender's hand because it turned out to be David. 
In a moment of relief I greeted David with a warm hug, something that pleased 
him to no end, so much so that I had to be the one to disengage. Little did I 
know that David and I would be engaging in many more intense embraces.

As I am sure I have already shared this, but I'm going to say it again; I am 
terrible at maintaining a casual conversation that I am not interested in. Call 
it selfishness, a case of attention deficit disorder, but it seems my mind is 
always flooded with too many distractions. I've pissed a few people off while 
chatting with them as my gaze will drift into space or I'll be at a party and 
find swirling the wine in my glass to be more entertaining then the person I am 
speaking to.

Anyway, back to David, it was nice to pair up and chat with him as we made our 
way down a long hallway, looking for a less crowded and less noisy room. Again, 
I was really impressed with this place, the whole first floor had beautiful 
crown molding running along ten-foot ceilings.  Hard Wood flooring throughout 
the entire residence with custom inlaid patterns running along the baseboards of 
every room.  But back to David, he didn't fumble over too many words and I 
reassured him that he didn't need to try so hard to keep me entertained, I'm not 
some mindless girl (even with the burden of being blonde) and that he could zing 
away opinions on politics...life...whatever. I cringed a bit as we passed a 
small group of guys that made no effort to restrain their gawking as I strolled 
by. I shouldn't be so angry all the time, after all I do have on a dress that 
shows off my 'ass'sets so I should expect attention, but the blatant gawking can 
be a bit much.

So, I can be a big flirt sometimes when I want to be, yeah I'm guilty of that. 
David and I strolled into a small den that was isolated from the rest of the 
house, we stopped and stood opposite one another behind a large couch, I rested 
my right hip against the soft leather backing while I slowly rubbed my calf 
muscles together. You would be amazed how little gestures like that get picked 
up on, because several times I watched his eyes dart down to observe my toned 
legs rubbing against one another. 

"So look..." He said while leaning in and putting his left hand on my right 
bicep. Again he is touching me, but I was intrigued by his 'gentle' boldness and 
let him continue to touch, "...will you go out with me?" As I recall, he was 
really leaning in close now. Well, my sensible side decided that the flirting 
had been fun but I do have a boyfriend and needed to put the brakes on this, 
regardless of the mixed signals my body was sending me.

"David," I said with a somewhat sheepish smile, tilting my head down and away 
from his approaching lips, I really wasn't sure if he was going in for a kiss, 
but better safe then sorry, "Robert and I are serious right now."

"Right *now*?" He sighed in disappointment. His hand still on my arm by the way. 
I just nodded 'yes' and gave a quick glance up into his dark brown eyes.

"What about five minutes from *now*?" He asked and my blonde brain stuttered to 
catch on.

"I...uhh...we....oh...." It took a moment to catch onto his teasing and I 
laughed because at the time it did sound funny. I even blushed some as I sighed 
and took a sip of my wine. Damn, were we standing even closer together now? I 
couldn't be sure, things were heating up and I was just giggling and smiling 
like some fool and now my whole body felt flushed.

"I understand." He said quietly, I didn't respond because he seemed in mid-
thought, but I wasn't at all prepared for what he said next, "But I still want 
you." He whispered, while his touch was still on my right bicep, it did seem to 
slacken a bit, but it was still there, just not clingy which is important to 
realize. He paused as if contemplating something more to say and that's when he 
began to stroke my arm softly, it felt good so I didn't brush it away. The buzz 
going on in my brain now was definitely not from the alcohol, no it was from 
this erotic moment that seemed to unfold and I felt like it could go on as long 
as I was enjoying it, and that control was a rush. Observing how David responded 
to my actions, or at times my lack of action, was fascinating and very exciting. 
So far he was doing wonderful.

"You're such a beautiful girl Corbin." David's voice remained low, just above a 
whisper and he avoided eye contact for any length of time. I'm sure if anyone 
had walked in they would have blabbed to Robert, causing me allot of grief and 
explaining to do. But I was curious to where David was going with this, hell, 
where was I going with this? 

I tilted my head to the right and leaned my face close to his left cheek which 
seemed to cause an instant change in the complexion of his skin; 
"Thank you, but I'm also a taken girl too." I said softly and then pulled back a 
few inches as he raised his head, I didn't want to leave my face that close for 
any length of time or he might get the idea I wanted to kiss. As a side note, I 
don't like the word 'taken' in reference to dating a guy, but it seemed 
appropriate, and sounded taunting, perhaps challenging. It was at this moment I 
observed a noticeable shift in his focus, he seemed to dwell on my arms as his 
fingers stroked my biceps and then I changed the game and slowly turned around 
while I let a small smile creep out of the corner of my mouth, he caught site of 
that too. I did turn away with a purpose, I took a couple steps towards a small 
end table and gently set my wine glass down, I just remained standing there with 
my back to him, letting my weight come to rest on my right leg, cocking out my 
hips just a little. It was another subtle move on my part and I just waited to 
see what he was going to do.

[At this point, I feel it important to mention that up until this moment I 
categorically rejected the advances from men who wanted to muscle worship 
me, or who asked me to pose for them, or to allow my picture to be taken while 
flexing. It was a turn off because I had this attitude of 'You better respect me 
and my space', and the thought of a guy wanting to touch and measure my muscles 
and kiss/fondle them seemed superficial and just plain odd. So what's 
different now? What suddenly changed? It's hard to tell and trust me I've spent 
allot of time thinking about it too. Because I stood there like a statue, 
actually becoming turned on by David's shift in focus to my body, to a purely 
muscle fascination on his part. Maybe it was just the timing, the right guy 
using the right moves and me being in the right mood. Also I felt like he was 
respecting me while he touched my forearm and biceps...and more... :)]

So there I stood, playing the part of observer to David's actions and at times a 
willing participant to *our* actions. The hair on my neck was on end and my legs 
and arms tingled as I felt him approach. Maybe it was how quiet he had become 
and I just enjoyed his gentle touches, but it was clear what he was focused on, 
again he was very smooth in how he pulled it off by placing his fingers gently 
down on my bare shoulders, running them over my triceps, then back up to my 
shoulder and neck. He didn't perform any vulgar moves like pushing the front of 
his body against my back or press against my butt, although he and I were 
slightly brushing body parts at this point, something unavoidable when in such 
close proximity.

I tilted my head to the right and exposed my neck, he went for it and I felt his 
breath over my flushed skin as his lips gently touched down. "You smell 
wonderful." He moaned. I didn't respond, I simply stood and enjoyed the 
transformation my body was going thru, my breasts felt surprisingly full and 
aroused, not to mention my nipples were standing at full attention now, I was 
really regretting not wearing a bra because it was now going to be obvious to 
everyone.

"Is *all* of you taken?" He said softly in-between light kisses on my shoulder. 
The part of me that wanted to know where exactly this was going decided to take 
over and that's when I turned, still standing in the same spot so essentially I 
was in his arms, but he kept his touch light.

"What part of me are you wanting?" My lips seemed to pronounce the words slowly, 
every thing seemed to be moving slowly now as I could even feel the soft 
stickiness of my lipstick. It was his fingers that did the talking, his thumbs 
grazed over my biceps, down over my forearms. It was as if he was trying to 
communicate his desires thru his eyes and hands.  

[This is something else I think I should have felt more guilty about, indulging 
in David's pursuits, normally I shake like a leaf at the thought of being 
unfaithful, because it is very traumatizing to me when it comes to betrayal. So 
my motivation this time around was a form of retaliation against Robert's 
growing persistence for me to lay off of the gym, might as well ask me to cut 
off my arms, it was just *that* instilled in me. Don't misunderstand, Robert 
loved my toned body, but he seemed to constantly try and steer me away from 
anything that would draw the attention of guys, I didn't mind his jealousy so 
much, it was kind of a turn on, but not to the point the he was becoming 
controlling. He discouraged me from going to the beach, the pool, basically 
anything that involved a bathing suite. That was just the tip of the whole 
iceberg.]

I wanted to challenge David a little more, he needed to validate what he wanted. 
After all, he was going to have to humble himself at my feet because he was 
essentially saying he wanted 'my muscles', 'my body' on a purely physical 
level. I looked into his eyes and for the first time felt a wave of domination 
take place, me over David that is, or perhaps 'Control' is a better word and 
what a rush it was. He was still trying to communicate thru his hands, gently 
gripping my forearms, running his fingers all the way down to the tips of my 
fingers, yet that was now not enough anymore. In some way I was like observing a 
male specimen transform before my very eyes, the more he humbled himself thru 
his desires the more of a turn on it became for me, a little bit sexual but 
mostly psychological. I think for David he was still clinging to that male, must 
remain in control role, and it was emotionally troubling to bare his soul, his 
deepest desires like this not knowing if I would simply push him away, leaving 
him feeling stupid, humiliated and totally wrecked for placing so much trust in 
my hands.

Also, I was surprised at how I was able to separate my emotions in what was 
initially taking place, this was not a romantic undertaking, well not in the 
sense we would be dating, nor would there be kissing on the lips. But we'll 
see...I was making this up as I go along, and David was also in uncharted 
territory. Sadly, our quiet moment was abruptly ended when Sharon came stumbling 
around the corner, my initial concerns were quieted when I realized she was 
close to being plastered and not at all paying much attention to anything, other 
then trying to stay upright. Ultimately, David and I said our goodbyes while 
Sharon just smiled that big goofy smile.

I mouthed the words 'Call me' as I walked away from David and his stare seemed 
locked on me as if he was unable to move until I had left the room, he seemed to 
be in that much of a trance.

A quiet moment passed as we left the house and walked to Sharon's car when 
Sharon suddenly threw her left arm around my shoulders, 'Just a friendly hug? 
Sure that is how I acted, that's what I told myself and that's what I *wanted* 
to believe. But physically things didn't sit right with me, from the subtle ways 
our dresses pressed together, which only seemed to draw attention to how thin 
the fabric was. As a girl, when you find yourself melting under the touch of 
another woman, it really messes with your mind, especially with what just went 
down with David not more then fifteen minutes ago. God I felt messed up.

So I leaned my friend against the passenger side and stepped away to unlock the 
door all the while keeping an eye on my wobbly girlfriend. Sharon's head would 
tilt off to one side and she would smile, mumbling something incoherent while I 
fumbled with getting the door open. "Okay, lets get you strapped in." As I 
guided Sharon into the seat.

"Hey I'm no retard. I know how." Sharon slurred as she struggled to get 
the seat-belt from me and prove she could buckle herself in. Finally I gave up, 
Sharon could be impossible when she was drunk and I decided to let her figure it 
out on her own, or until she gave up. 

"HEY!" Sharon shouted, "This fucking thing is fucking broken." Sharon's body was 
slumped over as she had missed getting the latch buckled, over and over and 
over. Quickly I leaned over and snatched the buckle out of her hand and snapped 
it together.

"Hey woman! Watch this fucking dress don't wrinkle it!" Sharon snapped, her eyes 
getting more glazed over by the minute. I just shook my head and smiled. Moments 
like this I was thankful I worked out so much and was naturally strong to boot 
as Sharon was little to no help getting her out of the car and up the stairs to 
our townhouse. She was a little better getting up the stairs, but I still felt 
the need to guide her some from behind by placing my hands on her hips, this of 
course got me a smart ass comment for my troubles.

"Hey don't be getting fresh back there." Sharon drunkenly teased.

"You wish!" I snapped back.

At the top of the steps Sharon carefully leaned back against the railing and 
daintily brushed aside her brown hair and gave a sloppy smile, "Nope you wish." 
Sharon leaned forward and teasingly waved a finger in the air towards my nose. 
Like some dork, I just froze and smiled while my cheeks blushed. I admit I was 
freaking out because I thought that maybe she could read my mind for a minute. 
So here I am, helping Sharon get undressed and into bed, which I've done many 
times before when she been intoxicated and she's done for me in return. But now, 
my mind is paying attention to things like her silky smooth skin, perfectly 
manicured fingernails, the smell of her dress as I pull it off her body and her 
beautifully formed body that slowly rolled out of view and under the covers. 

It was hell!

Reaching for the bedside lamp, I was quickly jarred back to reality by a picture 
on the night-stand, it was of her boyfriend Paul. Although things were not 
going well between them as he was getting more possessive and wanted her to move 
out of state with him, I couldn't help but think her future was with him and I 
need to set aside these bizarre urges. What happened next absolutely blew me 
away, Sharon seemed dead asleep but her right hand reached over and slapped the 
picture down, damn near breaking the glass. "Asshole" She mumbled and cracked 
open an eyelid as I stood hunched over, paused in shock.

"Fuck'em, self absorbed bastard, it's over anyway." Sharon closed her eye again. 
I just stood up and patted her on the head, a little unsure how to end on this 
sudden change in her tone. I guess she saw me staring at the picture and felt 
the need to vent. "Don't act surprised Corbin, you know he's been pushing for 
things to change." Sharon mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.  All I could do 
was turn out the light, closing the door behind me, not even thinking that 
anything tonight would mean a thing, given Sharon's condition that is.

It felt good to be in my own room as I sat down at my desk and slipped off my 
heels and slowly began to massage my feet. Hmmm what a foot massage can do for 
ones attitude, I plucked the earrings off and laid them neatly on the desktop. 
Sitting in the quiet solitude of my room I took a few minutes to wonder about 
things and looked at the clock.

'Robert, Sharon, Nikki, and now David.' My mind spun around about those closest 
to me. Although David was something new and unexplored.

'For someone who likes her privacy I sure was inviting allot of complicated 
personal issues.'

Little did I know the direction my life would take.