My Story Part 48
By Corbin
Worship

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"Recent medical research into the secrets of biology confirms what we always 
knew: that women are tougher, stronger and lustier than anyone ever thought. Our 
challenge is to surpass these expectations!"
		-Jennie Chua 

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So how about I share some of the social dynamics that go on behind the scenes at 
my gym?

I know that I briefly mentioned in one of my prior rants that there is the 
'Anti-Corbin League' where I am a member. Well, it's really just a very small, 
loose knit organization of guys and girls, but I still like the above title, 
it adds an element of drama to it all. Actually, it's all pretty funny, 
but let me sort things out and I'm sure you'll get a good chuckle out of it, I 
know I do:

1.) Just because you happen to be into lifting (guy or girl), as I am, does not 
make us sudden acquaintances and/or friends. Nor do I want to spot you on a 
REGULAR basis, and no I don't want you spotting me and no I don't want to stand 
around swapping stories about exercise routines or diets. This attitude of mine 
has caused some tension between myself and several 'regulars' at the gym.

2.) Just because YOUR group is the 'perceived' in-crowd-click of fit, 
attractive, young people to run with, that does not mean I want to be a part of 
it. And yep, you guessed it, that very group I just mentioned is the central 
core of those that dislike me the most, mostly over the fact that I wouldn't pal 
around, or date, or hang out with 'said' people. They are not bad people, 
some are pretty smart and accomplished, but their attitude and 
behavior in the gym leaves a lot to be desired, besides, I'm there to exercise 
not socialize, or show-off, or flirt. I let *them* know that in less then 
cordial ways, so I think they have bruised egos.

3.) Now try and follow this next one: When I snub a guy that did NOT ask out 
some other girl who has a crush on him, THAT girl and her friends now give me 
evil glares and gossip behind my back at the gym. It's called jealousy and that 
makes them sub-affiliates of the 'Anti-Corbin League'. Good grief.

4.) Most members try and get in-and-out of the gym for simple regular workouts, 
thank god, those people I get along with. 

5.) Just because you are a guy who is In great Shape and loves women who are in 
great shape, does not mean that I will allow you to muscle worship me. In fact, 
you guys are THE LAST I WOULD EVER ALLOW. I like men that are shy and humble.

All I ask is an hour or two of peace for working out, well okay, maybe I threw a 
little attitude back in the face of some people more then I should. But look, 
when I'm on a stair machine, busting my ass, sweat rolling out of my body, and 
some guy (yes attractive at times) comes right up to me and starts 
chatting/flirting with me, I don't like that. I drop bomb-shell hints like not 
removing my earphones/plugs while he was talking, maybe rude but I can't open 
the door to conversation even a little, it would just start a tidal wave if I 
started to give off the persona of being approachable. Sure that gets me 
labeled as severely stuck-up/arrogant/self centered...okay, you get it, whatever 
floats your little boat to call me.

And no doubt I've been short and nasty with folks who stand/sit around and chit 
chat on equipment or who do not re-rack weights in the right order. I mean fuck 
almighty, how hard is it to but the 65lb dumbbells on the rack that is labeled 
65lbs!!! It doesn't go back onto the 10lb rack!!!! But these lazy, dimwits just 
place it down on the nearest rack available, sometimes leaving them on the floor 
to trip over. I even bitched at the manager to expel these repeat offenders, yet 
I'm the one that gets in trouble for confronting other members..."It's not your 
job Corbin, go get one of the employee's and they will handle it."

I'm not all that complex a person, or so I think ;) You know, just your standard 
temperamental, flaky, inconsistent woman. Being attractive, blonde, a bit busty 
and very athletic has NOT gone to my head in the slightest bit. 

Well, maybe a little.

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Months...maybe years down the road, I didn't want to be asking myself;
'I wonder what could have been?' or 'What might have happened?'

So I decided that if David called, I would return his call, I did contemplate 
turning my back on our 'little' encounter that night at the party, but I was 
still intrigued to see how things might play out. Keep in mind, things looked 
allot more skeptical during the light of day and I wondered how much of his 
actions were spurned on by alcohol and my taunts. And besides, I would be 
tampering with a one of the few guy-friendships that I had. Sharon and I had 
known him for years, going all the way back to High School, like I said his 
family was prominent and Sharon always wanted us to pair up, it met with her 
social plans for me, but as I indicated he wasn't dating material because there 
was no spark between us. David had gotten the hint awhile ago, that I saw him as 
a friend, so he kept his romantic notions at bay, until recently, as I've 
already explained. But then at the party that night his interest in me took a 
detour into another area that surprised, intrigued and flattered me. I suppose 
he realized that I wouldn't date him, but maybe there were other options.

So, he managed to wait a whole day before calling, WOW! the guy knows how to 
show restraint. On the morning in question my mind was floating along, jumping 
from topic to topic, something I typically do when coming off a pretty hard 
workout at the gym. I was jerked back into the moment when I saw a small yellow 
post-it note on my desk, "David Called".

I remember just standing there, note in hand and thinking, well not really 
thinking, more like I had blanked out as I waited to see what my instincts told 
me to do. My fist was slowly crushing the note into the palm of my hand as if I 
wanted it to incinerate before anyone detected something going on. But all the 
note said was 'David called' simple and innocent enough.

'Sharon knows.' I thought, 'No, don't be silly, she just thinks David is being 
persistent.' I knew that if I allowed this to continue, it would be something 
that I wanted to be kept private, and no one...NO ONE would/could/should ever 
find out about it (Well, that is until however many readers happen upon this 
post.)
  
I just wanted this indulgence to be private, but then again, I am a private 
person anyway, I don't go around talking about my intimate moments. But this is 
something that no boyfriend would probably like to know about, that their 
girlfriend was allowing some other guy to physically worship them. I can only 
speak for Robert, and we had gone out to diner just last night and everything 
was still going extremely well, but he would be extremely upset if I said;
'Oh, by the way, David and I will be getting together a little later for him to 
lavish my body with attention. No strings attached, nothing emotional or 
romantic. Got it?' 

Yeah, that would go over real well.

Was I nervous? Hell yes, the butterflies were inside my stomach as I dialed his 
number, but it was his voice on the other end of the line that sounded shaken. 
Exercising a bit of caution, I told him I would come over to his house, 
amazingly we still had not even spoken out loud what it was that he wanted, or 
what I expected from him, I think we both thought it would just come naturally. 
The conversation was mostly formal, polite chatter about the party and how 
everything in general was going.

So just like that, I was going over to see David. When I left the Townhouse 
Sharon had this knowing smile on her face as I walked out, but I think some of 
it was just a look she would give, I was dressed way to casual to be going on a 
date. She probably thought I was steering my affections towards David, that's 
all. I was pretty calm as I really had no expectations during the drive over.
You see, on one hand I'm used to men and women complimenting my body, Dale and 
Robert both loved to caress my legs, back, biceps, and just about every muscle 
attached to my body whenever we were intimate. However, they were my boyfriends 
and David was not my boyfriend, which put this in a whole different light. 

I suppose a part of me was curious to see if I was going to feel that same rush 
of dominance and control from our encounter at the party, anyway, we'll find out 
soon enough as I was pulling up into his driveway. David did have a roommate, 
whom I was not well acquainted with, but said roommate was out of town, which is 
a good thing, otherwise this little rendezvous was off, I wanted some privacy. 

My left foot had barely touched down on the top step when the door opened, 
'Talk about anxious' I thought. He was dressed nice, with dark brown corduroy 
pants, nice brown Rockports, and a tan oxford long sleeve, button down shirt. 
Hmm... nice looking guy in a nice package. Me on the other hand, I had taken a 
quick shower and put on flip-flops, my dark blue Adidas workout shorts and a t-
shirt. My hair still felt a little damp in the back.

His eyes lit up, but I detected a complex expression on his face; A smile was on 
the verge of breaking out on his face, but some tension kept creeping in along 
his jaw line and brow. As if he was nervous, a kind of emotional nervousness.

"Would you like something to drink?" He asked, but I was kind of tuning him out 
while I checked out his living room that hung right off the foyer. I finally 
came around and nodded 'yes'.

"You have some bottled water?" I asked in a somewhat flat tone that surprised me 
probably more then him. His eyes had this star struck quality that didn't freak 
me out, no, actually it was...well...empowering, again there is that word, I've 
used it before. I didn't move, I felt rooted to the spot and in a few seconds he 
reappeared from the kitchen with a bottled of chilled Aquafina. I finally made 
eye contact with the nervous boy as I had to reach for the bottle, he was still 
keeping his distance from me, maybe just respecting my space, not wanting to 
crowd me. I smiled a little as I unscrewed the top and took a few sips. It was 
right after taking a long gulp of water that I remember looking at him and 
recognizing 'that look'. A look that was no longer directed back at my observing 
eyes, but sweeping up and down my legs and arms. His face became a bit flushed 
as he slowly leveled with my stare realizing that I knew what he was doing.

"Why did you call me?" I asked and took a step towards him, my heart was racing 
now as I felt maybe I shouldn't be doing this, just that little voice in the 
back of my head talking...annoying thing sometimes. His mouth opened and then 
closed as if he wasn't prepared to answer the question out loud, that maybe he 
was hoping this would somehow all unfold silently. But since I'm running the 
show here, I decided to prod him some more. I set the water bottle down on a 
table and then placed my hands on my hips impatiently, which gave me that 
authoritative stance. And sure enough, I started to feel pretty authoritative as 
I watched David struggle a little, a struggle that mostly seem to take place 
internally but was manifesting itself in a slight shift in his body language. 
Out of the corner of my left eye I caught sight of his left arm move, but my 
hand intercepted his wrist as I saw he intended to reach for my forearm.

"No." I said a little more firmly. "Ask me." I stated with a certain amount of 
insistence and thought he would go into cardiac arrest.

"I want to touch your arm." He said softly, but he couldn't hide the faint 
cracking of a voice that was under tremendous stress. As for me? Well, I thought 
for sure you could see my shirt flutter from how hard my heart was pounding and 
I was starting to sweat. But nothing could compare to what David was going thru, 
I watched a bead of sweat race down his cheek and then another.

"I want to see your muscles." He said and while he was nervous, he was somehow 
containing his excitement, but just barely. "I want to touch your body." He 
finally stated.

I smiled and looked past his head and down the hall to an open door, "Is that 
your bedroom?" He turned his head in the direction I was looking and nodded yes. 
I really couldn't tell you what his bedroom looked like, I wasn't there for a 
tour of the place. When he turned around to give me the tour I cut thru all that 
crap and pushed him, he fell back down onto the bed, quickly he sprang upright 
to a sitting position as I walked up to the where he sat.

"Let's get some ground rules straight." I told him.

"Okay." He eagerly said, hell, he would have agreed to do anything at this 
point, and that bulge in his pants told me that his little head was doing all 
the thinking now.

"Off limits." I said, as my left hand waved over my breasts and my right hand 
waved in front of my crotch. "You don't go there, got it?"

"Yes." He didn't even hesitate, good. Because I was looking for some reason to 
squash this whole thing.

"No kissing. Got that!" 

"Yes." He replied.

Hey, I'm digging this bossing around thing!

(Let's just stop right here so I can say that I really felt like this was some 
out-of-body experience. It was totally unlike me, or was it? After some 
reflection, I think one of the reasons I did this was to sabotage my 
relationship with Robert, as you will soon see. Kind of a cruel in-your-face 
payback for his suggestions that I lay off my exercise routine by indulging in 
this muscle-affair with a David, someone that appreciates and loves muscles on 
girls.)

"You wanted to see my arm?" I asked, as I lifted my right leg, resting my knee 
down onto the bed, close enough it was touching his outer left thigh.

"Please." he said. My left arm came up and was right about eye level as I slowly 
drew in my fist, my bicep began to swell as his eyes locked in like a heat 
seeking missile to the veins and tendons becoming sharp and defined under my 
skin. His hands came up and he proceeded to softly touch...squeeze...feel every 
inch of my tense arm. "Your skin, it's so smooth." He said barely above a 
whisper.

"Thank you" I whispered back. 

We then switched to my right arm and later I pulled up the hem of my shorts to 
flex my legs, which just about sent him over the edge. I couldn't believe it, I 
was looking down as this guy was practically on his knees lavishing my thighs 
and calves with so much attention.

That first encounter was pretty tame, I admit. Oh yeah, before I left I gave him 
a hug and said, "You need to get tested to make sure your clean before this goes 
any further." He kind of stumbled a bit, not sure if I was joking or what I was 
talking about. After a moment's hesitation he nodded and said 'Yes', although 
I'm sure he was thinking 'Why take the extra precaution when we were not going 
to have sex (of any kind)', but I made it clear that if he wanted anymore 
physical contact with me, he would HAVE TO do exactly what I told him to do.

He agreed and did as I told him, the results came back about a week 
later......A-OK!

The next time we got together, still at his house and minus his roommate of 
course, I took my shirt off and posed in my black sports bra, something he 
seemed to be able to sit and stare at forever. It was then that I went into some 
front double biceps pose, side chest and back double biceps. The boy was in 
heaven and while I confess, I did blush at first, I really got into it. David of 
course was into this from the moment he saw me, but I had no idea he had this 
level of a fetish, not to mention I think he was a bit surprised how much he 
lusted after my body and the more I flexed the more turned on he became.

After that encounter I but the brakes on our little secret rendezvous, I needed 
to slow down and reflect a little on what I was doing and to see if anyone was 
taking notice, because as they say; 'It's a small world after all', and all it 
takes is an observing eye to notice that I was spending time at David's house, 
and then sure enough, word would get back to Robert. Think I'm being silly? 
Well, I'd rather error on the side of caution.

It just about killed David, he thought I was calling off our interludes for 
good, but I reassured him that was not the case.