My Story Part 51 By Corbin How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman. ********** Fit-To-Be-Tied ********** There you have it, Sharon and I were now involved, really more so emotionally. In the privacy of our house we kissed, hugged and held one another for hours. Often it was her holding me, which was the first sign she was taking charge of things (emotionally). We weren't fools, we knew outside our four walls things get allot more complicated and we agreed, for the short term, that we should continue with our lives acting as just friends. It was tough and we almost slipped up a few times. No one caught on, no one knew and that's just the way we wanted it. As painful as it was, we went about our normal lives. But what's normal? Living your life according to how you think other people will approve? We each have our own little secrets and I made no mention of David to Sharon, that was still my own 'thing', Sharon might understand if I told her, but I choose not to. And I sure as hell made no mention of David to Robert, but that goes without saying to some degree. Speaking of David, he was fit to be tied by the time I returned his calls, poor thing. Oh boo hoo hoo....suck it up! Our first reunion in over a week and we were both anxious to resume where we had left off. Very uncharacteristic of me, I was all smiles and giggles when I pushed him onto his bed and practically leapt onto the poor boy. By now I had a good gauge of how strong he was and while he was in good shape, I was stronger, easily able to pin him down to the bed no matter how hard he strained to get up. He was in heaven struggling against me and it was a major turn on to me as well. The more we did this, the bolder I became, I had stripped down to my black high cut sports panties and bra and performed a front abdominal-thigh isolation pose, which just about caused him to pass out. He asked if he could take his shorts off and pretty soon he was down to his boxers as I crawled onto his bed, letting him kiss and play with every part of my body. Except, I kept my bra and panties on because those areas were still off limits, plus he did not get to kiss me on the lips although he tried a few times, but I gave him a stern 'No' each time. He soon stopped trying, figuring that I might get pissed off and call everything off. And then it happened, I'm actually surprised that *it* didn't happened sooner. He was under me struggling, squirming to free himself when he made this long tense moan, his whole body went stiff. I thought I had hurt him and just froze with concern. "David, are you? Ohhhhhhh...." And that's when it dawned on me, he had cum. Although he still had his boxers on at the time I could feel the dampness seeping thru, pressing against my lower abdomen. I sat-up and scooted down to his thighs, without thinking what I was doing I boldly pulled down his boxers to see his thickly veined penis still hard and throbbing, all covered in his tick pearly white cum, and that's when I got a whiff of that musky male semen smell. Kind of a turn-on and I looked up at him and smiled. For some reason he was red in the face, like embarrassed, he even apologized, but I leaned forward and squeezed him tight and told him it was okay. Then I made him clean everything up. A couple of days went by after that episode and David made, what I thought at first, was an odd request. He asked that I show up at his house after one of my hardest workouts, so far so good, but he asked that I NOT go home and shower first. He wanted me in all of my sweat covered glory...I hesitated at first. I mean I didn't want to show up smelling all funky, but he said I smelled wonderful, he said the combination of my sweat, body wash, hair and perfume all made me smell wonderful, but I think he emphasized the sweat part twice. When I arrived he then pleaded, asking my permission if he could strip down naked this time, and I considered it, finally I said 'That would be fine'. By now I didn't mind if he was nude and crawling all over my body, kissing and caressing my muscles, after all I rationalized that I still had my panties and bra on, and the rules of no kissing, breast/crotch touching were still in effect. He was in heaven as the bare skin of his penis brushed (more like he humped) against my body, and he must have 'cum' at least four times in one afternoon, what a mess. I even reached into my panties and fingered myself to an incredible orgasm when he came his third time, I mean why should he have all the fun. David would be happy if we were doing this every day and night. But that's not how it happened, if he was lucky we would get together twice a week. As the weeks went by we began to do more, he wanted to wrestle me, which was fine but I made him put his boxers back on, and I wore my shorts and tee shirt. I know that sounds silly but I had these mental blocks about doing certain things with clothes on and off. Never, ever, at any time was *I* totally nude with David, I think he was hoping I would cave in and he even pleaded. But as long as I was dating Robert, he was the only man I was naked with, although we were not having sex (Yes folks I'm still a virgin. That didn't suddenly go away.) Anyway, I don't even know if you could call it wrestling, he was pathetic, but then again maybe that's the way he wanted it. I would bend and tie him up like a pretzel, he particularly enjoyed having me squish his guts in between my seriously strong, thick thighs. Crazy stuff huh, here is this guy red in the face, bruised, and obviously in discomfort yet he has a incredible big hard-on popping up in his shorts. ******* Like I said, I was still dating Robert, after all he WAS my boyfriend at the time and I enjoyed his company, and deeply cared for him and yes I'll even go so far as to say that at one point I was in love with him. Where my mind started having a hard time with things was going from one guy like David, who loved everything about me (my muscles in particular), to Robert who yes loved my body, but could care less if I went to the gym and worked out, he felt like if all I did was sit around on the couch I would still have a 'kick ass' figure. Maybe so, but exercise is a part of who I am. Robert was all intellectual, which is fine, but I wish I could have merged Robert and David and I would be damn close to, oh shit, then it hit me, I would end up with Dale, my first serious boyfriend back in College. Man, this is screwed up. I am screwed up. Oh well....anyway... So I admit, I take things for granted, like it's damn hard for a guy to control his sexual urges especially when some woman is laying naked next to him. You see, I slept over Robert's apartment a few times during the week and yet I kept slamming the brakes on. In the back of my mind I knew what was coming, the same train wreck that sent Dale and I off the track and into a big breakup, his urges began to override his logic. I probably should have learned my lesson, but nope not me. (Besides, between shuttling to work, the gym, David's, over to Robert's and my crazy life at home with Sharon...the shit was going to hit the fan sooner or later.) But what can I say, I enjoyed laying around on Robert's bed naked. I was 22, continuing to get physically harder all the time and I became more comfortable with my body in various states of undress (Undress around people I am very, very close to. NOT IN PUBLIC! or just casually.) But I guess it was hell for him, but I loved his soft caresses, he especially enjoyed touching my ass. On one occasion we were both naked, I was slightly on my left side as he lay on his right, with my head towards his feet, and his towards my feet. Kind of like a make-shift 69 position but on our sides. We just lay there touching and caressing one another, the fingers of his right hand boldly dipping deeper into the crack of my ass as he stroked his hand up and down, but I had no idea what he was ultimately going for, until I felt him graze my...well, you know. "Maybe we could try something different?" He asked. I took a deep breath and privately counted to ten so that I didn't blow up, because you see Dale had pulled this same tactic. Heck, every boyfriend I have been intimate with has asked for this, at some point. I mean I know I have a nice ass, but what's with you guys wanting to stick your dick in it? "No Robert." I sighed. "We...I mean, I'd be careful." He sat up a little. Well, I have to be blunt with him now, so I also prop myself up on my left elbow and flip some blonde hair out of my eyes, looking over at his head, which is kind of strange because like I said his head is down towards my knees. "No sex Robert." "But it's not the same." He protested. "Then how about this, NO penetration of any kind." I got more firm. "But you giving me *oral* is okay?" He asked. He was a smart guy and didn't get his back up, he asked in a very soft way so I wouldn't get really pissed. Let me catch you folks up on something, by this time I was in-fact giving Robert oral sex, he never came in my mouth mind you, but there were a few close calls. "Then let me clarify this, no penetration DOWN THERE....Got it! Not with anything!" I had this strict rule about waiting until I got married to have any kind of intercourse. "And if you keep bugging me about it..." My right hand reached over and gripped the base of his dick, firmly, "...no more of this." And I leaned over and I quickly ran my tongue over the head of his penis. "Okay...okay." He moaned suddenly as his penis twitched in my grasp. Boy, that got his attention and he was begging for my forgiveness now. Not even Dale got oral from me, so Robert should count his blessings and every once in awhile I had to bring him back into line. [On a side rant. Let me just say that I have never, and will never try anal sex. THAT IS THE EXIT DOOR PEOPLE!! What is wrong with all of you guys! All of my plumbing works perfect back there, you think I want to screw that up? And yet you keep on bugging me...and bugging me. You can't get in my front door so you try the back door...gheesh. I bet I could punch a hole in the wall and you'd be happy to stick your penis in it.] Even after that warning, Robert still had this preoccupation with my ass. Which is fine, I have a sexy ass, or so I'm told, so if my boyfriend/girlfriend wants to admire it, play with it, go right ahead. So, things settled back down, and I went ahead and became more conservative around Robert just to settle things down. Things seemed calm...nice, no pressure from him on anything. I finally had become close with Sharon, far closer then I ever thought possible. David was a little side snack and Robert was back in line. All was perfect...too perfect.