My Story Part 52
By Corbin
How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman.

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Blind Sided

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"I could never take a chance
Of losing love to find romance
In the mysterious distance
Between a man and a woman"
		-U2

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Before showing up at David's house again I decided to bring along some Eucerin 
lotion (one of my favorites), might as well put the boy to work, I figured since 
he likes to feel my muscles I'd have him rub lotion all over my body. 

But on this particular afternoon I was acting extremely hesitant about my 
selection of attire. You see, normally the most reveling thing I've worn was 
maybe my DKNY low-rise bikini underwear and sports bra. But I stood looking down 
into my underwear drawer for several minutes, toying with the idea that I wanted 
to wear something sexier, but was that too much? Going too far? Lot's of 
emotional things were going thru my mind, not that they hadn't before, but by 
this time David was having a hard time keeping his feelings for me in check. The 
way he was now saying things started to take on a heavier meaning. At first it 
was "I love your muscles, I love your body." while he watched me. But now, he 
was looking into my eyes, while speaking in a slow direct manner "I love 
everything about you Corbin." In essence he was trying to get as close to saying 
"I am in love with you." without actually saying it for fear of me slamming the 
brakes.

Crap! I was going to have to figure this out on my own because Sharon didn't 
know and so I couldn't sit down and get her opinion. I consoled myself by 
remembering that this was strictly a physical indulgence...NO! wrong idea, I 
hated that suggestion, it made all of this sound cheap and trashy. David was a 
nice guy, I knew him as a friend for years, he was so graceful and tender with 
his physical appreciation of my body and all the years of work I had put into 
it. It was like Robert satisfied my emotional, intellectual, and romantic needs, 
but neglected other areas, for example he was never really that interested in my 
sports and physical accomplishments, so that's where David came into the 
picture. Good grief this balancing act was getting harder to maintain. 

I wasn't trying to torture David by going ahead and deciding to wear the thong, 
but like I said, I did enjoy his reactions and praise, so for now it felt like 
this two way indulgence was still on track.

I opened my gym bag and handed him the bottle, he sat there, sitting on the edge 
of his bed, holding that lotion bottle and looking up at me. He was so cute, 
dressed in his typical GQ attire, another thing I liked about David, he was very 
neat and took extremely good care of his looks. He just sat star struck as I 
hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and slowly pushed down. His 
eyes then grew wide and I took note of the way his breathing intensified when he 
realized I was wearing a very high cut thong. I had shaved, very, very close 
that morning, so the Jockey microfiber thong cut a very narrow 'V' between my 
legs. I slowly turned around and looked over my shoulder while peeling off my 
tee shirt to now reveal my bra, both the bra and thong were 'sand' color, I was 
kind of going for a flesh colored look. 

I shook out my hair and placed my hand on my hips, "You like?" I asked with a 
smile, looking over my shoulder.

He never even said a word as he slowly stood up and stepped aside. His eyes 
never left my ass when I turned around to lie down on his bed, once on my 
stomach, I reached behind to unhook my bra so he could do my entire back. From 
the way he was trembling and acting so nervous you would think it was as if we 
were doing this for the first time, but I realized a pattern in his behavior, 
every time I showed up wearing less than the time before, he simply would become 
overwhelmed with excitement. It was a cute part of his personality.

There were moments, like at that moment in time, when my mind struggled with 
some ethical problems. What am I talking about? Well for one, there was a part 
of my brain that considered this cheating on Robert, and yes I know, it's 
because you just DO NOT get physical with anyone 'else' while you are dating 
someone. But I had rationalized things just enough (and remember the fact Robert 
was pushing me away from the gym.) and I decided to do this anyway, because for 
me there were no strings attached. I loved the 'worshiping' that David lavished 
on me, but as I lay there watching him I was once again struck with how 
emotionally attached David was becoming to me, wanting this to grow into a full-
blown relationship. He even got weepy once about me leaving Robert and said 
that he wanted me to date him exclusively. Yet again I chose to suppress these 
warning signs. 

My mind didn't get a chance to drift too far into thought as David began to 
remove his clothes and kneeled down next to the bed and whisper sweet 
compliments about how beautiful I was. Watching this nude boy sent a pang of 
guilt thru me, the guilt being that it wasn't Robert standing there, I mean how 
would *I* feel if Robert was doing this with some other girl? Certainly puts 
things into perspective. 

"Corbin?" Came his voice, low and soft. I opened my eyes, never realizing I had 
closed them and smiled when I looked over at his face, "Hmm?" I just replied.

"Can I see your breasts?" And he gave this sheepish smile as if he knew the 
answer already but still wanted to ask. I guess with my bra unhooked for the 
first time, although laying face down, he maybe got this glimmer of hope about 
one of my rules being set aside this afternoon.

"Sorry David." I said.

"I understand." He sighed and his left hand came up and touched my shoulder, 
following the outline of my muscles and then moved to my back. Damn, he should 
charge for this stuff, I mean he gives a great massage. It didn't take long 
before the palm of his hand was resting on my right ass cheek and I flexed it 
within his gentle grasp.

"You have the firmest, smoothest ass I have ever seen Corbin." He sighed and 
leaned over to kiss it. I just smiled as he stroked both of my cheeks, now he 
had done this before, but thru the fabric of my bikini underwear, now it was 
bare skin he was touching and it had a dramatic effect for the both of us, and 
yes I was now very wet and horny. 

He started to stand up and I was momentarily presented with the sight of his 
full-blown erection as he climbed onto the bed.  I felt the heat of his body 
hovering over my back and I closed my legs together before felling his naked 
body brushing against my skin as he straddled the back of my thighs. It was a 
bit unnerving to be wearing so little as I felt the stiff hairs of his balls 
nestle down into the crease of my thighs. Conveniently, from where he had 
positioned himself, his hard penis was now resting against the crack of my ass 
as he leaned over and began to spread the lotion. 

As I laid there I guess my mind did begin to entertain the idea of what kind of 
boyfriend David might make, but I just can't shake the fact that I didn't have 
*those* types of feelings for him. I allowed him to do what he was doing because 
it pleased me at the time...sounds superficial and self serving, but for some 
reason I really didn't care. I just did it because if felt good to be worshiped, 
David would not date anyone else while we were seeing one another for these 
muscle-worship sessions, even though I tried to nudge him in that direction. 
Lord knows he had the chance because he was a good looking guy, good job with a 
great personality. I know, he was hoping I would change my mind and see him in a 
different light.

Well sure enough, the brushing of his penis on my butt sent him into orbit and 
he ended up cumming all over my back. (Again, making him clean that up 
promptly.) I swear, he was able to cum without ever touching himself, and I 
certainly was not going to go there, again one of those quirky rules I had about 
touching his privates. He was damn lucky I let him get his 'stuff' on me, but 
hey, it's not like I was going to stop him and give directions "HEY! SHOOT THAT 
JUNK IN THAT DIRECTION!"  

When he got down to my butt I decided to let him massage the lotion all over my 
firm buns, which he did lovingly...he spent an extraordinary amount of 
time doing. I just sighed with pleasure as I listened to him say things like;
"You have the most perfect ass." But I had to give him a warning when he 
worked his hands down between my legs and got too close to my crotch. Trying to 
be sneaky.

Overall it was delicious, the feeling of the lotion being massaged all over my 
body. When I rolled over I could see the disappointment on his face when I re-
clasped my bra. He loved massaging my abdominal muscles and 'came' a second time 
while working on my thighs.

Wow, I was fully rested and he was totally spent as he curled up next to me, 
resting his head on my shoulder.

And then he finally said it..."I love you Corbin." he sighed while stroking my 
face. "I know you don't feel the same, it's okay, I just wanted to tell you that 
I am 'In Love' with you. I know saying it might mean...well, better I say for my 
own reasons then keep it bottled up." He sighed and sounded pretty shaken up, 
his voice got that tremble in it and he might have even been crying some. I just 
laid there, staring at the ceiling and stroked his forearm, wishing I could ease 
his pain. I didn't know what I was going to do after hearing that, and part of 
me took that as the ultimate compliment because some people go they're entire 
lives without out ever being on the receiving end of those words. But I also was 
seriously contemplating that I should put an end to this.

And then the decision was made for me...

When my eyes opened it still looked a little light outside but something 
wasn't right, the clock said AM, not PM. As in 5:42AM!

IT'S THE NEXT DAY! 

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!

Poor David, I bolted upright and in a panic and yelled "IS THAT CLOCK RIGHT?!"

David scrambled to get his bearings and reached for his watch on the floor 
looking back up at the nightstand clock several times rubbing his eyes. "It's 
almost 6:00......AM" He said in a groggy voiced.

"Shit, shit, shit...damn." A string of profanity left my mouth as I practically 
knocked him down to get to my clothes. This was a potential nightmare, I had 
slept the whole night at David's and that can never happen! Obviously after he 
was done rubbing me down we both fell asleep and literally woke up with him 
still curled up next to me. David did his best to be accommodating, asking if 
there is anything he could do, but I knew the shit was going to hit the fan when 
I turned no my cell phone. Sure enough I had dozens of voice and text messages 
waiting for me from Sharon and Robert. They were totally justified in their 
concern, the only person that knew I was over David's, was David.

I was rushing to the door, mentally checking everything, got my gym bag, 
clothes on...everything packed...good! But I suddenly stopped at the door and 
turned around, David was trailing behind, trying to get dressed with this look 
of panic on his face.

"David..." I sighed and he stepped in close, I took his hand and kissed him on 
the cheek. "...I really have to go, sorry for bolting like this." I also had 
this sad feeling that this was the last time we would be getting together...just 
a gut feeling.

Okay, keep it together girl...must focus and get home...I've got lots of 
explaining to do. I was unlocking my car and taking deep breaths as I decided if 
I was going to spill my guts (because when pressed I am a terrible liar) or do I 
try and contrive some bullshit story. And then it all unraveled before my very 
eyes. I looked up and thought I was seeing things, then my stomach got that sick 
tight feeling as I saw Robert's car pull up in front. 

'Is this some kind of sick joke?' I thought. I tried reading Robert's 
expression; He looked a mess, more so emotionally as he stepped out of the car 
and walked towards me not even shutting off the engine. He had tears in his eyes 
as he approached, which choked me up terribly, I kept telling myself, keep it 
together.  

"What the hell is going on Corbin?" He said, looking at me and around as if to 
see if anyone else was there.

"Robert please, let's go back to your place and talk." I walked over to him and 
touched his arms.

"No Corbin! Tell me, were you here seeing a guy? What's going on!" Now the tears 
were coming and he had that sick, pale look on his face.

"David is just a friend, that's all Robert." By now I was feeling nauseous and 
close to tears myself.

"David...David....who's David?" He just repeated as if trying to comprehend the 
name, maybe recall anything that would make sense.

"Look..." But I was interrupted as I followed his line of sight and saw David 
standing on the steps a few yards away. Well, this is just getting better by the 
minute...let's see how I get out of this.

"Is that him!" Robert pointed at David, who just kind of stood there in a moment 
of bewilderment, he looked as disheveled as I did in his boxers and wrinkled t-
shirt. Damn, the evidence is piling up faster then my little brain can work 
things out. Robert started walking towards David who initially took a step back 
before saying, "I'm calling the cops Corbin."

"NO." I snapped and caught up with Robert grabbing him by the arm.

"What were you doing, I deserve the truth!"

"Nothing!"

"BULLSHIT!"

And back and forth it went with David interrupting a few times, Robert 
threatening to kick his ass and David telling him to go to hell and that I 
should leave him 'cause he doesn't appreciate the "Real" me. Now Robert is like 
'What does he mean, THE REAL YOU? Corbin!'

Well, at this point I figured a 'group-hug' isn't going to solve any of this so 
now it was my turn to snap.

"Shut up!" and I get in Robert's face and literally push him aside, causing him 
to stumble back and I'm now walking towards David, and I'm pissed (Not that I 
have a right to be angry, but my plans are all down the toilet and I'm not one 
of those jelly-spine-girls who stands idly by and weeps while guys thump there 
chests at each other. Never have been, never will be.) Now David's never really 
seen me mad like this and he takes a few steps back.

"David! Get your ass inside NOW!" I point, seething between my clenched teeth, 
but he's just whining and protesting, not wanting to budge. So I do what 
normally works for me, I storm up and give him a hard shove almost knocking him 
down and tell "Get inside!", now this causes his eyes to go wide with fear and 
he bolts into the house, looking over his shoulder with this kind of nervous, 
scared look and he's getting really upset now with tears welling up.

Robert is standing right behind me as I spin around and that's when I blast him,
"Get your ass out of here! I'll call you later!" And walk to my car.

"What? You'll what? Wait...What the fuck!" 

I point to his car as I'm walking, "I swear Robert you better move your ass, 
your car is blocking mine and if you don't move it I will, and I'll put the damn 
thing in the nearest ditch when I do!" 

Well, he's walking to his car now, saying things like "I can't believe your 
doing this!"

"Just move the damn car!" I yell, which startles him and now he's double-timing 
it, I hear him bark some unkind words at me, which I can't really blame him. I 
mean, you show up at some house to see your girlfriend walking out of a guys 
place, what would you be doing? 

So now, I'm about to get in my car and realize I need to calm him down, he 
doesn't look like he's slept all night and so I wave him down before he pulls 
away. He's practically sobbing as I kneel down next to his window and reach in 
to stroke his head and neck, "Robert, shhh, it's okay, just calm down okay. I'll 
follow you to your place all-right?"

He's better, but still pretty upset and I can understand. I get in my car and 
close my eyes, I need to relax a little, I can't get into traffic all cranked up 
like this. This is just great, I've thrown an emotional wrecking ball straight 
into the path of two guys, lord what a mess. I can't shake the image of David, 
leaving him devastated like that, worse of all was the expression on his face as 
I was pulling out of the driveway, I caught a glimpse of him looking out his 
window, it was awful. 

I even thought about going to the gym, because with so much anger I bet it would 
be good to utilize that energy by lifting some weights. Anyway, we get to 
Robert's and he's in better shape, he's angry now and he keeps repeating, "Just 
tell me the truth." Well, angry or not I'm calling the shots now so I tell him 
to take a seat and shut up. I try to keep my cool and sit down on the sofa with 
him, taking his hands into mine, softly stroking his forearm.

"Robert, listen to me, David is just a friend. I never kissed him and there was 
never anything romantic going on." (So far so good, and that was the truth.) "I 
went by his place yesterday and fell asleep on the couch." (Big fat lie) "I just 
totally zoned out."

Back and forth the conversation goes, he teeters between wanting to believe me 
and still trying to dig...beg...pry for any missing pieces, but there is no way 
I'm going to open that can of worms about David and I. Finally, after about a 
Half-hour I'm fed up and stand, he's grabbing for my hands and pleading me to 
stay and that's when I finally say it...

...that phrase that nobody wants to here.

"Robert, we need a break!" and I jerk my hand away from his and head to the 
door. 

Oh brother, he's really upset now and tugging at my arm...my shirt...I mean, he 
really wasn't being that pathetic, he just wanted to talk and was trying to keep 
himself somewhat together, trying to keep *us* together, but who can blame him, 
in a matter of minutes our entire relationship just went 'bye-bye' or at least 
it seemed that way.

I get out the door and I'm now flipping open my cell phone and dialing Sharon 
while walking to my car, I figure I've got one more firing squad to face and 
here goes...

She's concerned but quiet and that tells me one thing, she's pissed...I mean 
really pissed. Sharon's overly protective and worries about me. I appreciate 
that, I really do. When I get to the townhouse I'm actually feeling exhausted as 
I trudge up the sidewalk but for some reason I am overcome with the incredible 
sense of......well......relief, which is odd because I've just walked away from 
two separate relationships with two decent guys. Knowing how I am, once things 
get 'out of sorts', I just want to move on and in a matter of hours my 
relationship with both David and Robert was over, two situations of my creation 
that were destined to collide. 

And now I see Sharon standing on the front porch and she looks relieved to 
see me, but still pissed. She comes down the steps and greets me with a warm, 
tight hug, 'Ah, that's better.' I think and smile assuming the worst of it is 
over, but not so fast. Sharon steps back and with her left hand smacks me on my 
right shoulder, and I mean hard! I yelp loudly, it was that hard of a smack as 
I'm now rubbing the sore Spot, "What the hell Sharon!"

"That's for making me worry!" 

Lord have mercy, I now have to endure a lengthy scolding like a parent to a 
child as she's dragging me by the sleeve and pulling/pushing me into the house 
and I mean she's being rough, but (and this is tough to admit) I liked it.

That's okay, I'm rough on the guys, and she's rough on me, so I guess it all 
balances out.