My Story Part 57 By Corbin ********** Fair Warning; There is no *action* in this. This is really nothing more then expanding on the dynamics of my relationships, which I prefer writing about anyway. I know many of you suffer from Story ADD and have to have your quick-action-fix, so if that's your thing, skip this. Wasn't that nice of me to include the above disclaimer? ********** How do I get myself into these situations? About a month ago I decided to tag along with a friend of mine from work, she has a five year old playing soccer with the YMCA and it was going to be the first day of the fall Season. Holy cow, this kid never stops talking, do all five year olds yap this much? Blah, blah, blah...It was like one, long run-on sentence during the fifteen-minute ride over to the elementary school field. So anyway, it was a Saturday morning and I thought it would be cool to check this out. Not at all prepared for what I was about to get myself into. Anyway, we arrive to an ocean of mini-vans, SUV's and hundreds of kids...parents...grand parents. Shit, Soccer is huge...I mean I knew it was a big deal and parents enrolled they're kids in it all the time, but this was CRAZY!!! And remember, I used to play it! So we arrive on field number 8, at this point I'm getting a real kick out of watching all the activity. Out of all the teams there, my friend Anne's Team had no coach assigned, some kind of screw up (Figures!). So now there are a bunch of confused parents looking around and awkwardly trying to figure out what to do. The 'Y' has an information booth setup on the field that gives them their uniforms and an information packet, but still no coach. (At this point I wish I had a crystal ball or just wasn't so clueless all the time.) "Anyone have any soccer experience?" One of the mom's pipes up. "Don't you play?" My friend Anne looks over at me. Now my mouth is opening, but nothing is coming out, I'm paralyzed as my brain has frozen. I am now the center of everyone's focus and slowly realize where this is heading. SHIT! DAMN! FUCK! What was I going to say? What could I say? I've got 8 little kids and all these parents looking at me now. I know what is about to happen and I take a deep breath before speaking; "In College..." I started. "You even had a scholarship, right?" Anne jumps in. (Thanks Anne! Not exactly but close.) "Well..." I'm stuttering and looking around and I guess I'm screwed now. "...I'll Coach them, if you want?" I shrug, of course no one else offered. Just great so now I've got to switch into game mode, but wait...these are mostly inexperienced little kids and I can't just start barking orders at them, I have to make it fun. Bunch of little monkeys, bouncing balls off each other's heads, and one little girl is wondering off the field to pick flowers and they are not paying attention! And it's like trying to corral wild Indians. What a mess! Not only that, but I have to type up a 'Phone Tree' so all the parents can keep up with everyone else as well as organize bringing snacks for the kids after practice. And no one told me that periodically, without warning, these little snot nose kids will have a breakdown, crying fit because he/she suddenly decides he/she doesn't want to play anymore. I'm looking at the parents sitting off on the sideline wanting to yell 'Come get your stinking kid!'. Gheesh, so for the next two months (or longer if rain delays happen), every Saturday morning I have to Coach soccer for a bunch of kids. It was a reaffirming decision in one aspect, I will never...EVER...have kids. (Little chance of that happening anyway, I don't foresee Nikki ever being able to impregnate me. Or I her, thank god.) I love the little darlings for about an hour every Saturday morning, but after that, keep them away from me. Jumping all over me and getting whacked upside the head by a stray ball...lord have mercy...is this payback for something I've done? I must be doing something right, all the parents praise my coaching. They're not so bad and sometimes I'm laughing pretty hard at their antics. BUT STILL NO KIDS FOR ME!!! Fortunately, Nikki took pity on me and comes to help assist with the Coaching. We're an awesome team, that's true in all aspects of our relationship. The Fall Season doesn't necessarily mean cooler weather around here. By 10:30am the humidity if forcing me to peel off my track suite, getting down to my shorts and tee shirt. So guess what happened? Well, the first couple of weekends barely any of the Dads showed up, but now they ALL show up. My network of spies informed me that word spread quickly "The coach (that's me) is hot". Very creepy to have all the Dad's and older brothers showing up to watch me instead of their kids. But you have to block that stuff out, and you have to be careful in how you respond to compliments, you see every once in awhile a father will slip up and be overly complimentary, right in front of his wife! "Wow, you've got great legs...arms...whatever..." Which gets an annoying glare from his wife (directed at him, not me.) But I just humbly brush the compliment aside, deflecting the attention because I get along with all the Soccer moms great, women can get bitchy/catty if they feel some "other" woman is the object of their husband's attention/lust. ********** So, now I'm starting to get a dose of Sharon's jealousy, talking about Jenna resulted in this: "What's with you suddenly being on a first name basis with this bitch? Jenna? Is that her name?" "It used to be 'That girl' at the gym, now it's 'Jenna'?" Sharon continued with her tirade. But she didn't stop there, "...and I bet she has the hots for you too! That's just fucking great!" Sharon would wave her arms in the air, getting very animated in her fits of anxiety. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "What are you implying?" I challenged her. "Sorry...sorry, I'm just upset that's all. I know you would never do anything, sorry." Very peculiar, adjusting to this side of Sharon, I never saw this when she dated guys. I cut her some slack, she was an emotional basket case, dealing with the fact we were both girls in a relationship with one another. She forbid the words "Gay", "Lesbian", "Dyke" to be used in the house and got very defensive. Not that we ever used those words but she was always making comments how she hated those words. ********** Now comes time for me to share the "Beach Trip", this took place during the summer of 2003. It began, as all things with Sharon begin, by a grand entrance. She practically came busting thru the front door shouting, "I'VE GOT AWESOME NEWS!!!!" panting some, obviously having been running to bring me this news. I looked up from where I sat on my bed and my eyes grew wide as Sharon advanced at a rapid pace, showing no signs of slowing until she finally leapt into the air, tackling me. I groaned as Sharon landed on top of me, playfully wrestling and sitting on top of my stomach. "OH YES!!!...YES! YES! YES!" Sharon pumped her fist into the air. I simply propped myself up onto my elbows, "Are you going to let me in on your...muummppffff!!" But my words were cut short as Sharon had leaned down to cover my mouth with kisses. "You know my parents just bought that Beach House right?" Sharon spouted, licking the sloppy kiss from her lips. "Yeah...yeah" I said as I now lay on my back. (If I never had to hear about that stupid beach house again...god I get tired of Sharon's bragging sometimes.) "Well, next mouth it's ours for a whole week, they will be away and we can have it the whole week! Maybe we could even invite some friends. Now that I think about it, this could be one hell of a party week! HOT DAMN!" "You mean invite YOUR friends." I complained. "No, you can invite some of yours too if you like, I think I can deal with them. Besides, it's three stories and has eight bedrooms. I doubt we will be on top of one another...." Sharon let a sinister smirk form on her lips, "Except for you! I plan on being on top of you every chance I get." Sharon leaned forward. "I don't think so." I smiled, and my right arm came around while pushing off with my left, quickly sitting up to spin Sharon around. Which caused her to gasp and let out a high pitched squeal. Now our positions were reversed so I lay atop Sharon's body, she eagerly latched her long legs around my waist, pulling me in tight. "This position is fine too." Sharon purred, her eyes grew wide with a new idea, "Uh-Oh What?'" I looked down suspiciously. "Stay home from the gym tonight, please, you've been going almost every night now and I want to spend some more time with you." Sticking out her full bottom lip, Sharon put on her best pouting expression, as she played with my hair. "Okay." "Really?'" Sharon squealed and increased her grip with her thighs. After dinner that evening, we simply laid around the house. Sharon stretched out on the sofa with me laying along side, although I had scooted several inches down so my head was resting in-between her bosom, neither of us were really tuned into what was on the TV. This is kind of how we lounged around the house in the evening, just cuddling and holding one another. As I indicated many...many paragraphs ago, Sharon had taken the more dominate role in our relationship as I spent most of the time wrapped in her protective arms, my head resting against her chest or shoulder as Sharon would lazily stroke my hair, arms or chest. "You ever get horny for some guys dick to be inside of you?" She asked. Hopefully by now, I've dispelled any thought of Sharon being a prim and proper lady just because she comes from money, society, and all of that. Some of the things that would fly out her mouth with little to no warning, such as at that moment in time. "SHARON!!" I would bark, "Don't be vulgar!" "How is that vulgar?" She'd laugh, "Look, when I was dating Paul, I actually enjoyed the sex. It was damn fine." She'd sigh in obvious retrospect. "Oh, this is exactly what I want to hear." I would complain. I never fully understood why Sharon would needle me with this line of questioning. "So..." Sharon looked down with a serious, yet curious expression, "WELL!?" Sharon demanded, patting me on the head in an annoying fashion. "YES! Is that what you want to hear?" I admitted. "Yes, I get horny for 'IT', so what?". "I thought so." And she scooted out from between me and the back of the sofa to climbed on top of me. "I promise not to pester you about it anymore, I just was curious." "Uh-huh" I moaned but looked away, kind of annoyed. "Oh, what? Your pissed at me now?" Sharon sat up, still astride my abs. "Yeah, cause you say things like that just to tease me." I mumbled. "Sorry, I sometimes can be insensitive to the fact you're a virgin." She sighed and brushed my hair from my face. "On purpose Sharon, you needle me on that topic on purpose. Do you get some perverse pleasure out of making me uncomfortable?" I just sneered. "No, I..." She was stumbling over her words now. "...I don't understand why your so sensitive about it, when your obviously proud of the fact." "What? Proud has nothing to do with it. It's that we're laying here nice and comfortable and you ask me a question in the most vulgar manner possible. You could choose a dozen different ways to ask me that, you know you could have, you're educated and can be very polite and refined when you want to be." I decided to just let her have it, but held back on some other issues, not wanting to open a can of worms about the fact that I wondered if it was her way of driving a wedge between us, maybe she misses being in a relationship with a man. After all, her family has high expectations of her marrying one day. "So, are you going to make me beg you for your forgiveness?" Sharon leaned over tugging at my shoulders, the fingers of her left hand snaking their way under my Nightshirt. "Pretty pleeeeeaaaaassseeee...I'm sorry baby." Sharon leaned in as her warm breath and lips caressed the outside of my ear, and when her tongue shot out and dipped it's wetness in and around, it caused my whole body to shudder. "You better stop..." I moaned as Sharon left hand quickly found its intended target, her fingers gently massaging my already stiff nipple. "Am I forgiven?" Sharon moaned. "Nooo..." I groaned, but with a quick twist on my hard pink nub I gave a quick grunt of "Yes!...ohh fuck yes!" "That's better." Sharon moved her hand away from my chest and slowly caressed my soft check. "You fucking witch." I sighed. "That I am, and you're under my spell." Sharon smiled before standing up, pulling me to my feet as we went to get ready for bed. (I have little secrets, things that I keep for my own. I guess there are certain things in my room that I am very territorial about. As you'll see, it can be something rather small and silly.) "Corbin?" "Hmmm" I sighed in a low voice. "What's in that box that you keep all locked up?" Sharon slowly walked towards my dresser as I climbed into bed. I closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, "Promise you won't make fun of me if I show you?" "What?" Sharon looked stunned, "What is it'" She asked again, "Why would I make fun of you? I wouldn't do that." "Okay...okay..." I slowly got up and pulled open the bottom dresser, and fished around for something. A minute later I withdrew a key and inserted it into the slot, a quick turn and the latch gave. "It's a silly thing, but it was something I held onto because..." I had to pause because my emotions snuck up on me "...back then I didn't know if our friendship would survive, so..." I swallowed hard, "So...I decided to hold onto this as a reminder of better times." I suddenly stopped speaking and looked away, my arm quickly shot out and handed it over to Sharon. I watched her pull the picture in close and lean towards the bedside lamp. It was a picture of me and Sharon right after a High School State Track Meet; I was standing in my track shorts and tank top with Sharon by my left, she was decked out in her Cheer uniform her fist upraised, two fingers forming a victory 'V', our arms tightly clinging around one another's necks. The picture looked spontaneous, we were tired and sweaty from a long hot day outside as we flashed big smiles, looking truly happy. "I remember," Sharon grinned faintly, "Not long after we met and we were both still set on going to different Colleges." My heart was in my throat when Sharon looked up at me and tears streaked from her eyes, "I decided to follow you to Duke. I guess had we gone away to separate schools, so far away, we might have parted ways for good." "You thought I would make fun of something like this?" Sharon cried. Her fingers delicately ran over the outside of the picture. I just shrugged and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, drawing my knees up. Sharon reached an arm around my neck and pulled me close so I could rest on against her shoulder. Like I said, silly little secrets.