Temptation Part 43 By Corbin How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman. I was a ragging bitch at the gym yesterday. I have become fed up with people that 'hang out' and 'sit around' on equipment while socializing. The worse offenders are the ones that prop themselves up on some equipment with no intention of exercising, they are just sitting and waiting for their boyfriend or girlfriend to finish their workout on some adjacent piece of equipment. So I stretch while waiting for this scrawny, blonde, idiot girl to unmount herself from the sit-up bench (I don't know the fucking techno name, so I call it the sit-up bench cause that is what it's for). She is just sitting on it, not doing sit-ups, not doing anything, for like ten damn minutes! So I am on the ground nearby stretching out, facing the wall so guys don't stare at my crotch while I spread my legs out. I'm wearing knee length shorts, but guys pretend they have x-ray vision and stare anyway, or try and get a shot of cleavage or something. Anyway, back to the reason why I am beginning to implode, this dumb- shit is sitting like a statue on this equipment. Well, my imploding has no where else to go, so I must vent and stand up and turn towards this stick figure with big boobs, all dressed up in her tight pink sweat-pants and pink T-shirt and I say: "Would you mind removing yourself so I can use it to workout." "You can ask nicely." She slowly stands up in a huff. She's about my height, but there's no doubt I can wad her up like a paper cup and stuff her into the waste basket. Although I've never seen her around the gym so she probably doesn't know me or about me (Listen to me will you, I sound so important). "If you want to lounge around you can park your ass up front where the waiting area is." I snap back. "Whatever! God your a bitch!" She huffs and walks off. Now I am happy, smiling as I begin doing my sit-ups. Some people carry anger and frustration with them all day long, I usually let stuff go and tune it out, or channel it into my workout. I assume she ran off and blabbed to her boyfriend, cause now she is following some guy around and he's shooting me these hard, tough, chest-thumping looks. I offer up a few smirks in his direction, something I do to bait someone and find out if they are all bark, so what did tough guy do? I'll tell you what he did, nothing! Little punk, he was all bark...oh well, I was in the mood to vent some more too. I was hoping tough-guy was going to say something to me. Actually he was probably thinking about asking me out on a date :) , god I can have such a swelled head sometimes :). Next time, I'll have to tell you kind readers about the click of girl's at my gym that have formed the official anti-Corbin league. As if I don't have enough shit to put up with! (Actually I don't, my life is pretty easy going, but that sounded good as I was typing.) Part 43 "Let me see your arms!" And with that one simple demand I knew I was about to turn a corner with Sharon. It was late in the evening as I sat watching from my comfortable position on the couch. Sharon on the other hand was suddenly leaning forward in her chair, eyes taking dead-aim at me. I don't feel like re-psycho-analyzing the sudden interest that Sharon began to take in me, but I suspected it did bother her to show so much interest in muscles, muscles on another girl I should say. But if it did bother her to any extent, she never allowed that fact to restrain her method of prodding me with greater intensity. I think I simply froze as I sat lounging on the couch watching TV, Sharon was off sitting to my right. I was wearing long baggy sweats (I own allot of sweat pants so don't think I wear the same stinky pair all the time), anyway, my legs and arms were completely covered, hence her demand to see my arms. But why now? And why the aggressive tone? I just chalked it up to how Sharon was, very forward and bossy. "Wha..?..." I know it came out sounding muffled and weak. "I am doing no such thing, I'm....uhhh.......I'm...trying to watch TV." and I just ground my butt into the sofa, trying to sink into the pillows. Wish I could hide under the pillows more like it. "How much can you lift?...you know, bench press and all that stuff?" Sharon eyes were wide with interest, worse still, Sharon's deep blues were flashing that playful mischievous look she gets sometimes. "You're getting weird on me again." I just complained and cocked an eyebrow in her direction. But in the very next moment Sharon sprang from her chair, literally leaping from the chair to the couch in one fluid movement like a cat, and in a flash she was next to me on the sofa, her feet tucked under her butt. "Show me." Sharon leaned in. How did I respond? Not like you might imagine, I just kind of leaned away and slumped into my corner of the couch. Almost cowardly as my brunette friend continued to lean towards me, which was all very strange for me, to cower from my friend like this. I could have easily brushed Sharon aside, but instead, found myself being submissive, although reluctantly. I was kind of freaking out some. And then Sharon just began to beam this big goofy smile, her hands on her hips while she looked down at me. Sharon was no doubt a gorgeous girl, her long brown hair pulled hastily into a ponytail, long strands swayed down around her face and neck, her skin freshly tan from a trip to the tanning salon. "No...I'm going to my room now." Something in me snapped and I just had to get out of here, so I quickly leaned forward to get up. "Ohhhh NO your not!" The voice from behind said in a more determined tone.......and before my butt could leave the couch Sharon had thrown her right arm around my neck, while her slender tan leg snaked around my waist, digging in between my legs to try and hook a foot into the crook of my right knee. "Wha....the HELL!!???" I yelped, completely caught off guard, I kind of froze in total shock at Sharon's sudden aggressive behavior. Sharon was literally trying to wrestle me off the sofa and onto to the ground, "You're going to show me and your going to do it now!" Sharon's wrestling skills are fair (okay they flat out suck, but I feel like being nice), she was just kind of making junk up that was rather easy for me to simply power out of. But I'll be damned if she wasn't like some freaking octopus with her arms and legs constantly reattaching to any part of my body she could grab. "You're going to show me, one way or another." Sharon growled. Just so you know, Sharon and I have wrestled in the past, just goofing around, but I really wasn't in the mood right now and worse still I was grappling with some of my own demons at the moment. So allot of physical contact with Sharon right now was not helping things. "Sharon, you're crazy! Have you lost it, get off me!" I just fumed, but Sharon didn't answer she kept trying to push and pull me to the ground. At this point I had several options, I could have easily flipped Sharon over my side and onto the ground to get her off me, or I could just get pissed and stand up with her still attached to my back and fling her off with brute force, which might injure her, or....and I can't believe I even considered this....I could just get this little game over with and play along, just go down for the count. I can't believe I chose the last option, I simply went limp and let her push me down onto the living room rug. I rolled over onto my back and that's pretty much how we ended up, with me sprawled out on the floor as Sharon climbed on top of me. I think she was going for some effect by trying to grapevine my legs, but I would just flex my thighs and straighten them out, popping out of her hold, I smiled a little when I did that. Sharon simply got red in the face and a little pissed off when she would realize she was no match for my strength. "Damn bitch!" She huffed, but what she did next was absolutely shocking to me as her hands went to work, gripping and tugging on my sweatshirt, it was obvious she had given up the leg battle and pulled up her knees slightly to try and squeeze my waist in-between her bare thighs. My hands immediately went to dislodge my fingers from my sweatshirt. "There we go." Sharon huffed with some effort as she sat up further on my chest. "Ok!...Ok!.....I give, get off!" I blurted out. "Damn right your going to give." Sharon seemed to scold down at me, which looking back was kind of a turn on. Wait a second! What happened to all the light hearted banter? I mean Sharon looked pissed now and determined to follow thru on this no matter what *I* wanted, it all really went against my normal mode of operation to get pushed around like this. But my brain was short- circuiting on the raw emotion and physical energy from this little tussle, it was like some sexual wrecking ball was swinging around inside my brain, throwing all of my senses off balance. Trying to keep all of my desires in check was like trying to keep a bottle cap on a volcano ready to explode. I glanced down for a second and followed Sharon's long toned legs as they adjusted themselves on either side of my waist, periodically flexing with effort. But that wasn't the main distraction, you see Sharon's white shorts had proceeded to ride up into her crotch exposing more skin then I cared to see at this time. Fuck what is wrong with me? "OW! WHAT THE FUCK!" I grunted when Sharon suddenly sat up and slammed her firm butt into my gut. "Hold still!" Sharon demanded, obviously in reference to me ripping her hands away from my sweatshirt. I mean really, did she expect me to just lay still while she tore my clothes off. But then I made a fatal error, I looked down again, and I could see the folds of those white shorts had fallen open along Sharon's crotch, exposing her pink underwear. 'Jesus' I thought, 'everything about Sharon is so ultra feminine.' Her manners, clothes, perfume, 'but that is what most guys loved about her' I pondered. As Sharon continued to struggle with my resisting arms (Trust me, I wasn't resisting that hard anymore), my eyes were still roaming over every inch of my best-friends body, Sharon had some of the smoothest skin I had ever seen and exuded such a sensual quality. Is this how guys check out girls? No wonder I'm so screwed up. Anyway, while she didn't have the muscle tone that I did, her arms and legs were still defined. Sharon's yellow tank top stretched against her well endowed breasts, extremely firm and round, and she was wearing no bra. By now, I was pretty messed up in the head as I seemed to now be hypnotized by the sway of Sharon's cleavage. I actually felt like crying I was so distressed by how my body was reacting to all of this and so what did I do next? I just went limp, allowing Sharon to lean forward and mock pin my arms out to my left and right, moving them up above my head and then off to the side again as she continued to roll, push and press her crotch against my stomach, I had no idea what effect that was having on her, but it was pure torture...emotionally and sexually on me. Why didn't I put a stop to this? Maybe I wanted it to happen? And now I was actually letting it happen! I began to not only doubt my sexual orientation, but my sanity, because I've never allowed someone to physically push me around like this, but now I was not only enjoying it, but craving it...from Sharon that is. The only thing was, was she on the same wavelength as me with this, or was this all fun and games to her? Maybe I got my answer when a VERY awkward silence ensued, Sharon remain astride me as her eyes simply roamed over my face, back into my eyes and then back down again. "See....your not so tuff." Sharon finally spoke although her tone changed to more teasing in nature. "Nope....not so tuff.........'uncle' I give," My head came around and noticed the slight change in Sharon's expression. She had paused for some reason as she looked down and then sat up letting her hands go from my wrists. "Now, as I said, off with this top!" Sharon dug her fingers back into my sweatshirt and proceeded to roughly pull and yank on it, chuckling a bit as she did so. I was a zombie at this point, the first time I can vividly recall falling under Sharon's spell and I let my arms float upward so Sharon could pull the shirt up and over my head. "Satisfied now?" I said, and while I was cooperating, my tone wasn't so friendly, yet still I just laid their now in my black tank top. "Daaaamnnnnnn Corbin..." Sharon sat back and blurted out. Which for some reason surprised me, although to be fair I am used to seeing myself in the mirror all the time so my muscles don't stand out as they would to someone else. What made the moment awkward wasn't Sharon touching me, but how she was touching me, like I was some object to be poked and prodded. Like the way her left hand reached down and grabbed my meaty right shoulder, her fingers began to probe my muscles in examination. But suddenly she softened her touch, using her fingernails to start at my sternocleidomastoid, tracing along my muscles that seemed to etch their way under my skin, and she didn't stop until she got a little past my biceps, down to my brachialis. You know those little shivers you get, up thru your back...along your neck and that tingly sensation that kind of spreads? Well that's what I was feeling. I didn't even feel the weight of her body resting on-top of me any longer. "How long have you been working out?......about four or five years now....longer?" Sharon asked me, in a much more serious tone, and there was a real innocence to her question as she softly touched and pinched at my skin and muscles. I shrugged, and mumbled some stupid reply like, "Yeah, about that long." Without warning, my body involuntarily froze, it was a subconscious reaction to a new sensation just a little further down my body. 'Oh fuck' I thought as I shifted my legs around in response to a slight tickle deep in my vagina. God I can be so weak sometimes... I suppose something clicked with me, that maybe I should end this little verbal and physical bantering before Sharon, or I, crossed a line from which there was no return. In a movement that tried to convey something casual, I simply brought my arms up and started to push off on Sharon's hips. "Hey!" Sharon gasped and grabbed my hands trying to pry them from her hips, "What do you think your doing!?" This response simply shocked the shit out of me, Sharon didn't appear to be relenting her position of physical and psychological dominance just yet and like some big dork I just went along, relaxing my arms. My anxiety level and distress went thru the roof with what Sharon did next, instead of brushing my hands and arms away, she interlaced her fingers with mine so we held hands, palm-to-palm. My chest was in a rapid sequence of expanding as I sucked air into my lungs, I think there was no hiding my excitement any longer...I felt full of shame as my mind and body continued down this slippery slope. I admit it, her touch was warm and invitingly smooth as Sharon pressed softly at first letting our palms glide over one another. For the first time since I have ever known Sharon, our skin on skin contact conveyed something more then friendly, something purposeful, and caring. Sharon started to push first, and I resisted but only for a moment while I slipped into what would become a fairly regular role in my relationship with Sharon, the more submissive one. Although I was taller and stronger then Sharon, something just snapped in my head and found something extremely comforting in this experience. My muscles relaxed and I allowed my arms to be slowly pinned above my head as I submissively looked up, by now my lips were trembling with an uncomfortable smile as Sharon leaned over, pushing down. "....and where do you think your going my little friend?" If I was misreading Sharon's signals, then I was heading into therapy for a long time. "Come on tough girl, let's see you get of this one." Sharon tightened her thighs as her heels came up and dug into the side of my butt. Sharon was also flashing that seductive smile and I was a bit relieved to see her face become a little flustered. After all i've shared by now you would think sharing this next part would be easy, but for some reason it's not; Sharon had shifted her weight and in one innocent movement as she leaned over, her breasts swayed to the right and they dragged across my own chest, I think we both emitted a faint sigh as our nipples pressed into one another and instantly came to life. I thought for sure, maybe hoped, that Sharon lingered for a few seconds, all I could do was bite my lower lip with the anticipation of something that was all but unthinkable. But it was not meant to happen.......Sharon suddenly leaned back releasing her finger lock with me. 'Ohh fuck...' I thought, it suddenly dawned on me that this might be the worst thing that could have happened. '...not with Sharon'. Thankfully, Sharon's smile became a bit more sincere, maybe even reassuring, her eyes darted downward to survey our completely disheveled appearance...out tank tops totally pulled and twisted with my left breast mostly hanging out, all but the nipple itself, not to mention the way she paused...even reflecting upon discovery of her own nipples noticeably protruding thru her thin yellow fabric. The moment, now extremely uneasy, lingered again as Sharon hovered over me, seemingly unsure of what to say or do next. As for me, I was frozen...frozen in fear...frozen in silence... Sharon was never one to hide her feelings very well, her eyes betrayed a wide range of emotions as if she was trying to cope with what was happening (I was hoping that she wasn't becoming fearful that I was turning into a freak). In retrospect, maybe only a few seconds had passed but god it felt like forever before Sharon seemed to make a decision about something...and her body slowly started to lean forward, bringing her face closer to mine... It was as if someone had snapped their finger, bringing us (maybe just me) out of a hypnotic trance, when the phone rang, it almost seemed to explode with noise from the kitchen. I closed my eyes with a mix of relief and mental anguish, feeling the moment torn away from both of us...but for the most part I felt saved. Sharon hesitated, then slowly climbed off me whispering as she pulled away "Saved by the bell" she smiled awkwardly. I watched my friend's beautiful body, elegantly move across the room, her hand came up and tugged her shorts that had ridden up into the crack of her ass barely exposing her smooth cheeks. She then spun around and grabbed the phone off the wall in one fluid movement. Placing the phone up to her head, she quickly paused and put her hand over the receiver and looked back over to me, still laying flat on the floor, as if I had just been KO'd; "Don't move, I'm not done with you yet." she said with a smile. "But I'm done." I sighed quietly wiping the sweat from my forehead and slowly rolled over, "Nows my chance" I mumbled. Swiping the sweatshirt off the floor I quickly retreated to my room, slinking away quietly and overcome with shame, unsure of how to deal with what just happened. Franticly I paced my room, in a fit of frustration I tore of my sweat pants from around my waist ripping them down the sides of my legs, simply giving them a hard toss to the corner. Before pulling my nightshirt over my head I took a close look into the mirror...normally I'm extremely proud of my breasts, but this time I wish I didn't have any as I observed my nipples standing out defiantly...reminding me of what just happened, 'That's not good' I thought because I knew what had aroused them. I tried to give them a gentle, caressing rub, trying to sooth my aching nipples, but the fuckers simply got even harder under my touch and exposure to the open air. "FUCK IT" I seethed and pulled down hard on my nightshirt in frustration. I could still hear Sharon on the phone as I turned to climb into bed letting my head fall back on the pillow, eyes shutting tight as I breathed a sigh of relief, 'Maybe this whole episode tonight will just pass?' 'Yeah, fat chance' My subconscious quickly answered my own question, but more questions kept coming at a confusing pace, 'Was it just the physical confrontation, was it because it was with Sharon.......what could it be!?' Where were the answers now? I got nothing but silence. 'Or maybe.....' I suddenly rolled over, burying my face into the pillow not wanting to even contemplate the possibility. Propped up on my elbows, blonde hair falling all around my face I made my plea, "Please no...please no..." my voice cracking under the faint whisper, admitting to it only seemed to upset me more, my body trembled with panic. I let myself flop back down on the bed, my head buried in the soft confines of a pillow as I tried to keep my crying as quiet as possible so Sharon wouldn't hear. In my head, silently, I did manage to make my ultimate confession, 'I am falling for you Sharon, my best friend.' But it was the guilt that painfully burned thru my heart and soul, 'what if I was to tell her? She would probably freak out and hate me no doubt', I surmised it would come between our friendship, 'what would I do then?' Shifting my body onto the left side, I quickly calmed myself and looked up at the blinding light bulb of the nearby lamp. 'Best that I just don't say anything, and forget about it' I felt I had no choice in the matter, 'besides, I don't have anyone else I can confide in about this, if I had a crush on someone else, it would be Sharon I could go to.' Involuntarily I felt the tears streak from the corner of my eyes and onto the sheets as I slowly reached for the lamp switch, for all my physical strength, I felt amazing weak at that moment and it seemed that I was trying to lift a mountain as I fought to remain silent, yet a lonely cry, deep in my soul wanted freedom. I heard Sharon hang up the phone, I instantly froze, 'Fuck...fuck...fuck...i have to get myself together...' just incase Sharon came into my room to say goodnight. I heard her feet pad across the living room, a few clicks and I knew she was turning out the lights. The light from under my door went dark and I braced myself for the worst because I knew my cheeks still were streaked with tears and my eyes surely looked bloodshot. "Good night." I heard Sharon call out and all the tension left my body, 'She wasn't coming in!'. "Good night." I replied, my tone was convincing enough I thought, keeping my emotions in check.