Yes Woman Ch. 02

After one class and before the next, I'd found a seat near the park with my legs dangling over a concrete wall, with the post of a metal railing running up between my thighs. I leaned into the railing lazily, feet bouncing back and forth to the beat of a song that was blaring from a nearby parked van, and licked my ice-cream cone pretty rapidly because I didn't want it to melt under the noon-day sun.

Some guy was staring at me from his spot under the shade of a tree, across the road from me. He was pretending to read, but I could tell he was really watching me. Every time I slipped my tongue forward to scoop more ice-cream onto it, I could sense his eyes shift over toward me, and then when I looked he would look away.

I wondered if Mr. Davies hadn't called me back to his office for a reason. Maybe I shouldn't have left when we were interrupted? I kept thinking about him, wondering what he would do to me if he knew I would never say no to anything. What secrets would he pry from me if he knew I couldn't tell a lie?

Oh, right, honesty. I had to be honest.

"Hey!" I called to the guy under the tree, waving my hand at him like some suburban dad before catching myself in the act and stopping. He noticed me, pointed at his own chest with a questioning look, and then got up when I nodded. He crossed the road easily. His blonde hair looked like the type that was perpetually windswept, curly and unkempt but in a good way. He had a bookbag over one shoulder, and an uneasy look in his eye as he approached.

"Could I ask you a question?" I said, licking some more ice-cream and anxiously twirling my raven hair around my index finger. This whole brazen honesty thing was not my natural instinct, it made me want to curl up and die, but that's why I'd made the promise to myself in the first place.

He nodded. *Get out of your comfort zone already* I chided myself, and blurted out my thoughts. "Why were you watching me? Don't worry you can tell me anything I won't be upset or judge, I promise. I don't know if a promise from a stranger means anything to you but it means a lot to me, so that's that."

"Uhhh..." He looked like he was going to retreat. "I wasn't... watching you."

I took one final lick of my ice-cream cone and set it down on the concrete beside my thigh, because I didn't want to start devouring the cone part in front of him like a crazy woman. Funny, how *that* was what would have made me feel crazy, not the whole rest of my behavior. "I think you're really cute." I said, and his eyes flicked over to meet mine. I felt myself burning up under his gaze. I could sense that he was also quite uncomfortable, but I'd gotten his attention.

"C-can I get your number?" He asked, and I nodded. Maybe he was weird in exactly my kind of way, I thought, since he hadn't even told me his name, and I hadn't told him mine. Just when I was thinking that, he said "I'm Liam, and I guess - in that case - that I should confess that I was watching you." Finally he gave me a smile. He had dimples. I was falling in love.

"I'm Cisume," I reached for his phone, put in my number with nervous, shaking fingers, and put 'ice-cream girl' as my name, since I know the spelling of my real name makes no sense to most people. "do you want to get some ice-cream with me some time?"

He rocked backward on his heels slightly, and took a second to think. "That obvious, huh?" He asked. I nodded.

"Do you like my tongue?" I asked, and felt my cheeks flush.

"You're... weird, you know that right?"

"Mhmm." I felt my stomach clench.

"I guess, yeah I like your tongue." He said, shaking his head as if in disbelief at his own words. "But... I mean I like your whole... vibe. You look happy." He was trying to salvage it, and I let him.

"Well, you look like you need some ice-cream. Call me some time?"

"Yeah! I mean, for sure, I'll call you. See you around." He said, clearly trying to be cool, and then took off walking a little too rapidly away from me. *Definitely my kind of weird*, I thought.

---

I got a text from Olivia that just said "I know you're wearing a skirt. Take off your panties and leave them in Bio class. You can't say no." I looked around in class to see if she was there somehow, watching me, but I didn't see her.

The thing about college is that people don't really care about the schedule. Some people barely even go to classes, and others go to every class and somehow stay forever afterwards, so I knew the classroom wasn't guaranteed to empty out any time soon. Waiting for an empty room wasn't an option.

So I found myself trying to discretely pull my panties down mid-lecture, shifting left with one leg and then right with the other to give me the freedom to slide them down my thighs. I became acutely aware of the chilly plastic seat touching my exposed labia. I could feel the subtle texture of the seat in a way I'd never known before, its tiny grooves and weaves suddenly mapped out in my mind.

I tried not to look conspicuous, though I'm fairly sure I always look like I'm scheming something, because I'm chronically anxious. Sliding my panties down to my knees, I scooted forward slightly and grimaced from the new, even colder part of the plastic on my pussy. Out of my peripheral vision I caught the girl next to me turn her head my way, and I froze. I knew my panties were technically visible around my knees at that moment, my skirt wasn't long enough to be covering them, but she didn't seem to notice - or care, anyway. I looked left, then right, then spread my legs slightly and let my panties drop down my legs to my feet, where the contrast between the black lace panties and the white bows on the tip of my dance shoes made me worry it was too obvious. Fortunately I was able to pretty easily kick them off of my shoes and forward under the desk in front of me, where I hoped no-one would notice them.

The situation was awkward and unfun, but the thought of triumphantly telling Liv that I had obeyed her gave me butterflies in my stomach.

---

Da-ding. "You did it? Good slut!" The text made me blush.

Da-ding. "Now go flash your bare ass to the first guy you see alone at manzanita."

Fuck.

Manzanita is a 'lake' near the dorms. It's pretty small and probably man made, but kind of a lake anyway? I started walking that way, keenly aware of my nakedness every time a swift wind blew through my skirt.

There were lots of people around, as always, but it didn't take me too long to find a guy alone. He was sitting near the water, beside a line of big white rocks that had been placed along the shore, and under the shade of a willow tree.

My mind raced. What should I do, just literally lift my skirt and show him my ass? I mean come on, there had to be a more subtle way to obey the command. I wondered if my butt still looked so heavily bruised as it'd been when I saw it in the mirror yesterday. My heart pounded as my feet took me closer and closer to this random guy who was minding his own business.

I got so distracted by my thoughts that I wasn't paying attention, and tripped on a dip in the ground, twisting my ankle. Falling forward a few feet away from him, I bent and spun and nearly faceplanted but managed to get my hands up in front of me just in time to ensure that they would also be bruised.

"Shit are you okay?" I heard him say, and get up to rush over to me. As he grew near I realized that he was quite a large man, though not fat at all. Maybe a football player?

I started to cry, rolled over on my side and said "I-I just wanted you to look at my butt."

He blinked quite a few times before saying "... did you hurt yourself?"

I reached down and pulled up my skirt to reveal my bare ass to him.

"Uhhh, sorry lady I'm not into crazy." He started to back away, though I could see him tilt his head to check me out.

"It's-It's a promise I made, I have to do it, sorry. Sorry." I gave him a pouty face and he cracked a smile.

"Shit, you know my brother always says girls can get away with fucking anything if they're cute enough and I'm starting to think he's right."

I started rubbing the pain out of the base of one palm, then the other wrist, and sat up to brush myself off. "You think I'm cute enough to be crazy?" I started to laugh, but my eyes were still partially welled up with tears. My ankle really hurt.

"You just might be. What kind of promise made you want to come show me your butt?" He was shaking his head in disbelief. That was the second time I'd made a man give me that 'what the fuck is even happening' look in one day.

"I-I promised my friend I would do anything she said." That wasn't quite true. I wasn't sure how to make it true without telling him too much, but I couldn't lie. "I mean, I promised myself I would do anything anyone asked me, and my friend told me to come flash my butt to the first man I saw by the water."

He started to laugh more, though he was still shaking his head. "Anything anyone tells you?" He repeated my words, then I could see it dawn on him that this included him, and a sparkle lit up his brown eyes. "So if I said... I don't know, try to fit your whole fist inside your mouth."

I brought my bruised hand up to my mouth, parted my lips, and started trying to fit it in. It wasn't going to happen, but I really did try, even scraped my knuckles on my teeth.

"Okay okay, I believe you, you can stop it now." He studied me for a long moment, then gave me a downturned 'might as well' smile that reminded me of Barack Obama, and said "Well you should come back to my room with me, then."

"Oh." Had Liv planned for that to happen? Did she want me to just make a fool of myself, or did she get off on the idea of someone else using me? She had seemed pretty intrigued by me getting spanked before...

"Okay." I gulped, nodded, and tried to stand. I'd really bruised my ankle, but it wasn't too bad for me to walk, though I had a slight limp. He offered me a shoulder and I took it, then he lead me back to his room. The lake was right next to the hall where he stayed, a coed dorm, and it didn't take us long to make it there, though there were some stairs involved and I was grateful when he easily picked me up and carried me up them.

The hall was eerily quiet. I was kind of glad I didn't live there.

When we entered his room, or at least I assumed it was his room, he locked the door behind me. I was shaking slightly from my anxiety, but I also felt a dampness on my womanhood and was mildly grateful there was no air conditioning to freeze me out. I limped slightly over to a bed and sat down. "Is this your room or do you share it?" I asked, trying to think of what a normal person would say in a situation like this.

"It's mine." It was a stupid question, this was clearly a single person room. "So is this promise you made something you are enjoying so far?" He started pulling off his outer shirt, which made me think he was just going to undress in front of me, but he had another shirt below that and stopped at that, so I just kind of nodded at him.

"So far it's been... okay."

"You didn't seem okay when you were crying a minute ago."

"I... don't mind that." I was surprised to hear myself say that. Was I actually a masochist? I didn't know, but the situation wasn't negative to me, even though it hurt a bit, and was shameful.

"So if I asked you to tell me why your butt is really bruised up, you'd have to tell me right?"

I nodded.

I could hear the crickets from the bushes outside. The sun was going down, his window was open and a warm breeze blew in.

"So tell me?" He looked annoyed, but also seemed endlessly enticed by me. I drank that look of intense curiosity in and savored it.

"I.. well, someone asked me what my favorite pass time is, and I told them masturbation, and so that piqued their interest, and before you know it they had me over their lap..." I blushed and felt my leg start bouncing - the one with the unbruised ankle.

"Gosh, you've really gotten yourself beat up over this, but you don't mind?"

I nodded.

"Are you going to be okay if I tell you to do the things that I want you to?" He looked genuinely concerned for a moment, and I caught a protective warmth in his eyes.

"Yes!" I said, quite enthusiastically, which made him give me a wonderful laugh.

"In that case, why don't you show me your butt again?" He started to undress, this time for real, and I nodded - nodding was becoming a habit for me now.

As I moved to position myself on the bed, I caught sight of his chest as he lifted his shirt. Quite athletic. My belly felt warm. It only took me a second to bend myself over the bed and reach back behind me to flick my skirt up. I arched my back and rested my face down into his blankets. They smelled like man.

I was quite wet, even my thighs were slightly damp. For some reason I felt guilty. He was behind me then, and his warm hands started squeezing my ass. That's when I realized that I was in fact still quite bruised, because his rough grip hurt, especially the part near where Mr. Davies' ring had repeatedly hit me, but I just bit my lip and gave a slight whimper while he enjoyed himself.

"Holy shit. I've never seen such a tiny girl with such a perfect ass." He let out a breath heavy enough that I felt the warmth on my bare skin. "Hold right there." He went to get something from a drawer. I heard some kind of tearing sound and then realized he was putting on a condom.

Next thing I know he was crawling over me, and his mouth was on my ear. I could feel his cock pressing between my butt cheeks. "If I tell you to be 100% honest with me, you have to right?" His voice was so much more sultry than before, lower and with a slight growl to it.

"Y-yes." I hadn't told him that part of the promise, but I guess he'd reasoned that if I have to do what anyone says, that he could just tell me to be honest, which made me realize that part of the promise was perhaps a bit redundant.

"Do you want me to fuck you right now?"

"Y-yes." I said, and my voice cracked slightly with a tiny mewl of embarrassment. Would my shame ever end? I didn't know, but in that moment he sucked the bottom part of my earlobe into his mouth and I gasped as he started to hump me, using his hips to make his cock grind up and down against my ass. A few times I felt his tip catch near my sphincter and wondered if he knew what he was doing.

He did.

He started kissing down my neck and grabbed my breast through my shirt with one hand, pulling me roughly up into him as his weight crushed me into the bed, and his other hand propped him up just enough that he could maneuver his hips, using them to drag his fat cock up and down repeatedly until he happened, by chance or by skill, to line himself up with my pussy lips, at which point he started to grind forward into me, splitting me open.

I was soaking wet by then. His strength and confidence and warmth spread through me and gave me the wildest goosebumps, making me moan loudly into the blankets as his big, intensely warm cock stretched my insides.

I don't really know how to describe what happened next. He was all over me, and inside me at the same time, pounding into me hard enough that every thrust made my whole body bounce and the puny bed quake. Unlike me, he did not stifle his noises, he was grunting and groaning, always accompanied by a primal, guttural growl as he fucked little squeaks of both pleasure and pain out of me. His hips were crashing into my bruised butt and his hands were extremely rough when they squeezed me all over.

I don't know how long it lasted, I do know that at some point his big hand slid up from my breast and grabbed me by the neck, choking me while he fucked the daylights out of me. My fingers dug into the blankets and my toes curled as I started to cum, which to this day is the best thing I've ever felt in my life, and then I blacked out.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up to him undressing me all the way. He very gently rolled me over and removed my shirt and bra - guiding my arms the whole way - then pulled my skirt down. He took a moment to pull my shoes and socks off, even giving my feet a quick massage and running his index finger gingerly over my bruised ankle. He stood and folded my clothes and set them on a nearby chair. I blinked the haze from my eyes and wiped at them sleepily, he stood above me with an approving look.

"Did you like that?"

It was getting very dark in the room about then.

"Y-yes."

"You may not enjoy what I'm about to do to you quite as much."

I nodded, compulsively again. He grinned.

"If I hurt you, will you like it?"

"... I don't know." It was true.

"Do you want to find out?"

Once more, I gave a tiny nod.

"First, spread your legs for me."

I obeyed, and he stepped forward to easily slide himself inside of me once more. His hand reached down to grip my left tit and squeeze hard, my soft flesh plying between his fingers, which he twisted and guided until my nipple was between his forefinger and thumb. He started to rub them together in concentric circles, it hurt in a good way. He could probably tell that I liked it from the way I was wincing and my mouth was hanging open. I couldn't believe how sensitive my pussy was, he hadn't even been moving inside of me but it felt incredible to be filled by him. If this was what he meant, I was going to be fine with it.

"Not this." He said, as if reading my mind. "This is just to get me lubed up." Then he pulled away from me and grabbed me by the hips, dragging me to the edge of the bed and flipping me over like I was some kind of toy. "I just can't get over how perfect your ass is..." Then he slapped my ass hard enough that I genuinely cried out in pain, and he gripped my right buttcheek firmly and guided his cock to my butthole.

My butt was getting me in trouble again. "W-wait wait wait wait---wait." I pleaded. He did.

I took a few deep breaths, unsure if this was too far. "Y-you're too big."

"Trust me, I'm not. You will be fine." His hand pushed down on the small of my back, forcing me to a good angle for him to enter. "I really, really want this. Please don't say no?"

I felt something in me change in that moment. I was genuinely scared, but also did really want to bring pleasure to this man who had just so thoroughly made love to me.

"O-okay." I felt him push into me almost instantly at that, he was really excited about my ass I guess.

It did hurt quite a bit when his cock stretched my sphincter open. I could feel myself 'pop' a little around his mushroom tip as soon as it was all the way inside me, and it felt so tight that I wondered if we'd ever be able to get him back out of me afterward.

"Oh my god" He groaned, grabbing me by the hips and shaking me in sheer excitement. I felt my cheeks bounce against his shaft. I winced and bit into the blanket as he shoved himself further inside of me. I don't know if I made any noises at all when he started to fuck me, I think the sensations were too overwhelming. Every little detail of his cock was mapped out by my mind at that point, just like the grooves in the plastic chair had been earlier that day. Even through the condom, I could feel his veins and bumps and ridges as my soft virgin butt was molded by him. The grip was so tight that when he tried to pull out of me he would lift me up by the ass using only his cock.

I felt my eyes fill with tears, my ass was already screaming at me to make it stop, but I could hear a huge, grown man being absolutely giddy with pleasure as he fucked me, and I really wanted that for him more than I wanted to be okay myself. "Ho-holy... mmph... oh my fuck you're so tight!" He kept slapping my ass and gripping my hips so hard it even hurt on my hip bones. The sheer force of his movements made my feet bounce up and down between his legs, which also made my bruised ankle join the growing cacophony of body parts that were telling my brain to make it stop. My body struggled desperately to accommodate his thick cock, and I was determined to be good for him, but the burning, stretching pain was growing so intense that it was starting to scare me.

I knew it was worth it when he started to laugh. Not a hysterical laugh, or a laugh of humor, it was a belly-laugh - a laugh of happiness. He began to cum. I suppose that he hadn't gotten to cum when he fucked me before, because he hadn't lasted long - or maybe it just felt that good for him. He fell over me once more, kissing and licking my shoulder blade while he spasmed and pumped the condom full, grabbing at me like a wild beast, and then suddenly growing still. His heavy breaths were the only thing I could hear for a few minutes after. The room had grown dark, the sun was gone, and he was just crushing me into the bed for the whole time that his cock shrunk inside of me.

"That... was incredible." He sounded weak as he rolled over. I didn't move for quite a while, my butt felt... wrong. It took a bit for my body to squeeze itself back into its normal shape.

"You will come back every Saturday for the rest of our time together in school, and do what I tell you. Do you understand?"

I tried to peel myself up from the blankets, only to find that I had drooled all over them, which made me feel disgusting. My body ached all over, but when I felt him squeeze my hand warmly and bring it to his lips, kissing my fingers, I melted in an entirely different way.

"I understand."

"Good."

"Thank you." I don't know why I said it, I just did. He laughed.

"You're welcome. Now, what's your name?"

And that's the moment I realized I'm a whore.

---

Turns out his name was Cody. I gave him my number and left, trying to regain some composure on the trip home. I still felt dirty and sticky, so I rushed to shower, and when I finally made it back to my bed to collapse I hadn't even looked around for Liv. I still owed her, but I was so tired.

My phone dinged. It was Liam, the guy I'd enticed with ice-cream, even without any help from Liv. "Ice-cream tomorrow?" It read.

"Sure." I replied, wondering what Liam would think if he knew how I'd spent the afternoon. Was I leading him on, if I was going to just do anything anyone told me, how could I have a real relationship? If any guy can just walk up and say 'lets fuck' and I have to do it, no guy is going to want me long-term.

But the promise wasn't forever. My promises were always just for a while, until whatever quirky or crazy thing in me that made me follow them released its hold, and then I'd be back to normal. Well, as normal as I could ever be, anyway.

"Make sure to bring your honesty." I added to the text.

[But you'll have to read more about that in the next chapter. Thanks for reading this far!]