PART ONE b – The Third Date

  "What about my butt."

  "Did you ever…"

  "Oh. Bending me over for a quickie all soaking wet, got you thinking about stuff, huh? I never gave that up before, no."

  "Anyone ever ask you for that?"

  "Hmm. No. You're the first. I'm aware guys ask for that, the girls talk about it. I know it happens. Some girls do, some girls don't."

  "Which one are you then."

  "I… don't know. I assume you got it before then. I'll have to ask you how it went."

  "No. I never got that. Just heard about it. You said to ask, so I asked."

  "No. Its fine to ask. I… honestly don't know."

  "Are you nervous to try? Or scared."

  I ughed.

  "How about you. Ever have a girl stick their finger up there? I never did that either, but I know it happens. I've heard girls say guys love it."

  "I've never heard another guy say that."

  "Well… have you ever heard a guy admit he likes to get a whip put across his ass?"

  "No. Can't say I have."

  "But… you know its going on. I mean, there's companies selling all these toys. Guys do it. Tell you what. I'll make you a deal. I can be fair."

  "All your deals, end up with me getting your whip."

  "Not this one. Hear me out. If you get your nerve up, to touch the radio again? I get my 40. Tied. I think I'll get my tears. That's you being very sweet to me. Its our dirty little secret. I can't wait to have my fun… collecting that. I'm gonna want licked, and you already know how soaked I'm gonna be. I want a serious licking. A long one. You're still tied up. You'll get a swat here and there. You did say you thought I was going to order you around, maybe that's the kind of thing you were expecting? I never did it like that before. Sounds fun to try. Then… when you finally get untied and let go? I want a very long, full body massage. Over and over. It will take a while. I'll tell you what to do, I'll tell you when you can stop. My licking, and my body massage? It will take forever. But… that? Will earn you… I'll try it."

  "Bent over the hood of the car again?"

  "Let me ask you a question. What was your first taste of my whip like. You never felt a whip before. Did I give you what you now know hard feels like? Or… did you get fun birthday swats, to see how you did. Tell me."

  "You… were gentle. The first time."

  "Yeah. I was. Very gentle. Then? You had to volunteer for medium. I added the five hard ones? Just so you knew what you would be getting into, if you agreed to a third one. Now. Using that as your guide, what do you think should be your approach, to bending me over the first time that way, hmm?"

  "Well…"

  "Admit it. If I wanted to, I could have sweet talked you right into being all tied up, and went and gave you as many hard ones as I felt like. Made you cry. Laughed at you crying, and gave you more. As long as I felt like it, too. Look around you. Out in the middle of nowhere. You would have found yourself all tied up, thinking you were gonna get a few little love pats. Then? A real whipping. As hard as I can. As long as I felt like it. Big, real tears. Keep you screaming and crying, as long as I felt like it. No one will hear. No one will come and save you. It could take hours. And what would you do when I let you go. You'd be too ashamed to go tell anyone. Let alone try to get me in trouble. Admit it. If I wanted to? I could have done that to you. Right? Say it."

  "You could have."

  "But I didn't, did I? No. I gave you sweet little love taps. Asked you if you wanted to try more. So. How do you think, you should go about breaking me in, seeing how that goes, hmm? You tell me."

  "Gentle… love taps, basically."

  "Yeah. Now, if you do it. Really sweet, really slow and gentle. Isn't that your best chance, to have a realistic way to even think about getting it again? We'll see how it goes. Maybe… the next time could be… medium. We'll see. You got to see. If you didn't want medium? You didn't have to."

  "You never did it before?"

  "No."

  "I never did either. But… I'm pretty sure, that's what you need lube for."

  "Oh. All right, there's your pn. You know what I want, then you earn… a trial version of that. We can go buy some… lube… tomorrow. They sell it everywhere. And remember, you still have a blowjob coming. Do we have a deal?"

  "We have a deal. Uh… do you want to know something?"

  "What."

  "Put your hand on my…"

  I felt him, through his jeans.

  "What did that? We're just sitting here talking. What the hell made that."

  "It started when you were making your point."

  "Oh. Describing butt sex, its your thing you wanna try. Gotcha."

  "No. When you were… describing what you could have done to me? How it could have been, if you weren't being nice to make me like it."

  "That… you want that?"

  He was already blushing, and he blushed deep red.

  "I think, I'm pretty sure… it was just. Really hot talk."

  "Oh. Someone, likes to be told a rough, naughty bedtime story. Okay, that's fine. One of these days, I'll have to remember to talk dirty in your ear. I'll tell you that story again, see if it makes you just as hard. That? Will be useful some night, I'm sure. You know, we both think we can't get another one up… then the naughty talk might get that st one in. Thank you, for sharing that with me. That? Was very sweet of you. See? You're sharing with me. What we do? Its our dirty little secret."

  "As long as we're sharing."

  "Yes."

  "I like what you do. To me."

  "Hold on. Just say it. Get it over with. Say what you really meant. Just admit it, and tell me. Say… I like when you whip me. We're alone."

  "Okay…"

  And he blushed the deepest red, which I found so shy and sweet.

  "I like… when you whip me…"

  "Come on. One more time."

  "I like, when you whip me."

  "Third… time… is… the charm. One more."

  He said it the third time, firmly. I liked hearing it.

  "I like when you whip me."

  "Now. Doesn't that feel better? Its our secret, no one will know, but… what are we going to do, fool each other by calling it something else? Thank you for that, by the way. I liked hearing it. Maybe, I'll make you say it in my ear, while we fuck."

  "All right, but as I was saying. I like when you whip me, but… when you, do the rough talk, order me around? I never had a girl talk dirty like that. It makes it twice as hot, I think."

  "Rough, dirty talk is good. I'll remember that. Get you all hot and bothered first."

  Wasn't that much ter, I found him looking over at me, though we were drifting back into much more normal small talk and jokes. Like a normal couple parked for the night. I started noticing, that his eyes were on me, when he thought I wasn't noticing. I finally caught him, and smiled to let him know it was fine to look at me.

  "What are you looking at?"

  "Sorry. You."

  "You don't have to apologize for looking at me, dear. You're my boyfriend, aren't you?"

  "Oh. Sure. I mean, this is our third date. I would have said we were dating."

  "Oh. So, I'm not your girlfriend, then."

  "I didn't say that."

  "You said we were dating. That you wouldn't have said, I was your girlfriend."

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… just, sorry. Can I take it back?"

  I smiled to let him know I was having fun with him.

  "I was kinda just teasing you. But since you bring it up."

  "What."

  "Well. This started, because I caught you checking me out. You asked me out, to meet you at the party. I liked you. I had fun with you. It was kinda sweet, watching you get the nerve up to ask me out on a date that wasn't just… hey, meet me at the party, babe. And I didn't give you a hard time, did I? I said yes as soon as you started asking me out. Now. The second date went so well… I decided I wanted to have a third date. Third time's a charm, remember?"

  "Yes, it is."

  "Now, I just caught you checking me out. Is, it all right? Do you like what you see. I assumed, you liked the look of me, and that's why you asked me out, then on a real date. Then you agreed to this third one. I liked you, and we had to sleep together sooner or ter, so. To tell you the truth, there was another girl at the party, who I thought was giving you the eye. I'm gd you came to meet me there, and I beat her to the punch. Now. Here we are. So, when I ask what you're looking at, I don't mind you looking. Do you… like what you see?"

  "Yes. I think you're beautiful."

  "Thank you. I try to be realistic. I wasn't exactly raised on princess cartoons. I grew up on a farm. I didn't exactly grow up doing tea parties. And… like I said, I'm realistic. I don't think I'm ugly, but… am I ever going to be asked to be a supermodel? I'm not that kind of girl. I grew up on a farm, pying with mostly boys. I pyed sports. I don't have a complex about it, but, I don't think I'll ever be nominated to be the homecoming queen at our university. Boys talk to me, they always did. I'm pretty sure some guys don't like tall, strong girls like me. Us girls that pyed sports? A lot of us are a little taller, a little stronger. We know what we get called."

  "What? Gorgeous, right."

  "Look. I pyed soccer. It was a big school, we were quad A. The bigger the school, the more tall, strong girls the coaches have to pick from. We know what we're called. You can say it. It doesn't bother me."

  "Okay. You're tall, and strong…"

  "I know what I get called behind my back. I'm an amazon. Too tall for a girl, too strong for a girl. Some guys don't like it. Little skinny girly girls hate it. When I pyed soccer, in quad A division? Girls like me, run those skinny girls over, like a freight train. Even tall skinny girls? Don't like it if I give them the eye. I get called things like amazon, behind my back. When a girl pys enough sports? We can't be fat. We're no different than the guys that way. Lard asses get burned and can't keep up. I assumed you like the way I look, or you wouldn't have asked me out. Twice. Now, three times."

  "I like the way you look, very much. I was… just… checking you out."

  "In sports, we can't do anything about being tall, big boned, and muscur. Its why they want us to mow down girly girls on the field. But… off the field? Sports girls worry about… girl things too. Mainly, we worry about our face, our hair, maybe our nails and our skin. We don't usually go for all the outfits and the jewelry. You'll see me in jeans, T shirts, and in the winter? Work boots, for the love of god. Before I graduate college, I need to learn how to do… office clothes, wear heels, oh god, I dread wearing a dress. Fucking makeup. I know some basics, but… I don't get painted up like a hooker like you see girls do to go out. Just not my thing. Now. If you told me you found my face, and my hair… pretty? I'll blush."

  "I find your hair, and your face. Not just pretty. I said gorgeous, I meant gorgeous. You, are every bit as… pretty, as some little girly girl, that paints herself up like a hooker, and god help me, they dress like a hooker too. I would pick you, over them."

  "Hmm. Maybe I don't act like a girl often enough. But… thank you. Are, you just trying to be sweet? Its working. If you mean it. I kinda thought, you were looking at my legs."

  "Those too. I like tall girls. I like strong girls. I like tall, strong girls more."

  "I keep forgetting, you really haven't… seen me yet."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I don't wear little dresses and hooker clothes. I don't wear a bra for a shirt to css. You only see me in jeans and T shirts. You haven't really seen my body yet."

  "Its fair. You haven't seen mine yet, have you."

  "I will. When I figured you were looking at my legs. I… if people never saw me in anything but jeans? They might think I'm just a hair chubby. I guess that's how I look in jeans. I have big legs. I keep forgetting. You've only seen me from the small of my back, to the tops of my knees. From behind. In the dark. Are… you curious, what I'm going to look like?"

  "When I see it, I see it. I already think you're gorgeous. I still can't believe you…"

  "What. Wanna have dirty sex with you? I don't sleep around. Ask around. See how many guys you can find that have dated me at our college, then out of them? You come and ask me, I'll tell you which ones didn't get anything, but some kisses and nothing else. Which is most of them. Now then. I guess its time. Do you wanna see what I look like? Girls talk, you know. I happen to know, that you have asked out, no less than 2 other girls on my soccer team, and let's see… we all know each other… at least one volleyball pyer, and… was it one, or two different basketball girls. I'm guessing there were others."

  "Wow. Have you been stalking me? That wasn't st week or anything."

  "If a girl likes a guy, she asks around about him. I sat next to you in css, because I was trying to make myself… avaible. I already asked about the guy I liked in the css we had. Which was you. Now, maybe you hit on other kinds of girls too, but… you seem to have a type, based on the girls you asked out. Every one of those girls? I know them. They all py sports. They're all first string, by the way. And, every one of the ones I mentioned. Tall and kind of muscur. I was kinda hoping, I was your type. And, I'm well aware, there's two kinds of female sports girls. Some of us have… girl hair, and girl faces. Some of them? Aren't real cute. I think, that you like tall, strong girls. With some hair and a face. I bet you like tomboys."

  "I do."

  "You… have a thing, for tall, strong girls?"

  He blushed completely red… and he looked away, embarrassed his face was hot. I tugged his chin and turned it to look at me.

  "Don't be ashamed. Do you have a thing for tomboys. If we have a little hair, a little face, you're on it, aren't you? Oh… look at you just blushing up a storm. Don't you look away, you let me see that blushing face. You? Are cute when you blush. I like making you blush. I? Am going to do everything I can, to keep making you blush. Wait till ter. How bad are you going to blush, when I tie you up. You know you're going to get a hard whipping, don't you. Yeah, you do. Then I'm going to have you do what I want. You just blush all you want. Now then. I asked you more than once. Do you want to see me? I'll show you."

  "I would like very much, to see you."

  "All of me?"

  "Yes. Please."

  "All right. Give me a minute. I guess I have to show you, my… chubby legs sometime. Let's see if your big girl is fat or not."

  I got out of the car, and went to the trunk. I got a bnket out, and walked in front of the car. I looked around, I don't think anyone else was around for miles. I grew up on a farm. I didn't smell any fires. I could hear the occasional, normal animal noises. Which go away or stop and start when people are lurking. I had chosen this spot deliberately. I wanted complete, remote privacy. For obvious reasons, that only a girl with a whip and some rope in her trunk for date night would prefer.

  I stepped back from the front of the car a dozen steps, and spread out the bnket. I ran back and told him to get out, and stand next to the driver's door with the window rolled down. I handed him a fshlight.

  "Now. I'm going to blindfold you. You? Will wait, until I tell you to take the blindfold off. Then, you're allowed to turn the fshlight on. Check me out, all you want. I'll even put on a little show for you. You want me to turn around, bend over. Tell me to y on the bnket, then tell me what to do. Here. Take my cellphone. You? Are allowed to take all the pictures you want. On my phone, not yours. Sounds like fun?"

  "I, have never had such a thing before."

  "Have you ever had a girl put a whip across your ass before?"

  "Well, no. That? Was a first."

  "You might as well see what you would be getting. Because I'm not your girlfriend or anything. Just some girl you dated three times…"

  He started to say something, probably another apology. I cmped my hand over his mouth.

  "Shut up."

  Then I blindfolded him with one of the bandannas on the rear view mirror, and told him to wait, after putting my cell phone in one hand and the fshlight in the other.

  After a while, I told him to take the blindfold off.

  I was standing on the bnket. I had thrown every stitch of clothes onto the hood of the car. I was completely naked for him.

  "You're allowed to turn the fshlight on. That's what I gave it to you for, you know."

  He clicked the light on.

  "Wow."

  "Hmm. I'm that fat, huh? I know, I got these chubby legs. Go on. Tell me what a porker I am. I know I'm a big girl."

  "Holy… shit."

  "What."

  "What, the ever loving fuck…"

  "Gee. I know I'm bad, but am I that bad? I can at least get a pity fuck, right?"

  "You… do not have a scrap of fat on you. Anywhere. Wow. You look like…"

  "What do I look like? Tell me. Walk over. You? Get a little peep show. Tell me how to stand. Pose me. Our secret. Want me in some dirty pose? Talk dirty. Tell me how you want me. Snap pictures. We fuck. You're gonna see all of me anyways. See what you're getting. Maybe you don't like it."

  "Oh, I like it."

  "So. What do I look like. You stopped, before you said it. Say it, whatever it was. Or you risk getting more hard smacks when I collect. You? Are at 40. Hard. Tied. Probably gonna cry. I'm gonna count to three, and every time you hear the word three, its gonna be another 10. I ain't kidding. You better talk and tell me what you were just about to say. And don't you dare change it. I think you changed it? I'll give you lots more. Say it. One… two… thr---"

  "All right. You look like, I was gonna say… you remind me of the girls in the Olympics."

  "Hmm. Thank you. But I hate to tell you?"

  "Yeah…"

  "I started to say three. You were too te. That 40? Just turned to 50."

  "Right now? I don't care… how long do I get to… look?"

  "As long as you want. You do realize, you just said, its okay that I get 50, instead of 40, right? I think you might cry for me. And I'm gonna just tell you, the more you cry? The hotter its gonna make it for me, so…"

  "I never saw you… py. I don't go to sports."

  "How do you check out all the tall, strong girls you've been hitting on then? We figured you watch the girl's sports. You wouldn't be the only guy that comes just to look at the girls sweating. Some guys like it."

  "I think I might have to start. I wanna see you run some girls over. You, are just…"

  "Finish it, little boy. I'm counting. One… two… thr---"

  "A big girl."

  "You just hit 60. If you don't start finishing your sentences quicker? You, are going to have a very serious problem coming your way, quite soon."

  "I don't care. I can't believe this."

  "That bad, huh?"

  "Not bad. You, are gorgeous. I can't believe your… body. Your… muscles, have muscles."

  "We go to a big school. I py girl's soccer. I start, since my first freshman game. I came from a quad A high school and we never took states, but, my team did end up in the finals every year."

  "Wow. I'm allowed to… just watch?"

  "As long as you want."

  "All night works for me…"

  "What do you wanna see? You can come closer. I won't bite. Well, maybe just a little. But you'll like it. Come on… closer… closer… now. What… do… you… want… to… see. Talk. Do I have to count to three again? I feel like I'm an accounting major tonight. You're tab is 60, and if I count to three one more time? Its going to be 70. I really don't think your ass can pay that kind of tab, personally, but… its going to anyways. Tell me what to do, tell me what you wanna see. Pose me. Last warning… one… two…"

  "Three. I don't care. If I get to py with you more? You, can do whatever you want to me. I died and went to heaven…"

  "Dear? Do you really want 70 on your tab? I really think you need to think this through a little better."

  "Legs…"

  "Yes. I have legs. They go from my feet, to my ass. Like most girls have."

  "No. What are those things on your legs?"

  "Is there a bug on me?"

  He ughed.

  "No. I can't get over your leg muscles. Holy shit."

  "Leg man, huh?"

  "Oh yeah."

  "How about tiptoes… if you like legs…"

  I got up on my tiptoes, and let him see my legs a little flexed. I turned around, and let him see up and down from tiptoes to standing, so he could see my calves flex. I know I have big legs.

  "Oh my god. Um… can I have more legs? I'm going to have a heart attack."

  "Come over. I want you to touch my legs. See what you think. Come on… you're not getting hurt. Well, not yet anyways. That comes a little ter. You're okay. For now. Get over here. Or, don't you want to touch me?"

  "I'm coming."

  "Oh. You're coming over here, or… you're just coming…"

  "Both, I think."

  He came over, one step at a time. I finally got him onto the bnket, and told him to touch my legs. Feel them up. Have fun. He liked me up on my tiptoes, feeling my calves. Then, just for fun, I showed him my thighs. I flexed. There's a crouch stance, legs 90 degrees. Kinda shows off legs a little.

  "Oh my god… I thought you were already flexing the thighs… Jesus almighty…"

  "Touch them. Tonight? They're yours."

  "How about tomorrow night."

  "Sure. We have all weekend. So far? Its been a pretty naughty weekend, and… if I have my way? And I usually do, by the way… its going to get a whole lot raunchier."

  "Uh huh…"

  "Feel my butt? Some little girly girls, say oh, there's that fucking amazon. The one with the chubby legs, and the big butt. Like I'm fat or something. Come feel my butt."

  He liked feeling and pying with my butt. Then I gave him him a few "pinches", so he could see them move. Feel it under his hands.

  "Oh my god. Your goddamn ass cheeks have muscles. I think I'm afraid to try your ass on for size now. I'm scared."

  "Don't be scared. If you try to be sweet about it… I won't be mad. Just remember. Love taps, not hard ones right off the bat."

  "Its not that, dear. I'm starting to think you can clench your butt cheeks, and rip my dick off."

  "Wow. You sure do know how to sweet talk a girl, don't you."

  "You have a six pack…"

  "Yeah. I never could get the whole 8 pack. If I drop that much body fat? I start to slow down and gas out, the second half. I'm actually better all the way around, with a six. By the way, honey."

  "Yes…"

  "I'm out of shape right now, you do realize that, right?"

  "What?!?!"

  "This is the off season, dear. I tend to put on, oh… 10 or 15 pounds in the off season. I'll lose it as soon as the preseason camp starts up. Then? If you're still around… you can see me when I'm actually in shape. I'm a little bit of a porker right now."

  "Why do you even like me?"

  "Wanna py with my tummy? Just promise not to make fun of how fat I am right now… off season porker here. Come on…"

  He started running his fingers over my abdominal muscles. I don't have the ft as a board kind, mine are the more rounded out abdominal muscles.

  "Wow…"

  "Ready?"

  "For…"

  "You'll feel it…"

  I flexed my abdominal muscles. They move around as I flex and loosen them. He stared, and ran his fingers over and over, tracing around them. Poking. Making pinching motions.

  "Wanna see some tricks?"

  "What kind of tricks."

  "When I was little? My mom was concerned all I wanted to do, was py wiffle-ball, and tackle football with the boys. When I was young, mom went through this period… she stuck me in the stupid gymnastics and tumbling csses. I hated it. I wanted to py ball. My dad finally made mom quit it. Here. Watch."

  I pulled back on my hands, several times each and moved them around, then did a handstand. I know, I'm showing off. Boys flex their muscles for the girls at parties. If they have any. I only do it for a boyfriend. I knew he liked girl athletes, and had a thing for them, so… this was my warped version of batting my eyeshes at him, and wiggling my butt when I walked.

  I was never great at gymnastics. I'm actually a little too heavy to try to do it for real, if I even wanted to anyways. I guess the only real benefit that stuck with me, was it gave me coordination and flexibility, which I insisted that I was gonna waste it on sports, but… I get a free degree from a big university when I finish, so mom got her money's worth anyways.

  I walked around on my hands some, then did a few easy tricks. Somersaults, a few basic twists, that kind of thing. Any real gymnastics girl can smoke me, but to a person off the street I can make it look good. The hand walking, the upside down push ups, are all easy workouts to keep in shape. As long as I never quit, it kinda keeps me automatically in reasonable shape.

  "Let's see. Ever had a girlfriend that can do this…"

  I did a split on a handstand, then lowered myself smoothly into the split gymnastics girls are known for. Yeah, guys like seeing that one. Go figure. I then lifted my split legs off the bnket with my hands, and told him to shine the light underneath me, to see it was done right. I went back up into a handstand with a split, then did a few leg waves.

  I couldn't help going from a straight handstand, to a crouch by whirling. Then, I squeezed my legs smoothly to push myself back to standing straight. I did the prancing around on my toes thing. We look like we're bouncing on air, people say. I can still do it, just not as long as when I was younger and skinnier. I was never a really skinny girl, and I filled out more in my teens. In between bounces, young girls forced into gymnastics learn to bounce into air splits and back, a few stutter steps, all to create the bouncing on air illusion. I just can't keep it up very long.

  I couldn't help showing off my one handed somersaults. I had him stand right in front of me, and in a fsh one arm is on the ground, and I'm doing a one armed handstand, then I can gain my feet quick. After one to either side a few times, I backed off and took a few steps of a jog towards him, then one handed in a whirl and nded behind him, which is surprising to anyone that hasn't done gymnastics. I can suddenly nd behind an opponent pying soccer in a game. I save that trick for when it counts. When the other team's tired.

  "Okay… ever see a crab walk?"

  "Not sure what that even is."

  "This…"

  I did a few backwards somersaults, then nded on my hands and feet, my breasts and pelvis pointed up as I walked around. Like a crab. When I was done, I whirled back up on my feet.

  "Flexibility? I pretty much can't get hurt, even if I go into a bad skid in a game and my legs go funny. Because…"

  Showing off, I stood on one foot, and raised my leg to 180 degrees. Grabbed my ankle, and basically did a split standing upright. Came down and did the other one.