Becky Anything 

"Anything?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I can do anything I want to you?"

She nodded again.

"Say yes."

She looked down, ashamed of her desire.

"Yes."

*

Becky and her two roommates moved in the apartment next door to
me early in the spring. I was 30 then, mostly working from home.
I wrote for magazines, newspapers. They were all students at the
college nearby.

I saw them moving in and I noticed Becky right away. She was
chubby, sad and pretty. About 5'2" and maybe 180 lbs. Not really
fat, but chubby, with large breasts and a thick ass and a nice
little tummy. She had thick black rimmed glasses, and short dark
hair. I guess she looked a little like a real life version of
Velma from those old Scooby-Doo cartoons. A chubby little geek
girl.

I watched her from my little peep hole, the one in the door of
every apartment. I did that a lot, I liked to watch people.

Over the next few days I saw her a few times. She was extremely
introverted; she hardly ever looked up from the floor. I was
alone with her in the elevator and I said hello and tried to
start a conversation, but she just mumbled hello and didn't even
look at me.

The thing was, there was something about her that intrigued me.
Plus I kind of had a thing for girls like her. Nerdy, chubby and
cute. After a week I figured she was too shy to even talk to so I
gave up.

Two weeks later I found a note on the public bulletin board
downstairs. The girls next door were selling their couch and
buying a new one. There was a phone number and an email address.

Now, I've always been a curious person. Ok, maybe more than
curious. I am a voyeur and a spy and I love finding things out.
So I wrote down the email address and went upstairs and did a
search for it. What I found was some basic stuff, a MySpace
account for one of the other girls in the apartment, the skinny
blond. From looking over her comments I found one from Beth.
That's were I learned her name. From there I got a link to Beth's
MySpace page and then a blog.

Now that was interesting. I had read a lot of blogs and even
wrote in one now and then so I knew a little bit about the world
of blogging. Beth's was pretty standard, little quizzes and just
daily thoughts. Most of them consisted of how she didn't like
most of the people around her and she was sure no one liked her.
She was a very depressed girl. I found out that she was a
psychology major who moved here from Connecticut. She was sweet
in her own way and just reading about her day to day life made me
like her more and more.

I still had an account on her blogging community, so I added her
as a friend. Then I commented on an old post she wrote about on
of my favorite books when I was in high school "The Perks of
Being a Wallflower"

"That book was amazing. I remember making a list of all the songs
he talked about and making mixed tapes of them."

Easy enough way to start a dialog.

Her reply was almost instantaneous. Apparently she spent a lot of
time checking her blog.

"I used to do that too. Who are you? How did you come upon my
lonely journal?" She replied.

Now the way this blogging website worked was if you added someone
as a friend and they added you back you could see more posts, the
posts they hid from the casual browser.

Looking through her blog I didn't see any "locked" posts from the
last few months, but there were some further back.

Apparently in high school she was in a very interesting
relationship with an older man. She was 17 and he was 24. It
seemed he was not very nice to her... it also seemed she liked
that. It was kind of dominant and submissive sort of thing. He
would tell her to do things, sexual things, and she would. But
apparently he didn't really care for her, it was just an on and
off internet game.

Looking through this it didn't seem like she had any friends. No
one commented on her posts except for a few random strangers.

Then I saw a very interesting post, from a long time back. It was
a link to a hidden post that read "This is something James told
me to post. I doubt anyone will look, there is nudity and I am
fat and ugly."

I clicked immediately. What I saw was very interesting.

17 year old Becky, looking away from the poor quality camera. Her
glasses on, her shirt off. Her breasts squeezed between her
hands. She wore nothing but a pair of black lacy boy cut panties.
The look on her face was one of arousal, embarrassment and
melancholy.

Right then and there I knew I had to save her, I had to make her
understand that she was beautiful... and also fuck her in every
possible manor imagined by man.

So I went back to that comment she replied to and replied to it.

"You just moved in next to me and I did some poking around and
found your journal, because I think you're cute."

And send.

It was exciting, a little weird, a little unlike me, but I
thought what was the worst that could happen? She would think I
am a stalker and call the police?

I refreshed the page, but our comments were deleted. And then a
little alert popped up telling me I had a new email.

"Who are you really? I'm not cute. Do I know you?"

Curiosity mixed with self-depreciation. I replied to the email.

"I am the guy next door, thirty something with shortish dark down
hair and glasses. Usually dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt
and holding a laptop.

You are very cute.

You don't know me, but I would like to know you. If you are ever
curious come knock on my door. Just open your door and make a
right."

And I hit send. I looked over at the wall that separated my
apartment from hers and imagined what she was thinking.

Another email and suddenly music started from her apartment.

"Are you serious? I don't believe you. If you are really next
door then what song did I put on."

I stood up and listened at the wall. It sounded familiar, but it
was modern pop music, something which I knew nothing about.

"I don't know anything about pop music. It sounds like Britney
Spears or something." Send.

"You could have guessed that." She send back in a minute.

"How about this, I am going to tap on the wall twice." Send.

Then knock knock on the wall.

And the mail stopped. Did she get spooked? It took a full ten
minutes for another reply.

"What do you want?"

That was an odd question, but I thought I should just keep being
completely honest. It was pretty exciting.

"How about we go out on a date or something. Or you can just come
over and talk to me." Send.

After a minute.

"I get nervous around people. I don't really go on dates. How
much of my blog did you read? I'm really not cute."

I sighed.

"I read a lot. I saw your pictures. You seem to like being told
what to do... so what if I just told you to come over here."

Another long pause and then another email.

"What will you do to me if I come over?"

I smiled.

"What ever I can get away with." Send.

"What does that mean? You said you would tell me what to do. I
will do that. I mean, if you want. You have to tell me though. Be
specific and I will do what ever you want."

"Anything?" Send.

"Absolutely anything."

What would I want her to do? I mean there are things you think
about telling a girl to do, but there are always boundaries. Her
is a girl telling me she will do anything.  I cracked my knuckled
and prepared a reply.

"Alright. Take a shower. Shave your legs... in fact shave
everything. You know what I mean? Put on a skirt, a bra, a button
up blouse, knee high socks and some shoes... no underwear and
come over."

I waited. This was it. If she came over this was the start of
something very interesting. If she didn't reply then it was all a
waste.

"30 minutes." Was all the reply read.

*

It's a weird situation. I felt like a seventies swinger or
something. I've had girlfriends, some long term and some short
term, but I wasn't really a sexually adventurous guy. I mean, I
had played around with spanking them and our sex lives were
pretty interesting, but this was an 18 year old willing to do
anything I wanted. I watched porn, I even wrote some dirty
stories, but this was pretty much out of my league. I didn't know
the etiquette, I didn't know the rules, but I thought I would
just watch her and do what ever came to mind and if she said to
stop I would.

When the doorbell buzzed my heart started really beating. I
swallowed, looked around, fixed the pillows on my couch and then
walked to the door.

She was there. Her hair was damp and a few dark strands hung over
her face, stopping just at her chin. Her dark hair and black
glasses set off her white skin and a few little red blotches here
and here on her cheeks and neck. For the first time I noticed how
her nose was slightly up turned, it made her even cuter.

"Come in." I moved to the side and she came in, then the door was
closed and there was just she and I and the fresh smell of
shampoo.

She was dressed exactly like I ordered, a gray pleated skirt, a
white blouse, knee high socks and black Mary Janes. I was
impressed and hard. I wondered how far this could go.

"You are dressed right. That's good."

She looked down. Her cheeks were red. She looked like a pouting
school girl.

"And did you do everything else?" I stood in the middle of my
living room and she remained three feet in front of my door.

She nodded.

"Show me." I said. I dared. This was the second test.

She didn't look at me, she just took the hem of her skirt in her
hands and pulled up her skirt, showing me very pale legs, with
thick calves and chubby thighs and then a smooth little triangle
of skin that looked particularly bare. On the bottom of it there
was the line of the edge of her slit.

I swallowed. She kept her skirt pulled up and it came all the way
up to her chin. It was amazing, perfect, I wanted to lick that
smooth spot... and I could. I started realizing I could do
anything.

"Anything?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I can do anything I want to you?"

She nodded again.

"Say yes."

She looked down, ashamed of her desire.

"Yes."

The room was quiet, just the sound of the city outside, car-horn
beeping and the occasional siren.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

She shrugged.

"Answer me." My voice got louder. She stood up at attention and
dropped her skirt so it fell back over her naked legs and sex.

"I don't know. Because you want to. Nobody wants me. I like being
told what to do."

Her bottom lip trembled a little.

"Have you done this before? Come to a stranger's place and let
him... fuck you?"

She looked like she was going to just shrug, but instead bit her
lip.

"You haven't fucked me..."

I took a step towards her. She balled her hands into fists, but
stood stock still.

"I will."

She didn't look up but she let a tiny smile crawl over her lips.

"I did it three times. Once in high school... but he didn't fuck
me, he just made me take pictures and talk to him on the phone.
Then there was a guy... in high school... and I let him finger me
and I sucked his..." she bit her lip again.

"And then this guy last year. He was my lab partner and I told
him he could do anything, but he just fucked me a couple of times
and... made me suck his friend's... dick."

I took this information in. "Just fucked me" meaning she wanted
more. Did she want to be really dominated? Did I know how to do
that?

"Is that all you ever did? Sexually?"

She looked even more embarrassed. She shuffled her feet a little.

"I did stuff... when I was young."

I raised an eyebrow.

"My uncle did stuff to me... but I... he just touched me
sometimes... when I was young.  And then he died. He was old and
crazy."

Silence.

"Oh!" she said remembering suddenly "and I fingered a girl in
camp and almost did more..."

Her leg was bouncing a little now and she fidgeted with the
buttons on her shirt and bit her lip some more.

I took another step towards her and then walked around her,
looking at her from behind and trying to think.

"Did telling me all that get you wet?"

She shrugged.

I moved in and stood right in front of her.

"Don't shrug when I ask you a question. Do you not know if you're
wet or what?"

She pouted. She looked like a puppy that got yelled at.

"I am.. a little."

"A little what?"

She squirmed. I loved it. There was something delicious about
making her tell me these things.

"I'm a little wet because you made me tell you who I've fucked."

I lifted her chin, but she wouldn't look me in the eyes. I looked
at her, her chubby cheeks that were blushing deep red, her pug
nose, her pink lips that were a chapped and cracked. Then I
kissed her. She wasn't sure what to do, so she just stood there
frozen. I kissed her bottom lip. It was still wet from her biting
it. I bit that full bottom lip and then I kissed her full on,
pushing her lips open a little with my tongue.

I slipped my hand behind her neck and deepened the kiss. She
played with my tongue and I played with hers, then I sucked her
bottom lip and bit it a little. Then before I knew it my hand was
in her hair and I made a fist, pulling her wet hair.

She let out a little gasp, but didn't move.

I sucked her tongue, I big her lips, then I kissed her neck and
bit the soft flesh there, then I moved away. Her neck was red
where I bit her. I slipped my hand across her chest, feeling each
of her breasts. She only swallowed and stood there. I moved my
hand down the buttons of her she and then down her skirt and then
finally up her bare leg.

She was wet. Wet and smooth and tight. Her outer lips were plump
and thick and the lips inside were bigger then I expected. I
could pull at each of her little inner lips and play with them.
Then I parted them with two fingers and felt the wet heat of her
hole. Her breath caught as I slipped one finger in to the first
knuckle. Then I slipped out, my finger wet and felt her clit
which was very large and very hard.

"Anything?" I whispered into her ear.

"Yes..." she hissed as I fingered her.

"I can tie you up? I can fuck you every way I want? I can fuck
you in the ass? Have my friends come over and fuck you?"

"Yes... I'd do it."

And I knew she would. And so it began.

END OF PART 1