This second part picks up immediately where the first chapter let off, when Cody was working up the courage to ask a cute but strange student he barely knows for help in sneaking back to his dorm. Note that this chapter involves a somewhat dramatic portrayal of bullying.
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Cody drew in a quiet breath to prepare himself for this risky conversation, and since he didn't have this quavering little woman's name, the man addressed her as politely as he could think to, "Hello, ma'am, I was wondering if you could--"
"AAAHHH!!" The blondie shrieked like a banshee dropping a bowling ball on her foot as she slammed her sketchbook shut. Clutching the pad to her breast like a shield, she cast her panicked gaze toward the hedges, "Fuc-f-fucking
mierda
-- is that bush talk-talking to me?"
Cody slowly rose out of his hiding spot until his muscular bare chest met the fresh air, just enough to make certain the frightened girl knew he was, in fact, "Not a talking bush. I'm just a guy who cou-"
"Eep! Sexy shirtless guy! Wait, d-don't say that out loud-- or that! Or this! Oh get a fuc-fucking grip, Guillermina!" All of the shorter woman's face was glowing the same shade as a stop light, except what was hidden by her eyepatch. "Uhh,
SHIT
, sorry, I m-mean, hola señor hermosa, pleasant day to-t-today, right?"
Even if he was worried about someone coming to investigate her shouts about a 'sexy shirtless guy', Cody was still relieved to catch her name without having to admit he'd never heard anyone use it until now. The embarrassed hunk retreated all but his face back into hiding before he replied to the stammering, sailor-mouthed sketcher.
"Uh... hello, Miss Guillermina. I, I'm Cody Sugar, I've seen you around the baseball diamond, but I don't believe we've formally met, and... Oh, let me just get to the point, I'm stuck in these bushes without a stitch of clothes, and if anybody else catches me naked, I'll DIE of embarrassment,
please
help me out here."
"Th-
the
Sugar-sweet Cody? Y-you know my fucking name!? And, uhhh, you know my-my name!? Wait-- did you say you're n-n-
naked
!?" The pasty Latina stammered in response to the gorgeous man addressing her, and it was pretty clear to Cody that this lady's brain was having a hard time playing catch up with her hyperventilating mouth. "Wait, but if, if if you're too shy to be seen de... desnudo, then why w-would you be streaking across campus? Shit! Lo siento p-por mirar, I'll stop looking." Guillermina turned her cute face away from the nude man, sketchbook still squeezed firmly into her boobs.
"Look, I was locked out of the showers by some jerks on the football team, and if there's any way you can help me get back to my dorm, I'd love the help."
"¡Hijos de puta! That's horrible! Oh, pobrecito, I, I, I'd kick those jock's stupid asses for you if I c-could!"
"That's nice of you to offer, Guillermina, but right now, I could
really
just use something to cover up." The embarrassed nude male whispered to her skirt-clad backside.
"Hey there! We heard something about a sexy guy?" Came a voice that did not belong to the woman offering Cody help.
A mob of co-eds holding cameras, and wearing expectant smiles were looming over Guillermina, having arrived to investigate her earlier shouting. It was the same crowd of girls chasing after Cody not 15 minutes ago, drooling and casting their gaze over the courtyard like big cats on the hunt. This left the poor 'little' man terrified; these women were too close to his enclave in the hedges, he could smell their perfumes and raging hormones.
"So, Eyepatch girl, did you see something... interesting around here?" A girl from the photography club asked, a trail of drool running down her chin.
"Something interesting like a sporty hunk running buck-ass-nude across campus?"
"Yeah, just a super sexy naked guy. We're trying to see his cock, corner him, maybe take a few hundred pictures-- he's around here, right?"
"A s-sexy naked guy?" Guillermina asked back, fidgeting with her ankle-length skirt, biting her lip so hard it made a sound. "Yeah, I just saw a guy who was c-cr-crazy fucking hot, and, and he's trying not to get c-caught streaking because he's so em-embarrassed, but I can tell you
exactly
where he is!"
Cody's veins ran with ice, and the frightened naked male prepared himself to run like Hell away from this pack of horny co-eds. He cupped a hand around his stiffening, diminutive member, ready to call the pale Latina his enemy for life when she told the huge group looking to immortalize his nude body on film, "His hot ass w-was just running up past the fffountain, and i-if-if you fucking hurry, you might be able to catch him!"
"Hell yes! Give it up for the Smallwood Pervert!" two girls cheered, high fiving.
"Thanks for the tip, weird chick!" another cheered, slapping Guillermina's back hard enough to make the petite blondie lose balance.
Just as quickly as they had arrived, the horny co-eds hankering to humiliate the hapless hunk stampeded out of view. For whatever reason, Cody could feel his cock stand fully erect behind his hands after that close brush with embarrassment, and he was exceedingly aware of the breeze caressing every inch of his bared skin. Did the threat of exposure feel almost... thrilling? Things to unpack later.
"Psst." Guillermina whispered into the shy streaker's last known location. "C-Cody, are you still ins-inside these bushes?"
"Yeah. Yeah..." Cody replied in a harried whisper. If he didn't think she was cute earlier, the way she looked now. "My God, you almost gave me a heart attack back there."
"Mad-d-dre de Dios! C-Cody, sh-should I call the nurse?" The woman looked distressed. "S-sorry, lo siento! I p-p-panicked, but the coast is clear n-now. Mierda, I'm s-sorry!"
"Wait, Guillermina, you don't need to apologize. If anything, I should be thanking you. I thought my life was over for real." The naked man stood up, revealing all of his muscular body above the adonis belt as he gave Guillermina a very sincere, "Thanks. You know, for saving my butt."
"O-oh, de nada. I'm j-just happy to help, b-but it means a lot to hear you say that." Guillermina said, brushing the hair away from her blue eye with an adorably awkward smile. It was woefully rare for her to be thanked at all, let alone by the kind of naked hunk that occupied her lecherous fantasies. Her heart was pounding so hard it was almost audible, and the space between her thighs was soaking fucking wet. "Uh, m-maybe we should sneak up near the dorms, in c-case they check the c-courtyard again."
Cody agreed and his heart skipped a beat at the look of sheer happiness on her blushing face. He followed the eyepatched cutie closer to the northernmost point he could still hide all six feet, and three inches of his naked body inside the shrubbery. He thought to ask a couple questions along their brief... walk? Walk didn't seem like the right word when he was crouching awkwardly and nudely behind some plants, holding his stiff micropenis, and trying
not
to stare at Guillermina's surprisingly thick ass while she spoke. She was easily more than a foot shorter than him, but it seemed like her hips didn't get the memo.
"How about the sketchbook? Any chance I could see your work?"
"NO!" She yelped, "Er, I m-mean, y'know, i-it's private. For my art class. B-but I'd be happy to show you some of my my other drawings-- I've got some pieces I'm r-really proud of."
"Hey now, I'll hold you to that. Third question, you got a favorite color?"
"B-black, my favorite color is d-definitely black. H-how about you?"
"... don't tell anyone else, but my favorite color is white." Cody said, letting this sweet girl know things he typically wouldn't share. "And you don't need to answer this if it's a sore subject, but... why do you wear an eyepatch?"
"Oh, that's an easy one. It's just a f-fashion choice." Guillermina answered, a smile audible in her voice.
"Wait-
Really
?"
"Y-yeah. I think it looks w-way cooler than my glass eye."
Cody snickered out loud at her answer.
"Huh? I w-wasn't joking, even mi Mamita thinks my eye eyepatch looks sick as f-fuck."
"Well, your mom clearly has good taste." He said, stopping as the hedges came to their end. Despite the deeply embarrassing situation, Cody found himself comforted by this girl's company. Why was Guillermina known around campus as some kind of creepy eyepatch-rat-pervert if she was so sweet, and funny, and cute, and sexy, and oh crap, his dick was throbbing hard again.
"Ok-k-kay Cody, I'll g-go get you something to wear, so just sit tight. There should be a t-towel or some shorts around here s-somewhe--"
"--Excuse me, who the Hell are you talking to?"
Guillermina's sentence was cut short by yet another girl's voice. Peeking out between the leaves just enough to see who, Cody could recognize the newcomer as Elfie: The statuesque redhead on the volleyball squad he had been crushing on so badly. Her perky B-cups were practically defying gravity under a tight sports bra, while her loooong, shapely legs stretched alluringly out of a tiny pair of short-shorts.
"GAH!! Oh, hola, Elf, uh, Elfie. I, I, uh- I am chatting with a raccoon that's hiding in these fucking bushes, and d-
definitely
not an insanely hot g-g-guy!"
"Uh-huh. Look, Eyepatch, do you honestly expect me to believe that you were chatting up a raccoon? I know you love to harass guys, but really? You're bugging animals now, too? Although, I
am
looking for someone right now..." The redhead moved closer to investigate the hedges, raising one eyebrow as she adjusted the towel around her nape, but Guillermina stepped between her and Cody's hiding spot.
"And if I said I was t-t-talk-talk, fuck, talking to myself...? Talking to myself can h-help me a shit sh-shitload when I'm s-sk-sketching."
"Well, that sure sounds like our college Weirdo to me. I'm glad your stuttering and foul mouth aren't contagious-- I can only imagine how
humiliating
that must be for you."
"W-well, mi Mamita says I sh-shouldn't be ashamed of the things I can't fuck-fucking help." The shivering blonde woman stuttered back, dwarfed by the jock. Any semblance of comfort she had earlier now gone. "And sp-speaking of help, Elf-Elfie, I could get that towel back to t-, to the gym for you!"
"You know what, Eyepatch? I'll take you up on that offer, I'm in kind of a hurry right now. Catch." Elfie said, throwing her towel hard enough at Guillermina that the tiny Latina staggered back and dropped her art supplies.
Her sketchbook landed face open by the volleyball player, who picked it up only to recoil at the drawings inside. "
