"You are beautifully built. I wish I could have done more that beautiful body of yours."
"Too bad, that's all you get," I said as I giggled and walked away from him.
I left the college immediately after that. I was in no mood to walk about the campus wearing just the long coat. Underneath I knew I was naked and was feeling a bit dizzy with what had happened.
Bobby's face and hot breath in my butt had left a tingling sensation in my loins. I couldn't figure out what was happening. But that sensation and that whole experience of me showing off my body to Bobby had left me hot and bothered. By the time I got home, I could feel the wetness in my crotch and could feel some warm liquid dripping out of my vagina and sliding down my satin smooth thighs. I had never felt like this before.
Back home, and in my room, I quickly discarded my long coat and sitting on the edge of the bed, I bent over to look at what was happening to me down there. That I was wet down there was pretty evident. Gingerly, I felt my pussy. The slightest touch down there sent a shiver down my spine and I could feel my vagina getting wetter. The sensation in my asshole was equally strong. Curious, I put my index finger around my asshole and felt it relax even as I felt a tremor shoot upwards from it. Closing my eyes, I kept feeling my asshole and rubbing it. In the heat of the moment, I don't know when and how, I inserted my index finger in my asshole. That sensation itself sent me into spasms as I felt an orgasm building up inside my groin. As I worked my index finger into my ass, I inserted my middle finger and began fingering myself and ended up having an orgasm a couple of minutes later.
The intensity of that orgasm was such that I lost control and ended up squirting on the edge of the bed and the floor. Breathless and with two fingers still inserted in my booty, I leaned back on my side and lay down. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was seeing Bobby's face and was imagining him naked. That led me to a decision. I needed to see Bobby naked. After all, he had seen my precious assets up close. I decided that I would ask him to come home in a day or two and then do what needed to be done.
I didn't go to college the next day. Instead, I spent the day trying to get hold of Bobby's phone number. Once I got it, I called him up and asked him if he would like to come home the next day. Bobby being Bobby, agreed and showed up promptly at 11am at my doorstep. By that time, my parents had left for work and I was all alone at home.
Since I knew Bobby would be coming home, I decided to wear a knee-length floral skirt and a thin full-sleeved cardigan. Underneath that I wasn't wearing anything. My nipples, hard as nails, were visible through the cardigan.
As soon as I opened the door, Bobby's jaw almost dropped to the floor when he saw me. As I invited him in, I could make out that he was getting a little uncomfortable.
Stepping in, he couldn't take his eyes off me. And I made it a point to swing my hips a little extra for his benefit.
As he sat down, I asked if he would like something to drink. He refused and I decided that I would come straight to the point.
"Bobby, you've seen me almost naked. Now, as a tit for tat, I need to see you naked."
"But, you lost the bet. I didn't."
"Ok, so here's the deal. I'll take off my clothes if you take off your clothes. Then we can both see each other naked properly. I might even let you touch."
What was I saying? Was I falling for that scoundrel? Somewhere deep inside, I think I knew I was.
"Ok. That sounds like a fair deal. Let's remove one cloth each. I am wearing three things. How many are you wearing?"
"Two."
"Ok, so let's even it up. I'll take off my pullover and then we can start taking off our clothes together."
"Not here. In my bedroom," I said as I moved towards my room. Bobby followed.
In the room, I closed the door and went and stood by the bed as Bobby took off his pullover and threw it on the floor.
I looked at Bobby. He was nicely built, his muscles were all clearly visible and there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on him. Bobby, being a typical male, began flexing his biceps and showing off. They were decent sized, not humongous, like some other boys in the college. Even though he was lean, he looked capable of handling himself.