It was an unusually hot afternoon. I struggled to pay attention in the class. My mind was occupied with a terrible itch under my breasts. I tried to scratch with the back of my pen but it was hard to go unnoticed. I could not wait to go home and get rid of the sweaty bra.
Unable to focus, I glanced around to check out my fellow classmates. I was in the 3rd year of my engineering college and only one of 3 girls in a class full of boys. As a hobby, I liked to notice the subtle changes in the boys as they were growing up to become men. Varun, who used to be a lanky fellow in the first year, had grown thick muscles and his shirt was barely fitting him. Rohan, a clean shaven nerd who never looked up while walking, had started keeping a beard and gave hard stares to everyone. Then there was Siddharth, who had a stammer when he talked to the girls, but now, had already dated 3 different girls from the college, including a senior.
As if the heat in the air was not enough, I felt a warmth creeping up between my legs. It was ovulation time and I felt very aroused. Thankfully, the class ended and I started my walk back home. While most of the kids lived in hostels and PGs, I was the rare lucky one who had a full house to myself. This was my ancestral house and it was on me to maintain it well.
On my way, my eyes fell on the banana stalls by the road. There were all kinds and sizes of bananas, little yellow ones to the giant red ones. I smiled at the thought of how I had lost my virginity to this humble fruit. Mr. Banana also gave me my first orgasm. I picked up some long ones, the hard firm ones and checked the girth in my hand. "These are a little raw, can I give you some ripe ones?" the seller asked.
I smiled, "no, that's fine, I'll take these, the ripe ones create a lot of mess." The seller looked quite confused at my answer.
"Hey Meera, wait up." I turned to find Aman running towards me. "Can you help me with the assignment, I can't understand a thing in this. I will do it on my own, you can just guide a little."
Usually, I would have said no but as I was growing up, I was slowly realizing the importance of having some social credibility. It is not like I have a lot of interaction with anyone in the college so I should not pass on such opportunities.
"Sure, tomorrow in the library?" I said at last.
He seemed disappointed, "can I come home now? I need to give this early morning tomorrow and I have done nothing. Please Meera, it won't take time."
Before I could respond, my mind started a conversation with itself, "we have other plans for the evening Meera." The bag of bananas was bumping against my thighs and it seems, the rest of my body spread the news like Chinese whispers. I pressed my legs to calm down mini Meera.
Dealing with the itchy bra and a wet underwear, I could not process what Aman said. "Meera, so, can I come home now?"
I stared at him and tried to make up my mind, "fine, lets go."
We started walking towards my home. Our hands brushed occasionally and I tried to avoid his eyes. I was still trying to read what he is trying to do here. I tried to reason with myself, may be he really just needs some help with the assignment.
"Short hair looks good on you," Aman tried to flirt.
"Thanks," I think I blushed a little. He had a charm about him which I found hard to resist. He had bright big eyes and a charming smile.
"Aren't you dating that girl from Chemical engineering?" I asked.
"Ah, you know about her. We broke up last month. It wasn't working out." He answered casually and without a hint of disappointment.
As the road turned and we approached my house, I suddenly felt very conscious. I was stinking and I did not want to sit close to Aman in this state. We entered the house and I showed him around. It was a small house with a spacious living area and two rooms upstairs.
"We can sit in my room but give me 10 mins. I need to freshen up. Can you wait here? I won't be long," I rushed up to my bedroom.
Once in, I quickly took off all my clothes. Oh what a relief! I jumped into the cold shower and let the water run freely all over my body. I have an average body type. Not too tall, not too short. Not too fat, not too thin. Same went for my breasts. The only part of my body which could give competition to the hottest girls out there, is my ass. I have, I believe, one of the most perfectly rounded and beautiful buttocks. I enjoy squeezing them and looking at them in the mirror. On the pretext of soaping, my hands started exploring my body. My nipples were erect and my pussy was leaking sticky juices which I felt between my fingers.
I had an overdue masturbation session planned, but that would have to wait. I forced myself to stop and leave the bathroom. Aman was waiting. "Let's finish this soon and get back to the banana." Mini Meera was not happy with me.
After such a relaxing bath, there was no way I would be wearing a bra. My breasts are firm and I can easily go without a bra. To make matters more interesting for myself, I decided to wear the nude colored underwear. I wore a long T-shirt which reached just above my knees. Why should I be uncomfortable in my own house?
"You can come up," I came out of my room and called Aman. He looked up and, for a second, I felt he could see all the way up my shirt. I quickly put a hand at the front to cover myself. I was still getting used to the idea of having a boy in the house. Usually the only visitors I get is my old help, Laxmi. As he climbed up the stairs, I wondered if it was a mistake. I could not be trusted in this state. with just a thin cotton t-shirt protecting my eager naked body from a boy of my class.
You see, I have an exhibitionist streak. The kick I get out of accidentally exposing myself to strangers is something I regret as well as desire in equal measure. I warned myself, "I can't do it here with Aman. He is not a stranger."
I created a scenario in my mind about the consequences of Aman telling his friends about me. I would become the slut of the college, "Meera likes to show." I would get all kinds of creepy messages. My life would become hell. I very much intended to maintain my image of the studious, introvert girl. One who is nice and helpful and does not have any sexual feelings whatsoever. The truth could not be further from this but It helped me stay under the radar.
There is only one chair and a table in the room. "We can sit on the bed, I don't mind," Aman kept his bag and got comfortable on the bed. I got out my books and sat across from him. As I climbed the bed, I struggled to keep my long T-Shirt from climbing all the way up to my waist. I pulled it from one edge to be decent. Aman looked at this from the corner of his eyes. Even with my pulling and stretching, it was not easy to sit cross legged in this kind of a dress. I should have moved to the chair. But then I was in a slippery mood that day.
"Let's start with the easy questions first," I had not been in such close proximity to Aman before. I could see that he was not a shabby guy. He had very nice hair, better than mine. strong jawline and muscular in the right places. I have always seen him with his friends, Siddharth, Varun and Rohan, hanging out in the cafeteria but never noticed him until now. I thought he was the least good looking of that bunch, but I was wrong. Maybe, being in their company never made him stand out.
As we went through the questions, it started to rain and the air became cooler. It was a much needed break from the unforgiving heat of Kerala. When we started we both were sitting with our backs straight and determined to get through this in the next hour. However, we had underestimated how boring math's could be. Aman kept sliding on the bed till he was almost lying down while I sat there with my back hunched. It took me a while to realize that he was almost at the same level as my legs and with just a little shift of my T-Shirt, he would be able to see everything.
I straightened my back a little and this in turn pulled the T-Shirt slightly over my knees. I noticed Aman from the corner of my eyes as he lifted his head from the math notebook to ogle at my legs. From his angle, he would have been able to see all the way, almost to the edge of my panties.
