Confess your deception

"OK, I have to confess. You're really hot, and I really want to make out, but I can't now. I sort of made a bet. I need your underwear. I made a bet, and it's nearly the deadline, so if you could do this for me, I promise I'll pay you back."

"A bet for my panties?" Chloe asks inquisitively. "Or just any girl's?"

"Specifically, I need a jock's."

"Oh, interesting."

Chloe leans in, punching you hard on the arm. You yelp in response, the pain radiating through your bone.

"Jesus christ, you can really throw a punch, Chloe."

"That was for deceiving me," she smiles.

"Look, I'm sorry about that. Can you please help me out on this?"

"What's in it for me?"

"A favour? I'll make it up to you, I promise. Please, I'm ****."

"Alright, fine," Chloe says, leaning in and grabbing the cigarette from you. "But only because you look especially cute when you're begging pathetically."

Chloe takes a drag, before handing it over to you.

"You get us a joint or two sometime, maybe we hang out and you return the favor," Chloe says, sliding her fingers into her short's waistband.

Chloe lowers her shorts, revealing a pair of light green cotton underwear, now stained with sweat. She lowers them down, revealing a fuzzy blonde landing strip leading down to her pretty pink pussy, the outer labia peeking just out of the slit like butterfly wings. She offers you the underwear, which you take gratefully.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

"Don't mention it," Chloe grins, seeming unembarrassed of the whole affair.

"Guess I'm going commando until I can get back to the dorm, shower and change."

You look at the underwear, seeing the damp sweat spots on the front and back. It must smell intoxicating.