"Gotta go," he said with a big smile.She was all alone once more and after a long hot shower she stood in front of her full length mirror."Fucking per...ect," she muttered. "He's nothing but a big prick bastard. Who needs him?"She cupped her thrusting breasts and pinched her erect nipples."Bastard," she groaned as her pussy became wet just thinking about him.She knew beyond any doubt that she needed him and needed him badly."Shit," she swore softly.Time to get dressed, she thought. With his. Surprised I looked at her but then she held up a leather, silver spiked collar, with a silver chain hanging from it.As I collard her, she let out a sigh. She handed me the chain. "Whoever holds this chain this weekend, is having me, and can do whatever he pleases" she proclaimed. I checked my watch, there would be plenty of time before the show, so I took the chain with one hand, and opened up my tent with the other. I did what I pleased with her.After some fun time, we came out of the tent,. Yet strangely, she had not felt that mysterious peak of excitement that she had heard women could enjoy as well as men. "Climaxes," she'd heard whispered from the lips of her girl friends; "orgasms," she had read in the few forbidden sex manuals she'd glimpsed through. Or maybe she had experienced a cumming like her new husband had, only she hadn't known it... Confused and bewildered, Melanie had always been too ashamed and reticent to ever ask about what she might be missing. Still, it had. I figured that if I was going to show off my pussy, I might as well make sure the view was one to remember.I was caught between wearing some loose-fitting shorts or a very short skirt. I sure didn’t want to risk an accidental flash on the campus by wearing too short of a skirt, so I opted for the loose-fitting shorts.I tried on some loose-fitting gym shorts and sat down in front of a mirror in my dorm room. This was going to definitely be a challenge. I wasn’t wholly convinced the shorts were.