Channa Harmon, female, 15 

	- High school sophomore, friend of Urma

	- Pale white skin, 5'1, 110lbs, long yellow-blonde hair

Urma Mikatos, female, 14

	- High school freshman, friend of Channa

	- Pale white skin, 4'9, 90lbs, long silky black hair

Days later Channa was again staying the night at Urma's house. Her mom and new girlfriend were spending the evening in at Channa's house and the girl was glad to be out of there for the night. She and Urma had not spoken of the kissing on Thanksgiving, Channa felt nervous every time she considered bringing it up. She was growing strongly attracted to Urma, wanted to show her how she cared for her. Channa found a way to break the ice.

“Have you ever kissed a boy?” Channa's question hung in the air, embarrassing the giggling dark-haired teen seated beside her whose legs dangled over the edge of the bed. Urma's long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and like Channa, she was clad in the day's t-shirt and panties. Both were heading for hot showers when Channa asked her query.

Urma blushed. “N-no... Not yet. Well, kinda, but not really. It doesn't count.”

“Ohhh really...?”

“It was a dare, and it only lasted a second. Some guy at the party in August. The one at Rhonda's house. We just touched lips and it was over.”

Channa giggled. “Doesn't sound like much of a kiss.”

“Like I said, it doesn't count.” The fourteen-year old tugged on her ponytail and shifted a bit on the bed. “What about you?”

Channa shook her head, “No, never. I don't even know any I want to kiss. Not really.”

“And girls...?”

“Well there's you!”

The two giggled at their shared secret.

It was Urma's turn to shake her head. “No, silly, I mean a girl you might do more than kiss with. You know...” She brought her fingers up to her lips and spread them in a V, waggling her tongue in the gap.

“No, no one but you... uhh... no, no one.”

Urma raised an eyebrow. “You would... “ Again the V and tongue waggling, “me?”

“Shut up!” Channa pushed her friend over onto her side, Urma convulsing in laughter.

“I know you're not a lez. I'm just messing with you, Chan.” Urma gave her awful, over-the-top impression of a lesbian, trying to sound and look butch, “So, sexy,” running her tongue around her lips wildly, “what would you do to me, huh? Get down there and give it a lick, you tramp!”

Channa couldn't stop laughing at the dark-haired teen's ridiculous and horribly inaccurate representation of a lesbian, and flashed back a moment to seeing her mom and Megan in the den. “You know, you should really get a new act. That one's just terrible. Nothing like what a lez would do.”

Urma sat up straight. “And just how do you know what a lez would do?”

“A... a friend of my mom's. She's one. If I didn't know she...” Another V. “She seems just like everyone, really. Definitely nothing like what you did.” She tossed a pillow at Urma, who ducked and tossed it back.

“Hey, you know what lezes do to each other, right?”

Channa mockingly repeated Urma's V gesture. “Something like this?”

“Exactly! I bet that would be hysterical, ya know? Putting your face down there... I'd be laughing my ass off!”

“Why would that be funny? I don't think they're doing it to be funny...”

“Well, I dunno, it just would. It just seems kinda... Well, I don't think I could do it without laughing, that's all.” Urma looked a bit uncertain at her own thought.

“And how would you know? Have you ever done it, ever even gotten close? You kinda sound like maybe you have...”

Urma hesitated. “No, I haven't... No. I've seen a couple of my dad's videos, that's all. A few years ago, by accident. At the time, they made me laugh, seeing two women...” She laughed as she remembered, then trailed off, back to her uncertainty.

“I don't think I'd laugh. Ya know. It might be ok. Might be ok. I dunno.” Channa tried not to accidentally reveal too much about her recent thoughts about her friend, and didn't elaborate further. Both girls sat rocking slowly on the edge of the bed.

“You wanna try it? Just with our clothes on! Just... going down there, seeing what it's like to, you know, get close.” Urma no longer seemed to imply she would laugh between Channa's legs.

“Yah. Sure.” Channa buzzed as her friend's suggestion made her arousal burn within her. “Here, lay down, like this.” She had the suddenly-nervous fourteen-year old on her back, head on a pillow. Channa looked down at her close friend's light-blue panties, and thought she detected a wet spot. Oh, this could be it. Finally.

“You still wanna do this?” Channa asked her.

“Yyy-yess. Sure, just put your head close to me.... And your... down there... over me. That's... that's how they did it in the videos.” The black-haired teen looked up to watch Channa put her legs around her shoulders and start to push her beige panty-covered privates toward Urma's face. When Channa's crotch was a couple inches from her nose, Urma stopped her. “Ok. Close enough, lezzie, this is just to see...”

Channa laughed and held her thighs in place. Her clit was hard against her own panties knowing the girl was inhaling her most secret smells, almost straight from the source. She could feel Urma's breath against her thighs, rapid and warm between her legs. She hoped Urma was enjoying her private smell. Channa looked down and remembered the secret treasure she was about to inhale.

Channa leaned close to Urma's pubic mound and could see dark hairs underneath. The girl's clit was so large that at first Channa thought it was a pattern in the fabric. Urma's clit was hard and straining, and Channa noted that it pressed against the slowly spreading wet spot in the crotch. The girl's cunt lips, on the other hand, were barely noticeable, just a small slit really, disappearing quickly between the girl's slender thighs. Exhaling completely, Channa took a whiff.

Urma's fragrance was sweet and musky, an edge of spicy tang. And clean. She smells so clean, even after wearing these panties all day. Not clean like... not having a smell. Clean like.. clean like... Like a pussy I want to lick! Channa let her mouth hover over her friend's clit, breathing heavily over the nub. It was all the fifteen-year old could do not to both suck Urma's hard clit into her mouth and push her own crotch down on Urma's face. She started to squat and lean down to make contact and finally get there. The scent of it all... oh, yesss...

“Ok, I didn't laugh, so I will now. Ha-ha. Now get off me, I want to go shower.”

Channa froze and realized her friend was not in the same zone. Urma pushed against Channa's butt to move her aside and Channa understood that Urma was not ready. Not yet, anyway. Not for doing what Channa burned to do.

Sniffing her friend's panties and split seconds from putting her lips around Urma's panty-covered womanhood, Channa simply couldn't move, afraid she might orgasm as she inhaled Urma's most private scents. Channa's clit wanted release and her mouth desperately wanted to lick her friend's small hairy cunt.

It was not to be.

As Urma untangled herself from Channa's body and moved off to the bathroom, Channa slipped a hand into her panties, found her straining clit, and stroked it hard and fast, almost immediately bringing herself to orgasm. She climaxed, Urma's scent still in her nose, the image of the girl's dark pubes and large clit causing her to cry out before she caught herself and shuddered strongly. Euphoria washed over her, burning from her cunt and through her nipples.

Channa didn't get a chance to do more, her young friend soon returned from the shower and Channa took her spot. They slid into bed as usual, Channa's mind still racing with excitement. Urma was quickly asleep, and Channa couldn't help bringing her arm into contact with the side of the fourteen-year old's stomach. She spent long moments just enjoying the warmth, imagining her friend trembling at her touch, wishing she could slide her fingers between Urma's legs and pet her dark bush and slick, swollen vulva.