Channa Harmon, female, 15 

	- High school sophomore, daughter of Chloe

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

Channa moved contentedly from class to class on Thursday, feeling calm and confident from the way she'd orgasmed the night before. Orgasmed next to Mom. While she came, too. It didn't feel wrong, though she smiled to herself as she recognized the secret thrill she had gotten from the forbidden shared excitement.

She had a moment to catch up with Urma and they talked eagerly about another sleepover at Urma's house on Saturday. Channa told her friend nothing of her experiences, and though the thought of telling Urma excited her, she recognized too well how damaging that might be. For everyone. Channa held back her secret thrills and innocently flirted and talked about school with her cute dark-haired companion.

Channa hadn't showered that morning, choosing instead to get dressed still wearing her panties from the night before. Once or twice she'd snuck a hand down past her pubes and brought back light hints of unwashed pussy and cum. Feeling horny and having a free period after lunch, the teen slipped into a girl's bathroom and tried to get herself off quickly.

Ducking low to see if anyone was in a stall, she quickly decided she had the room all to herself. She chose the last stall of four and closed herself within. Channa pulled her jeans and panties to her ankles and sat down on the toilet. She quickly became aware of her own aroma, the sweaty, sweet scent heavy and coming in waves. Channa felt the heat from her pussy against her palm, and sank two fingers deep inside herself.

She'd ejaculated a few times in the past, and the teen was getting good at both knowing when she could squirt, and finding the right spots to make it happen. She stroked the upper roof of her small vagina, rubbing the rough patch with her fingertips. Channa felt the fire build inside her crotch as the pressure to squirt increased. Slipping her other hand over her clit, she massaged her bud while fingering her cunt.

“...uhnnn...” She caught the moan too late but no one had entered the bathroom as far as she knew. Pausing a moment to make sure, the sounds from the ventilation system were all she noticed. Channa had just resumed playing with herself when she heard the door open and footsteps padded in her direction. Channa froze and listened.

The unknown person ran water a moment, then entered a stall toward the other end of the room. Channa heard the rustle of clothing and a zipper before a small feminine sigh and the sound of urination began. The girl pissed for some time before the flow trickled and stopped. Toilet paper roll squeaks were followed by the light sounds of wiping. Then a flush and more rustling.

Channa listened as her pussy drooled and ached for release as the girl left the stall and returned to the sink, turning on the faucet and washing her hands loudly. A moment passed, then more rustling, as if shifting items in a backpack. Channa's bowels moved just then, her small anus opening. Stool flowed and dropped slowly as Channa tried desperately to shit quietly. Thankful it was a small load, she pinched it off with little discomfort and felt she could hold it finally. Enjoying the dull burn of her clenched asshole, Channa smelled her own poo, unconsciously shifted her hand on her clit, and barely stopped a moan escaping her lips. C'mon, whoever you are. I'm sooo clooose...

Finally, a few footsteps and the door creaked opened. A young girl's voice said weakly, “Oh, hey. I really need my panties back. Mine are nasty.”

“Umm... ok, I'm wearing them, is that ok?”

Channa's clit throbbed and she exploded, bucking uncontrollably on the toilet. She ejaculated against her hand, coating it with squirt, her cunt drooling slick cum over her fingers. She couldn't control her moans either. “...uhnnNNNOOHhhhh... fuuuuUUUck... Uhnn...” She thrust against her probing fingers, crashing down hard as her violent orgasm made her feel powerless and fantastic at the same time. The thought of the two unknown girls trading a pair of wet panties was too much for her, and she spasmed for several seconds on the toilet.

Channa relaxed and tried to breath again, her mind a white sheet of euphoria and release.

“Did... Did someone just masturbate in here?”

Oh fuck.

A different voice this time. “Ewww. Seriously? Who the fuck is that?”

“I dunno, but whoever you are, get a fucking life. Yuck.” Footsteps and a slamming door echoed for some time in Channa's head before she took the next breath. Holyshitholyshit! Fuckfuckfuck! What do I do?

She did nothing for a long time but eventually pulled her panties and pants back from her ankles and tried to compose herself. She hoped the girls were not standing outside waiting to see who had just cum in the girl's bathroom. Channa imagined a crowd of people waiting just past the door who would all know that she, Channa, had just masturbated and orgasmed. I could just die now...

Knowing she had to do something soon with her next class only moments away, Channa worked up her courage to leave the stall and washed up at the sink. She straightened her clothes and tried to make herself take those horrifying next few steps to the door. She could hear a cacophony of voices outside, and her worst fears seemed to be justified. I could just stay in here all day. Detention is better than this. They can't stay there all day. I could do it. And yet, she chose to open the door and walk into her nightmare.

No one was standing there. No one seemed to care about her presence one bit. The other students shuffled past the door, occupied by conversations or the need to get somewhere. She only lost a second before trying to lose herself in a group and pass quickly out of the area.