"Did you like it?"

"I'm not sure. It made me feel kinda weird." Cammy drained her can of malt liquor and popped the top of another.

"Surely Ralph must've gotten his hands in your pants if you were doing all that other stuff for him."

"You know I get scared to death when a boy tries to touch my cunt or my tits." Camilla let out a nervous breath. "I don't know what it is, but guys make me feel creepy when they get too close."

Janet tossed her first empty into the wastebasket and pulled another can loose. "You're seriously repressed. My dad's a psychologist and he knows all about that stuff. If you keep holding all that excitement in and don't let it out, you'll get sick." Janet gave Camilla a serious look. "Maybe even die."

"Bullshit."

"I'm not joking." Janet put her beer down, then took Camilla's from her hand. "Let me give you a little test to see just how bad off you are."

"Oh Janet," Camilla protested, "we tried this once before, remember? And I told you I don't like to kiss you or any other girl."

"Trouble is, you don't like to kiss anybody. You've got to loosen up." Janet had turned the light down and slipped an arm around Camilla's shoulder. "Now just relax. Don't fight it."

"But…"

"Shhh. You're just supposed to enjoy. Remember, you're in no danger. I'm not some guy trying to stick his prick into you. I'm your best friend."

Camilla took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Janet's hands began to slide over her body. Her friend's touching was gentle and pleasurable, but when her plump fingers caressed one of her nipples, she tried to twist away. Turning her face, she ran into Janet's plush mouth. The sudden stab of Janet's tongue melted something hard and cold inside Camilla. She sighed and let her friend kiss her mouth deeply. Then hungrily, she kissed Janet back, her own tongue stabbing between the plump girl's lips.

"Ohhhhh, you make me feel so weird," Camilla gasped.