Matched Up With My Tomboy Childhood Friend

A Sniff

I grab the panties and near it to my nose... *Sniff* Oh... it smells so good... The smell of her used panties is a little tangy. I wonder how the real thing smells like. I bet it's gonna smell so amazing.

I couldn't get enough of it until “Kev!” she calls from the other side of the door.

“What?” I answer, putting the panties back hanging on the sink.

“Hurry. I'm hungry.”

“Just eat without me.”

“No, I want to eat with you.”

“Okay, I'll be there in a second.”

I quickly brush my teeth then dry myself with a towel and wear my underwear and shorts. Then when I was about to touch the doorknob, I feel I need to sniff it one last time. I get back there and sniff it while it's still hanging there. There, I'm satisfied and hard. I wait for a few seconds until it calms down.

Okay, I'm ready. It's not that hard anymore. When I open it, she's there in front of me, smiling. She leans to the side then stands straight to smug at me.

She asks, “You sniffed my panties, didn't you?”

OH, NO!!! “No, I didn't,” I deny calmly.

“Oh, you're lying, alright. I remember how I put it on the sink and it's not in the same way it was when I left it.”

I just close my eyes for a second while walking away from her then to the living room to eat. This is so embarrassing! I shouldn't have done it! Now, she's laughing behind me. Sh*t! I wanna die!

As we eat at the table, she's at the other side, biting her lip as she looks at me still chuckling. I can't eat properly!

“Would you please, stop?” I ask her.

“Stop what?”

“I admit my mistake, okay? So, please just eat and stop making fun of me.”

“So, you really did it!!!” She bursts out laughing even more!

This girl... argh!! She outsmarted me! She wasn't sure and I just gave it away! “Oh, my God...,” I mutter. So embarrassed, I cover my face with my hand and my elbow on the table.

After a minute of non-stop laughing, she pants saying, “But it's okay though. It's cool for me.” She looks at me but I'm too nervous to look at her after what I did.

As we commute to school, I couldn't talk to her. She's probably thinking that I'm a disgusting guy now. She's just masking it for the sake of being nice. I won't ever do that again.

“What's wrong with you?” she asks as we just got off of the taxi.

“Nothing.”

“You've been silent all this time.”

“Nothing, really.”

She goes leaning to reach near my ear, whispering, “I told you, it's okay. I even sniffed your used shirts a couple of times.”

*Swallow* “You did?” I ask, trembling.

“Yeah, see ya later, babe,” she byes.

She goes in the other direction to her classroom, leaving me here wondering. So, she did the sniffing first? But... she only sniffed my shirt, not my underwear. Or is it just different between the s*xes? I've read about it. Most women like men's torsos while most men like women's bottom half. That could explain it. I like the smell of her panties while she likes the smell of my shirt.

Well, anyway, I gotta get to my classroom. There aren't many people at this early time in the morning. Thanks to Eli, I think I'm not gonna be late this whole semester. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? My routine has been changed and I don't have enough time for playing games now. Nonetheless, I still have time if I wait in the classroom.

When I enter... sh*t... Irene's already here with a few of our classmates. She's there sitting with her friends at the seats nearest to the blackboard. I have to walk in front of them so that I can get to where I want to sit. I didn't look at them but I can tell that they're muttering about me.

My friends are not here yet so I sit here alone at the back, playing my game. I'm losing because I haven't played lately. Also, I can't concentrate because Irene and her friends might be talking about me and Eli. But I can't assume. They might be talking about harmless trivial things and I'm just being paranoid. They're also the kind of people that want to have healthy thinking. So, talking about how terrible a person I am for cheating on her is bad for their minds.

I hope Eli is not going through the same way as I am. It's very stressful. But I believe in her. She has a sturdier mind than me when it comes to these things. I bet she doesn't give a f*ck. So, I must be like that too. Besides, I can't allow my record to be tarnished in my game. Just don't mind them and act the day as a normal day.

A few minutes later, my friends arrived, four of them. They greet Irene and her friends without any signs of hostility. Yeah, I'm the only one who's hated. No doubt that the news already reached them because of the rants on the internet about me. When their faces are out of the girl's sight, they look at me with plain faces as they sit beside me. John sits at my right, followed by Jude, Ian, then Rick. I'm the nearest to the window.

“What happened?” John whispers.

“It's quite complicated. I'll explain later when we have a coffee.”

“Okay.”

Gradually, the room gets filled with my other classmates. They chat all they like because the Christmas break separated them for a considerable amount of time. But for us... we are quiet. D*mn, this is so awkward. Though, we act normally when our other classmates interact with us.

Then recess comes after two hours of the class on the same subject. We head to the vending machine to get some coffee. There, we talk.

“So, how did you guys break up?” asks John. “And why were you with Elizabeth in Japan?”

“The thing is, it's my fault,” I confess. Ugh... this coffee sucks.

“How so?” asks Rick.

I tell them what happened on that fateful day of our breakup and how I ended up with Eli. Although, I didn't tell them about her true gender. I just made up the reason why she wanted to have me as her boyfriend. I might've gone too far about lying but I have no choice.

“Woah,” John awes. “you're quite a playboy, aren't ya?” He grabs my shoulder and they laugh at me.

“I'm not,” I argue.

“You two-timer,” laughs Jude. “That's our boy!”

“You guys are proud of this?” I question. “I was a jerk.”

“Yeah you are but we couldn't hate you,” says Ian. “All of us had breakups because of cheating.”

“What?” I ask and they look at me like I'm crazy.

“Some of our past breakups have been because of cheating,” says Jude.

“What the-”

“Yeah, you're not the only one, dude!” John adds.

“But I didn't mean to.”

“It's okay, my man!” he says as we walk back to the classroom. “We're still young and have a long way to go. On the way, we should try to live it well.”

“By cheating?” I question.

“Kind of,” he laughs with them. “But for real, my older brother said, only care about loyalty when you finish college or you're really in love. Right now, he stopped fooling and settled down to one girl. And me too, I found the one because of it.”

“But I still don't wanna cheat.”

“If you say so but don't be afraid of breakups, my man. It just happens. Also, don't let what those a*sholes in Acebook get to you. They're just a bunch of losers.”

“Yeah,” the other three agree.

“Believe it or not,” says Jude. “they're just doing it because they think they can get laid that way.”

We laugh on our way to the classroom. When I enter, I feel more comfortable now. I can't believe they're supporting me even though I made a mistake. They're friends, alright. But I feel I have to apologize to Irene even if she won't forgive me. I have to do it even though we're over. I want us to be back to being friends. But it's so f*ckin' hard! I don't think I have the guts to say it! If I want to say that, no one else must hear us. Then the only problem is how could I be alone with her? She will even just shake me off. I'll pay attention for chances. There might be an opportunity for me to say it to her.

All of us are wearing lab gowns and face shields to protect ourselves from the fumes. We head to the lab. Our lab group experiment started and we are in the same group because, you know, we were a couple when we chose our groups. I belong to her and her friend's group. I regret that I chose them instead of being with my friends. Although, we might not get it done if it's the five of us. We're kinda dependent on our hardworking classmates in group activities. So, each of us would often join in with other groups.

It is so awkward on my side. I just stand behind them while they do it, acting like they don't recognize my existence. I couldn't help with a single thing. D*mn... a normal person would die because of this awkwardness.

“How do we connect these?” Irene asks.

She's talking about the tubes of the distiller. I know how because I saw it once when our seniors used this in their experiments.

“Connect it there,” I speak, pointing at where the water is supposed to enter.

They didn't mind me and just keep wondering then proceed to ask our other classmates. They ask them and got an answer like what I just said! They're clearly ignoring me... Ugh... this is so awkward. Forget about apologizing to her. At this rate, I'll be nothing but irritation for them.

I haven't touched anything and just stand here like an idi*t. The flask boils up, heated by a burner under it. They adjust the fire to reach the desired temperature. The fumes condense in the tube inside the condenser, they then form droplets that go to another flask. All we (they) have to do now is wait and regulate the temperature. Irene mostly does all the work of regulating it.

“How long shall we let it boil?” Reine asks.

“I don't know,” Mary answers. “Maybe we should ask.”

“Yeah, let's go.”

Then Irene says, “You guys go, I'll watch the temperature.”

“Okay,” says Reine. She narrows her eyes at me when she passes by with Mary.

Now, Irene and I are alone in this part of the lab. Our other classmates are busy doing their experiments. No one will even care to eavesdrop on us. I think this is the perfect chance to say it.