“His name is Jordon,” I lied, “he’s a football player, he’s tall, dark, and handsome.” Amber hugged me with enthusiasm. Her touch usually feels warm and friendly, but not this time, this time it was dripping with false happiness for me. I started to hate my best friend. I know it’s wrong, deep down inside of me I understand it’s not right, but, ugh.. she has a boyfriend, and she’s fucking!? Must she do everything better than me? She’s better at soccer, her skin is like porcelain, eyes are green like mine but bigger and brighter like emeralds, and her hair is raven black, and her body shape is like an hour glass, just like a pin-up girl from the 50’s. She’s better than me, and when she brags about blowing and fucking her boyfriend, it’s almost like she’s rubbing my face in my late-bloomer status, “I’m more woman than you are,” she silently tells me. I stiffen my spine and tell her wickedly, “Amber, you may be better at soccer than me, but let me tell you, ‘I am’ better at blow jobs.”
Amber is typically sugary sweet in her temperament, but my claim to be the best lit a fire of competition within her, “are you sure about that, babe?” Oh, I hate it when she calls me babe, so condescending. “Yep!” Amber brushed her thick hair back into a ponytail, well let’s let the boys be the judge of that, she nodded towards the boys on the bleachers. “What?! I’m NOT blowing random dudes, Amber.”
“No, silly. We’ll each make a video with our phones, a blow job video, and we’ll show it to the guys. They’ll tell us who is the winner.”
In our school, it’s cool to be advanced sexually. It’s not slutty at all..in fact, the most popular girl in our town is just a year older than us and does pornography films already with real porn guys, their dicks as big and thick as a cobra snake! “Alright,” I told her. I tried not to let on that I was literally freaking out. How would I get a boy to let me blow him? I could not let her win, I NEED to find a boy!
Just then Coach Michael came up behind me. He heard the whole thing! He told us that he would be the judge, not to show any boys at school. I looked at Amber, and Amber looked at me suspiciously. We both know that Coach Michael is a notorious perv. He must have read our minds because then he told us, “I’ll give the winner three-hundred bucks.” Amber’s eyes lit up, we’ve both been eying the latest Lise Yvette handbag at the Department Store in the mall. We shook on it, it was a done deal.
I sat in the last hour of class wondering how I was going to find a handsome boy. I needed someone like my step-brother. All my girlfriends have the hots for my him He’s handsome, he’s muscular, and so fun to be around. Omigosh, TYLER! I’ll blow my brother and no one will know it.
Watch the story unfold..