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I used to think, what''s so wrong with a little white lie? My best friend Blair liked to brag about her boyfriend, he''s so handsome, so romantic, and she thinks he''s the one I felt a little jealous when she showed me pics of him on her phone. I bit my tongue, like a good friend, and listened to how talented and smart he was. I told her how happy I was for her. The next thing I know she is divulging intimate details, "he put his hand under my top, unhooked my bra," she whispered to me, "he felt my breasts and I had my first orgasm just by him touching my nipples!" Oh, goddamn Blair. She told me the following week they were having sex! It "just snowballed" into sex, she gushed. That''s when I let out my white lie. "I''ve got a boyfriend too!" Her eyes lit up in happiness and probably in jealousy too. I know she secretly loves to be the only one in West Valley High with a boyfriend in college.

"His name is Mark," I lied, "he''s a football player, he''s tall, dark, and handsome." Blair 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, "Blair, you may be better at soccer than me, but let me tell you, ''I am'' better at blow jobs."

Blair 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!" Blair 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, Blair."
"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 Blair, and Blair 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." Blair''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 daddy. All my girlfriends have the hots for my daddy, He''s handsome, he''s muscular, he''s dark, he''s got big hands so he''s probably got a big dick too. Omigosh, daddy! I''ll blow my daddy and no one will know it.
Watch the story unfold..