Feeling Andrea's bush, I started to understand why boys in my school made such a big deal about losing their virginity. They still "got off" from a blow job or even a hand job--why did they have to have us down there, especially with all the risks of unintended pregnancy entailed by officially "doing it".
But attacking my rival between her legs took our competition to a whole other level of being a personal struggle. There was no turning back, no kissing-and-making-up, between Andrea and me once we attacked each others' most personal part of our bodies.
My hatred of Andrea took on a whole other dimension. I wanted to be better than her in every way....to live a better life than her, to have better sex with her, to live in a bigger house than her, to have nicer clothes than her.
Now.
A year from now.
Five years from now.
Twenty-five years from now, at our 25th reunion.
> I completely hate you now, Andrea.
> I completely hate you, Monique.
To be continued.....