The winner is Natasha

(Please note: I will be adding chapters for all of the girls who received votes. Natasha got the second most votes (first in the non-**** category) and so she gets her chapter second. Special thanks to all of you who voted).

"The winner," Tanya said as she ripped open an envelope and took out a sheet of paper Matt was pretty sure she'd filled out herself, is Veronica. Everyone knows that Betty is too much like Archie's sister and that Veronica is the real hottie. Congratulations, Veronica."

She smiled, showing white teeth and flushed ever so slightly, the pink in her cheeks showing brightly against her pale skin. Her blue eyes, as always, looked startling against the dark black of her hair. She wore what looked like a school uniform for another school... a very short plaid skirt that showed off her fantastic, skating-rink trained legs, and a white blouse tied in the midriff... your basic porno fantasy of a teenage girl. Except she made it look like high fashion. He wouldn't be surprised if Natasha moved on to other things soon. Some agent or producer was bound to see the streams and decide that Natasha was the next big star.

Natasha didn't look particularly surprised which didn't surprise Matt at all. She was used to being the most beautiful, the one picked to be prom queen and homecoming queen and every other kind of queen. Still, she responded graciously to the congratulatory gestures the other girls made... all of whom, Matt suspected, would rather be slipping a knife between her ribs right then. Guys, he knew, could get away with being average looking, if they were smart or rich or athletic. Girls, especially teenage girls, were judged on their looks and little else. And Natasha would always be judged a winner while the other girls, cute as they were, would vie for roles as princesses or runners up, the top prize out of their reach.

Natasha walked over to Matt, claiming her prize. She kissed him on the lips. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time, Archie."

Considering that they'd only met a few weeks ago, Matt didn't think she was talking about looking forward to doing him but looking forward to losing her virginity. Well, it had been a huge deal for him but again, for girls it was different. Guys just wanted to lose it. Girls had to worry about what happened after they lost it... would they be judged as easy or sluts? Would the guy go bragging on their success and never bother calling them again? Shit, he definitely was glad he'd been born the guy in the twin-set.

"Do you need anything," he asked. "A drink? Some lube?"

She hit him on the arm. "Don't be crass."

"Sorry, I wasn't trying to be crass. I just have heard it can be painful."

"I'm counting on you making sure it's an enjoyable experience."

Oh, great. No pressure or anything.

"How about we make out for a few minutes and see how it goes from there?" he suggested.

"That sounds like a plan."