Friendly Competition

"You can't do that Tim!" I hissed through gritted teeth, clenching my best friend's arm tightly as he smirked mischievously, another one of his suicidal, idiotic plans growing into a violent urge inside his barbaric mind.

Inside his eyes sparkled an evil glint as he proclaimed: "You'll lose your virginity if we stick to my plan. Both of us will. She's a total slut for cock."

His comments angered me. Not because they pointed out the obvious: That I was still a virgin at 18 but because of another lesser known fact. A secret only Tim knew since he suffered the same fate.

… LBS …

The Late Bloomer Syndrome was a condition which prevented the output of vital growth hormones. A disease which only occurred in men and doctors speculated the origins of this genetic malfunction to be of psychological nature.

Still, neither I nor science were convinced of this theory due to lack of research and information on the rare syndrome.

Nonetheless, this short moment of pondering sufficed for the rascal I annoyingly called 'best friend' to open the door to the empty classroom, the sun tinting it in a beautiful orange glow.

Well, 'empty' didn't do it justice.

Standing in the middle of the room was the most gorgeous girl I knew.

The most perfect individual created on earth.

The woman I prayed to one day become my wife.

And what I didn't know yet … part of my doom.

Because Tim never once saw her innocence and purity.

Tim saw only pussy and tits. Only a way to satiate his infinite lust and quell the raging libido of his equally tiny cock.

Oh how fate would play a joke on me …