The Bet

Connie, Loretta, and Valerie had been the closest of friends since they were little girls, in spite of the fact that they had blossomed in such different ways. Connie, the redhead, had become a stereotypical "nice girl next door." Despite growing up as a tomboy, Valerie, the brunette, chewed men up and spat them out, taking only the most attractive men. Loretta, the blonde, was a repressed farmer's daughter until a stranger from out of town took her virginity and freed her inner nymph -- now she cannot get enough sex. And yet, no matter how different they were, they were inseparable. And so they left their small hometown and went to the same college.

Early in their freshman year, they sat in their dorm's common room with a couple other girls, when a debate broke out over whether blondes, brunettes, or redheads were the most attractive.

"As you know," said Loretta, sticking out her large chest to show off, "gentlemen prefer blondes."

"'Gentlemen may like blondes, but real men fuck brunettes," Valerie responded, showing off her even larger cleavage.

"All men want redheads," boasted Connie. "They just don't know it. They're too conditioned to think they want everything else."

"Oh come on," said Loretta. "Why would they want redheads? I mean, you're hot and I'd do you, but why redheads?"

"We're fiery and exciting."

"Ladies," said Valerie, "why argue over this? Let's put it to the test."

"How do you mean?" asked Connie.

"Well," said Valerie, looking at the clock, "it's now 11:55 pm on September 30. October starts tomorrow. Let's take one month and see who can get the most sex."

"I'm in," said Loretta in a heartbeat.

"Are you kidding me?!" gasped Connie, noticeably shocked. "Just sleep with everyone? You know I'm looking for a boyfriend."

"Then you'll just lose," taunted Loretta. "In or out?"

Connie took a deep breath. "I'm in," she sighed reluctantly.

"Good," cheered Valerie. "You're all going down."

"We'll have to take video or photographic evidence of each conquest and upload them to our private cloud storage," said Loretta. "It all starts in five minutes!" Then she reached under her skirt, removed her panties and walked away from the table.

Connie laughed. "Wasting no time, huh?" she said to Valerie, whom she them noticed was unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse before walking away. Connie took a deep breath and decided she herself better get to it if she wanted to compete. She reached under her shirt to remove her bra, then walked away herself.