"He asked me out first!" she sniped and I almost slapped her.

"Only because you kept shoving your big tits in his face like some kind of whore!" I shot back.

"You're just jealous because you don't have any tits!" she countered and I didn't hold back the slap any longer. We were at it again!

"Girls! Girls! Cut that shit out!" Cliff yelled in disgust as he and his friend Rodney walked back to the car, their arms full of cases of beer. "Goddamn it! I can't leave you two alone for a minute!" His words were kind of ironic, considering that Alissa and I were best friends at one time. We had grown up only a few blocks away from one another and had spent so much time at each others houses that her parents still referred to me as their adopted daughter and mine did the same with her. All of that had changed when Cliff wandered into our lives.

He was a senior and captain of the high school football team. 6'4" inches of tanned, muscular, handsome stud: He was the hottest thing to ever come out of our little town! My friendship with Alissa was over the day we met him.

"Anybody want a brewski?" Rodney asked as he and Cliff climbed into the front seat of Cliff's Camaro. Rodney was probably flirting with us, he was always doing that. I don't even know why Cliff hung around with such a geek. Probably because he was over twenty-one and could buy beer.

"Don't waste good beer on those two! I don't want to have to watch 'em puke!" Cliff snorted at his friend. I had been reaching up to the front seat to take a beer but pulled my hand back and shot an angry look at Alissa. I blamed her for Cliff treating us like children. Okay, true, we were children. Alissa is three months older than I am and just turned twelve a few weeks ago. She also looks older, with her 34C tits and curvaceous body. I've always been skinny and I was still stuck trying to fill out my A cups. But the point is, Cliff likes younger girls and before Alissa and I started our feud, he treated me like I was something special, not some possession to be tossed in the back seat with my worst enemy.

Cliff drove like a bat out of Hell on the way to the party. I was glad for that because the less time I had to spend in that backseat with her, the better. All we did was argue, starting when she told me how trampy I looked in my tight cut-off jean shorts and midriff shirt. I told her she looked no better in her short, tight, black dress. We bickered until Cliff told us to shut up.

The party was to celebrate the football team's recent victory and everybody who was anybody at Cliff's high school was there. They all cheered when Cliff walked in, though.

"There's the man who made this party possible!"

"Cliff! Cliff! He's our man! If Cliff can't do it-"

"For he's a jolly good fellow..."

It felt nice to be on the arm of the most popular guy there, even if Alissa was on his other arm. I smiled confidently at the crowd of drunken teenagers as we walked through the house. It was a nice place and I wondered how the owners were going to react when they got back from vacation and found that their kid had let his friends come over and destroy it.

"Gee, Cliff, looks like all you're missing is a redhead," a girl, who did have flaming red hair, laughed as the three of us sat down on the couch. It was an easy line since Alissa is a brunette, with long, chocolate-brown hair while I'm a platinum blonde.

"Good point! I guess I am a bit light in that department, Tracy," he smiled as he looked up and down her tall, voluptuous form. I hated it when he flirted with other girls while I was around but that was his way. I told myself I needed to accept it.

"Come find me later and we'll see what we can do to rectify that situation," the girl grinned and took a swig of whatever it was she was drinking. Then she looked at Alissa and I, laughing at our humiliation. I was glad to see her walk off. I just wished she had taken Rodney with her.

"Damn, dude, Tracy wants you! You gonna bag her?" he asked, handing Cliff another beer. Rodney is such a loser!

"Maybe..." Cliff laughed as Alissa and I pouted. We both had a hand on his legs and we started rubbing up toward his crotch, trying to make him forget about the redhead. It was hard enough to fight over him amongst she and I; we didn't need a third party involved.

"Oh yeah, that's what I need!" Cliff smiled as our little hands rubbed his dick through his tight jeans. The only reason that didn't turn into a fight was that Cliff is really hung, leaving plenty of room for both of us to stroke. "That and some of this!"

I felt my face turning the color of Tracy's hair as Cliff started fondling Alissa's tits, ignoring me. He almost never touched my chest, what little there was of it, but went for her when he wanted some titty action. I wished I could get some of that attention but I was sitting on my best asset. He always liked my butt the best and squeezed it and pinched it whenever we made out, which was often. Sometimes we even made out with me being naked! That was pretty hot!

I was still a virgin, though. Alissa and I had made a vow a long time ago that we would save ourselves for marriage. Lately I had wondered just how easy that was going to be. Our fight over Cliff had got both of us to do things we said we never would outside of marriage. Letting him undress me was a good example, giving him a handjob was a better one. I had only done it because I knew Alissa had done the same. I just hoped she didn't ever go any further with him!......(cont)