When I was in college, I had a frenemy that was just the kind of girl that I had learned to hate in high school. (It was her wedding that I was attending in Bridesmaid Blowjobs.) I don’t want to utter her real name, so let’s call her Megan. (They always had cute, perky names like Megan or Kristen or Nicole.) Megan was a blonde with blue eyes, tall and slender with long legs, firm breasts and a perfect tight butt. Megan knew that she was gorgeous and that everyone turned and stared at her when she entered the room. Moreover, Megan seemed to have all the personal character traits-charm, grace, poise-that I felt I lacked. Girls like her made me feel awkward, clumsy, and dull.
I was surprised when Megan latched onto me to be her “friend”. I think it was partially because we had a lot of classes together as we were enrolled in the same degree program (graphic design). Megan was not that smart but she figured out that she could lean on me to help her with her assignments. Also, I think she really thought that she was doing me a favor by letting me be her friend. “Oh look at my little friend Susan,” I imagine her thinking. “Isn’t she kinda cute?” She saw my role was to orbit around her, like a lady-in-waiting for a princess.