I opened the door to Tommy's room. "You ready?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Blindfold on?"
"I'm all set."
"Okay." I really shouldn't be doing this, but I told myself I was only trying to help. "I'm sending in Number One."
It had only been a few hours earlier that I'd first knocked on his door. "Tommy," I'd said, "I need a favor from you."
"Sure."
"It's a big favor."
"Okay," he said with a grin. "Not-so-sure. What's up?"
"You're still a virgin, right?"
The smile fell away from his face. "Isn't that kind of personal?"
"Actually, it was rhetorical." I knew that at 18, a year younger than I was, Tommy had never had a steady girlfriend. There was nothing wrong with him, he was actually pretty hot-looking, but he's always been horribly shy around girls. "Two of my friends, and I'm not telling you their names, have been bickering the past few days over who gives the better blow jobs. You've never had a blow job either, tight?"
He gave me another sour look. "Susan..."
"It's important." I reached behind me and grabbed the end of my waist-length pony tail, fingering it the way I do when I'm feeling nervous.
"Susan, what's going on here?"
"Okay, here's the thing: they want you to be the judge. Since you've never had a bj, and they're not looking for you to be their boyfriend, you're perfect. What do you say?"
His eyes brightened. "Are you kidding? I'd have to be stupid, gay and dead to say no to something like that. But how can we do this without me knowing who they are?"
And now, a few hours later, with our parents out at the movies, I walked over to the right aide of his bed, waved my hand in front of his face to make sure he was completely blind, and pulled my long t-shirt over my head. I was naked except for a pair of panties, and they were already wet.