I used to think, what's so wrong with a little white lie? My best friend Amber liked to brag about her boyfriend, he's so handsome, so romantic, and she thinks he's the one I felt a little jealous when she showed me pics of him on her phone. I bit my tongue, like a good friend, and listened to how talented and smart he was. I told her how happy I was for her. The next thing I know she is divulging intimate details, "he put his hand under my top, unhooked my bra," she whispered to me, "he felt my breasts and I had my first orgasm just by him touching my nipples!" Oh, goddamn Amber. She told me the following week they were having sex! It "just snowballed" into sex, she gushed. That's when I let out my white lie. "I've got a boyfriend too!" Her eyes lit up in happiness and probably in jealousy too. I know she secretly loves to be the only one in West Valley High with a boyfriend in college.