Andre Becomes Andrea

"I did do that." I admitted. "But I was just saying goodbye and my hand... I didn't mean anything by it. Nothing bad. She was dressed so sexy. She is sexy."

I could see him taking everything in. He still seemed angry.

"But," I continued, "I care about her. Can't everything... can't both things exist?"

"What both things?" He asked.

"The liking her and the friendship?"

He folded his arms and gave me a cold look.

"Look, Rob. Andrea is a special girl. You aren't going to play with her."

"I'm not." I said.

"She and I agreed on something. It is the only way to proceed. It sort of lays things out." He said.

"Yes?" I said.

"You have to go through me to get to her. Let me rephrase that. I have to go through you to allow you access to Andrea. She is a virgin. And that means something to her."

"What?" I said. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but it all seemed like a sudden shock.

He stood up now. His face had stayed impassive the whole time.

"I have to go now. Think about what I said."

Andre turned to leave. Then just before he walked away, he touched my bare arm with his hand. It was as though he let Andrea out for a moment and she was showing compassion for me. I watched him leave and wondered about his boobs and the fact that his ass did not seem so shapely in loose jeans. I was seriously starting to prefer the company of Andrea, not so much because I was the man and she was girl, but because Andre didn't seem capable of compromising.
The proposition filtered through my thoughts constantly. I tried to draw on all my experiences, on everything and everyone I knew, but nothing seemed to offer me a clue. Falling in love with Andrea seemed like a pleasurable experience, but having Andre go through me did not seem like fun. He wanted to fuck me, before I could do the same to Andrea. I reasoned that Andre was giving up a lot.