To come in second
I just want to be the bottom rung on her ladder. To be the bench warmer, the nice, non-confrontational, undemanding boyfriend. Sexually anyway. Not worrying about working and performing in the hopes of getting laid, because the odds are, I'm not. And when she does decide to touch my dick, it's because she loves me. It's affectionate, skillful, and quick. The faster she takes care of me, the faster she drains my balls into my sweatpants, the sooner she can give her attention to her lover.
He's got what she needs. That big, beautiful cock and the athletic physique to get the job done thoroughly. It's just understood that he outclasses me, and that she deserves to indulge with him. She'd give him real blowjobs, she'd wrap her lips around his manhood and go to town, with her cute vocalizations and the wet sounds of air moving between her cheeks and his cock. She'd lick him up and down and giggle when he palms her head. She'd tongue his balls and kiss his pubic region, and twist her hands around the shaft while her tongue swirls around his head. And in the end, he would have the right to demean her. To subjugate and mark her as his territory. To hold her back by her tousled hair and let the contents of his testicles decorate her grinning face with a grunt. And she'd just smile and love him some more.
She'd eventually come back to me, let me take her to a movie or make dinner with her. She'd kiss me and let me know how happy she is to have a boyfriend like me.