"So... where do you want to start?" (Make her beg)

Bernie's eyes wander up to the corner of the room as she remembers Habiba, her closest, best, and last girlfriend. Bernie's cheeks grow pink as she recounts their many and varied experiences of anal eroticism, which for Habiba was the most powerful, romantically fulfilling part of sex. Her fingertips twitch over your covered penis as she recalls especially intense sexual scenes.

"Mmm, feels good," you say. "So have you been studying up, too?"

"Yeah," Bernie says. "I'm kinda, um..." Her voice trails off. Her cheeks are pink.

"Excited?" you ask.

"Yeah, I haven't done this with a guy," she says. "I mean, you ask the wrong guy, and I dunno, it might be 'Do you think I'm GAY?' or 'God you're so DIRTY!'" She shakes her head.

You laugh. "But I'm safe," you say. "I dunno. Lots of guys are into it. Maybe you can figure some way to get him to make the first move. What would your mom say?"

Bernie breaks up in laughter. "Ha ha, she'd just ask him, 'Did you know my daughter's really into anal? Do you like that too?'"

"Okay, maybe you can try that," you say.

"NOT," Bernie says, slapping you hard on the thigh. Not on the cock, at least.

"Ow! Okay, not. I was just kidding," you say. "So you've been studying up for today?"

Bernie's hand gently cups round the bulge in the front of your pants. "Yeah."

"Now that we're all clean," you say. "So... where do you want to start?"