Lil should go with Rebecca by herself.

“You are so kidding me, right?” Bernie said to Lillian even as she re-read the little slip of yellow paper. But the words in front of her eyes were the same. ‘My pussy is wet and needs loving. Does yours? If it does, meet me by the bench in front of the store.’

Lillian shook her head. “Nope. Rebecca Gamble is a dyke and wants my body. She kept brushing up against me.”

Bernie looked at Lillian’s face. She couldn’t tell if Lil looked seriously interested or not. She decided to encourage Gary’s sister to take some initiative on her own behalf.

“Well, you need to go then,” Bernie said, pushing on Lillian’s shoulder. “You don’t want to leave her sitting there, she might leave.”

“What about you? I mean its not exactly nice of me to just take off like that. Maybe she’d be interested in the both of us?”

Bernie paused to consider the question. She sighed and looked back at Lillian.

“Lil honey,” Bernie said. “You’re the rosy-cheeked blonde All-American girl. I’m the girl with the big glasses, the big butt, and the sensible shoes in the corner. Miss Channel Seven wants you.”

“B-but I’m not even, but I’ve never...” Lil stammered. “You’re the one who knows how...”

“Don’t worry,” Bernie said. “I’m sure she’ll be gentle and patient with you. It won’t be the first time she’s given a girl her first time. Just think about it. Your first time.” Bernie dropped her voice to a whisper. “With. Becky. Gamble.”

Lil giggled. Her face turned pink.