You can’t. You drive on.

Part of you wants to lean over, kiss her again, but you hesitate. You start the car and pull out of the garage. She gives you directions and you zip through the streets in her speedy little BMW, it is really cool. Pizzas in the car she sits up, smiles, and the two of you chat about nothing for a bit.

“So, how many girls have you met in school so far?”

“Let’s see, there’s you, Marcy, and Yvonne of course. Oh and I met a girl named Candi, with an I. When I first got here. She was… well kinda scary actually.” You laugh a little.

“I see. So, could you see yourself having sex with either Marcy or Candi?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really know either of them. Not really.”

“So you’ve never just fucked someone on a whim? Just met someone and just said. Yep I’m fucking em.” You shake your head. “Next question. Have you been fucked by a guy yet?”

“No.” God, why did I sound excited.

“So no sex at all?” You shake your head. “Hmm, no I really shouldn’t be your first.” A few minutes silently pass. “So. Do you want my help?” You stare at her quietly, unable to answer. “I’ll take that as a yes. So who should be your first? Hmm. Well what do you think? I know we can get Marcy, she’s clearly interested in you, Candi as well, if you met her it’s because she wants to fuck you. Steve will fuck anything with legs, so he’s an option. Not a big pool of candidates, but I do know an absolutely great girl named Rina, she is a total comic book and anime nerd, she’d probably be down. Or we could just go hit the clubs. What do you think? Who do you want to fuck first?”

What do you say?

“Don’t be stupid, you are the only girl I want.”

Marcy.

Candi.

Steve.

Rina.

Go clubbing.

Tell her you don’t want her help.