Chapter 29

When I awoke the next morning, Levi was on his phone beside me, texting someone. I let out a big yawn while trying to wake up.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully.

“Good morning, whatcha up to?” I said groggily.

“I was texting my mom, I told her I was having a great time.”

I froze up and was wide awake. “We need to talk about something,” I said gently.

“Okay, what?”

“I’ve been teaching a lot of things, how to be a gentleman when you’re out on a date, how to be a good lover when you get a woman into bed.”

“You’ve taught me so many things,” he said appreciatively.

“I have, but you know what the most important thing a young man needs to know?” He looked at me questioningly and waited for me to continue. “He needs to know how to be discreet.” I paused for a moment. “When you sleep with a woman, you should never brag about it to your friends or to your...”

His face broke into a big smile, he could see where I was going with this. “I’ll never tell my mother about any of this, I swear.”

I breathed a little sigh of relief. “Good. They say ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,’ and that’s especially true in your case.”

We shared a little laugh. I was happy we got that sorted out, and I knew I could trust him.

“I also texted Monica.”

My face lit up. “You did?”

“I’m taking her to a movie this Friday,” he said proudly.

I beamed. “Good for you.”

“She seemed really excited about it.”

“Of course she was, but remember everything I’ve taught you, okay?”

“I will, I promise.”

“Remember, discretion. If you get her into bed, don’t tell your friends, that’s between you and her, okay?”

He smiled. “Definitely.”

“Once she knows she can trust you, she’ll want to do it again.”

We shared a few moments of comfortable silence. He was such a great kid and it made me regret that we lived so far apart.

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” he asked.

“You need to see Las Vegas. There’s a lot more to this town than the inside of this bedroom, and you need a few things to tell your mother that don’t involve having sex with me,” I said jokingly.

He looked a little dejected. “I kinda like having sex with you,” he said as a devious little smile broke over his face.

“We have plenty of time for more of that, so get dressed, we’re going out.”

I cooked him a big breakfast and then we hit the town. We drove out to Boulder City and toured the historic Hoover Dam. Afterwards, we drove back to the strip and I took him on the roller-coaster at New York, New York. Then, to add a little culture to his visit, we checked out the Gallery of Fine Art at the Bellagio. Next, I took him to the Stratosphere so he could see the Valley and we also rode on the Big Shot several times. Our day ended back in Summerlin, where I took him on a two-mile hike at Red Rock. I had so much fun talking to him and getting to know him, and again I regretted that he lived on the other side of the country, because I really enjoyed hanging out with him all day.

When we got home, we ordered Mexican food from Post Mates and had it delivered. After dinner, we were sitting on the couch, and he played on his laptop while I read a chapter in my biology textbook, reviewed some of my notes, and got my weekend homework done. Once it was completed, he looked at me longingly. We hadn’t had any sex all day and it was pretty easy to guess what was on his mind.

“So,” I began, “your education is almost complete, but is there anything else you want to ask me about sex? This is your big chance,” I gently teased.

A little blush broke over his face and I waited semi-patiently while he screwed up the courage to ask me about what was on his mind. “There is something, but it’s kinda embarrassing,” he admitted.

“C’mon, out with it, kid,” I said as a big smile broke over my face.

“In some of my magazines, they have letters where guys write in and share their experiences, and some of them talk about...”

Again, I had to wait. This must be good, I surmised. Whatever it is, he’s super embarrassed about it.

He finally came out with it. “Anal sex.”

My eyes got wide. “Ummm ... what do you want to know about it?”

“Do people really do it?”

“Yes, some people do.”

“Have you done it?”

I thought for a moment. This was opening up a big can of worms, and I’d never envisioned our weekend would include this type of sex. In the end, though, I relented. I’ve taught him everything else, I guess he should know about this too.

“Yes, I have, Levi.” He looked hopefully into my eyes when I revealed this new piece of information. “Is it something you’d like to try?”

He perked up. “Could we?”

“Let’s talk about it first, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Yesterday, when we had sex, I was wet and you slipped inside me very easily.”

He thought for a moment. “Yes, was that okay?”

I smiled. “It was perfect. Yesterday, we talked about a woman’s body and how her vagina gets wet when she’s aroused, right?”

“Yes.”

“A woman’s body is also made for passing babies, so those muscles expand. They expand to accommodate a penis and they also expand so she can deliver a baby. Does this make sense so far?”