Chapter 4

The next morning we sent Lucas to bring back breakfast while I told Stacy all about the night I’d had. It didn’t take long for the tone to go from shameful confession to boasting about a wild night. Stacy was weirdly obsessed with the anal sex part. She had always sworn that she would never do it - as had I - but she seemed really intrigued. We had to stop talking when Lucas got back. I can tell Stacy anything, but I didn’t want to disappoint Lucas.

A short while after we hit the road again, Stacy stuck her face between the front seats and started interrogating Lucas.

“So have you planned out what you’re going to do with Angie?” Stacy asked in a bubbly voice. Lucas gave her a skeptical look in response.

“Like,” she went on, “are you going to fuck her up the ass?”

Lucas took Stacy’s bait. “We’re both virgins. I think we’ll stick to ordinary sex.”

“Okay,” Stacy went on, “but what kind of ordinary sex? Have you thought about positions? Wheelbarrow? Piledriver?”

Lucas held his tongue but it was clear that Stacy’s needling was getting to him. She continued. “And have you made plans for other contingencies? Like, what happens if she laughs the first time she sees you naked? Or what if you come too fast and she’s like, ‘Is that all?’ What if you try and you try and you try and you just can’t make her come?”

Lucas kept his silence. I didn’t think I needed to intervene just yet. “Okay, okay,” Stacy said. “How do you imagine it will go?”

Lucas responded to that one. “I don’t know - just ordinary sex. Like, guy on top or whatever.”

Stacy sprung her trap. “Is that how you were thinking about doing it with her when you were jacking off last night in the hotel?”

Lucas blushed and gritted his teeth. Stacy went on, “You were thinking about Angie last night while you stroked your dick, right? I can’t imagine who else you would have been thinking of...”

“God, Stacy, shut up!” Lucas shouted, even more flustered.

I patted Lucas’ shoulder. “Ignore her,” I said. “As long as you and Angie go into it with the right attitude, you’ll have a great time figuring it all out. Don’t let Stacy get in your head.”

Nobody said anything for a few seconds so I figured I had made peace. But then Stacy said out of nowhere, “So what happened to the jizz after you came last night?” Lucas blushed and seethed some more, but didn’t say anything.

After another moment of silence, Lucas spoke in a soft, vulnerable tone. “What if I can’t make her come?” He said.

I shot Stacy a warning glance to tell her play time was over. “Don’t obsess over that,” I said. “Really - girls aren’t like guys: we can enjoy sex without coming. But if you make that your mission, then neither one of you will have fun.”

Stacy joined in with a shockingly sympathetic tone. “Anyway, it’s not really under your control,” she said. “Some girls need time to learn how their bodies work. I needed time. I didn’t come for like the first two months when I started. And it wasn’t anything that Ryan was doing wrong. It just ... took practice.”

It was touching that Stacy would share with Lucas like that.

“But you still really enjoyed it, right?” I asked, for Lucas’ benefit. “Not just emotionally but because you liked the feeling?”

“Yeah,” Stacy said. “I just wish I could have told my best friend about it at the time,” she added while she reached forward and mussed up my hair.

There was another silence. Lucas broke this one again. “And positions?” He asked. “Is missionary okay? Or is there a better one?”

Stacy and I both answered. I started to say, “You can’t go wrong with doggy...”; at the same time, Stacy blurted out, “Doggy style!” All three of us laughed.

“Have you guys talked about birth control?” I asked ponderously.

“Yeah, like a month ago,” Lucas answered. “She said she was going to ask her doctor to put her on the pill.”

“Hmm,” I said. “That might not be long enough for her to be protected. “You should get some condoms just in case.”

Stacy was back to her normal teasing self: “And lube, in case you want to fuck her up the ass!” She said.

By the time we hit the next gas station, Lucas was all psyched up to buy his first pack of condoms, but once we were in the store, his confidence faltered. There were parents with small children milling about, and the condoms were behind the counter so he would have to ask the cashier for them. The cashier was a sixty year old dead-inside ugly woman who almost certainly would be bothered by teenagers asking for condoms for one reason or another.

“Can’t you do it for me?” Lucas begged. “It’s less embarrassing for girls.”

“That’s not true,” I said. And then, giving him my big-sister-knows-best face, “Anyway, would Angie rather hear that you bought them yourself, or that you asked me to?”

Lucas nodded and sighed and took position near the cashier, waiting for the right moment. I watched him from behind the gummy candy aisle. The right moment didn’t seem to come, though. When I saw Stacy walk up to him, I was worried that she was going to pick on him. Instead, she slipped up beside him, wrapped her arm in his, and kissed him on the cheek. “Hey baby,” she said casually. “Did you get them?”

I guess the extra sexual legitimacy of a girl on his arm was enough to move Lucas into action. After a brief moment of confusion, he went up to the counter. “I’d like some Trojans, please,” he told the woman at the counter.