"Sweetie, he’s trying to tell you something! Jeez!" Beth insisted. "What do you need to hear?" Continuing in a more reasonable tone, Beth said, "You know, Sweetie, in a pinch, one of us girls can do several guys at a sitting — but we generally don’t want to do that every day. Guys, however — especially guys Lonnie’s age — recharge a couple of times a day … It seems to me that Lonnie is offering you a lot more than a lot of loose talk, here — you must be HOT!"
"Well, I don’t think so," Sally replied. "I’m … big, too…"
"Oh." Beth paused a moment. "I’ve been told that I’m to blame for Lonnie’s interest in bigger women…"
"Really?" Sally eyed Lon — one question was answered…
"Yes," Beth confirmed. "I hope I haven’t set the bar too high for you — I’m a total slut, I’m afraid."
"Oh?" Sally couldn’t guess what that might mean.
"Yes … Lonnie’s going to have … expectations. How much do you know about sex, Dear?"
"Ummm, nothing, first-hand…" Sally admitted.
"Okay, I don’t get it," Beth rasped. "Sweetie, Lonnie’s apparently offering you a blank check — and you don’t even have a bank account! What’s the problem here?"
"Why are you mad?" Sally asked.
"Because I’m gonna miss him, if you grow sense and take what he’s offering!" Beth whined. "Lonnie is, well, nicely equipped — and he knows what he’s doing! Not to mention the fact that he’s a total sweetheart!" She sighed. "What seems to be the basic problem, Sweetie?"
"Well, instinct, mostly. Three women?" Sally replied.
"Hmph! Three OLD women who can’t compete with you on the love and marriage front! Would you prefer we were three young girls in your class?" Beth retorted.
"God, No! I wouldn’t stand a chance!" Sally wailed. "Why he is chasing me…"
"What else, then?"
"That’s it, I guess…"
"Sweetie, I’m hearing that you can’t figure out why he’s chasing you in the first place — and then you’re looking a gift horse in the mouth!"
"Umm, kinda dumb, huh?" Sally responded. "What would YOU do?"
"Well, for ONE thing," Beth chuckled, "I’d get it while it’s hot and quit looking for the dark side! If I was you — well, I’m not…"
"Go ahead, anyway…" Sally said.
"How many boyfriends have you had, to date?" Beth demanded.
"Well, none…"
"And how good do you consider your prospects to be?"
"Awful!" Sally groaned.
"Sweetie, I discovered sex at a frat party in college — not through any want of trying at your age! And it wasn’t a sweet and tender moment, either — do you know what pulling a train is?"
"Omigawd!"
"None of those guys was as nice as Lonnie! Heck, the guy I ended up marrying wasn’t as nice as Lonnie! Are you catching my drift?"
"Sort of. Maybe not everything…" Sally admitted.
"Sweetie, if I was you, I’d not go trying to pin Lonnie to the mat just yet — largely because you don’t know anything, and it’s unfair to him! But I’d be taking him up on his basic offer — and I’d be in an AWFUL hurry to lose my panties!" Beth declared.
"But I don’t KNOW anything!" Sally wailed.
"Lonnie does — that puts you one up on many young couples," Beth replied. "But he’s been having sex with old, broken-in broads like me … You might want to use us as a resource — learn from the pros, so to speak…" Beth chuckled.
"How would I do that?" Sally asked.
"Have him bring you around to see me for a talk, anyway — after that, it depends how brave you are. What all HAVE you done?"
"Nothing," Sally replied, miserably.
"Nothing, nothing? As in not ANYTHING? Hand-jobs, head, anything?" Beth asked.
"Not even close…" Sally replied. "Lon is…"
"Your first shot," Beth finished. "Sweetie, don’t freak on me, but what about girls? What about pleasing yourself?"
"Um, no — and yes." Sally replied. This conversation was SO embarrassing!
"Something, then." Sally didn’t have to see Beth to know she was shaking her head. "Often?"
"Every night."
"Do you have any toys?" Beth queried.
"No, not as such. I have a hairbrush…" Sally glanced up; Lon was looking puzzled, but Candace was grinning wickedly. Sally blushed.
Beth sighed. "Sweetie, from where I sit, you don’t deserve him. Now, if I was to guess, Lonnie would be thrilled to death if you’d let him bring you to old Auntie Beth and let her make a shameless slut out of you — after which you’d at least be in the running…"
"Parts of that sound sort of like my worst fears," Sally objected.
"No, Sweetie — you’re worried about doing all of that and getting kicked to the curb! From the sound of things, you’re already in — at least for now. Consolidating your position is a lot different than scrambling for it in the first place — but I’d DEFINITELY be doing everything I could!"
"Like what?" Sally asked.
"Do you know what deep-throat is?" Beth asked.
"I have a pretty good idea…"
"Lonnie is spoiled — I don’t have much of a gag reflex. For Lonnie, it isn’t a blowjob unless your nose is in his pubic hair…" Beth cackled.
"Is it hard to learn?"
"You won’t get it the first time…" Beth paused. "Sweetie, do you squick easily?"
"Squick?"
"Is there anything that you know of that just makes you go, EWWWW, I won’t do THAT!? What about, say, anal sex?"
"No, that’s okay," Sally murmured. "I’ve heard it’s messy, but it’s safe…"
"An enema first will keep it from being messy, too," Beth chuckled. "Girls?"
"I … have a girlfriend who was pushing … I was avoiding it because I didn’t want to settle…"
"I can see that," Beth mused. "Multiple partners?"
"That’s … kind of edgy…" Sally said cautiously.
"If you felt perfectly safe?" Beth pressed. "If one of them was ALWAYS Lonnie, for instance?"
"I … don’t know."
"That’s fair," Beth replied. "I was just asking. If you were really uptight, I’d advise you to tell Lonnie 'Thanks, but no thanks, ' and send him back out to look for another girl. As it is, you might just get there…"
"All that?" Sally was amazed.
"A good bit of it," Beth replied. "I deliberately went a bit beyond…" She sighed. "You’ve heard the worst of it — now you need to make the call. If I was you, I wouldn’t be worrying about a bunch of old women who can actually HELP you — I’d be worrying about how I was going to make myself worthy of what Lonnie is offering. But I’m not you…"
"You’re pretty convincing, though," Sally sighed.
"You think about it — don’t let me push you into something you can’t handle. Still, if nothing else, I’ve given you enough that you can look at this with your eyes wide open…"
"Thank you, Beth," Sally said formally.
"You’re welcome, Sweetie. Good luck!"
"Thanks!" Sally put away the phone, pensive. Lon watched her anxiously, and obviously wanted to ask questions, but Candace could see that Sally wasn’t ready for any such thing.
"Lon, Honey, take her down to the rec room and sit with her. Answer her questions, but don’t ask any — let her work her way through this herself," Candace directed. "Is that okay with you, Hon?"
"Uh huh." Sally nodded vacantly. Lon stood up and began leading her toward the stair — gently, supporting her and directing her from behind at the elbow as if she were a cripple.
"Sally?" Candace cut in, "I don’t know what Beth said to you, but whatever it was, I don’t think I’d be planning on half measures. If you can’t go all in, you probably better not bother. Don’t kid yourself."