"I still need mushrooms, tomatoes and some fruit."
"Hi, Bob."
Bob looked up from his nearly complete shopping list. "Hi, Sarah, how ya doin'?" He'd known Sarah since before his divorce. She was an attractive single mom with a daughter just finishing high school.
"I'm doing pretty good. How about you?"
"Not bad. How's Sharon?"
"Well, to be honest, I am a little worried about her. One of her close friends let her boyfriend talk her into doing it in his car a couple of weeks ago. It was her first time and I guess it hurt like hell. Then he got mad and told her she was a terrible lay. He took her home and practically threw her out of the car. Said he never wanted to see her again. Then, to make matters worse, she found out yesterday she's pregnant. Sharon is almost as upset as her friend. She says she's never going to have sex. She doesn't want any guy to treat her like that. I've tried to help her understand that it was probably the guy's fault, not her friend's, but I don't think I'm able to give her what she needs, and I can't afford professional help. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump all of that. I'm really worried."
"It's all right. I understand. I don't think I could afford a shrink for my kid either."
"I really need to finish my shopping, Bob."
"Yeah, Sarah, so do I. See you around. I hope Sharon, .. Well, I hope things get better." Bob moved off towards the produce. He was surprised to hear that at eighteen Sharon was still a virgin. It's a shame, he thought, that kids hurt each other because of their inexperience.
The next morning Bob called Sarah. "Hey, how're you doing this morning?"
"I'm okay. You?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. Look, I've been thinking about what you said yesterday afternoon, and I think I might be able to help. Did Sharon go to school today? I'd like to come over and talk."
"Umm, yeah, she's at school. I guess you could come over. Do you really think you can help?"
"Let me tell you what I think when I get there. I'll see you in a few minutes."
Sarah answered the door in a pair of tight jeans and a tee shirt. Even without make-up she was a good looking woman. A few minutes later, coffee in hand, they sat at the kitchen table to talk.
"I'd be willing to bet," Bob began, "that Sharon's friend's boyfriend was really the one who was a terrible lay. He'd probably read a few porn stories and listened to the guys in the locker room and thought he knew everything there was to know about sex."
"That's what I tried to tell Sharon."
"But the thing is, if her girlfriend had known how to handle the situation, she could have kept herself from getting hurt. She didn't have the right experience, or the self confidence she needed. I'd like to help you give both of those to Sharon."
"What do you mean?"
"If Sharon's friend had known how to satisfy him and what it took to satisfy herself, he would have thought the sex was great. But, more important, if her friend had had the self confidence she needed, she would have just told him "No." The only other problem is that she probably had some of the same hormone stuff going that he did."
"So."
"I think we can give Sharon the self confidence and the experience she needs to avoid those situations. And, maybe, a way to deal with the hormonal thing."
"Wait, how are we going to give her the experience?"
"We're going to have sex with her. I know, you think I'm nuts, but think about it. The first time should really be a great experience, but it needs to be with someone you really trust. Someone who really cares about you. Someone who knows how to make sure it's as good for you as for him. Right now, there isn't anyone she trusts as much as you. And there isn't anyone that cares as much about how she feels as you. The problem you have is that you don't have a cock. I do. If you're there to provide the trust and I'm there to be the guide and, eventually, the cock, between us we can give her everything she needs."
"Wow. I need to think about this. Let me call you later."
" Okay. I'll be home all day. Thanks for the coffee. I still haven't learned to make it right!"
It's early afternoon when the phone rings. Bob picks it up on the third ring. "Hello."
"Hi, Bob, it's Sarah."
"How ya doin'?"
"Good. Look, I think you're right. As crazy as it sounds, at least I know you'll be careful not to hurt her. And I'll be there to make sure of it. And I think you'll really treat her with respect. I mean, I'm not sure how this will all work, but at least I'd be trying to do something for her."
"I think you're right, Sarah. The more I think about it, the more convinced I am this is the right thing for Sharon, and it may wind up being a good thing for you, too."
"Okay. So when do you want to do this?"
"I think the sooner the better. Why not this evening?"
"Well, I guess that's okay. We don't have anything planned."
"Good. Look, I'll be over around seven. I've been thinking about how this will go and I think it would be best if you don't tell her too much. Just tell her I'm gonna be a coach or something. You should both wear jeans and shirts or blouses that button in front. Oh, and if you have bras that hook in front, those would be best, I think."
"Alright, is there anything else?"
"Yeah, you should have a quilt or something like that kinda available in the living room. You know, something we can easily spread out on the living room floor. Something that you don't care if it kinda gets messed up, you know, from her first time."
"Wow, you really have this thought out, don't you?"
"Well. I don't want Sharon to wind up thinking that all men are jerks, so I think we really need to kinda have a plan and do this right, so yeah, I've been thinking it through."
"Okay, Bob. We'll see you at seven."
At seven o'clock Bob knocked on Sarah's front door. As she let him in, he noticed that she was dressed just like he'd suggested, at least as far as he could see. Sharon was sitting on the couch and she was wearing a shirt and jeans just like her mom. She looked even hotter than he'd remembered.
"Hi, Sharon. How are ya?"
"Okay."
