Jeff's hand rested gently on her thigh. "You don't have to tell me," he said. Instantly her stomach relaxed and she felt a river of warmth
flood down her spine. It felt good. It felt very good.
She swallowed around the lump in her throat. "No, I want to. I've - we've - had sex. And it was good. I've only been with him. But, like, he
wants to do it...he wants us to try anal. He's done it before and I haven't, so I guess I'm just a little nervous?"
"A little?" said Jeff. "Melanie, you're shivering like a leaf." He patted her thigh and returned his hand to the steering wheel. "So I
imagine this trip to the pharmacy was just a ruse to get lubricant? Clever girl..."
She giggled at the conspiratorial face he made. "No," she said. "I really am on my period. I got it just before we left. That's why Ryan
said we should...you know. He doesn't like to do it when I'm-"
Jeff shook his head. "Nothing wrong with parting the red sea, I always say. But I understand. Some men grow weak at the sight of blood,
while others take strength from it. You, young creature, do you get the urge when your menses is flowing?"
She flushed bright red. It was true; she always felt particularly horny in the latter days of her period.
"No need for shame," said Jeff. "It's perfectly natural. But Ryan did ask you to buy lubricant, did he not?"
Melanie shook her head. "He...he said we wouldn't need any."
Jeff frowned. "Oh? And I suppose he isn't planning on using a condom."
"Well, we didn't bring any..."
"He didn't bring any, is what you mean."
She shrugged. "I want to make him happy. I'm just nervous."
Jeff exhaled compassionately. "Melanie, my dear, my heart goes out to you. I wish there was something I could do to ease your apprehension.
I suppose I could, well...no."
Melanie's legs tensed in anticipation. "What?"
"No, no, no," he muttered, cranking the SUV into park. She was so wound up she hadn't even realized they'd arrived.
"Please?" she said. "Oh, you've been so understanding. I want to know what you think."
"Well..." said Jeff, scratching his head. "I have a fair bit of experience in...this particular area. I'd be happy to help you understand
your body and the hygienic practicalities involved. But that might not be appropriate."
"Oh..." said Melanie. The tension in her thighs rode up into her center with a tantalizing tingle. "Um. I guess so. But I'd...I'd really
appreciate it?" Her heart hammered at her breasts as she considered what Uncle Jeff was asking. Her anal virginity. Was it appropriate? She
wasn't sure. But her body was getting excited. Much more excited than she'd been when Ryan suggested it.
Jeff shook his head. "I'd hate to make you uncomfortable, Melanie. Forget I mentioned it." He popped his door.
"Wait!" She hadn't meant to scream.
His eyes, scintillating and seductive, peered over his shoulder. "Yes...?"
She chewed on her lip. "Uh...but...Aunt Eileen. Would she...mind?"
"Why would she? I'd just explain a few things about your body, about the male body, and about the best way to enjoy anal intercourse. It
would be an educational experience, not some torrid affair. Nothing shameful about that, is there?"
When he put it like that, it seemed perfectly sensible. She had a vague feeling that Ryan might not agree, but she couldn't imagine why...