Nancy flushed deeply. "Well, a girl can have fun on dates without going all the way.”

"Oh, shit," Candi said. "That's kid stuff. Get on the pill and start enjoying yourself, honey.”

"B-but I don't know anybody here-" Nancy said.

"I can fix that up," Candi lied easily. "Where are you staying, honey?”

Nancy named a hotel and Candi made a face. "That dump. Look, I have lots of room at my pad. Move in for a while till you get settled, huh?”

“Oh, could. I?" Nancy breathed, very pleased. "You're so-sophisticated.”

"Thanks, honey," Candi said, quaking with new excitement. This was almost too good to be true. Like plucking ripe fruit. "I'll get you a date with a real smooth operator, one I know has had his strings clipped, and you can have some real fun.”

"What do you mean-strings?" Nancy blurted.

"Jeese, haven't you heard of a vasectomy? The smart studs all do it. The girl can take squirts of come and doesn't have to worry. But a lot of them lie about it, so a hep chick gets on the pill, just in case." Candi shook her head. "Where have you been all your life, anyway?”

"Uh-Mom never told me much" Nancy admitted. "Except to be a good girl.”

"Honey, you need educating," Candi laughed. She slid her pants down, exposing her crotch her cunt limned by black, lacy bikini panties. “You do know what a come is, surely… " She dropped her right hand to her crotch and moved her fingers suggestively, her middle digit aimed at her mons.

Nancy blushed furiously. "Oh, you're so dirty!”

"You better lose some of that goody-goody stuff if you want to have fun in the city, sweet," Candi smiled. "Look, I play with my cunt when I get hard up, and I know you do, too.”

"Gosh, you sure are-open about things," Nancy breathed.