You're Good Enough For ME, Sweetie!

Ricky Spanish's sitting on his bed looking like someone kicked his puppy when Caitlin Bell peeks in. She asks what's got him so down and he spills about his girlfriend ditching him for prom—and for some other guy. Caitlin listens, rubbing his back while he bitches that he's just as good as those jocks, just in his own way. She nods and calls him sweet and caring, says any woman with half a brain would see he's a catch. That perks him up for a second, but he sours again thinking about the limo and hotel room he already booked. He stops short, but Caitlin nudges him to keep talking. Voice small, he admits they were gonna finally do it, lose their virginity together. She pulls him into her chest, tells him it'll happen someday. Ricky grumbles that could be years away. Caitlin thinks for a beat, then offers him a dirty little solution—if he really can't wait, she can help him right now. Ricky's eyes pop, jaw hanging. She swears she's dead serious, that she's doing it to cheer him up. Suddenly the dude's smiling like Christmas came early. She adds they gotta keep it between them, and he nods so fast his head might snap off. Caitlin gives him that slow, knowing grin and starts peeling clothes off, ready to be Ricky's first.