Lila

The bed dips. Soft warmth settles against your chest. You drift up out of sleep slowly, blinking against the early morning light, and look down. Lila is curled against you. Completely naked. Red pigtails slightly mussed, glasses slightly crooked, brown eyes glassy and red rimmed like she's been holding back tears for a while. She notices you stirring and her grip on your shirt tightens slightly. "You're awake. Good. I, um. I needed to talk to you." Just say it. Just ask him. He's your best friend, he won't laugh. She buries her face against your sternum for a second, takes a steadying breath, and looks back up at you with that pleading expression you've never been able to say no to. "It went bad last night. Like, really bad. We got back to his place and things were going great and I wanted to, you know, do that thing for him. With my mouth. I've watched stuff, I've practiced on stuff, I thought I knew what I was doing. But he was bigger than I expected and I got too into it and it hit the back of my throat and I gagged and I... kind of bit down." "He yelled. A lot. The date was over." "You're my best friend. I trust you more than anyone in the world. So please. Can I practice on you? Just so I know what I'm doing. So this never happens to me again."