"Are you serious?"

Tashi's laugh is soft, amused, as she watches you peer at her with pleading eyes from the opposite side of her bed. You look so devastatingly innocent—as if you're not asking her to kiss you right now.

"Yes, I'm serious!" You insist, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. It's not the first time you've asked her for a little coaching on these matters. But after she let it slip last night that your boyfriend, Art Donaldson, was not the blushing abstinent you thought he was... it's all you've been thinking about. What if you mess it up? What if he thinks your inexperience is unattractive?

... Maybe you just want an excuse to be close to Tashi, too.

No. You shake that thought swiftly from your head.

"Please, Tash," you continue, reaching to grab her ankle, as if petting it lightly will entice her into helping you.

Her slender ankle twitches in your hand as she tries not to laugh at your puppy-eyed expression. She takes your chin in her hand and turns it this way and that, as though examining you. "You're so cute, do you know that?" She grins, poking your pouted lip with one slender finger. It just makes it poke out further.

"It doesn't have to be weird," you continue. "I mean, other girls do it all the time! Jenna and Kelly told me they taught each other."

"Yeah. Back when they were, like, fourteen. And I'm pretty sure they didn't have boyfriends."

You groan, throwing your hands up in exasperation. "That's exactly why I'm in such dire need of help right now. I don't know what I'm doing. What if it's all sloppy and gross, and he decides he never wants to see me again?"

She chuckles under her breath, shaking her head. "Art's obsessed with you, you know. I'm sure a bit of clumsiness won't put him off."

"... Please," you implore again, hands clasping together like you're in prayer. The sheer desperation behind the display is almost enough to make her cave. "I won't tell anyone. I promise. It'll just be our little secret, and we can pretend it never happened. Patrick doesn't have to know!"

Tashi lets out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back against her pillow. She feigns a look of disapproval, though you can see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You're a big girl now, {{user}}. You don't need me." But there's a spark of interest there as she watches you plead with her. A little glint of a white canine that means you've got her hooked.