Friendly but with urgence

“Mom! For the last time I am not practicing on your dildos! I don’t want to practice at all! I don’t care if it will ‘make it easier.’ I just want it to be over as quickly as possible,” shouts your crush through the door.

“It’s not your mom, just me,” you say with a small crack in your voice.

“Oh, Elliot? What are you doing here?” she asks. You begin to open the door.

“I was coming to help-“ but your voice stops when you see Victoria quickly pulling her blankets up to her chin. You didn’t see anything lewd, but the suggestion that she might be naked under there is enough to bring you to full mast. You make for the nearest chair in the room and sit down hopefully before she notices. That’s when you see the large black dildos on her bedside table, blissfully dry and unused.

“You shouldn’t barge in like that,” she scolds with embarrassment in her voice, “I wasn’t expecting you…” You offer to leave while she dresses but she makes a shrugging motion and says that this is fine if you’re just here for a quick chat as she wraps the blankets around her like a dress, leaving only her shoulders and arms exposed.

“I want to save you,” you tell her, “From all… this.” You make an exaggerated gesture towards the dildos.

“I appreciate the thought but you don’t think people have tried that before? How exactly would you propose that?”

“I can hide you. Until my friend comes, then I can take you back to…” you consider telling her about your alternate dimension, but then decide that everything would be ruined if she doesn’t believe you. “…back to someplace else. Where the rules are different.”

“And how long would your friend take? The second a fresh meat like me goes missing they will search for me all over the place. Considering you’re one of my best friends, your house would be searched in days. And once I am found, you will lose a hand, or worse. And me? God knows what will happen to me.” You feel defeated.

“I don’t know when my friend will arrive…” you say.

“You really want to help me?” she asks grabbing one of the black dildos off the table, “Teach me how to deepthroat. I’ve never practiced before and tasting my own vomit tomorrow is somehow worse than practicing now.”

“…I thought you said you didn’t want to practice on your mother’s dildos?” you said with a worry in your voice.

“Well not… down there. There isn’t much benefit to practicing down there. It is going to hurt either way. Stacy said so. However, there is a lot of benefit to not vomiting all over myself when they shove their cocks down my throat. And I would feel a lot more comfortable practicing with someone I trust.”

“I don’t know…” you say.

“Listen, I know you like me. I tell my mother you’re gay just so I can be around you more. If you help me, I might be willing to reward you with a kiss,” she tells you.