So here is what I'm thinking. It's a tea party, and Hanako seems sad.
 
Lilly asks her what the problem is, and she tells her best friend. . . it's because the boy she likes has found another girl. Maybe it's Emi. Maybe it's Rin or Shizune. Doesn't matter. What matters is that Hanako has found out that Hisao likes someone else, and this makes her feel sad.
 
And Lilly feels her heart skip a beat, because she remembers what it was like when she found out that her sister Akira had found a boyfriend. What it felt like when Misha confessed to Shizune. Lilly knows what it's like to lose someone you love to someone else, and her heart goes out for her friend.
 
"Hanako?" she says. "Close your eyes."
 
Hanako does so. And Lilly stands up. She walks to one side of the tea table, slowly unbuttoning her pajama top. With a dreamy slowness she takes off her pajama bottoms and stands before her close friend naked. Dropping to all fours, she crawls over until she feels Hanako's foot under her hand, then lets the hand run up the girl's calf until it touches the hem of her pink nightgown.
 
Hanako opens her eyes, and the first thing she sees is Lilly's naked body on all fours before her. Her protests are silenced by Lilly's finger upon her lips. "Just close your eyes, Hanako, and imagine Hisao," Lilly whispers.
 
Hanako closes her eyes. She lets Lilly take her nightgown off, pulling it over her head and leaving her naked against the chill air of the dorm room.
 
"Tell me what you want Hisao to do," Lilly murmurs.
 
Hanako blushes. Her eyes close. Her dark hair covers her face. But still, she stammers out, "I. . . I want Hisao's hands on my body. I want to feel him touch me. . ."
 
Lilly nods and reaches out. Letting her hands explore her friend's body, she strokes Hanako's sides, her calves and thighs, letting her fingers run all over the shy, timid girl's skin.
 
Hanako whimpers in pleasure, but this isn't right. She was imagining strong, large hands, not Lilly's delicate fingertips. But still, even though this isn't what she laid in bed at night fantasizing about as she ran her hands over her own skin, the feeling of pleasure it elicits is unmistakable.
 
Suddenly she realizes that she's incredibly wet.
 
Lilly lays her down on the bed and lays down at her side. Two fingers push deep into her friend's sex. Wet, erotic sounds fill the air, accentuated by the high-pitched moaning of Hanako's desperate cries.
 
In her mind, Hanako imagines Hisao laying over her. She imagines being roughly pushed down onto the bed. Is this what it will feel like? She imagines Hisao's leering face looming over her as he pushes deep inside her, violating her deepest, most secret places.
 
Is it bad that she wants this? Does it make her into a dirty girl if she fantasizes about being pushed into the bed against her will? Her mind races, imagining the sound of tearing nylon as he rips apart her sheer stockings. She wonders what it would feel like to be laid bare as openly as that.
 
In her fantasy, she imagines the aftermath. She imagines being fucked senseless against her will, pushed down and taken hard. She imagines Hisao being driven mad by his lust for her, despite the ugliness of her scarred body. She imagines being left a gasping, helpless heap on the bed as Hisao drops beside her.
 
But of course it wouldn't end there. As she turns to see him, as she pulls the blanket over her shoulders. . . as she looks over to him, she would, of course, see him smile. And of course he would reach out for her. Because despite the fact that he was driven mad by lust for her, there would be real love there, wouldn't there? And of course he would care enough to whisper that he loves her just before falling asleep holding her in his arms. . .
 
That is the image that runs through Hanako's mind in the moments before Lilly's fingers drive her into orgasm, causing her to cry out with the throbbing release. Tears flash in the dim light as she feels her heart break, knowing that will never happen. Not now.
 
In the wake of that moment, she feels Lilly crawl into bed beside her. She feels her friend's warm, soft body wrap around her, pulling her close to her, almost like a mother, although it seems so inappropriate to think of it as "motherly" given what has just happened. In the darkness of Lilly's room, she closes her eyes and cries herself to sleep in her friend's arms.
 
And Lilly holds her close until the morning finally comes.