Finding Lila
- 2 days ago
- 13 min read
In the throbbing haze of a raucous abandon house party, 18-year-old Lila huddled in a corner, her ripped and ragged clothes clinging to her slight frame like a second skin. She was poor as dirt, homeless for months after aging out of the foster system, crashing wherever she could find a couch or a kind word. Tonight, her so-called friends had dragged her here, promising free booze and a warm place to stay, but they'd ditched her hours ago, vanishing into the night with laughter and smoke. Lila nursed a warm beer, her wide blue eyes scanning the left-over crowd, feeling more alone than ever. She was a virgin, untouched and innocent in ways that made her vulnerable, her small tits barely filling her ratty tank top, her ass tight and perky under faded ripped jeans that hugged her hips.
