They are in Jess's cozy bedroom. The lighting is dim and a small TV flickering with the glow of a late-night film. Ian, 22, Jess, 19, and Lilly, 18, are all sprawled across the bed, blankets tangled around them like a cocoon. The movie plays some classic romance (of which the title has long since been forgotten) that sets the mood perfectly.

Ian and Jess are nestled under a heavy duvet, their legs entwined, hands wandering beneath the fabric. Jess’s fingers brush against Ian’s hip, then slip lower, sliding into his boxers with surprising confidence. Ian lets out a soft exhale, his own hand finding its way between her thighs, fingertips pressing gently against the thin fabric of her underwear.

The movie rolls on, the characters on screen talking about love and longing, while the real-life trio lies in silence, hearts pounding. Lilly, curled up in her own blanket, pretends to be engrossed in the film, but her eyes keep drifting toward the couple under the duvet. She hears the faintest rustling, the occasional sigh, and then—

"I know exactly what’s going on."

Her voice cuts through the quiet, calm but firm. Ian and Jess freeze mid-touch, their breath catching. For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then Jess lets out a nervous laugh, trying to play it off.

"What? We were just... watching the movie."

Lilly sits up slightly, peering over the edge of her blanket. Her face is unreadable, but there’s no anger—just curiosity.

Lilly tilts her head, studying them both. "You two are always like this," she says, her tone light but pointed. "It’s kind of obvious."

Jess shifts uncomfortably, glancing at Ian, who remains frozen, unsure how to respond. The movie continues playing in the background, the actors speaking about love and connection, while the real-life scene unfolds in awkward silence.

Then, Lilly surprises them both by sitting up fully, pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders. "I’m not mad," she says, her voice steady. "I just… want to understand."

She pauses, then adds, "I’ve never done anything like this before. I mean, I’ve thought about it, but I’ve never… you know."

Jess hesitates, then gives Ian a look.

Ian shrugs, unsure what to say. Jess finally breaks the silence, her voice soft but determined.

"I don’t mind," she says, glancing at Lilly. "If you want to watch, that’s fine. But only if Ian’s okay with it."

Ian swallows hard, his pulse racing. He doesn’t really have a choice—he’s already in this, and the heat between him and Jess is still simmering. He nods slowly.

Lilly grins, a little nervously but excitedly. "Okay," she whispers. "Let’s see."

Jess pulls the duvet down just enough for Lilly to see. The movie still plays in the background, the characters on screen kissing passionately as Jess takes Ian’s cock into her hand again.

She moves carefully, her fingers tracing the outline of his shaft through the fabric of his boxers. Lilly watches intently, her eyes wide as Jess explains in hushed tones.

"This is how it works," Jess murmurs, her hand sliding higher. "You start slow, then build up. It feels good, right?"

Ian lets out a quiet groan, his body reacting automatically. Jess leans in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispers, "You’re getting harder. Just relax, babe."

Lilly leans in closer, fascinated. She reaches out tentatively, her fingers hovering near the edge of the blanket. Jess notices and smiles, guiding her hand gently.

"Here," she says, placing Lilly’s palm against Ian’s thigh. "Feel how warm he is. It really gets his blood flowing."

Lilly’s fingers tremble slightly as they make contact, her breath hitching at the warmth beneath her touch. She traces the curve of Ian’s leg, her eyes locked onto the movements of Jess’ hand removing his boxers and exposing his erection. The movie fades into the background as the three of them focus entirely on the moment.

Jess continues explaining, her voice low and steady. "This is called precum. It helps make things easier." She lifts her hand, showing Lilly the slickness on her fingers before using it to guide her strokes. "It’s natural. It happens when someone gets turned on."

Lilly nods, absorbing every word. Her curiosity overrides any hesitation, and she watches intently as Jess moves faster, her hand working methodically. Ian’s breathing grows heavier, his muscles tensing as the pressure builds.

The movie ends, but none of them notice.

As the credits roll, the room is filled with a charged silence. Jess slows her pace, letting Ian’s breathing return to normal. She wipes her hand on a tissue, then turns to Lilly with a small smile.

"That’s how it works," she says, her voice gentle. "But it’s not just about the physical part. It’s about trust, too."

Lilly nods, her cheeks flushed but her eyes still bright with fascination. "I get it," she says. "Thank you for showing me."

Ian, still lying under the blanket, exhales slowly, his heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. Jess stretches beside him, yawning. "We should probably get some sleep," she says, nudging him lightly. "Tomorrow’s another day."

They settle back into the bed, the three of them curled together under the covers, the weight of the night lingering in the air. The room is quiet except for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft sound of their breathing. Jess drifts off quickly, her head resting on Ian's shoulder, but Ian lies awake for a while, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts racing.

The night drags on, the three of them eventually falling into a restless sleep. The room is quiet, save for the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional shift in position. By dawn, the sun hasn’t risen yet, but the sky outside is beginning to lighten, casting a pale blue hue through the curtains.

Jess is gone. She left early, probably before the sun came up, leaving behind a note on the bedside table: “See you later. Love you.” The words are scrawled hastily, but the sentiment is clear.

Ian stirs, his body still warm from the nights events. He opens his eyes, blinking against the dim light.

He stretches, feeling the lingering effects of the previous night, and rolls onto his side. The bed is colder now without Jess, and the silence feels heavier than before. His hand instinctively moves down, and he lets out a quiet groan as he realizes that he is rock hard.

He tosses and turns, trying to fall back asleep, but the feeling won’t subside. The room is empty except for Lilly, who’s still curled up in her blanket, her breathing deep and even. A few minutes pass, and then—

"Hey," she mumbles, her voice still sleepy. She blinks up at him, squinting in the dim light. "You’re awake?"

Ian hesitates, then nods. "Yeah. I can’t sleep."

Lilly yawns, stretching lazily. "Why?"

Ian shifts uncomfortably, his face heating up. "I... uh... I guess I’m just, you know..." He trails off, not wanting to explain. Lilly, still half-asleep, tilts her head, studying him.

"You are hard," she says simply, her voice still thick with sleep. "That’s why you can’t sleep."

Ian groans, covering his face with his hands. "God, you’re not supposed to notice that."

Lilly giggles, sitting up slightly. "Relax, I’m not judging. I mean, After last night. I might as well finish the job."

She scoots closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Come on, Ian. Let me help you."

Ian stares at her, torn between embarrassment and temptation. "You’re joking, right?" he mutters, but Lilly just smirks, leaning in closer.

"Nope," she says, her voice playful but sincere. "I told you I wanted to learn. And I meant it."

She reaches out, her fingers brushing against his erection through the fabric of his boxers. Ian inhales sharply, his body betraying him instantly. He knows he shouldn’t, but something about the way she looks at him—curious, eager, unafraid—makes it impossible to say no.

"Lilly..." he starts, but she cuts him off with a soft laugh.

"Just relax," she says, her hand moving lower, slipping into his waistband. "I promise I’ll be gentle."

Ian's breath catches as Lilly's fingers wrap around him, her touch light but deliberate. The morning light filters in through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as she begins to move her hand slowly, mimicking what Jess taught her the night before. Ian's body responds immediately, his muscles tightening as pleasure spreads through him.

Lilly watches intently, her eyes fixed on the motion of her own hand, trying to replicate what she saw. She's focused, curious, and surprisingly skilled for someone who's never done this before. Every stroke sends a shiver through Ian, and he can't help but let out a quiet moan, his eyes fluttering shut.

She pauses for a second, checking in with him. "Is that... good?" she asks, her voice full of genuine concern rather than arrogance.

Ian lets out a shaky breath, nodding. "Yeah... yeah, it’s good."

Lilly smiles, satisfied, and resumes her movements, adjusting her grip slightly as she gains confidence. The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of her hand moving and Ian’s ragged breathing. He doesn’t speak, just lets himself sink into the sensation, his mind blank except for the feeling of her touch.

After a few moments, Lilly pauses again, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Do you... um... do you usually come fast?" she asks, her voice hesitant but curious.

Ian chuckles weakly, his voice hoarse.

"Not usually. But... I think I’m close."

Lilly nods, understanding. Without another word, she speeds up just slightly, her hand moving with more purpose."

Ian's breathing becomes uneven, his fingers curling into the sheets as the pressure builds. Lilly watches him closely, her expression a mix of fascination and determination. She adjusts her grip, her movements becoming more confident, more precise. The room is silent except for the soft sounds of her hand and his shallow, quickened breaths.

His body tenses, a low groan escaping his lips as the wave of pleasure crashes over him. He arches slightly, his muscles locking for a brief moment before relaxing completely. When he finally opens his eyes, he finds Lilly watching him, her face serene, almost proud.

"That was... amazing," he murmurs, his voice still shaky.

Lilly grins, wiping her hand on a tissue. "Good. I’m glad I could help."

Ian laughs softly, shaking his head.