Eva never really watched TV or movies for that matter. The boys kept their TV in a cabinet, and she honestly didn't even know it was there until tonight.
It was very interesting. With a push of a button, the TV rose up like some kind of magic. The movie was bright and colorful, like drawings in a children's book. She was captivated.
She had changed into pajamas, covered in a warm blanket and laying across Miles whose fingers ran through her hair. Her eyes were getting heavier and heavier by the minute, but she didn't want to miss out on the ending.
"We can finish it tomorrow," Miles whispered. "Close your eyes, Evie."
"I'm not tired," she insisted.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss the side of her face.
"No?" he teased. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, moving her head so their lips met. He coaxed her to sit up so she wasn't twisting her neck, leaving her in quite a compromised position with her straddling his lap.
She liked being so close to him. It felt nice, and her whole body felt warm as she let her hands rest on his chest as she continued to chase his lips.
Her hips moved. It was almost a natural progression that she didn't have to think very much about.
Miles made a gentle noise, pulling away from her slightly.
"Let's slow down, sunshine," he whispered. "There's no rush."
Eva was flushed. She could feel it all over her body, and it got worse when she realized she had the unwavering attention of Graham and Pierce.
"I liked it," she admitted quietly.
"Do you know what was happening, Eva?" Graham asked. He was very serious with the question, especially when he called her by her name like that.
She knew about sex. She only knew about the crude, horrific version of things that were said as disgusting comments to her or others around her. Her knowledge was very limited.
She never thought of it as something she would ever consider doing, but if Miles wanted to keep going right now, she would be okay with it. It was the fact that sex would change their relationship that bothered her the most.
"Not very much," she answered. "Only the basic idea."
"Did what we just do bother you?" Miles asked.
"No," she said honestly. "I liked it. I wouldn't have minded if we kept going."
The three of them didn't look convinced. Eva knew she was going to have to open up a little bit more, and she took a deep breath to gather her thoughts.
"I was never raped," Eva admitted. "I'm very lucky in that way. I know others weren't so lucky. What I know about sex is only what people would say when they made gross comments."
"Thank you for telling us," Pierce said. "We would never want to put you in any situation that could be harmful."
"I know that," she nodded. "The way you treat me is why this felt good."
"It can feel better," Miles teased, lightening the mood with his bright, teasing smile.
"Would you show me?" she asked, as bravely as she could manage, though it still sounded quiet to her own ears.
Miles looked taken aback by the question, and Eva leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
Miles looked at Graham who nodded his head.
"If that's what you really want, Evie," Miles said, reaching up to brush the hair out of her face. "We can try something small, test the waters out a little bit."
That sounded nice. She was willing to try anything to unwind the strange feeling in her stomach. She felt restless, warm to the bone.
"I think it should be Graham or Pierce for this," he added. "They've always been dominant over me in our relationship."
"Dominant?" Eva asked, unsure of the word used in that context.
"Even though we are all equal, Evie, there's still a little bit of an order to all of us. Don't you think?" Pierce asked.
That made sense. She had seen the way each of them interacted with each other many times to know that Graham was the one in charge. She could feel that.
And Pierce was right. That didn't mean things were unequal. It was just an order that was a bigger deal when it came to sex, apparently.
"I don't have a preference," Eva whispered. "Please."
There seemed to already be an agreement between the three of them, even without them having to say anything.
Graham stood up, reaching for her and she allowed him to pick her up. She loved being carried by him.
He set her gently on the bed, leaning down for a quick kiss.
"I need you to try extra hard to use your words for me, honey," Graham said. "I can't guess how you are feeling, and it would make me feel better if I could just hear it right from you."
"Okay," she agreed. She was excited, a bit nervous, but eager to have this experience with them.
The bed dipped with Pierce and Miles' weight. Her lips quirked a bit. It felt nice to have their undivided attention. It made her feel pretty.
Graham continued to mold their lips, letting his hands roam up and down her sides, dipping teasingly under her shirt and gently coaxing the fabric up until she had to lift it over her head.
She felt exposed, but not in a bad way. Their gazes were heated as they soaked her in. Graham eased down her pants.
"Look how pretty you are," he cooed, letting his finger trail along her bare abdomen, dipping low to the tops of her panties. The way he was looking at her made her feel like she was no longer covered in scars. "Isn't she?"
"The prettiest thing we've ever seen," Miles said, leaning down so his nose brushed hers.
"How did we get so lucky?" Pierce asked.
She asked herself that a lot recently. She couldn't believe these men were real.
"Is it okay if we take these off?" Graham asked, thumbing her underwear.
"Yes," she said, mindful of verbally saying the word like he had asked her to. She shivered. She had to be on fire.
She could feel that she was damp between her legs. She tried to remember learning what that was, but her mind was scrambled.
"What is it?" Pierce asked.
"Between my legs, its-" she struggled, feeling the blush bloom on her already heated face.
"Wet," Graham said, finishing the sentence for her. His finger trailed along her panties. She sucked in a sharp breath when he applied a little pressure.
"That's a good thing," Pierce said. "That means you like what is happening. It's just a normal response."
Graham eased her underwear down, leaving her exposed. Her skin broke out in goosebumps.
"I'm going to touch you," Graham said, waiting for her to agree which she did.
She felt his fingers dip along her folds, pressing down on a certain spot that had her arching off the bed. She gasped, feeling tingly and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Please," she begged, not sure what she was asking for, but she needed more.
"Poor baby," Pierce said, kissing her cheek.
Graham stuck his index finger in his mouth, coating it with his spit.
He gently pushed that finger inside of her. She tensed at the strange intrusion.
But then he started moving it, slowly at first until she got used to it. Just in and out, and ever so meticulous. It started to feel good, and a soft sound fell from her lips.
"I think she likes it," Miles said, chuckling a bit. She leaned up for a kiss.
Graham let his thumb brush over that sensitive point that had her arching off of the bed. It felt amazing as he picked up speed, adding a second finger to the mix.
Eva cried out, unsure of what was happening as the pleasure kept building inside of her. She felt like she was going to explode.
"You're working towards an orgasm," Graham explained. "Just let it happen, Evie. Cum on my fingers."
She tensed. She couldn't take any more. She was going to -
Something inside of her released, spilling into a bliss that she had never experienced berore. It was like waves of an ocean building and building until finally crashing onto the shore.
"You did so well," Graham said, leaning down for a kiss. "You're our perfect girl."
Eva couldn't resist a smile at his endearments. They were so sweet to her.
She liked this a lot. The attention and pleasure, it wasn't anything like she was expecting to experience.
She went to move, but Graham stopped her.
"Do you mind getting a rag from the bathroom, Pierce?"
They cleaned her up and cared for, coddling her like she had given them a special gift.
Her feelings were becoming more intense for them. She wondered what they thought about her.