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A slightly naughty sandwich.....

Minutes passed by as they chuckled and chat into the cloying darkness. Lily felt for the first time in a long time- happy, comfortable, safe. John lit a cigarette and passed it along, Lily coughing and sputtering taking a drag of the cancer stick but trying to fit in to their antics nonetheless.

Like bread and butter, the Thames and London, afternoon and tea, the River Mersey and Liverpool- John and Paul were magically joined, in solidarity and comfortable knowing. Intuitive and sparking off the other like kindling and flame.

Lily lay in the middle listening, learning, breathing in their energy, their warmth in the cool room, their ready smiles floating over her, their hair brushing alongside hers, their hands both holding hers. She was falling for them, into them, wishing them success and love and health like you would for newlyweds. Lily wished all of it for the four boys that broke in, and stole her heart. John shifted slightly, ever so slightly and leaned over her...

"Thought you'd gone to sleep Lils" he whispered over her with a smile. His hair hung limp and covered his eyes and she just needed to see him, fully; the wonderful open and emotive face that was John. Her fingers fell through his hair, parting it, dancing along his cheek "Oh Lils" he breathed with heady feeling.

"Time to go" Paul shot up, reaching, feeling about the floor beside the mattress for his shirt; anything really to upset the cosy scene he seemed to be dropped into by John, why had he done this. Lil was a mate, a beauty yes but she needed their support and safety, not.. not....

Her fingers curled round his wrist and she tugged him, hard.

"Stay right there" Lily struggled up from under John, pushing Paul down onto the bed, her space was still there in the middle, a slip of linen in a sea of Beatles. Lily knelt between them, looking down on them as they lay watching her, Paul so uncomfortable and unsure and John, she thought; intrigued, wondering which way she would jump.

They were all so young and as her eyes adjusted to the light that fell over the boys she laid hands flat on their chests. One on John, one on Paul. The beating of their hearts tapping against her palms, drumming and thumping through her.

Lily wanted to explain, show them what she had always seen. Her whispers slow and languishing with tinged sadness. Her fingers danced to an unknown song over their chests.

"I've always been pushed you see. Shoved, dropped into situations that had no corner or refuge for me. I was a pawn in those men's fantasies. It wasn't love; I wasn't loved. I didn't want any of what they did to me." She choked out the last few words.

She had never wanted to lie with someone until now....

Lily took her hands away from their chests and began unbuttoning her shirt slowly, meticulously, eyes flittering up and over them as they watched her, mute, anticipating and worrying, wondering and intrigued to her fingers work.

Paul woke from the slumber of his brain to the rational of his worries "Lil...." Her finger covered his lips and still he spoke quietly. "Lil no"

"You don't like me no or no we shouldn't cause she's dirty no?"

"I...... you're not dirty Lily" John countered gently, running fingers through her hair, smoothing it as she questioned Paul with her eyes, Paul's eyes darting between her with worry... and John with big angry questions. John continued with whispers "You're wonderful Lily Lolly" Lily grinned. Lolly was it now, she could live with that sweet endearment.

"Do you like me Paul?" Lily leaned forward, her toes pressing down into the bed, pushing for an answer and he nodded vehemently yet still mute "Really truly like me?" She was being mean and greedy wanting lots of sweetness plied. She heard them speak so nicely and lovely to her and it was like sunshine on a cloudy day.... Her heart was Britain and her clouds had been many.

But now sunshine streamed over her, and it was them, they were her sunshine.

Worried Paul would now be compliant.... Lily took her fingers from his lips, replaced them with a fleeting kiss then she leaned back to sit up on her knees again, feet and shins flat. She shrugged the cream business shirt off slender shoulders. His breath caught in his chest, his eyes shut from want and worry and he opened them again and looked to the ceiling for divine guidance, she grasped his hand and before he knew what she was doing she placed it on her breast.

Her kneading his hand.

Her moving his hand over her creamy skin, and then, she moaned.

He gave up, giving into the feelings enveloping him, smothering him, his want overpowering his won't. Paul lowered his eyes carefully from the ceiling, watching her smile softly making that pretty 'o' with her lips. His eyes took off, lower still to her fingers which were dancing his hand over her body. Doomed.

Lily watched Paul argue with himself but his fingers rubbed over her nipple now without her intervention. She bit her lip as his fingers squeezed and rolled..... then she smiled down upon John who was holding his hand up limply, as if to say 'I don't know what to do either' , with that quirky smile of his.

"Lolly"

His fingers where different~ stronger, thicker and he flicked her nipple til she squeezed her thighs tight together. "Lolly, kiss me"

And she felt his lips, take, give, share and his tongue struck her teeth then tangled with her own. And she let him take over her mind all while Paul watched his own fingers skim over her soft skin that shone lushious creamy on her hip all while his own tongue licked and flicked over her tight nipple. Paul wanted her lips, those cherry red swollen lips that blazed her face and made her smile so sweetly. He pushed John and got a hoot of laughter from his mate for his brazen act.

Johns lips latched to her tit and he never wanted to release, she was an innocent and brazen Lily all rolled into one and he wondered if he could surprise her, make his fingers melt her, til she dripped.

She was on her back, her body under attack from all borders. Her nerves tingling, butterflies dancing, the tightness she had never felt before contracting, sending her senses into overdrive. Her breathing pitched and grew rapid as John danced digits over her... and in her. She grasped a shoulder, bit a neck and never knew who to apologise to, or beg for more.

It was sexy and beautiful. She still needed more; more of their skin, their strength, their touch.

Paul pushed John out of the way, eager now for his own deep taste, and touch, of their Lily. Legs over his shoulders, she flew into the sun.

Lily dozed a while, languishing in her orgasmic haze.

It had only hurt all those times before in Liverpool....

No soft touches or foreplay to gentle the first thrust.

Sleep fell away, she was curled tightly, limbs entangled, she felt strokes of fingers against her hips, squeezes to her buttocks. John facing her, Paul spooning her.

The evenings events washed over her and she felt a little worried that they would be upset with each other.

Paul left for the bathroom when John had devoured her with more heated delving kisses... wasn't sure he could watch the oncoming union after having her himself. His jealousy rearing even after the shared nights events thus far.

Hot fingers, latched onto her hips and they joined together in one glorious thrust, her moans mingled with fist in the mouth wanting screams. Johns groans of lust inflaming her higher. Their bodies chasing heights and then, she reached a zenith so beautiful she never wanted to leave.

Gathering his wits and finally letting her go John pounded the bathroom door til Paul tumbled out, flustered and unsure of his presence there.

Lily stood in all her finery, her creamy skin. Breasts pert, buttocks tight and her hands outstretched, beckoning him. She melted him with her eyes and called him to her with her smile. Paul was gentle, patient and willing to slow dance his way in the sallow light.

Lily couldn't believe her body was wanting; wanting them again and again. Wanting also to please them, wanting to feel their hearts slam in their chests against hers.

Lily took over, straddled Paul, his hands roaming, her breath catching and finally the explosion. Seeing the peak of new found escasty once more she greedily she took the feelings, locking them in her memory as she continued rocking her way done.

Lily was hugging and kissing and thanking and wishing them to touch her again. They made her want to be a woman, to enjoy all of a woman's virtues. This felt nice, right, safe, warm, loved even.

She made them feel strength and gentleness and she made them remember how to care for a woman.

Touch her like a jewel, make her feel like a queen.

"I'll tell Nell to keep an eye out for you tonight" John kissed her wistfully whilst zipping up his trousers, one arm stuffed in the sleeve of his jacket. Paul hovering, waiting, for his chance to talk to her. It would be brief they were all late, all overslept, all tired.

Carrying his boots John smiled, caressed her cheek once more, winked and disappeared down the stairs.

"Alright?"

"Yes, course" Lily kissed him, deeper than Johns peck. She expected Paul needed reassurance she felt him melt and relax under her lips. "Are you?" Lily pulled his shirt straight and flattened the crinkles out as best she could. His jacket flopped over his forearm.

"Tired, sated. Happy that I got to make you smile proper like"

"Oh, I smiled proper like quite a lot" Lily bit her lip and wished to pull his shirt out again, instead she saw herself choosing the less desperate option; she ran her fingers down his zipper. It was a very much a forlorn second to her wants. Paul, much to her delight, wasn't so unsure this morning, seeing the look of open serenity on her face that meld into lust in her gaze he grabbed her hand, pushing his quickly rising heat against her fingers.

"Naughty" Paul grinned, she was still gorgeous. He had worried he'd see her in the morning light differently because of what had happened between the three of them but all he saw was Lily... but new, improved- happier. A much, much happier Lily. "See you tonight Gorgeous" Another stolen kiss and he was gone.

Lily got herself moving ready for another day.

She was now trapped in a new way. Washing up mountains of dishes from the breakfast hustle and bustle, and the overnight room service orders. Seemingly endless, she stared at her soapy wrinkled dishwater hands and let a smile form. This was honest, true work and if she kept the job she could consider herself a citizen of upstanding repute, able to look others in the eye, able to feel confident and safe as she lived a normal day to day life.

Norman the kitchen manager walked slowly toward her, he had interviewed her like she was on a witness stand and her few shaky answers and half answered queries made her want to run and hide. He appeared to be nice, he had seemed normal, he seemed to treat everyone in a professional manner. That was until he asked her into his office this very morning.

"Lily, I'm happy with your work, you have been conscientious and fast learning" Norman moved around his small desk littered with paperwork and last night's dinner plate, an ashtray overflowing, a half bottle of scotch lay in the corner on the floor by the filing cabinet. Sitting on the corner of the desk he now looked down upon her, his knee swung round and she faced his crotch.

She faced what she never wanted to face again.

Pressure.

"You're very pretty and I think we could get you into a good hotel maid role... perhaps even a managers role" Flattering her, she let her eyes rise from the hands she grasped in her lap.

She wasn't dumb, she smelt predators, she smelt the hunter and she guessed, perhaps, he smelt her, the prey. If it wasn't the sex that lingered on her from her night with John and Paul it was most likely the air of innocence that fell around her marking her that way. Her face, her father had prized her face; he sold her just by describing her face. Angelic, innocence, lips of cherry, plump with a cupid bow and full... accomplished.

She wore her hair lank now and tied back severely to counter the looks she was cursed with. No makeup, she hadn't worn mascara in weeks. If she had glasses she would have tried to hide behind them too.

Her eyes fell away to the floor, it would be only moments.

It would happen soon.

His zip click-clacked so very loudly to her ears, piercing her ears, screaming with each millimetre it fell.

Click clack, click Clack.

She wanted to throw up, nausea welled in her stomach and every happy feeling she had existed on in the last few hours was torn away and replaced with this.....

Lily lost her job.

And Norman had to make an embarrassing trip to the hospital.