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The weak morning light, grey and thin, did little to dispel the gloom clinging to their small kitchen. Jake sat hunched over a mug of coffee he hadn't touched, the silence between them thick enough to choke on. He'd barely slept, the images from the loft - Barry's hands on Lily, the shocking moment of penetration, his own shameful release watching it - playing on a relentless loop in his mind. He felt sick, hollowed out, yet a stubborn, unwelcome warmth still pulsed low in his groin. He picked at a loose thread on the placemat, avoiding her gaze.

Lily moved with a quiet feline grace, pouring herself orange juice. She wore one of Jake's oversized white button-down shirts, the top few buttons undone, offering a deep V that revealed the smooth outline of her supple breasts. The hem barely grazed the top of her thighs, showing off long, toned legs ending in bare feet, her toenails painted a playful pink. Tiny, silk sleep shorts, the color of champagne, peeked out from beneath the shirttails, clinging to the curve of her ass as she leaned over the counter. A subtle, almost imperceptible bloom was on her skin, a languidness in her movements that felt like a deliberate counterpoint to his own raw-nerved agitation.

"You didn't sleep much, did you?" Her voice was soft, a gentle probe into the silence.

Jake finally looked up, his eyes bloodshot. His voice came out hoarse. "We need to talk about yesterday, Lil. About... what happened with Barry." Even saying the name felt like swallowing glass.

Lily slowly sat opposite him, her expression carefully neutral. She took a small sip of her juice. "Okay, Jake. I figured we would."

He struggled for a moment, the words catching in his throat. "He... he entered you, Lily." The words were out, stark and ugly. "Right there. With all of them watching. With me watching. That wasn't... that wasn't the plan. That wasn't what we said." His hand tightened around his mug, his knuckles showing white.

Lily looked down at her juice, her finger tracing the rim of the glass. Her voice was low, carefully tinged with a delicate shame. "I know, Jake. It... it happened so fast. One minute he was just... arranging me for the shot... and the next..." She trailed off, letting the unspoken fill the space between them. She took another slow sip, her throat working.

Then, she looked up, her eyes meeting his. A flicker of something raw, almost vulnerable, passed through her gaze. "I was... surprised. Shocked, even. But Jake..." Her voice dropped, becoming more intimate, breathy, pulling him into her confidence despite himself.

"The feeling..." She paused, her lashes fluttering for a second. "When he actually... when he was inside me..." A delicate shiver ran through her, visible on the bare skin of her shoulders. "I've never felt anything like it. So... invasive. So... full."

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes wide, holding his. The scent of her, clean soap and something uniquely Lily, drifted across the small table. "He's... he's big, Jake. So much bigger than I expected. So thick. And the way he just... pushed in." Her gaze flickered down to her lap, then back to his face. "It wasn't gentle. It was... a shock. I felt him stretching me open, filling me completely. Every inch." Her voice was a low murmur, her gaze flicking up to his, then down again, as if the memory itself was too much.

Her hand, as if with a mind of its own, drifted to her lower stomach, resting there for a fleeting moment. "I felt so... full. Like I was being split in two, but... in a way that... God, Jake, it made my whole body just... clench." She bit her lower lip, her eyes shining with unshed tears - or something else.

She looked away then, as if suddenly overwhelmed by what she'd admitted. "It sounds awful, saying it out loud. And it was awful, what he did, going against what we said. But... that specific physical sensation... for that moment... it was just... so intense." She whispered the last part, her gaze fixed on the table. "Almost... good, in a terrifying, forbidden kind of way."

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