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His new situation was about a hundred times worse than he
could ever have imagined.

It was torture. Obviously he had exhibited some form of
masochism when he had accepted Ashley�s transfer to his little cell. And if he
had been going crazy before her arrival, well, destination reached. He was
certifiable.

The problem was that she was just so fucking close to him all of the time.

And her attire was no help at all. He himself was free
balling in the loose disposable outfits they were given each day- so of course
she was braless. And pantyless. And sometimes her drawstring pants would slip
down a little bit, just enough for him to see the top swell of her ass-

Yes, he was going quite insane.

But returning to the real issue at hand- her closeness. Bad
enough to watch her heavy breasts sway and bounce at her every move. Having it
happen within arms reach? Being able to smell her, feel her presence mere
inches away, having her smile at him, touch his hand, brush against him as they
moved in the tiny room? Madness. Some days it was all he could do not to reach
over, rip the flimsy shirt from her beautiful, smooth body and lick every inch
of it. By God, he was literately salivating at the thought. He needed to stop
thinking about it, as quickly as possible.

A difficult thing to do when she was showering mere feet
away. He was dutifully staying behind his side of the drawn green divider, but
her outline was still imprinted quite clearly through it. It was the best
shadow puppet show in the world. He was familiar enough with the shapes now, if
only he could place the proper textures and colors.

Biting his lip hard, he shook his head. She was trusting him
to stick to the rules and he was following the letter of the law instead of the
spirit. Looking back, he wondered how he had ever thought he would be fine with
this arrangement. It took nearly every bit of his willpower to resist the urge
to take just one quick look while he listened to the water sluice down her
body. Whatever willpower remained was used to prevent himself from getting up
and sliding into the shower with her, pressing her against one tile wall and
capturing those soft lips in a hard and desperate kiss, then moving slowly down
her supple form and molding her pliable breasts with his hands while swirling
his tongue through her delicate belly button before lowering his head and
slipping his tongue into that delicious pink cleft beneath golden curls-

�Leon?�

Leon
jumped so hard that for a moment he thought he was having a cardiac event as
her query jerked him from his fantasy. He fumbled with the book he hadn�t been
reading before giving a shaky response.

�Yeah?�

�Did you remember to ask your boss about getting better
shampoo? I hate this stuff.�

�Uh, no. I forgot.�

�Leon,�
Her exasperated voice echoed from the stall. �Please, try to remember next
time. This stuff is terrible. It burns my hands.�

�That just means it�s working,� He quipped, regaining his
equilibrium.

�Well great, I guess my hands are well conditioned then.�
The sound of the water stopped as she turned the handle to the off position. He
could hear her bare feet slapping wetly around the drain set in the floor in
the front of the shower stall as she toweled herself off. �And that�s another
thing, these towels are bad too. It�s like drying yourself with burlap.�

�Builds character.�

He could practically hear her roll her eyes. There was a
rustle as she donned her set of clothes and then a few more steps before her
bed squeaked as she collapsed on it. �Okay, I�m dressed now.�

Sitting up and reaching over Leon
pulled back the hanging green sheet that separated them. Laying on her back
with her eyes closed, Ashley�s still damp hair was spread over her thin pillow
in a vivid d�j� vu to some of the dreams Leon could still remember having.

It was odd, this connection they seemed to have now. Ashley
could feel his eyes on her and she smiled to herself, knowing he would wonder
what she was smiling about. All day every day she knew he was watching her. And
if she put a little more bounce in her step or a little more wiggle in her
hips, it was only because he was driving her crazy too.

It was an issue of proximity, she had decided. Their mutual
attraction had been muted during their tenure in Spain-
covered by several layers of blood. The battle they had found themselves
embroiled in had not lent itself to lustful exploration. But now with both of
them clean, relatively healthy, and in a good state of mind, it was difficult
to ignore. Added on top of that was their relentless close quarters contact and
their attire, or rather a lack of it. Leon�s
loose hospital gown material pants left little to the imagination as he moved
about their tiny space, and she had seen him attempt to surreptitiously tuck away more than a few erections. His
distinct lack of good choices when it came to obscuring his little (or not so
little as she had noted) problem had caused him no end of embarrassing
situations. She allowed him what dignity he could preserve by pretending she
hadn�t noticed. But she had. And it was steadily becoming more than she could
bear.

Especially since their consistent nearness left no
opportunity for self-relief. In the absence of the necessary privacy to take
her own problem into hand, so to speak, her suffering increased with each
passing day.

The air in the small room felt pressurized. Every second
brought them closer to some not so distant critical mass. With such solid walls
around them, no force could escape. They would not explode but instead implode.

As usual, the inevitable occurred sooner than imagined.

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There was nothing to mark the day as being any different
from the rest, save the usual color coding courtesy of their imaginary
government issued tailors. It was Yellow Day, a deceptively mild color for an
unexpectedly momentous occasion. The seconds slipped by with all the speed of a
snail and time was measured in board games.

It started with a shower. Ashley was the one using it, and Leon
was comfortably indulging in his usual erotic shadow puppet show. They weren�t
talking to each other, not out of any personal distance but rather because
their idle chatter had become as regimented as the rest of their schedule. It was
shower time, not talking time. And with a little over twenty days of talk under
their belts, they were finding themselves quickly running out of broader topics
to cover. Concerning conversation, the river was running dry without moving to
more personal territory. But that territory was on the other side of the line
they wavered at with every passing moment. Until they crossed it, neither was
comfortable divulging the deeper and perhaps darker sides of themselves.

There was nothing unusual about her shower. She went through
the motions- shampoo, rinse, soap, rinse. Conditioner, face wash, and special
scented body wash were all things that would have been inserted into her past
showering time card but in the bleak facility they were forced to call home
such luxuries weren�t available.

She stepped from the wet stall to stand dripping on the
unpleasantly cold and slimy tile floor. Leon
was oblivious behind his green divider, having stalled his lewd instincts by
slipping into a doze.

She winced as she toweled herself off, the rough fabric
painfully abrasive on her sensitive skin. That level of sensitivity had always
been a source of aggravation for her- even the slightest scratches raised red
welts that seemed to last forever, and with her pale complexion they were
distressingly visible. She hated it, but there was little she could do
concerning her genetics.

Wrapping the cheap towel tightly around herself, she moved
back out into the room to retrieve the clothing she had left laying on the edge
of her bed.

The following chain of events would only be recalled
afterwards, and with some imprecision.

The sounds of Ashley moving about the room had jarred Leon
from his nap. Rolling over, he could see her shadow under the edge of the green
divider as she reached for her folded clothing, intending to quickly don the yellow
garb and inform Leon
he could remove the curtain. But upon lifting the top part of the garment from
her sheets the leg portion of it slipped from the bed and drifted underneath
the divider to Leon�s
side of the room.

Through the thin sheet that separated them Leon
could tell Ashley was wearing a towel, and therefore it was safe to temporarily
remove it. Picking up the papery drawstring pants, he pushed aside the curtain
and leaned forward to hand them to a grateful Ashley.

A mundane series of occurrences. The point of reaction would
come from the tip of Ashley�s blond hair as it lay against her graceful neck. A
single drop of water, igniting everything that had come before it like fire
burning through a trail of powder.

The water drop escaped from her hair to roll downwards in
accordance with the dictations of gravity, sliding across her collarbone before
following the path of least resistance over the gentle swell of her right
breast and tipping towards her cleavage.

At that moment, Ashley had leaned forward to accept Leon�s
offering of her wayward pants. The positioning afforded him a tantalizing view
of her better assets. Some ray of light conspired to refract through the drop
of water clinging to her intimate skin and caught his eye like a beacon.

Impossible lust surged through him at the sight of that delicious
drop sitting so wantonly on something even more delicious. But this was nothing
new. He had been suppressing such urges the second she had arrived to share his
little containment room. But this time events had conspired in such a way that
was no longer possible. His reserves of willpower had finally been drained.
There was nothing left in him to stem the tide.

And so he found himself leaning over just a little bit more
and licking that drop right off of her. His mind was blank excepting his perception
of taste, which was blissfully buzzing with the mixed flavors of warm water and
something only identifiable as uniquely Ashley.

Ashley froze at the unexpected sensation of his tongue
running wetly along the side of her breast. In rapid succession she registered
pleasure and disbelief followed by panic which then morphed into something
unquestionably hungry she had kept under lock and key for so long now.

Leon
realized what he had done scant seconds after he had done it. The savoring of
the deed faded into fear and he raised his head to meet her eyes, deathly
afraid of what he might find there.

Instead as he melded his gaze with hers, what he found was
the same thing he could see in himself. The spark was very nearly palpable.
Instinct crashed its way to the fore, shoving aside its more cultured cousins
of reason and conscience.

Implosion.

It wasn�t certain who crashed into who, but tongues tangled
and teeth clashed as they met in a desperate kiss. They were joined at the
mouth but lacked the coordination of a single body- for whatever reason Leon
had risen from his bed and Ashley was going over backwards. The green dividing
curtain was ripped from its holdings as she grabbed it to keep from falling,
the plastic pieces that held it up raining around them. The symbolism of the
act was lost in the moment. Leon somehow managed to pull her back on her feet
without ever breaking contact. Stepping awkwardly around the wreckage of the
curtain, he stumbled towards her bed. Ashley solved the walking situation but
hoisting herself up his body and wrapping her lithesome legs around his waist,
performing a similar feat with her tongue on his. Free now of her obstructing
limbs, Leon
crossed the remained space to her mattress and collapsed as gracefully as he
could on top of her. If the weight of him bothered her she didn�t show it.

There was a little time of frenzied fumbling as they sought
better positions on the thin mattress. Words were obsolete- they were of a
joint intent now, a purpose born of bottled need.

Unable to roll the towel off of her from his position, Leon
resorted to an ingrained efficiency and simply flipped her over, pulling the
towel from her and flinging it off the bed before turning her back upright. The
bold move elicited a gasp from Ashley as she was bared to his gaze.

Leon
found himself stunned at the sight. She was soft and curvy in a pinup kind of
way, drawing comparisons in his mind to the sex icons of the past rather than
the stick thin models of the modern world. Her lack of body hair and obvious
trimming confirmed his suspicions that she had been using his razor, but with
her lying rather wonderfully naked beneath him he was feeling magnanimous.

Like a kid in a candy store, he didn�t know where to start.
After short deliberation, he decided to take it from the top.

After so many days of speculation and educated guesses, he
was happy to find the reality exceeded his expectations. She was beautiful,
full and shapely with delicate pink rose buds of nipples surmounting her snowy
skin. Her nipples hardened in anticipation under his hungry stare and he found
his arousal ratcheting up to previously undiscovered levels. He was torn
between the conflicting needs of holding them and tasting them. Unable to
choose, he multitasked and did both, firmly palming her left breast and sucking
as much of the other one as he could manage into his mouth.

At his actions Ashley lost whatever little eloquence she
might have been holding in reserve up until that point. Her head fell back onto
the bed and she moaned her approval, arching her back to provide him maximum
access. Leon
didn�t need the encouragement. Using his hands to push her breasts together in
a sumptuous double mound he ran his tongue across both of her aching tips.

Ashley was thoroughly enjoying his continued
administrations, but felt perhaps that he was stuck on the upper body work.
There was a pleasant weight resting in her pelvis and a good amount of tingling
and moisture working through more specific areas, and they were all demanding
some form of attention. Shifting away from him she withdrew her nipple from his
mouth with a wet pop and reached around him to undo his shirt drawstring.
Recognizing her intentions, Leon
hastened the process by quickly shedding his pants.

Freed now from any restrictive clothing, Ashley rolled over
to lay on top of Leon.
Their frantic pace was slowed for a second as they both took a minute to enjoy
the feeling of skin against skin. Thinking that even such a quiet moment was
best not wasted, Leon
captured Ashley�s mouth in his for a more tender kiss.

It didn�t last. Soon she was squirming against him,
straddling him and pushing downward in a message he received loud and clear.
Gripping her hips tightly, he paused with himself poised to enter. He felt he
owed it to her to make sure this was what she wanted- his own wants were
certainly not in question. Ashley however was apparently not in a patient frame
of mind. At his hesitation she took matters into her own hands and promptly
guided him into her.

�Oh fuck!� Leon
uttered the first words since their torrid kiss had sparked their joining. Had
he the mental capacity to think through the haze of pleasure in which he was
engulfed, he probably would have felt embarrassed about his outburst. As it
was, he followed the demands of the situation and simply thrust into her again.
For her part, Ashley seemed content to moan wordlessly.

It didn�t take them long to establish a rhythm. Leon
found himself straining to maintain what seemed to him an agonizingly slow
cadence. What he really wanted to do was flip over and fuck her senseless. But
he was nothing if not conscious of her needs, so he kept at it and tried to
think of anything but how good it felt to be inside hot, slick pussy of Ashley
Graham. The fact that he had conjoined the words �hot�, �slick� and �pussy�
proved he probably wasn�t doing a very good job of it. He failed a little more
every second.

Ashley had stopped moaning and was now breathing heavily, a
thin sheen of sweat covering her sleek form. She was close, grinding into him
in search of that last relief. Urgency drove her as she teetered on the brink
of release, and she started to increase the pace.

Leon
panicked as he felt her begin to move faster. He was already at the limit of
restraint- any more friction could prove disastrous. Mentally crossing his
fingers, he hoped she was close enough that he could make it and moved one hand
from her hips to thumb at her clitoris.

The touch of his hand against her clit was all the impetus
she required. The jolt of pleasure sent her spinning over the edge and she
spasmed, mouth gasping. Leon
thought he had never seen anything more beautiful as her eyes met his,
conveying so many things that words seemed obsolete. She collapsed bonelessly
on top of him, spent from their efforts. Leon
wasn�t long to follow- in the aftermath of her orgasm it wasn�t even so much
the rush of warm fluid or the way she had tightened around his cock as it was
the reality of the situation. He was making love to Ashley Graham. Allowing
himself full realization proved as potent as any physical contact- he came
swiftly.

As their breathing slowed and sticky limbs came to rest, he
had a feeling of �what now?�. He wasn�t sure what she would say. He wasn�t sure
he wanted her to say anything- silence seemed safer in the enormity of their
actions.

The decision was removed from his hands when she began to
move again, pushing herself off of him to lay by his side. Rolling over to face
her, Leon tentatively wrapped his arms around her and felt a large measure of
relief when she reciprocated, pressing herself closer to wrap one slender arm
over his ribs. He met her eyes as they lay side by side on the same pillow. She
didn�t seem upset or regretful, something he took as a positive sign.

�Wow,� She said, blinking. �Wow. Leon,
what just happened?�

�I think we had sex.�

She raised an eyebrow. �And?�

�And you were awesome. And I�m wondering when we can do it
again.�

She laughed, and it made him feel like laughing too. Raising
herself on one elbow, she leaned over and kissed him deeply. She was smiling
during the kiss, something he found delightful. Breaking off, she smoothed his
hair away from his face.

�Give me half an hour,� She said rather lasciviously,
something he had never seen her be before. �I need a little rest after all
that.�

Leon
grinned. �You�ve got fifteen minutes.�
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