"How does you being addicted to sex have anything to do with you being—" he began, but stopped as he felt her lips on him. The pleasure was intense, making his toes tingle. He could barely keep himself standing up. He had had this done before, but never this good. She kept going until he came inside her mouth. The feeling was mind-blowing and all he could say was "…wow…"
"You like?" she purred. He nodded his head pleased as he had his eyes closed, enjoying the moment.
"Good, and to answer your question my parents stuck me here since therapy and rehab wasn't working. So they locked me up here in hopes I'd not be able to pursue my sexual urges and that with time I wouldn't want it as bad—but in reality it has been enhanced…"
"But how is that classified as a mental disease?" breathed Gary. Alice shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know. I mean, I tried to make it work so my parents wouldn't hate me anymore, but it never worked. Besides…" she said as she helped Gary up to his feet, "I rather enjoy it."
Alice stepped backwards and laid down on her back on her bed, motioning for Gary to follow. He was already naked so he thought to enjoy himself. He climbed on top of her and pulled off her panties as she pulled off her nightgown, exposing her breasts. As Gary began to finger Alice, he began sucking on her nipples while she ran her fingers through his hair as she moaned with pleasure. He then began kissing her again as he pushed himself inside her, making her moan. Her fingernails clawed at his back as he began to move at a rhythmic pace.
They tried various positions such as doggie-style, sitting on the lap, her on top, him on top and even on the wall. It was nearly morning when they finally parted and Gary headed back through the hole, which they both covered up with a blanket. As he finally laid down to go to sleep, all he could do was smile because for the first time in his life he actually felt happy—genuinely happy.