His new situation was about a hundred times worse than he could have ever 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 certifiably insane. The irony wasn't lost on him.
The problem was that she was just so fucking close to him all of the time.
Her attire, or the general lack of it, was a key factor in his degenerating self-control. The loose disposal outfits they were given each day did little to conceal the heft of her less than subtle curves. And sometimes her drawstring pants would slip down a little bit, just enough for him to see the top swell of her ass…
Oh, yes. He was going quite insane.
It was her closeness, however, that brought their current state of affairs to the point of unbearable. It was bad enough to watch her heavy breasts sway and bounce with 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.
He was literately salivating at the thought. He needed to stop thinking about it, and quickly.
That was 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 blurred outline was still clearly imprinted upon it. It was the best shadow puppet show in the world. He was familiar enough with the shapes now; he only wished he could place the proper textures and colors.
Biting his lip hard, he shook his head. She trusted 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 their 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 determination 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 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," she said, her exasperated voice echoing 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 as his breathing slowed to normal.
"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 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 déjà vu to some of the dreams Leon could remember having recently.
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. 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 slight dignity he could preserve by pretending she hadn't noticed. But she had. And it was steadily becoming more than she could bear.
Unfortunately, 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 implode.
As usual, the inevitable occurred sooner than imagined.
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 Ashley's 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 showering time card at one time, 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 about 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 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 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 stepped into the role of catalyst, igniting everything that had come before it like fire through a fuse.
The water drop escaped from her hair to roll downwards in accordance with the dictates 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 was in the process of leaning 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. Willpower had become a distressingly familiar companion. His tightly restrained impulses dogged his every tortured step as the two of them followed their daily routines.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately,as things would turn out,this time was different. Events had conspired in such a way that restraint was no longer possible. Constant, unrelenting exposure to the object of his desire had worn his self-control down to the barest of threads. His reserves of discipline 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 of all conscious thought with the sole exception 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 a plethora of sensations, each following more quickly than the last: pleasure and disbelief, followed by panic, which then morphed into something unquestionably hungry that she had kept under lock and key.
Leon realized what he had done scant milliseconds after he had done it. The savoring of the deed faded into utter horror, 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. The time for reasoned thought was past.
Implosion.
It wasn't certain who crashed into who, but tongues tangled and teeth clashed as they met in a desperate, panting kiss that lacked even a trace of subtlety or finesse. They stayed locked in its torrential grip for a full ten seconds, oblivious to anything but the necessity of consummating their need.
They were joined at the mouth but lacked the coordination of a single body – 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, a feat worthy of an instant replay had it been a sports event. Stepping awkwardly around the wreckage of the curtain, he stumbled towards Ashley's bed. Ashley cleverly solved the problem of walking together by hoisting herself up his body and wrapping her lithesome legs around his waist while simultaneously performing a similar feat with her tongue on his. Free of her obstructing limbs, Leon crossed the remaining space to her mattress and collapsed as gracefully as he could on top of her.
There was a short moment 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 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 a 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.
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. Her body was like the best buffet in the world.
Ashley was thoroughly enjoying his continued administrations, but felt that perhaps 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 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 rest on top of Leon. Their frantic pace was slowed for a minute as they both took a breather to enjoy the feeling of skin against skin. Thinking that even a quiet moment was best not wasted, Leon captured Ashley's mouth in his for a tender kiss.
It didn't last. Soon she was squirming against him, straddling him and pushing downward in a message that 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 most 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 spoken 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 by his inelegant outburst. As it was, he adhered to the theme 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 except 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 passing 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, and any more friction could prove disastrous. Mentally crossing his fingers, he hoped she was close enough that he could go the distance, 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. In an instant all of the arguments for pornography as art gained new credibility.
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 dawning reality of the situation.
He was making love to Ashley Graham. Ashley-fucking-Graham! The Ashley he had protected, wanted, needed, fantasized about! Fuck!
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 after the enormity of their actions.
The decision was removed from his hands when she began to stir again, pushing herself off of him to lay by his side. Rolling over to face her, Leon tentatively wrapped his arms around her damp form and felt a large measure of relief when she reciprocated, pressing herself closer to drape 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, which 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."