Then, suddenly, her hand, wrapped in the washcloth was around my cock. I know that I moaned then and sort of melted into the toilet seat. Her hand was just wrapped around my shaft, and she started to gently stroke my dick, making sure the soap was worked in.
“Sorry about this,” she said, blushing but certainly feeling the sexual tension, “It needs to be cleaned and it is hard, I don’t know how else to do it.” Now it was my turn to blush.
“I am sorry it is hard,” I said, but it just kept getting harder, even as she swirled the wash cloth around on my balls.
“Don’t be,” she said, then in a whisper, “Sometimes I get hard when things I shouldn’t, or even don’t like, happen.” I nodded. Apparently we both liked to be dominated a little bit, and it weirded us both out. “You have a pretty cock.” She said and I giggled a ‘thanks’ and then her hand was off my member. But it was still swollen with desire. My balls felt like they were about to burst.
I started to think about what was going on with me. This sort of sexual awakening. I knew that Prisha had seen me naked before, and I knew I’d sucked her dick, eaten cum out of our ass. But this was different. This was intimate. This was a chance to talk to someone about these new feelings in a more private manner. And we seemed kind of alike. I had to know what she was thinking.
“It was terrible, I know. But as you noticed, it kind of had a weird effect on me. I think you hinted that it might when you told me to go. I have to admit, I kind of liked eating Penny’s ass,” I admitted in a sudden, uncontrollable bout of honesty, “And I didn’t like the taste of her piss, but I know I got a hard on from her doing it.”
“Lean back,” she said, and I did what I was told, planting my head in the sink. I felt the warm water rushing over my head. I sighed, it felt lovely. She started to work her fingers over my scalp, running her nails through my hair. I almost came just from that!
“I will tell you something Odessa, something I never would have thought was true, but I like to eat assholes,” she said suddenly, not making eye contact with me, but I saw he eyes dart over, check for judgment, “I didn’t do it until I came here, but I like it. It’s… naughty. I like to suck dick too,” she explained, “I learned that about myself here in prison.”
“I am just scared of these feelings,” I said, finished her thought as much as mine, I think. She put a little soap into my hair, started to clean it. I could smell her perfume now, she smell like flowers. Her breasts were dangling in my face, moving in rhythm to her motions, almost rubbing my cheek. I couldn’t see my cock, but I knew I was turned on. I wondered if Prisha was as well. The thoughts about Penny and the guard were slowly slipping from my mind. All that was left was me and Prisha.
“Sometimes, if you find the right person, it can be sort of nice to explore those scary feelings,” she said slowly, not making eye contact with me. I don’t always get hints, but this one rang in loud and clear. “It can even be a comfort when you are hurt. Stand up so I can try you off.” I did as she said, feeling a bit strange, almost light-headed from the sexual feelings racing through my body. I wanted Prisha, and I was pretty sure she wanted me, but was it appropriate? Could I just do that now, or would that somehow negate the horrible thing that just happened to me? Did she really want me, or did she just feel bad for me? I didn’t know what to think. So I just stood.
Prisha came over to me with a big, warm looking towel. She smiled as she wrapped it around me. I was kind of past my shocked phase, I could’ve done it myself. But I didn’t complain when Prisha started to rub the towel on my body. I felt her hands, through the fabric, on my arms and legs, my stomach, my back, my breasts, and my cock. Her hands were firm, but gentle, squeezing the water off of me, making me feel pink, perfect, and clean. Finally, she was done. My cock was harder than ever, she must’ve felt it straining in her touch when she dried me off. She pulled the towel away and I was clean, dry, and naked before her. I was so horny; it felt like the slightest touch could make me cum.
“You are completely soaked now too,” I said, looking at Prisha’s clothes. She looked down. Her shirt and pants were soaked. I could see her breasts clearly through the wet shirt and the outline of her dick as well. I guess that bathing me in the sink had been a little messy, but it made her look lovely. My mouth was watering.
“I guess so,” she said, her voice sounding tense, excited. She shrugged, “I guess I will have to get dry clothes for both of us,” she said. Then she quickly threw off her shirt and pants, tossing them on top of my own piss-stained clothing. Her panties and her bra were wet too. She looked at them uneasily.
“Hey, if you want to take them off, just do it,” I said, noticing her discomfort, “What difference does it make between us gals, right?” I sounded wooden, probably because I desperately wanted to see her naked. She looked at me and must have realized that if I was naked, she had nothing to be worried about. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Her breasts poured out and bounced against her chest, looking lovely. She didn’t make eye contact. She just slipped her fingers into her panties and pulled them down around her ankles. Her cock was half-hard and looked incredibly feminine and sexy. My own cock was straining with excitement at seeing her naked. Alone with me and naked.
We looked at each other awkwardly now. What were we supposed to do? The tension was so thick. I felt the magnetic pull of her body. I know she felt it as well. There is that moment, before a first kiss. Your heart beats faster, your eyes feel heavy, and you want to fall forward into a person. Usually that person hasn’t just cleaned a bitch’s cum out of your hair, but that doesn’t make the moment any less magical. Prisha could feel it too. But something needed to happen, something to push us over the edge. And then a single, thick, clear drop of pre-cum popped out of the tip of my cock, and fell with an audible “drip” onto the floor. I saw Prisha’s eyes follow it, and we both her it hit. She looked at me and smiled, I smiled back. And we stopped think and worrying. I rushed to Prisha and she threw her arms open.
The first thing that I noticed was my breasts push into hers. She was taller than me, so her breasts sort of sat on top of mine. Her arms went around my neck, wrapping her me tight. I wrapped my own arms around her waist, pushing my stomach into hers. I looked up into her big brown eyes. I’d never felt more safe than I did right now, in the arms of someone who cared about me. Safe, here in prison. Go figure.
She closed her eyes and bent her head down to meet me. I closed my own eyes and waited. And then I felt her soft, supple lips against my own. It was a tentative, sensual kiss at first. Her lips rested softly against my own, in the same way our breasts gently pressed together. Then I felt her lips part slightly and I did the same. I felt the barest hint of her tongue press out of her lips and slide against my own. I tested too, slipping my tongue gently out and then letting it slide along her lower lip. She tasted marvelous, I wanted more. She must’ve felt the same, because her tongue became more insistent, pressing into my mouth. Our tongue’s met and the taste I’d gleaned from her lips was back, but more powerful now. Our tongues probed one another, prodded one another’s cheeks and teeth. The whole while we kissed, I breathed Prisha in, smelling her perfume and her hair, feeling her skin against my body. My hands roamed her back, feeling soft body under her delicate skin.
And our cocks brushed together. Like I said, she was taller than me, but not so tall that when she leaned into me that my hard little pecker didn’t press into her scrotum and against her shaft. I felt her cock get hard against my own and I felt the way their silky soft skin slid against one another. I felt the bulbous heard of Prisha’s cock press into my belly. And I like I said before, I was aching from all the excitement that day.