II: Lexi
The place was so familiar Lexi felt like she had never left. The conference table dominating the center of the room surrounded on each edge by the four uncomfortable chairs. The rectangular window with its token blinds that were hardly worth turning closed they offered so little privacy. The outlets and the wide whiteboard across from the window still the only disruption to the walls' monochromatic monotony. Everything was as bleak as she remembered.
She was once again in this space, this tiny aquarium of a study room. She turned her head each direction as if trying to find what was missing. Though it appeared the same, something about the room was different and she couldn't recall what it was. But it was something important. Something that made this place memorable, the reason it still felt so special after so long.
As she turned towards the wall bearing the whiteboard again her green eyes lit up with surprise. Across the board's gleaming surface were drawn the words "hot date right?" in graffiti style block letters. Before her eyes the board went white only to be covered with "you look really nice." Lexi's left hand reached up and gently rubbed the side of her neck. Her skin was warm to the touch and she knew a red flush had crept down her throat.
Suddenly the words collapsed into a mass of blackness upon the stark white board. It shuddered into a rhythmic undulating swirl then expanded into a picture; a scene appearing as if from an expanding camera aperture.
"Oh my," Lexi said in a breathy whisper. Upon the canvas of the board she saw herself bent forward over a table; the same table not two feet away from her. She was naked but not displayed like some cheap centerfold. She appeared to be in the midst of, well if her face could be believed, the most seductive moment of her life.
Both of her hands were spread out, palms down, on the table top supporting her upper body. The lower edge of the board ran just below the bottom-most curve of her bare cheeks. From the cleft of her rear, her back arched with ecstasy though no hand appeared to be touching her. As though whatever she was thinking at that moment had just ignited an orgasmic flash within her. Her torso was half turned to look over her shoulder at the viewer. The swell of her left breast peeked through the space between her side and her arm displaying only the tiniest glimpse of nipple.
A band of dark hair ran down the side of her face like black ribbon draped across moonstone. A part of Lexi's mind seemed to recognize two things about the drawing and tried to alert her to what it claimed to be "the facts." You could never look like that, you just aren't that...wanton. Besides, nobody could ever draw like that with a dry erase marker. You're clearly dreaming.
"I don't care," she said aloud. Then she blinked and realized how true that statement was. She didn't care, she wanted to enjoy this. "Please show me more."
A moment passed with only a subtle glimmer dancing in the eyes of the drawing. Lexi wasn't even sure she had really seen it but a fluttery breath later the picture became another whirling mass of blackness before exploding into another tableau.
"Oh holy fuck," she blurted. Her knees became loose and wobbly. Lexi fell softly backwards against the wall next to the doorway; the hand that had touched her neck now covered the O of her stunned mouth.
Again her nude body dominated the spectacle of the board. This time she was on her back upon the table top. Her lower half was out of view, this perspective focusing solely on her chest and face.
Her head was thrown back, the lips of her mouth pulled away from her teeth into an ecstatic smile. The angle of her chin drew her breasts up and forward, the round masses of flesh seemingly perfect. Swollen yet soft; supple yet firm; they looked like ripe, juicy fruits. Her nipples were obscured in the picture by two different hands, though she could feel her own standing out in eager excitement within her bra and blouse.
It suddenly occurred to Lexi that if anyone were to walk inside the study room she would look like lust made flesh. The tips of her breasts pushed against the fabric of her clothes in hungry need. Her face flushed with hot desire. And as she moved her legs to keep her knees from giving our completely she realized something more, she was wet. Not just wet but doused. Lexi's right hand shot downwards to the edge of her skirt and slipped underneath. After a moment trembling in anticipation, Lexi's fingertips brushed against the sopping slickness between her thighs.
A wordless gasp burst from her mouth as she felt how thoroughly soaking wet she was. She pulled her hand out from beneath of her skirt, her eyes widening at its glossy coating. Immediately she recognized her hand as one of the two in the drawing before her. Her gaze rose from her glistening hand to the picture once again.
That same hand clutched her right breast its fingers encircling the soft, supple breast. Small bulbs of skin and flesh were shaped by the tight grasp. On the left was another hand, this one at the end of a leanly muscled forearm. It gripped her left breast with equal ferocity. Lexi looked intently at each detailed swell of tit that seemed to push from between all the fingers. Her eyes trailed up the fingers to the wrist, entranced by the delicate masculinity. The hand exuded fine strength and an intriguing amount of precision. That's a hand that knows its business, knows just how to touch you, just how to fuck you, just how to feel you.
Lexi sagged against the wall, somehow both taught and limp with excitement. I want to feel that hand, I want it here. She touched the base of her throat, just above her the upper limits of her breasts. Here. She palmed her left breast and with its mass firmly in her hand gave a generous squeeze. Twisting her fingertips as she pulled away, Lexi's thumb and forefinger twirled into a passing pinch of her nipple through her clothes. Both her breasts responded in aching need. The freshly tweaked tit longed for further attention while the other seemed to throb with injustice. I need it here. She let both her hands slide down the smooth skin of her inner thighs and then back up. Each one pushing up the fabric of her skirt until the underside of her lips were exposed to the open air.
Her gentle folds were blushing, swollen and carried a sheen of passion. Lexi's eyes returned to the board and saw that the image had already changed. It was now a sidelong depiction of two faces locked in a kiss.
She was on bottom, still on her back, still on the table. But now only inches from her closed eyes was his head, his face, his mouth. His lips were upon hers with a dominating push. Once again her head was thrown back but to a lesser degree than in the earlier picture. Her eyes looked upwards over her own forehead and were half-closed. The position caused her jaw to jut out presenting her mouth to him like an all too willing sacrifice. It's like I can't pull away, maybe I don't want to...oh—oh my God.
Lexi spied the tips of white fingers poking up from the curls of her hair like pale branches piercing billowing black clouds.
He's holding me. He's holding my head in place, so he can...so he can do that to me.
