She sticks to her routine.

Beth storms out of her cell straight into the patio. She walks by Maggie and Carol without a mere 'Hello' and quickly reaches the trash barrel they keep outside. "Goodbye, filthy thing!" - She mutters as she throws the cum paper out. Her dramatic goodbye is momentarily hindered, though, because the paper is stuck to her middle finger. It takes Beth a few seconds to rbu it off and get it to finally drop down. As she sees it laying there, she feels a sense of pride, smiling. She then heads back into the prison, this time embodying the good, friendly Beth everyone knows.

"Must be on her period..." - Maggie jokes with Carol as Beth joins them in the kitchen.

For the first hours of the day, Beth successfully banishes Rick, massages and cum-paper from her mind. She's focused and she works like a beast, washing sheets, cooking and taking care of Judith. She does not allow herself to stop and hours just fly by. She notices the sun setting and she decides it's time to finally rest. She leaves the kitchen and see Carol and Maggie outside, talking. On her way to her cell, she is **** to pass Rick's. Looking inside, she can't help but make a disgusted face at it. But as she is about to continue her path, she notices a piece of paper just under Rick's chair, by his bed.

"Pfff, what the hell is that? Has Rick been... at it... again?" - She wonders. - "Did he really leave it lying around like that for everyone to see?! I'm the only one who's had any kind of contact with him these past days in here... if anyone found this..." - She worries, stepping inside once again. She kneels down between his bed and his chair and picks up the paper by a loose end, very tentatively. - "Argh.. how many times can he..." - She thinks, disgusted but, as she looks closer, it looks just like a normal paper. - "Oh, thank god. This is just some kind of sketch... which doesn't mean he has been... cleaning up his tracks..." - Beth thinks. She decides to take a quick look around, just in case Rick has been as careless as he was in the bathroom. She looks under his bed, through his pile of clothes and among his books, it all looks clean. Getting up to leave, she remembers to check under Rick's mattress. A quick lift reveals nothing, once again. Smiling gladly, Beth lays it down and before she can take another step, Rick walks in. Just like the two previous days, Rick comes back to his cell to find Beth inside.

"Hey Beth."

"Hey! Rough day again?" - She asks, passive-aggressively.

"Not as much as the others, thankfully. Today was quiet, thanks for asking." - Rick's kind reply brings Beth back to reality. She wasn't angry at him, she was angry at herself. Everything that happened so far happened because of her own actions, not his. An immediate sense of guilt strikes her and, once again, she feels ashamed.

"Good... that's good to hear. We sure needed a day of peace around here..." - She replies, thinking about her own personal turmoils.

"Tell me about it." - Rick replies, sitting down in bed. And although he was just looking to get some rest, Beth, in her guilt, saw this as a sign. Like she had done the day before, she knelt and reached for his boots. Carefully, Rick prevented her from reaching them by grabbing it midway. - "Beth, look. I appreciate what you've been doing these past few days, but I think we should... I think we stop."

"Why is HE cutting me off?" - She thought, somewhat relieved, but mostly irritated. She had been going out of her way to get him to relax and now HE was dismissing her? - "I massaged your dirty feet with my own spit... hell, I even sucked your toes... even though you haven't showered in more than a week!" - She thought, boiling up. She wasn't irritated, she was pissed at him. - "So I take it you didn't like my massages?"

"No, Beth, it's not that. I liked them, I just think... it's for the best."

"You mean it's best not to relax and enjoy a massage that you "liked" so much?" - She sassed, doing air quotes.

"I didn't mean to upset you, Beth. It's just... it's complicated."

"So I'm not smart enough to even understand your reasons?" - She attacked again.

"Whoa, Beth, calm down. You're missing my point here, I'm trying my best to not upset you. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that... whenever you massage me, I relax... a lot. It's great, but it also makes me..." - He continued, scratching his head.

"Touch yourself?" - She blurted out, to Rick's shock. - "I saw what you did yesterday... when you went to the bathroom."

With his eyes widely open Rick muttered. - "How did you.... why did you...?"

"I got curious as to why you always had to leave in such a hurry so... I followed you."

"Beth, what exactly did you... see in there?"

"I didn't see so much... but I heard a lot... and I could tell you were..."

"Beth, I'm sorry, you weren't supposed to see that. Your massages... they relax me so much that..." - He paused, looking for words. - "You know... men have this way of... I mean, the best way... for a man to really relax is..." - He confusedly tried to explain himself. Beth remained quiet, but with a sparkling interest in her eyes. As Rick struggled, Beth finally realized how much she actually longed for this. Everyday she went back to Rick's cell willingly. She tried to convince herself she was doing it for Rick and, although it did seem to help him, she was also doing it for herself. Somehow, some way, she had begun enjoying it, for some mysterious reason that she could not pinpoint. - "I guess what I'm trying to say is... once you massage me like that... I feel... something I haven't felt in a long time... ever since Lori."

With the anger fleeing her body, Beth sees it replaced by compassion again. She is touched by Rick's honesty and proud of herself for having had such a strong effect on him. Smiling, she touches his thigh and attempts to calm his nerves. - "It's okay, Rick, really. I didn't know my massages made you... feel that way. It's not like I didn't know men did... that. I just wasn't expecting it is all."

"Me neither, Beth. It caught me completely of guard" - He admits.

"I actually thought I was boring you too much... and that's why you... left."

"What? No, Beth, it's the exact opposite. Your tongue... just feels... it just feels..."

"Good?"

Looking at her in the eyes, he confirms. - "Good. Really, really good, Beth. And it brings all kinds of... it makes me want to... it won't happen again, Beth, I'm sorry."

"For what? You didn't do anything... you just... did what boys do." - She said, with a sweetness that just did not match the topic at hand.

Scoffing, Rick agreed. - "Boys is right. I felt like a teenager again rushing to the bathroom like that..." - He admitted, shaking his head.

"Well, now you don't have to. It's out there in the open." - She joked.

"Hah, yea, I guess so. You don't have to worry, though, it won't happen again. That's why I think it's better if you don't massage me anymore, you understand now?"

"But that's not fair!" - Beth complained a bit too intensely. - "I didn't do anything wrong, did I? And neither did you... actually."

"I know, darling, I know. You did nothing wrong. I'm the one who... feels..."

"Good?" - She completed.

"Yea... a little too good."

"But what's wrong with feeling good?"

"Nothing, nothing... per se, it's just that feeling this good makes me wanna... you know." - Said Rick, embarrassed.

"Touch yourself?" - She put it blatantly.

"Yea, Beth. And I can't keep running to the toilet like a teenager whenever you massage me. It's rude and inappropriate."

"Hmmm." - She pondered. "But you know you don't have to, right?"

"I know, I know... it's immature, but... sometimes it's hard to... suppress some things..."

"But... you don't have to." - Insisted Beth.

"I know Beth, but it's not that simple, trust me. If I don't take care of it... things could get... awkward." - Rick began explaining, before actually stopping to think about what Beth was saying. - "What do you mean 'You don't have to'?" - He inquires, confused. What could Beth possibly know about his manly needs?

"I just mean... this is your cell, right? You are a guy and you can do whatever you want in here. I'm just visiting and I don't wanna be a burden..." - She finally clarifies.

"A burden? Beth... you've been literally the only good thing in my days... you're not a burden. That's not why I'm asking you to stop."

"Well, why are you then?"

"Look, Beth, the problem is not your massages. Or you. The problem is me. I didn't know your massages would... I mean, every time you do it I... it brings about some... feelings, you understand? And, even though it feels great, it also makes me wanna... act in a certain way. A way that's inappropriate for when you're here, you understand what I'm saying?" - He asked, annoyed by the whole debacle.

"Yea, I think I do. You're saying that when I massage you, you feel... aroused? And that's why you have to go to the bathroom, so you don't offend me, right?"

"Yea... that's right."

"But I've been saying... you don't have to go."

"But I do, Beth. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" - She cuts him. - "You'll want to touch yourself? You'll offend me? Is that it? I know boys do that, I already know it. So why should you have leave your own cell just for being a boy? I mean, man. You just said you can't control when they appear..."

"Because of you, Beth. I don't want to..."

"Are you even listening? This is your cell. Here you can do whatever you want. Don't mind me, I'm just... here. I'm the prison nurse, remember? If I happen to be here when you feel like that... well, so be it. Just do what you gotta do, I won't tell anyone. And I won't be offended. If anything, it's a compliment to my massage, right?"

Shocked, Rick just pondered. - "But Beth, that is completely..."

"Normal, right? That's what I they taught us in school, at least. That's what Maggie told me. It's just what boys do, isn't it? I won't mind, really." - She swears, removing Rick's boots with an impressive speed. Dumbfounded, Rick only realizes what is happening when Beth is about to remove his last sock.

"Beth, I..." - He attempts to speak, when Beth cuts him off.

"It's ok, Rick, it's ok." - She assures Rick, who doesn't know how to react. He rubs his forehead and stares at his own legs for a second, when suddenly he feels Beth lick all the way from his heel to the middle of his toes in one long scoop. Instantly, Rick's body shivers in pleasure, leaving him speechless. Beth then proceeds to gather a mouthful of spit as she stretches his toes. Unable to resist her advances, Rick simply lets go, trusting Beth's words and leaving his feet at the mercy of her hands and mouth. Beth continues to massage him for a few more minutes, until she stops to grab his other foot. Placing both of them on her lap she looks at Rick and slowly lets all the drool she'd gathered drip down onto them. Rick doesn't know whether Beth knows how sexy she looks, and he can only bite his bottom lip as he watches her drench his toes in saliva. The massage goes on for another 10 minutes and Rick starts to let go of his inhibitions. He focuses on Beth's tongue, that amazing moistness... that softness... rubbing back and forth between his toes. Her mouth feels absolutely amazing and he can't help but remember the very few times Lori actually went down on him. Somehow it feels similar. He can't believe how good it feels to have Beth, this inexperienced, innocent girl giving him so much pleasure. - "How can she lick my feet clean, day in, day out? Ignoring all my sweat, all the dirt, and all the smell? Who could resist this, girl?" - Rick thought, just as Beth's eyes met his. Her round, innocently-looking, dark blue eyes, staring at him while she slurped away at his dirty soles, diligently. Entranced, Rick feels a bliss that had never struck him before. He feels as light as air and when he manages to come back to reality, he finds his hand inside his underwear, furiously jerking off while staring into Beth's eyes.

Noticing how he enjoys staring at her, Beth only breaks eye-contact to reach for his other foot, resting on her lap. She lifts it to her mouth as well. - "That's how you like it, right? With both together?" - She asks, taking both feet into her mouth and stretching her lips to the limit. Truthfully Rick had never had anyone lick his toes before, much less all of them at once. But like a hungry kitten, Beth continues to lap at Rick's toes delicately, so delicately it sometimes makes him tickle. Rick couldn't care less, however, his excitement is through the roof and his moans are getting louder and louder with every lick.

"Oh my god, Beth... this is so... g... wrong... you're making me... I think I'm gonna..."

Beth notices his body tensing up, his legs get stiffen and his toes curl up in her mouth. Although he is still wearing underwear, Beth can see the hardness of Rick's dick through the fabric of his briefs. Suddenly, Rick throws his head back and grunts something indistinguishable while his hand moves frantically up and down. As much as Beth is trying to focus on licking his toes, her eyes are glued to Rick's crotch now. She watches mesmerized as Rick twitches like he is being electrocuted. His moans become softer, lower and Beth spots a few stripes of white goo shooting up from his underwear onto his belly.

"Hmmmm, god... oh god.... Beth.... you shouldn't be... seeing this." - Rick mumbles, way too late in the game to worry about exposing Beth. He moans a few more times, adding some more white stripes to his belly, then collapses in bed, breathless. Smiling as much as she can with two feet in her mouth, Beth is happy to see Rick so relaxed all of a sudden. Unsure of what to do, though, she continues licking his toes for a couple of minutes, before Rick speaks up again.

"Beth, dear... oh my god... I think you've done enough... you can stop now..." - He tells her, staring at the ceiling and still with a considerable bulge in his briefs.

"Okay..." - She replies, placing his feet on her lap. - "Did you... manage to relax?" - She asked "innocently", although she already knew the answer to her question.

"God, yes... I haven't felt... this was so... intense." - Rick replies, thinking about the massive orgasm he'd just had, when he suddenly remembers Beth just witnessed the whole thing. He lifts himself up, worried. - "Beth, are you... okay? I... I kind of... lost control there..."

"Of course, why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, you saw what I... you said it was okay and I... I couldn't help myself... are you sure you're ok with what just happened? I don't want to upset you in any way."

"U-hu, it's ok." - She casually replies. - "You were just being a man. But... now you're all dirty."

"Yea, I know, I gotta... clean up... and have these washed... it's my only pair." - He adds, standing up. - "I'm gonna go see if we still have some water left in the toilet."

"We don't." - She lies. - "I checked just before coming here. You're gonna have to wait for laundry tomorrow, I'm afraid..."

"I guess I will." - He says, thoughtful. - "I guess I'll have to make do like this tonight, do you mind?"

Uncertain of he meant, Beth reassures him. - "Me? No, it's ok."

Scratching his head, Rick continues. - "What I meant to say was... I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now, Beth. Soon these briefs are gonna get... all sticky... and there's no way I can sleep like that."

"They are?" - Beth asks, faking innocence.

"Yea... this happens when... " - He paused before it got too explicit. - "Then it'll be too uncomfortable to sleep... which means I'm gonna have to... take them off."

"Oh... you want me to put them in the laundry for you?" - Beth asked, gingerly.

Immediately declining Rick states. - "No, thank you, Beth. I think I should... take them by myself."

"Okay, but how are you gonna do that... like that?" - She asks, pointing at Rick's cum-covered belly.

Embarrassed, Rick, doesn't know what to say or do and just covers his belly. - "Er... I guess... yea... I'm not..."

"Just hand them to me, and I'll put them to wash, you can't leave your cell like this... everyone's still up." - She tells him, extending her hand.

"I guess you're right, I can't." - Disturbed, Rick starts pulling his briefs down when he remembers Beth is right there, staring at him. - "Erm... Beth, could you... turn around for a bit?"

"Oh, sure. Sorry, I..." - She shyly replies, turning away from Rick and facing the opposite wall. Rick then quickly removes his briefs and bunches them in his hand. He feels the wetness of his semen all over it, he couldn't recall cumming this much ever.

"Do we have some kind of... bag?" - He asks Beth, insecurely.

"Hmm, not here, I don't think. Why?"

"Er... it's just... they're dirty. I don't want you to..."

"I handle dirty laundry every day... just hand them over." - She replies, lifting her hand up.

"Yea, but... not like... this. Maybe you should grab a bag, Beth. I would, but I..."

"Nonsense. Come on, hand it over so it can get washed, already."

"Are you sure, I...?" - Rick asks, carrying them over Beth's shoulders to her hand. Beth can feel that same smell that's been haunting her for the past days but this time, instead of anger, a smile forms on her face. She reaches for the pair and pulls it down.

"Of course, don't worry about it." - She replies, standing up and exiting Rick's cell. - "We'll wash them as soon as possible." - She mentions as Rick shuts the curtain of his cell behind her. He just stands there, with a half-erect cock, covered in cum and watches Beth's silhouette disappear through the curtain.

"What the fuck am I doing?" - He asks himself, as he sits in bed naked.