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  “So,” she said in between bites, “anyone waiting for you to get out?”

  “My parents.”

  “That all?”

  “Maybe my mates though I doubt Stella is gagging to see me, it’s her fault I’m in here in the first place.”

  “What about a boyfriend?”

  “I’m gay.”

  “Okay, girlfriend then. You don’t make things easy do you?”

  “Why?” I asked, “because I’m gay?”

  She shook her head. “No. That doesn’t bother me, half the staff in here are gay, including myself, and so are most of the inmates. I meant you’re not very talkative.”

  I wasn’t very talkative again for a while. The way she had just admitted being gay herself surprised me. Most people I knew took ages to admit they liked the same sex.

  Day Eight

  Two days ago I was crying into my pillow, now I can hardly stop myself smiling. Things are definitely looking better. My parents have visited for one thing. My mum all smiles and assurance, my dad stiff and uncomfortable, surrounded as he was by women far tougher than him. They greeted me with hugs and kisses and the triumphant news that Stella has finally had a change of heart and instead of being some horrible woman capable of GBH, I apparently acted in Stella’s defence, saving her from a fate worse than cake and should be congratulated. As a result, the police are reconsidering my case and if all goes well, I’ll be out of here sooner than I thought and Stella, if the cops decide to be nasty about it, might well be taking my place.

  That’ll teach her. A few months without retail therapy and hair straightners will put her in her place.

  The other good news is the guard who made me the sandwich. I found out her name is Caroline and no shortening to Lynn or Carol or anything else. It’s Caroline. She likes her name and she doesn’t want anyone messing with it. Good for her, I say.

  After our impromptu lunch, she tidied up, sweeping crumbs off the table and giving it a good wipe down. She then boiled a kettle for tea and asked me if I took sugar. Once made, we sat on stools and talked, about general stuff at first and awkwardly, both of us aware of our respective hierarchy within the prison and determined not to cross the line. She asked me again about Ronnie and whether it had happened before. I told her no and that was the worst of it. The surprise, the shock and the awful realisation that all those things that went on in prison dramas actually did take place for real.

  She nodded and pulled a face, confirming that make believe was not so far from reality and made me promise to see the prison medic. We drank more tea, from prison mugs and chatted some more, neither of us in any hurry to leave.

  Then we fucked. I don’t’ remember how it happened or what started it. I just know I got up to rinse out my mug and Caroline was suddenly there, standing real close beside me, close enough for me to smell her perfume and the underlying aroma of prison uniform. She touched my hand then, a mere stroke of the fingers, but it was enough to light the flame of desire and I turned to her, a frown on my face, my lips ready to question but getting no further than a mere shape before she was kissing me, her lips pressed firmly to mine, determined to at least taste me before I pushed her away and raised the alarm. Except I didn’t. I was too busy kissing her back and pulling her to me, feeling the round shape of her breasts pressed against mine, her arms around my shoulders and waist. Her hips meeting mine as she gently pushed me back against the counter.

  “Someone...!” I said and glanced towards the door. Her gaze followed mine, considered and took action. Leaving me, she crossed the room and snapped shut the lock. “Not anymore.” She replied.

  She took me on the counter, spread out on a sheet of cold steel, my legs dangling over the end whilst she stood in front of me, slowly peeling off the starchy layers of authority to reveal that beneath she was all woman.

  She teased me then, pulling aside the cup of her bra to give me a tantalizing glimpse of dark nipple before it disappeared again. She ran her hands along the sweep of her neck, down her side and across her flat stomach. She pulled suggestively at the top of her knickers, allowing me to enjoy the briefest glimpse of dark curls nestling beneath the pale fabric before they, too, were denied me.

  She excited me without benefit of a single touch and I felt myself grow damp at what was to come. I wanted to be naked too, to lie here, on this cold slab whilst she heated me up from within, but she made me wait and leaning over me, she kissed the tip of my nose whilst her fingers got busy with the buttons of my shirt. Once open, she peeled it from my shoulders and smiled at the sight of my breasts before turning her attention to my trousers, slipping them easily down my thighs to fall to the floor.

  The touch of cold steel made me shiver and she helped me up, telling me she didn’t want me to get cold and leading me over to the fridge.

  She turned me so I was facing it, my hands spread wide across the polished, silver surface until I could feel it thrumming beneath my fingertips and knew that between my thighs something similar was going on.

  She pushed against me, mashing her breasts flat against my back and I felt her move as her bra fell away and her bare nipples pressed against my skin. My own bra followed and my nipples stood instantly to attention, the cold of the fridge and her hands, stroking my stomach, turning me on so much I felt lightheaded.

  Kisses rained down on my shoulders and the side of my face and I wanted to kiss her mouth, to feel her tongue entwined around my own and our lips moulded together, but she wouldn’t let me. Instead she told me to have patience, to let her have her way and I gladly acquiesced.

  Her hands trailed down my sides and found my knickers, tugging them from me in one, easy movement. My pussy throbbed, desperate now for her touch. I groaned softly, wanting to voice how much I was enjoying this and how much I didn’t want her to stop. Her mouth smiled into my shoulder and she nibbled my ear, telling me I had a lovely body and that she was looking forward to fucking me and that if I was very good, I would get to fuck her back.

  Her hands on my hips she pulled me backwards until I was bent over and then scooped up my breasts, her fingers caressing my nipples and pinching them ever so gently. It was wonderful and I groaned again, feeling a molten wave of desire race directly from my tits straight to my cunt.

  “Fuck me.” I urged and spread my legs, hoping the sight of my swollen pussy lips would encourage her to part them and delve inside.

  Her hands left my breasts, well one did. Whilst her left continued to stroke, squeeze and work at my nipple, the other stroked my stomach and explored my belly button, gradually making its way down to my fluff. Once there it lingered, stroking me and applying pressure to my slit until I thought I would go crazy with want. I ached for her touch and I was on the brink of touching myself just to ease the longing, but I knew it wouldn’t be anywhere near as good or as satisfying if I did.

  Her fingers slid in, parting my sticky pussy lips and sending shivers rippling up and down my arms. I stuck my bum out still further, feeling the silky fabric of her panties brush against my skin and groaned, begging her to touch me and give me some relief from this raging desire.

  Yet still she hesitated, her fingers gently circling around the entrance to my cunt whilst her other hand still held my breast, her thumb rubbing across my erect nipple.

  “Are you sure you’re not too sore.” She breathed into my ear. “I would hate to hurt you even more.”

  “No, it’s fine. Please. I want this.”

  She entered me, her finger pushing firmly into my sopping wet hole and as they disappeared, I heard her sigh and hoped the act of entering another woman had given her a taste of the wonderful thrill I was experiencing. She fucked me, savouring the length of me and the warmth that surrounded her fingers.

  She screwed me slowly, allowing me to feel each and every thrust of her hand whilst the other left my breast and kneaded my bu
m, spreading my cheeks and making me feel even more at her mercy. I didn’t mind. I wanted her to have me and fill me up with fingers and know that every last drop of the juices oozing from my cunt were down to her.

  She pushed another finger inside me, stretching me and moving carefully until she had created enough lube to allow her to fuck me faster. I moved with her, feeling the tremble of a building orgasm start to gather in my groin and telling her so.

  In reply, her free hand left my bum and moved round to cup my pussy, a single fingertip pressing itself into my clit and making me shudder so hard I feared I might dislodge her from my cunt.

  She pressed harder and I moaned, feeling my orgasm race several steps closer. I wanted to be taken now, not just fucked, but for Caroline to use me and fuck me in any way she chose because nothing would have been too much or beyond my capability to give her. I was so suffused with lust and longing I no longer cared and nothing else mattered but being fucked and ultimately, coming.

  She fucked me hard, grunting with the effort and I moved with her even though my knees felt weak and I had to lock them and hang on to the sides of the fridge whilst Caroline pounded her fingers in and out of my cunt. She stroked my clit and I groaned so deeply it didn’t sound like me. I was moments away from coming and told her so and she answered by saying my cunt was sopping wet and felt incredible!

  I came, harder and longer than I had done in a good, long while. Arching my back, I shoved my backside against her and felt her fingers drive deep inside me, her other hand stroking and rubbing my clit until I could take no more and I came. Gasping and calling her name. My entire being centred only on what was happening between my legs. My cunt felt liquid beneath her touch, my clit throbbing and swollen as she fucked and screwed me through the best orgasm I’ve ever had and left me shattered on the floor.

  Afterwards I could barely speak. Or breathe. My cunt still throbbed and I wallowed in the wonderful after shocks that rippled through my insides and had me softly moaning with pleasure. Again and again they came until Caroline knelt before me and gently parting my sticky thighs, pushed a hand between my plump, pink lips and rubbed my clit until another orgasm shuddered through me and finished me off.

  I must have dozed off, exhausted by a post orgasmic slump because when I opened my eyes, Caroline was sitting beside me, playing with her nipples.

  “I couldn’t wait,” she sighed, rubbing her palm over the proud nub. “But now you’re awake, maybe you could?”

  Leaning over I took the nearest in my mouth and sucked and nibbled until I felt her shudder.

  Then she stood up and slipping off her panties, revealing a neat strip of pussy hair and releasing the wonderful fragrance of feminine lust, she told me she wanted me to lick her.

  “From cunt to clit,” she said and crossing to the counter, she spread out her shirt and lying down on the cold surface, spread her legs as wide as they would go, allowing me to see exactly how turned on she was. Her pussy was beautifully swollen and so wet I couldn’t wait for my tongue to explore her delicate folds and silken interior.

  I knelt before her, the floor cold and hard on my knees and put my hands on the soft skin of her thighs. I breathed in, inhaling her and savouring the moment when I would dip my head. I watched as a single bead of desire oozed from her hole and hung like a translucent pearl on her fluff and I had never wanted anyone so much.

  Gathering it up with my fingertip, I smeared it around her hole, then flattening my tongue, I swept it along the entire length of her pussy. I didn’t think she would be expecting that and I was right for she shuddered and gasped and gripped the edge of the table as her pelvis suddenly tipped upwards to follow the flow of my mouth.

  I explored her, driving the tip of my tongue into her hole and licking round the rim. I found her clit and all but swallowed it as I pulled it deep into my mouth and lapped at it until she bucked with pleasure.

  I inserted my thumb into her cunt, smiling as warmth and wetness surrounded me and I fucked her, feeling for her G spot and knowing I had found it when she began to make tiny mewing noises every time I touched a certain spot. I stayed there a while, stroking her and allowing the electricity to build, my tongue lapping juices from her pussy as I drove the nub of her clit into a frenzy.

  Gripping the sides of my head, she drew me ever closer to herself until my mouth was lost amongst the lips of her pussy but I didn’t mind, I was enjoying myself, the taste of her, the smell, the way she bucked and shuddered beneath my touch. It was all wonderful.

  I fucked her harder, driving my thumb in and out with enough force for her to know she was truly being taken. My tongue stayed at her clit, swirling round it and sucking up every last drop of juice she cared to send my way. She told me she was coming and I fucked her harder still, sliding in and out easily, her clear juices running down my chin and over my hand as I pushed her closer and closer to orgasm.

  She came, shuddering and panting, her cunt clenching my thumb, my mouth suddenly flooded as she tipped over the edge, arching her back, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her cunt one giant pool of liquid desire as she gushed beneath me.

  No wonder I am smiling now.

  Day Ten

  The prison is buzzing with rumour because apparently, upon learning that she and not Bev and Melanie, was about to go into solitary for some time, Ronnie, granted an hour to pack up her stuff and told to leave her old cell as tidy as possible, decided to call in her buddies Bev and Melanie and embark on one, last group fuck before she was denied all access to any pussy other than her own.

  They made the most of it by all accounts, or at least that’s what Caroline told me when we had a quiet moment to ourselves because it seems they were having such a good time that Ronnie lost all sense of the passing minutes and when the guards turned up to escort her to her new abode, they found her stark naked on her bed with Bev sucking her tits and Melanie frantically fucking her with the handles of two dessert spoons held together with an elastic band. You couldn’t make it up!

  So now, Ronnie is in solitary and probably glad of it due to the fact that everyone will be laughing at her when she finally gets out, whilst Bev and Melanie are experiencing the humiliation right now, though both of them swear blind that Ronnie threatened them with violence if they hadn’t done what she wanted and although I am sharing the funny side of it, I’ve gone off puddings and soup for a bit.

  Day Twelve

  I am to be let out early apparently, now my treasured mate Stella has come clean to the cops. I should be rejoicing, my parents certainly are. Not only are they getting their daughter back, but she is coming home something of a hero instead of a villain. I can feel a party coming on and I should, as I say, be happy, but I’m not. Caroline will still be here, locked inside the prison just as securely as I have been and although she gets the option to go home at the end of her shift, sometimes its not always possible or convenient to get together, especially if she finishes in the wee, small hours and I can see our relationship fizzling out before its even begun.

  She won’t have it though and tells me I am being silly. We will make it work, she insists and won’t it be so much better being able to share a nice, soft bed instead of a hard bunk or a quick fuck up against the wall somewhere. And she’s right, I know she is, but part of me still fears that the minute I walk through those iron gates, Caroline will do a quick one eighty and start looking for another inmate to screw. See what I did there? I’m making inadvertent puns even when I’m miserable. God, I’m fed up. What’s the matter with me?

  Still day twelve but later.

  Today just keeps on getting better. I haven’t seen Caroline all day which only impounds my fear that I am about to be cast aside and I’ve moved through the things I’ve had to do with a heavy heart until eventually, bored and not wanting to join the others in socialising, I decided to take a shower and then curl up with a book I knew I wouldn�
��t actually read but which would give me a good excuse to sit on my bunk and mope.

  The shower room was quite busy when I got there, but as I stood under the steam with my mango shower gel and peach shampoo the place slowly emptied until I was alone. For about five minutes. Then in they came, Bev and Michelle, both of them wrapped in towels and both of them heading straight for me. I should have run, but the stubborn part of me refused to budge and I squared up to them, knowing I was going to get another beating and not really caring. I guess it suited my mood. I was miserable, so why not look the part as well?

  I won’t go into details other than to say there were a lot of threats, aimed at both myself, my family and to pets I do not own, all of them compliments of the lovely Ronnie who was determined to hunt me down once she got out and make me pay. This, however, did not unduly bother me. I doubted Ronnie would be able to find me or particularly care once she did finally get out of prison, plus if she did ever manage to track me down, it would be straight to a garage where I would be waiting with a spanner and several burly blokes.

  Still, they pushed me around a bit, laughing when I slipped on the tiles and ended up on my arse and there was a fair bit of name calling, all of which was expected and didn’t do any real harm. What did though was Bev taking it upon herself to kick me and not once, but several times, to the ribs and stomach and the side of my head, the last blow fortunately not hard enough to knock me out, but hard enough that I could pretend to be rendered unconscious and force the pair of them to get scared and leg it.

  I’m not sure how long I lay there before help arrived, but it was Caroline who came, ushering out the curious faces and offers of tea and finally turning off the water to leave me lying in a rapidly cooling puddle.

  Helping me to my feet, she wrapped me in a towel and led me over to a wooden bench, where lifting various edges, she examined me for cuts and bruises and sucked in her breath at the beautiful purple one that was starting to blossom on my side.