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A week before she was set to be released, Carrie Hart laid on the cot in her cell reading a magazine. She’d been an inmate at the Tyson Correctional Facility for three years (minus a week) and was looking forward to getting out, even though she suspected she would be back. At the age of 32, she’d spent twelve years of her life locked up in Tyson because she couldn’t seem to keep herself out of trouble.

Despite her privileged upbringing, life hadn’t been easy for her. She’d started getting in trouble early and when she had shown no direction and no interest in college or any kind of future that her parents had in mind, when she turned eighteen, her parents decided that their duty was done and cut her off and threw her out of the house.

She’d gone to live with her boyfriend, Max in his small studio apartment, and they spent most of their days doing drugs, drinking, fucking, or multiple combinations of those activities. She had to steal to finance the habit and had gotten busted twice for that and once stealing a car. That was her current sentence. Three years for auto theft.

So, she’d actually gotten used to life in prison. She wasn’t sure if she actually preferred it, but it didn’t bother her and she had accepted the fact that she would spend a good portion of her life locked up. She’d even come to find the bright orange uniforms kind of cozy.

She looked up from her magazine when she heard her cell door open and her cellmate, Anne, was ushered back in by a guard. Anne had spent the past week in solitary for fighting. The guard closed the door then reached through the bars and removed the handcuffs from Anne’s wrists and he walked away.

“Welcome back,” said Carrie.

Anne smiled at her and climbed up to the top bunk.

“Thanks,” she said.

“So,” Carrie said, “what’s new?”

It was a running joke they’d had in the year they’d been cellmates. Nothing was ever new or different, so asking ‘what’s new’ struck them as kind of a humorous way to greet each other. The question had an extra irony after Anne had just spent a week in solitary. As the joke had grown, the person of whom the question was asked would try to come up with ludicrous answers to the question.

“Oh, same old, same old,” Anne replied. “I met a guy.”

“Really,” said Carrie, playing along.

“Oh, yeah,” said Anne. “Very nice, very old school chivalrous. Today he walked me all the way to my door and made sure I was safe inside before he left.”

Carrie laughed out loud. “I’m going to have to remember that one,” she said.

Anne looked down over the ledge of the top bunk and smiled at Carrie. Her hair hung escort london straight town pointed to the floor and Carrie couldn’t get over how cute she looked.

“I’m going to miss you when you get out next week, girl,” Anne said.

Carrie gazed at her and smiled back.

“I’ll miss you, too,” she said. “But you know me. I’ll probably be back pretty quickly. And with my record, it will probably be for a good stretch, too.”

Anne hopped down and climbed onto the bottom cot with Carrie.

“It won’t be the same, though,” she said. “We won’t be cell mates. They’ll probably stick some bitch in here with no sense of humor who doesn’t look half as sexy as you.”

Carrie couldn’t help but smile. She brushed the hair out of Anne’s eyes and leaned in and kissed her.

“You know,” Carrie said softly, “I could try to keep myself out of trouble. Get a real job. Keep out of here and then I could put money onto your commissary. It’s going to be a long nine years for you on this disgusting prison food.”

Anne was serving a ten-year sentence for killing her abusive boyfriend.

Anne smiled back at Carrie and caressed her cheek.

“If that’s what you want to do, sweetie,” she said. “If you can keep yourself out of this place, more power to you. But I know that you’ve gotten used to this place and if it’s easier for you to come back, I get it.”

“Maybe when you get out, we can settle down together,” Carrie said.

“I’d like that,” Anne replied. “What about Max, though?”

Carrie shrugged.

“Max is fun and all,” she said. “But you would actually be a reason to stay out of trouble.”

Anne leaned in and lovingly kissed Carrie again.

A loud clanging interrupted the moment and a guard was at the door to their cell banging her nightstick on the bars of the cell.

“Alright, you two, enough of that,” she said. “This isn’t a hotel.”

Carrie and Anne both blushed as Anne stood up and climbed back up to the top bunk. The guard walked past, continuing on her last inmate count before lights-out.

“She’s just jealous,” Carrie whispered.

“Of who?” Anne asked with a chuckle.

“Both of us,” Carrie said. “I think she was hoping it would be a threesome.”

“What do you think,” Anne asked. “Should we invite her?”

“Well, she does have handcuffs and a nightstick,” Carrie said without missing a beat. “Could be fun.”

Anne laughed out loud.

About thirty minutes later, the main lights went out and only the dim auxiliary lights were left providing only a faint glow into the cell. Anne climbed down from the top bunk again and snuggled in next to Carrie dubai escorts and they kissed. They each raised their arms allowing the other to take their shirt off. They were bare-chested underneath. They were allowed state-issued sports style bras, but both Carrie and Anne chose to forgo those. Breathing deeply, they cupped each others’ breasts in their hands and gazed into each others’ eyes, moving their faces towards one another and kissing in the darkness, sliding their tongues into each others’ mouths.

They slid their arms down and removed their pants and then their panties. They rolled over and Anne lay on top of Carrie and they looked lovingly into one another’s eyes. They kissed again and entwined their legs, rubbing their pussies together. They kept their moans as low as possible and decided pressing their lips together some more would help that cause. Carrie wrapped her arms around Anne, digging her nails into her back. Meanwhile, Anne slid her hand between their legs and slid two fingers inside of Carrie.

Carrie gasped in ecstasy still trying to keep herself quiet, digging her nails harder and deeper into Anne’s back. Anne continued to finger her, rubbing her clit with her thumb. With one hand, Carrie returned the favor. It was tight having both of their hands occupy such a confined space between them but the pleasure for both of them was worth it. Anne moved her hand from Carrie’s pussy to her lips, letting Carrie taste her own wetness on her lips and tongue. She sucked Anne’s fingers gratefully and erotically.

“Mmmm,” she moaned lowly.

They rolled over again so Carrie was on top. As Anne laid on her back, Carrie moved downward, pressing her lips to Anne’s slit, licking gently at first and then sliding her tongue inside. Anne convulsed, gasping, and she took the pillow out from underneath her head and bit down hard on it to keep herself from crying out in bliss. Using her other hand, she held Carrie’s head there by her blonde hair. Carrie slid her tongue out and looked up at Anne.

“Want to feel something amazing,” Carrie asked with a naughty giggle.

“That already feels amazing,” Anne replied though labored breaths.

Carrie simply smiled and slid her tongue back deep into Anne’s cunt. Then Carrie started screaming. Or, it would have been a scream if her tongue had bee free. Instead it came out as a low whirring, but her tongue vibrated back and forth against Anne causing a sensation like nothing she had ever felt. Her legs convulsed. Her whole body convulsed and she tried to control herself and had to bite down on the pillow again or risk alerting the whole cell block as to Escort Dubai what was going on between her and Carrie.

Anne squirted. Cum squirted and oozed out of her covering Carrie’s lips and her entire face. Enough of it that Anne herself had to swallow some droplets of it when Carrie came up and kissed her on the lips.

“Holy fuck,” Anne cried out in a whisper, still trying to catch her breath. “Where the fuck did you learn that?”

Carrie didn’t answer. She simply smiled and kissed Anne again.

“Can I try,” Anne managed to ask once her breathing had leveled off again. “I think I owe you for that.”

Carrie nodded.

“Just slide your tongue in and then try to scream,” she said.

Carrie laid on her back again and Anne buried her face between Carrie’s legs. She followed what Carrie had told her, slipping her tongue inside. She had to try to scream a couple of times before it worked, but when it did, Carrie felt herself squirt as well.

They both had to catch their breath. Anne laid her head down on the pillow and Carrie rested her head on Anne’s shoulder, her hand still caressing Anne’s bare chest.

“Is it weird if I tell you I love you,” Carrie whispered.

Anne shook her head.

“I love you, too, girl,” she replied.

They laid there quietly for about an hour.

“I wish we could fall asleep like this,” Carrie said. “But the guards will have a fit if they find us like this in the morning.”

Anne nodded.

They let a few more minutes pass before they stood up and put their uniforms back on. Anne climbed back up to the top bunk once more and they each drifted off to sleep on their own cot.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Carrie tried sneaking out of the jewelry store with a bag full of necklaces, rings, and bracelets. She figured she could get away clean but was greeted by a bright flashlight shining on her face.

“Evening miss,” the officer said.

“Oh, hi Officer,” she replied, shielding her light from the eyes.

“Care to explain what you’re doing here,” the Officer asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, as if he didn’t already know all of the answers.

Carrie looked at the felt bag in her hand, filled with jewelry.

“Um….Christmas shopping?” she said with a shrug.

The officer gave her a look and then quickly moved behind her, took the bag, and pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed her. Taking her by the upper arm, he led her to his police car and opened the back door.

“It’s been a while since a man walked me to the car and opened the door for me,” she said and winked at the officer. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

The officer couldn’t help but chuckle as he put his hand on her head and guided her into the car. He closed the door.

Carrie couldn’t help but smile as the cop got in and began driving.

She couldn’t wait to see Anne again.

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