Becca XXX - Hard Time Ch. 05

"She seems to have something going on with the governor. You should have seen the two of them together. It was like watching a father and daughter fucking each other," I giggled. "She even called him daddy."

"Eewwwww, I hate it when guys do that," she screwed up her face. "Dirty perverts."

"Don't worry, I don't think they're actually related," I tittered.

"No shit. He's as white as they come and she's got some sort of Latino heritage by the look of her. They're definitely not related. Maybe her Latino blood is what makes her so fiery."

"Maybe. How much do you owe her?" I asked out of the blue.

"What?"

"How much do you owe her?" I repeated the question. "One of The Sisterhood who attacked me in the canteen told me you hadn't paid your debt."

"Oh... errr..."

"Is that why she's after you? You owe her money?"

She let out a long sigh of resignation. In a way, I think she wanted me to know about it.

"Yes, I owe her money, but I can't pay her. She adds interest to my debt every week so even if I had the cash, the debt has quadrupled. She wants me to work it off instead," she admitted lowering her head and cupping her beaker.

"What did she get for you? I thought you said your needs were simple and that you didn't need contraband?"

"I didn't... I don't... I don't anymore," she stammered.

"What was it and how much? Maybe I can help you out?"

"It's gone past that stage now. She wants me to join The Sisterhood," she placed her head in her hands in a fit of despair.

I placed my hand on her toned shoulder and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"I can't help you unless you tell me what's going on," I said softly. "You just have to let me in. I've got nothing else to do while I'm banged up in this shithole."

She lifted her head and I saw that her eyes were full of tears.

"It was drugs," she admitted. "But not the sort you think."

I speed read the situation in the blink of an eye. Naomi was beyond ripped when it came to body fitness. There was no way that that had come from just hard work and diet - especially in prison. I worked out everyday and my diet was good, but even I didn't look like I was chiselled from granite. She must have had help - the sort of help that came from chemicals.

"Was it steroids?" I quizzed.

She nodded, keeping her head down and not wanting to look at me.

"Why? You don't need shit like that, you're gorgeous."

"I used them when I first started getting into fitness before I got arrested. They gave me a good kick start and I won a lot of modelling jobs because of them. Everyone in the industry was using them to stay ahead of the competition. Once I got the body I wanted, I stopped taking them and just used diet and exercise. It was just to jump start my career."

"And then you came in here," I said, preempting her next sentence.

She nodded.

"It's harder to maintain it in here. The lack of exercise, the shit food and lack of protein. I needed a boost."

"So, you asked The Crow for help."

"I didn't know much about her at the time, but I knew she could get stuff. Spalding's fine for some low-level stuff, but he would never get me anything like that. So, I asked The Crow to get me some. She agreed and three days later, she gave them to me."

"At what price?" I asked.

"Five times the going rate on the outside. I never thought to ask how much they'd be beforehand. I couldn't afford to pay her," she sighed.

"And you still haven't paid her?"

She shook her head.

"How long ago was it?"

"About two months ago. Now she wants me to join her Sisterhood and smuggle contraband into the prison for her to work off my debt. I told her I'd get her the money, but she said it was too late for that. Join her or suffer the consequences; that's what she told me."

"And that's why she attacked you?"

"Yes. A couple of days before you arrived. I refused to do her bidding so The Crow confronted me in the laundry room. Melody stepped in and you know the rest," she said.

"For fucks sake, Naomi. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I said sympathetically.

"I was going to tell you, but then you went to the hole. I feel so guilty, this is all my fault."

"Hey, it's not your fault what happened to me. I choose which battles I fight. Don't beat yourself up about it," I placed my hand on her knee to comfort her.

She finally looked me in the eye and smiled through her tears.

"How are you so level-headed all the time?" she smirked. "You're like a fucking machine or something."

"Because I'm a trained killer. I'm a spy, remember?" I said it as a joke, but it was true.

She looked at my expressionless face, but then I cracked a cheeky smile and started laughing.

"Fucking bitch," she giggled, slapping me playfully on the arm. "I thought you were being serious for a minute."

"We'll sort it out, don't worry. The Crow's lost a lot of her people because of me. I'm sure she'll listen to reason if I have a little 'chat' with her," I made air quotes around the word 'chat'.

"Yeah, I've seen what happens with your 'chats'," she mimicked my air quotes. "Please be careful."

"I only pick fights I can win," I winked.

I picked up the second plastic bottle of wine and poured us some more.

"Anyway, let's get fucked up," I cried, waving my arms in the air like I was at a rave.

The wine was already having an effect on both of us and she seemed to relax a little now that she'd told me her problems. Talking about problems always made them seem less significant. I just hoped she didn't ask me about my problems - I'd need a therapist to sort out my demons.

"I will say one thing for The Crow," I said after another big gulp of wine.

"Really? What's that?"

"She has a fucking amazing body," I smirked. "She's a work of art when she's naked."

"I know what you mean and unfortunately, I have to agree with you. I've seen her in the shower. Those tattoos are something else."

"They're incredible, but it makes me wonder what would possess someone to do that to themselves. I always think that tattoos are a form of self-harming. It's like she's done something wrong and has to go through self-mutilation in order to right her wrongs. Like some sort of penance against herself."

"I'm not sure about that. Not with her at least. She doesn't seem to show any remorse for the crimes she's committed. Plus, she's still going down the same path, now that she's in prison. She's practically running the place from her cell."

"So it would seem..." I nodded.

I gave a short pause and then said, "She's got nice tits though."

Naomi gave me a sideways glance. She was trying to see if I was joking or not.

"Nice ass too," I continued.

"I think we'd give her a run for her money," she replied with a wry smile. "She's only got tiny breasts."

"Yes, but they're perky."

"Well, so are mine... but she's not got abs like this," she stood up and pulled her T-shirt up to expose her washboard stomach.

I could see the underside of her breasts and I realised she wasn't wearing a bra.

"True... and her ass isn't as peachy as this," I replied, standing up and pulling my trousers down to my knees. "She needs to do more squats."

"Yeah, girl," she laughed. "Shake that booty."

I wiggled my ass from side to side, but I'd never been much good at twerking. Naomi gave my ass-cheeks playful slaps as though she was playing the bongo drums.

"Go Becca... Go Becca... Go Becca..." she chanted in time with her light spanks.

I kicked my trousers off and went along with her rhythm until I turned back around, half sitting and half falling back into my chair laughing like a lunatic. The wine was definitely taking effect now. Naomi fell back into her chair too, leaving her stomach exposed and laughing along with me.

"Ssshhhhh," she whispered, like drunk people do when they're trying to be quiet. "Don't make too much noise. We don't want the screws coming in here."

"You started it," I giggled.

We both let the laughter die down and leaned back in our chairs. Another awkward silence ensued as she looked down at her knees and then back up at me with a more serious look on her face. I could feel the tension between us as she changed to subject again.

"I've seen you looking at me you know?" she said.

"What?" I gasped.

She'd taken me by surprise with her sudden change in tact. I hadn't been expecting that to come out of her mouth. It was as though she was coming on to me.

"In the shower and when I work out in the morning. I've seen you staring at me," she leaned forward and glanced up coyly at me.

"What can I say. I like looking at the female form," I replied. "Your body is like perfection brought to life."

I leaned forwards in my chair and put my elbows on my knees. Our faces were very close now and she seemed nervous.

"I realise that, but is that the only reason you've been looking at me?" she asked with a glint in her eye.

"Look, I don't want things to get awkward between us, but..."

She moved in and kissed me on the lips before I could finish my sentence. It was a quick peck before she pulled away and tucked her hair behind her ear, looking bashful.

We stared at each other for a split second and I wondered if we should carry on. She looked so sexy; half-dressed and half-pissed.

Was this the drink talking or did she really want this?

I had thought she was straight up until now, but maybe I'd misread the situation from day one.

Time seemed to stand still for a split second, but I knew I couldn't let it go.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

I'd liked her since I'd first laid my eyes on her, but I never thought that this would happen.

How wrong I'd been.

I moved in and cupped her cheeks, pushing my lips against hers. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and encircled mine as her hands grabbed my cheeks, mirroring my movements. Passion took over. She planted kisses on my mouth and cheeks, breathing hard with her wine-laced breath. I responded as though our lives depended on it. There was a frantic urgency about our actions and I knew neither of us would be satisfied until we'd fucked each other.

Suddenly our hands were all over each other, caressing, stroking and tugging at clothing. Our mouths moved onto each other's necks, nibbling, kissing, biting and licking.

I felt her hands drop to the bottom of my T-shirt and she slid them up inside it. Having only just left solitary confinement, I was actually wearing a bra for a change, but that didn't stay on for long. Naomi's fingers slid up my back with finesse and she flicked the clasp of my bra undone in a micro-second. I let out a gasp as my breasts became free and loose. I responded by gently pulling her hair to allow me better access to the erogenous zone behind her ear.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured. "Fuck."

My bra was pushed out of the way and both of her hands stroked across my breasts. She took it slow and gentle, barely touching me as she felt her way around under my T-shirt. My nipples became instantly hard and my heart rate increased to pump blood to my sex organs. My cunt swelled in anticipation, leaking vaginal lubricant into my gusset.

"Mmmmppff," I groaned.

Her neck was warm and her skin was soft as I sucked on her pulse point and licked behind her ear. She tasted sweet and smelt of soap as though she'd freshly showered. Maybe she'd planned this whole thing since hearing about my release from solitary.

My hands dropped to the bottom of her T-shirt and she automatically lifted her arms above her head to encourage me to remove it. I hated the sudden loss of connection between us, but her T-shirt was gone in an instant and her bare breasts filled my gaze. They were as spectacular as I'd remembered from seeing them in the shower, but they were even better close up. Her nipples were long and dark, like two black berries surrounded by her large, dark areola. Her chocolate orbs mesmerised me and I stopped for a second to admire them.

"Now you get to see them properly, instead of taking sneaky peeks," she smiled, jiggling them from side to side. "Do you like them?"

"They're as magnificent as the rest of you," I purred. "You're fucking beautiful."

I couldn't help but reach out and have a feel of her boobs. They were warm, firm and perfectly formed. I lifted them to feel their weight and stroked my finger tips across her smooth brown skin. They were everything I'd been expecting and more.

Naomi smiled at me and gripped the hem of my T-shirt, nodding to encourage me to lift my arms up. I obeyed and she slowly peeled it upwards taking my bra with it. Now it was her turn to take in my beauty. My slender shoulders and prominent clavicle encapsulated my tits like a picture frame. My heart was pounding and I felt flushed and full of energy.

"What do you think?" I asked, lifting both of my tits and letting them bounce back into position.

"They're much bigger and better than The Crow's," she cooed. "I've been looking at you too in the shower."

"Dirty bitch," I giggled.

Her fingers followed her gaze and she cupped my breasts with both hands. Her touch felt warm against the chill in the air and I loved the contrast of her black hands against my white flesh. After a gentle squeeze and caress of each of my perfect tits, she sat back and admired them. Eventually, her gaze lifted to meet mine and we both realised something at the same time.

We were still sitting on our chairs facing one another. We knew that this wasn't going to work for us if we wanted our lust for each other to continue. I pushed my chair back towards the window and Naomi pushed hers towards the door. Space was minimal in our cell, but the floor would be more than adequate for a lesbian fuck session.

She pulled her duvet from the bottom bunk and I reached up and dragged mine from the top, throwing it behind her like a picnic blanket. Two layers of soft padding would be more than enough to protect us from the hard floor.

Naomi lay down backwards, pulling me on top of her. I took her weight and laid her down gently before supporting myself on my hands and lowering myself on top of her. Her legs wrapped around the back of my waist, pulling my hips onto hers.

"Fuck me," she whispered in a sexy voice.

I didn't want to rush things, but this girl was so sexy it was hard to slow it down. I gazed into her big brown eyes for what felt like an eternity, taking in the contours of her face and staring into her very soul. Her eyes were like two bright stars staring out from a dark sky. They were big and doe-like and made her look younger than she was. Her petite nose looked sexy above her plump, moist lips and my heart skipped a beat at what we were about to do to each other.

We didn't need words - our eyes told each other what we were thinking. Eventually, she reached up and pulled me down for another mind-blowing kiss. Our soft lips mashed together, sucking, nibbling and biting. I licked across her top lips and sucked hers into mine. Her breathing quickened and she pulled me in harder.

I felt the heat coming from between her thighs as she pushed her knees back towards her ears and curled her hips forwards. I got the message straight away and thrust my hips forwards, opening my legs until our panty-clad pussies met. I knew I was dripping wet down there and her knickers didn't exactly feel dry.

We both let out a long gasp of satisfaction as we felt the erotic physical connection between us. We started to grind against each other as the passion intensified.

Up and down.

Side to side.

Round and round.

My clit felt like a tiny cock, it was so engorged and erect. It flicked against something equally as hard inside her panties as we continued to kiss like a couple of love-struck teenagers.

Kiss - suck - slurp.

Lick - nibble - bite.

We moved as one, our breasts squishing together and sliding over one another's as our sweaty bodies writhed and slithered like a two-backed beast.

"Mmmmppfff, fuck," she panted.

"Mmmmm, ooohh."

I felt a spark inside my belly start to ignite the fire within me straight away. It was like a fast-building sneeze that wanted to erupt out of me. Like an itch that needed to be scratched before it drove me insane. It built quicker the more we kissed and fondled each other. I stroked her neck and breasts with my lips glued to hers, swirling our tongues around inside each other's mouths. We became connected by more than just physical contact, this was erotic, emotional and spiritual.

All of our senses were heightened by sexual passion, overwhelming us with warmth and love. I could see her, feel her, taste and smell her as her moans of pleasure filled my ears. All five senses were engaged and stimulated at the same time plus, the sixth sense that few people get to experience. It was the sense of connection that only two women making love can truly understand.

There was a need within us both which had to be fulfilled before anything else could happen. We needed to cum together and share a hard, intense climax from deep within.

Despite wanting to take it slow, I knew that wasn't going to happen. I heard her breathing quicken and felt a faint tremble inside her as her head pushed back and she pulled me into the nape of her neck. I knew she was about to cum because I felt it too.

The itch inside us both grew stronger by the second. We ground our genitals together, separated by only our flimsy underwear. We felt wet and swollen and full of lust. The more we gyrated against each other, the stronger the itch became.

Up and down.

Side to side.

Round and round.

"Fuck... yeah... oh god... Becca... shit," she whispered.

"I know... I feel it too... let it go... just let it go," I purred.

"No... not yet... not yet..."

Up and down.

Side to side.

Round and round.

The friction of our cotton panties intensified the feeling and we were getting wetter by the second. Love honey poured out of me, soaking my knickers and mixing with hers in a sexy, sodden cocktail.

"It's ok... you can cum," I panted, kissing her neck more passionately and rubbing my clit against hers more vigorously. "Right now... we have all night to play some more."

"No... not yet... hold on..." she begged.

We were separated only by two thin layers of white cotton and I wished we'd taken our underwear off before this had started, but it was too late now. We were both about to cum in our panties and although I wasn't going to feel her cum mixing with mine, it was still going to feel amazing.

Up and down.

Side to side.

Round and round.

Kiss - lick - nuzzle.

Bite - kiss - suck.

"Oh fuck..." she murmured. "I can't..."

"Yes... you can... do it... cum with me... you know you want to."

"Fuck... right there... oh my God, Becca... I'm... going... to... cum," she squirmed.

"Yes... me too... do it... cum in your knickers... soak those panties for me."

She wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me like a bear. I reciprocated, keeping a steady rhythm going. If we changed anything now, we'd go off the boil. We had to keep our clits rubbing through the sodden material.

"Shit... cum... Becca... cum with me," she begged.

"Mmmpfff... yes... cum in your panties," I pleaded. "Now... cum... fuck... I'm going to cum."

She started to buck beneath me as though she was trying to throw me off, but at the same time, holding me close to prevent it from happening. We were locked in an orgasmic embrace and my pussy could no longer contain itself. It gushed into the thin fabric with such force that it sprayed out of the sides, soaking us both.

Sssqqquuuiiirrtttt.

"Uuhhmmmmmm," I held my scream in for fear of alerting the rest of the prison to our lewd actions.

Sssqqquuuiiirrtttt.

I felt my pelvic floor contract again, soaking my knickers as well as hers as she too came in her underwear.