I remember that night vividly. The day went far too slow, and by the time dinner rolled around, I'd worked myself up to a state of turmoil with anticipation. What made it worse was that during all that time, I saw Chloe doing her rounds several times, and every time she saw me, she gave me that same special smile. Regardless, come 1800 hours, when everyone else was filing through the housing blocks towards the central canteen, I was headed the other way. The library was part of the smaller admin building, all the way across the other side of the prison, near the fence that divided the low and medium security prisons from the central admin block.
By the time I got there, the place was empty. Not even the resident cat was there, and the library was his favorite place to sleep usually. The computers always being on meant the place stayed very warm, almost all year round. When I first got here in July, the A/C unit didn't work either, and it felt like the room was trying to bake you alive. This time of year though, it was very pleasant. I say the place was empty, but that wasn't quite true, because right at the back of the library, leaning on a radiator in a massive camera blind spot known to almost everyone, was Chloe.
"Are you not too hot?" I asked upon seeing her there.
She grinned across at me. "Not yet."
Oh damn, she wasn't giving me a minute. We were picking up right where we left off it seemed. That assessment was confirmed only a moment later as she held her hand out to me, palmside down, ready for me to take it. Realizing I was still in view of the camera, and knowing there wasn't any way of knowing if someone was watching, I played it cool. I took my gloves, hat, and jacket off first, and slung them over a nearby chair, before pretending to look at the bookshelves near the blind spot for a moment. From there, I perused my way along the shelf and into the blind spot, and once I was sure we were safe, I turned to her.
"Oscar-worthy performance, right there." She said dryly.
I grinned sheepishly and leaned up just next to her. "Gotta play the part, don't want them thinking we're doing anything."
She chuckled, walking out of the blind spot. "That camera's broken." She replied, meandering over to the door.
I suddenly felt rather silly. "So you just let me put on a show for no-one?"
She locked the library door. "No." She replied coyly, turning back to me with a smile. "Not for no-one."
I drifted over to her as she made her way back towards me. We met somewhere right in the middle of the library, surrounded by shelves, but alone, at last.
"No, not no-one." I mumbled in agreement, looking her up and down as I tried not to bubble over with excitement.
She reached out and took my hands in hers. Immediately, my heart rate jumped, and my hands felt alive with nervous energy, and I had to consciously keep my hands soft and malleable as she caught my wrists, slipped down to my palms, and wrapped her fingers in mine. From there, she moved in, until her face was less than a foot from mine.
"So, how did this dream of yours go, exactly?" She asked, giving me a knowing smile.
"Uh- I- um, we're uh-" I began, but couldn't get any real words out.
That only made her smile wider. "Here, why don't you let me take the lead?" She said quietly.
I just nodded, and a second later, she dropped my hands and wrapped her arms around my neck. She had to stand on her tiptoes to make up those extra few inches of height between us, and suddenly, she was only a few inches from me, her beautiful brown eyes staring right into mine. Starting to come to life a little, I tried to wrap my arms around her back, but it was awkward and a little uncomfortable, as her bulky zip-up stab vest made it feel a little like I was hugging a tree wrapped in tarpaulin. I could look past all of that though, as once her lips met my own, I couldn't feel anything else.
She smelled good, and as we stood in the middle of the room, lips locked together, I was suddenly very aware that I hadn't had a shower for eleven hours. She seemed not to care though, as she'd closed her eyes and didn't seem apprehensive in the slightest, meanwhile I stood like a statue, eyes bolt open as she pressed her perfect lips against mine. Her scent was amazing. It wasn't exactly an overpowering smell, in fact I couldn't actually describe it, but she just smelled so... clean, and pure. She eventually broke it off a few moments later and got down off her tiptoes, opening her eyes again and looking at me with a slight grin. I'd lost all sense of time and place, and just stared at her in disbelief and enchantment, mouth slightly open like some kind of dullard. That amused her to no end.
"Was that your first time ever kissing a woman?" She asked after a moment, bringing her arms down and resting her palms on my shoulders.
I cleared my throat and let my hands drop from her vest. "Uhm, well..." I began, about to mention the myriad of times my mother had kissed me goodbye before I left to go to school, but luckily I caught that thought before it got out. I didn't know what to say, and so I said nothing, still coming back to earth, but that was an answer too. Her face broke out into a huge smile. She was excited, and appeared genuinely unable to hide the look of utter delight she was wearing. Evidently I'd given her quite an ego boost.
"I uh... you..." I began, but stopped, bringing a hand up to my lips, as they somehow felt very different all of a sudden, like I'd discovered something incredible for the first time, which... I had, really.
She laughed, and dropped her hands down to mine, taking them both in hers once more. "Am I your first?" She asked quietly, still beaming up at me.
"You're uh... you're my first, yeah." I got out, and I too couldn't help but start smiling.
