If you'd asked me four weeks prior what federal prison was like in one word, I'd have had to have said boredom, or perhaps anxiety, depending on what day it was. Nothing ever seemed to happen, until it did. The only change I ever saw was one day, not long after I arrived, when all the COs stopped wearing the old black uniforms, and switched over to the tan and khaki ones. It wasn't a popular decision with the COs, and the warden had put off authorizing the switch for a long while, but according to Chloe, the BOP had final say, and they said having prisoners and COs both wearing khaki somehow wasn't a stupid idea. Supposedly we were to be replacing our khakis with something new soon, but I wasn't holding my breath.
If you asked me what federal prison was like right now though, as I watched a topless Chloe slipping her pants down, revealing her toned and lusty legs to me, I'd not have an answer for you. I'd probably tell you to fuck off, as I was focused on the beautiful woman who I'd soon lose my virginity to. I never thought this would be how it would happen. I always thought it'd be with that girl Kerry from high school, one year above mine, who always seemed to take an interest in me, but kept me firmly in the friend zone whilst she threw herself at every football player, basketball prodigy, and eventually, drug dealer who would give her the time of day. I hadn't seen or talked to her since she graduated, and while my life hadn't exactly gone to plan, last I heard she was still on and off the drugs, and had two kids with two different deadbeat dads.
"You just gonna sit and stare?" Chloe asked after a moment, snapping me back to reality. "Go on, get your pants off."
From there, she scooched her pants down to her knees, revealing a pair of plain black panties. Her body really was amazing, and I again, had to convince myself this was really happening, even as she shimmied her pants down further, revealing more and more perfect light caramel skin. I didn't move a muscle as she continued pulling her pants down to her ankles, before loosening the laces on her boots and awkwardly kicking them all off at once, leaving her wearing nothing but a pair of panties. She looked back up at me for a moment and noticed that I hadn't done a thing, and was instead focused on watching her undress. She smacked my leg with the back of her hand, evidently impatient for me to follow her lead. Unfortunately she managed to hit the part of my thigh that Norman had stabbed, sending a dull, shooting pain up my leg and causing me to wince audibly. She noticed, and immediately looked regretful.
"Oh shit, sorry. You okay?" She asked, her previous impatience forgotten.
"No, you've killed me." I replied facetiously.
She looked at me with a small smile and narrowed her eyes. "Drama queen."
"You assaulted me." I continued, keeping up the act.
"You're gonna be inside me in a minute." She said softly. "I think you'll live."
I didn't have a witty reply for that one, so as she brought her legs up and leaned up next to me, I pulled my own pants down to my ankles, leaving just my underwear to contain my restless member. She saw the second wound she'd managed to thump before, the one that bled worse, and took longer to heal. She took a moment to reach down and gently rub her hand across it, feeling the site of what I was told would be a scar that stayed with me forever. I wasn't concerned about that though. It was a permanent reminder that I'd done the right thing, a mark of conviction. I could see she was fascinated by it, and I took a moment to inspect the scar on her own thigh.
Hers was worse than mine, I could tell just from looking at it. It was still slightly raised, and the length of the cut was a good inch or so longer. I didn't need to ask her if she'd have that forever. I knew she would, the same as me. I brought my hand across to her bare leg and brushed my fingers across it for a moment, before quickly becoming intoxicated by the feeling of her bare thigh on my hand. I wanted to feel every part of her, and focused on doing exactly that, rather than focusing on the ugly wound Norman had left behind. I didn't like looking at her scar. Not because it was ugly, but because it was a visible reminder that I didn't manage to keep her from all harm. While my scars, to her, were evidence of my courage, her scar, to me, was a reminder of my shortcomings.
She didn't seem to see it that way though, as while I started feeling up her legs, she got very brave all of a sudden, and her hands went from my legs and chest, across to my underwear, and the unavoidable bulge my impatient prick was making underneath. She didn't press too hard, evidently a little scared she might make me cum from a few touches alone, and miss out on the real fun that was yet to come, but she made sure to get a good feel for my package, trying to get a good measure of my size and girth through the taut fabric. With each significant touch though, I could feel myself twitching, as she repeatedly excited my enthusiastic member. I was more than ready for her, and she knew it.
"You feel ready." She said teasingly, looking across at me expectantly.
I didn't quite get the instruction though, and just continued rubbing her leg, looking down at the delicate little piece of black fabric that marked the very last barrier between our imminent coupling. I didn't ask if I could touch her there. I knew I didn't need to. We were going to fuck in a minute, and her fingers were already getting well acquainted with my prideful appendage, even through my underwear. I had no doubt she'd want me to warm her up a little before we properly got down to business. And so I brought my hand back up her leg and round to her crotch, stuffing my whole hand between her legs and getting a good and honest feel for what she had hidden away.
I felt her gasp slightly, and looking up at her for a moment, I saw her biting her lip as she looked down at my hand, firmly jammed between her legs. She settled down on the sofa and slowly spread them apart, giving me unfettered access, before looking back up at me with a look that just... radiated lust. I could feel the heat from her pussy radiating out through her panties as I gently rubbed up and down, mapping it all out with each curious caress. I could picture it in my mind's eye already. She had a thin slit down there, shrouded almost entirely by slightly puffy curtains of skin, and she'd recently shaved. I could feel little pricks of new hair poking through the thin material as I explored just above and around the shallow valley of black fabric.
"Oh God, get on with it!" She blurted out after a moment, before gesturing at my underwear, looking a little bit antsy all of a sudden. "Get your drawers off!" She added after a moment, breathing heavily as my explorative hand tested and teased her pussy through the thin fabric.
I laughed and shook my head in disbelief. "Why can't you do it? I'm busy down here." I replied, giving her a ballsy grin.
"Oh you-" She began, but cut herself off with a gasp, as I found the little bump that had to be her clitoris, right at the top, just hidden away past the damp, fleshy curtains that flanked her vagina.
