The jail guard gets her turn. Part III
Maybe it's meant to be.
A few days after our second experience, I was still reeling from the sex Debbie and I had. It was amazing. The more we fooled around, the more I thought about her, the more I fantasized the more I wanted her. It wasn't long before we were alone again and again and each time we went further and further, got more daring and got more excited about seeing each other. Each day that past was one day closer to her release and one day closer to me having to make a decision.
One slow lazy weeknight, I was talking to Debbie by her cell.
"Carly," she spoke. "Do you think there's a future for us? I mean, when I get out?"
"I don't know sweetheart. Why do you ask?"
'I don't know." She replied. "I just have been thinking about you constantly and I am just trying to figure out where I am going when I get released. I guess I was thinking that if you and I were going to be together, at least I'd have a starting point."
My heart melted hearing that and in many of ways, she was always on my mind. But the constant voice in my head reminded me that I was married and had never dated a woman before. Let alone was involved in a relationship, or been in love with one.
"Debbie." I said. "I think about you all the time. But I am married and I have kids and who knows where your future lies. Or mine for that matter. But I will tell you this, I have never had deeper feelings for any woman in my life than I do for you. So, I don't have the answers right now."
And I didn't have the answers. I was closer to the question, than I was to the answer. The sex; as hot, as hidden, as erotic and so inexcusable as it was, was the best I had ever had. And so many nights I wanted to be in that cell with her, or have her at home with me, just making love time and time again. But was it just fantasy? The taboo of it? That first lesbian experience? Or was I truly in love with an inmate at my corrections center? I didn't know. Believe me I loved my husband, my kids, my family life and everything that we had built, but I was in utter lust for Debbie.
I had a long weekend off and spent most of my time, being the wife, the mommy and "the maid" around the house, but my thoughts drifted back to her constantly. I even fucked my husband on Saturday night, just to be intimate with him and to get some dick, hoping it would remind me of where I am supposed to be and whom I am supposed to be with. And, it was amazing. But come Sunday morning when my eyes opened up, my thoughts drifted right back to her.
When I arrived at work Monday afternoon, Debbie wasn't in her cell. I figured she was at the library or in the mess hall, but one of my co-workers said she had been selected to do the laundry and was in the laundry room, down in the basement. Since I like escorting her back and forth which gives us time alone, I volunteered to go get her and bring her back to her cell.
When I got down to the laundry room, Debbie was standing in the steamy, hot, humid room, sweating from head to toe. Her hair was a mess and was being held up by a makeshift blue piece of cloth, fashioned like a sweat band. Her face was flush red, her eyes looked tired and weary, her body glistening from the sweat and humidity the laundry area creates.
"Why did you take this assignment I asked?"
"The parole lady came by to visit me on Saturday afternoon and said that I should do one more prison work detail to make my case look better for my release date. And this was the only thing open and left, so I put in for it."
Curious on what else the Parole lady told her I asked, "What did she say about your release date?"
"The lady said, I'm still on track for my original release date, and with this extra work and my good behavior, I should be out on time. Or maybe even earlier.
"Cool." I replied.
But that's when the panic set in. On time; or even earlier? I knew this day would come, but I didn't expect it for another month. And we just started this illicit, sexually erotic lust, absolute policy violation physical relationship and now that I'm into her, she going to be released... Holy fuck... what do I do now.
I must have drifted off into deeper thought than I believed I had because Debbie asked me, "Are you alright?"
"Umm. No Actually I'm not." I replied.
"Why what's a matter? She asked.
"Debbie, I said. I never expected any of this to happen between us. I can't stop thinking about you and you have my head spinning. I don't want you to leave, but we can't keep this up... Not this way at least. And now you're on the short list for release, I don't know what to do. I thought about leaving my husband, I thought about "us" being together. I thought about your questions from the other day. And I still have no answers."
Debbie could see I was in emotional distress and she walked over to comfort me. She wrapped her arms around me as my face pressed up against her upper chest.
"Carly, I want to leave here, but I don't want to leave you. I have fallen for you too and I don't want to even think about my life without you in it. I can't ask you to leave your husband, and your children. But eventually I am going to be free and be able to go wherever I want and I want you with me.
Debbie lifted my face up off her bosom and looked me in the eyes and said, "I am in love with you Carly Jenkins and I will do whatever we need to do to be together; or alone if I have to walk away."
With that she kissed me softly on the lips. Tears started slipping from my closed eyes, as her arms wrapped around me tightly. Our mouths parted and our tongues swirled around in each other's mouths. There was no denying it, no matter how hard I tried. I was in love with her and I wanted her. But I knew I wasn't going to be a full-blown lesbian the rest of my life. Bi-Sexual maybe, but I couldn't fathom only girls.
Being alone in the laundry room, deep in the basement of this facility was a perfect spot for us to talk, for us to bond, for us to kiss and as the late afternoon progressed, a great place to fuck.
As soon as the kisses from her became more passionate, I immediately pulled her DOC shirt over her head. My hands cupped and caressed her breasts over her bra, as our mouths met again. This time, I didn't care if we got caught, I knew in my head I was in love, woman or not, and I was going to fuck her as hard and as long as I could, just like I have wanted to for so long.
Debbie unhooked her bra letting her voluptuous tits free. I leaned down slightly and kissed, sucked and teased her nipples with my mouth and tongue, as she stood moaning.
"Yah Carly, just like that." She moaned out as I played with both tits, like I have always wanted to.
