##This is my first story on Lit. Please feel free to leave comments. Apologies if it's pretty heavy on the detail for the set up, but I have more in mind for future chapters if it goes well.##
Going to prison for Cordelia wasn't exactly what I had planned this morning. As the door to my new cell clanged shut. Whistles and shouting of the other inmates slowly began to die down as the guard shouted "lights out in five" from somewhere distant.
I looked around at my new home, my own four walls. A single bed ran along one wall, white sheets neatly folded on top. In the corner opposite was a toilet and a sink, and above that was a small shelf with a pot containing toothbrush and toothpaste. There was even a tiny desk in here and a chair, though no writing equipment or paper had been provided yet.
I sighed. Things could be worse, I thought as I sat down on the bed. It creaked as I moved to take off my shoes and socks. Two years they gave me, which realistically would be one with good behaviour. I was determined to make sure it was no more than one. The one thing I was holding on to was that Cordelia was waiting for me back home.
I removed my shirt and trousers and stood up to make my bed. I could hear a knocking from the cell next door, and I moved to the cell bars.
"Oi, new fish, can you hear me?" I heard a gruff whisper. I grunted in acknowledgement, unwilling to talk right now in case anyone could hear the nervous shake in my voice. "Good. Listen 'ere, I can get you stuff if you need. Just ask."
I grunted in response, and then returned to my bed, lying back and staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep much that night, and was almost thankful when the bell rang to wake us up.
I was already dressed and sat on the edge of my bed when the bell rang, and I heard some of the guards banging on the cells making sure everyone was getting up and ready. When the cell opened, I was standing waiting. The guards ushered us out and I got to see my neighbour from last night - a large black fellow, easily over 6ft 5", with broad shoulders a scar across his cheek. He would be terrifying if he didn't walk out with a big grin on his face. Something about that grin made me forget any preconceived idea that he was a dangerous person. "Walk forward new fish" he raised his eyebrows, and I realised we had all begun walking down the corridor of cells. I started forward after the inmate in front of me.
As I passed the cells, I noticed most of them looked a lot more homely than mine. Some even had TV's in, which surprised me. I wondered how strict the guards were here, as I walked into the canteen for breakfast.
At 6ft, I wasn't the tallest man here. My years in various trades meant that I had a sturdy frame, calloused hands and thick forearms, but my back was naturally hunched, which made me look a little smaller than I was. My blonde hair was shaved before entering the prison, and I had a small beard growing, slightly patchy.
The first day wasn't at all as bad as I imagined. I ate breakfast with Savage, my cell neighbour, (or Sav as he was known to everyone in here). He told me that this was the more relaxed part of the prison. "Most people are here because of tax avoidance or some shit" was what Sav told me, although looking around at the tough looks on some people's faces, I thought that was definitely a lie. Once breakfast was over, we were assigned jobs. They helped us 'reform' or so we were told. I was sent to clean the windows on the East side of the prison, and I came to enjoy some time in the sun and fresh air.
We stopped for lunch, and I found Sav again in the canteen. He told me there had been a fight earlier and two people had been put in the infirmary. Apparently one of them had been stabbed pretty bad. This is when he warned me of a group that called themselves 'The Judged'. Sav reprimanded me like a school teacher when I started laughing. "Shut the fuck up, I'm serious". His face was angry then, hard, and his eyes looked like they had seen some awful shit. "Just stay the fuck away from them okay?"
I agreed.
The rest of the afternoon was spent doing recreational activities. You had to fill in a form at the start of the week to let the guards know where you wanted to spend each afternoon. Because I hadn't had the form yet, I was sent to the yard. The weights were enjoyable, and I felt sore, but good, when I stopped for dinner. We were returned to our cells after we'd eaten, and I noticed I had some pencils and paper on my desk.
A few weeks went by until I could finally see Cordelia. I was permitted to 30 minutes of visitation at 1pm, and I couldn't wait. My stomach was full of nerves at lunch, and I didn't touch my food.
When 1pm rolled around, I was escorted to the visitor centre, and through a door into a room with eight chairs in front of glass screens. "Number two" the guard ushered me forward to the booth with a big TWO above it.
I sat down and shortly after, a door on the other side of the glass opened and through walked my Cordelia. She was as stunning as ever, wearing a summer dress that showed off her fantastic figure. She was about 5ft 6", but in the heels she was wearing, she was more like 5ft 9". Her dress was red with little sunflowers on, and it came down to just above her knees. Her brunette hair up in a ponytail, showing off her neckline and collarbones. She was wearing just a small amount of makeup and some red lipstick.
I imagined being on the other side of the glass and lifting her against the wall, grabbing her perky breasts and kissing her neck. My hand lifting her leg up as I fucked her against the wall, in front of all the other people in the room. Remembering how she moaned when I slid in and out of her.
Sitting down in front of me, she picked up the phone. I must admit, I was still taken aback by her and lost in thought that I forgot to pick up the phone, until she knocked on the glass.
Jolted back to reality, I shifted in my seat, realising I had a hard on under my trousers. I grabbed the phone, dropping it on the desk in my fluster. Picking it back up and raising it to my hear I heard her speak, and it was the most amazing sound. "Hey baby. You staying strong?"
My voice in reply sounded croaky. "Yes, even better now I've finally got to see you!"
"I wanted to tell you how amazed I am with you, and thank you again for what you have done for me." She whispered, her eyes slightly watery.
"Shhh Cord, not here okay?" I said, looking around.
Cordelia regained her composure and we spoke about life back at home for a little bit. How she missed me in our bed, and I joked that she better do! Thirty minutes came around much quicker than I wished, and soon I was being escorted back to my cell.
That night I heard a tapping on my wall again, and I walked to the bars. Just then a hand extended from the cell next door to mine. In his hand was an old looking iPhone. "Take it, quickly." Sav whispered, and I grabbed the phone. "This is mine, but I don't mind sharing it. I use it for my hoes back home" He chuckled, and I smiled, sitting back on my bed.
I whispered my thanks, before entering Cordelia's number and sending a text: "Hey gorgeous, guess who?"
I held my breath for a while, wondering if she'd even reply tonight, especially to a number she didn't know! Just before I gave up hope, the three dots appeared at the bottom of the message, and then her message came through: "Who? ... Just kidding! I can't believe you have a phone, this is great!"
I felt like an excited kid again texting the girl I fancied. We exchanged texts well into the night, and I don't know whether it was the risk of it, or the fact that I had seen her earlier that day, but I decided to ask her to send a couple of nudes.
For a while I sat there, and I could feel my eyes starting to close, wondering if she thought it was too weird. I had just about given up hope, when the phone vibrated and I opened it. I couldn't believe what I saw, and my jaw practically dropped.
She had sent three photos. The first was her in the outfit from earlier. She was sitting on the couch, and had obviously set up the phone on a timer. Her legs were up, slightly spread apart, and she had pulled up her dress. Her panties were just about visible, and she had one finger in her mouth. The way she looked at the camera alone made my dick hard. She looked like a model.
The second was on our bed. She had gotten onto all fours and set the camera up behind her. She had pulled up her dress above her bum, and was wearing a thong. It did not cover much. She was looking behind her, and she added a caption underneath: "What are you waiting for?"
Before I knew it, I had my dick out and was furiously jacking off. The third photo was greater still. Cordelia had removed the thong, and it was sitting on the edge of the bed just in front of her. She was facing the camera, on her knees, with her legs apart. Her dress had been pulled down and she had her hands on the bed in front of her, as she leant forward, her arms barely covering her tits, her dress only just covering her pussy.
I scrambled to reply: "Holy fuck babe! That's so hot!" Before continuing to stroke my cock quickly.
"I want you here, fucking me. Take my pussy from behind, spank me. I want you to cum inside my pussy." She sent the next text and it sent me over the edge. I came quickly and leaned back on my pillow in bed.
Cordelia had never been this dirty in the whole three and a half years I'd known her, but this was something else! As I lay there in ecstasy, she sent another text. "I'm going to bed now babe, that was fun. Maybe next time you can help me out too!"
