Synopsis: A girl gets arrested for lying on her resume and is sent to a female prison where she gets punished in a different way than she thought.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing Erotica. This means that the material in this story may or may not be idiotic, or humanly possible. I just let my imagination write this story. However, because of the adult material that is present in the story, I am forced to write the following warning...
This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts, including masturbation, lesbianism, and some non-consensual acts. If such material offends you, or if you are under the age of consent, do not read any further. All characters herein are 18 or over, and are not meant to resemble anyone living, dead, or fictitious.
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My head was foggy. I couldn't think straight.
I remember bits and pieces of last night. Going to the bathroom, sitting down. I swear I had to pee, but I don't remember anything coming out. Maybe it was coming out the other hole?
All I know is, being a girl is hard. Our minds force us to be proper. Our emotions change at the drop of a hat. And there's that other thing... that once-a-month pain-in-the-ass that every girl goes through that some guys pretend to ignore.
That's why I don't go for guys. I remember lessons throughout high school and my first year in college about STD's and other diseases caused from guys. Ewww!!! I feel like puking just thinking about it. Sometimes, at night, I would remember right before I went to sleep the fun that my girlfriend and I had while we were dating. We were together for my entire College Freshman year. We still talk to each other sometimes, but not that often.
The reason my girlfriend and I don't keep in touch too often is because she is still in college as a sophomore, but I got accepted at a law firm. Apparently, all you need to do to get away with lying on your resume is just to word it correctly. However, that's another story.
Like I said before, being a girl is hard. Especially when you drink an entire bottle of alcohol the size of your forearm and attempt to still function correctly. I remember walking over to my bed, a queen size with red satin pillows and a big and very fluffy blanket. I doubt I covered up with the blanket.
Right now, I think I am having a dream.
I am in my living room, sitting on my couch. I guess I still live in the duplex on Main, down the turnpike a block. My girlfriend, Brenda, is sitting next to me. We are both watching Law & Order. She turns towards me with a hesitant look on her face. I look back into her gorgeous blue eyes, seeing her almost-pale face framed in her bleach-blonde hair.
"Hey, um... Hey Christy?" she says.
"Yeah, Brenda? What's up?" I ask.
"Maybe it's not a good time, but I'm feeling... a little heated right now. I'll be upstairs relieving this feeling." She stands up, stretches, and walks upstairs.
I understood what she meant. The word 'heated' when used like that means 'horny.' She obviously went upstairs because she wanted to masturbate. I paid little attention until Law & Order was over. I started flipping through the channels to see if something else was on, but in the split-second when the channels were changing, I heard a loud moan coming from upstairs. I tried to ignore it, and I didn't hear it the rest of the time I was looking for something to watch, but after a while it got to me. There was a beautiful girl upstairs, naked, working her pussy with anything she can find until she brings herself to the peak of pleasure.
I had to join her.
My fingers wiggle a bit as they drag across the buttons on the remote to click the TV off. When the screen blinks, then goes black, I sigh and set the remote next to me on the couch. I reach my hands down for leverage, then push myself off the couch, standing up a bit too quickly. I almost stumble forward, then I become a bit dizzy. The feeling passes after a second or two.
I walk around the couch and start to climb the stairs up to the second floor, where Brenda is bringing herself off. I walk through the upstairs hallway, passing the upper bathroom on my right. The door's closed, and I keep walking, noticing the door at the end of the hall, the door to our bedroom, is slightly ajar. I walk over to it slowly, the moans that I heard before are now returning to my ears, louder. I reach the almost-closed door, pushing it open ever so slightly, before I witness the most amazing sight a girl like me could ever see.
Brenda, hot and sexy Brenda, was laying down in bed spread-eagled with a vibrator hanging out of her pussy. Her fingers were pinching and rubbing her nipples, her head flipping side-to-side, getting close to the verge of climax. Almost on autopilot, my right hand drops inside the skirt I was wearing, working its way inside my panties. My fingers start to work furiously at my clitty as my left hand works at my rapidly-hardening nipples. My eyes refuse to look away from the sight before me. It just turns me on so much, watching her without her knowledge of my presence.
But, finally, I couldn't stay quiet anymore.