Before Jeff and I had started this adventure, we both knew, even if we hadn't said it out loud, that sooner or later, there would almost certainly be some breaking of character. At day and at night, for the majority of the time, we could fantasize and pretend all we wanted that I was really in jail, and I might even be able to convince myself of it in my own mind. But sooner or later, when we had sex, we were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend.
All the same, I wanted the first time we fucked here to be jailer and prisoner.
The more creative ways we could find to build or sexual encounters into our roles, the better and more fun it would be, and I'm sure we would. But we weren't professional actors and sooner or later, when we had sex, we were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend.
All the same, I wanted the first time we fucked here to be jailer and prisoner.
And I hoped, and really assumed, that Jeff felt the same way.
The previous day, when I had blown Jeff, he had promised that the next day he was going to fuck me. I had nodded in agreement, excited, but part of me was wondering if that was Jeff my boyfriend talking or Jeff the police officer responsible for my incarceration. Not that I was going to complain either way, but I was still left wondering what creative way he would find for our characters to fuck.
Then again, at this point, I was so fucking horny and just wanted him inside me so bad, I just wanted it to happen however he would make it happen.
At eight in the morning, he delivered me my breakfast, the same breakfast as the day before, without saying a word. At lunchtime, he delivered my lunch in much the same way, this time stopping only long enough to tell me that he had reviewed my letter and that he found the content acceptable and he had mailed it out.
At this point, I figured out that he was using this as his last chance to truly make the anticipation build and he wanted to push me to my breaking point of desire.
Dinner came and again, he communicated very little.
Finally, at around eight-thirty, he stood outside of my cell door.
"On your feet, Inmate," he said. "Stand back from the bars."
I did as I was told. This was it.
He unlocked and entered the cell.
"I've been watching you, Brennan," he said. "And I was quite impressed with that blowjob you gave me, yesterday."
I nodded, both excited but also somewhat nervous. So much had built up to this.
"Perhaps you'd like to do a bit more. Earn yourself some extra privileges around here. Maybe a little extra exercise time. Some cigarettes more regularly, get you some good magazines."
"I'd...I'd like that, Officer Cooper," I said.
He eyed me up and down.
"Of course, like I told you, nothing comes free here. You'd...need to have some means of payment."
