Surprisingly, it wasn't too long before Rocco and I did get out. Somehow our lawyer pulled it all together and got a court date set for me as well as one for Rocco about a week later. Rocco had threatened to twist our lawyer's tiny little head off if he engaged in cyber sex with anyone, much less the judge's wife, in the days before our court dates.
The lawyer was able to put up a pretty good appeal and surprisingly the judge agreed with everything he said. Finally a little bit of sanity was returned to the justice system and I was released with an apology from the court.
I had only a few minutes to say goodbye to Rocco, but knowing his court date was only a week away, we were both very positive about everything. Kissing him goodbye, I told him I'd get an apartment set up for the two of us and of course I'd be in the court when his appeal came up.
Some friends had looked after my stuff during my unfortunate incarceration and they helped me move into a new apartment within a couple of days of my release. I even had time to line up a part-time job before Rocco's court date. When I walked into the courtroom I was completely ready to get on with my life with Rocco. All that was left was for our lawyer to win the appeal.
Once again our lawyer came through, this time he even got chastised a bit by the judge for whatever he did wrong to screw up this open and shut case in the first place. Rocco was admonished a bit for throwing the man out the window, but then the judge did admit he'd have done the same, if not worse.
Rocco got out of prison the next day and I picked him up in a cab. We rode together to our apartment, where Rocco stashed his stuff. He had more, but all that would depend upon how his divorce proceedings would go. He also had to see if he could get his job back. In the meantime, it would be a sparse existence, but certainly better than prison.
We went out to dinner and shared tacos and burritos at the local Taco Hop and then picked up a cheap bottle of wine. Walking home, we unscrewed the top and sipped the fine wine as if it was an expensive Bordeaux.
By the time we got back to the apartment we were feeling good, not drunk, but nicely buzzed. Settling onto the couch, we began kissing and I unbuttoned Rocco's shirt. I sucked and licked his nipples while resting my hand on his lap, feeling his cock grow. Once it got hard I began stroking it though his pants. I was about to reach down and take it out when he held my hand.
"I want feel you inside me, I want you to fuck me."
