Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapter of Becca XXX Hard Time. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Hard Time. Ch 02.
I woke up after my first night in prison to the sound of a girl panting below me. It was the rhythmic sound of heavy breathing. As I wiped the sleep from my eyes, I glanced over the edge of my bunk to see my cell-mate Naomi doing squats in the small space between the bed and the door.
The door was still locked and I had no idea what time it was. I didn't have a watch on and there was no clock in the room. She had stripped her T-shirt off and was exercising in her bra and panties. She must have been at it for some time because she was glistening in tiny beads of sweat. Her body was definitely a sight for sore eyes. She had her back to me and I could see her well defined deltoids and trapezius muscles on her shoulders as she dropped down into a low squat with her arms held out in front of her. Her lats looked like two slabs of meat and they gave her a triangular shape from her shoulders to her waist.
She didn't look like a body-builder - she had an athlete's body. Whether she'd always looked like this, I had no idea. She may have just gotten fit in prison. I didn't know how long she'd been banged up for. Her waist was tiny, but she had a good-sized booty on her. That too was firm and shapely under her moist underwear. The white fabric pulled tight up the crack of her ass each time she squatted down. Her thighs showed all four of her quadricep muscles and her calves looked like they were ready to burst. I could see the side of her boobs which jiggled each time she locked out with her legs.
She was gorgeous.
"What time is it?" I asked, not wanting to startle her.
"Seven," she said, not even bothering to slow down or turn around to see me.
She was in the zone and as soon as she finished her squats, she dropped down into a press up position and started bobbing up and down.
"What time do they let us out?"
"Eight," she puffed.
Her arm and shoulder muscles flexed with each press up, but she didn't waver from her routine.
I squished my thighs together as I sat up on the top bunk and I knew instantly that I was wet. It was nothing unusual; I always woke up wet, but I hoped it wasn't showing through my knickers because I didn't want Naomi to see. I was wearing identical clothing to her and my nipples were hard inside my flimsy, unflattering bra.
"Do we get breakfast?" I asked, already thinking that I was annoying her with all my questions.
"We get given breakfast packs with our dinner each night. I'll share mine with you when I'm done," she said, flipping over onto her back and bending her knees.
"Thank you," I replied. "I'll pay you back when I get mine."
I let out a quiet involuntary moan when I saw her body from the front. She'd tied her hair back into a big bushy pony tail to keep it off of her face while she worked out. Her bra was too small for her ample breasts which heaved and wobbled each time she did an abdominal crunch. Her abs looked like they were chiselled from stone and there wasn't an ounce of fat on her sexy body.
She started to grimace after fifty crunches and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. My gaze shifted south to the gap between her legs where the thin white material almost glowed against her dark brown skin. The gusset was beyond wet and I wondered if it was from sweat or wetness from her juicy cooch. To say she had a cameltoe would have been an understatement. The see-through material left little to the imagination and it looked like she had a Twix stuffed down the front of her knickers.
Her outer labia were plump and fat with a deep cleft where the fabric had been pulled tight. I swear I could see her clit poking out too, but that may have just been wishful thinking. I could tell that she had no hair down there as there was no bulge of pubes showing through the fabric. If I wasn't wet before, I certainly was now. I felt my clit twitch at the thought of seeing her completely naked and I had to force my eyes away from her body before I said something I might regret.
Naomi let out a loud gasp as she finished her set and flopped down onto her back spreading her legs even wider, but keeping them bent.
"Fuck," she exclaimed. "Sorry if I woke you. I thought you were dead to the world. I've never known anyone sleep that well on their first night in a cell. They usually lie awake snivelling or shouting to be let out."
"Does it help them?" I laughed.
"No, but maybe it makes them feel better," she smiled.
She sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees and shuffling around until her back was to the wall.
"It's important to keep fit in here," she explained. "It keeps you sane if nothing else. Exercise releases endorphins and helps prevent depression. You should try it."
"I usually go for a morning run or to the gym," I pointed out.
"I thought you might. I can tell you're into your fitness, but running is pretty hard in a prison cell."
"Yeah, I suppose running ten feet to the door and back is going to get pretty boring," I giggled.
Naomi laughed too.
"I'm done exercising for now," she smiled. "I can move out of the way and you can use the space if you want."
She was right about needing to stay fit and sane. It mattered more than ever in a place like this. I jumped off the bed and felt my tits jiggle inside my bra as I landed. Naomi got up and moved over to the sink to fill a beaker with water. She downed it in one and refilled it as I started to perform lunges in the space at the side of the bed.
My muscles felt tight and lethargic from lack of use so I was happy to be breathing some life back into them. I often did bodyweight exercises when I was on an assignment and when I couldn't get to a gym. Running was my first choice as it usually gave me time to survey the area I was working in and look for escape routes or pinch points. It also cleared my head and made me feel better just as Naomi had explained.
"Keep your hips forward on those lunges or you'll pull your back," Naomi stated. "Your ass is sticking out too much."
I attempted to correct my posture, but deliberately made a bad job of it so that she'd offer to help me.
"You mean like this?" I asked.
"Fuck no. Here, let me help you."
She put her beaker on the sink and moved alongside me. She then placed one hand on my stomach, above my waistband and the other hand across my buttocks. She pushed with both hands to align my back and pelvis correctly.
"Suck your belly in and rotate your hips forwards," she said. "Hold that position throughout the whole movement."
I performed a lunge on each leg as she kept my posture correct with her soft hands. She seemed to be completely in her element and remained professional and focussed. I was a little disappointed that it didn't feel flirtatious or sexual, but this was still early days and she seemed to be more interested in helping me rather than fucking me. Not every girl I met in life was a lesbian or a bi-sexual, but I did have a way of turning them around.
"Much better," she said. "You're good, you just need a few tweaks."
"Cool. What are you? A fitness instructor or something?" I joked.
"I used to be," she replied, moving back to the sink and watching my form. "I was a gym instructor and a fitness model before I ended up in here."
"That explains your amazing body," I swooned. "I'd kill for abs like those."
"Are you kidding me? Yours are almost as well-defined. If I had to guess: I'd say that your exercise regime is good, but your diet could do with some improvement. It's usually the diet that lets people down."
