Chapter 8
It had been a week since she first arrived in the prison and a couple of days since the pair were almost caught in the library. After that fainting spell, Alex was relegated to the old computer in the library – but only after she complained about being forced to sit in her cell most of the day. She spent most of her time writing her stories on the computer. The governor had given her permission to write and email it to her friends to edit and so on as long as a guard could check it for hidden messages. She agreed.
Her lawyer had visited her once. Well, it wasn’t really her lawyer, it was one who came and offered his services pro-bono when he heard her story on the news. John Kirk, an LGBTI advocate, though straight himself he believes all deserve fair treatment no matter the gender or orientation.
After seeing her arm and learning the full truth he left. That was the day after the library incident and she hadn’t heard from him since.
Not that in truth she expected too.
In truth, she was actually beginning to enjoy prison life. Benga had claimed her as his ‘wife,’ well, prison wife, but that’s still good, right?
His gang baby’s her a little and no one else will touch her because they are scared what the boss will do.
She had strong feelings for him, but would never tell him. At least not this soon. As far as she knew she was just some fun to tide him over until he gets out.
“Where’s Jordan?” She asked no one in particular as they stood in the yard after work. “I haven’t seen him since this,” She held up her arm.
“I heard he flipped out after you were taken to the hospital. They had to lock him down,” Cook answered.
“Yeah. I heard the nurse had been giving him the wrong dose or meds or something. That’s why she’s been replaced by the guy nurse,” Sid added.
“He’s on meds?” She asked surprised.
“Yeah, some kind of mental health problem… Can’t remember now. But anyway, that’s probably why he’s been acting up and being so weird with you.”
“Normally keeps himself to himself, but he’s pretty down-to-earth,” Benga said for beside her. They had continued their sexual relationship and he had – after a lot of nagging – started pulling out when he came.
She loved the rush, the feeling of him releasing inside her, but she was worried about pregnancy.
Plus, he had really gotten into giving her oral. He loves licking her womanly bits as well as her more masculine oversized nub.
It had gotten so bad that he even rubbed her between her legs at lunch, breakfast and dinner. The guys pretended not to noticed, but she knew they did.
“Just as long as he keeps away from you, then I don’t give a damn what happens to him!” He was extremely protective of her.
“Those who I call line-up,” An officer called drawing everyone’s attention.
“It’s that time already?”
A dozen names were called including Alex and Benga.
“File in.” They were lead through the familiar corridors.
“Your mother and sister?” She guessed and he nodded his head.
“Yes. They are great. They come every week and have since I got put inside.”
“That’s great. Mine will be my two friends, you remember Tess and Riann I told you about?”
“Ah, how can I forget, your lesbian lovers.”
“No, just friends who play sometimes.”
“I know, Angel. I’m only teasing you.” He looked like he was about to kiss her but instead pulled back, discreetly brushing his hand over hers.
Arriving in the hall, her friends got teary eyed when they saw her and literally threw their arms around her.
She had been in contact via the phone and told them about what happened. But not about her and Benga, she wasn’t sure if the guards were listening in.
“That bastard!” Tess spit.
“My poor Ally,” Riann, always the softer one – whimpered.
Surprisingly, again the officers didn’t stop the contact as they probably should have.
‘Probably because they feel sorry for me,’ She thought to herself.
“I’m good, really,” Alex reassured her friends, managing to get them to sit after a minute.
“Mama and dad wanted to come and so does Timmy, but I convinced them to wait,” Riann said sitting down and drying her cheeks.
Alex nodded remembering she could only have three adult visitors at once.
“One of them could have come with you.”
Tess shook her head. “How is your arm? Is it very painful? How do you manage?” She asked in quick succession.
“Yes, you never did tell us much other than how you broke it,” Her other friend added.
Both girls had a hand on her either legs. She felt eyes on her and she knew without looking who they belonged too.
“It’s… It’s hard, I’m not going to lie. I struggle to do a lot and it can get pretty painful. But it’s more of aching at the moment. They gave me some good painkillers to help. Not to mention Sammy and the guys help me.” A little smile twitched on her lips as she thought back to them.
“Sammy?” Tess’s expression turned to one of surprise.
“Who is he and these guys?” Riann asked this time.
Unconsciously Alex found herself looking at Benga, and he at her.
Their eyes met and she heard friends say something about her ‘hot bunk mate,’ and all be it a little too loudly. Thankfully the officers were too busy dealing with an arguing couple to notice.
“Shh!” Her head snapped back to her friends, who were still eyeing Benga. “You’ll get us both in trouble, probably separate me from him and the guys and put me, God, only knows!”
The girls sobered, “Sorry.”
“But still…” Both eyed him up. “You are banging that?” Tess whisper asked teasingly.
She and Riann’s eyes widened when Alex didn’t answer.
“You have?!”
Alex glanced back at Benga to find him smirking obviously knowing what they were talking about.
But he turned to his mother and sister when they started asking him something and Alex turned away just as the older women looked her over.
Both women beautiful. His sister the same caramel skin as him, with a body to die from and pin straight black hair. And his mother, even though she was in her fifties, she was beautiful, with dark chocolate skin and black tight curly hair.
She had learned during one of their long talks that his mother is called Janet, fifty-five and of African descent. His father was Samoan. And his sister, Coco, thirty. She was only sixteen when he first got sent away.
“He is… Mmm…” Tess’s eyes raked over him. “Shame you are both in here. I would have loved for the four of us to play…” Her hand moved up Alex’s legs and between her legs.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Riann joined in, moving her hand up to her friend’s swollen nub.
“Your sexy little pussy filled with him, your nub in me, with Riann sat on my face.” They both rubbed her and she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning.
The rest of the visit consisted of the pair trying to get every detail about her and Benga. Not to mention they teased her beneath the table relentlessly.
**
“Where are we going?” She asked her cellmate as he led her to the bathroom after the officers had returned them to the rec room.
“You make me so hot!” He moved her into the shower cubicle in the far corner, out of the way of prying eyes.
He pushed her against the tiled wall and pushed his lips to hers hungrily as his hands worked on removing her jumpsuit.
Without a word he knelt down and removing her legs over his shoulders he eagerly began licking at her slit.
“Sammy!” She gasped holding onto his bald, shaved head. “We shouldn’t be… What if we get caught?” In truth, she didn’t want him to stop. He gave her the sort of pleasure she had never experienced before. The kind of body humming, the mind-blowing pleasure she had only written or read about in books.
His long tongue invaded her inner core while his hand somehow managed to reach around and stroke her swollen nub, sending her over the edge. Some inaudible words had left her mouth before she cried his name. All be it a little too loudly. But she didn’t care, she loved the feeling of him between her legs.
“Good girl,” He hummed and smiled against her before pulling back, placing her uneasily on her feet and releasing his own erection. Picking her back up and pushing himself inside her. With her back against the cold tiles, she automatically drew her legs around him. She gasped at the intrusion.
“Your pussy is so tight and wet,” He groaned against her neck, taking her deep and hard, earning him almost constant moans from her. “She is still quivering from your orgasm.” He nibbled her eye lobe. “It is as though she is sucking and pulling me back in every time I pull out.”
She couldn’t say anything she was far too gone. It was as though her whole body was pulsing with the constant orgasmic release.
“She knows that she is mine,” He began sucking just behind her ear, but it felt amazing. “Tell me you are mine!”
She said nothing, only nodded her head. But with him pounding her so hard he probably couldn’t tell.
“Tell me, Alexia! Tell me who’s you are!” His rough.
“Yours…” She replied finally breathless.
“What was that, Angel? I didn’t hear you.”
“I am yours, Sammy. I belong to you for as long as you want me.”
“And who else will touch you?”
“No one!” She cried feeling another wave of intense pleasure hit her and liquid leaking from her hole.
“I am for your pleasure alone, no one else but you can touch me.”
“Yes! Mine! All mine!” He sounded almost primal. But she loved it and began biting his shoulder trying to muffle her screams. That proved to be the undoing of him. Sending him over the edge. “You are mine!” He growled emptying his load inside her. His thrusts slowed down until he stopped completely. He kissed her lazily and pulled back with a happy smile and a look she could recognise.
“Angel…” He whispered stroking the side of her face. “I l-” His flaccid member slid from inside her. She cut him off.
“You bastard, Benga!” She glared wiggling out of his arms, grabbing her clothes before going to a toilet stall and closing the door behind her.
“Huh?” He was completely confused about what had just happened. “Angel? What did I do?” He called quickly pulling his own jumpsuit closed.
No answer. Not that he expected it. She didn’t like talking through doors.
“You need help dressing? Your arm…”
A minute and no reply. He was starting to feel a mixture of worry and annoyance when the door opened. He smiled in relief seeing his beautiful, hazel eyed Angel exit dressed. But frowned when she glared at him.
“Come on, Angel… Tell me what I’ve done?” He pleaded as she washed her hands ignoring him.
“Tut Tut.” He was a little surprised to find Sid standing in the doorway.
“What are you doing here?” He glared at his friend.
“That’s a nice way to treat a guy who’s playing lookout while you get your rocks off.”
“Yeah, like that’s all you were doing.” Benga knew his friend too well.
“I do not deny I got a little hard listening, but who wouldn’t.”
Alex turned her head to hide her blush.
“But this isn’t about me,” Sid stepped towards her, Benga stepped in his way but she walked around him. Walking off Sid ran to catch up and Benga followed close behind. Maybe if he couldn’t get an answer his friend could.
“What’s wrong, Turtle?” Benga growled at the nickname, but Sid ignored it, Alex rolled her eyes.
“Did he hurt you?” He ignored his friend’s protests and shhed him. In truth, Alex had become a sort of baby sister to him and the guys. Even if Benga weren’t around to tell them too, they would watch out for her.
“He came in me,” She whispered.
“He came in you?” Sid couldn’t stop his lips quirking into a small smile and he looked at his friend for an explanation.
“That’s why your mad, Angel?” Benga moved to her other side.
She gave him a look as if to say ‘What do you think?!’
“Angel,” He stole a kiss while he still could and she pushed him, but it had no effect. “You, yourself said you were mine. I just assumed…” He trailed off guilty.
“It still doesn’t mean I want a baby in prison, you dummy!” She whisper yelled as they drew closer to the rec room.
Arriving inside, she huffed and sat next to Gunnar, who was watching some old sitcom. Benga glared at the young guy on the other side of her and he jumped up giving his seat to him.
Sid says down at the table, joining Cook and a few other guys for cards.
“What’s wrong with her?” Cook asked him, but looking at Benga, who was just sat staring at the girl with sad puppy dog eyes. She was completely ignoring him, watching the show with Gunnar instead.
“She’s pissed at him,” Sid whispered so only the guys at the table could hear.
“Why?”
“He won’t pull out. Sam is trying to make little turtles!”
