Old Vinegar Tits was up to it again. She had very few pleasures in life, but nothing gave her more enjoyment than provoking the inmates and sitting back with a satisfied smirk as they clashed with one another. She delighted at the sense of control it gave her, not something she was well acquainted with in her own life.
Since catching Travers and Doyle together a few days ago she was aware that there was danger smouldering between them. still. One clever blow from her could ignite those sparks again. An outsider could have seen this as sour grapes as Doyle had not made a move on Vera since Karen's arrival. Vera was not jealous of Karen; she loathed the woman. She couldn't see why everyone was so enamoured by her. Gregg Miller and Steve Wilson fawned over her like lovesick schoolboys, it was all pathetic.
She had come up with an arbitrary reason to have Travers moved out of the dorm she shared with Bea Smith and had recommended she be moved in with Doyle. Mrs. Davidson had agreed easily as she knew Karen had been assisting Franky with her reading and had been a positive influence in the incident on the roof. Luckily for Vera, Mrs Davidson was not quite up to date with their latest falling out. Sitting in her office surrounded by certificates, the Governor didn't have a clue when it came to running this place. It was Vera who was right in amongst the filth. Only she knew day to day how the prisoners behaved. They were no better than animals in a zoo.
Karen was upset about the room change and tried again to argue that she did not feel safe, but Vera was having none of it.
"You are a cold-blooded killer who stabbed your husband multiple times, please do not come the poor weak woman act with me. I saw only recently that you can manage Doyle. Maybe you should ask one of your boyfriends for help or are they not up to the job?".
After the evening shower that night, Karen moved her belongings into her new cell. Franky was sat on her bunk, towel drying her short blond hair. She was dressed in only boxer shorts and a vest. Clearly both of them were thinking about their last meeting. Franky lit a ciggie and watched Karen as she put away her things. Karen would not meet her gaze. Something had invaded her thoughts ever since that last time. Try as she might and she had; she couldn't control her fascination with Franky or dampen her desire to carry on where they had left off.
Later, well after lights out, Karen still wide awake, lay in bed, tormented by her thoughts and the pull she felt in her core. She had always found it easy to attract and influence men, but this was something she'd never experienced. She had never been in love with Gregg, then she'd married Wayne to please her mother and now clearly Steve was interested. It all meant nothing compared to the intoxication she felt for the woman sleeping less than six feet away.
She peeled back her covers and quietly climbed out of bed, scared that the slightest sound might awaken Franky or alert a patrolling guard. She softly stepped over next to Franky's bed to look at her. With the light from the barred window falling on Franky's profile, she could see the still damp hair that curled at the nape of her tanned neck. Sleeping Franky had no bravado, no hardness or scorn, it was as if it all of that were a mask she put on each day to protect herself. Her hair was clean from the shower, not greased and her soft brown lashes rested on her boyish face as she slept. She was breathtaking.
Karen drank in every detail. Through the thin covers she could make out the curves of Frankie's body. She watched the pulse in her neck and the outline of her collar bone and had to force herself not to reach out to see if she felt as good as she looked. In her efforts to stay silent, her swallow caught in her throat. Franky did not stir though. Karen moved around the bed. There was something she had noticed and wanted to see again. Franky had a peppering of little freckles on her face. Karen had noticed this during their reading session. It made her seem more innocent somehow and Karen had been unnerved to see them again when Franky had been so cruel later on.
There it was, one particular freckle on Franky's top lip. Such a small detail, maybe Franky didn't even know she had it but oh how many times had Karen thought about it. It was as if these little marks were a map showing Karen's novice lips where to kiss this girl.
Equally enchanted and tormented, she had no clue what to do next. This woman had caused her more emotions in a few short weeks than anyone ever had. In a true moment of weakness, she resorted to the one thing she always had, she prayed, not for forgiveness but for guidance through this, wherever it led.
She closed her eyes and placed her hands together, silently begging for strength. After she was done, she wiped the tears from her face. She opened her eyes and looked up to see that Franky was awake and looking directing at her and her heart raced. The small amount of light in the room had moved away from the pillow now. She could just see Franky's eyes shining in the darkness.
"What's wrong" asked Franky, how long had she been awake? Karen wondered.
As she was sitting by her bed watching her sleep, Karen did not feel she could even try to pretend. She couldn't put it into words anyway, so she did not try. She put her head in her hands and wept.
"Hey hey ssh darlin" said Franky.
She had called her this many times before but usually in a leering or lascivious way. This time her voice was tender and seemed sincere. Karen looked up and met her eyes again.
"Franky, I'm so confused, I'm sorry about before and everything that happened but the other day in my room, the things you did to me…"
"I'm sorry Karen, I went too far again. It's my stupid pride. I just wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. I didn't mean it". Franky look genuinely ashamed.
"That's not what I mean, I want you, I want you so much I can't do anything or think about anything else. I feel like I might die if I can't be with you".
They carried on looking into each other's eyes, neither one wanting to be the first to break the connection. Eventually It was Karen who looked away. Not out of shame but to make the next move. It was now or never. Her was heart beating loud enough to deafen her. Maybe it was just the blood pounding in her ears, Surely Franky could hear it too. She peeled back the bedclothes and climbed in beside Franky, the old metal bed creaking under their shared weight.
Franky's eyes widened in disbelief to see Karen in her bed. As close as the last time but so different. No malice or subterfuge this time. Just pure yearning and anticipation. Now it was her that was nervous, she was used to taking the lead but Karen, slight as she was, had the tough biker in the palm of her hand.
They lay side by side facing each other and Karen traced a finger over the freckles on Franky's cheek and edged closer to kiss her waiting mouth. Her lips were soft and dry at first but as the kiss deepened, the pressure increased and Karen heard her moan inwardly. Their urgency grew, and the chaste kiss became wet and frantic as their tongues explored each other's mouths.
Franky's impatient hands swept over Karen's body, wanting all of her at once. Pinching her nipples and kneading her breasts before sliding down to her belly but Karen stopped her before she reached her already inflamed sex.
"No, I just want to touch you, I don't know what I'm doing but you said when I met you that you would teach me".
Franky remembered this remark. It had actually been more of a threat than a promise at the time.
"Whatever you do will be right" said Franky, wishing she had better words. "Just touch me like you would touch yourself".
With this encouragement Karen sat up and straddled Franky. She wanted to know every part of her body but right then it was her eyes she yearned for most of all, as they held her innermost secrets. Karen found herself spiralling each time she looked into these amber pools, drowning in them and not caring for a second if she was lost forever.
Her attention moved from Franky's face to her beautiful neck which had been the only part she'd seen exposed before. Thoughts of running her tongue along it had been driving her mad. She pushed Franky's face to the side and acted out her urges. As her hot wet tongue traced the contours of her jaw, Franky could barely speak. Her back arched as Karen covered her neck with kisses, nibbling, biting and sucking her naughtily and teasing her to the point of distraction.
Franky sat up, so they were face to face. Her neck was flushed and her pupils dilated as she panted wantonly. Karen took the lead again and pulled Franky's vest over her head. Karen could smell the prison soap mingling with Franky's own scent as she took her full breasts in her hands. Their mouths collided again, and she eased Franky back and continued her onslaught. Her fingers skimmed and teased the nipples until they stood erect and then with her perfect teeth and greedy mouth, she coaxed them until Franky cried out.
Karen's shyness dissipated further, and her slender fingers grasped the elastic waistband of Franky's shorts. sliding them down her legs and over her feet. Franky was totally stripped and exposed before her. Aroused, excited and lovely. Karen then lifted her nightie over her own head revealing her small high breasts and pretty pink nipples. Franky was laying back, hands behind her head, submissive to the now dominant and very dirty Karen. Fuck, she was desperate to touch her, to eat her and fuck her but she was enjoying this new experience too.
Karen was shy around putting her tongue 'down there' but the breathy sighs and expletives coming from Franky melted her self-doubt. She worked on instinct alone, delving into the damp curls and finding her new lover's sweet spot with the tip of her tongue, lapping, licking and drinking in all she could get of Franky's musk. She took her cues from her lover and her own base desires, and it appeared she was a natural. Franky purred. her toes curled, her body tensed, on the brink of crisis. But Karen stopped before Franky erupted completely.
For a heartbeat, Franky gasped, scared of what this could mean. Could she be playing her at her own game? No games this time said Karen. She came back to up join with Franky's open mouth and to rake her fingers through her hair. Her playfulness was becoming more frenzied and vigorous, who was this woman? Franky tasted her own longing on Karen's mouth. Naughty girl, she thought, she fuckin loves this.
Franky's face was pressed into her pillow as she was pushed on to her stomach, Again, that neck, fuck did Franky's realise what she did to her? She stroked down Franky's back with her fingernails and stopped at the cleft of her arse. With little hesitation she glided three of her beautiful fingers into Franky's thrumming cunt. She was so slippery that Karen could barely feel her but Franky's groan, and cries into the pillow told her again that she could do no wrong. She made her way back up to Franky's studded left ear and whispered to her as she sucked the lobe, licking it and teasing it.
"Are you gonna come for me Franky?
Franky nodded, a mere shadow of her usual burly self, she was drowning, drunk with the hypnotic rhythm of their hearts beating in unison and the heady scent of their combined arousal.
Their bodies and mouths clamped together for the final crescendo. Instinctively they tormented each other's clits, totally in sync now. With no way back, their free hands reached for each other. They held hands as they took the final dive over the edge into ecstasy. Delicious pain obliterated over them in waves, and then ebbed away leaving them exhausted and trembling, clinging to each other.
They lay there, silent but needing no words. Still connected and reeling from the memories of each other bodies. The aftershocks of their shared climaxes just under the surface, making them giggle at the slightest teasing touch.
Franky was not finished, it was her turn to be in charge, and she had to have another taste of this beautiful thing. She gave her a cheeky wink and wrapping Karen's long legs around her neck, she was soon home, with a face full of cunt. She licked her slowly from her arse to her clit. The taste of Karen's orgasm was like nothing Franky had ever tasted. She opened Karen with her thumbs and probed her luscious pussy. Her sublime nectar smearing Franky's face as her body melted and she came in her expert mouth. Pushing a rough finger into her, Franky felt her contract as a wave of pleasure seized her body a second time. Karen's every nerve ending tingling like a thousand tiny white-hot kisses raining down on her whole body.
Satisfied now, Franky propped herself up on her elbow, her fingers rubbing her nose in a nervous mannerism left over from childhood. She raked through her hair and looking down on Karen protectively. She traced patterns on Karen's belly with her rough fingers, a heart, a K, an F. She reached over for a cigarette which she lit and passed to Karen. As they smoked, they lay together in the small cot caressing each other and talking in whispers.
"We're gonna have ta keep this quiet love, if fuckin Vera finds out about us, she'll separate us and take great pleasure in it".
Sweat clung to their bodies and cooled them as the night grew into morning and they became aware again of prison life and it's routine, carrying on as normal for another day. For them it would never be the same again.