Love in Disguise

I was left alone to eat my barely edible lunch while Kya went on her break. “Not much of a break,” she said before leaving the room. “After all, all I’ve done is sit and chat with you, and that’s a rather relaxing break in itself.” I laughed. “But,” she continued, “I can at least make some phone calls and raid the vending machine.” Later on, as I was sprawled out on my bed writing, I caught Kya with a very thoughtful expression on her face as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand, her elbow propped on the side of her chair. She seemed to be pondering a rather serious issue. Her eyes looked downward and didn’t seem focused on anything in particular. “Kya?” “Yeah?” “You okay?” “I’m fine, but you’ve got to remember to call me Jackson. If you break the habit when we’re alone, you’ll be just as likely to break it around others.” “Sorry about that. I just thought you looked a little down, like you might have something pretty heavy on your mind.” “I might,” she said with a loud sigh. “Want to talk?” “Well, it’s not that it’s necessarily anything bad. At least I don’t think it is. It’s just that I’m dealing with some rather intense feelings I’ve never felt before in my life, pertaining to anyone or anything.” I was confused. “What do you mean?” “The first thing they teach you at the academy is not to get emotionally involved,” she said, keeping her gaze away from mine. My heartbeat sped up. “And that’s exactly what I’ve done throughout the years I’ve been a cop and a DO.” “Yeah?” I said, my heartbeat accelerating even more as I braced myself for the blow that was possibly to come. I was so afraid of being let down. How crushed I’d be if she were to inform me that our relationship had to remain on a professional basis no matter what! I tried to get a handle on how I’d react to this news. Would I scream and shout? Would I break down in tears? Would I put on a brave face and pretend I wasn’t hurt? “And then I met you, and suddenly everything that was so easy wasn’t so easy anymore,” she finished as she turned to face me. I smiled slightly, keeping my eyes on her, unsure of what to say. “I don’t know what your feelings are for me, but I know that with what little I know about you, I’m already falling for you rather quickly. Not to mention the fact that I’m highly attracted to you. You’re petite, you have a nice figure, nice eyes and hair. What’s not to be attracted to?” I beamed with joy. “Oh, I assure you I’m so flattered! The minute I saw you when Jones was bringing me down the hallway, I was so, so attracted to you. Then as I got to know you a little, I found myself pleased with the person you are. At least, you sure seem to be a wonderful person so far.” She cracked a wide smile. I continued. “You’re smart, caring, and sensitive, yet strong.” “I try,” she said with a chuckle, now leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “I try.” “And you’re tall, dark, and gorgeous in every sense of the word.” She chuckled some more, on the verge of blushing. “Your body’s tomboyish and strong, but you’re not butchy.” “Yeah, it’s often been said that I traded in my curves for muscles,” she said with a laugh. “You’ve got just the right balance. Your height, your strength, and most of all, your beautiful face totally turn me on.” A knock on the door made us both turn and quickly glance at it. “I hope it’s not a new inmate,” I said in a hushed tone as Kya rose and headed to the door. “Yeah?” “Got mail for Miss Collins.” “Oh, okay,” Kya said, opening the door and taking the envelope that was handed to her. She glanced down at it before handing it to me. I read it while she and the hallway officer made a few minutes of small talk. It was a letter from Mary, and in it, she enclosed a letter from Andy which he had mailed to her in response to the one I mailed to her to mail to him. Kya shut the door and strode over to where I sat at the table. “Good news, I hope.” “It’s a letter from Mary, along with one from Andy. We piggybacked letters to each other through her since inmates aren’t allowed to write to each other.” “Oh,” Kya said as she settled back in the chair, arms relaxed on the armrests, one leg crossed over the other. “How’s he doing?” “He’s surviving, from what he tells me.” “That should ease your mind.” “Yeah, it helps,” I agreed. I put the letter back into its envelope and placed it on the table. Our eyes locked. We stood frozen, staring intently into one another’s eyes, hot with lust. “You know what really stinks?” I said. “What’s that?” “Being locked up in this room together and not able to touch one another.” “Well,” she said, glancing behind her toward the door, “actually, we can with proper timing, so long as you can be discreet about it.” “Of course I can.” “I’m serious, Sativa, not a word to anyone in here, got it?” “Yes, Officer Jackson, I got it.” She smiled. “Good, because to tell you the truth,” she said, “I couldn’t possibly wait till we’re out of here.” “I don’t think I could either,” I said as we both laughed. “I can’t believe I’m going to do what I’m going to do,” she said, glancing at the door. “She’ll do a walk any minute now.” She turned back to face me. “Meanwhile, you do understand we have to keep our clothes on, right?” I nodded. “But shouldn’t I at least get a couple of things out of the way?” Kya looked at me, confused. “You know, the undies and the bra?” “Oh,” she said with a chuckle. “Yes, you can get those out of the way if you want.” I stood up and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I trembled with anticipation as I removed my shirt and pants and then my bra and panties, which I threw behind the bathroom door. I was both nervous and excited. I didn’t want to make the wrong move by saying or doing anything that might turn her off, yet the burning desire I felt just had to be sated. As it was, I could already feel my clit throbbing with red-hot need. My pussy was warm and moist. Calm down, I told myself, or you’ll cum in your pants just from wanting before anything gets a chance to happen. Pulling my pants back on and then my shirt over my pink taut, hard nipples, I left the bathroom and returned to where she sat at the table. “Done her rounds yet?” “Nope. Got the obstacles clear?” “Some of them,” I said with a giggle. She too, giggled, then took on a serious expression. “I just want you to know, Sativa, that I don’t like to take a lady I can’t have. If you don’t think you’ll want to continue on with this on the outside, then we can’t do this.” “I most definitely do want to finish where we leave off on the outs. I had the same worries, you know, that you’d desert me once I was released.” “Not a chance, girl, not a chance, for if I get between your legs, that’s it. You’re mine.” “I’d love to be yours. I’m so in awe of you,” I told her. “How sweet,” she said with affection evident in her dark eyes. Just then, we heard the hallway DO’s walkie-talkie squawking and the jingling of the keys that hung from her belt. My heart began to pound. We saw her pass by with barely a glance into our room. Kya stood up. “Ok, get over here, you!” she said as she advanced towards me. I giggled, arms outstretched to receive her warm embrace. She gripped me firmly yet gently. It felt wonderful to be in her arms and she felt good in mine as I held her and ran my hands along the knit fabric of her shirt. She was warm and strong. I felt as safe as could be, though I knew she could easily break me in half. Caught in the delicious aroma of her soft, sweet smell, I tossed my head back to peer up at her. About a head taller, she towered over me as she lowered her head so her lips could meet mine. Our eyes closed as we found each other’s lips. What began as a soft tender kiss became one of fierceness and hunger as our passion mounted. A little more pressure might’ve turned the experience into a painful one, but oh how sweet it was! She pulled back and cupped my face in her hands. Gazing down at me she said, “If I get too rough, just say so, ok?” I nodded, still unable to believe what was happening. How long I had dreamt of making love with a woman who attracted me as much as she did! What was more ironic was that I’d always had a thing for women cops, and here I was about to make love with a very fine-looking one indeed. One foreboding enough not to want to mess with, yet who I felt was as compassionate as could be deep down with those she cared for and trusted. Yes, this was really happening, I told myself. Believe it. It’s real! I ran the flat of my hands up and down her arms, feeling the warm firmness of her muscles. I could practically feel each individual muscle. I knew she had to be much heavier than she looked. She was rugged, she was tough, but so female as well. I ran my hands around her narrow waist, up and down the small of her back, and her butt, which was high and snug. I felt a dizzying sensation as the blood rushed between my legs. My swollen clit throbbed with a desire I’d never felt before in my life. She slipped her hands up under my shirt. My titties tingled with delight as her hands, which first roamed alongside my butt and back, found their way in front, cupping my breasts and kneading my red-hot, swollen nipples, which stood out firm and erect, begging for her caresses. But there was another part of my body that was much more desperate for attention. Kya seemed to sense this, taking the lead. With both of us breathing heavily, she lowered her hands and slipped them into the elastic waistband of my pants and eased them down to my knees with one swift motion. Then she dominatingly yet lovingly sat me down at the foot of my bed, well out of view from the hall. She crouched down, slipping my pants off completely, now with more frantic, shaky movements that bordered on clumsiness. She was panting so hard I was surprised she didn’t hyperventilate. She placed her hands on my knees and gently parted my thighs. “Oh, you're so beautiful!” she exclaimed. “Nice smooth creamy thighs and one very tasty looking pussy.” I giggled with delight. As she began licking my pussy, my body came alive with the most intense sensations I had ever felt. I was so hot with desire, and just minutes, if not seconds, from cumming. I moaned with pleasure as she cupped my butt and lapped away at me. I could sense she was trying to control herself so as not to be too rough with me. I knew she was just as needy and as turned on by the experience as I was. Her tongue flicked upon the length of my clit with gentle teasing jabs. Then she’d suck hungrily, savoring my taste and scent as one would savor a sweet treat they hadn’t had in a while. Weak with desire, my elbows buckled and I lay flat on my back. I lifted my legs and placed my feet upon her bony shoulders as the sexual tension grew. Higher and higher I went with each stroke of her wonderfully creative tongue as she applied just the right pressure in just the right places, never doing the same thing too long or not long enough. While continuing to lick me, she probed my opening with her fingers. My high degree of moisture allowed her to easily slip inside me. Initially, since I hadn’t had anything more than a tampon inside me for quite some time, I tightened up in pain. However, the pain soon became discomfort, which then became pleasure. She slid in and out of me, but only for a few minutes, seeming to know and understand that this wasn’t as important to me. I found clitoral stimulation much more satisfying. Suddenly, Kya began to shudder. “Oh, my God!” she said in a shaky and very surprised-sounding voice. “I’ve never felt like this before.” I knew she was as close as I was to cumming. I peered down at her. Her eyes were glazed with a desire I’d never before witnessed. Her face was flushed rosy red. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. For a split second, I wondered how she’d manage to quickly get herself together if there was a knock on the door, but I was in too much ecstasy to care. I needed to put my own fire out for once and for all. On the verge of climaxing, my body rocked gently in rhythm with her tongue as it swiped up and down my clit. Seconds later, I exploded, throwing my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out in the midst of pleasure. I came harder than I ever had before, my clit throbbing and pulsing, my flowing juices adding more moisture to that of her saliva. At that very instant she too, cried out a muffled, controlled sound of passion and release. We had practically cum together in our ecstasy. “My gosh!” she cried, trying desperately to catch her breath and slow her heartbeat down as she pulled herself up off her wobbly knees to sit on the bed beside me. “That’s a total first for me. I’ve never before cum by licking pussy alone.” “Hope no one comes to the door too soon,” I said, trying to catch my own breath. “Oh, please don’t say that!” We laughed heartily as we threw our arms around each other. “It was wonderful,” I told her. “I never experienced anything even remotely like it.” “Me neither,” she said, gazing lovingly into my eyes. “I mean that, too.” As the reality of our surroundings returned to us, Kya rose and sat at the table just in time for the DO’s next walk, while I headed for the bathroom to dry my pussy, wet with saliva and cum. How I wished Kya was on nights so we could snuggle up together all night long, provided no new inmates came to join us!