Love in Disguise

Monday, April 14 After what was the longest and most miserable seventy-two hours of my life, my prayers were finally answered. Words couldn’t describe the joy that leaped into my heart when I spotted Kya from my bunk at around 7:30 in the evening. She seemed to be in a rather heated discussion with Bangert, the stoutly older officer on duty at that time, who I’d never have guessed to be a DO if I didn’t know better. She was more the kind you pictured in an office or maybe working with children. Although they didn’t appear to actually be arguing, it was clear to me that Bangert looked a bit intimidated. Not sure what to do, I waited and watched as I leaned on my elbows. Sure enough, Bangert began to make her way toward me with Kya’s eyes following her movements. “Roll up, kiddo. You’re going back to the luxury section of this wonderful jail.” I quickly gathered my stuff and headed over to where Kya stood gazing happily at me with a closed-lipped smile. “Well, hello there,” she said. “Having a good time here?” “Not in the least,” I assured her, shaking my head vigorously. “It’s a wee bit overcrowded for my tastes.” “Well, come on then. Let’s get you back to a more civilized setting.” Bangert unlocked the door, and I followed Kya back down the hallway in which we’d come, around the corner, then down the hallway where our room was. “You did it!” I exclaimed as soon as we were locked back inside the room. “You rescued me.” Kya chuckled merrily. “Yeah, I had to pull some strings, but it all worked out,” she said as I stepped into the main room and began putting my stuff back on the shelf and making up my bed, happy to see we were alone. “Good, I get to have you all to myself, too,” I said with joy. “That you do, little lady, that you do,” Kya said with a smile. “Let me just get this in its holder. I forgot to slip it in on the way in,” she said, referring to my information card. “Ok,” I said as she unlocked the door to slip it in. Once again, I found myself both curious and surprised about the things I’d heard about her. I guess it must have shown, too. “Are you alright?” she asked as she returned and took a seat in a chair. “Yes,” I said, tying the last sheet corner snugly over my mattress. I took a seat opposite her at the table and proceeded to tell her about how hectic and noisy the last few days had been. “I definitely wasn’t happy to learn you’d been sent over there, that’s for sure,” Kya told me before she caught the look of hesitation on my face. “What is it, babe?” “Well,” I said, unsure of how to proceed, “I heard some things about you that have me rather confused.” “You did?” she said, raising her eyebrows inquisitively. “And what would that be?” “A lot of inmates were saying you were a mean, bossy bitch to them.” “Oh. I see,” she said with a matter-of-fact tone. “And how did these inmates come to tell you that?” she asked suspiciously. “I asked around to see if you ever worked those dorms, then it came up.” She eyed me with an almost slightly amused look. “It just came up, huh?” “Sort of.” “But you know I don’t work the dorms.” Her gaze became even more suspicious. “Alright, alright. Jessica asked me what DO I was in with, and when I told her, she said you were horrible to her and even made like you were going to slug her for calling you an asshole. This piqued my curiosity, so I casually asked around. I’m sorry, Kya, but I was just so damn shocked after the way you always treated me so well. I’ve gotten nothing but kindness from you, so I was way surprised. I hope you can understand.” “I do,” she said with a tight smile. “Don’t sweat it.” I returned the smile, somewhat relieved. “By the way.” “Yeah?” I asked. “Would this happen to be Jessica Woodlin with the red hair?” “I never knew her last name, but she did have red hair.” Kya nodded. “Kya, why would they say such things about you?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess they perceive someone telling them what to do and what not to do as being a mean, bossy bitch.” Although I was still confused and feeling like I was missing something, I decided it wasn’t worth worrying about. Why should I? She and I got along just fine. Wordlessly, she got up and went to use the bathroom. When she returned, she glanced over to where I now sat on the edge of my bed, feeling a bit guilty. Wiggling my finger, I gestured her over to me. She came toward me and I took hold of her hand. Though she did seem somewhat hurt, she smiled down at me lovingly as I pulled her toward me. Now sitting beside me, I wrapped my arms around her and placed my lips upon hers for a sweet, slow, tender kiss. Gently pulling back, she gazed searchingly into my eyes. “Do you trust me?” I nodded. “Really trust me?” “Yes.” “Good. I’m glad to hear it. I mean, I know you haven’t known me for long, Sativa, but I assure you I’ll always take good care of you.” I nodded again. Then, hearing the approaching sound of the hall monitor’s walkie-talkie, she rose and took a seat at the table. “Later on we can snuggle up together when we turn the lights out,” she said in a hushed, conspiring tone. “Can’t wait!” I said with great anticipation. “Me neither. For the next couple hours, though, I’m going to get some work done,” she said, reaching for the satchel in which she carried her papers. “Ok. I’ll take this opportunity to do some reading and writing and wait for 11:00 to roll around, though it will be with great impatience.” She chuckled. I began a letter to Mary, describing my three-day nightmare in the dorm and what I had learned while I was there. As I scribbled away while sprawled out on my stomach, I stole a glance at Kya’s profile. Damn, she was good-looking! She was resting her chin in one hand while the other flipped through papers, which she skimmed through without much expression. By 10:00, I was growing sleepy. I hoped I wouldn’t become too tired as I wanted to have plenty of energy for whatever lay ahead later on. My only hope was that a new inmate wouldn’t be coming in to spoil things, but I’d certainly enjoy every moment I could with her in the meantime. I was ever so happy once 11:00 finally did arrive. I slid under the covers completely nude, keeping my gown within reach in case someone new did come in. She stepped out of view to turn the lights off, plunging the room into dark shadows. Her silhouette emerged and she began to remove her belt. “I wish you could be as naked as I am,” I said. “Me too, but I can be in just a couple more weeks.” She got into bed, leaving her blanket folded at the foot of it, and gathered me into her arms. We had closed the two-inch gap between our cots by sliding mine against hers, making it easy to cuddle together. We lay on our sides, holding each other gently. Then, after a bit of kissing, she began caressing my entire body before sliding her hands to my thighs and nudging them apart. I gladly spread my legs as I shifted onto my back. Her hand found my wetness, thrilling me with delight. “Goodness, we’re wet down here!” I giggled knowingly as I kicked off my blanket completely, pulled myself up, and straddled her body as she lay flat on her back. “Honey, I don’t think this is a good idea. You’re going to get wet spots on my clothes, and if I did have to jump up for some reason, well, that’d look a bit odd, wouldn’t it?” “Yes, I suppose it would,” I said, and we laughed as I slid back down onto my bed. “Also, the lower half of my cot is visible from the door, and the last thing we need is for the hall monitor to glance in here and see more than two pairs of legs on this bed.” She rolled onto her side and maneuvered me as if I were light as a feather so that my head was toward the foot of the bed. She then took hold of me behind the knees and gently dragged me closer to her. Not wasting any time, she began sucking my pussy hungrily. She licked and sucked till we came together before falling asleep in each other’s embrace.