She was aware of noises outside her cell. The sounds of keys rattling, locks turning and gates sliding, then footsteps and whispers. She knew it was Bea Smith and a guard. You get to recognise things like that in here.  Bea’s footfall was distinctive, heavy and determined. Franky thought she was probably going to see that new girl, Warner. Maybe she was gonna finish her off. She’d already burned her hand in the press earlier. Aww who gave a shit? It was what her own hands were doing now that mattered.

She got out of the bed, unbuttoned her overalls and slipped them down over her legs. Stepping out of them she undid her shirt, took it off and threw it onto the floor. Dressed only in her boxer shorts, she slipped back under the thin blanket. The rough fabric was far from luxurious against her skin and grazed her nipples, not unpleasantly,  as she pulled the covers over herself.

She thought about the other new girl, Karen, holy fuck there was a lady. She was so beautiful and so different from everyone else there. She’d smelled so classy when Franky had gotten close to her earlier. Imagine having that in your bed. That’s exactly what she would do now. She’d give it a burl for real again when she got out. Karen had given her the brush off before but as Franky had said, she liked a challenge.

Little flutters of expectant pleasure ran through her as she lightly started to caress her breasts and neck with her fingertips imagining they were Karen’s fingers and tongue. She licked her lips and thought of Karens face. How it would look, up close when she kissed her for the first time. How her eyes would widen at her first touch and the delicious noises she would make when Franky ate her for the first time. They both had a lot to look forward to.

Her delicate strokes become harder as her arousal intensified. This wasn’t going to take long. Hopefully the real thing would be more drawn out, slower, something to savour. Her breathing quickened as she played with her tender nipples and squeezed her breasts.

She sucked on her middle finger, making it slick and ready but she needed have bothered. When her hand slid into her boxers and found its way to her sex she was already slippery wet and her clear juices were running out of her and making a little pool on the worn out sheets.  The back of her hand was wet from the shorts; they were so sodden. She slid them off and her skilled fingers went to work. Teasing herself at first by skimming just the lips and her thighs. Her other hand still working at her breast. Occasionally she allowed her finger the tiniest dip into her silken wet cunt but each time she did this, it got harder to stop. When she could no longer resist, she slid two fingers deep inside herself and then withdrew them and tasted her own longing. She fucking loved the taste of cunt. While the other woman whined about how much they missed sex, men and dick, she always considered herself lucky, She had pussy on tap here and there was always her own if things didn’t work out. Now she had the taste there was no going back, She fucked herself harder and faster, her palm slapping against her clit, She sighed and pushed her fingers deeper each time, causing a ripples pleasure to wash over her.