The First Few Days after Wentworth

Hot Girl in a hot car

She left, "fuck this place" Franky hoped that this was the last time she would ever see Wentworth. She was going to make it outside, she wasn't going to be that angry girl in the kitchen anymore. Bridget had helped her with that, Bridget helped her in so many ways, she wanted do better, be a better person, for Bridget. She would do anything for her, be anything for her.

But did Bridget want her? Was there a future outside Wentworth with Bridget? Yes, she was sure Bridget fancied her, but 'not here, not yet' still circled in her mind. Being on parole meant she had to follow rules otherwise she would end up back in that place, Franky was determined she wouldn't go back there.

Could and would Bridget risk everything for Franky? Bridget had already lost her job, Franky couldn't fuck her life up anymore, but she wanted her and she hoped that she would see Bridget again. On walking out of the gates, no one was there, she didn't expect anyone, not really, but she dreamed of walking out into Bridget arms, kissing her, holding her, touching her.

All this went through Franky's mind in just a couple of moments, she walked out and through the car park, where now, the bedsit? God that sounded depressing. Then she heard that sound, a car horn, she turned and saw her... her hot girl in a hot car, to drive her off into the sunset.

"Come here" Franky pulled her in and smashed her lips against Bridget's, the kiss was everything she hoped it would be, Bridget turned her pushing Franky against the car and kissed her again, more passionately. She pushed her body against her, Franky allowed Bridget's tongue to dance with hers, god this was an amazing kiss, just as she had fantasised about, she tasted better than she dreamt she had, felt better. She was a turn on for sure, god she couldn't wait to take her to bed.

Bridget kissed along her jaw, along to her ear nipping her earlobe and sliding her lips down her neck "back to mine?" Franky couldn't wait, they had to get out of this place, she opened the door for Bridget and almost ran to the passenger side. She literally jumped in the seat, Bridget laughed, Franky kissed her again passionately, her hand slightly grazing against Bridget's breast as her hand moved over her sensational body. Bridget started the car, pulled away leaving Wentworth in their rear view.

Franky put her hand on Bridget's leg, caressing her inner thigh, Bridget tried to focus on the road but the feelings flushing through her body and between her legs were taking over. "Franky" she scolded, "I can't help it Gidge, I want you" Bridget smiled at Franky who winked at her. Bridget loved it when Franky called her Gidge, she loved hearing it. The first time Franky called her 'Gidget' her heart skipped, no other client would have gotten away with it, but Franky was special.

From the very first time she saw her file, Bridget was attracted to her, all the innuendos and sexual tension between them, made it hard to resist her. She had a fantastic body, walking around in her tight vest, tight pants, little shorts when she exercised. Bridget loved seeing her, watching her, she always enjoyed watching Franky exercise, enjoyed Franky's boobs, god they were fantastic. God knows Bridget had tried to resist, not watch, but now she was out, she couldn't wait to touch her, kiss her, taste her. They were nearly home but Bridget moved her hand down her leg, away from her warmth, where she wanted her.

"Gidge" Franky said seductively, and moved her hand back up again. Bridget turned into the driveway and stopped the car. Franky turned and kissed her, slipping her tongue into her mouth. "Now you have me here, what are you going to do with me?" Franky asked seductively, Bridget deepened the kiss and said "everything I've been dreaming about". The brunette raised her eyebrows, "Gidget, you dirty minx, here I thought you were always the professional one" Bridget kissed her, blushing  said "the thoughts I had about you, if people knew".

They got out of the car and walked to the front door, the blonde got her keys out to open the door as Franky slipped her arms around her waist, kissing her neck. They walked in and Bridget turned pushing Franky against the closing front door. They kissed, Bridget welcoming her tongue into her mouth, savouring the kiss, Franky's hands in her hair, on her face, on her arse, up her back under her shirt. Bridget groaned at the feelings, holding her arms around Franky's neck, her fingers in the brunettes hair, she deepened the kiss.