prisoner - arne johnson

I - four

warning! this chapter contains smut ;)
(masturbation)
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amelia woke up the next morning and looked over to the telephone on her bedside table, she thought before picking it up and dialing the number that was written on the napkin she had under her pillow. she entered the number and put the phone on her ear, listening to it dial. after a few rings, a slow tired "hello?" came from the other end.
"hey, i realized i never told you my name," she said, "it's amelia.. from the cafe yesterday."
arne chuckled, "well hi amelia.. i didn't think you'd actually call." he replied.
"how did you even get that napkin in my bag? it was right next to me the entire time.. i would've saw." she said smiling.
"clearly you didn't see enough with your eyes glued to your books." arne replied.
amelia chuckled, then went silent not knowing if she wanted to ask this or not.
"do you want to hangout sometime..?" amelia asked, gripping the phone harder from nervousness.
"of course i would.." arne replied.
"there's a park a few minuets away from the cafe.. i'll see you there after your shift?" she asked.
"yeah sure, i'm happy we're seeing each other again.." arne smiled.
"yeah me t-" before she could finish she heard a knock at her door from her mom. "gotta go." she whispered before quickly hanging up.
her mother opened her door. "amelia who were you talking to?" she asked.
"um.. remember my old friend lily? i saw her yesterday at the cafe and we were just making plans later to go hang out at the park." she replied, nervous that she was lying to her mother. who knows how bad she'd punish amelia if she found out who she was really talking to.
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arne put his telephone down in confusion, but put it all aside and turned back around to lay down for a bit. he had the day off so he was just gonna sleep but since he now had plans with amelia he was just thinking about how it was gonna go.
he got up and decided to take a shower. he grabbed his towel and walked into his bathroom setting the towel down and warming up his shower. he undressed himself & stepped in the shower, sighing as he felt the warm water travel down his body. he closed his eyes and let his thoughts race and moved his hand down his stomach and close to his abdomen, his mind started to think of dirty thoughts as he placed his hand on his now hard cock.
he grunted softly and began stroking slowly, missing the pleasure since he couldn't do it often in prison. he picked up the pace a bit and stroked his cock faster, "fuck.." he groaned out, mouth dropping as he could feel himself getting closer. after a few more strokes he released, letting out a loud moan. he moved his hand away and sighed, cleaned himself up and finished his shower.
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another short chapter but i just wanted to get a little smut rolling in lol. i'm probably gonna update either later tonight or tomorrow <3