I am sitting in the cafeteria with Ethan. I thought that maybe things would be awkward after our sex, but it's actually been the complete opposite. Being around him makes me love him even more.
An officer comes up to me, "Inmate 3821, Ms. Y/N?"
"Yes?" I respond.
"Come with me."
Ethan and I exchange worried looks. But then he assures me that everything will be fine. I follow the guard down the hall and into a room labeled "Guidance Counseling". He asks me to take a seat and wait for further instruction. He leaves and now I'm alone. There is a chair on the other side of the table I'm sitting at. I wonder who is coming?
The next thing I know, the door opens. A man with brown hair and glasses walks in. "Hello inmate uh," he looks at my file, "3821. Is it pronounced Y/N?"
"Yes," I respond.
"Great! So my name is Grayson Bailey, but you can call me Mr. Bailey." He walks over and sits across from me. I take note of his perfectly pressed button-up and blue tie. He pulls out a yellow file and quickly skims over it. "So, I am your guidance councilor."
I look at him confused. "Why do I need a guidance counselor?"
"Well, since your sentence is quite a long time," I almost start tearing up at his words, "it can be very hard to coupe. I am here to guide you, listen to you, but most importantly: be your friend."
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"Yeah, he said that he wanted to be my friend. There is no way in hell that I will ever be friends with him. He's too, uh... what's the word, uh... fucking proper."
"Sounds like a douche," Ethan says. "Hey, just thought of something, want to go to the 'bathroom?'"
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"Oh, fuck E!" I scream. His grunts are muffled by my shoulder as he thrusts. My back is pressed against the bathroom stall and he is holding me up. This is a daily occurrence now. For some reason, after we got caught last time, the sexual tension has grown more and more between us. "Fuck. You're so tight," he says through gritted teeth. My hands tug on his hair and he holds me up. Our sex is rough and fast due to our time schedule, but that's okay-I like it. "E, I'm cum..." before I can finish my sentence the knot inside my abdomen is released. "Ahhhh!" Seconds after, he cums too with a loud, "Fuck!"
We both rest our heads on each other's shoulders and breath heavily. He eases his dick out of me and sets me down. We kiss passionately. "I love you Y/N."
"I love you too, Ethan."
