As soon as the key slid into the cell door for evening lock-up and lights out, Bella got out of her bed on the bottom bunk and tapped the bed frame.
"You awake, Nikki?"
Nikki looked over the edge of her bed, and that beautiful smile graced her perfect features at the sight of her Bella, her innocent, nineteen-year-old girlfriend, wearing only an old red t-shirt over a pair of black-and-white spotty knickers.
"Course I am, Love. You coming up?"
Bella smiled and practically jumped up onto the top bunk, crouching in front of the ladder as Nikki lifted the duvet in front of her (showing her knickers and legs off in the process) to make room. Bella slid into the space and snuggled up. She'd come to love the feeling of Nikki's warm, feminine body pressing against her back, and the way she liked to stroke her hair and cheek tenderly with the back of her hand.
"Love you, Nikki."
She smiled and kissed Bella's shoulder.
"Love you too, baby girl."
Bella rolled over and kissed her girlfriend once, shyly, on the lips. Nikki smirked and pressed her lips to Bella's again, running her fingers through the brown hair that cascaded down to the small of her back, trying to coax her into accepting a deeper kiss.
It must have worked, because she relaxed into Nikki's body, letting the older woman use her own tongue to open Bella's lips and taste the inside of her mouth. Bella moaned into the kiss as Nikki's hands ventured lower, brushing the sides of her breasts before coming to rest on her hips. She shuddered, and Nikki gently nipped at her bottom lip before releasing her mouth, though her hands still held her in place.
"Wow," Bella breathed. Nikki smiled.
"Wow, what?"
"Not bad for a first kiss."