*~Jail~*
Kim lay on her lonely cot in her prison cell, staring at the ceiling. How many times had she lay here, staring at the same dark stain on the ceiling day after day, wishing for something better... wishing for something new? She hated it here in prison and the loneliness was getting to her. There was no one to talk to... and she missed getting out into the sunshine and taking in fresh air. There was so much she missed in the outside world... the world behind the bars... but she probably missed Stacy most of all. Stacy- her BFF, her bestie who had been with her through thick and thin. It was so unfair that Stacy had died and she was locked up behind bars; this dark, dank little jail cell for the rest of her life.
She had been given life without the possibility of parole. What kind of life did she have without Stacy? "Nothing matters... nothing really matters at all," Kim whispered sadly as the tears squeezed quietly from her eyes. She closed them quickly, only wanting to rest. Only numbing sleep could take away this pain. She was going to be here a long time to drown in her sorrows.
"Kimmie," she heard a voice say. A sweet voice... the voice of an angel. Stacy's voice.
Kim's eyes popped open. She looked around the prison cell and saw Stacy standing there in a long white gown. Stacy's blond hair was shimmering, just like the fabric of the beautiful, ivory gown she was wearing.
"Stacy! What are you doing here?" Kim shouted. "You're dead!"
"Shhh... I know I am dead," Stacy shushed her. "Be quiet, Kimmie. You'll wake the other prisoners."
Kim sat up on her cot, then swivelled her body to get a closer look at Stacy. Stacy didn't look dead... in fact she appeared to be glowing with heavenly beauty.
"Stacy, you're so beautiful. Are you an angel?" Kim asked.
"An angel? Me?" Stacy spoke. "Hardly. I just got sent here on a mission... to help you."
"Really? What do you need to help me with?" Kim questioned. "My life pretty much sucks right now. My shithead of a brother Cutter said I killed someone... to cover his own butt. I didn't do it, Stacy... and I am locked up in here for life. I guess I didn't have much of a life anyway, after losing you."
"Don't say that, Kimmie," Stacy said as she sat down on the cot next to her best friend and started stroking Kim's dark hair. "You're a wonderful person... and I love you."
"You love me?" Kim said in a gasp as tears filled up her brown eyes. "You never said that when you were alive."
"I know, Kimmie... and it's because I was a fool... always chasing after Rex... when I had everything I ever wanted and needed with you. I was stupid idiot... and I hope you will forgive me," Stacy said as she looked at Kim with pain in her eyes.
"I do forgive you, Stacy. I love you," Kim said as she stared into Stacy's clear, bright blue eyes.
"I hope I can give you hope again. I hope I can give you something to live for. I hate to see you cry, Kimmie," Stacy said sadly.
"I want you to stay with me, Stace. I don't want you to ever leave," Kim said as she wrapped her arms around Stacy.
"I can't stay forever... but I can stay for tonight. I can make sweet love to you... and in the morning, you will have a beautiful memory. It can make the rest of your life worthwhile..." Stacy promised. "I will give you tonight what I should have given you in life..."
"I want that..." Kim agreed. "I want you to make love to me."
Stacy smiled as she began to undo the buttons on Kim's prison top. Very slowly, she undid each one and pulled the material apart. "You're so beautiful, Kimmie. I want you to be mine."
"I am yours, Stacy. I have never really loved anyone but you. You just didn't notice, because you were so busy chasing after Rex. Why do you think I would have done anything for you?"
"That's true love... and I did not appreciate you enough," Stacy said as she tenderly ran her fingertips over Kim's perfect breasts. "Forgive me, Kimmie. Forgive me. I love you soooo much."
"I forgive you, Stacy," Kim stated as she pressed her lips to Stacy's. She didn't want to talk anymore; she just wanted to make love.
Kim unzipped the back of Stacy's dress as they were kissing. The passion between them exploded as they worked to take each other's clothes off. Soon the ivory dress lay in a heap on the floor of Kim's prison cell. "Ohhh my God, you're so beautiful, Stacy!" Kim said, molding Stacy's ample breasts in her hands.
"You're the beautiful one, Kimmie. I want to make love to you so much..."
"Please do," Kim urged as she lay back against the cot, totally naked.
Stacy spread hot, tender kisses all over Kim's sexy body. "Kimmie, I love you..." she said as her lips moved over each breast, teasing the nipples.
Kim caressed Stacy's silky blond hair. "I love you more..." she breathed, feeling Stacy's fiery kisses trailing lower.
Stacy parted Kim's thighs, placing kisses on the pink flesh which was moist and hot with Kim's desire. "Ohhh you taste so good," Stacy said as she dashed her tongue inside of Kim.
"Stacy! Stacy! Don't stop!" Kim begged. "That feels so good."
Stacy had no intention of stopping. She licked and tugged at Kim's clit until Kim had cum. "Ohhh God, yes... that feels so fuckin' good..." Kim moaned as Stacy drank at the fountain of Kim's desire.
After Kim's climax had ended, Stacy kissed her way up Kim's naked body. "I get to make love to you now," Kim said as she tugged Stacy into her arms.
"I would like that," Stacy said as pressed herself into Kim's embrace.
All night long, Stacy and Kim made love to each other... until finally, Kim had fallen asleep from exhaustion. When she awoke in the morning, she was alone... and Stacy was gone. Had it been a dream? Had Stacy really been here... and had she made sweet love to her?
"Stacy, where are you?" Kim lamented.
There on the pillow where Stacy had lain, Kim found a note. It said only *I'll try to come back to you.* When Kim read those words, she found hope again. In the depths of despair and in the darkness of prison, Kim had found a reason to live...