The Last Honest Look – Chapter 12

Tegan POV

I've been dreading this day for weeks now. We have to endure a half-day of 'therapy' every six weeks and today would be the first time Sara will be in the room together when I am forced to reveal my darkest shit. We are all sat around in a circle. Lizzie is there, as are four other prisoners, two I have never seen before, the other two I nod at in recognition. I am hoping I can get away without saying too much today and that our therapist will concentrate on the new prisoners. I can tell Sara is feeling anxious about this too. Her lisp has been more defined since she woke up this morning and although I find this adorable, it is one of her 'tells' of nerves.

It isn't that I don't want Sara to know everything about me eventually, I just want to be in control of how, where and when this information is disseminated. My wishes were not to be granted when the therapist asked those of us who were not new to the sessions to explain a little about what we had already discussed about our pasts. I knew that meant I would have to bring 'them' up. 'Them' being my parents, if you can call them that. As I looked in the direction of Sara she gave me a knowing look and dropped her gaze, sensing I needed for her not to be looking at me as I did this.

'My story is like most peoples in here. I had really shitty parents. I had a Mum who preferred her endless sting of boyfriends to taking care of me, and a father who left soon after I was born. My grandparents raised me and they were great, but I was always had problems. We have discussed in here that I had issues of abandonment which we have worked through together and sharing my story with others, and hearing yours have definitely helped.' Sara already knew this part of the story, so I was feeling ok at this point. It was the next part I had only skirted over and I wasn't proud of.

Sara POV

I had not been looking forward to therapy, but listening to Tegan talk about her childhood hadn't been as painful as I had expected. I had heard the story already but she didn't look finished. I looked up at her, knowing she needed my support and strength for what was coming next.

'After we have rehashed our childhood, what we usually do in this session is explain why we committed our crimes.' Tegan explained to the newbie's in the group. She started slowly, 'as I told you, I lived with my grandparents, I loved them but was a bit of a rebel. I guess I felt that as my parents had abandoned me I wasn't worth much so my actions didn't matter. The crimes started small, a chocolate bar here and there as a young teenager, then I began to steal alcohol from my local corner shop. I drank because it made me feel worth something. I don't have a more valid explanation than that. As I reached my late teens I started to get my shit together. I got a job at a local record store that my best friends dad owned, and started to save up for a small deposit for a flat. When my grandparents passed away I went into a bit of a spiral. I had inherited my grandparents' apartment and belongings but was depressed. I turned back to my old habits and got caught stealing vodka. As I had previous, and was on probation for the stupid shit I did when I was younger, the judge was harsh on me and I got a year in here. I am sorry for what I did and I'm glad I've managed to almost finish my schooling in here, but I can't wait to get out!'

Tegan smiled at the end of her story. I don't know what she expected to see in my eyes, but I still felt only love for her. My story wasn't much different. Wrong place; wrong time; unloved by my parents. I had told Tegan the whole story of my childhood, my wild child phase; my arrest; my court hearing. She already knew it all and I was pleased she had managed to reveal a bit more information about herself in the session. She did look relieved when she finished though. The session continued with Lizzie and the other 'non newbie's' sharing their tales of childhood woe and reasons for incarceration. Mine seemed very tame compared to some of there stories and thankfully I did not have to go into it in this first session.

When we were returned to our cell Tegan looked at me. 'I'm sorry for who I was in my past, but I promise to be the best version of myself for you.' I pulled her into a deep kiss. I took the risk of the guards seeing but closed our door anyway, an action usually not allowed before lights out. We needed some time alone. Not to talk, but to explain through our actions that whatever was discussed would not affect our burgeoning relationship.

Tegan POV

I knew Sara's opinion of me would not change because of my past, but still felt the need to passionately show why we had not only a present, but a future. I didn't think the guards would come in, they were usually having their own early dinner at this time and largely left the prisoners alone. To be honest, I needed Sara so much, I think if a guard did come in I would carry on regardless. As I lowered Sara onto her bunk and held my weight above her with my arms, I remembered the gift from Jeremy. There hadn't felt like a right moment to introduce it into our sex life so far but something about this moment felt right. Sara and I had discussed our likes and dislikes in the sack at length so I knew she would be up for it. I reached under her mattress, where I had hidden the strap-on and removed it from the envelope.

As I suspected, Sara's eyes lit up as I revealed the bright blue fake cock and harness. She smiled at me pulled me closer. I wanted to be inside Sara, I wanted to give her a wild ride whilst she begged for more. All of the sharing today had released a wild abandon within me and I didn't think I would ever be able to satiate those desires. I tore off her tank top, trousers and underwear as quickly as I could as she tried to help me remove mine. I recklessly tore off my clothes, not needing her help and attached my mouth to her nipple. This was going to be the exact opposite of our first time. That night I wanted everything to be slow and deliberate, right now I wanted to feel her come as quickly as possible.

Maybe it was a pride thing, maybe it was because we could not have as much sex as we wanted, or apparently needed in here, but I wanted to get her there now. Before I got carried away with my thoughts, I leant back to attach the harness as I did not want to stop once I got started properly. Once it was in place I bit Sara's nipple as my finger vigorously circled her clit, collecting the wetness. She threw her head back and I attacked her neck with my tongue, thrusting two fingers inside of her to make sure she was ready for me. My fingers slid in with ease and I used her wetness to lubricate the cock. Not wanting to waste another second, I plunged into her with all of my body weight. Filling her to the brim immediately. The noises she was making were animalistic and the look in her eyes was one of pure lust and pleasure.

I could feel the orgasm building in me, but I wanted to make sure Sara was fully satisfied. I lifted her legs to my shoulders so I could get in even deeper. I was sure the guards were going to hear she was moaning so loudly but I didn't care. She was definitely getting close now as it was getting harder to slam into her. I looked at her and quickly turned her over, barely removing the cock from inside of her as I started to fuck her from behind. She raised her hips to give me a better angle and I would be lying if I told you it wasn't the best view I had ever seen. I reached my hand around her front so I could rub her clit as I moved quickly inside of her. I could see the cock entering and leaving her beautiful wet pink lips and they looked so swollen and juicy.

We had only been fucking for a few minutes when she came. I used the hand I wasn't using to rub her clip to cover her mouth and mask her screams and I continued. The sights, sound and the smell of her come was bringing me towards a mind-shattering orgasm and she hadn't even touched me. As she sagged onto the bed, the base of the strap on flicked the top of my clit and I came as hard as I ever have. I slumped against Sara's back, not having the energy to remove myself until me breathing calmed. When I started breathing more normally, I gently pulled out of her and she rolled over onto her front. 'I fucking love you so fucking much Tegan. You are fucking amazing. Don't ever fucking leave me.' I pulled her into my arms, letting her know, she was all mine and I was all hers and passed Sara her boxers and vest, gently helping her dress. We laid like that for hours, content, spent and happy. I seriously could not wait to get out of here when we could do whatever we wanted every minute, of every hour of every day without the fear of getting caught. Just that though was enough to have me grinning like an idiot as I fell into a deep sleep.