A/N

So... you guys like a bit of smut... big surprise ha ha. Reading about our Ems and Naoms doing the horizontal rhumba is just as stimulating for me, I promise. But with the right partner huh? Like each other? It should happen, it ought to happen, but I haven't really made my mind up yet. Sexual favours may persuade me, just saying like! Applications via PM ;)

Anyway patience is a virtue, which is f'kin hilarious coming from me. I have none at all when it comes to getting to the nitty gritty, personally. (Oh shit, your secrets out, Nance) So, I have no desire to make 'em wait unnecessarily, but I feel I owe it to you guys, especially my loyal and infallibly perceptive reviewers. Unfulfilled lust is so shiver inducing, don't you think?

To those of you who read and don't review, I can only say, come on in, the waters lovely!

On we go...

Naomi

Do you remember when you were a kid and you discovered something which was your all time, never to be replaced, favourite? Like Ben & Jerry's Phishfood, or Pop Tarts? Like you craved it, and ate it for months until finally you couldn't stand it ever again. When you grow up a bit, its usually one type of alcohol. Like that time I went to Spain with two mates and got sunburned feet on the beach. Result = One bottle of neat Pernod drunk in 12 hours to ease the pain.

I've never touched it since. The smell makes me gag.

Well, welcome to sex hell...

Since that little balcony scene to show off my platinum tresses to Emily, and the added matinee of Ellie and me doing the 'Look at me, I'm attractive and can get a girl. Who needs you?' scene, I have decided that unlimited sex may not be all its cracked up to be. OK, the initial frantic shag in the corner shower straight after Emily fled for the exit was quite, err, volcanic. Ellie certainly knows how to do the three finger shuffle. I was up against the shower wall, knickers around my knees and bra up somewhere around my neck, while she gave the the benefit of her undoubted manual experience. I have a love bite on my right tit which will take a fucking month to fade. Several minutes of frantic pumping, and some pretty lurid gasping and "Oh fuck's" from me, and Prisoner Campbell N. was enjoying an entirely unexpected knee shaking orgasm up against the said white tiled wall.

OK, the return bout was also quite satisfying, even given the difference in our heights. I have several ridges on my knees from being on the shower floor whilst I attempted (OK, succeeded) in revisiting my early years knack of bringing a girl off in less than 2 minutes with the zillion miles an hour Campbell tongue flick. Cook would surely appreciate the fact that my tongue wasn't just used for cutting sarcasm. Ho ho.

But this is two days later. Emily hasn't been in or near the prison at all, and Ellie is busily trying to shag me to death. One good thing about closed prisons is the peace you get when the door clangs shut on you. In here, the screws lock the wing doors at night and fuck off to a block between the wings to drink tea and read porn, I guess. A desultory cctv shows the ground floor door and offices, but above that, nada.

Which all means we are pretty much left to our own devices. The doors at the end of each landing are also locked, but that just stops you travelling anywhere but on your own one. Nothing to stop midnight 'visits' And boy, do they go on!

Its like Piccadilly Circus on my landing after lights out at 10. If they ever make a porn film that actually has some reality in it, some of my fellow cons would be stars overnight.

Ellie came into my room at just after 11, and even though I was feeling a bit mellow after the shower shagathon, I was pretty easy to persuade. After all, one shag wasn't gonna make up for over 3 years of celibacy, was it?

So after some entirely unnecessary slow stripping on her part to 'get me in the mood', we eventually did the side by side 69 bit for a while (very pleasant – she's smooth as a baby down there and very fragrant and I found out her tongue is as talented as her fingers. Oh shit, shut up Campbell...), Then we slept for an hour, did it again, and just when I was finally drifting off into an exhausted sleep, the little bitch slipped down the bed and used her small tongue to give me yet another big shuddering 'O'. Fucks sake, I was on the verge of a medical coma after that .

Not that she stopped there. We had morning wake up sex, afternoon delight in the shower again and another night of non stop fucking to follow. I am walking round with eyes like a pandas at the moment. It would have been easier to enter the Bristol Marathon, without the energy drinks and space blankets.

I did try to slow her down. When I had to forcibly remove her hand from my underwear in the dinner queue, I thought something had to be said. I mean, please?

"Look Ellie" I said, a faintly desperate note to my voice "It's not that I don't love having your hands down there, but time and place huh? You're gonna fucking kill me, quite apart from giving an entirely unwarranted X rated floor show to the whole fucking wing"

She pouted, so I tried humour

"This is no time to bring a child into the world" I grinned weakly.

She did laugh, but twenty minutes later, when I was trying to concentrate on my OU English Lit coursework back in my room, she insisted on kneeling under the desk/table and, well, you get the picture. I knew I shouldn't have worn a short fucking skirt. The books laid unread, and I must have looked a sight, writhing and gasping on the chair, gripping the desk so tight it took minutes to get the circulation going afterwards Jesus. This cannot go on, I thought, when she scooted out from under the desk, lips still wet and grinned up at me like a cheeky kid who's just been caught scrumping apples.

I actually considered putting my chair under the door handle last night. Fuck me, I've spent 3 years wishing I had a door handle on the inside. Now I am barricading myself in a cell...

"OK, Ellie" I said through pursed lips "That was, lovely...Go back to your room and come back in 10, yeah?"

Her eyes lit up like beacons, and I swear I could hear her hormones racing.

"No" I said, "Not for that. Could we just talk for a bit, just for a change"

Her eyes narrowed and that pretty face wasn't so pretty in anger

"It's her, isn't it" she hissed and a stab of fear so pure, it was toxic, ran through my body like a million volt power jolt "Emily fucking Fitch. I saw the way you looked at her when we were on the landing that time"

I forced my face to remain impassive. One thing I can thank Styal for is the ability to give absolutely nothing away, when your insides are churning.

"Fuck off Ellie" I said flatly "Half the girls in here have a hard on for the Governor. I bet every second con has a middle finger called Emily Fitch after lights out" I pressed the point, still keeping my face blank of any of the emotions racing through my head

"She's cute. But so are you. The difference is, with her, its just window shopping. She doesn't get to sit on my face , does she?"

The deliberate brutality of that remark seemed to convince her. I don't know how, but as I let my breath out in a slow stream after I had been holding it for a couple of hours at least, her trademark grin was back.

"Yeah, well" she smirked "I've had my own fantasies about Emily Fitch"

Fucks sake, it took all my willpower not to smack her then and there. I felt a surge of totally unjustified jealousy at Ellies perving over 'my' Emily.

She left, but it certainly wasn't with any enthusiasm.

Soon enough the door opened and Ellies head popped round it, a wide grin signifying she had something else in mind apart from talking. As her body followed her head, I saw what her plan was. She was wearing a black, laced edged tight sleeveless top, Underneath it was fuck all, judging by the way her impressive tits jiggled attractively as she moved. Below she was wearing matching tight black leggings which hugged her like a second skin. Fucking hell, I thought, subtlety just went out of the window, if it ever had access in the first place. I was willing to bet there wasn't anything under those either. Jesus, it was like having an affair with the Duracell bunny. I would be dead in weeks if this kept up.

"Sit down Ellie" I said in an even voice, trying to keep my nervousness as absent as possible. "We need to talk, and I mean talk"

Her face got serious pretty quick and she made to sit next to me on the bed.

"No" I said, far too quickly,and that 'other' Ellie face appeared briefly before she masked it expertly. "Can you sit on the chair?" I smiled to soften the tone and she sat warily opposite me. As she crossed her legs, I ticked off the yes box in my brain. No knickers there, The leggings were practically sprayed on, and nothing much was left to uncover, that's for sure.

"Look hun" I said "Lets be honest with each other. We have had some amazing sex the last couple of days, and I am very fond of you" I could see her mentally preparing herself for the "It's not you, its me" speech, but that's not what I was going to do.

I carried on, whilst she was still calm enough to take in my words

"I don't know what you are expecting, but I have just come from a very unpleasant place, where every weakness is exploited, every kindness repaid with violence"

"Its gonna take me time to trust again, OK?"

She nodded quickly, obviously happy that I wasn't just dumping her.

"So, what I suggest is that we take it a bit slower" I said slowly (Yeah, right. What I really wanted was for her to get the fuck out, now that she had comprehensively scratched my itch)

"If we leave it tonight, I really have to get some of this weeks module done, otherwise they will fail me. OK?"

She mock scowled, but nodded her head reluctantly

"This doesn't mean you are blowing me off then" she said brightly, searching my eyes for the lie that definitely hid behind them

"No, of course not" I lied. My brain was screaming at me to tell her the truth. But that truth would have blown up not just in my face, but in Emily s too, and I wasn't about to do that to her.

She stood and faced me. The effect of the sudden movement causing a very attractive bounce of her chest and an eye level view for me of the place between her legs I had been visiting non stop for two days. My resolve nearly snapped, but I controlled myself with a deliberate prompt. "Emily" I thought, and it did the trick, I stood myself and gave Ellie a sisterly kiss on the cheek, which she almost turned into something else, but I managed to keep her head straight with my hands cupped on her cheeks.

"Its going to be OK" I lied again smoothly, and inwardly cursed myself for extreme cowardice under fire "I just need time to take this all in, right?"

Again the uncertain nod and that slightly hunted look in her eyes. I swear I could faintly smell boiling bunnies, but it could just have been the kitchen slops.

Once alone, I laid back on the bed with a deep sigh. What the fuck was I going to do about Ellie? And more importantly, what was I going to do about Emily Fitch. No answers came... I dozed off, my exhaustion getting the better of me finally.

When I woke, it was to the work bell, and I splashed my face with cold water in the bathroom to wake myself up properly. The weekend was here, and I was on duty in the library until 7 tonight. The other woman was on night off, so I went downstairs and collected the key from the screws office. I walked right to the end of the block and turned right. The library was a purpose built extension to the main building. Single story, with double doors leading to a 20 x 15 foot area lined with shelves. To the back was a desk and behind that the storage cupboard which housed all the magazines and books to be returned to the civvy library which gave us the majority of our stock. Although I had only been doing this a day or so, I was so familiar with libraries, having spent many a happy hour in my own local one after school. It was my refuge, the printed page, and I just loved the smell and texture of book, full stop.

This was my ideal job, and I had Emily Fitch to thank for it. Not only did I get the chance to browse to my hearts content when the other cons were at work, but I had a quiet and private space to do my thinking, now that Ellie had decided to fill my room with moans and sighs...

I realised it would be quiet this evening. Most cons were more interested in TV, which was housed in the room at the opposite end of the building, so once the initial flurry of bookworms left me on my own, I sat back on my padded chair and thought about what I was going to do about the two women in my life. Ellie was always going to be needy, and to be honest, once I had got the frantic shagging out of the way, we didn't have a great deal in common. Between marathon bouts of cunnilingus, her normal hairdresser mode came out. Not that she asked me where I was going on my holidays. That would just be stupid. But her conversations usually began with "She said" and ended with "So, I said". Which was somewhat limiting...

Emily Fitch, however was a whole new ball game. She was intelligent, smart and about as sexy a woman/girl as I had ever encountered, and believe me, there have been a few. It may be 9 years ago, but I still remembered that kiss. It had literally turned my head around. Life had never been the same afterwards. OK, I kinda knew I was gay all along, ever since my first crush at 13 on my art teacher, Miss Coombes (I smiled a sly inward smile when I remembered the fascination I had for her tits. Always the perv, eh Campbell?) But Emily Fitch, signed the certificate, embossed it with wax and sealed it away in my heart in a tube called 'Desire' I still have it there, although its a bit dusty now.

What was I gonna do about Emily, I daydreamed.

Well, I came up with no answers at all, because suddenly, the answer to the Ellie problem occurred to me in blinding neon lights. Of course. The reason Ellie is so keen is because she thinks there is no one else, no competition. I have never mentioned a girlfriend. But I could solve that one couldn't I?

There was this girl, on the outside, before I came in here. She was never a girlfriend in the conventional way. No moonlit walks or roses. A fucking good shag, but more of a friend with benefits. She had continued to write to me since I had been in here. The last letter only a couple of weeks ago. Of course, when I had been up in Cheshire, there was no way she would have visited. But now I'm back near Bristol?

Her last letter said she had broken up with her on off boyfriend, and cheekily asked me if I was up for a pity shag, just like old times. To be honest, our main similarities were a liking for spliff , JD and Coke and the occasional horizontal jiving. But she was funny, insightful and almost mystical in her ability to read another persons mind.

Of course. I could get her to visit, have a very public snog in the visitors room (the message would be out like wildfire, I knew that. Prisons live on gossip) then Ellie might back off enough for me to let her down gently. My inner mind slyly whispered that I might still get the occasional fuck, if I worked it right. Oh Campbell, I thought, the tangled webs we weave... In my mind I started writing the visiting order to Effy Stonem, I hoped would solve my problems.

Just as I rocked my chair back on all fours legs, looking up at the clock, which was approaching 6.45, the door opened. Oh fuck , I thought, I hope its not another con after the last Dannielle Steele...

It wasn't

A beautiful and very familiar face appeared round the door..

Emily Fitch. "I'm cooked", I thought, while sanity still owned me. She looked sensational.

"Can I have a word Naomi?" she said in a dark brown voice

Suddenly all my certainties went out of the barred window.

"Yeah" I breathed, unable to trust my voice for any more words

She stepped inside.. and locked the door behind her. My heart was beating so loud, I thought the walls of my chest would break. What the actual fuck?

A/N

And that's where we leave our heroines, just for now. I have callouses on my fingers (not in a nice way) so I'm gonna stop and let you mull over that chapter (If you want to review I will roll over like a puppy and whimper very attractively, I promise ;)

"See you next time", as Naomi would say!