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Hermes hated trying to take a nap. The thoughts in her head never slowed down, running laps around her brain like they were chasing each other. But it was especially hard to rest at all now that she was horny.
What turned her on? She didn’t know. All she did was spend a bunch of time with Jolyne and F.F.. All three went to the library, watched some TV, hung out once they were allowed outside, and even went to work out together. Hermes was for sure the most muscular there, but Jolyne was getting there. F.F. was… far from there.
Jolyne. Hermes groaned, slapping a hand over her forehead and glaring at the ceiling like it offended her. Of course it was Jolyne. Maybe watching her workout, or Jolyne leaning on her while they watched TV, or… who knew? Hermes had no clue whatsoever.
She shifted in bed, thighs brushing together as she pressed the soles of her feet against her bedsheets. Hermes checked with Emporio and Jolyne, and nothing was going on in the prison. So she sat in her bed pantsless and jacketless. If they didn’t need her, why stay all dressed up? Now that she could feel herself getting turned on, she was regretting it.
“Kiss,” she whispered as her stand appeared in the cell, “check if anyone’s nearby. Especially my cellmate or any guards.”
Hermes sent Kiss out through the open cell door, breathing heavier than before. Her hand slid over her turtleneck towards her breast. Her fingers found her nipple, pinching and rolling it just enough to cause her to let out a soft gasp. She glanced up to see Kiss return and phase out of view. The coast was clear.
She shut her eyes, both hands sliding under her turtleneck. This was ridiculous. She knew that this was stupid of her to do, especially with her cell door open and being on the top bunk. But despite the risk, something about it really turned her on.
Imagining another prisoner passing by and looking over to see Hermes in her bed, fingers knuckle-deep into herself as she moaned. Nipples protruding through her thick shirt from pure arousal. Someone hearing her call for Jolyne… “Fuck.” Hermes opened her eyes and looked at the door. Nothing. No one. Not yet, anyways. Or not obviously.
Hermes’s eyes lowered to her underwear, breathing even heavier. She had on a simple purple pair, but she could see a slight wet spot. She bit her lip as she ran her fingers over it. A shiver traveled through her body. “Jolyne… God, what have you done to me…?”
She pushed her shirt up over her breasts. They fell into their natural place on her body, and Hermes groaned. This was so stupid. Regardless, she lifted a hand and rubbed one of her nipples in slow circles. She could already imagine Jolyne, green eyes locked with gray, a soft pink tongue peeking out between soft pink lips.
A moan escaped her lips at the thought. Hermes imagined Jolyne was in bed with her right now, tongue lapping at her breast like she needed it. In her fantasy, their eyes locked as Jolyne kissed down Hermes’s body. Looking up to Hermes for… God, she didn’t know. But what she wouldn’t give to just… have Jolyne in her bed.
With a grunt, Hermes pushed the fabric of her panties aside. She hadn’t shaved in a while, but being so wet, it barely mattered. Her teeth dug into her lip as her fingers slid into her slit. “Shit… oh, Jolyne…” she whispered, brows furrowing.
Jolyne had a nice body. Hell, Hermes dreamed of it last night. The first time they’d met, Hermes saw a lot more of Jolyne’s thighs than she’d expected. Her outfit always reveals her stomach. Her tits weren’t huge, but they would probably fit in Hermes’s hand like they were made for each other. Two puzzle pieces each missing a piece.
Two of her fingertips pressed inside, and she shivered. Hermes licked her lips as she started to pump them in and out. Her free hand, meanwhile, went right back up to her breast, pinching and pulling and even twisting it between her fingers.
A moan escaped her lips as her fingers picked up the pace. Hermes found her mind continuing to wander. Now she was imagining Jolyne’s pussy on her tongue. Listening to her moan and whine and plead for Hermes to go faster, to make her come. She could already imagine grabbing both of the younger woman’s firm ass cheeks, burying herself deeper.
“Oh, Hermes, yes…!” Jolyne would cry out in bliss. Hermes would look up and watch Jolyne’s head throw itself back once her lips wrapped around her clit. She’d suck and listen to other prisoners come and watch. Hermes knew she was good with her mouth.
Her fingers slid out of herself as she sat up, rubbing her own clit. Hermes groaned. “Fuck… bet she’d love that…” she smirked as she spread her legs further and removed her hand from her breast. Her eyes darted towards the open cell door. Still no one there. A little disappointment shot through her.
God, what if Jolyne caught her? Or what if Jolyne was using one of Stone Free’s strings to listen to Hermes? Hermes spat into her hand before shoving three fingers into her throbbing pussy. The thought of Jolyne in her cell, hand shoved into her own panties while thinking of Hermes eating her out…? It would be a dream come true.
“Shit…” Hermes threw her head back against the wall, hoisting her legs up as she started scissoring two of her fingers. Maybe Jolyne was more sensitive. Just one brush of her finger against her mound and she’d elicit the most delicious moan she’d ever heard from any damn prisoner.
She let out a laugh as Hermes leaned into the fantasy. Let a crowd gather. Maybe one of them would go grab Jolyne. “I’d make… fuck, I’d do whatever I could to make her squirt all over my fuckin’ bed…” Hermes grumbled, fingers coming out to rub her clit again. Not too fast, not too slow.
Hermes would bite her shoulder, leaving teeth indents right around the star birthmark. She’d pound her fingers into her before pulling out and locking their legs. Then, while Jolyne would be whimpering from how good Hermes was making her feel, she’d start moving. She’d get to hear moans, her name, and the sweet sound of their pussies rubbing together and mixing their arousal.
“J- Jo…lyne…” Hermes grunted.
Then, from outside, the noise of a shoe sliding on the ground.
Hermes froze in place. Despite her heart rate picking up, her fingers slid inside of herself. Fuck, why did the concept of someone watching her turn her on? She licked her lips as she kept her eyes on the cell. “Shit… it feels so good…”
She could hear some movement. Ruffling. There was a guard somewhere nearby, but she didn’t think they were watching. Hermes could just barely see a few prisoners on a lower floor pointing up towards her cell, but she couldn’t tell if it was aimed at her or someone else.
Her fingers slid out as she grabbed her pillow. Hermes whispered out a weak apology before sitting up on her shaky knees in her bed. She fluffed the pillow and set it down underneath her before straddling it. After pushing her panties aside again, Hermes lowered and started to rock on it.
“Ohhh fuck yeah…” Hermes moaned, eyes shutting. The pillow wasn’t exactly the fluffiest, but that was good. It rubbed against her pussy and—by extension—her clit just right. Just enough to feel like how Jolyne probably felt. “Just like that, Jolyne…”
Her nails dug into the pillow. Hell, if it was available, Hermes would fuck Jolyne with a strap-on. A green one specifically. To compliment parted green lips gasping and moaning as she rode Hermes with all the energy she had in her body. To compliment chartreuse bangs holding onto fair skin as sweat dripped down Jolyne’s forehead from pure exhaustion.
Another skidding sound on the ground. Hermes leaned forward, one eye opening just a sliver to see what was going on outside of her cell. And the minute she saw it, she could’ve sworn she was going to orgasm early.
Jolyne.
She had one boot right against the wall next to the open door, her eyes peering inside to watch Hermes. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, Stone Free’s loose, string-like hand was currently working between her legs. Hermes also noticed a slight shivering, like she was trying really hard to not break.
Hermes opened her eyes fully and saw Jolyne dart just out of view. She snickered under her breath before moaning out loudly. “Fuck… you like that, Jolyne?” Her eyes were on the pillow, but her words were directed to the prisoner outside of her room. Her hips picked up the pace.
“Ah, fuck this shit.” She shoved the pillow away, fingers darting between her legs. Hermes moved quickly and with desperation, using both hands: one to rub her clit, the other to roughly finger herself. She groaned and threw her head back.
Although blissed out, Hermes managed to summon Kiss. The stand left the cell and grabbed onto Stone Free, causing Jolyne to let out a yelp. She moved into the doorway blatantly now, eyes wide as she watched Hermes get closer and closer to finishing herself off.
Jolyne’s face was bright red as Hermes grinned down at her. “You… shiiit… down for a quickie after… this…?” she purred, positioning herself so Jolyne would see all of her as her fingers moved.
“I—uh…” Jolyne stuttered, at a loss of words for once.
Hermes bit her lip. Before the stunned woman could utter anything else, shudders ripped through Hermes’s body as she came. Her legs trembled hard as she shivered, hips rocking forward and backward and fingers still working.
Slowly, her hands went still. Hermes sank back against the bed—and partially her wall—before glancing at a stunned and aroused Jolyne. Hermes smirked.
“If you get up here quick enough, darling, I’ll eat you out.”
Jolyne didn’t need to be told twice.