Don't Get Caught

After lights out Rocky slips from her bunk and pads barefoot down the corridor to Bella's room. She doesn't knock. The door opens at her touch and Bella is already waiting, pupils wide in the dark. They don't speak. Bella pushes Rocky against the wall, hands sliding under the thin nightshirt to cup warm skin. Their mouths meet hard. Tongues brush, then press deeper as Bella's fingers hook into the elastic of Rocky's shorts and tug them down. The fabric drops to her ankles. Rocky steps free and spreads her legs, guiding Bella's hand between them. Two fingers slide through slick folds and push inside without pause. Rocky's head tips back. A soft sound leaves her throat but she swallows it fast. Bella's teeth graze her neck while her thumb circles the swollen clit, steady and insistent. Rocky grips Bella's hips, drags the taller girl closer, and works open the buttons on Bella's pajama top. Bella's breasts spill free, nipples already tight. Rocky bends to suck one into her mouth, tongue flicking in quick, wet strokes. Bella's breath hitches. Her fingers curl harder inside Rocky, finding that ridged spot that makes Rocky's thighs shake. They move in silence, the only sound the quiet wet slide of skin and the occasional creak of old bedsprings when Bella eases Rocky onto the narrow mattress. Rocky spreads wide, knees bent, and Bella climbs over her. Bella's slick cunt brushes Rocky's thigh as she rocks her hips forward. Their bodies grind together, clits catching in rhythm. Rocky's fingers find Bella's ass and pull her down harder. Sweat beads along Bella's spine. Rocky licks a stripe up the center of it, tasting salt. They stay locked like that, trading fingers and tongues, until Bella suddenly pulls back. She flips Rocky onto her stomach, drags her hips up, and buries her face between Rocky's cheeks. Her tongue circles the tight ring before pressing inside. Rocky buries her moan in the pillow, knuckles white around the sheet. Bella works her open with spit and patience, one hand reaching underneath to rub slow circles over Rocky's clit. The bed frame creaks once. Both girls freeze. Footsteps pass in the hall. A guard's radio crackles, then fades. When the danger passes, Bella climbs up Rocky's body and presses two wet fingers between her lips. Rocky sucks them clean without hesitation. Then Bella lies back and spreads her own legs, holding her cunt open with two fingers. Rocky crawls between them and licks long, flat strokes from Bella's entrance to her clit. Bella's hand settles on the back of Rocky's head, holding her there. Rocky's tongue works in firm circles. Bella's thighs start to tremble. She comes in silence, mouth open, chest heaving, hips twitching against Rocky's face. Rocky drinks every pulse, then climbs up to kiss Bella deep so she can taste herself. Their hands stay busy, fingers buried inside each other again, chasing a second round while the night stretches on outside the thin walls.