Get to know Jenny's friend

"So, I'm Kera Howell," I said. "Nice to meet you."

"Denise Cox," she said. "What you in for?"

"Apparently so my dad can run off to Fiji with his slut girlfriend," I said. "And because I really like coke."

"Sweet," Denise said. "I steal shit. Not because I want it, but because I need to. There's something broke in my head according to my parents. They are 'fine, upstanding citizens' and can't have a klepto as a daughter."

She shifted her position and for a moment I could see her camel toe perfectly through her panties. Jenny finally flopped down on the bed next to her and I quickly saw that she wasn't wearing panties at all beneath her skirt.

I did my best not to get caught gawking.

"So, do you two have boyfriends?"

"We rarely ever see boya our own age and its not worth trying to have a relationship on the outside when you're in here," Jenny said. "If you're lucky you get to go home for summer break and Christmas break, like Denise here."

"I did manage to get laid on Christmas Eve," Denise said.

"I've been here for over two years," Jenny said. "My parents are afraid if they let me out, I'll just find another gangbang on my first night of freedom."

"You probably would," Denise said.

"I probably would," she replied. "I'm so **** for attention I'm thinking about looking for Creepy Carl."

"Don't say that shit!" Denise said with a laugh.

"For real, girl," Jenny said. "Brown is okay, but even he gets old. I need some new dick."

"What about the new English professor?"

"He's gay."

"Really?" Denise said. "Thats a shame because he's cute. I'd let him bareback me."

"Keep dreaming," Jenny said. "He's married to a big, muscular black dude. Has their wedding photo on his desk. Pretty sure the husband is the one doing the barebacking in that relationship."

"Damn. I could go for a big muscular black dude with a big black cock. I'd even let him put it in my ass."

"And you call me a slut!"

I was shocked. I'd never heard girls talk this way. All the women I knew acted like they were above the kind of locker room chats guy had. Hearing it was making my cock stir, which was uncomfortable as it was now encrusted in my own dried cum.

"I've got needs too," Denise said. "I've tried with Mr. Brown, but he's playing the Bill Clinton card. He says he is happily married and will not cheat on his wife. He says blowjobs aren't cheating."

They continued to discuss sex for several more minutes before finally deciding it was time for lunch.