Heather makes a request.

"Janet, would you please, um- I would like you t-"

Janet cut her off with a finger over her lips and an impish grin. "I know what you want. I will gladly do it for you. I love you, Heather."

Heather stammered. "I- I- I mean, only if you want to. I know you're, uh, straight, and it doesn't seem like you would-" Her words cut off as Janet leaned in to kiss her neck gently. She let out a soft moan and collapsed into the other woman, suddenly aware of how much tension she had been carrying. "I just don't wanna take advantage..."

Janet shushed her and gently pushed her back onto the bunk. "Quiet now, you're not taking advantage. I want to make you happy." She slowly, tantalizingly unbuttoned her top and tossed it aside, her skin glistening and taut as she began to undo the buttons on Heather's top.

"Jesus Christ, you're beautiful." Heather breathed softly as her cellmate luxuriously undressed her. She had seen Janet undressed before, but it was always in the cold, distinctly unromantic context of showers and quick changes in the cell. Now that they were alone and Janet was taking her time, Heather realized how amazing her body really was. Even with the frumpy prison pants and bra on, she was a goddess.

Janet chuckled softly. "I know I am, and you are too. Now lie back and let me make you feel good."

Heather didn't need any more encouragement; as she lay down on the bed, she felt Janet's kisses moving down her chest towards her nipples and she arched her back slightly. Her breathing became ragged and she let out a soft whimper involuntarily.

Just then, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching the cell.