Sarah and Darnell get some alone time

As I stumble out into the hallway with red cheeks and a redder face, I can't help thinking about how different things must be in prison. Darnell doesn't seem to care about personal space, but maybe he's just having trouble getting used to having privacy again. It made sense to me; prison is communal and prisoners aren't given much alone time. It was probably scary for Darnell to be free again, I think, so it was best to just give him some time.

Lost in thought, I nearly stumble into Sarah, yawning and fresh out of bed as she wanders into the hallway in an oversized t-shirt and short shorts.

"Mmm, hey babe..." she says with a sleepy smile, leaning up onto her tiptoes to receive a kiss from me. I lean down and kiss her back, a sweet little peck on the lips that sends a fresh flood of dopamine to my lovestruck brain.

She pulls away after just a moment, and bounces back down onto her feet. Still comfy in her oversized Steven Universe t-shirt (a gift from her friend Wiley), it looks like Sarah didn't put on her bra after her nap. I try my best to avoid staring at her oversized chest, but her nipples are hard enough to keep me looking.

"Eyes up here, babe..." she says teasingly, forcing me to pay attention again.

"Have you checked on Darnell yet? I'm worried he'll have trouble settling in..." She looks a little concerned, but her worries seem to fade when I chuckle.

"Yeah, I've seen him. He walked in on me in the bathroom..." I don't explain the entire interaction we had, not wanting to embarrass Darnell to his friend.

"Oh, I bet he feels terrible about it!" She only looks worried for a moment, though, before she also smiles. "I'm gonna tease him so much for this. Can I ask you a favor?"

"Anything," I reply.

"Do you mind making dinner yourself tonight? I really want to catch up with Darnell. Please, babe?"

I totally understand, and I immediately nod yes to her question. "Of course I don't mind. You guys just hang out and I'll take care of everything tonight."

She bounces again with giddy excitement, making it difficult to maintain eye contact. "Thank you so much, babe!" She wraps her arms around me, squeezing me so tightly I can feel her plump breasts squashed against my skinny chest.

My cock springs to life inside my pajama bottoms, and Sarah notices when she whispers to me, "Don't worry, babe, I promise we'll have our special night soon." I feel her hand suddenly squeeze my manhood tightly, and I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure that reveals how close I am to cumming in my pants.

"Mmmm... let's save that for later, babe..." She lets go of my cock, but takes a second to watch it throb uselessly in my pants. She's literally torturing me, and she has no idea.

"I'm gonna go check on Darnell. Love you!" She gives me a peck on the lips before she bounces down the hallway towards the bathroom, her big bubble butt nicely filling out the little black shorts she's wearing. I turn to walk to the kitchen, thinking about tonight's dinner, and barely even notice the sound of Sarah gasping loudly in shock... or her follow-up question to Darnell:

"Oh my God! Is that real...?"

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I'm about 15 minutes into cooking dinner when I first hear the sound of rap music coming from the living room. The sounds of old school rap echo off of my walls, heavy bass underscoring flowing black vocals and a funky sampled beat. I couldn't make out most of the lyrics, but it sounded pretty raunchy. Sarah and I didn't really like that sort of music, but she was probably trying to let him feel at home.

Dinner is fairly simple: Lemon pepper tilapia with green beans and mashed potatoes. I even open the cheap box of pink Zinfandel wine my dad gave us as a housewarming gift. After 45 minutes, I'm completely finished preparing our meal, so I take the liberty of plating everyone's food and bring it to the living room.

But I nearly drop our meal when I walk in and see what's happening. To the sounds of explicit rap music, I look at the couch to see Darnell standing with his back to me. He's shirtless, revealing his powerful upper body, rippling with muscles and darkened from years of pumping iron in the prison yard. The bald, bearded powerhouse is looking down at something on the couch, and in front of him I can just barely see it's Sarah; with her hands on his thighs, and her face... looking up at him.

I'm horrified. I want to vomit. Less than a day, and this black stranger is already making moves on my Sarah. This looked really bad, but I don't want to make a scene in front of Darnell and embarrass her... or myself.

Suddenly feeling less like a boyfriend and more like an intruder, I walk in quietly with dinner and clear my throat to get everyone's attention.

"Um, guys? Dinner's ready..."