My Library Fantasy: Jeremy, Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

My Library Fantasy: Jeremy, Chapter 4

... there he was, smiling and waving to me as he saw I recognised him. He was in a uniform, a different one: burgundy prison trousers and a white t-shirt stamped with the prison name in black across his chest. Once he'd told me he'd heard you could buy actual prison uniforms from our prison on eBay, and we laughed about it at the time. But, something told me I might be trying to source him one myself after his release. I knew visiting procedure, and that the visitor usually paid for the drinks because the prisoners only had a tiny amount of money. He stood up as I wiggled over to the table he was at in my heels, and he hugged me, and kissed me hard on the cheek. I shut my eyes and smiled tightly in pleasure at feeling him again and put my arms around him too. We were quick, people were looking. I knew what he drank from making him a brew back in our prison, "Tea with half a sugar?" I said. He grinned his special cheeky dirty grin that I had gone weeks without seeing, except for in my head. He said, "Please," and so I wiggled myself over to give the prison orderly who was being 'tea lady' our order. As I did, I looked back, and saw him looking at the back of me wiggling off. He saw me catch him looking, smiled a resigned smile, and rubbed his face with his hand. I returned with two polystyrene cups with some grey looking tea in them. Prison tea always came out grey. I told him all about my new job, and all about complaining about Jane. "Good for you, hottie," he said, using his ...

... now well established little name for me, which I have to say made me a little excited, "You're made of much tougher stuff than that bitch ever thought you were. I bet she's fucking livid!" He laughed at the thought of her fuming that I'd got out of the situation completely unaffected. "We both escaped from her," I laughed too, but then I realised what we were laughing at, "Can you imagine what she'd do if she found out?" I bit on a chocolate digestive I'd just dunked in my tea and looked up at him. "I think her head might pop," Jeremy was still joking. I faked a smile, but I felt terrible, "I mean I'd be in court, in the van, and down to Styal." Styal is the women's prison for our area. "You're a bad person, Hayley," he replied to me, eating a biscuit as well, and I couldn't tell if he was still joking, "You got everyone fooled that you're an innocent library geek girl. But you're tough, and you're bad. Just like me." I smiled on one side of my face and looked at him. I really really was a bad person. And I'd fucking got away with it completely. I laughed, and I allowed myself to feel like I was completely untouchable. "And you look reaaaaally fucking hot," he added, looking at me like he was going to eat me. "When are you next allowed out?" I asked him. And that is how I ended up in a relationship with a murderer. ----- I parked my car in the visitor's car park again, and walked up to the entrance. I looked really fucking hot for him today, I wasn't going in there this time, ...