by Natasha Brooks

Janet remembered the first day he had stepped into her office at the State Prison. He had walked confidently through the door, unconsciously swinging his large arms and making it possible to notice the beautiful butterfly tattoo on his right shoulder. His smile had been curt but passionate while his eyes stared gently into hers, forcing her to smile back at him.

She had pointed to the chair in front of her and to the coffee jug, indicating that he could have a cup of coffee if he wanted. Eventually, while he shook his head to indicate that he wasn’t interested, he sat, sniffed and crossed his arms, a technique most of the inmate used to show how reluctant they were to divulge information that she requested from them.

Janet had said nothing to him at first. She had poured herself a cup of the coffee and had poured an extra cup; having a feeling he would need it soon.

“So, Mr. Alexander Johnson, I am Janet – Janet Martin.” She finally whispered, picking up her cup. “The warden seems to think enrolling you for weekly psychological evaluation is necessary. I want you to understand that this isn’t my doing, neither is it the warden’s.”

She paused to check if he had anything to say and sipped briefly from her cup as he stared away from her, refusing to react.

“It is your doing since there hardly has been any brawl without your involvement.” She told him. “So, you and I will become friends for the next six months. You are to report here twice a week to get us to talk endlessly about yourself and there wouldn’t be any report of violence on your part, either in the dining hall, on the field or in your cell. All these go fine in the stipulated months and I will convince the warden that you are free of rage....and possibly cleared for a plea hearing.”

As expected, her last few words caught his attention. Janet watched as his eyes flew to hers while his folded hands slowly dropped to his thighs.

“Okay.” He whispered. “What do you want to know?”

That was quick, Janet thought, for a man with his kind of convict profile. In response to his question though, she nodded towards the extra cup of coffee she had poured and waited patiently as he stared at it and finally resolved to pick it up. After he had his first sip and held the cup gently on his palm, she finally inched forward in her chair and smiled interestingly at him.

“You can start by telling me how you got that tattoo on your shoulder and what you did before you got to jail.” She told him.

*****

“You will miss me, won’t you, Janet.” He whispered in between his last session with her.

Their six months arrangement had turned to a one-year session. Janet had been unable to stop him from visiting her, despite that he had passed every psychological test, finally having adequate control over his anger. She loved to see him too, so she had approved weekly meeting with him. His eyes had a way of making her feel admired and loved while sometimes, he let out words that suggested that he had an utter attraction towards her.

As he stared at her, expecting a response, she smiled at him and inched forward in her chair.

“Yes.” She told him. “Gush, I still can’t believe the psychological evaluation I had submitted had helped your plea hearing.”

“You can’t believe?” He said. “It was what you aimed for since the first day you brought me in here to fix me.”

Janet beamed again. Fix? She had never considered herself the kind of psychiatrist that fixed things or anyone. But hearing the words from him, she felt her shoulders tingling excitedly.

“Well, to be frank, getting you calm in here was more of the goal than getting you out of here.” She told him sincerely.

He nodded, seeming to understand her point.

“Well, see where that got both of us.” He said, winking.

She surprised herself by winking back at him. She inched forward again, getting her knees to graze his.

“I will miss you, Alexander Johnson.” She muttered under her breath, having a feeling that he hadn’t heard her response earlier.

He nodded, his eyes piercing into hers. Soon, while she watched patiently, waiting for him to say anything, she noticed that his brown eyes had inched downward to the opened button of her shirt. and the freedom he had just been given.

They had gotten so attracted to each other in the past year and neither of them could explain it.

“I will miss you too, Janet.” He finally whispered, beaming at her.

He inched forward too and slowly grazed her knees with his too. Instead of being subtle as she had been, he inched further towards her and placed his palms on her naked thighs.

“You know one last wish that I have before the door of freedom are opened for me?” He said.

“What?” Janet asked him, unable to take her eyes away from him.

“To smash my lips against yours.” He whispered instantly, already inching his head towards hers.

Janet closed her eyes and let him kiss her softly.

At the same moment that his lips clasped against hers, she felt his hands slowly moving up her thighs to her rousing breasts.

She felt a desire that she hadn’t felt for a man in a long time, slowly heaving through her pleasure hole.

*****

Janet cursed under her breath as her car jerked forward twice and came to a dead halt. She hurriedly turned the ignition, hoping it would get it to roar to life again but instead of the buzzing sound of life, the engine gave a discouraging sneering sound and went off abruptly.

Cursing under her breath, she got off the car and stared around her, calculating the distance she still had to drive or walk across before she got to her secluded home on a small city estate. She didn’t bother to stare at the engine of the car; it was the fourth time that the car would stubbornly halt in the middle of the road and she was getting tired of it.

So, what she did was to check through her phone to see if she could dial friends’ phone numbers and ask them to pick her up at the middle of the road. However, retrieving her small device from her pocket, it shook in her hand, indicating that she had a call.

Without staring at the caller ID, Janet answered the call and placed the receiver over her right ear.

“Janet Martin.” She heard a familiar voice whisper. “Fifty bucks says you wouldn’t have expected me to call in another thousand years.”

Janet couldn’t hide her joy. She grinned happily and sat on the bonnet of the car, holding her phone with both hands.

“Alexander!” She breathed.

It had only been four months since he was released from the state prison and although, she had considered that he was using all the time to get back to his feet, Janet couldn’t help but wonder if he would try to contact her. She had slipped her number on a sheet of paper into his hand before he left.

“I know.” He was saying now, trying to explain. “It took some time to get somewhere to stay, find a job and....”

“And you are calling now.” Janet said, interrupting him. She was glad that he finally called and she told him.

“I am glad too.” He said. “So, listen, I was wondering....or wait a minute, where are you?”

“Good question.” She told him. “I just got stuck in the middle of the street to my home. Stupid car. Bad engine.”

He laughed. “I could come check it out right away.” He said.

“You could?” Janet asked, quickly calculating the possibility of seeing him again.

“Yes.” He said. “You once asked me about my job before prision, remember?”

“Yes.” Janet whispered, recollecting his response. “You had said you were a mechanic but even if you were...are you still in town?”

“Am I?” He queried. “Is there anywhere else to go? I am currently close to the small estate that you inherited from your parents and loved to always talk about.”

Now, the way he said it was creepy and exciting for her at the same time. She held her breath and asked him, “How close to the main road are you?”

“Five.” He said.

“Make it here in four and I will invite you into my home and cook you supper.” She told him.

She held a soft exhalation of breath before a loud buzzing sound echoed through the phone, indicating that the car he was driving had suddenly had its acceleration increased.

Janet had a feeling her evening was about to have a sudden pleasant twist.

*****

She was wrong.

Her evening wasn’t just having a sudden pleasant twist, it was having every rippling pleasure Janet could ever think of.

A minute ago, as she held Alexander’s wrist and guided him into her home, she had thought she would be able to resist the growing temptation she had felt to melt into his arms immediately he had stepped out of his car to hug her.

But she couldn’t.

Instead of leading him to the sofa while she went to the kitchen to make them supper, Janet had led him to her room instead. She had paused at her own door and had twirled round to stare into his eyes. The passion that she met there almost choked her. It got her heart to throb quickly in her chest as she realized that he wanted her too...that he wanted to let go of every last shred of control and devour her.

“You want this too?” She asked him as if they had never spoken anything about what she intended to do with him.

As if he understood her perfectly, his hand fell beside her to hold her waist. He pulled her towards him and smashed her lips against hers.

Immediately, memories of their first kiss in her small office at the state prison coursed through her mind. Janet plastered her body to his, allowing his hand to impatiently caress the length of her thighs.

He wasn’t being gently with her. He moaned into her mouth and tugged at the buttons of her shirt, getting each one out of the way within seconds. When her top slid to the floor, he reached behind her hurriedly too and freed her bra, getting her breasts to dangle freely on her chest.

“Beautiful.” He muttered. “Just beautiful.”

Janet batted her eyelashes at him and held his belt, pulling him towards her. He took the cue and inched his head lower, closing his lips around her growing nipples. Janet melted into his arms instantly. She moaned gratifyingly as he fondled the left breast in his palm and hungrily sucked on the nipples of the other.

Eventually, having felt enough pleasure from having his lips and mouth on her breasts, Janet held his head and pushed him lower, getting him to kneel in front of her. Afterwards, she parted her legs wide and stared down at him with a mischievous smile.

“Fix the tingling I can’t seem to get rid of down there.” She told him, remembering the first time she had heard the word fix from him. It was his turn to fix her now. She wanted his lips teasing her, flapping over her clit while his tongue dug deep towards the core end of her pussy hole.

He knew these too. Janet watched as he reached into her short skirt and pulled down her panties along with her skirt. Stark naked in front of him now, he held her thighs and widened them slightly apart before burying his head in between them.

“Oh my....”

The rest of the words were unable to slip off Janet’s lips. She closed her eyes and unconsciously buried her nails into his shoulders as his warm lips found her cunt. His tongue teased the tip of her opening, getting her dripping wet. Soon, his thumb rubbed her clitoris too, getting her to pant heavily and ask for more.

“Yes, fuck me with your mouth.” Janet yelled at him. “Have my cum dripping all over your face until you are ready to fuck me with your dick.”

Her lustful words seemed to be an aphrodisiac for him. He kept ramming his tongue deeper into her and cupped her butt and breasts sometimes, squeezing as hard as he could. When she whimpered loudly and began to thrust her thighs, so she could fuck his mouth, he let out a loud groan and began to nibble on her clitoris, successfully weakening her.

Just when she thought her climax might overwhelm her soon, he suddenly jolted to his feet and pushed her onto the sofa behind her. His fingers closed around her thighs as he placed himself atop her.

“I have thought about doing this ever since I stepped into your office, Janet.” He whispered.

“Do what?” Janet whispered.

His cock rammed suddenly into her cunt as if it was the answer that he had for her; to fix her.

Alexander hadn’t bothered to take off his shirt or pants. He had perhaps finally giving in to lust, letting go of his last shred of control as she had hoped.

He was digging deep into her cunt as if nothing else mattered to him except the part where he drove them both to a totally sinful steaming climax.