Final Hours, Part Two

Slowly, the convicts shuffled away from the square, exploring their surroundings. A large, three story red brick building dominated the centre of the complex. A single road led into the facility, and was guarded by two guard booths. There was a smaller, concrete bunker placed a few hundred meters away from the red brick building. The entire complex was ringed by a 15 foot tall concrete wall topped with razor wire and dotted with guard towers. Men with rifles lounged in the towers, lazily smoking and keeping a keen eye on the facility grounds.

Clara stuck with Jack, and the two eventually started opening up with each other. Jack was a year older than Clara, he liked lasagna and garlic bread, he played baseball and enjoyed riding his bike around town with his friends. Clara liked reading books, her favourite foods were her mothers homemade pirogies, and she took swimming lessons in her spare time. The pair studiously avoided talking about their current circumstances as they walked around in the light summer afternoon. The young girl couldn't help but feel her heart flutter whenever she stole a glance at Jack. He was clad only in his white briefs, having had to turn in the jeans and T-shirt he wore to his trial. His body was sculpted and lean, his shoulders and chest just beginning to broaden in the onset of puberty. A subtle 6 pack could be seen rippling underneath his pale stomach flesh whenever he turned his torso. Clara wondered wether this was what "love at first sight" meant.

The summer sun slowly slipped under the horizon, and a bell rang out across the courtyard. Soon, the prisoners gathered in front of the entrance to the red brick building, which they found out to be the dormitory for their stay. Each prisoner got their own room, which was sparsely furnished with a simple steel cot, a desk, and a sink. There was a cafeteria placed on the ground floor which served cereal, bacon, eggs and toast in the morning, a light lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches at noon, and a dinner of soup and salad. Clara and Jack took their bowls from the counter and sat down at the table to eat. Surprisingly, the quality was decent, and the pair quickly wolfed down their dinner. They placed their empty dishes away and walked up to the second floor, where both their rooms were situated. Clara paused, and turned to Jack. "D-do you want to, um, stay with me tonight?", she asked nervously, her fingers fidgeting. Jack turned to her, a somewhat surprised look on his face. "Sure, if you want", he answered. The girl took Jack's hand and quickly pulled him into her room, closing the door behind them.

Once inside, she turned and faced him, her face blushing furiously. "I, ah, I-I really like you", she stuttered. Gathering up her nerves, she looked up at his big brown eyes and pushed forward. "Have you ever had sex?", she blurted out. The boy looked taken aback, and shook his head. "No, I haven't even had a kiss yet", he murmured quietly. "Do you want to do it with me?", the girl looked down at her hands as she said this. The sensation of Jack's hands softly slipping under her camisole straps answered that question.
The boy pulled her top over her head, revealing her milky white chest, flat as a washboard and dotted by two pink nipples. Clara's breath caught in her throat, and her arms crossed over her chest in a belated attempt at modesty. Jack continued, getting to his knees and pulling down Clara's panties, revealing her naked slit glistening with arousal.

Clara stepped back, and sat on the bed. She looked up at Jack, and pulled him down in an embrace, her soft lips locking with his in a deep kiss. The girl felt Jack's cock pulse and harden, poking into her thigh as she opened her mouth and accepted his wandering tongue, savouring the sensation of her first real kiss. His hands wandered across her chest, grasping at the small swells of her budding breasts. She rolled over and got on top of the boy's pelvis, pulling his underwear down and revealing his stiff prick. Her soft little hands pulled his foreskin down, and she leant over and gave it a peck on the tip. Jack closed his eyes and moaned as Clara took his cock into her mouth, slowly pumping her lips up and down the shaft, just as she remembered from seeing her mom and dad do some "loving" once. After a minute of sucking, Jack came hard, spurting his first ever load deep into Clara's mouth. She gagged and pulled her mouth away, cupping her fingers under her chin to catch the mixture of jizz and saliva dripping from her lolling tongue and lips.

She got up off the bed and went over to the sink, washing the sticky liquids off her palms and face. Heading back, she fell face first onto the mattress, lying beside her first sex mate. The pair were exhausted from this new experience, and quickly fell asleep.