Initiation
I awoke the next morning with my dick still hanging out of my panties and the covers still around my ankles. I must’ve really conked out after that blowjob. I quickly stuffed myself back in my panties and put my tank-top and shorts back on. I remembered from my orientation that I’d only get a shower twice a week, so I put some new clothes on quickly. McKenzie was already awake and she was lying in her bed reading. After the last night, I felt a little nervous around her for some reason, but I quickly fixed my hair and got ready for breakfast, pretending like it all felt totally normal.
“Finally up there sleepyhead,” she finally said, putting her book down and jumping off the top bunk. She looked beautiful and I just smiled at her, “Come on, they unlocked the door ten minutes ago, let’s get breakfast,” she said. And as I was walking out the door she gave me a pinch on the butt. I jumped like ten feet in the air and turned around to watch her giggle, “Don’t be awkward, we’re just buddies,” she said. And we headed to breakfast.
It was strange, it felt 1000% more natural to be there on the second day. Don’t get me wrong, it was still very terrifying and everything. But it wasn’t AS terrifying. I sort of knew where everything was and I knew sort of what the routine would be. So I walked a little more easily with McKenzie to the lunch room. I got food and sat down at the same table with McKenzie, Prisha, and Clara. We talked a little bit and ate our food. I was finally hungry and ate the disgusting slop despite my gross-out. McKenzie didn’t say anything about sucking my dick, so I didn’t say anything either. Prisha and Clara just talked about their night, in their cell; listening to the couple in the room next to them have sex. It was a funny story, but I wondered who’d heard me getting my first blowjob.
Breakfast was actually kind of fun. It was like those high school lunches where you lucked out and got some friends with the same period. Then you’d all sit together and talk and gossip and everything. I felt sort of comfortable in this little clique. I don’t know why they wanted to hang out with me. Maybe it was only because I was roommates with McKenzie so they tried to be friends with me just because it was easier that way. Maybe it was because I was sort of famous (or infamous I guess). Whatever the reason, I felt like I was sort of hitting it off with them.
After lunch I was taken aside by a guard and told about my new job. It seemed that while I was required to go and clean up after breakfast and then help with the preparation of lunch. After that, I’d be allowed to eat lunch and then have free time in the afternoon as I had the day before. McKenzie, Clara, and Prisha all had their jobs at the same time as me, but none of them worked in the kitchen.
Now, I am not much of a cleaner or cook, but I did what I had to do. I scrubbed pans, I washed floors, I took stuff out of the freezer and dumped it into the microwave. I did all the things I was asked to do. The other girls I worked with seemed nice enough. There really weren’t any problems. After work, I ate lunch with my friends (yes, I was already sort of thinking of them that way) and I hung out before going to bed. It was a boring day, but it wasn’t horrible. Plus, I now knew exactly what my routine would be like, and that was comforting. My next three days were like this, nothing out of the ordinary.
As far as sex goes, McKenzie never mentioned the blowjob and no one else seemed to know. As far as everyone else went, I could still occasionally see and hear people having sex in their cells, but as I got used to it the place seemed way less sexualized than it appeared on the first day. I just figured it was like the outside world, you know, sex happens sometimes and it isn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t until my first communal shower day that I learned exactly how wrong I was to think that.
Like I said, we only got showers every couple of days. I was supposed to get a shower after lunch, during my free time. I had a specific time and everything and it was with eight other girls. I was a little nervous. I mean, it was one thing for McKenzie to see me naked occasionally in the room, we were passed that now. But I was going to be in a shower with a bunch of girls I didn’t know. Plus I still had bad memories about the shower from my first day in prison. But I tried not to worry about it. I was going to have to do this twice a week for a decade and a half, I had to get used to it.
At the appointed time I lined up outside the common room. The nine of us stood quietly until the guard came and told us to follow her. We went out in the hallway and followed the route back towards the shower. I looked to see if I recognized any of the girls I’d be showering with. I knew some to look at them, but I’d never met any of them. In a couple of minutes we were at the shower.
This was a different shower than the incoming shower. This was bigger. It was a big, rectangular room with a smaller, rectangular pillar in the center. The center pillar had several showerheads poking out of it. Around the perimeter of the room was a long bench. I saw the girls walking over to the bench to get undressed and put their clothes up. I walked around the pillar to the back of the room, I wanted to try to find some privacy, especially away from the guard (still didn’t trust the guards, not after Bethany).
I walked over to the bench on the opposite side of the room from the entrance. I looked around. I could see some girls starting to get undressed. I saw breasts, I saw asses, I saw cocks. I looked down. I took my shirt and my bra off and set them on the bench. Then, I took off my pants and finally my panties. I was completely naked. I stood up from the bench, walked over to the shower (staring directly at the showerhead) and started to clean myself. I don’t know what I thought; maybe I was thinking that if I respected everyone’s privacy they would respect mine. Whatever.
I had a soap on a rope I’d been issued and I quickly started to scrub my body. We had like 25 minutes to clean, but I was making record time. I covered my breasts and my stomach in suds and then rinsed it off. I soaped up my cock and my legs and scrubbing them well. I was just starting to feel like I was almost done when I heard it.
It wasn’t a loud sound. In any other situation, you might not even notice. It was more like a breathy whisper than anything else. But I was in the shower, so I knew something was weird. The acoustics in the shower can be weird, so first I turned to my left. There was a particularly large white girl with a tiny little cock scrubbing her pubes. Her eyes were closed but she didn’t appear to be making any noise. Instead I turned to my right, and saw it. Two girls were making out.