Page 75 of My Prison Penpals


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He flicks it on, and as soon as my eyes focus on the image, my eyes widen. My entire body heats as I watch a woman lie bent over the arm of a couch, a man having sex with her from behind. I didn’t even know you could do it in any other position than the man lying on top of the woman.

“We can change the channel, if you like,” Sly says slowly. “But I wondered—wewondered—exactly how much you know about intimacy and sex? We thought that watching porn might help… educate you.”

I just blink at the screen as she moans and groans like she’s paid to do this. “Is she an actress?” I ask, needing to know. “Or is this a reality show?”

“They are all getting paid to do it, but the things they’re doing are real,” Sly clarifies.

They must be married; otherwise, what they’re doing would be illegal.

“Do you want me to change the channel?” Dex asks softly against my head.

My fingers dig into his thigh as I watch for a moment. “Is there more?” He presses a button, and the image changes. “Dios mio!” I say, my mouth dropping open in shock.

“Did she just cuss in Spanish?” Dex asks, but I don’t answer. My eyes are glued to the TV where a naked woman is tied to a giant wooden X, and a man in a black mask walks around her, hitting her lightly with some sort of black stick.

Dex changes the channel mumbling, “That’s BDSM. We’ll save that for a later lesson.”

I swallow nervously.There’s gonna be more of these lessons?

This time, the image doesn’t look like porn; it’s just a guy delivering pizza. Or so I thought, until the pizza’s forgotten and the woman drops to her knees, yanking his dick out and putting her mouth on it. “Oh my,” I whisper, my legs pressing together as they grow damp at the thought of doing that to one of my guys. Would they like that? Why am I getting wet?

My eyes zone in on the way he threads his fingers in her hair and seems to use her for his pleasure. My core clenches.Is this arousing me?Do I want to try that with Sly? Or Dex? Have them use my mouth for pleasure. Just the thought has my fingers digging into their legs.

This must be a blow job. It’s clear the guy’s enjoying it if his moans and praise are anything to go by. But when he pulls out and ejaculates all over her face, my jaw drops open in disbelief.

I learned about sex in my homeschooling. But it was pretty basic. I knew where babies come from, and the basics of how sex works, how a man enters a woman, and ejaculates inside her.

But I had never really thought about the fact that men would do that when they aren’t trying to make a baby. I thought that’s why sex was illegal, because it could result in a child.

“Why are you showing me this?” I ask, my eyes glued tothe screen as she licks up his mess. Dex switches it off, and suddenly, I can hear how quick and loud my breathing is. I pull back from where I’m resting against him to sit up, glancing at both of them.

“You’ve never seen or heard of anything like this before?” Sly asks in confirmation. I shake my head. “Will you tell us what you know? I want to make sure your brother hasn’t filled your head with nonsense first.”

I lick my lips as I stare at the blank TV screen. “It’s not much. I know sex is when a man sticks his… penis into a woman.” I glance at Sly as I ask, “Right?”

He nods. “Yes, that’s right.”

“But nobody says penis. Call it a dick or a cock,” Dex says.

“Cock,” I whisper, trying it out.

“What else have you been told?” Sly asks.

I shrug. “That’s it, really.”

He frowns. “That’s it?”

I nod as he asks, “What about masturbation?” I shake my head. “Oral sex?” I shake my head again. “Sixty-nine?”

“No.” I shake my head, feeling extremely naive. “I told you, all I know is the basics, what sex is, how a baby's made, and that sex is illegal before marriage.”

You could hear a pin drop from the silence and tension that follows that statement. It’s Dex who finally breaks it as he asks, “Sorry, what did you just say? That last bit?”

“That it’s illegal to have sex before you’re married.”

“Wren?” Sly asks, and I turn to him, my heart clenching in a weird mix of fear and hope.

“That’s not true, is it?” I ask quietly.