For two hours I sat in the holding cell with other women. Some of them kept looking at me and smiling. Of course I had heard all the horror stories of prison and I knew what they must have thought. I was thinking the same thing too. At only five-foot two and 109 pounds I would need to have some protection.
“They are going to have some fun with you,” one of the future inmates said. “A pretty little redhead like you will be passed around like a pack of smokes.”
I did my best to ignore her but I knew there was some truth to her words. When the bus finally came I was re-cuffed, this time they put my hands in front of me. It was an hour drive to the prison and I used that time to figure out what I would do. I had never even entertained the thought of being with another woman before.
There was only one prison in Alabama; Julia Tutwiler Prison for Women. I thought it funny that I shared the same first name as my prison. The next hour was spent in processing and getting my very own orange jumpsuit. There were two trustees with me the whole time. They watched me change out of my clothes and commented that my shaved pussy would be well taken care of.
At last I was led to my cell. It was a four person cell and when I walked in, there were three other women in there. Two were white and the third was an African-American. All three were sitting on one of the bottom bunks. The bunk above them was the only free one so I slowly walked over and put my stuff on the flat mattress.
“Hey, you need some help with that?” one of them said.
“No, thank you.”
“She’s polite,” one said and the others agreed.
While I was putting the fitted sheet on the bed I felt a hand on the back of my knee. I started to jerk away but didn’t want to anger them. As I continued to fix my bed the hand started to caress my leg. Before I had finished another hand had joined in.
“Come sit with us,” someone said. I didn’t know what to do so I did as they said. I sat between them. Two was on my right and one was on my left.
“I’m Sandy,” said the blonde girl. “That’s Becky,” she said and pointed to the dark haired woman.
“And I’m Jabrielle,” the other said. All of them looked to be around the same age as me, in their early twenties or so. But you could tell they were much older than me in experience. They were much tougher than I ever had to be.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Julia.” Sandy took my hand and shook it when I offered.
“What are you in for?” Sandy asked. I told them I was in for selling pot. My boyfriend was the one selling it but he was growing it in my apartment.
“That’s too bad,” she said and I noticed she was still holding my hand.
“It’ll be a long time before you have a boyfriend again,” Jabrielle said and put her hand on my knee. She was sitting to my right and Becky was beside her. Then they asked me if this was my first time in prison and I told them it was. That must have been what they wanted to hear.
Jabrielle put her hand on my chin and made me face her. Then she kissed me. I was hesitant at first but when I felt her tongue on my lips I opened my mouth. I heard some snapping and realized it was my orange jumper being unbuttoned. Next I felt Sandy’s hands inside my clothes and lifting up my bra. Her hands were warm and felt nice against my bare skin.