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It started as a joke.
A few bottles of Seagrams Escapes passed back and forth between you and your friends, a handful of shots and they were setting you up with a Pen Pal.
One from prison.
It was absolutely ridiculous. You weren’t actually going to go along with it. You were just having fun, laughing and teasing one another over the different bios until one caught your eye.
Travis Meacham, age 24, is incarcerated in Kansas and seeks worldwide pen-pals.
Okay. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you thought he was cute. Really attractive. His photo was blurry, his smile a little awkward as he tugged his lips into a little grin. His eyes were big, slightly downturned and a warm brown. His hair was slightly wavy, long enough to touch his cheekbones. His roots were dark, but the rest of it was a dirty blonde.
Hey there, I’m looking for someone cool to talk to. Trust me, nobody talks as much as me, I will talk your ear off. I’m totally fun. My friends and family call me Teacake.
Travis had a much shorter bio than all of the other inmates had, definitely making you think that he was shy. Or maybe he was just bad at writing. Maybe he really did prefer to talk.
Which wasn’t a crime. Sometimes you felt like you were too quiet. Jesus. You couldn’t believe you were considering this.
“I like him.” You brought up all of a sudden, making your friends go silent. Suddenly the music playing was far too loud.
“What?” Abby looked at you surprised, as if you had misspoken. You shook your head as a grin formed on your lips.
“I like him,” you told them honestly, “I’m going to reach out to him.” Your fingers were moving before you could stop yourself. Most of the options were to print a letter and mail it in, though there was a link to connect with their prison email.
“No you’re not. Look at him. He’s trouble.” Brandy shook her head, trying to yank your phone from your hands. You gasped as you clutched it to your chest, shaking your head softly.
“He is not trouble. He has kind eyes.” It was hard to tell by the picture, but they seemed to be a soft brown. You were already smitten.
“He’s in prison and has neck tattoo, that is the picture definition of trouble.” They continued on, but you were already dismissing them. You weren’t that judgemental, well, not all the time. Not when it involved a cute boy.
“I’m gonna do it.” You declared, grinning from ear to ear as you squinted to read the directions fully. The alcohol was pulsing inside of you, warming your body. Perhaps that’s why you were so bold.
“You’re insane.” Maybe you were.
-
A few days later you woke up to a message, reminding you of your drunken shenanigans. You
Hey, lady. Don’t know if you really wanna talk. But I’m here if you do. The email service they use fucking sucks, so if you want to talk more we can use JPay. Or you can write to me. Or I’d love to call you if you’re down for that or whatever.
No pressure though haha.
Teacake
Teacake. Cute. Even his words were adorable. You were bored enough to write up your own reply, deciding you were fine with sending your response on paper until you figured out how everything else worked.
Totally out of boredom. Not loneliness at all.
For the first few weeks you kept telling yourself that. You were just bored and Teacake was someone new. He seemed nice, but chatty. Very chatty. He was right. No one could talk your ear off better than he could and you absolutely loved it.
You wrote letters and emailed him through JPay. Which was probably ridiculous, but you both had it figured out fairly well. Mail took longer to reach you, and each email took about 48 hours to go through. You usually answered it within seconds, leaving you antsy for what he’d say when he returned it. And his answers were always long.
Now lady, trust me, I didn’t plan on ending up here or this being my life. I know what you’re probably thinking, that I’m bullshitting you and everything else. I just get talked into things easily. My advice to you is to ignore anyone shady that wants you to keep the car running while they run in to do something real quick.
It did not end well for me. I can be your example.
The best part of my day is seeing your responses. I don’t get many visitors, so this is like super fucking nice. You’re easy to talk to and you seem nice. Idk. I’m sure you have plenty of other interesting things you could be doing, but I appreciate this. It keeps me from losing my mind.
Hey, have you seen that movie? The Green Mile? I was thinking about that the other day for some reason. Super fucking sad. I’m not much for rodents or bugs, I guess more of a catch and release type.
Anyways, I’d love to hear more about you and shit. You’ve got a lot more going on than I do. I hope that interview works out for you, you’re super cool and shit so I bet you’ll get it with no issues.
Tonight is meatloaf. I think I’d rather eat my shoe.
Teacake
You learned that he had an older brother, that he had briefly been in the military and had been in a few plays when he was in high school. You also found out how he’d gotten his nickname, which was enough to make you laugh. He felt real, which was probably why you enjoyed talking to him so much. There didn’t seem to be any layers between the two of you, any secrets. He was open, spilling everything to you before you really asked.
And like a dummy, you sent him money. How could you not? You craved those conversations with him. Plus at the end of the day, you trusted him. He deserved to buy something nice if that’s what he wanted. Maybe he was playing you, but you had a feeling that he wasn’t.
Teacake’s eyes were hazel. You only learned that from the updated picture he had sent you, which had made you giggle. He still looked just as awkward, slightly stiff like he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Though his smile was charming, his hazel eyes twinkled with amusement. He hadn’t looked like that in the first photos you’d seen of him. You could clearly see the moles that he bore too, his sideburns and stubble that decorated his skin.
You put him as your lock screen.
Photos were sent back and forth, though he really desired them more than you did. The pictures you sent weren’t ever really scandalous for you were afraid they’d get confiscated. You knew that everything was searched and read through thoroughly, so you didn’t want him to get in trouble.
However, you couldn’t deny that you had thought of it.
Woah. I got your picture the other day and I have to tell you, I was stunned. Like literally lost my breath. You are the prettiest fucking person I’ve ever seen before in my life. It’s not fair for you to leave me all breathless and shit.
Maybe it’s this shitty place because I’m not usually so bold. Well, I think. Honestly I’ve never really had a chance with anyone before unless I was drunk. You probably don’t need to know that, but I’m letting you know anyways. Sorry.
I hope it’s not too pathetic to tell you that I think about you a lot, but it really helps pass my time. I think I better stop though before I really embarrass myself. Or scare you away.
I was never good in poetry.
Teacake
Something told you there was much more that he wanted to say, but he really couldn’t. You wondered how he handled being stuck there, what he did when he was all pent up. A little smirk pressed on your lips as you thought about it, picturing what his cock might look like.
It was bad to wander down that path, but you were already hopeless. If only you had some way to speak your filthy thoughts to him, but any time you added something suggestive he seemed to change the topic around. Not that you could blame him, but you still wanted him to know how badly you wanted him.
Your fingers shook as you held your phone up towards your ear, going through the process of getting connected to Teacake for the first time. You’d chatted quite a bit, but you’d never spoken to him over the phone before. This was a first for the both of you.
“Uh hey. Is this Teacake?” You furrowed your eyebrows together, doing your best to keep from beating your phone against your face. In your defense, you’d never done this before. It was a long, confusing process.
“Hi, hey,” Teacake’s voice was slightly raspy, warmer than you had been expecting. Instantly a smile grew on your lips, your heart thumping roughly against your bones as your stomach flipped warmly, “shit, I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you. I mean, I know we’ve been talking, but like over the phone or whatever.”
“It’s crazy,” you agreed with a little laugh, “how are you?” You rubbed the back of your neck as you crossed your ankles, hoping that wasn’t a stupid question. Now that you had him, you didn’t know how to speak to him.
“Oh you know, living the dream,” he responded with a little laugh, “doin’ a lot better now. Your voice matches your pictures. You’re like, really pretty. And so is your voice. You have a really pretty voice.” Instantly you warmed on the inside, those butterflies beating roughly inside of you. You felt like a school girl.
“Thank you, Travis,” you giggled, unable to help yourself, “is it okay if I call you Travis too? I think that’s cute.” You admitted, but wanted to ensure that he was comfortable with that too. His breath was slightly rough as the line became static for just a brief second, like he was shifting around.
“Travis is fine,” he cleared his throat as he continued, “”s’my name and all. I know this is probably fucking weird for you and all, but I really appreciate it. If there’s anything you know, I don’t know, that you’re curious about I can answer or whatever.”
“I feel like I already know so much about you,” you teased, enjoying the soft way he laughed, “what do you do cooped up there all the time? I bet it’s boring.”
“Lonely,” he corrected quickly, tugging at your heart strings, “it fucking sucks. Listen, don’t ever trust anyone named Hazy Davy.”
“I won’t,” you laughed along with him, eyebrows crinkling together softly, “no really, what do you do?”
“I don’t know,” a long sigh fell from his lips, so loud that the sound tingled down your body, “I work out a lot, there’s not much else to do. I really enjoy writing.”
“Do you have a long list of admirers?” You did your best to be playful, but on the inside you were deeply jealous. You hadn’t thought about him talking to anyone else before now.
“No, not at all like that,” he sounded sincere as you closed your eyes, doing your best to keep from sighing in relief, “just you. Sorry, that sounds pretty pathetic.”
“I think it’s romantic.” You told him truthfully, eyebrows furrowing together at the way he paused again. This time it was longer.
And then his confession exploded from him.
“Okay, so I hope I’m not totally fucking this up,” Teacake finally spoke up, turning so his body was facing you entirely, “I mean, I really like you. Like you’re funny, smart and drop dead gorgeous. You’re fuckin’ incredible. I’m just freaking out a little bit because you seem so fuckin’ cool and I’m well-,” he drifted off, but gave you no time to answer, “and I don’t want to ruin things but I’m suffering here. You said my name and it sort of turned me on and-,”
“Travis.”
“Yes.” This was the first time he had answered in one word. You bit down on your bottom lip.
“Do you fantasize about me?” The question made your skin burn with lust as you trailed your fingers across the band of your pants, pushing your shirt up just enough to touch your bare skin.
Something was wrong with you.
“I uh,” you could hear him laughing nervously, like he was trying to find the words to say, “of course I think about you. Everything I said was true. You’re like a fucking dream. I think about you all the time.” He had lowered his voice, his tone coming out raspy.
Now, you were no fool. You knew he was probably surrounded by other men who were also making phone calls, but you couldn’t find yourself to care at the moment. You were so smitten with the fact that he actually thought about you in such a manner.
“I want to know about one of your fantasies,” you began as you got yourself more comfortable, your heart beating against the side of your neck, “like right now I’m picturing what it would be like if you were here. How warm you’d feel, the taste of your lips on mine…” you trailed off as your free hand slipped into the waistband of your panties, waiting to hear what he had to offer.
This was definitely not how you pictured how your phone call would go, but you didn’t care. Not one bit. This was good.
“I don’t know, I-, shit,” you could tell by Travis’s tone that he was flustered, all raspy and out of breath as you pressed your fingers against your clothed clit. You were already wet, clinging to your panties as you pictured him squeezing his cock at the same time. You wondered how big he was, how thick and girthy, “I think a lot about getting out of here and being with you for the first time.”
“How’s our first time go?” You whisper out, enjoying the soft way he groaned.
“I’d start by, you know, kissin’ you real slow,” his tone was all hushed, leaving you to press yourself against the phone to hear him clearly, “all over your lips and neck, down your body. I think you have really great tits by the way, I mean I know I’ve never seen them but-,”
“Haven’t seen them yet.” You corrected as you bit back your laugh, pressing down on your clit harder at the way he groaned. You pictured his eyes shutting, brows furrowing together and pink lips biting back his moans.
“Yeah, yeah,” he roughly whispered as a little sigh left your lips, “I’d kiss all over your body, you know. I’d want to worship you and shit. You deserve that, baby.” You could picture it so well, the feeling of his saliva dancing on your skin as he kissed you deeply everywhere.
“I wish I could feel your lips on me right now.” You told him gently, playing with your clit as you thought about it. He had the perfect cupid’s boy. His teeth nice and shiny. You were certain he’d feel incredible on your skin.
“God, I do too,” he mumbled, sounding like he was biting back his own groans, “I’d spread your legs and get a good look at that pussy.” Your lips parted at that, fingertips pressing against your soaked hole. You pretended that he had his fingers there instead, that he was gently teasing you.
“Travis,” you teased, certain that you could hear the flush in his voice, “you’re so bad.” You hummed in appreciation, rolling your hips forward to enjoy the pressure against your clit. The raspier his voice got, the hotter you grew. Lust was rolling deep inside of you, pleasure poking at your skin.
“Not as bad as you,” he whispered, leaving you to bite down on your bottom lip, “I really wanna kiss that pretty pussy of yours, baby. Real bad. You wet for me right now?” It was like something in him had snapped. He didn’t sound cocky or arrogant, but he did sound desperate. You wondered when was the last time he’d been with anyone. Or spoken to someone like this.
“So wet, Travis,” you sighed deeply as you curled your fingers into your pussy slowly, moaning loud enough that he could hear. He groaned clearly this time, leaving you electric, “I wanna feel your mouth on me, your fingers and your cock.” You giggled softly as you admitted the last bit, pumping your fingers into yourself slowly.
“I’m so fuckin’ hard,” he groaned into the phone, making your toes curl in bliss, “you have no idea how badly I want you, baby. I wanna feel you everywhere, wanna be buried inside that wet pussy of yours.”
“I bet you’d stretch me out so much,” you gasped lowly, clit throbbing at the way you continued to drag your fingers in and out of your slick cunt, “oh my God. I bet you’re so big and thick.” You continued as you bit down on your bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed together tightly.
You were thinking of him now, his cock twitching inside of his pants as he reached down to squeeze at himself. You thought of how pretty he’d look all blissed out, how his fingers would fall against your scalp as you stretched your lips around his big cock.
“You touchin’ yourself now?” you nodded your head, only to moan in response when you remembered he couldn’t hear you, “oh God. How many fingers, baby? Does it feel good?”
“Would feel better if it was you,” you answered softly, enjoying the whimper that rolled through the phone, “two. S’all I can take.” You gasped, curling your fingers deeper inside of yourself. You kept thinking of his mouth on your cunt, of the dirty things that he’d ramble while he was between your legs.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned lowly, pushing you closer to the edge, “I’d take such good care of you, baby. I swear it. I’d do whatever you want, s’that sound nice? I wanna make you cum, baby. Wanna hear you.” Teacake begged, sounding desperate now.
You let your moans roll off of your tongue freely this time, giving him something to think about later as you curled your fingers deeper inside of yourself. You were rocking your hips up freely now, gasping as you felt the muscles in your stomach contract. You came with a little cry, body burning as you came harshly around your fingers.
Teacake was panting on the line, sounding as wrecked as you felt at the moment. It put a little smile on your face to think that he’d have to go back and fix himself, making you hope that he thought of you the entire time.
God. You’d never wanted someone so badly before. This was crazy.
You laughed.
“S’nice?” Travis hummed, “you sounded so hot, so fuckin’ hot. I can’t believe it. God, I’m so hard it’s embarassing.” He was still raspy, desperate.
“Wish I could help you.” You teased as you slowly released your fingers from your cunt. You briefly thought of licking your fingers clean, but knew that he wouldn’t really know that you had done that. You’d save that for when you saw him in person. You had a feeling he’d fold easily.
“S’not fair, you’re somethin’ else. Incredible, but that was not nice at all.” He continued on, making you laugh.
“I thought it would give you something else to think of when you’re bored,” you dragged your feet across the blankets, still surprised that you had done that. It was far bolder than anything you’d done before. Very thrilling, “I hate that I can’t be there to see it.” You continued, listening as he huffed.
“S’this gonna happen again?” Travis asked you softly, sounding unsure for a moment, “I mean, I don’t want you to think this is the only reason I called. Like, I really like you.”
“I like you too,” you told him gently, “and I’d love to call you again.”
“Alright, I’m going to be looking forward to it.”
“Me too.” You giggled softly.
“I’m gonna go fix myself,” he laughed awkwardly, “and I’ll uh, talk to you soon. Thanks for speaking to me again. I really enjoy all of this.”
So did you.