1.23 – Carried Away

1.23 – Carried Away

Jordan guided Natalie’s hands up to her chest, and Natalie squeezed lightly, prompted by Jordan.

For a moment, Natalie just stood there, frozen, her thoughts whiting out. She was hardly a virgin, and this was just some over-the-clothes groping, but it was Jordan. She had her hands on Jordan’s tits. Not some random hookup, but Jordan. Her best friend. It was so different from other encounters as to be comical. It didn’t remotely compare.

Jordan hesitated, some of her amused nonchalance fading from her face, uncertainty replacing it. Natalie realized she’d stayed frozen longer than appropriate. Any freezing at all had been inappropriate. This shouldn’t be something Natalie was awkward about.

Natalie might be stunned, but if there was one thing she wouldn’t do, it was make Jordan hesitant. It was Natalie’s job to take charge. That was how their dynamic always worked.

Really, this was—bizarrely—the one exception to that rule. Jordan pursued this aspect of Natalie’s class with more dedication than even Natalie.

She wondered why.

Probably, she knew Natalie was weirded out by her class and wanted to encourage her. Or maybe she wanted to make clear she was willing to help Natalie, and knew Natalie wouldn’t push Jordan into doing stuff like this by herself.

Natalie plastered on her trademark sideways grin. She’d been told she had a ‘roguish appeal’. She pretended it wasn’t cultivated ... but truthfully, it kind of was. Natalie wasn’t like Sofia, who needed perfect hair and a perfect outfit every time she went out, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care how people perceived her. Anyone who said that was lying to themselves. Natalie tried to keep lying to herself to a minimum.

“Bet this isn’t how you thought our first day at Tenet would go,” Natalie joked. She tried to ignore how her hands were on Jordan’s tits, squeezing and kneading, and failed.

“Second day, technically,” Jordan murmured. Her face was scarlet—Natalie’s hands worked away, rubbing in a gentle rhythm. She had her bra on, and Natalie could feel it through her uniform. Maybe that was a good thing. It protected Natalie from melting down entirely.

“Second day,” Natalie said, rolling her eyes. “Whatever.”

Could Jordan see through her? She always had been able to, before. She had to know what was happening to Natalie. Had to know the smirk and eager movements of her hands was a farce, and that Natalie was a few seconds from catching fire. She was surprised she wasn’t radiating steam, right now.

“My bra’s getting in the way,” Jordan said. “Go ahead and go from under.”

Natalie wrapped her hands around Jordan’s waist and turned her around, then tugged her down onto her lap, sitting on the closed toilet seat. Jordan’s ass pressed into her cock, agonizing in the pressure it provided. Jordan rubbed back and forth, and this time, it was Natalie who groaned.

One hand went up, slithering back into Jordan’s bra, and continued to play. The other groped a more sensitive area.

It was over layers of clothing, but Natalie had her hand on Jordan’s pussy. Rubbing. She was rubbing her best friend’s pussy, trying to get her off. That was normal, right? Just part of her class.

Natalie wasn’t the only one teasing. Jordan humped back and forth, sliding her ass against Natalie’s cock. She couldn’t describe how good it felt. Their kisses had gotten her so worked up, she already felt close to bursting.

As in, way too close. After so much foreplay, and the general heat of the situation, Jordan rubbing her butt into Natalie’s cock had her moments from coming apart.

“Jordan,” Natalie groaned. “I don’t think you should ... you’re going to ...”

Jordan moved Natalie’s hands away from her sensitive areas, then awkwardly repositioned herself, so she was on Natalie’s lap, but facing her. She picked up speed, rubbing herself against Natalie’s crotch with reinvigorated passion.

“You’re going to come for me?” Jordan breathed. “Is that what you’re trying to say? You’re going to empty yourself in your pretty little skirt, on the first day of class? For me? Go ahead. Do it.” She humped desperately against Natalie. The act was gone. This wasn’t groping. This was Jordan coaxing out Natalie’s orgasm using her rocking hips, rubbing herself into Natalie’s cock.

She couldn’t resist. Not the sensation, not Jordan’s naughty words, spoken so breathlessly, and definitely not Jordan’s flushed face, eyes darkened with lust.

Natalie grabbed Jordan’s waist and humped back. She barely lasted a few more seconds before it crashed into her. She shuddered, then groaned and arched her hips forward, finding as much pressure as she could against Jordan’s ass. Jordan kept grinding, milking her out with desperate motions.

Natalie came. Her cock shot out sticky white strings into her panties, dampening the fabric, quickly drenching the outer layer, too. Her skirt. The one she’d had for an hour or two at most. Fuck, she was staining it. Her cock, and body, didn’t care. She emptied herself over and over, coaxed out by Jordan’s humping motions. She reached such an unbelievable high she couldn’t believe the fire coursing through her veins. And how many times her cock seized and pumped. Every time she thought it was about to be over, Jordan worked out a few more twitches, desperate to milk her.

Finally, Jordan’s motions stilled. Sticky warmth clung to Natalie’s thighs and cock. There was a dark stain covering an unfortunate amount of area. She’d soaked herself. And Jordan’s pants too, if less so.

“Fuck,” Natalie groaned, coming down slowly, and staring at the dark spot. “Look what you did, Jordan.”