2.25 – Jordan II

2.25 – Jordan II

“Talk,” Natalie said. “About what?”

“Sammy.”

Natalie tilted her head. Her thoughts had visibly cleared up, focusing on Jordan’s face, now, instead of her boobs, but still, she wasn’t wholly zoned in, with her hands groping away at Jordan’s butt. For that matter, Jordan was the slightest bit distracted herself. It was hard to be groped by her best-friend, her recently-realized crush, and take it wholly in stride. She liked to think she was good at controlling herself, both outwardly and inwardly, but she wasn’t made of stone.

“What about her?” Natalie asked.

“How your date went.”

“Good, I guess?”

She seemed uncomfortable talking about it. She hadn’t ever had problems detailing her exploits to Jordan, so it was another indicator that recent changes had shifted how Natalie viewed their relationship. Did she think Jordan would be jealous? She wasn’t. That wasn’t how she viewed romance. The idea of Natalie hooking up with other girls didn’t bother her in the slightest.

Even if she and Natalie became official, which was a highly, highly prospective hope, then Jordan still wouldn’t mind. Natalie, on the other hand, would, she suspected. She was a bit possessive. Jordan didn’t count that as a good trait, but it also wasn’t something that was a deal breaker. She wouldn’t mind if Natalie acted possessive of her, even. Show just how much Jordan was hers, and no one else’s.ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

It was better if she didn’t let her thoughts stray too far down that path. It was a long ways off, and dangerous to flirt with, as if it might someday be reality.

“And how good is ‘good’?” Jordan asked.

“We had fun.” She cleared her throat. “What do you mean?”

“What did you two do?” she asked patiently. Natalie wasn’t making this easy.

“We ... uh ... ?”

“A good job?” Natalie finally asked. “Uh. I hope so?”

“Your reputation matters,” Jordan said sternly. “Your class wants you to have lots of partners. As many as possible. So, you need to get a reputation as someone good in bed. And, let’s be honest, that things of yours is going to be a selling point to some. So it’s especially important you’re good with it.”

“Yeah?” Natalie was clearly on the back-foot, not prepared for this conversation.

“And I don’t know if Sammy’s a talker, but if she is, then it’s important you impressed her. So she says good things.”

“I ... guess? She’s not a talker, anyway.”

Though, she didn’t sound wholly confident in that.

“Doesn’t matter,” Jordan said. “It’s the point I’m trying to make.”

“Sure.”

“Which is why,” Jordan emphasized, “the two of us shouldn’t only keep to what your harvest skill maxes on. You need practice.”

A silence.

Jordan continued, “You’re good with your fingers and mouth, but there’s something you aren’t skilled with, yet. Something you’re several years behind on. Plus, you need practice with endurance. Those things are sensitive, right? Hard to last with?”

Natalie’s hand froze between Jordan’s legs, no longer stroking away. She’d pieced together what Jordan was saying. Maybe Jordan was going too far, but she couldn’t stop now. Might as well spell it out in detail. Plus, she really did believe in the practical nature behind the idea.

“So,” Jordan said. “It’s time I start training you. Get that cock of yours used to being played with. You can’t earn a reputation as a quickshot, can you?” Taking a breath in, she spurred Natalie’s hand back to motion between her legs, acting like what she was saying was totally mundane—the obvious extension of their efforts over the past week. “And keep stroking. We’re testing your skill, aren’t we?”