2.27 – Jordan IV

2.27 – Jordan IV

Jordan stared down at her best friend’s head between her legs, wondering what in the world had happened.

She was supposed to be the one in the control. For their entire relationship, that had always been the dynamic. Not the leader, but the one with a cool head. She didn’t let emotion guide her. Rather, she sorted through her feelings logically, then made decisions based on reason.

But here. Natalie’s head between her legs, fingers at the edges of her panties, about to tug them down. Staring up with big blue eyes.

Rationality didn’t stand much chance. Her defenses crumbled, and she buried her fingers into Natalie’s short red hair.

“It’s about time,” she sighed. “I wondered how long it would take. Do you have any idea what it does to me, being groped like that?” By you, she tactfully left off.

“Sorry. I’m kind of an idiot.”

“Yes, you are.”

“But I’ll make it up to you.”

Jordan had a feeling she would.

Natalie tugged Jordan’s panties down, and Jordan was suddenly on fire. Exposed. To her best friend. And that look on Natalie’s face ... the blatant admiration. Oh, gods. This was going to be a nightmare to navigate. How was she going to stop herself from giving herself away?

“You’re wet for me,” Natalie murmured, looking up.

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“I was being groped,” Jordan replied shakily. “Pretty thoroughly, if you remember. Of course I am.”

Though, maybe it was only half Natalie’s skill. Jordan had been so insanely pent up from these interactions. She had recognized it in an absent way—how couldn’t she feel unsatisfied after being groped then ignored?—but the insane, pulsing waves of relief that came with each stroke of Natalie’s tongue, each curl, her best friend’s tongue exploring around inside her, was almost mind-erasing. A burning ecstasy that Jordan’s few partners had never remotely been able to produce.

The pleasure shook her in more ways than one. The more literal—the way her hips bucked into Natalie’s face, carnal instincts desperately trying to get her tongue an inch deeper—but also in a more emotional way. It rattled what she thought she knew about herself. Her confidence that she could keep these feelings locked up. Because in a few short moments, Natalie had blown the gate wide open. Having big blues eyes stare up at her, a nose buried into her pelvis, Jordan’s previous thoughts of ‘taking it slow’ and ‘letting Natalie figure things out’ almost evaporated.

She should just say it. See what happened. Because she wanted more. She wanted this. Every day. Over and over.

It wasn’t fair.

Somehow, despite everything, she clung to the last shreds of rationality Natalie’s tongue hadn’t managed to destroy. The few bits of her mind that weren’t being erased by the waves of heat radiating from her core. No confessions. However much she wanted to.

She closed her eyes—Natalie’s face buried between her legs was too compromising a sight—then collapsed backward into the wall, choosing instead to bask in the experience in an abstract way. Not Natalie. That amazing sensation down there wasn’t Natalie. Easier to think about it that way. Less scorching, less intense, and, contradictorily, easier to enjoy because of it.

She didn’t have much chance of holding off.

The burning climax that crashed through her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Keeping quiet was impossible. She cried out, lower half shaking uncontrollably, shoving Natalie’s face deeper and hunching over, her entire body contracting with pleasure. Natalie gripped Jordan’s waist and coaxed her through it, eagerly, tongue-fucking Jordan through the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

“Fuck. Fuck me. So good. So good.” The words were incoherent. She whined them out, loudly, completely uncaring they were in a public bathroom. “Fuck me, Nat. Please. Fuck.”

Finally, a scorching, shaking minute later, Jordan collapsed against the wall, starting to slide down, her legs unable to support her. Natalie stood and helped, peppering her neck with kisses.

Laughing. She was laughing at her. Jordan supposed that was fair. Gods, she’d been taken apart, literally. Her entire body was a hot sludge.

“Wow,” Natalie laughed into her neck. “You should’ve told me earlier. You needed it that bad?”

Jordan tried to muster a glare, but her head was swimming. She settled for an aggravated huff.

When she’d half-way collected herself, she grabbed Natalie’s hips, then said pointedly, “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of it. This is your training session, remember?”