2.27 –  Jordan IV


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


    <em>She </em>was supposed to be the one in the control. For their entire rtionship, 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?” <em>By you</em>, 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 tant 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.


    Especially when she said something like <em>that</em>?


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


    Natalie kissed just above her pussy, pressing soft lips into her skin. A shaky groan escaped the back of Jordan’s throat. Natalie. Natalie’s mouth had just been a few inches from her.


    And … shortly … so much more.


    “Still,” Natalie said. “You. You’re wet. For me.”


    Natalie waited, as if expecting a response, but Jordan found she had nothing to say. Or, rather, opening her mouth would result in her saying things she’d rather not.


    Natalie pressed another kiss, this time lower down.


    Her best friend’s lips pressed into her pussy. Jordan’s brain whited out. Thest vestiges of her control vanished. She pressed down on Natalie’s head, turning a gentle kiss into a much firmer pressure, burying Natalie’s mouth against her pussy. The sensation was agonizing.


    “You said you’d fuck me. Please. Do it. I need you inside me.”


    Natalie obliged. Her lips parted, and, blessedly forgoing any further teasing, quested out into Jordan. Her powerful tongue dug into her.


    The sight, almost as much as the sensation, almost had Jordaning apart, just like that. The moment she went inside. Jordan realized she’d been more than ‘a little worked up’. She’d needed this so <em>badly</em>.


    And by the expression on Natalie’s face, her best friend realized it, too. However clueless she’d been earlier, she was catching on. And … damn her. Those blue eyes were smirking, dering just how <em>much </em>she knew. How easily Jordan was being taken apart by her tongue. From an idiot to seeing through her in an instant. And Natalie exploited the vulnerability happily. She worked eagerly at making Jordan squirm.


    Just friends, Jordan reminded herself.


    This situation so wasn’t fair. Just friends? So ridiculous. But Jordan would take what she could get.


    In this case, Natalie’s head between her legs. Which, admittedly, wasn’t ‘settling’ for any meaning of the word. As Natalie had bragged, she was, indeed, ‘pretty good with her tongue’.


    As in, unfairly so.


    Though, maybe it was only half Natalie’s skill. Jordan had been so <em>insanely </em>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 thest 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 toopromising a sight—then copsed 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 uncontrobly, 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 <em>good</em>.” The words were incoherent. She whined them out, loudly,pletely uncaring they were in a public bathroom. “Fuck me, Nat. Please. Fuck.”


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


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


    “Wow,” Natalieughed into her neck. “You should’ve told me earlier. You needed it <em>that </em>bad?”


    Jordan tried to muster a re, 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 <em>your </em>training session, remember?”