3.28 – Camp


    The team set up camp efficiently. Though they had brought tents should they arrive to a biome that needed them, the Wispwood was a moderate enough climate they weren’t necessary. So, after setting up a fire and their sleeping bags, they ate their respective meals then settled down for the night.


    Natalie got the first shift. It wasn’tmon for the dungeon to send monsters after sleeping delvers, but it happened. More than that, enemy delvers could wander onto them. Which would be just about their luck. So, best to have somebody ready to sound the rm.


    She posted up on a log a short distance away. Being away from the smoldering fire helped keep cold, which kept her alert. After the past hours, exhaustion was doing its best to lull her to sleep.


    More than the cold air, though, her thoughts were what prevented her from dozing off. She wasn’t quite as furious as she’d been in the direct aftermath of the event, but her thoughts had far from steadied, either.


    Twenty minutes before her hour-and-a-half shift ended, a figure stirred from inside the camp. Natalie nced over to see Jordan extricating herself from her sleeping bag. Natalie frowned. Her shift wasn’t over yet, so why? She needed her sleep as much as the rest of them.


    “Couldn’t sleep?” she asked when Jordan had wandered over.


    “That,” Jordan said. “Also started to feel a bit pointless. Would just make my shift harder.”


    Natalie nodded in sympathy. Jordan had gotten the second shift of the watch, which was arguably the worst. Getting to sleep for an hour and a half, then having to wake up and stand watch—it sucked. Natalie had gotten lucky; first andst shifts were the best.


    Jordan settled onto the log next to her, and they sat infortable silence for a few moments. Natalie could intuit Jordan hadn’te over just to relieve her from her shift early. She wanted to talk.


    “You’ve still stewing,” Jordan finally said. “I can tell.”


    Natalie sighed. She’d expected something of the sorts. Jordan always had to be so … level headed and reasonable.


    “Can’t you just let me be mad?” Natalie asked. “For once?”


    “I know what happened sucked, but all things considered, we’re fine. We really are. There’s no reason to dwell on it.”


    “You can’t be suggesting we just forget about it.”


    “Not <em>forget</em>,” Jordan said. “I’m not that forgiving, either. But for now, what happened, happened.” She chewed her lip. “And what I’m really worried about is that you’ll turn something that’s frustrating, but ultimately doesn’t matter, into something that does.”


    “And that means?”


    “I don’t know if we should retaliate,” Jordan said. “With Elida. She said it herself. This was because of Liz. It doesn’t have anything to do with us.”


    “Her group <em>attacked </em>ours.”


    “But not us, specifically,” Jordan said. “It sounds ridiculous, but it’s also true. We were just there. Liz’s teammates.”


    Natalie’s annoyance spiked. “Okay, but that’s not changing any time soon, is it?”


    “No,” Jordan said, “and so we’ll probably have simr issues. But it won’t ever be <em>us </em>that’s targeted. We aren’t her enemies, her real ones, and we should keep it that way.” She poked Natalie on the shoulder. “It sucks, but it’s true. We don’t want a major house as an enemy this early into the semester. We need to take this one on the chin. If it gets worse … we’ll figure something out.”


    Natalie clenched and unclenched her hands, then looked away. “You’re probably right.” Not that it sat well with her.


    “Plus,” Jordan said, bumping shoulders, “I don’t like seeing you all stormy and brooding. It’s not you. And our first long delve was supposed to be exciting. A good day. So put all this to the side, at least until we’re back at campus. Let’s keep looking forward.”


    “Easier said than done,” Natalie muttered. She didn’t have the same control over her emotions as Jordan. How her friend could manage to so easily shelve something so <em>infuriating</em> was almost frustrating in its own right.


    “I know,” Jordan said. “But it really is for the best.”


    They sat in silence for a few moments.


    “I’ve got an idea to cheer you up, then,” Jordan said. “I think you need some stress relief.”


    Jordan slid a hand down Natalie’s inner thigh, and the sudden action caught her so off guard she nearly jumped to her feet. The exhaustion weighing her down vanished, heart abruptly mming in her chest.


    Natalie looked at the sleeping forms of her teammates, two dozen feet or so away. “Here?” she asked incredulously. “Now?”


    Jordan’s rubbed at her thigh, not discouraged. “Sure. How else am I supposed to cheer you up?” The edges of her lips curled into a smirk. “And you still need to gather energy, don’t you? No point in being wasteful. Once a day.”


    “But they’re <em>right there.</em>”


    “I thought <em>you </em>were the bold one,” Jordan teased. “Scared to have some fun in front of friends, now?”


    Her hand dipped lower, rubbing against a bulge that was quickly filling out Natalie’s pants. The thick leather armor meant there wasn’t much sensation, but the thrill of the situation still had electricity shooting up her spine.


    “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jay,” Natalie said. “They’ll wake up.”


    “Only if you’re loud. Guess you’ll have to work on being quiet, won’t you?”


    Jordan stopped teasing her thigh. She shimmied up to her, pressing her breasts into Natalie’s arm, then cupped her cock, pressing her palm firmly into it. Natalie let out a shaky breath, and even that felt excruciatingly loud in the mostly silent forest. Were her teammates deep sleepers? That felt like something she shouldn’t just <em>hope</em> for.


    “I think I can use an illusion,” Natalie said. “To block the noise out. Or dampen it.”


    “You can?”


    “Maybe. Haven’t tried, but when ites to using my skills in certain ways, they tend to be … lenient.”


    “Your ss will do anything to get youid,” Jordan said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah. I remember.”


    Jordan stood, then knelt down in front of Natalie, and the sight of her best friend on her knees, fingers heading for her belt, nearly made her dizzy.


    “Not that I’mining,” Jordan said. “Really, I’m just as lucky, since I’m the one who gets to y with it. Helps me as much as you.”


    At the clinking sound of Jordan working away at Natalie’s belt, Natalie decided she had to, for once, be the reasonable one. She wasn’t sure if the illusion would work, but seeing how Jordan was apparently interested in doing this regardless of consequences, she better try <em>something</em>.


    The illusion settled into ce. Creating sounds was an easy task, as were simple images—especially with how she’d advanced the skill from progression I to II—but <em>negating </em>sound was a bit more of a problem. Not something she’d tried to do before. The idea had arrived from its sudden need.


    “At least test it,” Natalie said. “You—you subus.”


    Her pants were off, now, with Natalie’s panties struggling to keep her cock controlled. It strained desperately upward, not hiding much. Her shaft was clearly visible through the tent, and her tip leaked liquid, darkening the fabric. She probably should start wearing boxers or something. Just … the look of admiration Jordan always gave it, seeing it trapped and angry inside the delicate fabric, made up for the impracticality of continuing to wear panties.


    “Test what?”


    “If it blocks sound.”


    Jordan nced toward the sleeping figures of their friends, though she couldn’t see the image-less sound barrier Natalie had made. “You did it?” She looked back to Natalie’s crotch, pursed her lips, then got off her knees and walked toward camp.


    With Jordan having arrived at the other side of the illusion, Natalie snapped her fingers.


    Jordan tilted her head. “Works. Can’t hear that.”


    Natalie snapped louder, then tested a few sentences of varying volume. Afterward, Jordan said, “I can <em>kind of </em>hear you, but it’s good enough. Heavily dampened.”


    She got back down in front of Natalie.


    “So, just don’t get <em>too</em> enthusiastic,” Jordan said. A devious smile slipped onto her lips. “Though to be extra mean—and since I’m trying to cheer you up—I think I’m going to let you finally use my mouth. So, good luck with that.”


    A/N: I saw somements where people thought Natalie and Jordan were on daily blowjob status. Just to rify, Jordan teased her about using her mouth, but never actually did—she was trying to distract Natalie. I realize that bit of dialogue was unclear, so for those who assumed that, here’s the rification.