4.20 – Bet I


    The next day arrived, and sses dragged on like they always did. While the first part of the day Natalie would even say she looked forward to—and post-ss delves too—the few hours after lunch dedicated to academics were the slowest by far.


    Jordan hadmented once that she ‘kind of enjoyed’ the lull between the more action packed segments of their schedule, but Natalie didn’t agree in the slightest. For all Jordan was her best friend, Natalie could easily admit that she was a bit of a nerd. Usually the words ‘adventurer’ and ‘nerd’bined to make mages, like Ana, but Jordan, as a rogue, bucked that trend.


    Her professors droned on, and Natalie fidgeted away in her seat, unable to pay attention. Her thoughts honed in on a few topics in particr. The obvious ones. Sofia, Liz, and Jordan—her shifting rtionships with each of them.


    But, at least in this moment, one person in particr was dominating Natalie’s mind. Her white-haired rival, sitting to the left of her. Namely, Natalie was thinking about how she wanted to use her recently earned reward. Which was to say, how she wanted to use Sofia. For the next week—or around six days, now—Natalie could order her to do anything she wanted.


    There were limits to that, both in what Natalie would feel too much of a jerk for doing, and for what Sofia would tolerate herself, but Natalie got the feeling the limits were wide rather than thin. Like Natalie herself, Sofia took bets seriously. Since Natalie had won, Sofia would see her promised reward through to any reasonable length—and possibly some unreasonable ones. Natalie would have fulfilled the bet the same way, though it had been a pointless wager on her end, since she’d known with total certainty she’d never have lost to Sofia. Not in <em>that </em>challenge.


    Her boredom peaking, Natalie made up her mind. She tore off a corner of paper from her notebook, then scribbled something down. She slid it over to Sofia discreetly. Jordan didn’t even seem to notice, sitting to Natalie’s right.


    ‘Meet me in the restroom. You go first. I’ll follow in a minute.’


    Sofia stared at the paper for a moment, then scribble something back. She returned the note.


    ‘Are you serious? We’re in ss.’


    ‘So? I’m not asking. I’m telling.’


    Sofia’s expression soured at that, which made Natalie smirk. The white-haired girl obeyed, first tidying up her desk, then standing quietly and heading for the lecture hall door. Obviously, nobody thought twice of it; people came and went during lectures with fair regrity.


    A minuteter, Natalie followed.


    She met Sofia in the restroom. The white-haired girl was standing there, arms crossed, looking annoyed. The restroom was fortunately empty.


    “We don’t have time for this,” Sofia said. “We’re supposed to be in ss.”


    “I’ve got a week where you’re mine, and I n to use it well,” Natalie said. “Plus, I think I was dying in there. Who actually cares about all that garbage?”


    “And what is it, exactly, you have nned?” Sofia demanded.


    Natalie smirked, then walked to thest stall in the set. She set the seat down and sat on it.


    “I’m a bit pent up,” Natalie said. “I think it’s time you returnst night’s favor.”


    The words hung in the air.


    “Favor?” Sofia finally asked, a hint of incredulity. She apparently disagreed whether it could be called that. Then, she shook her head. “Nat, we don’t have time for this. If we’re gone too long, people will notice.”


    “Only if we’re gone too long,” Natalie said. “If it’s only a few minutes, then nobody’ll think twice of it. Ten, though? Fifteen? Twenty? They’ll <em>really </em>wonder what we were up to.” Natalie shrugged. “So, I guess it depends on how quickly you can finish me off. What was it you said? ‘It can’t be that hard’? So go ahead and prove it.”


    “Nat.”


    “Times ticking.”


    “If we’re gone that long, they’ll <em>know,</em>” Sofia hissed.


    Natalie didn’t think anyone would pay that close attention, but she didn’t contradict Sofia—the paranoia worked in her favor.


    “So you better get going. Again, ‘it can’t be that hard’, right?”


    A grimace indicated that Sofia was probably regretting that im, but she doubled down anyway. “I mean, it can’t be. Especially with … your thing. It’s even easier.”


    “Okay. So let’s see it.” Natalie sat on the closed toilet seat and waited.


    Sofia stared at her for a long moment, then visibly resigned herself—though with a punctuating re.


    “So?” Sofia asked. “What do you want, then?”


    Natalie shrugged. “I told you. To get off. But you’re taking the lead. Do whatever you want. Do <em>me </em>however you want.” She smirked. “That’s the whole point. We can be out of here slower or faster. But I don’t really care. It’s your call.”


    Sofia crossed her arms. “If you think we’re doing anything more than me touching you, you’re insane.”


    “Obviously,” Natalie said. “There’s no way you’d work up the nerve. You want to, but you’re too much of a coward.”


    “<em>Coward?</em> What makes you think I <em>want </em>to do this?”


    “You don’t?” Natalie asked. “Could’ve fooled me. I’ve been catching you looking a lot, ever since yesterday.” The smug look Natalie sent Sofia’s way said that she saw through her objections, and Sofia’s face burned even hotter.


    “You’re insufferable,” Sofia said, finally getting down onto her knees in front of Natalie—an action that had her heart skipping a beat. “We were getting along better, for a bit there. Now you’re the most annoying woman to exist, again. What happened?”


    “I’m the annoying one?” Natalie asked, amused rather than irritated. Normally Sofia could get under her skin without even trying, but with her on her knees? About to service her? Natalie was in a harder-to-irritate mood than usual. “And I think we’re getting along just fine like this,” Natalie said. “Having you on your knees is pretty endearing. I think it’s where you belong.”


    “Don’t be gross,” Sofia said. “Don’t forget that I’m just holding up my end of the bet.”


    For a moment, Sofia eyed the tent pitched in Natalie’s skirt—not quite with apprehension, but maybe something close.


    Natalie sensed she needed encouragement. Or maybe ‘goading’ was the better term. “Wasting time, princess. Our ssmates are gonna wonder what’s up.”


    Sofia gave her a disdainful look, which made Natalie’s heart flutter—she would analyze <em>that </em>reactionter—before Sofia’s expression resolved. She reached for the hem of Natalie’s skirt and flipped the fabric up, revealing Natalie’s cock, stiff and straining against her panties.