Natalie unbuttoned her top pants button, hands shaking. sidering that this wasn’t anything sexual, she didn’t uand why her hands were shaking. She was just providing proof.

  Halfway from shuffling her pants down, about to tug her pao her knees, she froze.

  Her cock.

  It was hardening.

  “Um,” Natalie said.

  Why was she getting hard? She wasn’t aroused. This was … strictly practical in nature. She wao prove her bizarre circumstao Jordan.

  Jordan’s eyes were locked to it. She saw how Natalie’s panties were bulging upward as her coappropriately, and without reason—filled the fabric out.

  Natalie was mortified. How would she expin this? The proof had been given, at least, without even needing to finish undressing. Because what else would be shoving her panties upward, straining the fabric? But getting hard, in front of Jordan. What excuses did she have?”

  Jordan gave one for her. “It’s just … a natural rea,” she said, eyes finally wreng up to Natalie, as if she’d o tear them away. Like before, Natalie was ensnared by Jordan’s uanding eyes. No judgments, there. Jordan had always been a hard girl to fluster. “Keep going? I want to see.”

  Natalie hesitated, but did as she was told. Her cock finished filling out, and as much as to fulfill Jordan’s request, she pulled her panties down to get a sense of what she herself was in for. Because while she’d seen herself soft, tucked into her pants, she hadn’t gotten a ce to i it in ah.

  Her cock sprung forward, esg their fabrifines. Six inches of girl cock stood proudly at attention, veiny and throbbing in anticipation—(anticipation? Nothing like that would be happening)—and twitg under Jordan’s wide-eyed appreciation.

  Appreciation? No, that wasn’t the right word, even if it looked like it, and Natalie had a good read on Jordan’s expression. It was just fasation. I of a reserved sort.

  “Wow,” Jordan said. “A-Architect. You … really do.”

  “Um.” Natalie had seen her member once before, and had a short time to adjust, so she wasn’t quite as surprised as Jordan … but still, of course, not at ease with the whole situation. “Yeah. I really do. Not making stuff up.”

  A cock. Her css had given her a cock.

  “Is it …?” Jordan shook her head.

  “What?”

  “Nothing.”

  “What?”

  “I was going to say … is it sensitive? It works?”

  “Um. I mean. Yeah. I think. I ’t really … ?”

  “Go ahead. Test it.” Jordan’s eyes were wide, and she was blushing. “We o figure out what’s going on. I promised you we would, didn’t I?”

  Right. She had. Jordan was just helping her figure out the crazy circumstances of her css-bestowal.

  Did her cock work like a normal one? By its realistic sculpting, and pulsing, veiny hardness, Natalie would guess yes. But she couldn’t know for sure, until she’d tested it.

  She ed a hand around it. She tried to ighe reality of the situation. That she was sitting there, on Jordan’s bed, with her co her hand. She also tried to ignore just how … enraptured Jordan looked. That was just fasation in her eyes, right? Natalie could’ve sworn it was … lust … but that couldn’t be right. Why would Jordan be excited by what she was seeing? Natalie’s cock was thinking for her. Iing things from her own lust.

  Her own lust. She o trol that. However excited she was by this, it was her cock thinking for her. She and Jordan were just figuring things out. She repeated it to herself like a mantra.

  Her ha up, then down, bung sensitive flesh around her cock head. Natalie sucked in a breath of air.

  “Y-Yeah. It’s, uh. Definitely funal.” The pumping motion had sericity up her spine. Was it even more sensitive than normal? Were all cocks like this?

  “Huh.” Jordan’s blush ronounced, now, and she’d watched Natalie’s hand go up and down with a rapt fasation. She shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts, then looked back up at Natalie. “What do you think it means?”

  “Means?” It was hard to think with Jordan looking at her like that. And with her co her hand.

  “That … your css gave it to you. You think you’ll o … use it?”

  Jordan ying catch-up on things Natalie had already puzzled over.

  Except, Jordan made the same realization Natalie had, and probably faster. She tinued, “Because you advance your harvest skill, right? So it goes from … kissing, to more?”

  “I think so.”

  Jordan stared at her for a long moment. “Then … we should test the theory.” She shuffled across the bed, and before Natalie had the opportunity tister what was happening, Jordan was straddling her p.

  Her p.

  Where her cock was.

  Jordan was sitting on her cock. Sure, there were yers of clothing in the way … but still. That pressure on her sensitive member was Jordan’s ass.

  “If that’s fine?” Jordahed.

  What was happening? Where had this e from? She and Jordan weren’t ied in each other like that. They weren’t. Jordan was just experimenting. Helping Natalie figure out her css, and what her harvest ability did.

  Either way, Natalie was as caught up in the moment as Jordan. Her hands went to Jordan’s waist, and though she felt like she was on fire, she gri her friend. Her hrummed through her, but they emboldened her. Ay had always had the opposite effect it should … it spurred her forward, ing a o prove something to herself. She didn’t like how Jordan’s proximity was engulfing her, makiomach squirm. Or the way she was so fused by what was happening. She wao take charge.

  So her hands dipped even further, then slid behind Jordan, so she had Jordan’s ass in her hands. She tugged the irl forward, bringing Jordan’s face, and their bodies, scorgly close. It also had her lower body sliding against Natalie’s cock, too, which almost wrenched a groan from her lips—something she barely forced down.

  “Yeah,” Natalie murmured. “Let’s find out.”

  Jordan took Natalie’s fa her hands, then closed the st inch.

  Soft lips pressed into Natalie’s own. Her mind was on fire, immediately. Natalie wasn’t o this, but she wasn’t the most experienced, either. And definitely, she’d never experiehis pounding in her chest. Not at this iy. The fact it was Jordan—her best friend—kissing her erased her thoughts. Natalie leaned forward into the kiss, needing more. She pried open Jordan’s mouth, who eagerly reciprocated.

  Somewhere in the back of her head, Natalie reized the skill ought to work with any sort of kiss, though maybe give less ‘energy’. So why were they getting so worked up? Why were the two of them expl each other’s mouths so fervently? Sharing saliva and wrestling their tongues?

  Jordan’s hips bucked forward, sliding her lower half against Natalie’s cock. This time, heated by the sloppiness of their kiss, she couldn’t stop herself. She groaned into Jordan’s mouth, the fri of Jordan’s pants too inteo ignore.

  The two of them froze.

  The noise of pleasure had broken the moment.

  “Shit, my parents,” Jordan whispered, pulling bad gng at the doorway. Her cheeks were flushed, and her pupils blown out. She anting iement. So was Natalie. Jordan looked back. “Um.” She shook her head, then climbed off Natalie. “S-Sorry. I got … I got caught up.”

  “That’s fair.” Natalie was doing her best to keep her posure. She’d always taken the lead in … just about everything. This might’ve been the first time Jordan had been so assertive. She guessed the insanity of her css had mixed things up. They were both fused, right now. “Sorry about,” Natalie gestured, not saying it directly. The moan. Because it’d been kind of loud. Jordan’s parents probably hadn’t heard, but it had definitely been a reminder of what they were doing, and where.

  The scorg heat of the mome. Natalie tugged up her panties, ign the way her cock pulsed, teased then ignored. She buttoned her pants, bringing herself baodesty. Natalie couldn’t believe what had happehe kiss, as much as how she’d exposed herself to Jordan … and how Jordan had been rubbing herself against Natalie. Against … her cock.

  “But, it, uh, worked?” Jordan asked.

  Natalie seized the distra. It was why they’d done all that, after all. Just experimenting.

  She checked.