Jordan guided Natalie’s hands up to her chest, and Natalie squeezed lightly, prompted by Jordan.

  For a moment, Natalie just stood there, frozehoughts whiting out. She was hardly a virgin, and this was just some over-the-clothes groping, but it was Jordan. She had her hands on Jordan’s tits. Not some random hookup, but Jordan. Her best friend. It was so different from other enters as to be ical. It didn’t remotely pare.

  Jordaated, some of her amused nonce fading from her face, uainty repg it. Natalie realized she’d stayed frozen lohan appropriate. Any freezing at all had been inappropriate. This shouldn’t be something Natalie was awkward about.

  Natalie might be stunned, but if there was ohing she wouldn’t do, it was make Jordaant. It was Natalie’s job to take charge. That was how their dynamic always worked.

  Really, this was—bizarrely—the one exception to that rule. Jordan pursued this aspect of Natalie’s css with more dedication than even Natalie.

  She wondered why.

  Probably, she knew Natalie was weirded out by her css and wao ence her. Or maybe she wao make clear she was willing to help Natalie, and knew Natalie wouldn’t push Jordan into doing stuff like this by herself.

  Natalie pstered orademark sideways grin. She’d been told she had a ‘roguish appeal’. She prete wasn’t cultivated … but truthfully, it kind of was. Natalie wasn’t like Sofia, who needed perfect hair and a perfect outfit every time she went out, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care how people perceived her. Anyone who said that was lying to themselves. Natalie tried to keep lying to herself to a minimum.

  “Bet this isn’t how you thought our first day at Te would go,” Natalie joked. She tried to ignore how her hands were on Jordan’s tits, squeezing and kneading, and failed.

  “Sed day, teically,” Jordan murmured. Her face was scarlet—Natalie’s hands worked away, rubbing in a gentle rhythm. She had her bra on, and Natalie could feel it through her uniform. Maybe that was a good thing. It protected Natalie from melting dowirely.

  “Sed day,” Natalie said, rolling her eyes. “Whatever.”

  Could Jordahrough her? She always had been able to, before. She had to know what was happening to Natalie. Had to know the smirk and eager movements of her hands was a farce, and that Natalie was a few seds from catg fire. She was surprised she wasn’t radiating steam, right now.

  “My bra’s getting in the way,” Jordan said. “Go ahead and go from under.”

  Ah, shit.

  Well, Natalie had to keep the act up. Hesitating once had already made Jordan nervous, and this was Natalie’s cross to bear. She had to be the oally at ease, to help Jordahe same.

  Jordan had told her to ‘go from under’, but the uniform’s buttoop was too unwieldy for that. She popped opetons of the top half, exposing Jordan’s bra. It was a bck, cy thing … surprisingly fancy. She hadn’t dressed up for this, had she?

  Obviously not. What was Natalie thinking? She just guessed Jordan liked wearing cy bras. Never mind Natalie had seen Jordan half-dressed plenty of times before, and she’d always worn practical undergarments … pin ones, not cy. Maybe it was ce she’d worn something fancy today, despite knowing Natalie’s skill would progress, and it would probably result in … this.

  Her hands wiggled underh Jordan’s bra, and so Natalie had two handfuls of her best friend’s tits. Those hard nubs brushing against her fingers were Jordan’s nipples.

  Fasated—something primal overtaking Natalie—she pihem, making Jordan squeak in surprise.

  The noise did something to Natalie. The awkwardness and tension vanished. Natalie wao hear the sound again. Wao extract it.

  She pinched harder. Anasp, and Jordan arched her back. Her eyes widened, surprised as Natalie’s sudden boldness. Natalie leaned forward and bit Jordan’s lower lip, gently, then tugged it back with her teeth. Jordan closed her eyes and moahe noise washed across Natalie.

  “Nat?” Jordan gasped.

  Natalie pushed Jordan against the stall wall, pinning her. She stepped to the side so she could bury her upper thigh between Jordan’s legs. Provided that firm pressure, Jordan rubbed instinctively, bug her lower half into Natalie’s thigh. She froze, realizing what she’d done, but Natalie rubbed back. Jordan groaned, and Natalie captured the h her mouth. They kissed. Natalie’s hands massaged away at Jordan’s tits, flig and ping her nipples, kneading her and drowning in the sensation of Jordan’s soft skin.

  Did this t as groping? Natalie’s thigh pressed against Jordan’s pussy, which she was rubbing against? Not really … was the farce breaking, thehey just rubbing against each other for pleasure? Natalie couldn’t find it in herself to care.

  “Be thh, remember?” Jordan gasped, pulling back from the kiss. “Maybe … more energy.”

  With her groping, Jorda. Sure. She could do that.

  Natalie ed her hands around Jordan’s waist and turned her around, then tugged her down onto her p, sitting on the closed toilet seat. Jordan’s ass pressed into her cock, agonizing in the pressure it provided. Jordan rubbed bad forth, and this time, it was Natalie who groaned.

  One ha up, slithering bato Jordan’s bra, and tio py. The roped a more sensitive area.

  It was over yers of clothing, but Natalie had her hand on Jordan’s pussy. Rubbing. She was rubbing her best friend’s pussy, trying to get her off. That was normal, right? Just part of her css.

  Natalie wasn’t the only oeasing. Jordan humped bad forth, sliding her ass against Natalie’s cock. She couldn’t describe how good it felt. Their kisses had gotten her so worked up, she already felt close to bursting.

  As in, way too close. After so much forepy, and the general heat of the situation, Jordan rubbing her butt into Natalie’s cock had her moments from ing apart.

  “Jordan,” Natalie groaned. “I don’t think you should … yoing to …”

  Jordan moved Natalie’s hands away from her sensitive areas, then awkwardly repositioned herself, so she was on Natalie’s p, but fag her. She picked up speed, rubbing herself against Natalie’s crotch with reinvigorated passion.

  “Yoing to e for me?” Jordahed. “Is that what you’re trying to say? Yoing to empty yourself in your pretty little skirt, on the first day of css? For me? Go ahead. Do it.” She humped desperately against Natalie. The act was gohis wasn’t groping. This was Jordan coaxing out Natalie’s asm using her rog hips, rubbing herself into Natalie’s cock.

  She couldn’t resist. Not the sensation, not Jordan’s naughty words, spoken so breathlessly, and definitely not Jordan’s flushed face, eyes darkened with lust.

  Natalie grabbed Jordan’s waist and humped back. She barely sted a few more seds before it crashed into her. She shuddered, then groaned and arched her hips forward, finding as much pressure as she could against Jordan’s ass. Jorda grinding, milking her out with desperate motions.

  Natalie came. Her cock shot out sticky white strings into her panties, dampening the fabric, quickly dreng the outer yer, too. Her skirt. The one she’d had for an hour or two at most. Fuck, she was staining it. Her cock, and body, didn’t care. She emptied herself over and over, coaxed out by Jordan’s humping motions. She reached su unbelievable high she couldn’t believe the fire c through her veins. And how many times her cock seized and pumped. Every time she thought it was about to be over, Jordan worked out a few more twitches, desperate to milk her.

  Finally, Jordan’s motions stilled. Sticky warmth g to Natalie’s thighs and cock. There was a dark stain c an unfortunate amount of area. She’d soaked herself. And Jordan’s pants too, if less so.

  “Fuck,” Natalie groaned, ing down slowly, and staring at the dark spot. “Look what you did, Jordan.”