“In my defense,” Jordan said. “I didn’t know you’d create this much of a mess.”

  Natalie stayed colpsed on the closed toilet seat, uo move—the heat that had washed through her had left her immobile, exhausted. Jordan’s humping hips had drawn something out of her she’d never experienced.

  “Right,” Natalie said. “And what did you think would happen, again?”

  Her skirt was horribly stained. It radiated from her mid thigh and down to between her legs, some of the squishy darkness even reag over to her . Jordan had stirred it around with her motions. And, she was right. Natalie had cum a lot. More than even in the shower, which had already been more than normal—not that she would know, but sheesh, it made a mess.

  How couldn’t she have put out more than usual? When it’d been Jordan making it happen?

  “And I figured having you finish might give more energy,” Jordan said. “That’s why I did that.”

  Her cheeks were flushed. Natalie thought it was an odd reasoning, but she accepted it instantly. “That makes sense,” she said. “But look at my skirt, Jordan.”

  “Look at my pants,” she pointed out. “I hardly escaped.”

  Jordan’s uniform pants were stained, if not remotely as much as Natalie’s skirt. Fuck, that was Natalie’s cum c Jordan. The idea thrilled through her, almost intense enough to start hardening agaie how thhly she’d been milked.

  “But it’s fine,” Jordan said. She started unraveling toilet paper and stuffing it down her pants. She dabbed at the dark spot, w at colleg the wetness. “Mine isn’t horrible. O dries, I’ll go grab one of your other skirts, and you ge. We’ll be fine.”

  Natalie started ing herself up. However mind-blowing that finish had been, it had resulted in a horrible inve situation. Did cum stain? It had to. Fuck, she was seriously soaked down there. If it did stain, then Natalie was down a skirt.

  After having ed themselves up best they could, Jordan leaned against the stall wall. Natalie stayed seated. She was still a bit shaky.

  “So,” Jordan said. “Gotta wait things out, let it dry. Guess we talk in the meantime.”

  Talk? Natalie froze. Talk about what?

  “How muergy did you get?” Jordan asked.

  Oh. That. Not … anything else. Not ‘them’. Were they really ign what had happehough?

  Well … Natalie supposed there wasn’t anything to talk about. Just another session to help Natalie earn energy. It’d gotten carried away, but not for any special reasons. Just some lust. They were only human.

  ***

  al Energy: 18

  ***

  Natalie’s eyebrows went up. “Wow,” she said. “Eighteen.”

  “Four times higher yield,” Jordan said. “Think it’s because … you finished?” She gestured at Natalie’s crotch. “That was what I was testing, after all.”

  There was a nervouso Jordan’s words, distinctly uncharacteristiatalie ig.

  “Maybe.” Natalie huffed. “No baseline. But still, four times more is pretty good.”

  Jordan’s tension eased, Natalie not addressing her flimsy excuse for what had happened. “It was a good choice to rush for that upgrade, then.”

  “We thought it would be.” Obviously, advang the skill that earned energy for other skills would be the best choice from an efficy standpoint. Sure, Natalie had been given no additional strength, as she might have gotten by upgrading her illusion skill, but it meant she could advaher skills faster, now. “Do we ght for the third tier?”

  Jordan bit her lip. “I wouldn’t think you just keep rushing it over and over. You’ll want to work on other skills. I bet your upgrade will take much longer, but the others are still cheap.”

  “To ence even distribution.”

  “Yeah. Maybe you should—“

  The bathroom door shoved open, bringing with it the ambient noises of the barracks. Jordan’s eyes widehey’d picked this bathroom because it was out of the way. This was the first visitor the eime they’d been here. They had assumed they wouldn’t have any.

  “Get your feet up,” Jordan whispered. She shuffled into pce, in front of the toilet, and turned around.

  Natalie tugged her feet up, putting her shoes ooilet seat. She uood what Jordan was going for—this way, there was only one pair of feet to see uhe stall door, in proper position. Not a perfect solution, seeing how Jordan’s pants weren’t down around her ankles as they should be, but hopefully that wouldn’t be noticed. Or, even if so, it wasn’t the strahing in the world to be sitting ooilet, clothed. Odd, definitely. But not enough to draw suspi, like two pairs of feet.

  Unfortunately, Jordan’s quick thinki Jordan’s ass was now shoved right in front of Natalie’s face.

  Fuck, the Te uniform really showed off her curves.

  Natalie’s cock started to harden. She looked away, embarrassed. They’d already performed their … energy gathering … for the day, so Natalie couldn’t hide behind that excuse. Plus, she’d beey thhly drained. She didn’t need a sed session.

  They stayed like that, awkwardly, until the woma. They were alone ihroom.

  Jordan leaned back against the the stall door. Natalie put her feet down. Her cock pushed against her skirt, making an obvious bulge. Flushing, Natalie adjusted it so it sat down, less noticeable. Jordan quirked an eyebrow at her.

  “Hey,” Natalie said. “It’s not my fault you’ve got two girls’ worth of ass.”

  Like usual, Natalie’s embarrassment had spurred her on. She almretted the words, but then Jordan smirked.

  “You say that, but you didn’t pay it much attention, did you? You were supposed to be thh with yroping.”

  “I was going to,” Natalie said pointedly, “but then you turned around and started humping me, if you haven’t fotten.”

  Jordan shrugged, nont. “Be quicker ime.” She brushed forward. “As we were saying, though. Pig your skill. I’ve been w—do you think making it bigger does anything?”

  “Uh. What do you mean?”

  “More than just size. [Heavy onry] has to have a practical effect, tht? Maybe something that’s not stated ht? Plenty of skills are like that.”

  “No clue.”

  “It would make sehough, I haven’t a clue what the effect would be. Maybe a bigger tool gives more energy?”

  “So you think I should go for that ?”

  “Probably not,” Jordan admitted. “Just musing. I think you should put a bit into Harvest, see how much it advahen, if it’s a long ways away, work on upgrading everything else from oo two. Or … we’ll make that judgment ter. But we o know how far frression three you are.” She paused. “I wonder what the ‘tier’ is.”

  From ‘fondling’. Natalie could see a few possibilities. Oral? asm of any sort? Straight to peion? Maybe something more specific, like a thighjob.

  Fuck, a thighjob. Would Jorda her? Natalie really, really shouldn’t think about it.

  Natalie closed her eyes, then did as Jordan suggested, funneling energy to [al Harvest]. Only a few points … and the image of pink liquid sloshing into an orb appeared in her mind. It barely scratched the surface. She opened her eyes.

  “It’s like you said,” Natalie said. “A few points barely did anything.”

  “Then you might as well work on your other skills. You’ll need more partners before you have a reasonable way to reach the Harvest tier.”

  More partners. Yeah … she still o figure out how she was going to go about that.