Natalie was taking it well, Jordan thought. Or, at least, she wasn’t freaking out. Outwardly. Inwardly, who knew what was happening? And to be fair, Jordan’s own posure extended only to the outside as well. Because she’d just told her best friend that she inteo bee her ‘endurance coach’. That she’d made it her personal goal to py with Natalie so frequently and thhly that she built up a stroao that sensitive member between her legs.

  And, with Natalie’s skill likely having run its course, it was time to make good on that promise. Jordan guided Natalie’s hand away—being rubbed down there also had Jordan’s thoughts promised, for obvious reasons—then put her hands on Natalie’s hips a her bright blue eyes with a serious gaze.

  “So,” Jordan said. “There’s no reason to dawdle. This’ll be session one.”

  Unfortunately, Jordan’s calm tone could only set Natalie at ease so much. At the annou, her eyes widened.

  “Now?” She hesitated. “Are you sure, Jay?”

  “What? You aren’t fortable with it?”

  “It’s not that I’m not,” Natalie said, incredulous. Then, she blushed, as if she hadn’t meant to give away how much she was okay with it. In a lower tone of voice, she insisted, “But you. You’re fine? With that? With me?”

  “I feel I’ve made that clear,” Jordan replied coolly.

  “But … why?”

  That was a dangerous question. “You’re overthinking it, Nat. It’s just some fun. We be … best friends with bes.”

  ‘Best friends with bes’. And the differeween that and being girlfriends was what, exactly?

  Jordan obviously didn’t voice the question. But really … the way Natalie nodded slowly, as if her expnation made perfect sense. Knowing this irritating girl, a few weeks from now, she’d be stuffing Jordan full, sppiween her legs with desperate jerks, filling up her sixth and bringing Jordan to climax in a ‘perfectly ptonic way’.

  She tried not to fidget at the imagery. It had invaded a bit too easily for fort. But by the ways things were progressing, it might happen. This might result iually, going all the way. What would that be like? Having Natalie inside her? Jordan hadn’t ever cared much for phallic objects, but when Natalie was the one wielding it, the idea suddenly had much more appeal. To a burning, dizzying degree.

  “Best friends with bes,” Natalie finally said. “Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense.”

  Only to her it would.

  But Jordan’s pn had worked. She could hardly be mad.

  “But still,” Natalie said. “I feel like you’re doing too much to help me.”

  “Theurn the favor here and there,” Jordan said, rolling her eyes.

  The words just … slipped from her. She was worked up from Natalie’s groping session. It took visible effort to repress the wince. But, they’d been said. No taking them back.

  “Return the favor?”

  “Just a joke,” Jordan said, shrugging, trying to brush past it. “So. Do you want my hands or mouth first?”

  The distra should have worked. Instead, Natalie’s gaze stayed locked to her, almost predatory.

  Natalie stepped forward, pushing Jordan with her body. Jordan pressed into the stall’s wall, and Natalie loomed over her, the height difference being suddenly apparent. Natalie had several inches on her, and was strooo—Jordan had always admired those defined biceps.

  “Return the favor,” Natalie repeated. The expression on her face was so intense Jordan’s breath caught. “Jay. Do you wao fuck you?”

  Her brain bnked out.

  What?

  Where had this e from?

  Yes, Natalie was fident, and this robably how she acted around most girls. But she’d been so hesitant with Jordan. Well. Mostly. Not always. But still.

  Staring up at Natalie, her trol started to slip. She started panting, heart rag, as she looked into Natalie’s blue eyes and failed to find a response. She probably should aaffected. That was for the best. But she couldn’t.

  “I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?” Natalie asked, voice low. “Of course you get worked up. Here you’ve been helping me, and I’ve ed you.” She leaned an inch closer. “I’ll make up for it, starting now. So. Do you wao fuck you, Jay?”

  Jordan shivered, pressed into the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling dizzy from hoidly the dynamic had ged. So. This was Natalie when she was on the hunt. When Jordan had slotted—thought not sciously—as ‘romantic partner’ and not ‘best friend’.

  Natalie leaned close, murmuring into Jordan’s ear. “Answer me, Jay.”

  “Y-Yes.” She couldn’t have stopped the response if she’d tried.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Nat. I want you to fuck me.”

  “With my hands or mouth?”

  She’d thrown the question back at her—the one Jordan had asked not a minute ago. Fair py.

  “Mouth.” The response came out shaky. “I want your tongue inside me.”

  Natalie kissed the side of Jordan’s neck. “Good. Thank you for telling me.” Another kiss, higher up, on her jawline. Finally, she pressed oo Jordan’s lips, slow and soft, which had something ing apart inside her. “From now on, you tell me when you want something. Friends with bes. That works two ways. Uand?”

  What had Jordan done? She would never be able to survive this arra. Maybe she could take care of Natalie without falling apart, but the reverse?

  “Do you uand?” Natalie repeated.

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Good.”

  O kiss, then Natalie got down on her khe sight almost made Jordan faint.

  Natalie’s fingers went to Jordan’s pants. “The’s get these off. It’s time to return the favor.”