Jordan’s haured down Natalie’s skirt, seizing six inches id girlcoatalie gasped at the suddenness of the movement, and the fact Jordan’s hand was on her cock. This was happening, then. Her best friend was going to jerk her off.

  “After making fun of me,” Jordan murmured, the two of them still close. “You better do a better job than me of holding off.”

  “S-Sure.” Because the purpose of this was a training session. Natalie o learn how not to give in to the pulsing waves of pleasure that came with a girl stroking her. “I do that. No big deal.”

  Jordan quirked an eyebrow at Natalie’s fake bravado, and Natalie grinned back at her. A firm squeeze had some of that fidence draining, and a groan esg her lips, but she kept her defenses up.

  Even if it was Jordan’s hand on her cock.

  She supposed it was good from a training perspective. Because she doubted there was anyone in the world who could set her on fire like Jordan could.

  Because … they were friends. This wasn’t something friends normally did. It was the trast that set her on fire. That made sense, right?

  Jordan pushed Natalie fently, so that Natalie wasn’t pinning her against the wall any longer. Her hand escaped the fines of her skirt, then grabbed the bottom and flipped it up, revealing Natalie’s bulging panties—and her cock stig out from the top.

  “Hold.”

  Natalie did as instructed, holding her bunched up skirt near her stomach. Jordan pulled her panties dow, letting Natalie’s painfully erect cock spring out.

  Jordan got down on her khe a had Natalie’s heart smming.

  “Don’t get too excited,” Jordan teased. “Just getting fortable.”

  “O-Obviously.”

  She hadn’t thought Jordan was going to take her in her mouth. It’d just … seemed that way for a sed.

  Just her hands. That was what their training session would sist of. The earlier offer of Jordan using her mouth had been to distraatalie.

  Grabbing Natalie’s cock, Jordan started pumping. Natalie shivered, then shuffled over so she could lean against the wall. Easier that way. Supp herself wasn’t simple, being attacked by the radiating waves of heat that came with each jerk of Jordan’s grip.

  “We really o get a room,” Jordan ented. “Not that we , but …” She shook her head. “How loud was I?”

  How loud had she been? When Natalie had beeing her out? “Pretty loud.”

  “Don’t sound so smug about it.”

  “I ’t take pride in my skills?”

  “No.” A sed ter, she smirked. “It’s undylike.”

  Natalie raised her eyebrows. “Uh huh. What about my cock? Is that undylike, too?”

  “No. She’s perfectly demure. A polite young dy.”

  Natalie ughed. It was interrupted with a lewd noise esg her, Jordan’s tight grip elig a particurly intense spike of pleasure.

  “Fuck, that feels good, Jay.”

  “I’m doing fihen?”

  “More than fine.”

  She smiled up at Natalie, pleased by the response. Oddly, the question had been vulnerable. “Just make sure you’re not having too much fun. You’re supposed to be practig.”

  “Doing my best.”

  Jordan picked up speed. Natalie groaned, leaning her head against the wall.

  “Where’d you learn to jerk a girl off like this?” Natalie gasped, a heat building iomach that she desperately fought away. “No way you’re this good the first time.”

  “Implying something?” Jordan asked, amused.

  “Just that it’s unfair.” Obviously, Natalie didn’t actually think Jordan had any experien handling cocks. But why was her grip so perfect? The motions so overwhelming?

  “You’re just o this. Weak. That’s why we’re practig.”

  “I guess.”

  It wasn’t that. The pleasure hadn’t been nearly as hard to resist when it’d been Sammy. Jordan, specifically, was the reason Natalie was finding her climax building so fast.

  “F-Fuck.”

  “Getting close?”

  “I ’t help it.” Natalie’s hips went bad forth in little jerks, helping Jordan caress her. “ I finish on you?”

  Jordan’s eyebrows went up. Natalie hadn’t expected the questioher. Like always, her mouth barreled forward.

  “Only if you want to,” Natalie corrected with a struggle.

  “Do I want to have your cum all over my face?”

  Natalie’s cheeks burned. “I just meant—“

  “I kind of do,” Jordan said. “But only if you promise to give me ara big load?”

  Natalie’s brain bnked out.

  “Every drop?” Jordan tinued. Her pace quied, bringing faster and faster wracks of pleasure. “You better paint every inch.” She drew her face close to Natalie’s cock, pointing it at her. “e on, Nat. Cum for me. I want it. All over my face.”

  “Not fair,” Natalie groaned. It was Jordan’s job to make her cum as fast as possible, as part of training, but those words were just wicked.

  She didn’t stand a ce. She clutched her bunched-up skirt to her stomach, then, uo help it anymore, let go.

  The first sticky string draped itself across Jordan’s face, and Natalie moa the sight as much as her asm. Fuck. She was cumming on her best friend. And Jordan was letting it happen. Happily. Aiming Natalie even as she jerked her off. String after string of girl cum covered Jordan, worked out with rapid, diligent effort.

  Her veins were filled with magma, her entire body on fire. Each ch had Natalie’s hips jerking forward. She was shaking. Each eje seemed more inteha. And the sight of Jordan’s face getting more and more covered with her cum spurred her on.

  She fulfilled Jordan’s request. Every drop. Jordan milked out every drop Natalie could give, until the girl was literally coated. Jordan’s pumping didn’t still for a sed. She used Natalie’s cum as lubrit, her grip turning slick, letting her pump faster.

  Finally, Natalie expended, Jordan withdrew her hand. Then started ughing.

  “The towel, please. I ’t see.”

  Natalie admired the sight, her head spinning. Jordan’s face covered with a thick yer of cum, so much she couldn’t open her eyes. Natalie could get used to that.

  And she would. This would be a recurri of theirs.

  How had she ever gotten so lucky?