Chapter 125

Natalie did get one more round of playing with Liz in the shower, but that was far as the healer let it go; they didn’t spend all night together, and all Natalie got to do that second time was touch. Natalie wondered when Liz would be open for more, and especially without the pretend-excuse of ‘testing the wand’. Though she had no intentions of pressing her.

Afterward, she made it back to her dorm in time to catch Jordan settling down for the night. Immediately on seeing Natalie, a mischievous grin crossed Jordan’s lips, and Natalie barely got the door closed and a sound barrier up before Jordan had knelt down, flipped Natalie’s skirt over her head, and had her mouth around Natalie’s cock. It was a rather pleasant welcome-back, if an impractical one, seeing how she had a few things she wanted to talk to Jordan about.

The two of them went through their usual routine of ‘energy-gathering’, with Natalie bending her best friend over the bed and coating her womb white to finish things off.

One of the best parts of sharing a room with Jordan, though, more even than the sex, was getting to snuggle up with her at the end, lights off and getting ready to sleep. Having Jordan tucked up into her was indescribably devastating to her current dilemma—her gigantic fat crush which she was trying desperately to ignore—and so Natalie had to forcibly not let herself get too caught up in the warm glow. She hadn’t made any progress on whether she thought Jordan returned her feelings, and in fact, any time she did let her thoughts wander in that direction, things just became more muddled inside her head.

Because there were contradicting signals. The way Jordan behaved sometimes certainly indicated she wanted to be more than friends—but at the same time, Jordan was a direct person, who surely would have told Natalie. More than that, Natalie felt like she ought to be more certain about Jordan’s feelings if they existed. She should be able to tell. Jordan was her best friend, wasn’t she?

So as it stood, she was conflicted. With the possibility of rejection—and making their relationship awkward—Natalie shied away from forcing the issue, at least until she had more confidence. A big part of her derided her as being a giant coward for that, and she had no defense, beyond that she had so much going on that her disgustingly huge, but risky, crush on her best friend had to take the back seat, at least for a few days or weeks until she figured things out.

“So,” Jordan said, snuggled into her, her head resting on Natalie’s shoulder as Natalie stared up at the ceiling, wondering how she’d both gotten so lucky and unlucky to be in this situation. “There’s probably a few things we should talk about before we go to bed. I meant to earlier, but you distracted me.”

“I distracted you? You were under my skirt before I could say hi.”

“Fine,” Jordan said, “your cock distracted me. Same difference.”

Natalie shook her head.

“Anyway,” Jordan said. “Sofia.”

“Sofia?”

“You never told me what happened between you two. Did you make up?”

Make up? She wouldn’t call what had happened in the locker room ‘making up’. Not to mention Natalie hadn’t done anything wrong back at the tournament. Sofia had just been acting weird because of Sammy. Her explanations were still a bit nonsensical. Jealousy was the obvious answer, but too absurd to be true.

“I mean, kind of.”

“You kind of made up?”

A flash of that event passed through Natalie’s thoughts, Sofia pinned down by her wrists, hanging there as Natalie stroked her to a twitching orgasm. Horrifyingly, Natalie felt herself stir with excitement, and she desperately fought the memory away. How in the world would she explain getting hard when Sofia was the conversation topic?

Maybe Jordan sensed her dilemma, because she laughed. “Okay, I’ll just say it. Sofia told me.”

“Told you what?”

“That you pounded her brains into jelly.”

Natalie eyes shot open, and she immediately started sputtering out a rejection. That was not what had happened.

“No, I’m kidding,” Jordan laughed. “She just said you two hooked up. I don’t know what that included, exactly. She didn’t specify.”

“We didn’t even hook up,” Natalie protested, still flushed. “We just—I just. Well.” She coughed. “Fingered her, I guess?”

“Uh huh,” Jordan said. “And that’s not hooking up?”

“Hooking up implies, I don’t know. That it was ... I guess...”

Jordan, unfortunately, waiting patiently for Natalie to finish her statement. Natalie wasn’t sure where she was going with it.