Chapter 275

Both Jordan and Sofia were sitting in the living room when Natalie, face still faintly hot from the extremely unexpected mentoring session, walked through the front door. Sofia was in the recliner, which she seemed to have laid implicit claim to, and Jordan sprawled out on the couch—the edge of which she peeked her head over upon Natalie entering.

“How’d it go?” Jordan asked.

“Um,” Natalie replied.

“Knowing her,” Sofia said dryly. “The two of them fucked.”

“Um,” Natalie replied.

Both her roommates froze. Blue and green eyes widened to a comical degree as they searched Natalie’s face and read some vague report of what had happened.

“You didn’t actually—?”

“You’re kidding me, right—?”

“Nothing happened,” Natalie said hastily. “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of?!” came the unison reply.

Natalie plopped down onto the couch next to Jordan. “Where do I even start?”

She described the mentoring session. The fairly normal way it had started, and then how it had gotten progressively more heated—yet with Robin never, not once, breaking professional demeanor. It was through context only, the fact her teacher had gotten naked in front of her, among many other things, that suggested no, she wasn’t being ‘professional’, she was just keeping a straight face while teasing Natalie.

“She’s trying to fuck you,” Sofia groaned. “Oh, gods, this is why you are the way you are. Because it always works out for you! She was supposed to bash some common sense into you! Not encourage it!”

“You know,” Jordan said thoughtfully. “I’m torn.” She paused. “Not with what you said, Sofia, you’re completely right. But,” she corrected. “It really might be a test, not a way to get into her skirt.”

“A test,” Sofia repeated flatly. “She jerked her off. While naked. In a bath with her!” The words got shriller as they went.

“She hardly jerked me off,” Natalie said. It had been three swift strokes up and down, and while they had made her toes curl, Robin had moved on without pause.

“Just cleaning your cock, was she?!”

“Testing her resolve,” Jordan corrected. “To see if she would get carried away afterward. Or, well, maybe. I’m not convinced either way, don’t get me wrong.”

Sofia placed her face in both hands and groaned. “I’m going to my room,” she said. “I can’t handle this tonight.” The white-haired girl rose and stumbled toward her room, seeming almost dazed, mumbling as she went, “would’ve expected some decorum from that woman, but no, the gods damned girlcock always wins. Can’t say I’m any fucking better, I guess, but really, if anyone, it should’ve been a Tenet Instructor who...” The door slammed behind her, cutting the mumbling off.

Jordan turned a raised eyebrow to Natalie. “I think you broke her.”

“It is kind of a crazy situation,” Natalie admitted.

“You get into a lot of those.”

“I don’t know how. It’s not like I seek them out.”

The response was met with a dubious look.

“Well, not always,” Natalie amended.

She shifted around on the couch, shooting a glance toward Sofia’s closed door. Then back to Jordan.

“You’re pent up,” her best friend guessed—because of course she could tell that, considering the state Natalie was in.

“Maybe a bit,” Natalie said, her heart already starting to beat faster. Because the implication in Jordan even asking was that she might be willing to help out.

Jordan hummed. Then, she grinned, and there was something slightly worrying about the expression.

“I get to lead, tonight,” Jordan declared. “Our dear instructor obviously did a number on you. It would be criminal to let that hard work go to waste.”

Natalie blinked. “What’s that supposed—?”

“Did I say you could talk?” Jordan interrupted sternly.