Chapter 55

Jordan stared down at her best friend’s head between her legs, wondering what in the world had happened.

She was supposed to be the one in the control. For their entire relationship, that had always been the dynamic. Not the leader, but the one with a cool head. She didn’t let emotion guide her. Rather, she sorted through her feelings logically, then made decisions based on reason.

But here. Natalie’s head between her legs, fingers at the edges of her panties, about to tug them down. Staring up with big blue eyes.

Rationality didn’t stand much chance. Her defenses crumbled, and she buried her fingers into Natalie’s short red hair.

“It’s about time,” she sighed. “I wondered how long it would take. Do you have any idea what it does to me, being groped like that?” By you, she tactfully left off.

“Sorry. I’m kind of an idiot.”

“Yes, you are.”

“But I’ll make it up to you.”

Jordan had a feeling she would.

Natalie tugged Jordan’s panties down, and Jordan was suddenly on fire. Exposed. To her best friend. And that look on Natalie’s face ... the blatant admiration. Oh, gods. This was going to be a nightmare to navigate. How was she going to stop herself from giving herself away?

“You’re wet for me,” Natalie murmured, looking up.

Especially when she said something like that?

“I was being groped,” Jordan replied shakily. “Pretty thoroughly, if you remember. Of course I am.”

Natalie kissed just above her pussy, pressing soft lips into her skin. A shaky groan escaped the back of Jordan’s throat. Natalie. Natalie’s mouth had just been a few inches from her.

And ... shortly ... so much more.

“Still,” Natalie said. “You. You’re wet. For me.”

Natalie waited, as if expecting a response, but Jordan found she had nothing to say. Or, rather, opening her mouth would result in her saying things she’d rather not.

Natalie pressed another kiss, this time lower down.

Her best friend’s lips pressed into her pussy. Jordan’s brain whited out. The last vestiges of her control vanished. She pressed down on Natalie’s head, turning a gentle kiss into a much firmer pressure, burying Natalie’s mouth against her pussy. The sensation was agonizing.

“You said you’d fuck me. Please. Do it. I need you inside me.”

Natalie obliged. Her lips parted, and, blessedly forgoing any further teasing, quested out into Jordan. Her powerful tongue dug into her.

The sight, almost as much as the sensation, almost had Jordan coming apart, just like that. The moment she went inside. Jordan realized she’d been more than ‘a little worked up’. She’d needed this so badly.

And by the expression on Natalie’s face, her best friend realized it, too. However clueless she’d been earlier, she was catching on. And ... damn her. Those blue eyes were smirking, declaring just how much she knew. How easily Jordan was being taken apart by her tongue. From an idiot to seeing through her in an instant. And Natalie exploited the vulnerability happily. She worked eagerly at making Jordan squirm.

Just friends, Jordan reminded herself.

This situation so wasn’t fair. Just friends? So ridiculous. But Jordan would take what she could get.

In this case, Natalie’s head between her legs. Which, admittedly, wasn’t ‘settling’ for any meaning of the word. As Natalie had bragged, she was, indeed, ‘pretty good with her tongue’.