“Talk,” Natalie said. “About what?”

  “Sammy.”

  Natalie tilted her head. Her thoughts had visibly cleared up, fog on Jordan’s faow, instead of her boobs, but still, she wasn’t wholly zoned in, with her hands groping away at Jordan’s butt. For that matter, Jordan was the slightest bit distracted herself. It was hard to be groped by her best-friend, her retly-realized crush, and take it wholly in stride. She liked to think she was good at trolling herself, both outwardly and inwardly, but she wasn’t made of stone.

  “What about her?” Natalie asked.

  “How your date went.”

  “Good, I guess?”

  She seemed unfortable talking about it. She hadn’t ever had problems detailing her exploits to Jordan, so it was another indicator that ret ges had shifted how Natalie viewed their retionship. Did she think Jordan would be jealous? She wasn’t. That wasn’t how she viewed romahe idea of Natalie hooking up with irls didn’t bother her in the slightest.

  Even if she and Natalie became official, which was a highly, highly prospective hope, then Jordan still wouldn’t mind. Natalie, oher hand, would, she suspected. She was a bit possessive. Jordan didn’t t that as a good trait, but it also wasn’t something that was a deal breaker. She wouldn’t mind if Natalie acted possessive of her, even. Show just how much Jordan was hers, and no one else’s.

  It was better if she didn’t let her thoughts stray too far down that path. It was a long ways off, and dangerous to flirt with, as if it might someday be reality.

  “And how good is ‘good’?” Jordan asked.

  “We had fun.” She cleared her throat. “What do you mean?”

  “What did you two do?” she asked patiently. Natalie wasn’t making this easy.

  “We … uh … ?”

  “Did you fuck?”

  Natalie actually blushed, which bordered on hirious. They’d talked about this sort of thing before, so it wasn’t new ground they were treading. Though, perhaps, Jordan had never quite taken an interrogatory tone like she had now. But she had to. While she wasn’t jealous, navigating this whole mess was hard for her, seeing how her heart was on the line. She had to put up a mask for her own sake as much as Natalie’s. So, an interrogation.

  “I—I feel like that was implied,” Natalie said, face red. Her hands groped away steadily, though with an idle ow. Her attention was on Jordan.

  Maybe that was bad for energy-gathering purposes, but Jordan his moment for her own goals.

  “But what, specifically?” Jordan asked. “Did you two …?” She made a crude gesture, stig her pointer finger into a hole made from her other hand. Then, expining herself, “I’m s out something for your css.” It wasn’t wholly a lie.

  “S out what?”

  “Strategy. Ahe question.” She rolled her eyes. “Seriously. We’ve talked about stuff like this before. Why is it a big deal, now?”

  Natalie paused.

  “Any day, Nat,” Jordan said, not giving her a moment to sider the question. Again, the goal wasn’t to force her into any realizations. She had a suspi it wouldn’t go well.

  “Just, um. Our mouths and fingers. She … blew me.” Natalie flushed. “But we didn’t, you know.”

  “I see,” Jordan said.

  She grabbed Natalie’s hands, then moved them to the third point of i. They were testing how her Harvest skill worked—whether c as many points as possible got her more energy. Still, for obvious reasons, being groped between her legs, even over clothing, was the most promising area for both of them. Jordan’s heart galloped in her chest, feeling her best friend’s hand pressing into her pussy. Still, she stayed posed. She had a goal.

  “Did you do a good job?” Jordan asked.

  Natalie took a sed to rally her thoughts, face burning as she caressed between Jordan’s legs. Jordan couldn’t help a feropriate noises esg the deepest parts of her throat, but the two of them ig. Overtly, at least. her could actually ig.

  “A good job?” Natalie finally asked. “Uh. I hope so?”

  “Your reputation matters,” Jordan said sternly. “Your css wants you to have lots of partners. As many as possible. So, you o get a reputation as someone good in bed. And, let’s be ho, that things of yours is going to be a selling point to some. So it’s especially important yood with it.”

  “Yeah?” Natalie was clearly on the back-foot, not prepared for this versation.

  “And I don’t know if Sammy’s a talker, but if she is, then it’s important you impressed her. So she says good things.”

  “I … guess? She’s not a talker, anyway.”

  Though, she didn’t sound wholly fident in that.

  “Doesn’t matter,” Jordan said. “It’s the point I’m trying to make.”

  “Sure.”

  “Which is why,” Jordan emphasized, “the two of us shouldn’t only keep to what your harvest skill maxes on. You need practice.”

  A silence.

  Jordan tinued, “Yood with your fingers and mouth, but there’s something you aren’t skilled with, yet. Something you’re several years behind on. Plus, you need practice with endurahose things are sensitive, right? Hard to st with?”

  Natalie’s hand froze between Jordan’s legs, no loroking away. She’d pieced together what Jordan was saying. Maybe Jordan was going too far, but she couldn’t stop now. Might as well spell it out iail. Plus, she really did believe in the practiature behind the idea.

  “So,” Jordan said. “It’s time I start training you. Get that cock of yours used to being pyed with. You ’t earn a reputation as a quickshot, you?” Taking a breath in, she spurred Natalie’s hand baotioween her legs, ag like what she was saying was totally muhe obvious extension of their efforts over the past week. “And keep stroking. We’re testing your skill, aren’t we?”