1.24 - Stains

"In my defense," Jordan said. "I didn't know you'd create this much of a mess."

Natalie stayed collapsed on the closed toilet seat, unable to move—the heat that had washed through her had left her immobile, exhausted. Jordan's humping hips had drawn something out of her she'd never experienced.

"Right," Natalie said. "And what did you think would happen, again?"

Her skirt was horribly stained. It radiated from her mid thigh and down to between her legs, some of the squishy darkness even reaching over to her other leg. Jordan had stirred it around with her motions. And, she was right. Natalie had cum a lot. More than even in the shower, which had already been more than normal—not that she would know, but sheesh, it made a mess.

How couldn't she have put out more than usual? When it'd been Jordan making it happen?

"And I figured having you finish might give more energy," Jordan said. "That's why I did that."

Her cheeks were flushed. Natalie thought it was an odd reasoning, but she accepted it instantly. "That makes sense," she said. "But look at my skirt, Jordan."

"Look at my pants," she pointed out. "I hardly escaped."

Jordan's uniform pants were stained, if not remotely as much as Natalie's skirt. Fuck, that was Natalie's cum covering Jordan. The idea thrilled through her, almost intense enough to start hardening again, despite how thoroughly she'd been milked.

"But it's fine," Jordan said. She started unraveling toilet paper and stuffing it down her pants. She dabbed at the dark spot, working at collecting the wetness. "Mine isn't horrible. Once it dries, I'll go grab one of your other skirts, and you can change. We'll be fine."

Natalie started cleaning herself up. However mind-blowing that finish had been, it had resulted in a horrible inconvenient situation. Did cum stain? It had to. Fuck, she was seriously soaked down there. If it did stain, then Natalie was down a skirt.

After having cleaned themselves up best they could, Jordan leaned against the stall wall. Natalie stayed seated. She was still a bit shaky.

"So," Jordan said. "Gotta wait things out, let it dry. Guess we can talk in the meantime."

Talk? Natalie froze. Talk about what?

"How much energy did you get?" Jordan asked.

Oh. That. Not … anything else. Not 'them'. Were they really ignoring what had happened, though?

Well … Natalie supposed there wasn't anything to talk about. Just another session to help Natalie earn energy. It'd gotten carried away, but not for any special reasons. Just some lust. They were only human.

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Carnal Energy: 18

***

Natalie's eyebrows went up. "Wow," she said. "Eighteen."

"Four times higher yield," Jordan said. "Think it's because … you finished?" She gestured at Natalie's crotch. "That was what I was testing, after all."

There was a nervousness to Jordan's words, distinctly uncharacteristic. Natalie ignored it.

"Maybe." Natalie huffed. "No baseline. But still, four times more is pretty good."

Jordan's tension eased, Natalie not addressing her flimsy excuse for what had happened. "It was a good choice to rush for that upgrade, then."

"We thought it would be." Obviously, advancing the skill that earned energy for other skills would be the best choice from an efficiency standpoint. Sure, Natalie had been given no additional strength, as she might have gotten by upgrading her illusion skill, but it meant she could advance other skills faster, now. "Do we go straight for the third tier?"

Jordan bit her lip. "I wouldn't think you can just keep rushing it over and over. You'll want to work on other skills. I bet your next upgrade will take much longer, but the others are still cheap."

"To encourage even distribution."

"Yeah. Maybe you should—"

The bathroom door shoved open, bringing with it the ambient noises of the barracks. Jordan's eyes widened; they'd picked this bathroom because it was out of the way. This was the first visitor the entire time they'd been here. They had assumed they wouldn't have any.

"Get your feet up," Jordan whispered. She shuffled into place, in front of the toilet, and turned around.

Natalie tugged her feet up, putting her shoes on the toilet seat. She understood what Jordan was going for—this way, there was only one pair of feet to see under the stall door, in proper position. Not a perfect solution, seeing how Jordan's pants weren't down around her ankles as they should be, but hopefully that wouldn't be noticed. Or, even if so, it wasn't the strangest thing in the world to be sitting on the toilet, clothed. Odd, definitely. But not enough to draw suspicion, like two pairs of feet.

Unfortunately, Jordan's quick thinking meant Jordan's ass was now shoved right in front of Natalie's face.

Fuck, the Tenet uniform really showed off her curves.

Natalie's cock started to harden. She looked away, embarrassed. They'd already performed their … energy gathering … for the day, so Natalie couldn't hide behind that excuse. Plus, she'd been pretty thoroughly drained. She didn't need a second session.

They stayed like that, awkwardly, until the woman left. They were alone in the bathroom.

Jordan leaned back against the the stall door. Natalie put her feet down. Her cock pushed against her skirt, making an obvious bulge. Flushing, Natalie adjusted it so it sat down, less noticeable. Jordan quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Hey," Natalie said. "It's not my fault you've got two girls' worth of ass."

Like usual, Natalie's embarrassment had spurred her on. She almost regretted the words, but then Jordan smirked.

"You say that, but you didn't pay it much attention, did you? You were supposed to be thorough with your groping."

"I was going to," Natalie said pointedly, "but then you turned around and started humping me, if you haven't forgotten."

Jordan shrugged, nonchalant. "Be quicker next time." She brushed forward. "As we were saying, though. Picking your next skill. I've been wondering—do you think making it bigger does anything?"

"Uh. What do you mean?"

"More than just size. [Heavy Weaponry] has to have a practical effect, too, right? Maybe something that's not stated outright? Plenty of skills are like that."

"No clue."

"It would make sense. Though, I haven't a clue what the effect would be. Maybe a bigger tool gives more energy?"

"So you think I should go for that next?"

"Probably not," Jordan admitted. "Just musing. I think you should put a bit into Harvest, see how much it advances. Then, if it's a long ways away, work on upgrading everything else from one to two. Or … we'll make that judgment later. But we need to know how far from progression three you are." She paused. "I wonder what the next 'tier' is."

From 'fondling'. Natalie could see a few possibilities. Oral? Orgasm of any sort? Straight to penetration? Maybe something more specific, like a thighjob.

Fuck, a thighjob. Would Jordan let her? Natalie really, really shouldn't think about it.

Natalie closed her eyes, then did as Jordan suggested, funneling energy to [Carnal Harvest]. Only a few points … and the image of pink liquid sloshing into an orb appeared in her mind. It barely scratched the surface. She opened her eyes.

"It's like you said," Natalie said. "A few points barely did anything."

"Then you might as well work on your other skills. You'll need more partners before you have a reasonable way to reach the next Harvest tier."

More partners. Yeah … she still needed to figure out how she was going to go about that.