3.41 - (R-18) Celebration

Seeing how none of them had much belongings to speak of, the process didn't take long. Natalie found herself oddly giddy as she moved everything over, and her belongings started to mingle with Jordan's.

Moving in with her best friend. Their own room, together. How couldn't she be excited?

They split the closet in two, and the dresser as well. Fortunately, it was more than enough space, even if the room was designed for one. They'd each come with a single suitcase and backpack to Tenet, and though they'd gathered other belongings as time passed, like uniforms, it still wasn't enough to cram the room full, or anywhere close.

Getting the essentials put away, Jordan plopped down onto the bed.

"So," she said casually, and Natalie looked over from the closet to see a raised eyebrow. "This feels like something worth celebrating, don't you think? Any ideas?"

Natalie had learned what that too-casual tone meant, at least when combined with the quirk to her lips that Jordan seemed to be fighting away. Natalie rolled her eyes, then turned to face Jordan.

"Really, Jay? Already?"

"Oh?" Jordan asked, tilting her head. "What do you mean, 'already'?"

"It hasn't been an hour, and you're already trying to get in my pants?"

Jordan plastered a look of mock surprise onto her face. She put a hand to her chest, seeming outraged. "I suggested we celebrate somehow. That was it." She stood and walked over to Natalie, keeping the same offended expression. Her hands settled onto Natalie's hips, and Jordan's body was suddenly compromisingly close to hers. Green eyes looked up at her, and the amusement sparkling in them belied the fake outrage. "I said nothing about you doing wicked, deplorable things to me. What, is ravaging me your idea of 'celebrating'? That's what you assumed?"

Natalie, obviously not one to be outdone, put her own hands on Jordan's waist, then slid them down. She cupped Jordan's ass and tugged the other girl in closer, pressing their bodies together.

"I don't know," Natalie said, leaning forward and murmuring into her ear. "Is it your idea of celebrating? Because I could be convinced."

Jordan shivered, maybe not having expected Natalie to go on the offensive so quickly. "Well," she said. "I suppose it's one way to commemorate the event." Her hand quested down to Natalie's stiffening member, and she rubbed up and down inside her skirt. "Having a pent-up roommate sounds like it'd cause all sorts of problems, anyway."

"I'm the pent up one?" Natalie asked. "I was just trying to unpack. It's barely been half an hour."

She guided Jordan over to the bed's edge, then gently pushed her over. The dark-haired girl bounced on the springy material, then propped herself up on her elbows. Her shirt had ridden up a few inches, and a flush had already worked its way onto her cheeks. Natalie admired the sight before crawling onto the bed herself, perching over her best friend. The two of them shimmied up so they had more space on the bed.

"I'm so glad we have our own room, now," Natalie said.

She leaned forward and kissed Jordan. The other girl yielded easily, opening her mouth and slipping her tongue into Natalie's. She ran her hands up and down Jordan's stomach, before sneaking into her shirt, then under her bra. She cupped Jordan's tits, her fingers brushing against nipples and making the girl beneath her shudder.

Natalie leaned up, releasing Jordan's mouth, then grabbed the hem of Jordan's shirt and tugged it upward. Jordan helped in the effort. A moment later, Natalie had Jordan's bra unhooked, and that garment joined her shirt tossed over the side of the bed.

"This might sound weird," Natalie said, admiring her friend's exposed chest, "but any time we do this, I get kind of mad."

"Hm?"

She leaned forward and took a nipple in her mouth before replying. After nibbling and playing with it—her fingers teasing the other—she returned to her sitting position perched on Jordan's lap.

"Yeah," Natalie said. "That we didn't start this sooner. Why'd we just now figure out 'friends with benefits'?"

Jordan laughed. She cupped Natalie's hands over her breasts as Natalie continued to play with her, tweaking, pinching, and teasing her hard nubs. 

"Good question," she finally said. She smirked. "I guess we just need to make up for lost time."

"Guess we do."

She returned her lips to Jordan's. Getting to feel every little jerk in her breath as Natalie pinched and toyed with her nipples was incredible. She'd never expected her best friend's mouth to be downright intoxicating, but here she was, getting drunk on the taste of her saliva and each gasp and moan.

Breaking apart to swallow in breaths of air, Jordan hit her with a question that came somewhat out of left field.

"What happened with you and Liz, by the way?"

She blinked several times as she adjusted to the swerve in topic. Obviously, she didn't take her hands off Jordan's tits. She kept playing with them. Hard to not.

"What do you mean? You know what happened."

"Nothing more?"

Natalie bit her lip. For just about everything, she gave Jordan total honesty. And she could do that here, too, but not full disclosure. Liz had specifically asked that Natalie didn't tell everyone else about how things had escalated.

"What happened between me and her is between us," Natalie settled on. Then, conciliatory, she added, "Liz asked for it to be that way."

"Oh? So something more did happen?"

Natalie gave her an unimpressed look, and Jordan laughed.

"Okay, fair," Jordan said. "Still, I'm curious now. Do you have another 'energy gathering' partner yet?"

"I doubt that," Natalie said. At least, not a consistent one.

"Shame."

Jordan grabbed Natalie's hips, then tugged her sideways, putting Natalie on her back and swapping their positions, so that Jordan was the one straddling Natalie, now. Obviously, that was rather more compromising for her than it had been Jordan, since now she had Jordan's ass pressing firmly into her cock.

Lifting her hips up, Jordan scooped up Natalie's skirt and tucked it to Natalie's stomach, revealing her panties. She scooted down onto Natalie's thighs and admired the straining garment as Natalie's cock, like usual, struggled to escape the tight, flimsy clothing.

"There's really something about it," Jordan said. "Seeing your cock crammed into panties. Why is it so hot?" She poked the tip, and it twitched in response, which Jordan sent a smirk her way for. It wasn't like Natalie could help the reaction.

Jordan's hands went to her pants button, apparently wanting her own lower garment out of the way, and in short order, another article of clothing joined the growing pile to the side of the bed. It left Jordan naked except for her black panties.

Then, in an action that had Natalie's heart jumping up into her throat, she shimmied back up Natalie's thighs, then pressed her pussy into Natalie's cock. Two layers of clothing or not, the action still thrilled through her, and she groaned as she grabbed Jordan's hips and pressed her down harder, wanting more pressure—for her pussy to rub against her shaft with even firmer motions.

"Like I said, we're celebrating," Jordan said, amused—and shivering with her own pleasure. "So, I'm thinking, why not a little more fun than usual?"