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“Jordan, I don’t even have to open my eyes to know that you’re staring up my skirt again,” Daisy said in a cool trill.
Around everyone else she had to maintain a facade of innocence while being unintentionally tempting. She had to simultaneously be the most pure and most promiscuous girl in the room. It was exhausting, but at least she didn’t have to maintain the illusion around Jordan, the only friend she had who didn’t follow her around for the promise her status brought as the wealthiest former Louisville bachelorette.
“If you didn’t want me to look, you wouldn’t keep your legs open like that,” said Jordan. “I’m bored.”
“You’re always bored,” said Daisy, “but you never do anything about it. Your constant complaining is wearing my patience thin.”
“Say I did do something about it this time.”
“How do you mean?”
Jordan approached the coach Daisy was resting on, slowly positioning herself between Daisy’s legs.
“I can’t possibly imagine what you think you’re doing,” said Daisy dismissively.
“What? Like you haven’t begged me before?”
“You’re being careless. Tom could barge through those doors at any moment.”
“That degenerate? He would feel lucky to see us together. He’s so revolting he’d probably start to join.”
“Still,” Daisy broke off. “It’s much too hot to fuss today.”
“Then,” Jordan said as she slid her index and middle finger upward over the inseam of Daisy’s panties, “why have you soaked through your tap pants?”
“Oh, have it your way,” said Daisy. “Just don’t be irresponsible enough to let the servants catch us again. You know those people talk.”
“Yes, darling,” said Jordan, dripping with sarcasm as she wrapped her arms around Daisy’s things and brought her head nearer to Daisy’s hips.
Daisy and Jordan’s first time had been utterly unintentional. Daisy had just had her debut into society, and Jordan was one of her many sycophants who followed her through the social season. She had always had a tenderness for Jordan. Unlike the other girls in her circle, Jordan didn’t try to copy her way of dressing, walking, or talking. She was a clear outlier from the rest of the girls Daisy went with, in both manner and dress. And of course Daisy noticed the way her muscles strained against her golf apparel as she swung her driver. Who couldn’t notice a girl like that.
The day they came to know each other more closely was at the end of the season. It was the last big ball of the year, and Daisy was vulnerable. Her lover from Camp Taylor had been sent to the front. And her attempt at wishing him good bye had fallen through. She was attending parties only for social convention, and it wasn’t hard to tell that she was miserable. Jordan, being ever the opportunist, strove to help her.
Part of Daisy’s hair had come uncoiled from her bun halfway through a waltz, and Jordan approached to warn her.
“Oh, I suppose it has come undone,” said Daisy softly. “Would you fix it for me?”
Daisy led Jordan up the stairs and into her private bath.
“There are pins in the drawer to the bottom right.”
As Jordan began working towards repinning Daisy’s falling curls, she couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her slender neck. Daisy was so much softer than her, in every way, and she couldn’t help but be fascinated by her. Jordan had hardly noticed her hand tracing the outline of Daisy’s spine until Daisy herself broke the silence.
“Jordan?”
“Yes–“
“What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry,” Jordan broke off, embarrassed, “I–“
“It’s alright,” said Daisy cooly. “I can’t help but notice that you’ve been following me around for quite some time now. I’ve seen how your eyes watch me from across the room.”
“It’s purely accidental,” said Jordan, flustered.
“Oh? Then, Jordan, why are you looking at my chest?”
Jordan stood up sharply. “I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about. I’m leaving.”
As she turned to exit, Daisy grabbed her wrist. “Don’t you?” Daisy slowly pulled Jordan toward her, guiding her to the floor in front of the chair upon which she was seated. “We’re good friends, aren’t we Jordan? And as my friend, don’t you feel compelled to help me out? Haven’t I been a good friend to you?” Daisy crooned.
“Yes, you–“
“Then, Jordan, why don’t you start by helping me out of my dress? It’s much too restrictive, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Daisy,” said Jordan softly as she began gingerly unbuttoning the front of Daisy’s dress. When she finished, she looked toward Daisy.
“Jordan.”
“Yes.”
“My dress is still on. Didn’t you say you’d help me take it off?”
“But–“
“Here, I’ll help you,” said Daisy as she started lifting the hem of her dress, handing the fabric to Jordan. “Do you think you can manage taking off the rest?”
Jordan stood and lifted Daisy’s dress slowly up and over her head, careful not to displace her hair further.
Daisy sat there in her combination, staring into Jordan’s dark eyes.
“Jordan, I’m feeling a bit underdressed now, won’t you join me?”
Jordan quickly obliged, slipping off her dress, which had been uncomfortable anyways. Now, both of them were alone in the bathroom in their undergarments, inches apart.
“Jordan, do you think I’m pretty?”
“Of course.”
“Do you want to see more of me?”
A pause.
“Yes.”
“Then can you start being useful and take care of me?”
“I– I have no experience in–“
“Well surely you must have some idea. Just start with what you know, and I’ll help you.”
Jordan untied the bow cinched around Daisy’s waist and slipped the combination off her shoulders. As it fell to the floor, Daisy took Jordan’s hands and held them to her chest.
Jordan stood stiff, staring at Daisy’s breasts.
“Jordan, you’re making me feel uncomfortable. If you don’t start doing something, I’ll leave you behind,” said Daisy sternly.
Jordan sunk back to her knees, as Daisy widened her legs.
“Good girl.” Daisy stroked Jordan’s head before cupping her face. “Do you know what to do next?”
Jordan shook her head, biting her lip in confused embarrassment.
“That’s okay. I’m a generous friend, so I’ll help you again,” said Daisy as she guided Jordan’s head to her hips. “Just do your best.”
The dynamic between the two girls had changed drastically since those early years. As Jordan became more successful as a sportswoman, her confidence soared—in all things. Now, she wielded the power in the physical relationship the two girls shared.
She frequently took Daisy in the morning while they were still fresh, or in the boredom of the afternoon, or late into the evening where the setting sun’s light could not illuminate their actions. It was now Daisy who had a hard time keeping up with Jordan’s desire.
Here in the present, she found herself utterly at the mercy of Jordan’s tongue, whose flicking was driving her mad with pleasure. Daisy moaned softly as Jordan finished her. Though she had done none of the work, she was exhausted.
“It’s no fun when things end that quick. I had no time to enjoy myself,” said Jordan
“If you wanted it to last longer, you shouldn’t be so good at it,” retorted Daisy.
Jordan stood up and moved behind Daisy on the couch, drawing Daisy close to herself and resting her chin on Daisy’s shoulder as her hand caressed Daisy’s thigh.
“I’m afraid we have to go again.”
“Jordan, I’m not ready. I just finished.”
“Well, that’s your carelessness,” said Jordan as she slipped her fingers back into Daisy. “I need you to squirm against my hand for a bit until I’ve had my fun.”
Daisy looked back up at Jordan with hot exasperation as she pushed her hips into Jordan’s long, slender fingers.
Jordan loved seeing her like this, flushed and flustered. As far as she knew, she was the only one who could elicit such a reaction from Daisy Buchanan, the refined East Egg socialite.
After Jordan was successfully satisfied, she slipped back to the other end of the couch, watching as Daisy tried to regain composure. She watched as Daisy smoothed the wrinkles on her white dress and carefully tucked her hair back behind her ear.
It was then that Tom pushed through the door with a guest unfamiliar to Jordan.