Hm. The mall.
“I think you’re a hundred percent right,” Zoe breathed, looking at Zoe.
“Huh?”
“About the mall. I think it changed us. I have no clue how,” Zoe began. “It’s pretty clear I didn’t think any of these things before I went there. And the fact I blew Tyler, and you masturbated next to us – both absurd things we’d never do – on the same day at the same time… that’s got to mean something, right?”
“Yeah, I think it does,” Nami admitted quietly.
“And… I don’t know why, but I’ve been sneaking visits there. Like, once a week. I don’t know why I do it, I just… something inside me feels as though I have to or something weird.”
Nami didn’t speak for a long time. “Once every two days for me,” she confessed.
“And what are the odds Tyler isn’t doing the exact same thing?”
“Remote,” admitted Nami.
“Are you scared?”
“Sometimes. Every so often, I have a moment of vulnerability… like now I guess… and I look in the mirror, and I stare back, and it’s like, it’s…”
Nami began to sniffle. Zoe got up off the floor and shuffled on her knees to her friend. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t worry. Don’t even think about it. You don’t have to finish that thought if you just want. We can just… fool around. No thoughts, head empty… pussy full?” she joked.
Nami gave a small smile in response. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
“And Tyler doesn’t have to know.”
“No,” Nami replied firmly. “That’s not fair. Tyler should know. He’s probably being affected as much as us, though you should know more than I do.”
Zoe shuddered and felt a tingle in her vulva from thinking about Tyler. “How is it I want a threesome more than you? You had insane hormones before this happened.”
Nami shrugged and smiled, guiding her hand to Zoe’s pussy without thinking. “I want sex, but I just… don’t want Tyler. Simple as that.”
“I envy you, he’s a dork,” Zoe stated.
“Maybe you’re just a size queen?” Nami offered.
Zoe moaned submissively. “Shut up,” she groaned. “I shouldn’t have told you anything. Well, if you change your mind, he’d love to fuck you.”
“I don’t want to fuck him.”
“I respect that. Hell, I respect you more than I respect myself, just for that,” Zoe joked again, spreading her legs as Nami added two more fingers. “Do you really think we should tell him?”
“He deserves to know. He might be feeling as vulnerable as us. Besides, he’s being changed by it. Maybe he’d want to stop that. I wouldn’t though. I’m enjoying the changes.” She inserted a fourth finger. “Tell me you’re enjoying the changes too.”
“I am,” Zoe moaned. “I’m turning into a submissive dumb bimbo slut, and I’m loving every fucking second.”
A slow smile crept across Nami’s face. “A dumb bimbo slut?” she repeated.
Zoe simply bit her bottom lip and nodded.
It was Zoe’s turn to feel her friend’s hand on her throat. “And let me guess, dumb bimbo sluts love to get fucked, to be treated like the dumb whores they are… and to get raped by the friends they trusted most? Am I right?”
Pleasure rippled through Zoe’s body as she took in the words. Maybe Zoe would be the first person she slept with to actually make her cum all by theirself.
***
Don’t react to this.
It’s obvious you’re having trouble focusing, because a certain subject matter is on your mind. We both know I experience it too. Nami does as well. It’s been haunting us for way too long. Don’t try to deny it, because that would get us nowhere and you’ll only make the conversation harder.
It’s the mall. I don’t know what it is, but the mall makes anyone feel this way, just by being in it. We were doomed from the first time we went in there. It’s too late for us. The reason I come over to your house every day to have those conversations, the reason none of us can focus in class, the reason we heard the person we encountered the first day we went there, the reason we can’t do homework or even talk to people normally… it’s all this mall.
I don’t know what the solution is. Nami and I are going there nearly every day at this point, out of some weird need. We need to figure out a solution. We can’t let this rule over our lives anymore. Prepare to talk about this after class.
It was an immature cliché to pass notes in class, but Zoe tried to have this conversation with Tyler three times in private, and each time it ended with her cock buried to the hilt either in her ass or down her throat, without her being able to even get out one sentence of the truth. Lately she’d been fantasizing about getting off the pill and letting Tyler cum inside her willing fertile pussy, and from the moment she had her first rational thought thereafter, she realized enough was enough. She couldn’t deal with letting herself go completely, and she was not willing to bring a mini-Tyler into the world, so passing notes would have to do.
Tyler took a long time to read the notes. Zoe was frankly impressed he didn’t move his lips while he read it. She wrote it just in case Sigorsky snatched it; even if he read it, she could have some level of plausible deniability as to what it meant. But Tyler would know. And, she hoped, Tyler would readily agree. The trouble was… even at that point, then what?
She was worried he would roll his eyes or call the note “needlessly dramatic” or something, so Zoe took it as a good sign when Tyler finished reading it and turned to face her, giving her a nod with a very serious face. She was relieved, and turned to the other side of class to look at Nami. Nami appeared to be looking intently at the blackboard, but, as Zoe could see, was trying to stealthily finger herself under her desk. Zoe sighed. They were fucked.
Luckily, there was an upper limit beyond what teachers could do about this. Sigorsky knew there was something going on with the three of them; the three troublemakers getting more quiet yet being more distracted was usually a sign of something really bad. He even kept Zoe after class at one point and asked, as tenderly if could, if someone close to the three of them passed on or something. Zoe squirmed in her chair as he talked to her, imagining someone with his age and authority bending her over his desk. But not Sigorsky himself. That’d be weird.
When the bell went, the three of them met near Nami’s locker with haste. When they got there, no one said anything for the longest time. Finally, Tyler spoke.
“So, the mall changes people, huh?”
“Without a doubt,” Zoe immediately confirmed, nodding, the three of them huddled together as Nami gathered her stuff.
“Shit. Yeah, I’ve been going there nearly every day. I explore around for a bit then come home.”
“And then you jack off,” Zoe replied coldly. She couldn’t stop herself from continuing. “You stroke your huge cock and shoot a load halfway across the room.” She blushed profusely and squeezed her legs together. “This is getting ridiculous.”
“What do we do?” Nami asked quietly, shutting her locker. “Even if we make a pact to not go to the mall again, one or more of us is just going to break it. We need to formulate a plan keeping in mind we’re human beings.”
“So the plan can’t hinge on our continued actions. We need to remove ourselves from the situation,” Zoe thought out loud.
“Exactly,” Nami confirmed.
“Hey girls – maybe I’m lost here – why do we need to formalate a plan exactly?” Tyler butted in hesitantly.
“For-mu-late,” Zoe dismissively spat at him. “Because it’s controlling us. I want my life back.”
“You seem to want something else every time you come over,” Tyler challenged.
Zoe melted, biting her lower lip, grabbing his shirt, and kissing him right there in the hallway. It was not a hesitant nor a quick kiss – it was a kiss full of passion, one that at least dozens of their classmates saw. Zoe was thankful she had the brains left to pull away before she started humping him right there in the hallway.
“If we… continue like this… we’re going to… lose control of ourselves more… like that,” she panted, her eyes full of lust, yet her tone coming across like she was just trying to prove some point. “As it is, good luck… explaining that we’re not a couple… to our friends.”
“You’re always trying to make it out like I’m the dumbass,” Tyler responded bitterly. “I’m fine explaining shit. I’m fine with these new feelings. Maybe, just maybe, between the two of us, you’re the dumb slut here.”
Luckily, Nami fucked her friend enough to know that if the last thing set her off and made her kiss him, this definitely would, so thinking quick, she grabbed Zoe’s arm and, not knowing what else to do, bit into it, hard.
“Ow! What the actual fuck was that?!” Zoe complained, retracting her hand.
“I don’t want you two getting expelled for doing stuff in the hallway!” Nami raised her voice, taking control. “Why do I have to be the adult here? Both of you, get a grip! This isn’t the time for flirting. God, maybe you two should be boyfriend and girlfriend already.”
“Gross,” Zoe retched, earning a side-eye from Tyler.
“Neither of you gets to go to the mall today. That’s the plan,” Nami asserted.
“That’s, uh, a shit plan,” Zoe said plainly. “What about tomorrow?”
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow,” Nami replied as if it were obvious. “Today, at least to acknowledge there’s a problem, none of us go to the mall. Deal?”
“And how do we prove this?” Tyler asked.
“Is the code of honor not good enough?” Nami challenged.
“He has a point,” Zoe admitted begrudgingly. “The first point we brought up was that our plan had to rely on something other than us. We’re human,” she reminded Nami, not realizing that she had begun to trace Tyler’s cock through his pants.
Nami coughed loudly and gestured to Zoe’s hand. Zoe retracted her hand immediately. “Fine. After we get home, we all get on a Zoom call and do our homework together.”
“Ugh. Zoom,” Tyler complained, no doubt remembering the horrors of the half-year pandemic and all of the terrible Zoom calls they had to endure not too long ago.
“Got any better ideas?” Zoe replied, rubbing her fingers together, savoring the essence of Tyler on them. “I like Nami’s idea. Let’s do it.”
***
“Her whole fist,” Nami confirmed, blushing.
Zoe blushed too. This was not her idea of what they should talk about on their Zoom call that night, but at least none of them went to the mall. At least Nami didn’t know what happened before her arrival; when she got home, her Internet was out, so Zoe and Tyler began the call together while Nami troublesooted – troubleshot? – her Internet. That quickly turned into Zoe and Tyler masturbating for each other on camera, knowing full well Nami could come back anytime. By the grace of God, Nami appeared minutes after Tyler happened to tuck his cock away, at Zoe’s request. After apologizing profusely for missing the first hour of the hangout she requested, the group got to work on homework.
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