She couldn’t look in out of fear that one of them left a flashlight on, so all Nami could do was lean against the wall and throw her head back, snaking a hand into her pants, fingering herself to what she was hearing. This time she knew that any sounds her needy wet pussy made would be drowned out by the passionate duo, her two best friends, the two best friends that never would have even hugged two weeks ago, kissing like reunited lovers. This whole situation was so insane, and Nami’s horny brain loved it.
After a few minutes of making out, the sounds stopped, even though Nami hadn’t reached an orgasm yet. She was almost frustrated, looking at the store in desperation. Realizing she couldn’t see any light, she gambled on the idea that their flashlights were on, and dared to get closer, listening clearly for where Tyler was. As long as she could get behind Tyler as opposed to in front of him, she was safe. If Zoe caught her, that would be weird. If Tyler caught her, that could be devastating.
As she got closer, she heard them whispering, and moved strategically, crawling along the floor and eventually leaning against some kind of counter as the two spoke.
“This is so crazy,” Zoe breathed, pure passion evident in her voice.
“Yup it is,” Tyler replied. Nami smirked to herself – she could picture Tyler’s shit-eating grin. His smugness was practically dripping off of his words. It was clear he was more pleased with himself than ever before. She wondered if Zoe found that hot, but then again, in that moment, so much seemed hot, to the point she wondered if it happened sooner between them and Zoe only decided to tell her now.
“We need to do this more often,” Zoe told him, sincerity biting into her husky voice. “We can’t just leave this off at twice,” she added, confirming her story to Nami.
“Well, as long as we’re here, I had an idea…” Tyler replied, confidence brimming from his voice.
“And what would that be?” Zoe asked.
Nami couldn’t believe what she heard next. The unmistakable sound of a zipper. Tyler’s fly was going down. Nami’s hand flew to her lips in disbelief. Tyler was fishing his cock out? Here? Now?! That was so bold! That was so…
“Holy shit…” Zoe breathed. “…Tyler, Nami could come back any second…”
“Nah, c’mon,” Tyler replied coolly. “We’ll hear her before we see her. We’ll even see her flashlight’s light way before she can see us. The second you can see anything, we stop. But until then…”
There was no sound for a bit, until Zoe let out a submissive moan. “Fuck, you’re packing…” she moaned.
“And what do you want to do to it?” Tyler asked. Nami was back to playing with her pussy at this point, praying that the bare minimum answer was ‘suck it.’ Though, if they just wanted to fuck right here and now, she would have stopped holding back on her moans, consequences be damned.
“I want to suck it, Tyler,” Zoe moaned. “Oh my God, I’ve never wanted anything more. Please, pleeease let me suck your cock.”
Tyler let out a low laugh. “I really didn’t expect you to be quite so submissive. Get on your knees.”
Nami had to imagine the visual of what was happening, but as soon as the sounds began to happen, her imagination had little trouble. The sounds of Tyler and Zoe making out were nothing compared to the sounds of Zoe moaning and gagging on Tyler’s dick. His, no doubt, thick, long, huge cock. Nami’s pussy was throbbing and pulsing. Her hips were humping her hands desperately. The sounds came straight from the heavens, and Nami needed to hear them more clearly.
The sounds of Zoe’s witty and pithy mouth being put to work on Tyler’s meatstick were too muffled for Nami’s liking. She risked everything, and scooted along the floor, trying to make as little noise as possible, until she was, unbeknownst to the two, right next to them, trying to take up as little space on the floor but still enough to rub and finger-fuck her needy pussy, listening to one of her best friends getting throatfucked by her other best friend. The two best friends that would never do this with each other, not even knowing she was watching. It was too much. It was too hot.
Nami couldn’t hold back. As she rubbed her sensitive little clit, she began her first orgasm, then rode it out into her second. Each second brought more pleasure, and reinforced how right all this felt. She wanted to be like this forever. Losing control over her own functions as much as her reality, she let out a single, quiet grunt.
She froze, despite her orgasm. As fun as this was, her actually blowing her cover was another thing entirely. To make matters worse, the sucking sounds abruptly stopped. Nami sat where she was, too terrified to move, until she heard any kind of sound. It sounded like a lesser version of what was happening before – wet, squishy, and coming from the same area, like Zoe was just giving him a handjob or something.
Suddenly, Nami felt something, and squeezed her eyes shut in terror. A finger, then a hand, on her one kneecap. Zoe caught her, and was identifying who, and where, she was. Nami was busted, especially when Zoe’s hand travelled down her leg somewhat and could likely figure out that the other leg was sprawled in the other direction. Zoe was a smart girl; she remembered the conversation from yesterday and could piece it all together. And now she knew.
“What’s up, Zoe? Something wrong?” Tyler asked. Nami held her breath, feeling complete dread knowing the answer.
Zoe didn’t answer for a few seconds, her hand still on Zoe’s knee. Finally, she spoke. “Nothing, Tyler,” she replied, shocking Nami so much she remained frozen in place. Zoe’s free hand travelled up the general area until she found Nami’s arm. Her touch travelled down to Nami’s fingers, finding it, embarrassingly, coated with her juices. She grabbed Nami’s hand and guided it back down between her legs. “Nothing in the slightest. Let me finish you off before Nami comes back.”
“Fuck yeah,” Tyler groaned as Zoe took him back in her mouth. Zoe’s free hand let go of Nami’s hand and went back to stroking her leg; up and down, over and over.
Nami was over being shocked, and could feel the panic dissipating within her body. Zoe knew what she was doing, and as far as she knew, Zoe wanted her to continue. Zoe caught her and wanted her to keep masturbating to her blowing Tyler. This was so perverse. Nami didn’t want to disrespect her friend, and would not have been able to hold back anyway, and threw her head back, masturbating furiously while enjoying Zoe’s hand stroking her leg. She wasn’t even bi (and as far as she knew, neither was Zoe) but just the touch of endorsement filled her with such a thrill that she could barely have spoken even if she wanted to at that moment. Any trace of rational thought was gone. Nami just needed to cum, badly. Her hand moved at mach speed, performing every trick in the book to please her pleading pussy, as her friend facefucked her other friend a few feet away, not knowing anything about his auditory audience.
***
“Aaaah,” Tyler moaned in sheer delight as the three of them exited the mall and felt the cool evening air on their faces. “That feels good. I didn’t realize how hot it can get in that stuffy old mall.”
“It’s definitely feeling a lot like October,” Nami observed, trying to use the night sky as an excuse to avoid looking at either of them.
“It’s like a week to Spooky Day,” Tyler replied, no doubt with a grin. Nami turned to look at him and, sure enough, there one was. “Got any idea what to go as yet?”
Nami shrugged, and Tyler turned to Zoe, who was spacing out and didn’t respond. “Earth to Zoe!”
“Huh? Oh, sorry…” Zoe mumbled. “Uh, Halloween? No idea. Maybe just like a cat or something.”
“Seems plain for you,” Tyler laughed.
At the light jab, Zoe snapped back to full attention. “Well at least I put effort into my costumes. You going as a lump of cardboard again this year?”
“It was a robot! I just ran out of silver spray paint,” Tyler complained.
“Speaking of shiny stuff, what did you steal this time?” Zoe asked him.
Tyler turned around, revealing nothing but the shirt on his back. “Nada,” he flatly answered.
“Wow, character development! You didn’t steal anything this time. Or did you just forget your backpack at home?” Zoe quipped.
Tyler looked her dead in the eyes. “Actually, I did want to take something. But maybe I can take it next time we come here,” he said plainly, yet challengingly. Zoe blushed. It was pretty clear what he meant.
Still, she recovered quickly. “A fourth time?! Tyler, we have to move on at some point.”
“Hey, I’m having fun if you are,” Tyler rebutted.
As much fun as the dramatic irony was to witness, Nami was starting to feel left out. She shivered in the late October wind. “Hey, if you two don’t mind, I think I’m going to start to bike home,” Nami started, trying not to let her tone reflect how she felt.
“No sweat!” Tyler replied.
Zoe was less enthusiastic. Her eyes darted around once or twice before she blurted, “Wait!”
Nami was already getting her bike, but hesitated at her friend’s words. “What is it?”
“You left something at my house when you last visited. Did you want to bike to my house and get it back real quick?”
“I did?” Nami asked with a scrunched-up face. “What did I leave?”
“A, uh, thing on your backpack. Like a clip or something? I guess it doesn’t matter that much, but I keep forgetting to bring it to school. It would mean a lot to me if you could come get it.”
Internally, Nami groaned. She hated when people guilt-tripped her into things, especially social situations, mostly because it worked every time on her. “Sure,” she replied.
“Great!” Zoe said enthusiastically, and turned to Tyler. “We’ll see you Monday?”
“You know it,” Tyler replied. “I gotta get some work done on Sunday anyway. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve fallen crazy behind.”
Zoe gave a sympathetic laugh. “Yeah,” she murmured quietly. “Well…” she stood there awkwardly, as if she was mulling over giving him a hug or something. “…yeah, anyway, see you Monday!” As the last words fell out of her mouth, the two girls got on their bikes and started the journey towards Zoe’s house, which at the very least was like the midway point between Nami’s house and the mall.
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