A BUSY outdoor shopping center. (Rebecca Leads)

As you run away from the giddy crowd giggling at your jiggling assets, Rebecca takes the lead to your next destination; your hand firmly grasped in hers. Zoe keeps up easily even with her chubbier, busty frame. While rushing a half-step behind the beautiful cheerleader, you notice her lustful blue eyes are torn between the road ahead, and your tiny, rock-hard dick. She wipes away the drool threatening to drip down her chin.

Soon, you arrive at her destination. A quiet yelp escapes your throat as the European traffic and crowded storefronts come into view, but you keep a brave face while Rebecca pulls you closer to the bustling sidewalk. Even Zoe, despite having the most modest attire of your trio (she’s not exactly buck-ass-nude) seems like she wants to avoid the attention.

“Hey, R-Rebecca…” you stammer in protest, pulling against her grip without the sense to cover your throbbing little cock. “I don’t think we can go here, there are too many people. A-and I’m still naked.”

“Is your brain smaller than your dick?” The cheerleader asks with eyes lazily drifting between your erection and beet-red face. “We’re getting you a new speedo here, Sam.”

If your face wasn’t red a second ago, it sure as shit looks like a tomato now. Zoe keeps her gaze latched onto your buns, and her words unspoken while you say to Rebecca, “Hold up, do you actually mean a Speedo? But that’s barely better than being naked!”

“Ugh, Sam, look, if you’re gonna be my new fuck-buddy, you need to dress like it. And that means dressing sexy for me.”

There’s a certain kind of confidence you get, realizing that both these women have been ogling you for the better part of an hour. It translates into indignation, getting too big for your non-existent britches when you ask Rebecca, “Seriously? You made me cream myself in front of all those girls, and now you act like you own me? Is there a reason you’re so mean!?”

Rebecca is not having your back talk, and yanks your naked body closer to her smoldering gaze as she snarls. “Listen here Sam, I don’t know how to be ‘nice’. Nobody ever taught me that crap. I only know how to get what I want.” She lets her eyes drift down for a moment, biting her lip as she catches a glimpse of your penis. “And right now, I don’t want you to be… so embarrassed. I wanna see you naked, but I don’t wanna think about how badly you got humiliated, so let’s just get you a new swimsuit already, okay?”

“That’s… actually real nice of you, Rebecca. I’m sorry for snapping, to make it up, how about we call this a date?” You tease, enjoying a blush creep up the cheerleader’s cute face. Aww, I never thought I’d see her acting all shy, Rebecca’s kind of adorable when she’s pouting.

But, in spite of agreeing to waltz into the busy outdoor mall with her…