Suggest going somewhere more private because you're feeling really strange and aroused

Westfield Galleria Mall, unknown city, at 2:59 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

The words spill from your glossy lips before you can second-guess them. "We need to go somewhere private. Like, right now. I'm feeling really fucking strange and I'm so..." You trail off, squirming where you stand, thighs pressing together as another wave of heat rolls through your core. "I'm really horny."

The bluntness of your own admission makes Tyler's eyebrows shoot up. "Holy shit, did Nate just say she's horny?"

"She," Marcus mutters, still staring at your chest. "Fuck, that's gonna take some getting used to."

"Bathroom?" Derek suggests, his voice rougher than usual. "The family restroom on the second floor locks from inside."

Evan shifts uncomfortably, his pale cheeks flushed. "Are we really gonna... I mean, what are we even talking about here?"

"Dude, look at her," Tyler says, gesturing at you with his phone. "Nate's literally a smoking hot chick now and she just said she needs privacy because she's horny. I think we all know what we're talking about."

Your pussy clenches at his words, another gush of wetness soaking into your panties. The thought of being alone with them, of them touching this body, makes your head spin. The rational part of your brain that should be horrified is drowning under a tidal wave of pure need.

"Yes," you breathe, and you're not even sure what you're agreeing to anymore. Your hands move to your chest again, cupping your breasts through the thin crop top. "Please, I need... something. This is driving me crazy."

Marcus grabs your wrist, his touch sending sparks across your skin. "Alright, come on. Before you start fucking yourself right here in the food court."

He pulls you forward and you stumble on legs that feel too long, too smooth, too sensitive. Tyler falls in beside you, still recording. Derek and Evan follow behind, and you can feel their eyes on your ass in those tiny shorts with every step.

The mall blurs around you as Marcus leads your group toward the escalators. Every movement makes your thighs rub together, makes your tits bounce, makes the seam of your shorts press against your swollen clit. By the time you reach the second floor, you're breathing hard and a thin sheen of sweat makes your skin glisten.

"Here," Derek says, pointing to a door marked 'FAMILY RESTROOM.' He tries the handle and it swings open, revealing a spacious single-occupancy bathroom with a changing table, a toilet, and a sink. Most importantly, a lock on the door.

All five of you crowd inside, and Marcus flips the lock with a decisive click that makes your heart race even faster.