Yukari is joined by the other two

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Inside herself, Yukari's mind was paralyzed with horror. Last night she had consoled herself with the belief that hearing the horror stories of her friends turned lovers might somehow inoculate herself against the impending embarrassment. Surely nothing could be worse than submitting herself to Mitsuru and being **** to pleasure herself in front of Minako! She knew now what a flimsy lie that had been. What could ever prepare her for this? The world around her was a confusing mesh of honking horns, screaming voices (angry motorists and cat calls in equal measure), and faces....an endless number of leering, grinning faces pressed up against car windows or crowding the sidewalk. Everywhere she looked she found more eyes staring at her, in a nightmarish panorama that seemed to go on forever.

And what a sight she was. Her mostly naked body was gyrating to and fro with increasing energy. Her hips swayed back and forth, acting as a fulcrum for the rest of her body, allowing her breasts and her hips to bounce in a hypnotic pattern. Her traitorous hands did nothing to cover herself, either raised well above her hand as she moved in reckless abandon, or worse moving up and down her body in time with the music, touching and teasing her sensitive areas. Periodically she would pull on her tiny red top, pressing her breasts up and together. Her sensitive nipples were being yanked this way and that in a way she found painful and pleasurable all at once!

Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around Yukari stared in stunned silence as Minako stood there, her brown hair blowing in the breeze and her large red eyes filled with concern. There was a light blush running down her whole body, something the dark blue of her tiny bikini served to emphasize in contrast. Yukari took a moment to stare. Her friend (girlfriend? That would take a little getting used to!) was an awesome sight. Which of course meant Yukari herself was no less memorable...the poor girl blushed at the thought.

"What are you doing here??" Yukari squeeked, as she and Minako pressed up against one another in time with the music, their breasts squeezing together.

"I couldn't just stand there watching that happen to you!" Minako said.

"You can get us out of this??" Yukari whispered, as she did a little pirouette and turned away from her friend.

"Err...no. Not really." Minako said, as she unwillingly untied her friend's bikini top.

"Oh, well THANKS!" Yukari squeeked as she turned back around, her nipples barely hidden by the remaining fabric. "Who said I wanted your help anyway??"

"Excuse me? Oh, sorry! Next time I'll just sit back and enjoy your humiliation!" Minako said, duplicating Yukari's earlier movements and feeling her own top being loosened.

"You think two naked girls solves anything??" Yukari sniped back, as the pair took their hands and dipped them beneath the remaining fabric. As one they flung the garments as while turning back to face one another, their now fully naked breasts against pressing together, teasing both their audience and themselves.

"At least you wouldn't be alone!" Minako snapped.

"I can handle myself! I don't need you to babysit me every time something goes wrong!" Yukari snapped back.

The pair glared at each other, then to their mutual surprise started to kiss.

"Wurt yu duick??" Yukari tried to ask despite the sudden intrusion of tongue in her mouth.

"S'not Meh" Minako moaned back.

Evidently their other selves didn't care for this particular argument. The pair tried to fight the public display of affection for a moment, then began to kiss of their own volition. Unfortunately, what comfort and delight they could glean from the contact was painfully marred by their public display and the habit their puppetteers had with taking things further than either wanted. They continued to kiss, even as their legs entwined themselves and began to rub against their most sensitive of areas. The fabric between their legs was soaked with their mutual juices.

"All right!" Yukari said, breathless and horny. "Thanks for being here!"

"....You really are a little Tsundere sometimes, you know that?" Minako whispered, her body still pressed tightly against her lover's knee.

"Oh, shut up." Yukari muttered, then gasped in alarm. The pair separated suddenly, their breasts exposed to the public. Worse, as one they clapped their hands together and held them above their heads, moving their shoulders from side to side like a pair of snake charmers. Their breasts bounced in every direction, emphasized and exposed to everyone.

"This isn't happening!" Yukari cried, then glanced up in renewed horror. A familiar sedan was amongst the vehicles. From inside she could see the faces of her schoolmates, part of the click the popular girl hung around when she wasn't chasing shadows. They looked shocked, but also were giggling to each other. One had a cameraphone out!

"Nooo! This can't get any worse!" She cried. Her other self disagreed. She and Minako suddenly found their hands around their hips, playing with the strings of their bikini bottoms.

"No! Please! I'm sorry! Doooon't!" Yukari begged her body. Her hands did not expose her all at once. Instead, as her hips continued to sway her hands pulled at the edges of the bikini, stretching and stretching, making her intent obvious. Then, down came the bikini bottom for a moment, then back up. Yukari heard laughter, clapping, and more catcalls in the distance.

"Thank goodness!" She said to herself as the tiny bikini came back up to cover her inner folds. Her relief was short lived. She and Minako found their hands continuing to pull on the fabric, higher and higher into the material was enveloped by their throbbing slits. Her humiliation was now complete, as she felt her hands move the fabric up and down along her sex, rubbing against her clit in an embarrassingly pleasurable way.

Yukari and Minako did nothing to hide their display, throwing their heads back, thrusting their beautiful breasts out, and eagerly molesting themselves with the former fabric. Yukari found herself facing her former peers directly, completely open and exposed and pleasuring herself to the shock and awe of her social circle.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Yukari moaned as she felt an orgasm building up. "Please! Let me wake up!"

"Girls!" Mitsuru called, pulling them both away just as the orgasm would have come.

"Senpai!" The pair gasped as one.

"Get back in the car before..." Mitsuru sighed as she felt her body move on its own. Without any fanfare both girls moved to either side of Mitsuru, grasped the top of her barely held together bikini, and pulled. Mitsuru's massive, beautiful breasts popped into view. The motorists honked their approval.

"Sorry!" Minako wailed. "Its not us!"

"I am well aware of that." Mitsuru said, trying to keep calm. "That, however..."

The girls ripped away the bottom of Mitsuru's bikini, leaving the three entirely naked.

"...makes this no less humiliating."