Carrie Doesn't Seem to Mind That Much

“You know, I like it, the breeze hitting that special place,” I swayed, the pink pleat skirt swayed along with the movement of my own hips, threatening to give anyone staring at me a peek at my treasure “very… exhilarating.”

I bit my lip as I let my hand wander down to my crotch, intent on getting a little touch in while I was feeling good, but Lisa smacked my hand away in disgust.

“Carrie, I know you’re as big of an exhibitionist slut as Erica is, maybe even bigger,” Lisa crossed her arms, the disgust was more than obvious, and she wasn’t shy about speaking in a very audible tone as we were still next to the register, thankfully there was no one waiting in line, so we weren’t holding anyone up “but Erica at least has the decency to act like she’s embarrassed about it, you on the other hand would gladly have a gangbang in the middle of this mall if you had the chance.”

“No…” I did my best to deny this accusation even as I hungrily and vividly imagined it in my head, I even wanted to reach down and touch myself, imagining the scenario, but Lisa wouldn’t have any of it as she smacked my hand away “A gangbang would be too much, too exhausting.”

Lisa scoffed and rolled her eyes, and dragged me along to another shop, where I was supposed to find a top.