More Than A Toilet Break

Lunch came late, around two-thirty, in the sprawling food court of the new city center mall. They claimed two pushed-together tables near the edge. Their bags stowed underneath, making their foot space a little crowded.

Gray didn’t buy any food for himself, only a drink. When he got hungry, he just moved freely among them while they ate, with his Semblance active. When he wanted a bite from their meals or just to play, he would get up and circle around to sample their meals or touch them however he wanted. Right there in the food court.

He leaned over Ruby’s shoulder to steal a fry, letting his hand brush down the front of her hoodie, cupping one breast for a short moment. She didn’t react or even jolt. With Weiss, he tried some of her salad, if only to be little healthy himself, then let his fingers trail along her body and up her torso. Here she had a small shudder at his ghostly touch but still didn’t react much.

Blake got a slow, deliberate grope from behind while she sipped her drink, his palm sliding down her back to squeeze her ass cheek. Yang got a full-on grope session on her tits. He stood behind her and had each hand filled with one of her big cupcakes. He stood there for a couple minutes playing and squeezing her tits.

He sampled bites from everyone’s trays. Each time finding a way to touch, to look down tops, to feel skin. And no one batted an eye. He did all this in full view of the entire food court with no one caring one bit. His Semblance really was fit for a pervert like him.

He paid for half the table without hesitation. It was Torchwick’s lien, after all. It was free money after all. Even if it came from dubious places.

The girls did try to protest a little, saying that he paid for a lot of their new outfits already. But he still insisted.

While most of the girls politely hesitated at first, he found that Ren and Nora hesitated the most. Those two had hesitated even when he offered to cover a few of the clothes they had picked out earlier. They had exchanged a glance when he had paid for their meals, making him wonder what the deal was.

“You sure?” Nora asked, unusually subdued for a second.

Gray had shrugged it off. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry about it.”

They accepted, gratefully, but with that same tiny strain Gray had noticed. He wondered what that was about.

During lunch, Pyrrha had casually asked about allowances. Innocent curiosity, since they had spent quite a bit on clothes today. Most of the girls gave some sort of acceptable answer, like Yang and Ruby saying that their dad gave them money every couple of weeks. Weiss of course had fuck-you money from her father. Blake gave some sort of nonchalant answer about savings, which made Gray wonder if it was from her White Fang days. Jeanne got money from her parents and from her tournament days, same as Pyrrha. But it was Ren and Nora that made him pay attention.

Ren answered with her usual quiet and calm nature. “My mother sends what she can. Every few weeks.”

An answer very similar to Yang and Ruby’s.

Nora **** a laugh. “My Auntie sends me stuff when she can, too.”

But her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Gray noticed. The others either didn’t notice or chose not to pry.

He filed it away, wondering if he needed to have another conversation about parents.

Gray was now leaning back in his chair, relaxing for the moment. The food had mostly been eaten, and the girls were just sitting and chatting for now. He tried stretching his legs out under the table, avoiding the bags where he could. The afternoon had already been a marathon of changing rooms, groping, and two orgasms. The first with Yang and Jeanne, then with Blake in her goth dress. His balls ached in that way that told him he’d pushed limits a little bit, but the sight of eight gorgeous girls laughing and chatting around him kept his cock half-interested.

He was debating whether to test his stamina further today, maybe push for one more round before they headed back, when Pyrrha set her drink down and stood.

“I need to use the restroom.” She said calmly, smoothing her skirt. “Won’t be long.”

Jeanne looked up immediately, already rising. “I’ll come with you.”

Gray watched them go. He was surprised the other girls didn’t also join them as a group. He thought girls always went to the toilet as a herd.

But this might be an opportunity.

He waited a moment, then activated his Semblance while the other girls were talking, then stood and trailed after them. Gray slipped away from the food court table while the others were still picking at fries and sipping drinks. He approached the restrooms that Jeanne and Pyrrha had entered.

He stepped into the ladies' room, feeling a little apprehensive. His Semblance hadn’t failed him yet, but his old sensibilities liked tensing up in these situations. The door clicked softly behind him as he stepped inside.

He now stood in the tiled room where women did their business. The sinks were on his right, and the stalls were lining the walls opposite. Two stalls were occupied with no one else in sight. Jeanne and Pyrrha were the only ones there.

He heard some movement from one and decided to wait by the sinks for them to finish. Getting “busy” with them while they took a leak wasn’t what he was looking to do. But then he heard them talking.

“Lords, my legs were starting to ache. How many stores have we hit so far?” He heard Jeanne say.

“I think I lost count after the third or fourth store.” Pyrrha’s voice floated over the partition. “Nora’s energy is contagious… in small doses.”

Jeanne laughed softly. “She’s like a tornado made of sugar and hammers. I’m honestly impressed she hasn’t broken anything yet.”

A soft chuckle from Pyrrha. “Ren’s doing heroic work keeping her contained.”

There was a short silence.

“So… how are things with Gray? You two seem closer every day.” Pyrrha asked. Gray straightened after hearing his name.

“It’s… good. Really good. He’s sweet when it’s just us. Patient. And the way he looks at me sometimes, like I’m the only person in the room, it still makes my stomach flip.”

Pyrrha hummed approvingly. “He’s smitten. You can tell. And he’s good for you. You smile more now.”

“Yeah. I do.” Jeanne agreed. Gray could hear the smile in her words.

Gray didn’t quite know how to react to that, but he did feel a little embarrassed and maybe even a little fuzzy inside. And perhaps no small amount of guilt, too. He has manipulated her, and all of them, to get a harem of girls after all. He’s been planning to use them for his sexual satisfaction this whole time, even if he still made it so they could feel happiness.

Heck, even now, he was planning to do something sexual with them once they were finished peeing. He felt a little hesitant now.

The silence, which must have been a comfortable one for them, passed by before the sounds of them finishing up could be heard. Then came the flush of toilets in near unison.

Before the stall doors opened, Gray glanced at his hand and saw the blur of his Semblance still working. Then the doors opened and the two girls walked out. They went over to the sinks, right next to Gray, and went about washing their hands.

Pyrrha glanced sideways at her as she pumped soap into her palm. “You’re happy. It’s nice to see.”

Jeanne met her eyes in the mirror, smiling softly. “I am. Thanks for asking.”

Pyrrha dried her hands with a paper towel. “Anytime.”

Now that they were finished, Gray spoke.

“You two will follow me.”

Once he saw them turn their heads to look at him and nod easily, he turned to the row of stalls. He walked over to one that hadn’t previously been used and walked in. He heard them walk behind him. He turned around and saw them just inside the doorway, waiting for his next words.

“Come in and close the door, please.” He said, and they obeyed. They moved further into the somewhat cramped space, and Pyrrha closed and locked the door.

Now, Gray stood with two pretty girls in a toilet stall. They stood there waiting for what he would do next with a passive expression. He looked them up and down. Jeanne in her short denim shorts showing off her sexy legs and a simple t-shirt that hugged her curves a little. And Pyrrha in her burgundy sweater and flowing skirt looked conservative, but still very attractive, making Gray imagine taking them off of her.

He considered what to do now, looking from one to the other. As they waited for him to do or say something, they looked to each other.

“That dress you tried just before we went for lunch was really cute. It’s a shame you didn’t buy it. The way it flared at the hips? It looked amazing on you.” Jeanne said to Pyrrha. Gray wondered if she was referring to the red dress he saw Pyrrha wearing at some point. He couldn’t remember when that was but the image did stick in his mind.

Pyrrha smiled, a little self-conscious. “I thought it was nice too, but it felt… too much? Like I was trying to show off. I already have enough attention.”

Jeanne laughed softly. “You deserve to show off sometimes, Pyrr.”

Gray was half-hard just from standing this close to them in such a confined space. Jeanne in those short denim shorts that left her thighs bare and smooth, Pyrrha in her burgundy sweater and flowing skirt that hinted at the strong, graceful legs underneath.

He considered his options.

He could have them both right here, one after the other. He could make them strip and touch each other while he watched, then join in. The possibilities spun through his mind, each one making his cock throb.

He exhaled slowly through his nose.

He made his decision.

He spoke.

“You two won’t remember anything that happens in this toilet stall once you leave it.” This was on the off chance that they remembered doing illicit things with each other.

Jeanne and Pyrrha blinked once, passive and accepting. Their expressions didn’t change; they simply nodded faintly.

Then Gray stepped closer.

“Start kissing each other.”

Jeanne turned to Pyrrha without hesitation. Pyrrha met her halfway. Their lips brushed, soft at first, exploratory, then deepened. Jeanne’s hands slid up Pyrrha’s arms to her shoulders; Pyrrha cupped Jeanne’s face gently, tilting her head to kiss deeper.

Gray watched, his pulse hammering away. Two beautiful girls, two friends, making out inches from him. Jeanne’s tongue slipped past Pyrrha’s lips; Pyrrha hummed softly in response, fingers threading into Jeanne’s blonde hair.

Gray’s cock strained painfully now.

“Touch each other.” He ordered quietly. “Grope. Finger each other under the clothes.”

Jeanne’s hand slid down Pyrrha’s side, slipping under the hem of her skirt. Pyrrha gasped softly against her mouth as Jeanne’s fingers found the edge of her panties, then pushed inside. Pyrrha mirrored her, her hand unbuttoning Jeanne’s shorts and pulling the zipper down, then dipping in past the waistband. Fingers sliding behind panties.

They moaned into each other’s mouths. Quiet and needy sounds escape their lips. Their hips rocked subtly as they fingered one another. Jeanne’s shorts were tight enough that her wrist strained against the fabric; Pyrrha’s skirt gave more room, letting her hand move freely.

Gray couldn’t wait any longer.

He undid his belt, unzipped, and freed his dick. He sat on the toilet lid, his coat protecting his butt from the possibly dirty seat. He stroked himself lazily as he watched them for a moment longer.

“Jeanne.” He said, his voice a little rough. “Take your shorts off and come straddle me. Ride my cock until we both come.”

Jeanne broke the kiss with a soft whimper. She pulled her hand free from Pyrrha’s panties, her fingers now glistening. She then stepped toward Gray and pulled her shorts down her legs. She stepped out of them and folded them before looking around for where to put them. Gray held his hand out and took them, tucking them between his back and his coat.

Jeanne then climbed onto his lap carefully, knees bracketing his hips. Gray glanced at her exposed panties and saw how wet they were. She reached down, pulled the fabric aside, and lined him up. The head of his cock nudged her entrance. She felt hot against the glans of his dick. Wet heat dripping down his shaft.

She sank down slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. A long, involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped her. Gray groaned low in his throat, hands gripping her hips.

“Pyrrha.” He said, eyes never leaving Jeanne’s flushed face. “Take off your sweater and skirt. Hang them on the hook. Then dance sexily for me.”

Pyrrha obeyed without pause. She peeled the burgundy sweater over her head, revealing a simple tank top which she pulled off next. Under that was a black bra that cupped her full breasts perfectly. She then unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her legs. She stepped out of it and found loops in the clothing to help hang them on the hook on the door.

Then she began to move.

Slow, sensual rolls of her hips, her back arching, hands sliding up her own body, tracing the curve of her waist, cupping her breasts through the bra. She turned, giving him the view of her ass in matching black panties, swaying side to side. He wondered if she might have been too embarrassed to dance like that if his Semblance wasn’t in effect. Though, she was pretty good at dancing like that. Maybe she had done it before? Or it was simply that his Semblance took away all sense of embarrassment, which made it easier for her to dance without shy thoughts holding her back.

Jeanne started riding him. Slowly at first, rising and falling on Gray’s cock, inner walls clenching around him with every downward stroke. She braced her hands on his shoulders, breathing ragged.

Gray watched Pyrrha dance while Jeanne fucked him, her hips grinding, tits bouncing under her shirt, soft moans slipping out despite her efforts to stay quiet.

He reached his hands up, sliding under her shirt to palm her breasts, groping and squeezing until she gasped.

Pyrrha kept dancing, now a little closer, hips rolling inches from his knee.

The sight of two women, one fucking him and the other dancing for him, was almost too much. The situation itself was incredible for a horny young man. That he could make something like this happen at all was almost enough to make him pop straight away.

But he desperately tried to hold back. He had already orgasmed twice today. He should be able to hold on for a little bit longer still.

Jeanne humped up and down, changing the angle when she seemed to discover a nicer feeling one way or the other. The change in angle also affected him, getting tighter at one point, then loosening a little, giving him time to collect himself. But then it would get tight again without warning.

Her voice was the worst part. She sounded so cute with her small moans, but what topped it all off was the look in her eyes. She still saw this whole thing through the lens of a person affected by his Semblance. In other words, despite this being a sexy situation, and despite her cheeks warming and her small moans, her eyes said this was still a normal moment.

She looked like this was just a moment like any other. Like it was normal to go into a toilet stall with him and fuck him where her friend could see.

Something about that fact did it for him.

Gray’s control frayed.

He gripped Jeanne’s hips harder, holding her to him as he felt his dick pulse. He gritted his teeth as he said, “Cum for me, Jeanne!”

Jeanne’s moans grew sharper, her body trembling. He could feel her walls constrict, milking him. Her pussy clenched tight around him as she came hard, shuddering, soaking his lap.

He felt his throbbing dick let out inside her, spilling his seed inside her.

They stayed like that for a moment, panting and flushed.

Gray looked on at the two young women through a nice haze of pleasure. Then clarity came back to him as he noticed that Pyrrha was still dancing.

“You can stop dancing now, Pyrrha.” He said, and she stopped.

He then looked to Jeanne and thought about what would happen if she stood up. His seed would spill down her legs. He thought about how to deal with that, then looked at Pyrrha. He hadn’t really done anything big with her until now. He hadn’t kissed her or flirted with her like he had with Weiss. Or Nora. But he could get her to lick his cum out of Jeanne. That would be hot.

But he also wanted to avoid too much spillage. The thought of leaving cum stains in this mall toilet made him cringe a little for the woman that would have to use this stall next.

“Hey, Jeanne, are you able to use your Aura to like... hold my cum in your pussy for a few seconds, at least?” He asked, remembering what he tried getting Yang to do that time they fucked in the common room.

Jeanne thought about it for a moment before she nodded. “Sure, I’ll give that a go.”

She then made a face of concentration with her eyes closed, and Gray thought he could see a slight shimmer along her skin. Jeanne did have ridiculous amounts of Aura, so this really shouldn’t have been a surprise.

After watching her, he said, “Once you’ve done that, can you get up then lean against the wall while Pyrrha squats down to lick my cum out of your pussy?”

“Sure.” She said, still with her eyes closed. She blinked them open and carefully lifted off of him. Gray felt his dick slip out of her pussy and kept his hand at the base so it wouldn’t flop onto his belly or t-shirt.

Jeanne then stepped back and shifted over to the side, leaning her back against the stall wall. Pyrrha took that as her cue to step over to her and squat down, her knees not touching the floor. Without any preamble the red head leaned forward and placed her mouth over Jeanne’s wet hole. Her tongue lapped gently at her swollen pussy, cleaning Gray’s release with slow, thorough strokes. Jeanne whimpered softly, fingers in Pyrrha’s hair.

The slight shimmer over Jeanne’s skin abated as Pyrrha ate her out. The sight of which made Gray throb a little, despite having came just then. Pyrrha herself was moaning a little, reminding him of the commands he gave about liking the taste. Her moans had Jeanne quivering and sighing.

The pussy eating continued for a bit until Gray imagined that there was no more cum. So he said, “If there’s none left Pyrrha, you can stand up again and kiss Jeanne.”

There was an unintelligible word said, then she rose and kissed Jeanne again, sharing the taste of his cum. Gray watched, cock softening but still twitching at the sight.

He also needed cleaning since his dick was glistening with the fluids of his sex with Jeanne.

“Pyrrha, can you lick my dick clean?” He asked, feeling excited at the thought of a new girl licking him. He was thinking of flirting with her after making things official with Weiss. Then the rest of JNPR would follow.

Pyrrha pulled back from the kiss with Jeanne, lips still shiny and a soft flush on her cheeks. She turned to Gray with that same warm, polite smile she always wore. Like this was just another casual moment between friends.

“Of course.” She said cheerfully, voice bright and unruffled. “I’d be happy to.”

She stepped forward gracefully, then lowered herself to squat between his spread thighs. Her hands rested lightly on his thighs for balance. Gray’s cock, still slick with Jeanne’s wetness and his own release, twitched at the sight of her so close and so calm.

Pyrrha leaned in without hesitation. Her tongue flicked out first, softly, tentative. She lapped gently at the underside of his shaft, cleaning the combined fluids with slow, careful strokes. She worked her way up, circling the head, then took just the tip between her lips to suck lightly, drawing out the last traces of cum.

Gray groaned low in his throat. The warmth of her mouth, the careful way she licked him clean... it was enough to make his cock thicken again almost immediately, swelling back to full hardness against her tongue.

“Keep it up.” Gray rasped, voice rough. “Make me cum again.”

Pyrrha hummed and began to move in earnest. Gray noticed Jeanne watching them idly while still leaning against the stall wall.

This was almost certainly Pyrrha’s first time giving a blowjob. She started slow and exploratory. Her lips stretched around his girth, tongue pressing flat along the underside as she bobbed shallowly. But she learned fast. Her cheeks hollowed on the upstroke, tongue swirling around the head on every pass. Her free hand cupped his balls gently, rolling them, feeling their weight.

Gray’s head tipped back against the wall. “Fuck yeah... Go faster, please.”

She sped up. Her head moved faster, hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. Wet, slick sounds filled the cramped stall. Pyrrha’s breathing grew heavier through her nose, but she never faltered.

Gray felt the pressure building again.

“Pyrrha.” He growled, hand sliding into her red hair. “I’m gonna cum. Swallow every drop.”

She moaned some sort of soft reply around him, vibrating the length of his cock, and took him deeper, throat relaxing as best she could.

Gray’s hips jerked once, twice, then he came with a low, guttural groan, shooting his load into her mouth. Pyrrha tried valiantly to swallow it all, gulping again and again, her throat working overtime, but a small trickle escaped the corner of her mouth, sliding down her chin.

When the last pulse faded, she pulled back slowly, careful not to let anything else spill. She leaned back on her heels, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and glossy. With one finger she caught the stray drop on her chin, brought it to her mouth, and licked it clean.

Gray exhaled shakily, cock softening in the cool air.

“Clean me again.” He said quietly.

Pyrrha nodded once, still smiling that gentle, polite smile, and leaned forward. She licked him clean with soft, thorough strokes, base to tip, careful around the sensitive head, until he was glistening only with her spit.

He stayed soft this time. His body had reached its limit for now.

Gray leaned back, content, watching them both.

“You can get dressed now.” He said, content to just observe.

Jeanne and Pyrrha got moving without question. Pyrrha grabbed her clothes from the hook and set about getting dressed. Jeanne pulled her shorts back into place. They moved with easy grace, chatting softly between themselves about nothing in particular.

Gray sat there, pants still open, cock fully flaccid now, simply enjoying the sight of them. Flushed, satisfied, completely at ease in his presence.

When they were finished, they turned to him with passive attention.

Gray tucked himself away, zipped up, and stood.

“You two can head out now.” He told them and watched as they left the toilet stall. He got up and followed behind. But then he thought that he might need to do his own business. So, he went back into the stall and took a leak, trying to avoid any post-nut sputter.

He finished up and washed his hands, looking in the mirror at his contented face. It still felt so ridiculous to him. All the sex, and the world ending drama. His mind still had trouble squaring it all away neatly. He stared some more before leaving the restroom.

He stepped out into the busy food court. They contrast of the hustle and bustle after the sex he had left him feeling a little out of sorts. But he shrugged that off and went back to his table.

No one had entered the toilet in all that time that he and the other two had been away, and the girls back at the food court table didn’t seem to mind how long they took.

Gray sat back down and deactivated his Semblance and proceeded to watch with some amusement as the others then took turns going to the toilet. They really did go in herds.

The shopping trip wasn’t over just yet, but it did feel like they were winding down soon.

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