Taxi

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

"We are not going to be taking the train." Mitsuru stated firmly. "We're going to hail a taxi, assuming this deviant being will allow it."

The barely dressed trio made their way down to the lobby of the hotel, drawing stares, whistles, and outright lewd comments from passersby. Trying to ignore the looks and words (and largely failing) they stepped out onto the street. Mitsuru stepped forward, prepared to hail a taxi, when she hesitated.

"Er... could one of you hail the cab, please?" Mitsuru asked. "I would, but I fear this top might not survive the movement."

Minako nodded in understanding and stepped up beside her redheaded senpai. Carefully, the SEES leader held out a hand and gave a little wave, hoping to get the attention of an incoming taxi. Of course it was essentially impossible for the three girls to not get people's attention, and a taxi practically sped into the space in front of them. Flashing her friends a hesitant smile, Minako pulled open the backseat of the vehicle and climbed in.

"Gekkoukan High, please." Minako said, her voice barely a whisper. "The faster the better, if you could."

"No promises." the driver answered as the other girls filed in.

As Yukari filed in after Mitsuru, the SEES girls quickly realized that there was a major issue with their decision to take a cab. While a train could be crowded, there was at least floor space and the technical possibility of a personal bubble. The back seat of a taxi allowed no such thing, and the three were huddled tightly together in the back seat of the taxi. While none of them were unfamiliar with skin-on-skin contact with each other at this point, it made things no less awkward.

Even worse, Temptation's magic seemed to be inclined to make this prolonged contact lightly arousing, slowly beginning to make the three girls restless. Hiding the obvious signs of their arousal was essentially impossible, pebbled nipples pressing tightly against the meager material of their tops, and small dark spots appearing between their legs. When the driver took a turn a bit harder than the girls were expecting, things got even worse.

Minako leaned into Misturu, her hand slipping between her senpai's legs as she tried to steady herself. Mitsuru, meanwhile, leaned into Yukari, her face pressing tight against the younger girl's collarbone. The simple contact in the car had been bad enough, but this was enough to start tearing down their inhibitions. All three could feel the fire building within them, and they knew that things were about to get serious if the trip didn't end soon.