She'll Take The Hoodie

As fun as that thought was, going nude through a drive-thru...I wasn't entirely sure I was ready for it. With a sigh, I reached back and grabbed the hoodie, straightening it out before pulling it over my head. Feeling fabric on my skin like this again was a funny sensation, besides the apron earlier the last time I'd worn any clothes at all was last night in the park, it'd been even longer since I'd put any pants on.

"I'm not gonna hide my legs though" I affirmed, mostly to myself, even if I directed it at Emma.

"Whatever you're most comfortable with" She replied with a smile, taking the next couple of corners until the McDonalds finally came into view.

It was one of the more modern places, I still had the mental image of the stark reds and yellows they used to be decorated with. These days they were kind of modern, lots of browns and greys, I didn't really have a strong opinion on the change in aesthetic, food was food. Though I couldn't lie that it lacked a certain whimsy.

Pulling into the parking lot it was easy to notice two things. One, every spot aside from two staff spaces were completely barren...and two, the drive-thru was closed currently due to there not being many staff on site, at least according to the sign.

"Shit, no dice" I say, skimming the sign again.

"Shit indeed. It's okay, we can do a drive-thru some other time" Emma sighed "I'll just pull up, go in and grab some nuggets or something, maybe milkshakes. You wait in the car"

It was a bit disappointing, but I understood not wanting to drive around all day hoping to find one open. We pulled into a parking space, Emma turned the engine off, then got out.

But I was wanting. I didn't want to just get cucked by circumstances.

Biting my lip, I thought my idea was crazy, but I got out of the car, closing the door behind me.

"Uh, Rachel?" My friend asked, a little confused "...are you coming?"

"Y-yeah. I mean, what if you get the wrong milkshake?" I shrug, but I felt my cheeks burning up. My excuse was dogwater.

"...sure" She flashed me a nervous smirk, clearly trying to keep her cool as well, not as poorly as me however.

Flexing my bare toes on the tarmac, I considered whether this was even a smart idea at all, but then simply made my way to Emma's side and took her hand, weaving my fingers with my friend's...and we walked.

It wasn't a long walk, but it was certainly enough for me to see inside. The place was basically empty, besides the staff working there, and I could only see two faces as their shapes moved about their tasks. It made me feel a little less nervous.

Those nerves were tested as we stepped inside, the heating was on at a nice ambient temperature, a nice contrast to the cool morning air. It did nothing to ease the feeling of bare feet on the smooth tiled floor though.

I could already tell we were getting strange glances from the staff, but they hadn't said anything yet.

Emma had the helm here, instead of going to the self ordering screens she led me to the main counter. It wasn't specifically manned, but there was a register there in case anyone like us wanted to order face to face rather than via machine.

I whisper 'what are you doing?' wondering why she was intent on causing an interaction like this.

"Trust me" My friend replied with confidence, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

And so we waited at the counter, I started to consider whether we were waiting because they were light on staff, or because they were figuring out what to do with the customer who at the very least had no shoes on.

Biting my lip I saw someone approach, she looked like a manager, shirt, tie. But about our age, maybe a little older. Soft facial features, dark skin, hair done up in a tight bun.

"H-hi, how may we help you?" She asked, almost seeming confused...maybe she thought this was a bet.

"Yes we'd like to order. Can we get a ten box nugget meal, a Sprite and a uh..." Emma turned to look my way, and I realised I was supposed to answer.

"Oh uh, vanilla milkshake, please" I blurted out.

"And a vanilla milkshake please" Emma finished with a smile.

"Right. And uh-" The manager, her nametag said 'Miley' looked back to what I assumed was the other member of staff, I couldn't see. Then back at us again "Okay so I can take your order, but I need to ask if this is a dare"

"A...dare?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"Miss I know you aren't wearing any shoes, and I'm not naive enough to think you have short shorts on under there" Her tone was firm, but not mean. It didn't feel like she was calling me out exactly. "We haven't had anyone come in today at all, I just want to be on the level"

"It's not a dare" Emma replied, straightening herself up, I could tell she was trying not to look my way.

Miley put her hands on the counter and leaned forwards a little "What is it then?"

"My uh, it's a little embarrassing" I watched my friend speak, nerves caught in my throat and I really was relying on her to come up with an excuse "My friend she has this thing, she uh...doesn't like clothes?"

"Doesn't like clothes?" Miley repeated, like she was picking through the words in her head. "She knows that you need to wear clothes in public, right?"

"Right, and she does, usually" Emma continued "It's just y'know, we saw this place was empty and..."

"And you wanted to take advantage or something?" The manager's tone dipped a little into accusation.

"I mean, everyone takes advantage of something when dealing with their comfort. Besides, it's kind of a sensory thing" I just stood there, watching Emma gesture across her body to emphasise the point. All the while I was just here, in my hoodie, hoping I wasn't about to get into trouble.

Miley looked between us for a moment, then sighed "Okay I uh, look. It's a dead morning, it's just me and Tony working here. I'll make an exception this one time, because technically speaking this is a place of business so- I just- Just make sure she isn't naked when she leaves okay?"

That was when I had both of them looking over to me, Emma had constructed a lie to explain my lack of pants, but it had evolved into giving me a pass to get undressed. And clearly they both expected me to take it.

"I uh..." I stammered, flashing a hot goth girl in the street was very different to a manager standing there punching our order in "S-sorry I'm just- It's unexpected, I thought that- Well you know, thrown out or something"

I manage to awkwardly laugh, then start pulling my hoodie up, revealing more and more skin, until eventually it's over my head and bundled up at my side.

I don't say anything. I don't even really react. I just stand there as my knees wobble. I'm naked in public. Naked in a fucking McDonalds.

It feels like minutes, but in reality moments pass before I come to my senses "Th-thank you. That feels..." I try and manage something, but I really just can't, the words are so extremely hard.

I am so desperately horny though. I'm standing right in the place of one of the women in those videos. Maybe not with the casual confidence of one, but I was here, right in the image of my deeper fetishes.

That's when I saw Emma picking a tray up with our food on it. We're eating in!?!

I just numbly follow along, acutely aware of how much skin I'm showing off. It's driving me crazy, with every step I can feel heat growing, that light rubbing between my legs as my thighs move.

We sat at a table in a quiet corner, away from a window just in case, both opposite eachother.

"So, you're taking this well" Emma said with a smirk as she grabbed a couple of nuggets.

"W-well?" I asked incredulously "I'm naked in public because of you, wh-why did you do that?"

"Did you forget what your safeword is?" She asked, tilting her head at me.

"I...I...well, n-no. I didn't forget" My reply comes sheepishly, realising what the admission means.

"So, you haven't used it on purpose?" My friend probed further, leaning in a little. All I could do was nod in response. "Good, that's good to know. So, you're taking this well~"

"They're looking at me..." My tone is a little shaky, but even I can sense the sheer arousal in my words "They can see..."

"You like that?" Emma was practically wrapping me around her thumb at this point, I felt her shoe stroke my leg and melted.

"Mhhmmnnn..." I whined as quietly as I could.

"Good girl" I then had a nugget gently pushed into my open mouth, god was my mouth hanging open like that? I really needed to work on my poker face.

Even still with the distraction of food, holy fuck, I was naked in public. Sure these were extreme circumstances, but I was doing it.

We were exceptionally lucky in that we finished our meals before anyone came in. I slipped my hoodie back on, we grabbed the drinks and scampered off to the car.

When we were inside though I pulled the hoodie back off and sat down on it. I didn't care that we needed to drive back home, I didn't care if Emma said anything, I needed this.

Bringing my hand down to my crotch, I slipped my fingers in and started working away.

"God, you are crazy" Laughed my friend as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"Too horny to be sane" I quipped back, panting as I finger fucked myself. But I was struggling, as we drove I just couldn't get myself off.

"...Emmaaaa" I whined pathetically, I knew I looked like a mess, sweaty and frazzled, trying to masturbate in my friend's car "I...I need-"

"A hand?" She asked calmly, and I could feel her pulling off of the main road.

I just blushed and nodded, the idea of needing to ask my friend for something like that was kind of embarrassing, but she'd been eager to help me with so much already over these last couple of days.

I felt us go from road to something a little bumpier, then looked out the window to see us pulling up on a little utility road. It looked abandoned, more or less. Lots of old work gear, but none of the machines to work them.

"Back seat" Emma commanded, and in my haze I immediately if unsteadily complied, getting out of the car then back in. I sat down patiently, only to be greeted a moment later by Emma getting into the back of the car as well.

Only she didn't have her pants on.

And when she closed the door her shirt came off too.

I didn't get a chance to say anything before her lips were pressed against mine, at first I hesitated, then leaned into it, bringing a hand to her side. She was taller though, while I was fitter and had the stamina, she had the strength and the leverage.

Emma hoisted me up, setting me down on my back, finally breaking the kiss with heavy breaths "Oh you dirty lil slut~"

"S-says you" I panted back, getting a handful of her ass "You're just as naked"

"You're the show off though" My friend grinned, pulling my thighs apart "So fucking wet, I can see it."

I look up at her, look up at this woman looking right through me, she was hungry. Not that I could blame her.

"...h-hey, Emma. Friends do this k-kind of stuff...right?" I asked, nerves starting to show themselves again.

Emma just shrugged "Sure, yeah. Friends do this" And then leaned in again, kissing me on the lips. I felt her hand on my pussy, her fingers pushing in. Not like mine though, no she was delicate, forceful when she needed to be, but she was finding my sweet spots, ones I didn't know that I had...

We must've been there for a couple of hours, it was mid afternoon by the time Emma got dressed and we drove back to her place.

It wasn't an awkward drive, it honestly felt like kind of a relief. But we didn't say anything to eachother, I guess in the post sex clarity we were unsure what exactly that meant.

Friends help eachother out, but I hadn't known any friends that fucked eachother. Then again, I had plenty of living left to do, maybe plenty of friends do this, maybe it's a very normal part of being an adult.

Shrugging the thoughts away, I smiled over to Emma, who after checking her mirrors gave me a smile back.

Really Good Friends maybe...