Nat's eyes went wide. "Holy shit." She was stunned by her friend's sudden daringness and stared at the display. She was long familiar with Elle's naked body, but today, something seemed different. Her pussy lips were puffy and rosy, and they had a slight sheen of moisture in the harsh light of the dressing room.
Elle, herself, was a little unsure of what she was doing. She felt simultaneously more free and quite out of control. It frightened her, but she liked it. A bead of fluid formed at the top of her crevice and rolled down her slit, eventually dotting onto the floor. She could see her friend's expression via the mirror on the back wall of the dressing room, and noted Nat's curious fascination. This caused her insides to oil up even more, yet her throat was parched. "Is this what my mom showed you?" she asked huskily.
After a moment, Nat spoke, hushed, "Well yes... and no."
Elle fought back for control of herself and turned around and sat down, bare-ass on the wooden bench. She pulled the shirtdress's hem down over her crotch, hiding her slit. Feeling some amount of embarrassment washing over her, she sat in awkward silence.
Nat began to understand the rumors she heard in school the day before. Elle seemed momentarily like she wasn't cognizant of the real world. Nat was partly concerned, but felt incredibly curious about the whole scenario. She finally broke the tensions with a warm smile. Clearing her throat, she teased, "Nice underpants, Elle."
Elle was thankful for the joke. She licked her tingly lips and put her head in her hands, "I knowww, I'm not supposed to wear them anymore. They can... set me off I guess. I just want to wear cute panties again, like you havel"
"Don't worry about it, kid." Nat sat down next to her friend and rubbed her shoulders gently. Elle cooed at the personal attention. She was feeling a great deal of affection toward her friend, despite the self-imposed humiliation. "I do love me some cute panties," Nat continued, "but a close second is not wearing any underwear at all! I think that's why my mom kicks me and my sister out of the house on Saturdays, just so we'll have to get dressed! At least you've got a good medical excuse." She changed the subject, "So, the dress is too small. That's easy to fix. I'll just go grab you the next size up
Elle cuddled inside of her friend, feeling infatuated with her attention. "Eh, it doesn't matter. I can't buy it, anyway."
Nat grabbed the tag and turned it over in her fingers. "Yer in luck. It's on sale, and I've got Daddy's cash. I'll buy it for you!"
Nat got up and started to step into her new skirt size, but a daring idea grew quickly in her head. She wasn't sure if she was feeling solidarity for her friend's embarrassment, or if Elle's actions had kindled something deep inside her, but whatever it was, she felt like being impulsive.
She grinned at Elle, "Hey, that guy, the eavesdropping cashier. If he wants a story to tell to his friends, I bet I can give him a better one than your mom's pert pussy."
"What are you going to do?"
"Watch this" she once again let the skirt fall to the ground and stepped out of it. She cracked the door open and scoped out what she could see of the rest of the store. "Looks like we're all alone in here." At that, she opened the door and walked out into the dressing room hallway in nothing but a tee-shirt and her panties.
Elle couldn't believe it, but didn't dare make any noise beyond a tiny squeak. Nat padded slowly out into the main part of the store, sneaking around clothing racks so as not to be seen. The undressed girl felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her ears felt like they were full of cotton and her mouth was a desert. But her pussy dripped Inside her exposed panties.
She slowly and deliberately snaked her way among the clothing racks, ducking behind them whenever the cashier boy seemed like he would spot her exposed panties.
Elle, too, felt excitement deep inside her core. She couldn't believe what her friend was doing. At one point, Nat moved out of the view where Elle could see from her vantage. So she pulled the tiny shirtdress back down over her ass and she, too, exited the dressing cubicle and moved down the hallway toward the main store. But unlike Nat, she dared not venture any further.
The store itself was quiet, but the mall still bustled outside. At one point, an older couple walked by. The man was on the window side and he peered in casually. He did a double-take when he saw a young, pantsless girl padding around the floor of this fashion store. Nat didn't notice him at all, but Elle could see him from her vantage. Her heart leapt in her chest. She was sure they were going to get in trouble. Instead, the man did nothing, only craned his neck to watch for as long as he could during their brief pass- by.
All the adrenaline was causing Elle to lose her mind. She leaned against the cool, metal doorway of the hall and began to absent- mindedly reach under the short dress and caress her mound as she watched. She could feel her thighs getting slick with sweat and girl cum. Her cheeks burned and her breathing became labored. Her vision tunneled to focus on her friend's risqué actions. Her legs trembled and she whimpered quietly.
At last Nat reached the rack with the shirt-dresses on it. Making sure to position herself behind the rack from the cashier's perspective, she browsed through and found the size that Elle needed and then began to venture back. She spotted Elle watching her from the doorway. But she almost felt like her friend was watching from a different dimension. Elle seemed to be looking at her and through her at the same time. Nat also noted that one of her hands was moving slowly up underneath the dress. She could barely believe her friend was fingering herself in front of her, and there in the store, yet it helped to validate Nat's own confused feelings of eroticism toward her friend that were quickly building.
She strategically worked her way back toward the dressing area, but just before she got back, the cashier boy turned completely away from her. Nat noticed and then, out of nowhere a naughty idea popped into her head. With a quick leer in Elle's direction, she found courage to take her risky behavior one step further.
From the middle of the shop floor and with her back facing the cashier, she yanked her panties down and bent over, mooning the boy without his knowledge. She watched as Elle's eyes went wide.
The girl's careful self-caress turned into masturbation in earnest as she watched her friend bent over bare-assed in a public venue. Her fingers danced through her slick, velvety folds. She melted down the door frame as her legs failed to support her. She stifled a moan.
Nat leered at her friend and gave a wiggle of her ass in the direction of the cashier when she suddenly heard voices at the entrance of the store. "Mommy, let's look in here! This is my favorite store. This spooked her and she jolted up, yanking her panties back up into her crotch.
The cashier boy turned to greet the customers and Nat bolted back to the dressing rooms, bare feet slapping against the tile. The commotion caught his attention, however, and he turned and watched a pair of teal and yellow panties and skinny legs disappear around the corner. He sighed to himself, knowing he missed a good story that he could tell his friends.
Nat had grabbed Elle by the shoulders and practically dragged her on her way by back into their private cubicle. "Holy shit, that was fun! I can't believe I did that!"
But Elle wasn't paying attention. She was no longer in the dressing room, she was on another plane. She sat on the ground, legs splayed out. The too-tight shirtdress was hiked over her bare hips and she frigged her slick pussy mercilessly. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned loudly.
"Shh! Oh my god, Elle, you can't-" but Nat knew it wouldn't help. She bent over and picked her friend off the ground and sat her on the changing bench so nobody wandering by would see her working herself off through the door gap. A viscous fluid seemed to pump slowly out of her vagina, coating her inner thighs and dripping down toward her knees. Some of it flowed out onto the wooden bench and dotted onto the floor.
Elle babbled incoherently and Nat knew she had to do something to keep her quiet. As her friend writhed and slid around on the bench, she climbed onto Elle's lap and straddled it to keep her from sliding off, and then covered her mouth with her hand. This did seem to keep the noise down, though it made the sticky sounds of Elle's lascivious actions sound more apparent.
And while Elle's fingers flicked against her slippery clit, the back of her hand now also battered against Nat's own straddling mound. The whole experience was becoming too much for poor Nat and she, too found herself stifling her own moans with her remaining free hand.
They remained there together, quietly mewling. Nat subtly began to hump her hips in rhythm with Elle's hand, her own hands clasped over both of their mouths. Elle was at last ready. She suddenly stiffened up and cried out through Nat's fingers, "Fuuuck." The world around her disappeared and she swayed limply against the wall of the changing cubicle. Her hand moved rapidly along her drenched slit. The fluids now squirted out of her, into the air, and soaked Nat's straddling panties that hovered over her crotch. Her whole body slid and twitched until she was laying on the small bench, squirming wildly.
Nat sat down onto Elle, humping her own pussy into the back of Elle's hand, while trying to keep the two of then quiet. Elle's orgasm was beginning to recede, and she began to regain control, but she wasn't ready to return to Earth yet. She twisted her masturbating hand until it faced palm up, and she pressed her thumb into the crease in Nat's panties. Nat squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled sharply as the girl found her clit. "Fuck!" The underwear was soaking from both Nat's fluids and the spray of Elle's climax. Elle's fingers felt for the edge of her friend's panties and slipped underneath. Nat's smooth crack was already plenty slick from her copious lubrication. Elle's probing fingers easily found their target and dipped deep into Nat's hole.
Nat whined in pleasure and began thrusting her hips onto her friend's hand. In and out Elle's fingers pumped, treating Nat to a brand new experience: getting finger-banged by another person.
Elle's mind began to clear, and her vision became less hazy. She quieted down and Nat removed her hand from her mouth. Elle became acutely aware that her friend, her best friend of many years, was having sex with her. She could barely remember how she got here. Yet she found she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. She thought about stopping her, but as she looked up into Nat's eyes, her gaze was returned with pure lust. She felt like she was seeing the scene with new eyes, and the eroticism of fingering her best friend in a mall dressing room pulled her back into a reverie.
Nat looked down into her friend's eyes and bit her lip. "Faster," she whispered. Elle obliged and pumped her fingers into her friend's pussy with more speed. Her experience with sex was limited to her own adventures in self-discovery, but she could tell that Nat was close.
Again Nat moaned out, perhaps a bit too loudly, and so, to censor herself, she leaned down and locked her lips with Elle. This surprise was enough to send Elle back over the edge. As she cummed again, the sight of Elle's twisted face, and the feel of another shower of cum against her thighs along with Elle's wild fingers, were too much for Nat, and she began to cum along with her. They were as quiet as they could manage, blissfully bawling into each others' mouths, both thrusting their hips wildly, crashing into each other with loud slaps.
At last they had reached their climax, and the headiness slowly dissipated. Nat slumped over onto her friend, laying her head on her heaving chest. Their sanity began to creep back, as did their normal breathing. Elle came out of her preoccupation and wondered what this meant for the two of them. Again, she felt ashamed that she had lost control, but yet this time here was Nat, In a similar state of undress, having achieved a similar state of ecstasy. They were in it together, it seemed.
Nat laid on her friend a while before she broke out into a giggle and craned her neck up to catch Elle's eyes. "That was good for me. I can't imagine how it felt for you, Super-orgasm Girl. That was crazy!"
Elle blushed, "Yeah, it was good for me, too, but it somehow already seems like a dream."
"Well, you looked like you were in a dream world. Hyper-sex!"
They laid there a moment longer while the tingles left their lips before Ellee spoke up, "We should probably get out of here."
"Yeah, we should get these back on the racks. Luckily you didn't soak anything we don't already own."
Elle peeled off the sweaty shirtdress she was wearing. "Not quite." She picked up the skirt that Nat was going to try on. It was blotched from the fountain of curn that had drained from her
"Fuck it, I'll wear it out of the store," said Nat, yanking the tag off of it along with the one on her own damp tee-shirt.
Elle pulled on her original outfit and as she pulled her sweatpants on over her bottom, she noticed that a pair of eyes were staring at her. She jumped with a start. A blonde girl with big eyes was peering underneath the door. Elle figured that it must have been the one who came in with her mother. Elle asked, "How long have you been standing there?"
From off in the distance she heard the mother's voice, "Lily, are you spying? How many times have we talked about this? Come in here and help mommy try this on." Without a word, Lily jumped up and ran down into the dressing room hallway.
Nat grinned wickedly at Elle and said quietly, "I hope they don't end up in the same spot we did, 'helping' each other." Elle blushed again and whacked her friend lightly with the back of her hand.
They exited their cubicle and Nat's sneakers nearly slipped in the puddle that Elle left behind. They hung the unwanted pieces on the return rack and Elle hoped the sweat-soaked, ill-fitting shirtdress would air out before the cashier had to restock it. She blushed at the thought of him discovering her scent on the fabric.
"Did you find everything you were looking for?" the boy asked with a hard stare.
Nat grinned, "Oh... we discovered a lot. But we're only buying these three things." She handed him Elle's new dress and two moist tags. After she paid up, they dumped what they weren't wearing into their shopping bag and left the store.
Nat guffawed in the mall walkway. "Did you see the expression on his face? He looked like he was trying to find out what we were doing just by wishing hard enough." She inhaled deeply. "What a thrill!"
"I'm glad to see you're still filled with energy," Elle yawned, "I'm exhausted."
"I'm not tired, but I sure am hungry."
"Me, too. Let's get something at the food court."