Life as a good little girl/Someone enters the change room
From Create Your Own Story
You didn't imagine you could be wet right now. You've been so pent up with anxiety that you'd hardly noticed. But when you bring your attention to your crotch you do realize just how warm and tingly you feel. You move a hand from the mirror to check yourself, almost in disbelief. Just sliding your fingers over your pelvis gives you goosebumps. Pushing the tip of a digit into your puffy pussy only confirms your arousal.
You're wet.
This doesn't happen to you. You're a good girl. You don't masturbate. Well, not that much. At least not before you met Tiff. Her stories always get you a bit bothered, but it's not like you masturbate every time you see her. She doesn't get you that horny.
As you run circles in your mind denying how turned on you are your fingers run circles around your virgin snatch, prodding and rubbing harder. Your breathing has already begun to quicken. Your eyes flutter closed as your hand works up into a comfortable rhythm against your pussy.
"You are, aren't you?"
Opening your eyes, you look up into the mirror. A teenage couple is standing behind you in your stall.
Gasping, you spin around to face them. Once you realize that isn't much of a plan of action, you try to back away only to have your butt bump up against the cold glass of the mirror. Your bring your hands to the wall behind you, pressing against it as if that will open it up somehow.
"I'm what," you reply.
"Yeah! No shit!" the guy chuckles. Did he hear you correctly? Maybe you didn't say what you thought you sa-
"Yes, you are wet," adds the girl. "But your friend just said you're a whore, right? Like some sort of escort?"
"N-n-no... s-she... I-I'm... a 'naughty little whore'." You clarify.
"Ohmygod, seriously?! Actually? That's, like, amazing! And at the mall! How much do you charge?"
You scrunch up your face. "I don't... charge anything."
The teen couple smile in excitement then share a look together.
"Yeah, I'm okay with it, of course," he nods.
She looks back to you, almost giddy. "So, can I...?" she trails off, before biting her lip.
You're trying to be polite about this, even though they barged in on you. Tiff probably didn't latch the door. Did she even close it? You're not sure. "Uh, what did you want exactly?"
The girl squeals and steps forward. "I'll try to be gentle, I promise, but I've never fingered another girl before!"
She's... huh?
You're dumbstruck as this teen tilts her head down and, awkwardly but tenderly, kisses you on the lips. Your hands shoot up to her body to push her away, but the kiss takes you off guard and you only manage to limply press your palms into her hips when you feel a fresh gush of wetness intensify your arousal. The very next moment a finger is pressed up against your pussy. You jump at the contact. The teen only giggles through the kiss at your reaction before she starts poking at your sex haphazardly. Your body is clenched so tight you're not even sure that she will be able to push inside you. As she pokes at you only one thought manages to float through your empty mind; why haven't you pushed her away?
Finally, it happens. She penetrates you. A complete stranger, forcefully shoving a finger into your folds. You shudder and groan.
"Sorry!" she giggles, pulling away from your face and pushing deeper inside you. There are no words that can escape you. Only gasps and sighs fill out your vocabulary.
"You're soooo tight! Does this feel good?" she asks, wiggling her finger around.
"Uh-huh!" you manage to grunt out. Having someone else's finger inside you really does feel amazing. You must have been hornier than you even knew.
"Fuck, this is hot."
You refocus your eyes long enough to see the boy squeezing himself through his pants. You stare at him aimlessly as the finger inside you thrusts its way deeper and deeper into your virgin flesh. But it seems he takes your staring as an invitation. Moving next to you, he grabs one of your wrists and places your hand against his pants before reaching up to pinch your nipples. The pinch also takes you off guard and your body tightens again, your hand around this boy's crotch, and your pussy against this girl's finger.
You want to melt into a puddle. You certainly feel wet enough to make one. But between your arousal and embarrassment and passiveness you're in complete shock. Completely resigned, you try to control your breathing as you silently accept this couple's advances.
"Stephi? Wait, Kylie?!"
"Wha...?"
All three of you look towards the changing stall door to see Tiffany standing there with a weird look on her face. The finger suddenly pulls out of you. Your wetness gushes forth after it, running down your leg and dripping to the floor. Your hands shoot down to your crotch to hold back the flood while 'Kylie' grabs her boy and rushes out of the stall, dragging him behind her.
"Wow, Stephi. I mean... wow!"
Try to explain to Tiff what just happened to you.
Run up to Tiffany and throw your arms around her to thank her for saving you.
