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"How did I ever let you drag me into this?" Rocky asked woefully, as Aisha towed him along behind her, deftly maneuvering them through the crowd of fellow mall-goers.
"I'll be meeting up with Kimberly in a little bit," she reassured him. "I just want some company until she gets here. You promised, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah," the Red Ranger grumbled. "You don't have to remind me."
"It's just to the music shop," Aisha coaxed for the umpteenth time. "You like music. Besides, I wouldn't want to drag you into a clothing store, anyway. Talk about worse than useless!" she snorted, rolling her eyes.
"Hey!" came the indignant reply, as the pair headed into Ray's Music Barn.
This isn't so bad, Rocky admitted grudgingly, as he perused the Classic Rock section, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to give the spunky girl beside him any leverage by telling her so. Don't want her getting any ideas.
"Hey, Rocky; check this out," the Yellow Ranger signaled for his attention, not bothering to turn around.
He glanced up from the CD he was holding to see what his partner was getting into now --just as she bent over to inspect some box sets on the lowest rack. Her butt bumped against his groin. It seemed like an accident --except that she'd done it too many times already for that to be plausible.
Speaking of getting ideas
"You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?" Rocky accused in a low voice.
"What do you mean?" Aisha asked innocently, straightening and turning slightly to look at him. Before he could reply, the mischievous teen turned back to the chest-high rack --which incidentally rose up between the duo and the store's other occupants-- and again used it to shield her incriminating activities. While leaning forward slightly to ostensibly reach for a CD with her right hand, her left hand snaked back and gave Rocky's crotch a healthy squeeze.
Rocky choked back a squeak at the startling maneuver. Aisha didn't dare turn around; she knew that the look on his face would make her start laughing. As casually as she could, she strolled a few paces away, feigning interest in the latest R&B releases.
"I love this song," she commented nonchalantly, indicating the Led Zepplin tune currently playing over the store's speakers, as her long-time friend wandered over to stand next to her. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. Then her palm rubbed his denim-covered cock a second time. Rocky sucked in a sharp breath, then leaned forward slowly and pressed his forehead to hers.
"There's gonna be a bustle in your hedgerow in a minute if you don't quit doin' that," he rumbled in a whisper. Aisha giggled and placed a quick, tiny peck on his lips.
"Can a girl help it if she's horny?" she grinned, whispering back.
"You Trippin'?"
"Du'uh!" she responded. "Not really bad, but. you know!" she snorted, as if to say he was being dense. "We're kinda always like that now."
"Guess the permanently elevated hormone levels get to you girls too, huh?" Rocky mused aloud, mindful not to say it too loudly. The thought had never occurred to him before. As he pondered this heretofore-unconsidered knowledge, his eyes scanned the store, noting that nobody seemed to be paying them any mind.
"Rocky, look!" Aisha nudged, indicating the back of the shop. "This place has sound-proof listening booths." Her voice squeaked on the last two words in her excitement, as a perfectly wicked idea sprang to mind.
"Oh, you're not thinking." His voice trailed off in suspicion.
"Oh, yes I am!" she grinned. "C'mon! Let's pick out some CD's and get back there!"
As they each grabbed up a few albums, ostensibly to preview, Rocky voiced a drawback to their hastily planned endeavor. "We aren't gonna have a lot of time, you know. If we're in there too long, it'll look suspicious."
"So we'll have a quickie," Aisha replied. "I don't want to be late meeting Kim, anyway." She grabbed him by the wrist and towed him along behind her, wondering if he was going to start dragging his feet like a little kid.
"I can't believe we're doing this!" Rocky muttered, as they headed for the back of the store. He was still shaking his head in disbelief as they entered the small windowless cubicle and secured the door, which automatically activated the 'in use' sign. But his own hyperactive hormones were overriding his good sense, so he quit arguing.
"Hmm; not a lot of room in here," Aisha noted, setting the CD's on the tiny shelf-desk.
"We can manage," Rocky asserted with cocky assurance and a huge grin.
Aisha wasn't about to contradict him. Spurred on by her rising hormones and the thrill of possible discovery, she practically leapt forward, pressing her needy body tightly to him. Tangling her fingers in his short hair, the Yellow Ranger kissed her friend deeply, forcing her tongue between his lips and taking possession of his mouth. Rocky felt his own passion surge, and responded in kind. Their tongues began dueling for supremacy between their parted lips while his hands worked Aisha's panties off from under her jumper. She took a step backward to disentangle herself from the lingerie, and that's when the excited young man surged forward.
Using his strength in a blatant maneuver, he scooped her up and pressed her against the soundproof wall. Never breaking their hungry kiss, Aisha responded to his prompting hands on the backs of her thighs by wrapping her legs around his trim hips, seizing his shoulders as her feet left the floor. With a lusty growl, Aisha reached between them, unfastened Rocky's jeans and shoved his briefs down, grabbed his erection and manually thrust it inside her aching pussy. In that single instant, the last shreds of Rocky's reservations were wiped from his mind as Aisha's womanhood enveloped him in its hot, moist, primal embrace.
In a haze of frenzied lust, Aisha began immediately grinding on his thick prick, humping her hips frantically against him, using his pubic bone to grind against her clitoris in a desperate race for satisfaction. Practically snarling in his face, she attacked the side of his neck as she worked herself on him hard, flexing her strong leg muscles rhythmically around his waist as she fucked him with wild abandon.
Rising to the apparent challenge for dominance, Rocky grabbed a double handful of her delectable butt and pushed his cock into her as hard as he could. She squirmed between him and the wall, pinned, legs still locked around his waist. Over and over, he drove into her frantically, wanting to hear her cry out as she came. His hands glossed over her body as he embedded his throbbing phallus as deeply inside her as possible, squeezing her breasts and tugging on her nipples, then sliding down to clutch at her bottom again, bouncing her to meet his frenzied thrusts.
She groaned loudly as their bodies rocked together, clashing and rolling in harmony; then Rocky felt his cockhead bump against her cervix. At that, her whole body shuddered and she gasped aloud.
"Ooooohhhhh, yeeessssss! Deeeeperrrr!" she growled, overcome with fiery lust.
Only too happy to oblige, Rocky picked up the pace. Taking a deep breath and marshalling his strength, the Red Ranger drew his hips back slowly, pulling almost all the way out, then immediately began to jackhammer into her. Pulling out no more than a couple of inches, he could feel his sensitized cockhead banging at the entrance to her womb on every thrust. They both moaned loudly at the awesome sensations. The feeling of her moist, slick walls gripping him like a velvety vice was incredible. As the walls of her ravenous pussy started to spasm around his meat in climax, Rocky felt like he had died and gone to heaven.
On the brink of orgasm himself, the young man formed his fingers into claws and dug into her soft, plump bottom as his grunts of exertion turned into a repetitive moan, matching his every thrust. Aisha let out a shriek, writhing with unbridled passion as a second orgasm claimed her, right on the heels of the first.
"Come on, Rocky," she gritted through clenched teeth. "Fuck me!" Her eyes held a blaze of wild desire and fierce challenge as she locked gazes with him. "Come inside me! I wanna feel your dick explode."
In a tumult of passion, Rocky did just that. He felt Aisha's fingers bite into his shoulderblades as he rammed home and held her fast against his loins as shot after shot of hot, sticky come erupted from his balls and soaked her insides.
Once the torrent of climax receded, he felt his knees turn to jelly and he almost dropped his lover as his whole body sagged in relaxed aftermath.
"Whoa," Aisha said in a breathless laugh, catching them both before they could fall. Amidst friendly kisses and much giggling, the pair made hasty use of Aisha's handy purse-sized packet of baby-wipes as they helped each other clean up and get their clothes straightened out.
"You're a lotta fun to play with, you know that?" Rocky told her, giving her one last hug and kiss before they exited the preview room.
"I'm glad you think so," she chirped, scooping up the CD's that they hadn't even listened to. "I guess we better buy one of these, huh?" she queried. "Since we did use their room and all."
"You think anybody can tell by looking at us what we were just doing?" he whispered, following her towards the cash register.
Aisha shrugged in reply, then felt a rush of self-consciousness as they got in line. Both teens listened to the pair of thirty-something women who stood in line in front of them, wondering if they would hear any comments about their inappropriate use of the preview booth.
"I can't believe we're up to 120 stories already! In less than a year!" the curly-haired lady declared to her companion. "Sometimes I could just kick myself for opening my big mouth in the first place."
The redhead shrugged one shoulder and grinned with mischief. "But you've got to admit, it makes a nice change from doing cap and gown orders."
The taller woman groaned theatrically and slapped her friend on the shoulder in mock-reproof. "Don't remind me!"
The two Rangers glanced at each other in relief; obviously, they hadn't been overheard. None of the other customers was paying them the least bit of attention.
As their turn to check out came up, Rocky slid the album Aisha had handed him onto the counter and realized that he didn't even know what it was.
"If you handed me polka music or something equally obnoxious," he whispered in her ear as he reached for his wallet, "I am going to give it to you as a birthday present," he threatened. "AND make you listen to it!"