The Life-Changing Trip

My girlfriend, Phoebe Norton, insisted on bringing her best friend along on our trip.

What she did not know was that her friend, Shanine Graham, was a shameless flirt.

Wearing nothing but a tiny thong beneath her clothes, Shanine kept finding ways to tease and tempt me…

I, Richard Newman, had been together with my girlfriend, Shanine Graham, for a long time.

She was very innocent. Even though she had already given me her first time, she remained extremely conservative in bed. Unfortunately for her, I was the kind of guy who liked a little more excitement.

I had bought her plenty of sexy stockings and outfits before, but she refused to wear any of them.

It left me feeling disappointed, feeling as if something thrilling was missing from my life.

One day, Shanine suddenly suggested that we go on a trip to relax. However, the day before we were supposed to leave, she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on bringing her best friend, Phoebe Norton, along.

I had only met Phoebe twice, but she left quite a strong impression.

She was the complete opposite of Shanine: bold and outgoing. In the summer, she would wear those thin tank tops that showed off her full curves, the kind of sight that could easily get a man excited.

Phoebe also loved wearing stockings, especially black ones. Every time I saw her, it was a different pair.

Honestly, women in seductive stockings were exactly my type. Shanine could never satisfy that preference, but Phoebe happened to be exactly what I liked.

Truth be told, I wanted to agree immediately, but I was worried Shanine might notice what I was thinking, so I pretended to hesitate.

"She's coming, too? Won't that affect our trip?" I asked.

"It won't! Phoebe definitely won't bother us," she said to assure me.

"Please, honey. Just say yes. If you agree…I'll reward you tonight."

Shanine, in all her innocence, kept pleading on Phoebe's behalf, completely unaware that it was exactly what I wanted.

"Alright."

Thinking about Phoebe's flirtatious charm, I could not help wondering if I might get the chance to have some fun with her.

I pulled Shanine into my arms and began going at her passionately, unable to stop the fantasies forming in my mind: Phoebe's full chest and those seductive legs.

The more I thought about it, the rougher I became.

Before long, Shanine started crying out, but I kept pressing down on her in my excitement, making my petite girlfriend tremble beneath me.

...

Early the next morning, Shanine and I arrived at the train station. She was still complaining that I had not been gentle with her the night before, saying I had left her sore enough that it hurt to walk.

I just smiled without saying anything.

Soon enough, Phoebe arrived.

"Shanine! Richard!"

She was a little late, and the train was almost ready to depart.

Phoebe wore a stretchy tank top that hugged her full curves and a tiny leather