I elbowed Trina, then nodded down the crowded subway car at the guy who’d just boarded. He was outrageously handsome.

“Look at that dude,” I whispered urgently to Trina.

I watched her eyes pop as she spotted him. Trina was the mirror image of me — long hair, pretty face, perky tits. We were best friends who often liked to one-up each other.

“Oooh,” she said. “I would let him do nasty things to me.”

“I would do nasty things to him,” I countered.

Trina grinned. It was on.

“I would jam my pussy on his mouth and ride him until I came,” she said.

“I would dress in lingerie just so he could tear it all off me.”

“I would suck the sweat off his balls.”