**”On the Train”**

The train rattled beneath us as I watched my best friend shift in her seat. We were on a long ride back from a weekend getaway, the rhythm of the tracks making everything feel slow and lazy. But there was nothing lazy about the way Emily kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, her short romper riding up slightly every time. I knew she wasn’t wearing panties—she’d told me that morning, laughing about how freeing it felt.

Now, hours later, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“You okay?” I asked, pretending to be innocent.

Emily smirked, her fingers tapping against her thigh. “Just a little… restless.”

I swallowed, my own jeans suddenly too tight. “Yeah. Me too.”

The train compartment was nearly empty, just us and the distant hum of conversation from another car. Emily leaned in a little, her voice dropping. “You could help me out.”

My pulse spiked. “How?”

She grinned, then hiked up the hem of her romper, just enough for me to see the smooth, bare curve of her thigh. “Touch me.”

Fuck.

I glanced around—still no one—then slid my hand under the fabric, my fingers brushing her warm skin. She was already wet, her pussy slick against my fingertips as I traced her folds.

“Oh god,” Emily sighed, her hips lifting slightly. “Just like that.”

I rubbed slow circles around her clit, watching her face tense with pleasure. Her breath hitched, and she spread her legs wider, giving me better access. I pushed two fingers inside her, her cunt clenching tight around me.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her hand grabbing my thigh.

I couldn’t take it anymore. With my free hand, I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down just enough to free my own throbbing clit. Emily noticed immediately and smirked, reaching over to mimic my movements, her fingers rubbing me in the same rhythm I was fucking her.

The train jolted slightly, making us both gasp as our fingers pressed deeper. Emily’s pussy was so tight and wet, her hips rocking against my hand. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her own fingers working me faster.

I didn’t. I curled my fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her whimper. Her back arched, her free hand gripping the seat as she came, her cunt pulsing around my fingers.

The sight of her unraveling pushed me over the edge. I came hard against her hand, my thighs shaking as pleasure ripped through me.

We stayed like that for a second, panting, then collapsed against each other, laughing breathlessly.

“Best train ride ever,” Emily muttered, pulling her romper back down.

I couldn’t argue with that.