The location didn't matter to me quite honestly, wherever we went would be fine. Phoebe was a good friend despite being so new to me, and it didn't hurt that she was incredibly hot - and wearing clothes to make sure I couldn't ignore the fact. Rump hugged by a pair of tight booty shorts with no legs at all, a sleeveless blouse with only a single button done across her chest and ending a good few inches above her navel. She had mastered the art of teasing without moving a muscle. "Whichever one you want, Phebe," I said. "I'm not too picky."
"Well then, be picky," she pouted, crossing her arms in front of her. They crossed right underneath her breasts, and I could have sworn she were lifting them slightly... "I've been trying to decide for the last ten minutes before you arrived, and I'm feeling indecisive today."
"In that case, what makes you think I can decide in ten seconds? You choose." I replied, knowing where this quibble would lead.
"No you." Her smile was beginning to fade, a look of frustration crossing her face.
"You," I replied.
"You."
"Nuh-uh, you."
"You!" With a loud stamp of her foot, she pushed her hands down onto her hips and thrust her chest out. "Why do you always have to do that! Stop being stubborn and choose!" Blood rushed to her cheeks as the cutest frown creased her brow, and her lips went into a pout that belong to a six year old.
"You're adorable, you know that?" Suddenly realizing that she'd done exactly what I'd expected, she swatted my arm and fumed even more. Eventually she calmed down though, blushing and smiling as I continued to chuckle. Placating her with gestures, I offered an olive branch. "Let's head to the river. Getting to see you in a swimsuit is always a good thing."
Phoebe giggled and nodded, getting over her embarrassment real quick. "Let's go get ready then!" she exclaimed giddily, taking me by the hand and leading me up to her room. I sat on her bed and watched as she bent over (was I imagining that her butt was swaying?) and rummaged through her drawers. After a surprisingly long time, she selected and pulling out a bikini to wear and a large t-shirt to cover it with. Standing up, she bounced over to her restroom and ducked behind the door, turning back toward me and winking.
"No peeping now!" she giggled, closing the door behind her.
Once she'd changed and come out, I foraged for some food and water while she gathered some towels a picnic blanket. The spot Phoebe had in mind was a bit of a distance away; it was too far to walk, so we hopped in her car and began driving over. We made small talk as she drove toward the edge of town, where the woods were.
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