Girls' Trip

By Virginia Wade

From the bestselling author of “Cum For Bigfoot” and “Total Nympho, The Stacy Collection.”

The rules are out the window on a booze-soaked weekend getaway for three best friends. Elizabeth, the wilder of the bunch, is totally out of control, her libido in overdrive. Pattie, the shy one, is about to meet the man of her dreams, although one of them is married. Jennifer, the doctor’s wife, is barely treading water with these two. They’re in for a weekend of sheer debauchery in this girls’ trip.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Virginia Wade
• Release date: Aug 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005687564

Virginia Wade

Virginia Wade is the bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. Known for her Monster Sex series, the Cum For Bigfoot saga, she has penned tales in a variety of subjects, such as a modern, naughty retelling of Jane Austen's most popular novels and a series on lusty Vikings, in Cum For The Viking, parts 1-5. She has explored sex in outer space with Bred by the Alien and taken readers on a journey to ancient Rome in Conquest of the Gladiator. A mother of two, and a wife, she realized a lifelong dream of writing and publishing after her oldest child graduated from high school. Earlier forays into self-publishing yielded few sales, but the experience and knowledge gained were immeasurable. Once she dipped her toes in erotica, with the publication of Seducing Jennifer, which has now been titled, Jennifer's Anal Seduction, the possibility of success presented itself, as the story found a home in the Erotica Top 100. Her second story, Stacy and the Boys, also rocketed up the charts, reinforcing the idea that writing in this genre was not only fun, but also profitable. An idea to write a campy, teen horror-fest, with a Sasquatch protagonist, led to the creation of Cum For Bigfoot, which is essentially a series of stories spanning several years in the lives of a tribe of Bigfoots and their human lovers. The silliness, the romance, and the sex struck a chord with readers, who enjoyed the adventures of Porsche, Shelly, and Leslie, while the kidnapped teens came to love their hairy abductors. The series is now on its fourteenth installment, with more to follow. Cum For Bigfoot was featured in the October 2012 issue of Penthouse Magazine. The article, Paranormal Porn, was written by Nick Redfern. Visit my web page at https://virginiawadeerotica.wordpress.com

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One

I waited for Jennifer, my friend nearly ten minutes late. Impatient to get on the road, I eyed my phone.

Oh, you’re still here, Pattie. My mother smiled. I thought you’d gone already.

My daughter played in the other room, the three-year-old occupied with a new toy.

As usual, she’s late. I had my bag packed for the long weekend. I could not wait for it to begin.

I see a car now.

You do? I felt a twinge of excitement as I stared at a mirror over a side table. My long, dark hair in a ponytail, I wore a pink flowered top and jeans. There was no sense getting dressed up for a three-hour ride. I picked up the bag. Tell Roger I said bye. My husband, an engineer, was still at work.

My mother hugged me. You have a good time, honey. You deserve to get out of town. It’s been a long time coming. She smiled kindly.

Thanks, Mom. I had already said goodbye to Sasha, the toddler enthralled with the new toy. She adored my mother, so I doubted she would even miss me. Don’t give her too much ice cream.

When have I ever done that? she asked innocently.

All the time, I laughed, as I headed for the door. See ya!

Bye, honey. Text us when you get there.

Will do. I opened the door and stepped out into brilliant sunshine. This was the first bit of freedom I had had in years.

Jennifer Kelley drove, her sporty white Porsche Cayenne in the driveway. She had opened the back. Toss your shit in, and let’s go!

Elizabeth Armstrong sat in the front passenger seat. Hey, girlfriend. Sorry we’re late. It’s all my fault. She laughed, Couldn’t find my vibrator. Settled for a dildo instead.

I shook my head, and giggled, How do you close this thing?

I can do it. Step back.

The rear door beeped as it lowered. I got in the SUV, which smelled of some sort of floral, linen deodorizer. I sat behind Jennifer. I’m so ready for this.

Beth took a sip from an oversized sports bottle. Want some?

What is it?

Rum punch with a kick.

Jennifer backed out of the driveway and turned onto the street.

You’re boozing it up already? It’s not even noon yet.

No time like the present. Beth took another sip. Blonde and gorgeous, she was a real estate agent, her husband a mortgage broker. I don’t plan on being sober once this weekend. Not gonna happen. She usually wore her hair in a neat chignon, but she had left it down. We’ve been cooped up with the Rona all damn year. I’m fully vaccinated, bitches. I’m taking this immunity for a spin. I’m gonna see what this baby can do. It was her birthday weekend, tomorrow her last day as a thirty-something-year-old.

Oh, boy. As the youngest in the group, I wasn’t the most adventurous, although I planned to let my hair down as well. I guess, I could have a sip. I'm not driving.

Wish I could drink, but I’ll wait. Beth glanced in the rear-view mirror. I’ll catch up later at the hotel. We’ve three hours to get there. Let’s hope we don’t hit traffic. She stepped on the gas, and the car purred, the interior tan leather, with all the bells and whistles. She had been a nurse years ago, until she married a doctor.

I had a sip of the rum punch. Oh, my God! This is like straight-up booze. What’s in this? The fluid burned a path to my stomach.

Dark rum, light rum, coconut rum, and … a little vodka. A smidge of orange and pineapple juice and some grenadine.

Wow, I laughed. That’s a lotta booze.

I brought several bottles as well. Beth smiled at me. I’m going to be a bad, bad girl. I warned you guys. I’m not joking. I’m sowing some oats this weekend, babies. She laughed bawdily. I haven’t had a vacation in over a year, and business has been insane. I closed on twenty houses already, and it’s barely midmonth.

Did you bring any wine? Jen asked.

You bet I did.

I leaned into the