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Saddle Club: More than best friends	By : dcharmed Category: S through Z > Saddle Club Series Views: 8525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Saddle Club and make no money from these writings. All charecters are of legal age in this work of fiction.

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Chapter 2:

Things were getting uncomfortable, but in a really good way. Max had them doing cross-country jumps and Carole was getting a little flustered. She was taking the whole course at a collected canter, reveling in the friction generated between her thighs and her now well-worn saddle. As the course was coming to an unfortunate end her other colleagues began to urge their horses faster, and Carole began to slip down the pack, content to remain at this pleasure-granting pace, sliding up and down, back and forward keeping constant contact with the warm, tough leather.. However the self-gratifying ride came to a premature close as she crossed the finish line, eager to continue, yet believing it not so subtle to do so. “Carole are you alright?” enquired Max approaching her and her mount.
“I’m fine,” replied Carole, a little too curtly, frustrated at her lack of culmination.
“You seemed to be falling behind the others there and your face is quite red.”
If possible her face got even redder, he couldn’t possibly know what she was doing or thinking about that whole ride could he?
“Yeah I’m fine, I think I might just be coming down with something.”
Her reply seemed to satisfy Max as he went to check on his other students. Relieved at having dodged anymore questions, Carole turned her beast around and caught her best friend Stevie giving her a quizzical look. Apparently Carole’s lie didn’t seem to have convinced her friend’s curious nature. Carole quickly averted her eyes and trotted back to the stables to untack her horse.

Carole made quick work of her horses gear; her tight riding pants ensuring every tickle of moisture between her thighs were felt. She couldn’t believe she had gotten so excited from a simple riding lesson. Every time she felt that riding couldn’t get any better she was continually bested, was there no end to the joys of horse riding? However, at the moment she wasn’t feeling so joyful, more like frustrated, flustered, ill at ease, unsatisfied and unfulfilled. The hour long ride had done well to stoke the fire burning between her legs, but now off her steed there was little to put out the growing inferno.
“Well” she said to her oblivious pet, “I guess I’m just gonna have to do something about that aren’t I?”

(Stevie’s POV)

Carole sure was acting odd in today’s lesson. She didn’t seem to be concentrating at all, and for Carole to be focusing on something OTHER than horses, something serious had to be going on. Maybe I should go check on her before I groom Belle? And such Stevie went about to track down her odd-acting friend. Even more surprising was that she wasn’t in Starlight’s stall and he hadn’t even been groomed yet! Alarm bells were going off in Stevie’s head, something must be seriously going down with Carole to leave her horse unbedded. Walking down a couple more stalls to the third part of their trio she saw Lisa, grooming her mare Prancer, as Carole should have been doing.
“Hey Lis, have you seen Carole.”
Lisa looked up and wiped a sweat-matted lock of hair from her porcelain face, “Hey Stevie, I’m pretty sure I saw her rush into the bathroom as I was coming in” she replied.
“Huh?” for a second Stevie missed what Lisa had said, captivated by a lone bead of sweat on Lisa’s forehead, as she followed its winding path as it made its way down her alabaster skin, over her high cheekbones, past her rosy cheeks to her red plush lips, blood engorged from her constant biting, to down her long, slender, elegant neck, pausing momentarily at the top of her enticing breastbone before plunging beneath the neckline of her tight red blouse. Stevie’s eyes rested on the bumps straining beneath the cloth which defiantly rose and fell with each breath despite the constriction of the material pulled taut against them, with that lonely bead of sweat no doubt nestled between the shifting mounds.
“Stevie?” Stevie was jostled out of her reverie, visibly shaking her head as if attempting to throw the image out of her sluggish skull. She looked up to see her friend give her a quizzical look before repeating, “I think I saw her go to the bathroom.”
“Oh right, sorry, I think I’m gonna go look for her, see you round.” And she quickly turned on the spot and made a bee-line for the bathroom, glancing back with furtive looks every couple of steps.
“She is a weird one” Lisa said to no one in particular as she gave a slight chuckle and went back to brushing her horse.

(Carole’s POV)

Bursting through the door Carole took the shortest path to the nearer of the two stalls, hastily taking in her surroundings, barely ensuring her privacy for the intimate ritual she was about to partake. Not once did she question the recklessness of her current situation, considering this to be the most natural outcome for the pent up feelings which had been escalating all day. It was time to put an end to them.

Slamming the door behind her she shook off the infuriating horse boots, cursing more than ever at their continued defiance at being removed. With a gasp of triumph at their defeat she rapidly followed with the more obedient purple jodhpurs, taking them off completely, nothing would encumber the explosion she felt brewing larger with every second. She hooked her fingers over the frilly band of her red panties and was greeted with dampness. She grinned at her sheer naughtiness and began removing them. As the material was stripped from her cocoa skin a trail of moisture was left over its lingering path, like a series of searing kisses to her tan flesh as it traversed her toned thighs from years of riding, over her smooth calves to her delicate ankles, which gave a little flick causing the article to sail over her dainty feet and with a little giggle, up into her waiting hand. She raised the soggy bundle to her nose which was greeted with a strong aroma, like a newly mown field of tiger-lillies or the breeze from a distant lake. “My, my someone is a naughty girl” she mockingly chastised herself.

Free from the final obstruction to her ultimate goal she sat down on the seat, the sheer wickedness of what she was about to do and her own nakedness sent a shiver down her spine. With trembling hands she began to caress her thighs, already wet from its brief affair with her soaked underwear, a promise of what was yet to come. She followed the course set out by her running juices as if returning them to their welcoming home. She strummed her fingers through coarse hair, massaging the swollen folds flanking her searing core. A moan escaped her lips as her hips gave a sudden jerk demanding more, and they would not be denied. Two fingers delved into the embracing folds, being drawn in on their own accord, as if being sucked into her very centre. A familiar gasp reached her ears and with well-rehearsed movements she slipped her lubricated fingers up to her little nub. As if on auto-pilot she began to rub and grind on the hard little button. “Oh! Oh!” Carole began to grunt, each whimper growing in intensity, as if counting down the inevitable. Her fingers momentarily lost contact as her hips gave another violent bounce, driving themselves harder into her frantic fingers. She heard a mighty banging which seemed to echo her thumping heart, too far gone to care as she was driven closer and closer to her release. Without warning her entire being stiffened and her fingers were fused to her tender flesh. “Ahhhhhhh!!” she shrieked, as if her very soul was being torn from her boiling flesh. As if the cute dark-skinned girl no longer existed but was simply an apparition watching over the flailing body bellow, shuddering as wave after wave of pure cosmic bliss swept over her. Arms and legs shuddered, the sheer intensity of her culmination unable to be contained into her small centre. Just as quickly as it began the trembles faded, and her breathing shallowed, yet the banging still rang loud and even louder. “Carole open up!” Someone was at the door.

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