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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
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Chapter 6:

(Lisa’s POV)

This was getting ridiculous, whatever happened was clearly affecting their riding and that was a definite no-no. Lisa had had enough, it was time for an intervention, starting with their campout tonight, she would make sure that they were both their and both had fun.

Convincing Carole was easy enough, anything to do with horses was an easy sell, (especially since she mentioned in passing that Stevie couldn’t make it.) And once Lisa told Stevie that Carole wasn’t coming, she had amazingly completed her lit assignment. Lisa promised to help her on the assignment when she passed by to pick her up, sealing off all her excuses for good measure. The board was set, her friends would be together again… well at least in the same room together again, and that was a start.

The drive over was fun, Stevie was bubbling with excitement, talking a mile a minute about everything from horses, boys, tv and basically anything that caught her impressionable attention. Lisa missed this, she realized just how distracted her friend has been of late, and so has Carole. Hopefully that’ll all change tonight she thought.

However, that wishful thought was shattered as they walked through the large double doors into the stables where Carole was already waiting. Upon site of her Stevie’s verbose monologue about chocolate fudge vs chocolate sauce came to an abrupt halt. The two simply stared at each other for the longest time; face’s transitioning through darker shades of red. Lisa was ready to fend off any arguments, yet they never came. The two seemed comfortable enough with just being embarrassed around each other… well uncomfortable enough then. So they weren’t really angry at each other, maybe this could work out yet.

If she had hoped things would get better throughout the day, she was wrong. The silence was almost deafening, only broken by Lisa’s feeble attempts to establish a conversation which was always met with a variety of grunts or monosyllabic answers. Even stable chores actually felt unusually LIKE chores with these changed friends, working in silence until they opted to start at opposite ends of the stables to meet in the middle.

It had been a long, tiring and quiet day. Although disheartened, Lisa was not giving up, she thought as she crawled into her toasty sleeping bag, hopefully tomorrow would see better results she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.

(Stevie’s POV)

Getting ready for bed Stevie thought about what a shambles the day had been. She had been so looking forward to this campout, and now that she was here, she was eager to leave. The only thing stopping her was how blatant it would be. Sure Carole knew she was uncomfortable around her, but they had never openly admitted how much they disliked each other’s company. To leave when she had promised she was free would be a move that Stevie was not going to initiate. Tying her hair in the small portable mirror, Stevie noticed Carole going through her own bedtime ritual, as she threaded her royal blue bra from her shirt sleeve. Catching Stevie’s eye in the mirror, she hastily turned away and discarded it into her night bag. Following her movement, Stevie recognized a very familiar frill of red lying at the top of the bag. Well she should, she only visualized it a hundred times a day! Stevie’s gaze did not go unnoticed, and Carole’s face began to match that of her panties as she zipped up the bag. Although the pair had no doubt been washed since, the very sight of it evoked a symphony of exotic and erotic smells in Stevie’s brain. A searing wetness began developing between her own thighs, which caused her to dive into her own sleeping bag to hide any awkward evidence of such.

Lisa had unceremoniously chosen the sleeping bag closest to the stairs, which left Stevie lying next to Carole in the cramped hay loft. Shutting the light, Carole mumbled something vaguely recognizable as ‘night’ and crawled into her bag.

Stevie’s night was restless. Disturbed with dreams of red lingerie strewn around, a panting, glistening wonder of ebony skin touring the stables searching for new places to masturbate. Beginning with the bathroom, to the horse stalls, Max’s office, and even the very same position which Stevie vaguely recalled as Carole’s current bedding. Utilizing whatever was on hand to assist her in her endeavor for climax. Curry combs, hoof picks, even the garden hose as she gasped and groaned. Hay flecked hair flailing about as she orgasmed again and again, her cries getting louder, her thrashing stronger culminating into an all-encompassing scream so loud that Stevie was sure must have followed her into her waking world and awoken the others. Panting herself, Stevie felt a small puddle soaking her thighs. Once again cursing herself and her excessive yield, sometimes she hated being a gusher. And the smell! She was sure it must be permeating the entire stables! The others must smell it she thought. Turning to her left Lisa appeared to remain sound asleep, her large breasts rising and falling in sweet confirmation. To her right was Carole, Stevie felt a twinge of guilt, remembering all the lewd positions her mind had contorted her in only minutes prior.

Resigning herself to reenter the disturbing, yet highly entertaining dream world, Stevie lay back down only to hear a yawn to her right. Even her yawns were sexy! They reminded her so much of the groans she produced when stimulating her clit or when she is on a multiple straight climax. What was wrong with her! This was not they way she was supposed to think about women and most definitely not her best friend. Stevie felt like she was going insane. There was only one thing to do, she had to talk to Carole and resolve this dispute between them, and hopefully she could expunge the weight on her conscience and hopefully these disturbing thoughts too.
“Carole, are you awake?” She whispered tentatively, heart beating against her chest. Waiting nervously for what seemed like forever, a flood of relief washed over her as a tentative “Yes” rang out in reply.
“Good, we need to talk.” This time there was no response.
“Look Carole, I don’t even know how we got this way, I mean… I’m sorry I caught you but you don’t have to worry, I’m happy to forget about it” Stevie lied, “I mean I won’t tell anyone.” Again no response, so Stevie continued on.
“I mean you don’t have anything to feel embarrassed about, we all do it.”
That piqued Carole’s attention. “You mean you do it too?” she tentatively whispered. Carole’s mind flooded with pictures of her gorgeous friend wracked in the throes of orgasm.
“Yea… umm of course… I think everyone does, I was just surprised and having caught you doing it in the stables is all.”
Carole felt relief washing over her, her friend didn’t think she was a freak! “I don’t know Stevie, sometimes I just feel like I can’t control it, I just have to do it then and there, I think I must be sick.”
“You’re next sick” comforted Stevie, “Girl you just need to get laid.” They both laughed at that, visibly much more comfortable with each other’s company.
“So what about you Stevie, have you ever….?” Carole queried.
“Have I? Oh no, not yet.”
“But what about Phil?”
“I love Phil, I think he’s great but so far all we’ve done is kiss, and some light petting. I don’t know, I guess deep down I’m waiting to do it with someone really special, you know, someone I really loved, so it would be magical.”
“I know what you mean” replied Carole, “I’m still waiting for that too.”
They slipped easily back into their old friendship, gossiping about boys and love till the early hours of the morning. When they could no longer stay awake, they drifted off to sleep, falling into easy dreams of how special it would be if their first time was with each other.

AN: We're getting close, can you sense it :P
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