My best friend started dating a trust fund kid, and while I felt a pang of envy, I genuinely wished her well. Of course, she didn't abandon our friendship for romance. She invited me to her boyfriend's equestrian center. The only catch was I couldn't bring my own boyfriend. I didn't quite get it, but I went anyway… 1 "No, darling… Stop, not like this…" Chloe's hushed, breathless gasps floated from inside the horse stalls. I stood peeking from just outside the semi-open stable partition, my legs instinctively squeezing together. As a powerful stallion in the stall suddenly shook its head, tossing its mane, Chloe’s voice rose into a desperate cry. Ethan Stone, Chloe's boyfriend, towered over her by at least two heads. The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt revealed smooth, powerful muscles. "Just one more time, baby," Ethan murmured, his body still tense with unsatisfied energy. But Chloe sounded truly overwhelmed. "No, please, there are people everywhere! Someone might see us… And I genuinely can’t take any more!" Ethan and Chloe had been dating for over six months, and their intimacy had always been a bit… unbalanced. Mainly because Ethan had boundless energy and a definite thrill-seeker’s streak. Chloe had complained to me multiple times that she was practically living on soothing creams, avoiding intimacy whenever possible. I’d always thought she was humble-bragging, trying to sound good. But witnessing Ethan’s raw, untamed power today, I finally understood the monumental difference between people! My own boyfriend, even with a little help, couldn't match a tenth of Ethan's intensity. Chloe’s desperate, almost "begging for mercy" expression, I honestly felt a strange urge to experience it myself. But she was my best friend. I had to brutally squash those outrageous thoughts. By the time Chloe and Ethan reappeared, I had changed into a sleek riding outfit. "Mia, you look incredible in that!" Chloe said, propping her chin on her hand, nodding and praising me. She even pulled me over to Ethan. "Isn't she, Ethan? Absolutely stunning!" My figure was indeed quite defined – a wasp waist and rounded hips. The riding breeches, though form-fitting, hugged my curves perfectly, emphasizing a blend of strength and softness. The overall effect was undeniably alluring. I secretly glanced at Ethan. His eyes unintentionally lingered on my thighs, as if trying to see through the fabric. Remembering his still-unsatisfied expression from just moments ago with Chloe, I subtly bit my lip. Just that look from him had almost made me blush. These breeches were so tight, any visible reaction would be impossible to hide. "Could you help me find a coach, please?" I quickly changed the subject, trying to cover my embarrassment. Ethan also had shares in this equestrian center, so Chloe had insisted on covering all costs for my visit. As an average working-class person, I’d never ridden a horse before. But Chloe just smiled, telling me not to worry – Ethan would teach me himself. "Oh, no, that’s too much trouble," I stammered, my face flushing instantly as I pictured him teaching me, meaning we’d be pressed together. I shook my head, waving my hands in refusal. Chloe, however, was oblivious. With a generous shove to my rear, she helped me onto the horse. Ethan, with practiced ease, stepped into the stirrup and swung onto the saddle behind me. All I could do was grip the reins, my back stiff and unmoving. I kept repeating to myself: The more Chloe trusts me, the more I must uphold my boundaries! But before my mental defenses were fully in place, Ethan's firm chest pressed tightly against my back. In one fluid motion, his long, strong arms wrapped around me, enclosing me completely. I could even catch a faint scent of his still-present musk. Bouncing gently on the horse's back, within a few minutes, I felt a shameful, unfamiliar sensation where my body met the saddle. Ethan didn’t seem to notice my discomfort. He meticulously adjusted my posture, even explaining some quick tips for riding. I wasn't really listening. His closeness, combined with the vivid image of him with Chloe in the stable, kept replaying in my mind. "Ah!" I gasped, distracted and missing Ethan’s warning that he was about to start. When the horse began to trot, I lost my balance and nearly fell. Fortunately, Ethan caught me, pulling me back until his upper body was even more tightly against mine. "Relax, don't be so stiff. Loosen your legs." Ethan's hand glided over my thigh, sending a jolt of heat through me. Just as I wondered if I was overthinking it, he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Why are you clenching so tight…?" What… what was that? What kind of suggestive comment was that? I turned, shocked, to look at Ethan. He merely smiled, calm and composed. "The horse's sides, don't grip them so hard…" Oh. Right. He meant the horse's sides. My mind had definitely gone to the wrong place. I released my grip a little, feeling a bit embarrassed. "My riding skills are excellent, no need to be scared. Chloe told you, right?" Ethan's voice was full of self-assurance. I secretly muttered: She did, actually. But she said you ride her like your personal racehorse! After riding for a while, I started to relax, both physically and emotionally, so I instinctively leaned back. Because my hips were quite pronounced, their curve fit perfectly between Ethan’s legs. I felt a searing heat, as if pierced, and quickly straightened my back, hearing Ethan suppress a groan in my ear. "Engage your core. I'm going to speed up." Ethan's tone held an odd, almost suggestive double meaning. "Core?" I hadn't quite registered it when Ethan nudged the horse's sides, and we began to gallop around the arena. "Horse riding helps strengthen your core, your boyfriend will benefit from it too." What did that have to do with my boyfriend? Ah… when I finally pieced it together, I was too mortified to respond. So I simply shut my mouth and focused on riding. As the horse's back moved up and down, a jolt, like electricity, seemed to shoot from my tailbone. The noisy equestrian center felt as if it had suddenly fallen silent, like we were in a vacuum! Even at the most intense moments with my boyfriend, I’d never experienced anything like this. Yet, with Ethan, even with clothes between us, I felt like I was about to burst into fireworks. Finally, the excruciating riding lesson concluded. My legs were so weak, Chloe thought I was just shaken from my first time on a horse. So she told Ethan to help me dismount. But because my legs were completely jelly, I nearly fell. Ethan had to steady me by cupping my rear. His hand was large, his fingers long, and somehow, he brushed against my sensitive spot. "Ah!" I cried out involuntarily. "What's wrong?" Chloe immediately asked with concern. "My leg… my leg just cramped up," I mumbled, making up a quick excuse, hoping to brush it off. That evening, after dinner, Chloe suggested we go to the mountain peak behind the equestrian center to watch the sunset. I didn't want to be a third wheel, but Chloe sweet-talked and pleaded until I finally agreed to go. "What? We're riding horses? I'm wearing a skirt!" We drove the SUV to the foot of the mountain, where two horses were waiting in the shade. Chloe said it was fine, the horses would just walk up the mountain, so a skirt was no issue. Ethan had a small pony specifically for Chloe, which only she could ride. And because I was new to riding, for safety, I would share a horse with Ethan. I initially refused flat out, wanting to head straight back to the stables. But Chloe pointed out there was no driver, so I’d have to hike back alone. It was almost sunset, and walking alone through a deserted rural road at night was truly unsettling. I reluctantly got onto the horse. My skirt wasn't short, but the specific riding posture meant the white fabric barely covered my backside, preventing a full exposure. My bare, pale thighs were fully exposed, a stark contrast against the dark, glossy horsehair. "The mountain path here is tricky. Hold on tight to me." Ethan held the reins with one hand, and with the other, he gripped the saddle, his fingers brushing against me subtly. As the horse swayed and bumped, I fought to suppress involuntary shivers. Ethan's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Watching Chloe and her small pony disappear further and further into the distance, a deeply immoral thought sparked within me. Just as I was locked in a battle between my conscience and my desires, Ethan’s hand moved away from the saddle. The receding heat instantly snapped me back to reality. I was secretly relieved that I hadn't done anything irreversible when suddenly, a low-hanging vine on the narrow mountain path forced me to press my entire upper body onto the horse’s back. But I forgot about this position—front low, back high—which rendered my skirt’s covering function almost useless. A chill swept over me, and only then did I remember that for breathability and a seamless look, I was wearing a thong. But it was too late to adjust myself. Ethan… …pulled me forcefully back against him. I could distinctly feel a warmth, like body heat. The sensation of sitting down again was no longer the cold saddle. For a moment, I forgot who Ethan was, and who I was. In this desolate outdoor spot, only the horses tied nearby and the sound of Ethan's and my panting filled the air. The sky grew darker and darker. I don't know how long it lasted, but I only knew it was an experience I'd never had before. Both in terms of duration and intensity, Ethan was truly different. He could go on and on, like a tireless colt. Changing various positions and methods to sustain the session. Our encounter finally ended with Ethan’s complete release. Lying on the grass, Ethan slowly remarked, "You're something else. You're the first one who didn't beg for mercy." I rolled over, grinning mischievously at him, "Want to go for round two??" Just as Ethan was about to launch his second "attack," his phone rang. It turned out he’d promised his family he’d be home for dinner. He hadn’t returned, so they were calling to check in. Ethan told me he’d originally expected me to give up quickly, leading to a quick and unsatisfying end, which was why he’d agreed to go home for dinner with his mom. He simply hadn't anticipated such a long "performance" time. Ethan was reluctant to leave, asking if we could meet again tomorrow. I understood what Ethan meant, but then I suddenly thought of Chloe. I felt uncertain about how I would face her in the days to come.
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