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Prologue
"Hey! No! Stop that!"
"Stop what?" the innocent voice inquired from behind.
"Don't you dare!"
"What's wrong, honey?" the innocent voice again.
"What's wrong? What's WRONG!"
Sarah laughed, pushed and the strap-on moved forward.
"GET IT OUT OF MY ASS RIGHT NOW!"
"No." Sarah pushed another inch of the dildo into her lover's ass.
"You slut! Stop it!" Kate swore, "Bitch! I'll get you for this!"
Sarah laughed again and started moving her hips, forcing the strap-on in and out of Kate's ass. No way was she going to stop now, not until she was finished. "You wanted to spice things up," she said between thrusts.
Kate let loose with a stream of profanity, words to make a sailor blush, but with her hands and ankles tied to the bed, she had no choice in the matter. The long thick strap-on was supposed to be in her pussy, but the bitch had changed the game, and not for the better. Kate began planning her revenge even as the huge dildo pounded her ass.
Sarah kept working the double-ended strap-on into her lover's no-longer virgin ass. She felt the warmth of her own orgasm beginning to take hold and Kate's profanities and protests went unheeded. She slapped Kate once, and on hearing the responding scream, she began spanking Kate in time to her thrusting.
Kate's yells were barely audible over Sarah's wild moaning.
Sarah's hand continued hammering Kate's ass, a red print rewarding her efforts.
"AH, Oh yeah, I'm..." and Sarah collapsed onto her lover's back, spent, exhausted by the orgasmic convulsion tearing through her body. The toy slipped out of Kate's ass with a pop, and she sighed with relief.
"Bitch, I'll get you for this. Don't even try to sleep tonight," Kate threatened.
"I'll just leave you tied if you don't shut up," Sarah's gasping reply.
"Don't even try it, untie me now."
"No."
"You bitch! Untie me!" a hint of desperation in Kate's voice.
Sarah reached up and ran her hand over Kate's ass again, "Such a pretty ass, so pretty."
"AIIIIEEEE! Let me go!" Kate screamed.
"Promise you won't be mad."
"Let me go!"
"La, la, la, la, la, I can't hear you," Sarah taunted.
"Oh, you are so dead, when I get loose," Kate promised.
"Tell you what. I'll let you go, but first you have to promise not to get me back."
"I promise."
"You're lying."
"Damn you! Let me go!"
"I'll see you later." Sarah stood, "Some girls just don't know what's good for them." She left the room without a backward glance.
"Come back here!"
Sarah returned a moment later and with an admonishing, "Shhh," closed the door to muffle the noise.
*****
Fast Horses :
"Girl! Where's your head, hold him still!" the trainer's voice brought her back to reality.
"Sorry," Kate tugged the shank and the big gelding stood quietly while the trainer and jockey saddled him. She kept peeking around, trying to see if the blonde was still standing by the paddock rail. She had watched as Kate walked the horse to the saddling enclosure, watched with more interest than necessary. Was she looking at the horse or at me? I think she met my eyes, I'm not sure. She turned her head to look again.
"Hey, hold him still. Get your head on straight!"
"Sorry." Kate turned back to the task at hand. Where did she go?
The trainer finished with the tack and she took the horse back into the parade ring. Around and around they walked, stretching and relaxing the horse, as well as putting on a show for the crowd. There! She's there, back one row and she is looking. Kate's heart skipped and a physical jolt of excitement shot down her spine. She had to get out of here; she had to meet that girl. Damn it, why don't they call riders up? Come on already!
"Riders Up," the paddock judge yelled. Brightly clad jockeys appeared and received boosts onto their mounts.
Another trip around the paddock, Kate saw the blonde walking away, going up the hill to watch the race. She's getting away. Blow the fucking horn, blow the fucking horn, "Damn it!" she said aloud.
"What's wrong?" The jockey asked.
"Um, nothing," Kate pretended to adjust the girth.
"Ok,"
"Have a good ride," Kate said, their traditional pre-race ritual.
"Thanks. We're ready."
The horn blew and red clad outriders arrived to escort the horses onto the course. Riders and grooms exchanged last smiles, helpless looks of anticipation and hope. The horses were about to set out on the biggest test in steeplechasing, four miles over twenty-three fences; no low hedges or easy board fences, but heavy post-and-rail fences, four to five feet high, intimidating even on foot, let alone at thirty miles an hour on horseback. The Maryland Hunt Cup was the reason Kate lived.
One reason she lived; the other was currently that blonde on the hillside. Where was she? The instant Kate released the horse, she looked around trying to spot the blonde girl. For a moment, she could not, but then she sighted the yellow dress, halfway up the hill, standing apart from the crowd. Perfect.
Ignoring the race, and the other ten thousand fans on the course, Kate walked with a determination borne of desperation. I hope I'm right, I hope she was looking.
The horses approached the start, and began circling. Kate moved forward, step-by-step, until she could feel the heat of the blonde's body beside her. She realised she was shaking. She raised her field glasses and looked, the recall judge had lifted his flag, the outriders were trotting to their posts; the race would start in moments.
"Can I look?" Kate's heart stopped, the voice, perfectly soft, sweet, the tone of an angel.
Voice please don't fail me now, Kate thought, then replied, "Of course," and handed the glasses to the blonde.
"I've never seen the Hunt Cup before," the girl said.
"I love your dress," Kate blurted. Shit, don't say stupid things, she berated herself. "I mean, you're very pretty." Idiot!
On the course, the starter lifted his flag and the thirteen runners lined up across the course. The race commentator, a distant voice, spoke, "They're Off, Halo Relay goes to the front, followed closely by Swayo, Colonial Hunt and Sammy Sam. Into the first of twenty-three fences, Halo Relay leads the way opening up to three lengths. They clear the first and gallop toward the second, Ocean Sweep moving up on the outside, Krafty Prospector going well on the inside."
Kate moved closer to the blonde and said, "The third is the first real test, the first of the big fences." Her arm brushed against the blonde's and a thrilling electric shock ran from the point of contact to her brain. Kate nearly fell from the intensity of the feeling. Do I say something? Should I ask her out? What if she says no?
"Halo Relay goes down at the third, and that was Hammerjack falling with him, Sammy Sam jumps to the lead as the field goes out of sight."
The arm contact ended, the girl pulled her arm away and Kate's heart fell, landing somewhere near Hammerjack across the field. She was about to step away, when the heavenly voice said, "You're very pretty too." "...they come back into sight and Sammy Sam still leads the way, Krafty Prospector in second, followed by Swayo. Three lengths back in fourth is Colonial Hunt, Ocean Sweep is fifth, two lengths to Silent Sunday and Celtic Glory...," the race call continued as the field swept toward the fifth.
Kate said, "It's pretty deep near the fifth, we told Gary to stay left." Her mind was racing for a compliment, something to keep the girl's thoughts on her. Damn, she thinks I'm pretty.
"I see. Oh, number four lost his rider."
"That's Jamaica Run, Blaire got into the mud and slipped. Too bad," Kate said with some delight.
"You sound broken up about it."
"I'm sorry, I just don't like Blaire very much; she's a Daddy's girl."
"I hope she's not hurt." The girl looked at Kate, somewhat reprovingly.
"Me too." Kate cringed. Damn, blew it there, she likes nice!
"...Into the sixth, Sammy Sam leads, followed closely by Swayo. Krafty Prospector goes well in third as they round the bend and head up the hill..." the race commentary played in their ears.
"My name is Kate, I'm happy to meet you," Kate was rewarded with silence. Damn, too soon? Too forward? Worry filled her again.
The sixth fence is the second great test in the Hunt Cup; an uphill five-foot jump, it appears to the horses and riders as closer to seven feet. The turn of the course forces horses to take strange lines into the fence and in order to save ground, they often jump on a higher panel than necessary. Passing this fence marks those horses truly in the race, true jumpers.
"...field approaches the sixth. The leaders are over safely, Ocean Sweep stumbles, and recovers. They stretch toward the seventh. Sammy Sam still leads the way, Swayo in second, one length back, Krafty Prospector third, Silent Sunday fourth. A gap to Seminole Sprite in sixth, Ocean Sweep seventh, Fenway's Charley, Strawbridge and Colonial Hunt bring up the rear," the race announcer's call barely background noise for Kate now.
"I'm Sarah, Sarah Millner. Your horse is in last."
"Yeah, but he's supposed to run off the pace," Kate explained. She tried to keep her voice level, even though she felt like screaming her joy.
Sarah asked, "Can he make up the distance?"
"Don't know. Probably. If he jumps well. Do you ride?"
"Some three day events, hunters and some jumpers," Sarah said, "but nothing like this. This is too fast."
"Yeah, they're nuts, but it's the best race there is," Kate opined.
The field settled and spread out in a long line of brown and grey between the sixth and seventh fences. The leaders reached and cleared the seventh without difficulty. One mile finished, three more to go.
Kate stepped closer, "Would you like to see the horse after the race? I can arrange it if you want."
"Oh, I would love that. Oh look! Your horse just jumped into ninth!"
Kate turned to see Colonial ahead of George's horse and smiled, "Gary is extending him a little, probably testing."
The race continued, the horses cleared the eighth and ninth fences then started down a long hill toward the road. All were moving easily now and the beauty of their fluid movement was apparent in the call, "Sammy Sam going easily on the front, Swayo waits patiently behind, Krafty Prospector, Sunday and Seminole Sprite make up the second group and behind are Ocean Sweep, Fenway's Charley, Colonial Hunt and Strawbridge. They turn toward the tenth, one more turn to go..."
"He'll move up after the twelfth fence, if he can, he's supposed to pick it up and be in contact before going back up the hill."
"Isn't that early?" Sarah asked.
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"Isn't that early?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, but they can steal the race if we aren't with them by the sixteenth. Let me clip my pass on your dress, that way you can get into the paddock after the race."
Kate stepped forward, and without waiting for Sarah's response, removed the pin from her own dress and pinned it to Sarah's just above the breast. She hoped Sarah didn't notice her fingers lingering, but she had to touch this woman. She had to.
"Thank you," Sarah said, "you're too kind, you don't even know me."
Kate was shaking, "It's nothing." Did she like my touch? Maybe she's mad I brushed her boob. Damn, too fast again.
"At the thirteenth, that's Sammy Sam falling, Swayo assumes the lead, Krafty Prospector jumps into second... Colonial Hunt jumps past Ocean Sweep and Fenway's Charley. Strawbridge pulls up at the fence."
"Wow, he can jump!" Sarah exclaimed.
"He's moving well, if he can stay clear of the muck, he'll be in good shape for the hill," Kate said, excited.
"How long have you groomed for him?" Sarah inquired. She recognized the excitement in Kate's voice and smiled.
"Three years, I ride his workouts and school him over the fences."
"You jump these fences? Are you nuts?" Sarah touched Kate's arm in a gesture of concern.
"Ha. No, I jump him over three footers, this is his first time to jump five feet," Kate said, again trying to keep her voice steady as the electric shock shot through her body. She touched me.
"I jump three feet on my show jumper and hunter jumper, and sometimes in events, but not at this speed. This is crazy." Sarah's voice was a sweet tune playing in Kate's ear.
"We should ride together someday," Kate said, "I have a couple horses you could ride."
"...on top of the hill, Krafty Prospector moves into the lead, Swayo follows closely behind. Celtic Glory moved into third, Ocean Sweep in fourth, Silent Sunday fifth, Colonial Hunt sixth and Seminole Sprite and Fenway's Charley bring up the rear. It's still anyone's race, with seven fences and one mile remaining..." the announcer continued calling the race.
Sarah's silence led Kate to believe she had overstepped her bounds, and she worried again. She turned toward the course and watched as the horses passed the seventeenth and eighteenth fences without incident. She watched Sarah through the corner of her eye, and could see the excitement. Is it the race? Is it me? Oh damn it, say something!
"...Krafty Prospector jumps safely, Swayo second..." The crowd released a collective gasp as Celtic Glory slammed into the fence. "... Celtic Glory refuses the nineteenth, Ocean Sweep falls over him. Silent Sunday and Colonial Hunt jump clear... the race is on the front as they move down the hill... Swayo and Krafty Prospector run side by side, Silent Sunday and Colonial Hunt moving well, closing with every stride..."
The crowd was moving forward in a surge, lining the rail at the finish line. The remaining fences are lower, designed to allow horses at full speed to clear them without danger. Kate reached over and grabbed Sarah by the arm. She jumped up and down pointing to Colonial Hunt, who was making up ground with every stride, closing on the leaders.
"...at the twentieth you can cover the four lead horses with a blanket...Krafty Prospector has the advantage, ahead by a neck, Swayo still second, Silent Sunday third and Colonial Hunt moving well in fourth..."
Kate's grip on Sarah was tight, she looked over and saw that Sarah had the same infectious energy. Both were jumping up and down, screaming, unmindful of the crowd around them.
"At the water jump, Swayo pokes his head in front of Krafty Prospector, Silent Sunday and Colonial Hunt race into the jump side by side. And here comes Seminole Sprite, gaining ground with every stride..."
Kate said, "I can't look." She buried her face in Sarah's shoulder and said, "Tell me, tell me!"
Sarah, just as excited said, "Oh my god, what a finish!"
Kate felt the goose bumps rising on Sarah's skin and held her tighter, "I have to know!" She turned to look.
"...at the last, Colonial Hunt jumps into the lead, Silent Sunday, Krafty Prospector and Swayo all within a length. Seminole Sprite jumps 3 lengths back. They turn for home, Colonial Hunt presses forward, a length ahead..."
Kate screamed, she grabbed Sarah and squeezed her in a huge hug, and then without a thought, pressed her lips to Sarah's.
"...here comes Swayo, closing again... Seminole Sprite moves into fourth. Into the chute it's Colonial Hunt and Swayo, Swayo and Colonial Hunt. At the wire... it's Swayo! Swayo by a head! Swayo wins the Hunt Cup!" The crowd's cheer was deafening.
"Second, you came in second!" Sarah said, pulling clear of the kiss. "Second."
"Did I?" Kate asked, looking directly into Sarah's eyes.
"Your horse...he came in second," Sarah said, understanding Kate's question.
"Well then, let's go see him." Kate took Sarah's hand and led her toward the paddock.
***** Sarah was amazed as they walked through the paddock toward the awards stand. At least a dozen people walked up and either kissed Kate on the cheek or shook her hand in congratulations. "You know all of these people?" She asked.
"A lot of them, I've worked with most of them once or twice."
"As a groom?"
"And exercise rider. Wait. Hey Gary!"
The jockey looked up, smiled and pushed his way to his groom. "He ran great, jumped perfectly and just missed at the wire. Chris just put his head in front of me."
"You ran him perfectly. Nobody can fault you for getting nipped by Swayo... well, maybe a little. How's the horse."
"Tired, but he came through it in good shape, he'll be ready to go again soon."
"I think he's off until autumn. We'll probably run him back at Middleburg and the Gold Cup."
"I'll be ready. Excuse me, I have to go."
"See you at the farm."
"Ok, and thank you again," Gary nodded to the girls and pushed back into the crowd.
Sarah watched the exchange with interest, "Ex-boyfriend?"
"No, we're just friends."
"Will you go to dinner with me tonight?" Sarah's question came out of nowhere.
I can't believe she asked me! Kate laughed. "I've been working up the nerve to ask you that question."
"You didn't answer."
"Of course I'll take you to dinner." And farther if I can.
*****
The Italian restaurant Kate chose for dinner was a bit over the top, but there is only one first night. "This place is fancy, but we're both dressed well enough," Kate commented as they pulled into the parking lot.
Sarah didn't respond, and simply followed Kate into the restaurant where they were seated in the main room. Several other parties of race fans were already there, the restaurant was popular among the Virginians who frequented the races. Several were friends and Kate introduced Sarah to each of them as they were ushered to a table.
Once seated Sarah asked, "How do you know everyone?"
"Steeplechasing is a small world, everyone knows everyone," Kate evaded.
The waiter arrived, "Can I get you something to drink."
"Iced Tea for me," Kate said.
"Ice water with a slice of lemon," said Sarah.
Kate laughed, "You're a cheap date."
"Oh, is this a date?" Sarah asked with a hint of a smile on her face.
"Would you like it to be a date?" Kate was quick to dodge.
"Answer the question, Kate. Is it a date?"
"If I say yes, will you be mad? Will you leave?"
"I'm not saying until you answer. You brought it up."
The waiter returned with their drinks, placed them on the table and asked, "Are you ready to order ladies?"
Kate, looking directly in Sarah's eyes, said, "I will have the linguini with lobster, and so will she, side salads, vinaigrette dressing and bring plenty of bread."
Sarah smiled, "Is that your answer?"
"Part of it," she looked at the waiter and he shrank away to place the order. "When I kissed you earlier, you didn't run."
"I'm not saying anything until you answer the question." Sarah persisted.
"What if I don't answer?"
"I could leave."
"You left your car in Glyndon," Kate laughed.
"I can walk."
"It's thirty miles."
"I can flash leg and get a ride."
"Ha."
"Ha indeed, are you going to answer?"
"You won't be mad?"
"I can't say."
"I think you are the prettiest person I have ever seen," Kate temporised, "I would love to know you better."
"So, is this our first date?" Sarah pressed.
"First? If I say yes, does that mean we'll have more?"
"Have you answered my question yet? I'm lost."
"Yes. It is a date. I considered it a date from the minute I asked if you wanted to see my horse," Kate said, a little too loud. Several of the other patrons turned to look, but quickly turned back around upon learning that Kate had made the outburst.
"I knew it when I saw you staring at me in the paddock."
"And you still came with me?"
"Gods, woman, you couldn't have been more obvious. I was curious."
Kate sighed and said, "Now about that kiss, did you like it?"
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