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 experi- enced 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 wou
Id 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 exposur 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 sudde nly, a low–hanging vine on the narrow mountain path forced me to press my entire upper body onto the horse’s back.
