Unknown - Wild for horses

"I know of a riding stable in the country. My cousin works there. He says that it's not too expensive to rent horses for the day," she said.

"You see!" said Tanya, turning to her stepfather.

"Well, I don't know, Tanya. I thought we already discussed all that," Burton said. "According to your mother, you've never even been riding. I don't think you understand how dangerous it is. And your girlfriends too, I'm sure, don't have much experience with horses. One of you girls could get hurt, and then the parents would hold us responsible."

"Oh, I've been riding, Mr. Reynolds," said Ramona.

"You have! I didn't know that! You never told me!" said Tanya.

"Oh yeah, my cousin took me once. But I didn't like it."

"What was it like!" the eager Tanya said.

The arm of the chair ran right between her legs and she gripped the arm.

"Well the horse was big and smelly and I almost fell off. And I was sore as a dog by the end of the day." She took out a cigarette.

"You don't mind if I smoke, do you, Mr. Reynolds?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Do your parents know you smoke, Ramona?"

"Yes, my mother knows. She doesn't mind."

Ramona's father was dead. She held a match to her cigarette.

"Why don't you call me Burton, Ramona," Burton said. "After all, you're a good friend of Tanya's." He put his arm around her.

She snuggled closer to him, on the arm of the chair.

"So can I, Burton? Can I? Can I?" Tanya pressed.

"Well, if Ramona says she knows a place that's not too expensive, and if you're serious about getting yourself an after-school job and paying us back, well… I don't see why not!" he said after a moment's reflection.

Tanya jumped up and clapped her hands. "Yay! Yay! I'm going to tell Jason!"

She ran out of the room, leaving Ramona alone with Burton.

"Tanya's such a sweet girl. Rather innocent, but I'm really very fond of her, Burton," Ramona said, as if she were much older than her girlfriend.

She turned around on the arm of the chair so that now she was facing him.

Burton was thinking – I know this kind of girl. She's probably a real slut. She's got hot pants and she'll put out for nothing.

He was thinking that he really wasn't too happy about Tanya hanging out with her so much. He knew her mother, who catted around quite a lot.

In fact Burton had ended up in a hotel room with Ramona's mother one time, back in the days when he was going to single bars and being a carefree bachelor.

Ramona slid back and forth on the arm of his chair. Her crotch tight jeans clearly delineated every curve of her body from her hips down, even down to the two little curves of her sex.

He stared directly between her thighs quite frankly.

"Like what you see, Mr. Reynolds?" she asked him.

She spread her thighs open even wider and pushed her crotch back and forth.

A slut is a slut, he thought. He put his finger to his mouth and wet it.

Then staring the brazen girl right in the eye, he put his wet finger to the furrow between the two sides of her sex and rubbed against her jeans.

Ramona was electrified. Her heart almost stopped beating.

She couldn't believe this was really happening.

But she tried to act cool and sophisticated.

"Hey," she said running her fingers through his hair, "I'll give you a blow job anytime you want, Mr. Reynolds. I mean, Burton. Just let me know!"

Just then Tanya came running back into the room.

"Jason says he knows that they need a new girl down at the Burger Joint to work behind the counter! I'm going to call them in the morning! So it's all settled!"

Burton had removed his finger from the furrow at the crotch of Ramona's jeans when his stepdaughter came running in. And Ramona turned around again coolly on the arm of the chair. She puffed her cigarette and said nothing.

But her pulse, the blood in many parts of her body, was racing.

Burton laughed at his charming, youthful stepdaughter. He tousled her hair as she stood beside him.

"Come on, Ramona, let's go do our homework now! Oh! I'm so excited I don't know if I'll be able to think! You've got to tell me all about this ranch where your cousin works." She was dragging Ramona away into her room.

"It's not a ranch. It's a stable," Ramona was saying.

But at the door to the den she turned around saying, "Wait a second. I forgot my cigarettes!" Alone in the den again with Burton, she scribbled her number down on a slip of paper. She said to him, "You know I'm not just a kid. I wasn't kidding. I think I could show you a real good time, sugar."

And she slipped her number into the pocket of his shirt and left.

Burton sat grinning in his leather armchair at the forwardness of his stepdaughter's girlfriend. He was glad that Tanya wasn't like that.

Tanya was still a kid. But some girls grew up too fast.

He was going to take the number out of his shirt pocket and crumple it up and throw it away, but staring at it, he recalled Monica, Ramona's mother.

She had been another hot one. So hot. And slutty.

It had been a drunken night with her, that he hardly remembered.

But he did remember that he and another friend of his had taken Monica Flapper up to a hotel room with one of her girlfriends.

And the two girls had shown the guys an incredible time.

Very kinky sex, they had gotten into. The two girls went down on each other, and then they let the men fuck them together. That is, Monica, Ramona's mother had wanted both Burton and the other man to fuck her at the same time.

Burton shifted uneasily in his chair. His hard cock was ripping at his pants. He put his hand on it and massaged it.

How good it would be to have that slutty sixteen year old get down on her knees in front of him and take out his cock and put her mouth on it.

He rubbed his finger back and forth across her number.

As a joke, he would hold onto the number.

Maybe some night when Loretta was out of the house, or away on one of her trips. His wife was a lawyer and she often had to go out of town. It would be fun, just as a joke, to have a young girl again. And he could make sure she kept her mouth shut. He wasn't afraid of that.

In Tanya's room, both girls were having lots of trouble concentrating. But for different reasons. Tanya was thinking about horses.

"Just think! It's really going to happen! I'm going to ride on a horse!"

"Ummhhmm," Ramona said dreamily. She was thinking about riding on a different kind of mount. They were both sitting on the floor.

"Is it hard? Is it really hard? Were you real scared?" Tanya asked.

"Oh no, honey, I won't be scared at all. And I bet it's real hard!"

Tanya looked at her friend. "I don't care. I bet I can do it!"

"Mmmmhmmm, I bet I can too!" Ramona said. "Look, I don't think I can study tonight. I just can't concentrate. I'm going home!"

"Yeah, me too. We can study together in home room in the morning. I can't wait! I wonder if I can get that job!" Tanya hugged her knees.

"I wonder," said Ramona kissing her friend goodbye.

After Ramona left, Tanya tried studying some more. But she just couldn't keep her mind on her work. She kept glancing up to her little bedside table and, more specifically, to the little gold drawer in the table. Finally she got up and went over to the drawer.

She was about to open it when Jason stuck his head in her room again.

"So what happened? Is it on? Will she go out with me?"

Tanya whirled around and closed the drawer.

"She just about said yes. Give me one more day to work on her. Anyway, where are you going to take her? For a walk on Main Street?"

"No, I'm gonna ask Burton if I can use the car. I'd take her to the movies, or something. I know how to treat a girl right," he said.

"Burton and Mom won't let you use the car at night. You've only got a temporary license," Tanya taunted her older brother. She stuck out her tongue.