In case you haven't read any of my other stories, my name is Alicia and I'm eighteen years old. My best friend since fourth grade and lover since December is Shelly. She's five months older than I and a very beautiful girl, if I may say so at the risk of being a little bit prejudiced. We are bisexual, not lesbians, because we have boyfriends, too. We have introduced two girls in our senior class to the delights of girl on girl love, Brea and Samantha.
There is another new girl in our class who transferred in during the winter holidays. Her name is Rose Marie and she comes from New York, a place called Greenwich or something like that. It pissed her off to change schools in the middle of her senior year, but her father got transferred and it couldn't be helped. She has this chip on her shoulder and takes her misfortunes out on everyone else around her though and comes across as being course and cynical. We tried to befriend her but her anger made it hard to tolerate her.
One day at school we were sitting around, talking with her. Brea and Samantha were there also. Rose Marie was in one of her bad moods, which seemed to be the norm.
"What the fuck do do you people do around here in Hicksville?" she asked. "The stores all close at nine o-clock! In New York, people are just starting to have fun at nine o-clock."
"We have a movie theater, a bowling alley and a roller rink," Shelly told her.
"Also, we have a riding academy where we can go horseback riding," Brea added.
"A riding academy?!" she said. "Who the fuck rides horses?"
"I do!" Brea answered indignantly. "In fact, I own a horse. Do you mean to say you can't ride a horse?"
"I didn't say that. I can do anything if I want to." she said defensively.
"Come riding with us this Saturday then, and show us how good you are," Brea challenged. "I promise you we won't laugh at you when you fall off."
"I'm not going to fall off!" she said arrogantly. "I can do anything you hicks can do. You won't get the best of me."
"You'll go then?" dared Brea.
"Yeah, - I'll go. What should I wear to go horsie-back riding?"
I was amazed at how little Rose Marie knew about riding. I thought everyone knew what you'd wear at least. Seizing the opportunity, I had an idea.
"The spring days are warming up pretty good," I said, winking at Brea. "We'd better dress light in case the sun gets really hot."
"Yeah, a sun dress would be fine," Brea said, looking serious but I could tell she was stifling a laugh.
"Okay, what time?" she asked.
"One o-clock would be good. That'll give us time to get our house chores done and eat lunch," Brea answered, getting a pen and paper from her school bag. "Here's my number in case you need directions."
"Cool. Okay, see you guys at one oclock then."
"Yeah, we'll be there," I assured her.
*
Saturday afternoon came and Brea, Shelly and I were at the stables, waiting for Samantha and Rose Marie to show up. Brea was feeding her horse Salome while we watched. We were dressed in jeans and boots and halter tops.
Randy, the stable hand was there to saddle up the horses and lead out a group of riders when needed. Randy was a real hunk dressed in jeans, western boots, shirt and a wide brimmed western hat. His snug fitting jeans showed of his ass-sets well when his back was towards you, and when he turned around, the wad in his front would be enough to make a girl's pussy tingle. If I wasn't 'spoken for' to Travis, I'd be trying to fuck him silly.
Samantha finally showed up and we introduced her to Randy. Randy, being his normal, flirtatious self, put the charm on Samantha who ate it all up. She was so taken by Randy she hardly paid any attention to anyone else but him.
Rose Marie got there about fifteen minutes late when we were about to give up on her. She was wearing a white sundress with red and pink flowers scattered all over it and low open-toed shoes. She really looked beautiful in it and I felt a pang of guilt for what we had done to her and thought about confessing to her, but then decided to go through with it. She needed a lesson in humility.
Rosie looked at all of us dressed in jeans, then down at herself at what she was wearing. She looked self-conscious like she was considering backing out of the deal.
"Oh, I checked the weather forecast and they said is wasn't going to be hot today, but that's okay, you're fine. You look heavenly," I said.
Brea brought her horse out without a saddle, saying, "You can ride my horse Salome if you'd like, Rosie. She's the most gentle horse here. The academy horses get a little frisky at times."
"Okay, thank you, Brea. That's nice of you."
"My saddle is being mended though, but if you can't ride bareback, we can rent one from the academy," Brea said apologetically.
"I can ride bareback, it's no problem," she said with her usual 'I can do anything better than you' attitude.
I held my hands down for Rose Marie to step on to get up on Salome's back. She put her foot in my hands and, when she swung her leg over Salome's back, I got a good view of two superb butt cheeks and white thong panties.
Randy, who was saddling a horse by Salome, had to step back quickly to keep from getting kicked in the face by Rose Marie.
"Whoa there, did I take your picture there, Cowboy?" Rosie asked, trying to embarrass him, I guess.
"Yep," Randy replied coolly. "It was a very good view, too." He went back to saddling the horse as if nothing had happened.
We mounted up and started up the riding trail which was nothing more than a one lane dirt road. We let the horses walk at a leisurely pace to go easy on Rose Marie. Samantha and Shelly were in front, side by side. Rose Marie and I followed them while Brea brought up the rear. I kept looking at Rosie. Her breaths were getting short and her eyes bigger around. Her pupils were beginning to dilate showing her sexual arousal.
We had to navigate around some large ruts in the road which caused the horses to step differently. I smiled to myself when I heard Rosie let out an "OH!"
Farther up the trail, Shelly turned around and said, "Let's trot a little bit."
"Okay," I answered. "Rosie, hold tight with your legs so you don't fall off and make a clucking noise to make Salome go faster."
"Okay," she answered with a shaky voice.
We bounced on our horses backs as they trotted along and with each bounce, our pussies would smack solidly on the saddle, or in Rose Marie's case, the horse's bare back. It is the second best feeling to a girl to being fucked.
I could hear Rosie start to whimper now, and every now and then she'd let out an "Oh, gawd, oh."
We dropped back to a walk and I looked over at Rosie. Trotting had caused her dress to blow back exposing her white panty crotch pressed on the horse's back. In her condition, I don't think she cared where her dress was. She had no stirrups so couldn't raise up for relief so she had to let Salome's neck muscle caress her pussy with nothing but a thin strip of material between them.
"OH, my gawd, um, oh," Rosie moaned.
"Are you alright, Rosie?" I asked.
"I'm fine," she replied. "I just can't - keep from coming."
"Wait up, Shelly! We need to take a rest," I called.
We dismounted and Rosie literally slid off Salome's back to the ground with legs too weak to hold her up.
