I bit back a growl as I realized it was Adam's knee tucked up under my rear that was the cause of my severe discomfort. The sting brought back memories of how we'd spent last night, previously unused muscles and my overly tender backside wailing in protest.

I looked sideways to find Adam still sleeping peacefully, his hands pillowed under his head and a smile on his face as he lay curled on his side in an almost fetal position. An immediate plan for revenge on my lover formed in my mind as I recalled all the details of our unusual tryst.

I'd come home from work like any other evening to find Adam cleaning out a scalded frying pan of what remained from his heartfelt attempt to cook dinner. Adam could do many things, but creating edible food was not one of his talents. Give him a computer or a cock and he's a genius at work, but even the simplest of snacks, like peanut butter crackers, were a disaster waiting to happen.

I found him bent over the trash can in his boxers and couldn't help but stop and fondle his assets a bit. It was nice until my fun was interrupted by the fact that Adam thought I'd forgotten our anniversary. In truth, he'd been the one in the wrong. He'd miscalculated by a week, using the human calendar instead of the lunar one. I can only guess that the stress and humiliation of such a mistake is what pushed him over the edge and into action.

While I must admit that being topped by my bottom was an unexpected and surprisingly enjoyable treat, it had still been a somewhat painful experience, and my inner beast wasn't completely happy with the incident. I felt the need to prove my dominance. The lion inside of me demanded to reassert itself as the Alpha in our relationship, and for once the human side of me was in total agreement with my beast. The mental image of Adam bent down on all fours, begging me to fuck him, really had me turned on. The rock hard erection I was currently sporting was a testament to how randy I was feeling. I was hard as stone and ready to treat Adam to a morning I knew he'd never forget.

Tinsel choked as Lance propelled her upright, pounding her on the back with one hand while using his other to try and pry her mouth open. "Spit it out. Don’t swallow."

It was too late. Her mouth was already empty where the burning concoction had been forced down her throat. He pulled his hands away when he realized his efforts were in vain.

Lance was extremely concerned. "Dalenna, do something."

"Like what? I told you we shouldn’t give it to her. She’s going to injure herself worse than she already is. At least she doesn’t seem to be hurting anymore. Hold her down and let’s get the fracture set while she’s out of it."

Lance grabbed Tinsel once more, doing his best to hold her steady under the drunken onslaught of the drug she’d ingested. Tinsel chuckled, swatting at his hands playfully, like a child during a boisterous game of patty cake. The sound of cloth ripping filled the room and Tinsel paused momentarily. Any other woman would have been utterly mortified to be clad only in her undies and lying a stranger’s arms, but in her current state, the situation didn’t seem to bother her at all. Tinsel squirmed a bit to get comfortable and became noticeably aware of the big, hard body she was cuddled against. As she looked back over her shoulder, she focused on a gorgeous set of deep blue eyes staring down at her, the worry easy to read in their shining depths. She turned slightly in Lance’s embrace, reaching out to stroke his face. She couldn’t remember his name, but that was okay. Somehow she knew the gorgeous stranger would keep her safe.

"You’re pretty." Tinsel grabbed a handful of his hair and twined it around her fingers. "So shiny, like spun gold." She pulled it closer and ran the handful over her face, loving the fine texture. "Soft, too, like a baby, and you smell good."

She tried to scoot closer and Dalenna huffed loudly. "If you can’t hold her still like this, then you need to find a position where you can. I’ll never get her leg set correctly if she keeps wiggling."

Lance groaned softly as the temperature in the room seemed to skyrocket. Tinsel’s constant movement had caught his body’s attention and its reaction was very inappropriate under the circumstances. He stood up, lifting her tiny frame and setting her back down on the bed, putting his weight gently on top of her in a modified missionary position. The new hold kept her pinned neatly beneath him and allowed him easy control of her motion. It also brought her most intimate parts against his more unruly ones.

Tinsel didn’t seem to mind the switch at all. In fact, it gave her easier access to him. She nuzzled her face into his shirt collar, pushing it aside and kissing the skin she revealed. Her tongue darted out briefly to lick the spot she’d just smooched. "Mm, you taste good, too."

Lance’s whole body stiffened in reaction. He was once again rock hard and throbbing. His cock pushed futilely against the zipper of his jeans in a massive plea for release. He tried everything he could think of to will away the raging erection, but none of it worked. He was as hard as stone and the small, lush, undulating body beneath him insured that he stayed that way.

From the moment she’d wrapped her arms around his neck in the forest, he’d been smitten. Her scent was intoxicating and the more he inhaled her natural aroma, the more aroused he became.

By the time I walked back behind the stadium Amanda was gone. I'm not sure what bothered me the most, the fact that she was missing or that she'd taken my favorite hat with her.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." I'd let my hormones get away with me. "At my age I should know better than to think with my pussy."

I followed the path around the back towards the parking lot where my truck was parked, passing by the smaller barn where the horses and calves were housed while they awaited their turns in the ring. Now it seemed eerily quiet. Something strange caught my eye so I abandoned my intended destination and headed cautiously into the barn. What I found was infinitely more interesting then anything I could have expected.

Amanda was in the back, near where they kept all the food for the horses, laid out on a hay bale with my hat over her face and her little skirt down around her ankles. Her tiny white panties were caught on her knees and she had both hands between her legs, one working away on her clit as her other jammed three fingers deep inside her pussy. The sight was truly inspiring, and had me hotter than a mare in season, but it was her words that left me no doubt as to who she was fantasizing about.

"Oh shit. Please Sammy. Please fuck me! Suck my clit. Harder."

My earlier doubts about her sexual orientation vanished completely. As I watched she spread her legs as far as the panties would allow, pinching and smacking her clit as her other hand began to pump in and out wildly. "Now Samantha, now. I'm going to come."

It seemed cruel to make her jill off by herself when she could have the real thing. I made it to the back of the barn faster than I'd taken down the calf earlier, pulling my Stetson off her face so I could look her in the eyes. The minute we made eye contact she fell over the edge, screaming and creaming her satisfaction. I gave her a minute to regain her wits by pausing to put my hat back on. It smelled like vanilla and wildflowers, a scent I knew I'd associate with Amanda from now on.

"Looks like you took real good care of my hat for me. Maybe I should thank you properly."

Her eyes widened. "Wwwhat do you mean?"

I let my actions speak for me, shucking my chaps, and undoing my jeans. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as I pulled down my boxer briefs and out sprang my big rubber cock. I always packed when I rode, it was just my style, but it was obvious Amanda wasn't expecting it.

She looked frightened for a moment, and I feared I'd made a mistake, but she recovered quickly and sat up to grab it. She took the head in her mouth, just sucking on the tip as she played with the shaft. The sight alone had me ready to fuck.

As her fingers tightened their grip I suddenly realized how Brad must have felt, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it because Kara had more enlightening news for me. "The only reason he brought you here was because he thought you were gay, too."

I gasped audibly, shocked that someone might think such a thing about me. While it was true that I had a bit of a kinky streak in the bedroom that most guys seemed unable to handle, it was obvious that I wasn’t a lesbian. At least I thought it was. "I…I…I'm not."

Kara shook her head and I shivered as I felt her long brown hair glide over my shoulder and across my neck. The feeling was distracting and more arousing than it should have been. "Are you sure?"

My voice was raspy, whether with shock or desire at this point I wasn’t sure. "What?"

Her hand moved higher until she found the inseam of my low-rise camouflage capris, and I swore I could feel my panties getting damp. "I said, are you sure?"

I nodded, but my reply sounded weak, even to my own ears. "I like guys."

Her fingers felt like magic between my legs and, as she increased the pressure just where I needed it, I suddenly wished the cloth barrier between her hand and my pussy would disappear.

"That's fine," she replied before leaning in and quickly sucking my earlobe into her mouth. "The question is, do you like girls too?"

I started to say no when she pressed the palm of her hand hard against my clit. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out except for a loud groan. She smiled knowingly at me, and something inside my brain exploded. I suddenly wanted to know if her lips felt as soft as they looked and, considering where we were, I decided to take a chance and find out.

I leaned forward, keeping my eyes open until the last moment, and focused directly on Kara. Her pupils dilated slightly in shock, and then appreciation, as our mouths met.

The first few kisses were chaste and timid. I was exploring totally uncharted territory and felt very unsure about what I was doing. Kara noticed my hesitancy and took control. Her eagerness to dominate aroused me immediately and dissolved the last of my inhibitions. When her tongue slid across my lips, I threw myself headlong into the kiss. I wasn't disappointed with my decision.

I've kissed lots of guys, and enjoyed most of them, but what Kara was doing to my mouth felt almost obscene. I was so hot I couldn't sit still. I rocked forward in my seat, and Kara's hand pressed back against me, teasing and stroking me until I wanted to scream. I arched my back and broke away with a gasp. I was on fire, and I needed to come so badly I was about to beg for it. Sudden applause halted my plea, though, and as I looked around, I noticed all eyes were on us. My face reddened in embarrassment, but Kara just looked pleased. She threw a twenty on the table, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the restaurant behind her.

Once outside, I started to question my actions until we rounded the corner and she pulled me into the alley, pushing me up against the wall of the bar. There was nothing restrained about our kiss this time. She plundered my mouth while her hands stayed busy on the rest of my body. I felt like I was going to shatter at any minute. My knees were weak and I was afraid I'd fall, but Kara tightened her grip on my upper arms and pressed her body against mine to help hold me upright. Her hands slid under my tank top to caress my breasts as her knee wedged in between my legs. When she moved her thigh back and forth, I cried out.

"Oh God!"

"That's it," she urged as her hands dropped to my waist and encouraged me to rock against her. "Ride me. Show me how you like it."