Private Lessons Chapter Three

Private Lessons is an explicit erotic romance with a horse-lover flavor. I will be posting consecutive sections on Tuesdays until the whole thing is posted. Then I’ll post it as a free pdf on my website. Do not click the link to read more if you are offended, or bored, by adults in explicit sexual situations.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Dee stared at her chart. The words, in her own handwriting, refused to get clearer. But then, what she was thinking wasn’t really a question simple things, like letters, could answer.

In a moment of spite, Dee had assigned Ben to a four year old green colt named Ace for his afternoon lesson. Ace knew the basics of being ridden, but well-trained was not yet in his vocabulary. She hadn’t changed her mind, because she wanted to see how far Ben was willing to take his act. She was betting he wouldn’t take it far enough to let himself get hurt from a fall, or to let the horse fight him or misbehave, since he wanted to impress her. The odds were heavily in favor of Ben’s cover being blown the moment he climbed aboard.

But that didn’t do much to solve Dee’s problem. Like what to do.

She’d woken this morning to her body responding to mutinous dream about Ben and his riding skills. She felt his arms around her again, his smile against her lips and her own body waiting below him, like an eager steed, wet and woefully empty. The feeling of his arms had turned out to be just her blankets, and the flaming feeling in her at the sight of his hips rocking was just a memory. But her lips, and a line down her neck had all been warmed as if he had just been there. As if he had just left her naked, pussy wet and nipples hard, alone in the bed.

It had been difficult to think of anything else all day. The humdrum mechanics of running a barn she could do in her sleep, and it was sleep she wanted, to be back in his arms for a short time, even if it was only a dream. One of the few hard rules of dealing with so many people and horses was to not let yourself get distracted. She should have be present, aware of the actions of those around her. But the horses and students seemed content to let Dee fantasize as she worked.

Someone knocked on her screen door, pulling Dee back out of another daydream. The chart hadn’t changed and the knocking came again. “Just a minute,” she yelled.

Whenever she came home for lunch she left a sign on the door saying where she was and she took the barn’s cordless phone with her so she could answer business calls. But it wasn’t an early student or a concerned boarder outside the dusty screen. It was Ben, in worn blue jeans and a white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked like a cowboy from a movie. Someone who should be riding along open plains, working leather and building up a few days of stubble. And who should definitely not be standing on her tiny porch, peering into the dark kitchen, so very dangerously close to her couch, her bed, hell, her kitchen table.

“You’re early,” Dee said, joining Ben on the porch. She pulled the screen door closed behind her to discourage any thoughts she, or Ben, might have.

“I know.” He smiled and everything else melted away. “I’m early and I brought lunch.”

Ben picked a take out bag up from the chair Dee had managed to squeeze onto the porch. She didn’t know what restaurant had a logo with a cursive A and leafy vines, but she hadn’t been there before, which meant it wasn’t fast food.

Dee wasn’t sure what to do. She sat, staring at the bag for a few moments too long.

“Do you want to eat out here?” Ben asked.

“Well no, there’s not enough room…”

“Then come on.”

Dee didn’t put up much of a fight. Before she really knew what she’d agreed to she was sitting at her kitchen table across from Ben, who was opening containers and dishing food onto plates.

“Why… why are you here?”

It came out harsher than she meant for it to, but the words refuse to cooperate. Ben hid any surprise behind a soft smile.

“Well, I don’t live in town. I’m just here visiting. Sandra is busy, sitting around a hotel room alone isn’t very fun, and I was hungry. So, here I am, sharing lunch with my riding instructor as thanks for taking on a troublemaker like me.”

Several thoughts hit Dee at once. The food being transferred to her plate was BBQ ribs, corn bread and potato salad, all of which ranked pretty high on her favorite food lists. She recognized that Ben had said that he didn’t live in town. But she couldn’t tell if she was happy about that or not. Wouldn’t it mean that he wouldn’t be around regularly? Again, she wasn’t sure if this pleased her or not.

And he had mentioned Sandra, which Dee knew made her heart sink.

“Did you already eat?” Ben asked, not smiling, or at least not looking pleased for the first time Dee could remember.

“No,” Dee shook her head, more to clear her mind than in disagreement. “No, I’m just caught a little off guard. No one’s ever brought me lunch before.”

“No one? Ever?”

Dee smiled at his tone. “No, I’m usually the one stuck taking orders. Maybe someone has, when I was a kid, or sometime that I’ve just forgotten. But it’s not standard. And it’s never been like this.”

“Like this?”

Dee gestured to the chunk of ribs and generous portion of potato salad on her plate. “This is picnic food at the least. Maybe even, like, sit-down restaurant food. If it doesn’t come from a freezer or a drive-thru it doesn’t usually end up in this house.”

“That’s it. I’m moving in with you.”

Dee choked on a potato chunk. “What?”

“I take it as a personal affront that anyone eats like that all the time. I can understand occasionally. But all the time? That’s horrible. I cannot allow it.”

“I think, maybe, it’s a little early to talk about moving in.”

Ben’s grin was full of possibility and mischief.

“Why is it an insult to you?” Dee asked, trying to coax the subject away from nefarious regions.

“Because I’m a chef. Well, a rogue chef anyway. Like a cowboy without a ranch, I’m a chef without a kitchen.”

“Did you make this?”

Ben laughed. “Oh, no. I ordered this.”

“Then why aren’t you in a restaurant somewhere, cheffing away?”
“Honestly? Because I’m tired of dressing in white and cooking sea urchins and scallops and all those picture perfect, dainty little meals that the fine cuisine type expect. I’m tired of trying to come up with something new and interesting enough to carry a restaurant when what I want to do is make cheeseburgers to die for and big sticky chocolate cakes that can make women come.”

Dee thought she was going to choke again. “If you want me to actually eat this you’ll stop saying things like that.”

“But it’s so much fun watching your reaction.”

Dee mock bowed over her hand, leaving crumbs from her piece of cornbread all over her tank top. She dropped the food and cursed. A few larger pieces fell into her cleavage. Dee blushed a fierce shade of red as she tried to get them out. Ben sat back, with that irritating smile on his face and watched her.

“If you had any idea what crumbs in your bra line in ninety degree heat and at this sort of job felt like you wouldn’t be laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing! I swear.” But his voice betrayed him. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

Dee stood up, ready to tell him off. Ready to scream at him, to refuse to give him his riding lesson. She was ready to chase him off Deepdale Acre’s property.

Instead he stood and stepped to her and covered her mouth with his. Dee’s anger faded, her embarrassment and her worry all faded, melting away under the feel of his lips on hers. His fingers, which before had held her even when she was dirty and sweaty, trailed down her bare arms, raising goosebumps on her skin even in the warm air. He stepped back and Dee was left tottering, eyes opened but not seeing, mouth slightly open as she tried to catch her breath.

“All better?”

Dee sank back into her chair, unable to argue any longer. “I don’t think I’ll be complaining.”

Ben chuckled. Dee tried not to look at him. She tried not to think of how her skin buzzed where he’d touched her and how every time she took a bite she saw his hands on the food, preparing it just for her. She knew he said he hadn’t, but she couldn’t stop thinking of it nonetheless.

Mostly though, she couldn’t stop thinking of Sandra’s friendly smile and her perfect, bouncing blonde ponytail.