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The earnest look on Jacque’s chiseled handsome face made Gretchen laugh. Those eyes will be the death of me. “Well even if I already had plans, I would change them. This is such a crazy coincidence.”
“I prefer to call it destiny,” Jacque added as he favored Gretchen with a sexy smile, sending another jolt through her body.
“Drinks later sounds great,” Kristi said, beaming broadly at Gretchen and Jacque. We can all go get cleaned up and meet at the cool new brewery in South Austin. Their pizza is to die for and their beer isn’t too shabby. I’ll see if Kent wants to join us. Does that sound okay with y’all?”
“Sounds like a plan. I know the place. I believe there’s a good band playing there tonight that I’ve been wanting to hear,” Jacque answered, tearing his eyes away from Gretchen to give Kristi an appreciative smile.
“Sounds good to me,” Gretchen agreed.
Jacque reluctantly released Gretchen’s hand to search in his gym bag for his phone. “Let’s exchange numbers in case something comes up. Does seven o’clock work? I have to take care of a few things at the ranch when I get home, but I should finish them up pretty fast.”
“Perfect for me,” Gretchen said as she pulled her own phone out. She was thankful she lived close to the mall. She’d have just enough time to hit the mall for an outfit befitting the occasion. Maybe Kristi would want to go with her. Meeting Jacque seemed almost magical, and she wanted to look her very best for their first date. She’d stop by Victoria’s Secret to pick out some sexy bras and panties. She didn’t plan on going home with him on the first date, but with the palpable attraction growing between them, she didn’t think it would be long before she did. She got moist between her legs when she found herself thinking about having those intense hazel eyes gazing at her in super sexy lingerie.
“So what do you think about Jacque?” Kristi asked Gretchen as she pulled out of the parking lot. She grinned and gave Gretchen an appraising glance. “I’ve never seen him act like that. He looked at you almost worshipfully. That was wild. He has women chasing him around every time I see him, and he doesn’t even seem to notice, but you certainly had his attention. Maybe he has fantasies about having an Amazon dominatrix.”
Gretchen giggled and swatted Kristi. “You are so bad!”
“That actually sounds fun, Gretch. I think I’ll see if Kent is game for a little role-playing. We can order kinky black leather outfits, with whips and some toys and— Oh my! I’m getting excited just thinking about it. I hope we can make it by seven. I’m definitely going to have to fuck Kent before we go out.”
Gretchen burst into laughter and Kristi joined her. “That’s why I love you, sistah. You always say it like it is. Too funny. Well, who knows? I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. Jacque might just want a woman he can climb on like a jungle gym, do tricks for. Either way, sign me up! Really though, I don’t want to get my hopes up, but so far, I’m liking everything about that hot little jockey, and I’m liking it a lot. I’m blown away by how he seems to be exactly what I’ve been looking for, and damn we have a lot in common. It’s almost too good to be true. Pinch me,” she replied wiping her eyes.
“Oh, Kristi, speaking of lingerie, do you mind stopping at the mall? I’d like to get some things from Victoria’s Secret and if we have time, find something cool to wear tonight.”
“Sure. My wardrobe could use a little refreshing, but I was really looking forward to going home to jump Kent’s bones. The sacrifices friends make. I guess I can wait ’til we get home from our date and surprise him with some sexy new lingerie.”
“Thanks. I’m nervous and excited. A new outfit will help calm my nerves.” Gretchen smiled at Kristi gratefully, thinking how glad she was to be living close to her best friend again. They had chosen different colleges and had spent a few years apart, but they had been best friends since Kristi had moved to Wapakoneta from Mississippi in the fifth grade. It had been a bit of a rough transition for Kristi, and Gretchen had taken her under her wing. The two girls had shared some crazy adventures together and more good times than she could count.
“I’m really excited for you, Gretchen. He’s totally enamored with you. He’s so short though. I know that’s your preference, but I can’t figure it out.”
“I know. I’m weird. I have a feeling Jacque might be a little weird too. It does appear that he prefers women who tower over him,” Gretchen said grinning. The idea of towering over Jacque in a domineering manner was appealing. The sudden image that came to mind was so erotic she had to turn away from Kristi and face the window. She closed her eyes for a moment as she let herself imagine herself naked, legs spread, looking down at Jacque kneeling at her feet worshipfully begging her for instructions on how to please her as he stroked his huge rock-hard cock. Kristi was right; Gretchen did have peculiar fetishes, but she had an idea that she might have met her match. Jacque just might be the man of her fantasies. Stop. This isn’t the time to get hot and bothered.
Chapter Four
Post Time
Kent and Kristi picked Gretchen up from her apartment at six thirty p.m. “Oh my God, you look like a freaking goddess, Gretch!” Kristi exclaimed as she jumped out of the car to greet her. The girls had found a snug white T-shirt that showed just enough cleavage to drive a man crazy, a pair of brown and turquoise, low-heeled cowboy boots that Gretchen had tucked her favorite faded Levis into, and dangling turquoise earrings with a matching necklace that sat enticingly in the deep cleavage accentuated by her sexy new bra. The matching white crotchless panties Kristi had picked out for her were scandalous. Kristi had been a little wound up and had insisted that Gretchen get several pairs of crotchless panties. “Live a little,”she hadsaid. “Just imagine how surprised and excited Jacque will be when he undresses you. Besides they’ll make you feel sexy as hell!”
Jacque met them at the bar of the crowded brewery. He had a glass of white wine in his hand for Gretchen. “I hope Sauvignon Blanc is okay,” he said, handing the glass to Gretchen. “They actually offer a nice French wine here. A little surprising for a brewery. They always look at me like I’m a nut when I order wine. I was raised drinking wine with my family, growing up in France, and have never developed a taste for beer.”
“I love Sauvignon Blanc. Thank you, Jacque.” Gretchen smiled and felt herself flush when their eyes locked. Those gorgeous hazel eyes. They are going to be the death of me, or maybe the birth of me for that matter. He looked good enough to eat in a pair of Levis that were just as faded and worn as her own. When Jacque dragged himself away from Gretchen for a few minutes to greet Kent and Kristi and turned his backside to her, she was happy she was getting the chance to admire his fine ass without anyone noticing. Jacque was wearing cowboy boots and a form-fitting white T-shirt that showed off his cut definition. She hadn’t noticed how incredibly fine his bulging biceps and shoulders were when she had seen him earlier at the yoga studio. She must have had her attention directed on other parts of his anatomy. She smiled to herself when she remembered the outline of his large cock in his yoga pants. How could someone she had only met earlier that day get her so damn turned-on? She wanted to run her hands up and down his fine, powerful little body. The barstool next to her became available and she sat down. She smiled at him when he turned around.
After a long searching look into her eyes, Jacque’s gaze traveled down Gretchen’s body. Just the way he looked at her made her excited. When he licked his lips and paused at her breasts, Gretchen’s nipples hardened and lengthened literally right before Jacque’s eyes, and as she watched his reaction she experienced the sweetest tingling sensation that radiated from deep in her belly and culminated in the depths of her pussy where it pulsed with an unfamiliar exotic beat. Jacque stared with awe at the outline of Gretchen’s big, hard nipples underneath the tight white T-shirt, and the glazed look she had seen on his face earlier at the studio returned. Gretchen had a strong feeling she would grow to love that look, but at that moment she wanted nothing more than to feel his
mouth on her nipples. Feeling a little wicked, Gretchen placed her hand on his shoulder and moved a little closer to watch his reaction.
“Oh God,” she heard him utter under his breath. He blew on the nipple closest to his mouth, creating an exquisite thrill that shot straight into her now soaking wet pussy.
The sexy smile that spread across his face when he heard her sharp intake of breath and looked up into her eyes was irresistible.
Without thinking, Gretchen lifted her hand from Jacque’s shoulder and placed her index finger on his bottom lip. It was Jacque’s turn to take a sharp intake of breath. He sucked her finger into his mouth and held it in his teeth. The sexual tension between them was so explosive at this point, Gretchen wondered how no one else in the bar had not noticed. She quickly looked around the room, and when she saw no one was watching them, she stepped so close to Jacque that her nipples were rubbing his face.
Jacque tried to look up at Gretchen and tell her something but he had a hard time seeing her face over her big breasts. At one point as Jacque craned his neck to see her better, her nipple was directly in front of his mouth, and he discretely wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard.
Gretchen gasped, trying not to be obvious. Jacque released her nipple, stepped back and looked up at Gretchen innocently.
“We need to either sneak into the bathroom together and rape each other or go to the table and sit down. I have a raging boner that will not be easy to hide.” Jacque took Gretchen’s hand and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. “And I’m commando, which doesn’t help matters.”
“Oh no.” Gretchen laughed and looked toward the bathroom located on the other side of the bar. It is definitely advantageous to be tall sometimes, she thought as she peered across the room to see if the bathroom was actually an option. I’m game for sex in the bathroom with Jacque. Hell, I’m game for sex with Jacque anywhere.
Gretchen looked down at Jacque and shook her head. “Sorry, the bathroom isn’t an option. Long line.”
“Damn!” Jacque said disappointedly. “Walk slowly. I’m going to walk really close behind you to hide this monster. You have no idea what you do to me, beautiful.” He took her hand and pressed himself against her back as she led him to the table that Kristi and Kent had secured shortly after they had arrived.
Jacque quickly sat down and scooted his chair under the table as Gretchen took the seat beside him. Gretchen smiled at him sympathetically. “The bathroom sounded fun,” she whispered loudly so Jacque would be able to hear her over the intense guitar solo. The loud part of the song suddenly ended before she could finish her sentence and her voice carried across the table. Kristi looked at Gretchen incredulously.
“Did I just hear you say something about the bathroom and fun?” Kristi asked with a confused look on her face.
Gretchen must have blushed noticeably, because although Jacque somehow managed to look nonplussed, understanding dawned on Kristi’s face as she looked back and forth at each of their faces. She raised her eyebrows and started laughing.
“I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said as she pursed her lips in mock reproof and primly clasped her hands on top of the table.
“Did I miss something?” Kent asked, looking around the table. He had been so caught up in the music he had missed the exchange.
“No, dear,” Kristi answered with a patronizing tone that Jacque and Gretchen found hilarious. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time, Gretchen thought as the infectious laughter spread around the table.
Once another song had gotten underway, Gretchen leaned over and asked Jacque if his condition had improved. He looked at her and shook his head with an exaggerated expression of suffering on his face.
“All I could see was your beautiful butt as I followed behind you, and that made it even harder, no pun intended.” Gretchen giggled and Jacque awarded her one of his sexy smiles that, so far, made her melt every time. When he took Gretchen’s hand under the table and squeezed, she boldly moved it into his lap and ran it lightly over his crotch. He pressed his hand over hers to hold it still and gazed at her with an intense longing and desire that affected Gretchen so deeply, she would have agreed to fuck him right there on the table if he had asked.
Jacque gave Gretchen a ride back to her apartment in his huge Ford F250 ranch truck. The Subaru he usually drove around town was in the shop, he had explained as he opened the door and gave her a hand up into the cab.
I should probably be giving him a hand up, Gretchen had thought as she watched him walk around the front of the truck to the driver’s side. She was impressed when he lithely swung himself up into the seat.
The drive to the apartment was over way too quickly. They had so much to talk about, so many things in common. She still couldn’t get over the fact that Jacque had raced horses at River Downs so close to her hometown. Her family had attended the races there on a fairly regularly basis during the summers she had spent growing up in Wapakoneta. Usually they were day trips, but two or three times a year they would make an entire weekend of it and spend a day or two at Kings Island amusement park.
She was planning a call to her parents the following morning and made a mental note to ask her dad if he knew of Jacque. She wasn’t about to tell him that she and Jacque were dating. It was too soon to call it dating anyway, considering they had only been on one date. If Jacque was as well-known as he had alluded to, she was afraid her dad would start driving her crazy with questions and probably even ask her to get him an autograph. She wondered if Jacque’s picture was on the wall at Montgomery Inn, her father’s favorite restaurant, which sported photos and memorabilia from famous visitors, including many jockeys who raced at River Downs. Gretchen laughed to herself when she thought about how obnoxious her dad could be about things he was really excited about. Horse racing happened to be one of those things.
Jacque parked in the apartment guest parking. He raised the console separating them and beckoned for Gretchen to move closer. Gretchen gave Jacque a questioning look as she scooted across the tan leather seat to sit next to him. She had expected him to jump out of the truck, whisk her upstairs and fuck her brains out, and she was more than ready.
“You’re welcome to come up for a nightcap, Jacque.” Gretchen looked into Jacque’s captivating hazel eyes imploringly and was relieved to see the desire she was feeling mirrored there. For a minute she had been worried something had gone wrong, but that didn’t look to be the case. Not at all.
Jacque took Gretchen’s chin in his hand and kissed her. He gently explored her mouth with his tongue. Gretchen responded to the kiss passionately, taking it to another level. She pressed herself tightly against him so that her breasts rubbed his chest, and he lifted one to his lips and traced the outline of her hard nipple through her T-shirt. Gretchen arched her back to give him better access and moaned. “I want you, Jacque. Come up to my apartment.”
Jacque lifted his head to look into her eyes and placed her hand on his bulging crotch. “Gretchen, as you can see, there is nothing I could even imagine wanting more than to make love to you right now. I want to take you in your apartment, in the truck, in the bathroom, under the table, anywhere and everywhere, but…” Jacque cupped her face in his hand and kissed her again before continuing. “I want this to be as perfect and special as you are. I have a proposal for you. If you’re free tomorrow, please come out to the ranch. We can spend the entire day together. There are so many things I want to show you and do with you. I’ve been planning it in my head the entire way here, so I’m sorry if I seemed a little distant. You can pack an overnight bag in case you decide you like me enough to stay the night.”
Things had heated up between them so quickly, Gretchen was completely taken aback when Jacque turned down her offer to come in for a nightcap, but now she was glad he had declined. The prospect of spending the day at his ranch was exciting and would give them plenty of time to get to know one another better. What a wonderful idea. Unbelievable. He’s hot, he’s sm
art, he’s sweet, he’s talented…the list went on and on.
Chapter Five
Trifecta
Gretchen was on her way to Jacque’s by 9:15 the following morning. The butterflies in her stomach were on hyperactive overdrive as she consulted the GPS for her turnoff. She was seven miles from Jacque’s ranch. She knew of the general vicinity because it was close to a state park that she and Kristi had visited a few times but there were quite a few twists and turns once she turned off the main highway. What a wonderful location for a ranch, she thought as she traversed the rolling hills and admired the scenic countryside.
It was a beautiful day, cool and clear, not as warm as it had been on Saturday. She preferred it cooler. The Texas heat took a little getting used to for an Ohio girl. She was wearing jeans and a blue tank top with a green flannel shirt that she was pretty sure she wouldn’t need for long, and blue Converse sneakers, since Jacque had some outdoor activities planned for them. He had mentioned a picnic and possibly some fishing, both things she absolutely adored. Underneath her tomboy attire, however, was a whole other ball game. She giggled, thinking about the sexy red crotchless panties she was wearing under her faded jeans. She had taken her chances and chosen to not wear a bra with her tank top and it felt great. She liked the risqué feeling it gave her. Normally she would wear something underneath but it would just be her and Jacque. Besides, her tits were great. She considered them to be her best feature, and Jacque had certainly seemed to like them. He should consider this a gift, she thought as she flipped down the vanity mirror for a quick look once she had turned off the highway.
Jacque was waiting for her in a Gator at the end of his driveway with a bushel basket perched on the back. He waved and motioned for her to follow him and took off up the dirt road. Gretchen followed him to a circular drive in front of a beautiful, sprawling, rustic-looking ranch house surrounded by big oak and pecan trees. She hadn’t seen horses yet, but how could a ranch owned by a jockey/horse trainer not have horses? She peered out at the expanse of trees and rolling pastures that stretched behind the house, trying to catch a glimpse of a four-legged animal.