Becca, you should have been there. Jennifer has this really big house. More like a mansion. Of course her parents were there. Not there then, though. They were away for the weekend and we had the place to ourselves. Except for the cat, Mig. Maybe that's short for Miguel. I never got that straight. We didn't waste any time finding the liquor cabinet. I mixed us up some Vodka and Kahlua. Plenty of ice. In a big glass. Whew! We were in the library. So many books. I found this one of erotic paintings and drawings. We sat on the couch studying it for a while. There was one picture I really liked of this girl riding a hobby horse. You could see there was this special attachment on the saddle. A prong which fit into her pussy. "Ride a Cock Horse" was the name of the picture. I asked Jennifer if she'd ever done it. "What?" she wanted to know. "Fucked a boy," I said. She blushed. I guess that answered that. "You should try it," I said. "Maybe someday," she said. We looked at more pictures. We kept coming back to the girl on the horse. I mixed another drink. We shared. Jennifer got the giggles. "It's too bad we don't have a horse," I said. "That's right," she said. "A horsie horse," she added. "To fuck," I said. "No," she said. "Okay, just for pretend," I said. She nodded. She was kind of rocking back and forth on the couch. Almost as if she was riding. "You do that good," I said. "Like cowgirling," I said. "Cowgirling, what's that?" she said. "Lie down on the rug and I'll show you," I said. She started to. "Wait, first take off your clothes." "Why?" "So they won't get mussed." She took off her clothes. So did I. I sat between her legs. I put my hand on her pussy mound. "Nice," I said. "Nice," she said. I stroked her pussy mound. She started making mewling noises. Like a kitten. I rested my thumb on her clit. She started getting wet. Her little lips were edging open. My thumb wobbled her clit. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Feeling how good you feel," I said. I put my other thumb between her little lips. On her cherry. I pressed. "Oh!" she blurted. "Hush," I said. I pressed with my other hand, keeping my thumb on her clit. I pressed my other thumb into her pussy hole. "Oh! Oh no. Oh!" she said again. "It's just pretend," I said. Her pussy gripped my thumb. She moved her hips against my palm. Some of the wet from her pussy seeped down. More and more of it. I pressed and pressed. Her pussy squeezed, answering each push. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. I think I was getting as excited as she was. Her little asshole started to twitch. I put my finger against it. It twitched more. Like winking. My thumb was still in her pussy. My forefinger was all slick from her wet. I pushed it against the wink. It went in. "Oh, oh, oh," she yelped, her body pumping against my hands. Then her whole body went rigid, except inside her pussy squeezed so hard. Her ass even harder. Like it was milking my finger. Then she let out a big gasp. I pulled my hands away. I watched the gulp and swallow of her pussy and her asshole. At last they were still. I asked how she was. "In heaven," she said, "except Miggy scratched me." There were claw marks on her arm. A little blood. "Oh, dear, how did that happen?" I asked. She said she didn't know. "Wait here," I told her. I found a bathroom and a washcloth. I got the washcloth nice and wet with hot water. I took it to Jennifer and cleaned her off, first her arm and then her pussy. "Good as new," I told her. I noticed the book with erotic paintings hadn't done so well. The spine was cracked. I closed it up and put it back on the shelf where I'd found it. "No one will ever know," I said. "Because it was just pretend, right?" Jennifer said. "Pretty much," I said, taking her hand and leading her to her bedroom for the real stuff.