A/N: Inspired by wanting another KARMA fic and the Facebook group "21 Reasons to Date a Horseback Rider"
Give thanks to Truth in the Moon for beta-ing. She's awesome, just read her stories.
As usual, I own nothing, not even riding pants.
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Persuasion
"Hey Kartik," my girlfriend, Gemma, called to me from my bathroom. She had just gotten out of the shower and I was a little hurt that I wasn't invited. After all, it was my apartment. "Do you mind if I put on one of your t-shirts while I wash my clothes? They're covered in sweat and horse hair."
Ugh. That sounds arousing. "Sure, go ahead," I called back to her from my corner of the couch. Out of the many things I've seen Gemma do, I was thankful that horseback riding wasn't one of them.
I put down the book I was reading as I heard her approach me. She smiled down at me as she perched herself on the couch arm next to me. She was wearing my favorite shirt. I was a deep green V-neck that reached so low I could almost get a free show. I got hard at the sight of it.
"You know what I was thinking about in the shower?" she asked as she stroked my palm with her fingers. How you wish it were me touching your hot, sweaty body instead of the water? How much you want me to take you standing up while we both get drenched? How you wanted me to be the one to make you wet? Don't get me wrong, the sex we've had is amazing. But, come on, who doesn't love a good, long shower?
"That you terribly regretted not inviting me to your bathing party?" Her nose scrunched up in disgust, which made me grin.
"I was so sweaty that my hair stuck to my forehead."
"My point exactly." My lewd wink caused a squeal and fit of giggles.
"Actually," Gemma said once her giggling ceased. "I was thinking that you should come watch me the next time I ride. Everyone there is dying to meet the boyfriend I've been telling them about." Now it was my turn to be disgusted.
"But…horses stink. And girls are scary."
"They do not stink. The only time you smell something is when they have to 'go.' And girls are only scary when they need to be." Seems like all the time to me. "Besides," she said as she got up from her spot on the arm of the couch to straddle me. "If you go with me next time, and be nice to everyone there, I promise to make it up to you."
As she put her arms around my neck, I could see that she was going commando. That did nothing to help the current situation I was in. "Anything you want," she breathed into my ear as she moved her core against the tight area of my shorts. I couldn't stifle the sound that came out of my mouth at our contact, although I wish I could have—just to make her think this wouldn't be an easy victory.
Triumphant smile on her face, my redheaded temptress left me—hot, bothered, and frustrated—to put her clothes in the dryer.
Washer and dryer set? $1,200.
Average riding outfit? $340.
Surprising your girlfriend hard in the ass? Priceless.
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A/N: A bit of smut-like fun. Next chapter Kartik will mingle with horses.
If you haven't already, read my other AGATB fanfic "Shall He Be Kartik?"
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