On Monday morning, Beca arrived at work nearly as tired as she had been when leaving work on Friday. Her dream had left her very confused and very horny. She spent all day Sunday trying to understand what was happening to her. Was it possible that she was only gay for Alex? She certainly wasn't attracted to other women. Chloe excluded of course. This was entirely different. This was not vague, it was very specific. She knew exactly what she wanted Alex Morgan to do to her. She couldn't think about that now, she had work to do.
Mid-morning there was a light rap on her office door. She looked up into emerald green eyes and dimples. "Hey you", said Alex, "busy?"
"Hey you, yourself. What brings you into my boring little world?"
"I had to sign off on some paperwork for the electrician. Did you have a good weekend?"
"It was okay. Speaking of that, do you want to tell me about your weekend?"
Alex looked a little perplexed with the accusatory tone in Beca's voice. "I, uh, it was okay, too."
"Did you win?"
Alex's eyebrows shot up. "What? Did I win what?"
"Your horse show."
Alex looked down and blushed, like a kid caught doing something they knew they shouldn't. It was adorable. "Oh, you heard about that did you?"
"Why wouldn't you tell me you were into that. It sounds like you're accomplished and that's something to brag about."
"I don't brag, and I was going to tell you eventually, well soon actually. Would you like to have dinner with me this Saturday? We can stop by the barn on our way. I'll introduce you to Ichabod."
"Ichabod? "
"He's my horse."
"Oh, okay, well I'd love to meet Ichabod, and have dinner with you."
"I'll pick you up at your place at 7:00. Dress casually, jeans, whatnot."
"Looking forward to it." Beca sighed as Alex walked out. Well at least she asked me out, that's a good sign, right? Now all I have to do is make it to Saturday.
At precisely 7:00 Saturday night, Alex pulled up in front of Beca's house. She was wearing a tartan green plaid flannel over a black t-shirt, tight black jeans and black boots to her knee. The green in her shirt enhanced the green of her eyes, darkening the shade and making them shine.
Before she could push the bell, Beca opened the door. "Hey, I saw you pull up."
Beca's hair was loose, falling in soft curls over her shoulders. She wore a dark blue tank that showed plenty of cleavage with a royal blue button down over it. Tight blue jeans and royal blue Addidas topped off the look. As casually dressed as she was, she still took Alex's breath away.
"Ready to go?" Alex motioned to a bright yellow Jeep Wrangler, both doors and top off. Beca grinned, "Looks like fun."
They drove out of the city, away from the ocean and into low rolling hills. After about an hour, they made their way down a long drive off of the main road. When they crested a small hill, Beca saw the farm stretch out in front of her. Huge grass pastures were surrounded by white board fence, horses in groups here and there, happily munching away. The barns were immaculate, two stall barns with twenty box stalls each, two indoor arenas, sand outdoor arena and plenty of paddocks.
Once Alex parked the Jeep, she took Beca's hand and led her into the nearest barn. This was a first for them, and not lost on Beca at all. But Alex was so excited to introduce her to Ichabod, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to take Beca's hand.
As soon as their eyes adjusted to the dimmer interior of the barn, Alex led the way down one aisle, turned left at the next one and stopped. There, in all his magnifcent glory, stood Ichabod in the crossties.
Ichabod was a Fresian stallion, imported, 16.2 hands high, his coat so black and shiny he almost looked blue. His thick black mane, with a tight wave from being braided for show, reached down past his shoulders. His tail, also black, nearly touched the floor. He nickered when he saw Alex, and she immediately went to him and wrapped her arms around his elegant, upright neck.
"Beca, this is Ichabod." Alex beamed. "The only male in my life." she chuckled.
Beca was awestruck at the beauty and size of Ichabod. He was intimidating but beautiful, much like Alex was. Beca had not been exposed to any horses this close, certainly not one this big, and she was a little scared of him. Alex immediately saw her apprehension and went to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "He won't hurt you Beca. Do you want to touch him?"
"Can I?" Beca asked. Alex led her slowly toward Ichabod's right side. Beca reach up and stroked the thick mane, felt the power in his neck and saw the soft expression in Ichabod's eye. "Dude, how do you even get up on him, he's so tall?"
Alex grinned, "I have my ways." Alex introduced Beca to Marty, the barn manager, who had been standing off to one side, and asked her to put Ichabod back in his stall. Alex turned to Beca, "Are you ready for dinner?"
"Yes, dude I'm starving!" Beca replied as they began making their way back to the Jeep.