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The orgasm she had given herself had been the best she had ever had, but even after finishing, she still wanted more. Chocolate browns glanced over to the clock and she decided she needed to shower and get ready for the blond to come over.

While cleaning off her body, she found the heat of the water running along her naked form was doing nothing to help her calm down. It was actually making the ache between her legs that much worse. The younger twin couldn't keep her mind off the stunning blond, and now along with the heat she was feeling, she was also feeling nervous. It didn't make sense why she was feeling either, but she didn't have time to think too much about it. She finished her shower and walked back to her bedroom to change into some appropriate clothes.

She couldn't seem to find anything she really wanted to wear, nothing seemed good enough. After searching for a good fifteen minutes, she settled on a short sleeved flannel button up shirt and some semi-tight jeans. Emily then slipped on a pair of boots and spent the next ten minutes checking herself out in the mirror, trying to make sure everything was perfectly in place.

Naomi was pacing around her room. What had she been thinking? It wasn't so much that she was scared of horses; they were just so big and powerful. Maybe it wasn't the horses she was scared of in the first place. Her heart was pounding at that thought and her mind wandered to the red head atop the black stallion. If there was anything she should be scared of, it was the slight girl that could command such a massive beast.

She couldn't back out now. The blond knew that. Naomi knew she didn't really want to flake; she wanted to go, not to learn how to ride, but to see Emily again.

It was her own selfish need that got her up and ready. She really didn't know what she should wear, had no clue really. The blond sighed as she looked through her clothes, feeling the nervous feeling in her stomach as she did so. Naomi ended up slipping into a grey tank top and threw a flannel short sleeved button up over the top of it, though she left the buttons undone. She found a pair of faded, low-rise blue jeans and slipped them on.

"It's now or never…" she spoke to her reflection in the mirror. Naomi put a hair band around her wrist, just in case she would need to have her hair pulled back instead of sitting around her shoulders. After another couple deep breaths she headed down the stairs to go to the Fitch Family Farm.

Emily was ready, well... as ready as she could be given the circumstances. She had let her father know that a friend was coming over, she had stuttered a little bit on the word 'friend', but she recovered fast enough that Rob didn't seem to notice. He had just nodded his head, telling her to be careful, especially if this Naomi didn't know her way around horses. The younger twin smiled and gave her father a kiss on the cheek before heading outside to the barn. Maybe some time with Thunder would ease her racing heartbeat.

Naomi arrived to the ranch, crystal blues were wide. The house itself wasn't all that magnificent, but the stables, pastures, and arena were easily seen, and she knew immediately that this family treated their horses like family, even better than family actually.

She walked up to the door and hesitated, not sure if she should knock or just go around to the back of the house. Her hand reached forward of its own accord and rattled softly against the wood. Moments later a man opened the door, his smile was soft and genuine as he spoke, "Hello, miss… you must be Naomi. Emily's in the stables, I'll bring you to her."

The blond head nodded a thank you and she mumbled a pleasure to meet you to the head of the Fitch family before being ushered inside and straight through the house. She didn't have time to look at very much inside as Emily's dad was walking much too quickly for her.

"So, how did you meet Emily?" The question was asked about half-way through the house toward the back door.

Naomi didn't really know how to answer this question, didn't know if Emily had mentioned what had happened. Her throat was suddenly dry and she answered shyly, "We met at her competition a couple weeks ago."

At this reply, Rob nodded his head, not bothering to ask any further questions, and with a couple more steps he opened the back door. "She'll probably be at the last stall on the right, just go on in."

The blond thanked the Fitch father and ambled out toward the lavish stables. They were beautiful really. Elegantly built and painted, fit for a king or queen. She took her time taking it all in as she walked on inside. Her blue eyes looked all around, but she couldn't see the red head anywhere. Maybe Mr. Fitch had been wrong. Her feet continued to bring her down the centre of the walkway and she glanced from side to side at the different horses. Naomi was getting closer and closer to the end of the row and she remembered that Rob had told her that she'd be in the last stall on the right. She could see the nose of the black horse peaking over the stable door and as she stood in front of the door and turned her entire body around, she noticed a red head firmly attached to the horse's neck.

Naomi felt as if she was interrupting some private moment between the girl and her horse and so she waited for a few moments before clearing her throat and softly speaking, "Uh… hey Emily."

She didn't know how long she had been in the stall with the stallion, simply holding on to him for dear life, as if letting go would mean her demise. Emily was starting to feel better, starting to feel the butterflies calm down in her stomach. That is, until she heard the voice behind her. The red head's body tightened and she turned around so quickly that she nearly fell over, only managing to stay upright because of Thunder. "Oh, hey Naomi. I'm sorry, I must have lost track of the time." She said sheepishly with a smile on her face.

Naomi stayed at a distance from the stall door, not sure if she should just walk up to it, or wait until the shorter girl came out. Her question was answered when the red head moved toward the stall door and opened it up, leaving it open for Thunder to follow. The blond took a step back, then another, and soon she found herself pressed against the wall between two other stalls.

Chocolate brown eyes watched as the blond girl backed herself up. Slowly she walked forward, placing a hand out behind her to let the stallion know to stop, "Are you scared?" Her voice was soft, tender, and husky.

The question was a loaded one, at least to Naomi. Of course she was scared. Scared of what she was feeling, scared of what she wanted to do, and scared that the red head wasn't feeling the same thing that she was. The blond head nodded a little bit, not trusting her voice.

Emily reached her hand out, softly running her fingertips down Naomi's arm until she got to her hand. The twin softly grasped the hand and pulled her away from the wall, stopping a few steps later, but apparently Naomi wasn't paying attention and took an extra step or two. They were mere inches apart, and their breath was mingling with crystal orbs locked on with milk chocolate ones. The earth was standing still, there was nothing outside of the little bubble that the two girls were surrounded by. Naomi felt herself leaning forward, and she could see the beautiful browns in front of her flutter closed.

Thunder snorted, and as if the girls were polar opposites, they moved away from each other, and they dropped each others hands. They couldn't make eye contact, both finding other things to look at. Each was confused, not knowing exactly what had just happened, as if they were possessed.

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