The making of a Pony - Part 2 (By Henry)

For their first date he had chosen a park and suggested they walk together so they could get to know each other a bit more before going to dinner that evening.  She was very agreeable to that; she knew that you can’t get to know someone well at a movie or in a noisy club;  getting out of the house and in the open air with this interesting guy would be very agreeable.  He was peaking her interest, and she was really wanting an opportunity to get to know more about him, an afternoon in the park could provide that opportunity.

They walked and talked.  They talked of many things: where they worked, what their interests were; they both enjoyed the intimacy of their meeting.  As they walked he would occasionally touched her: touch her back, her arm, he took her hand.  The attention he lavished upon her was enjoyed and appreciated.  Their mood would change from  solemn to frivolity and back again and during one of the frivolous moments, he had kidded her and laughing, she had pushed him away in jest.  She was shocked at how easily she had moved him, was he really that light?  She found an opportunity to do it again, to see if she had just caught him off balance but no, that was not so; and the knowledge of this she found strangely delightful.  A group of mixed feelings began flooding her consciousness; did she want this man?, want him for her very own?, to have him?; not as in sex… at least not yet... but in what other ways?  She was surprised when she realized that she had a desire to pick him up and carry him.  Why was she thinking this way?  Did she think of him as one of her dolls back when she was a child?  This would not do; she was a woman and he a man; still he was turning out to be an interesting guy and his slight build compared to hers made her think it might be fun to carry him.  She was certain it would be easy for her to do so.  This was an entirely new feeling to her; one that she had not experienced with other men before.  She suppressed the desire, but as they walked along it kept re-surfacing.  The epiphany  finally came to her: women don’t lift and carry men because usually they can’t, not because there was something inherently wrong or evil with it.  In her situation and with him, this would not be a limiting factor and she decided that if an opportunity availed itself to try out this new revelation, she might use the opportunity to see how he would react.

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He had suggested an afternoon in the park together because he wanted to get to know this girl better.  Going to a movie or a noisy club, where they might sit side by side or dance without communicating wasn’t going to move their relationship along and he was very interested in getting to know this girl a lot better.  He had assumed a girl that jogged for exercise would relish an afternoon in the park and he was not incorrect in that assumption; especially when he discovered that she grew-up in the country.

He could not get over how beautiful this girl appeared and how she excited him.  When with her, he felt like a giddy school-boy.  As they walked, he took every opportunity to show her how interested he was in her.  He didn’t want to apply the “full court press” and push this girl toward a relationship before she was ready, but he wanted to leave no doubt in her mind that he was interested in her, very interested.

He refrained from taking “liberties” with her.  A gentleman does not treat a lady in that way, especially a woman he respects.  With this girl, “liberties” probably would not be appreciated and she was a big enough and powerful enough girl to make him regret it, had she a mind to.  He was cautious but attentive with this girl, offering any advances only when he was sure they would be willingly and eagerly reciprocated.  He was not a guy who took a girl out to “grope” her and see “ how far she would go”.  He wanted her to be comfortable with him and return his affection with her own.  From her manner, he could tell that he had her interest, it was just hard for him to assess how much.

Even with all this, he longed to back her up against a wall, press his body into hers, and kiss her amorously.  Even more, he wanted to guide her down onto her hands and knees, sit astride her back, and ride her.  He was not foolish enough to believe she would be receptive to either, at least not yet.