It wasn't any different from any other Saturday night in the summer. Amber and I were planning to go out partying. We loved the bars on the outskirts of town; the bars were a little dirtier, and the crowds a bit rougher around the edges. Shots and beers were the norm, and there was none of that fruity, sweet garbage. The bars were all on country or county roads, none in the city; maybe that's why things got a little wild occasionally.
Amber and I sat at the city pool, sunning during the afternoon, sipping cold Pabst Blue Ribbons, and listening to country music.
Shelby, did you break up with Brett yet?" Amber asked.
"Oh, gosh, no, I keep meaning to, but keep putting it off," I told her.
"So he's still at the trailer fucking you every day?" Amber continued.
"Well, shit, girl, I've got to get something out of him being there," I replied.
Amber laughed as we clanked our cans together, saluting my answer.
Around five p.m., we left the pool and headed to the trailer I inherited from my Grandfather when he passed away. It was a nice doublewide out on Country Road G, surrounded by giant old cypress trees on about twenty acres. Being only eighteen, folks considered me far ahead of the game. I was five feet nine and one hundred twenty pounds. Long, strong legs from years of riding horses, a firm pair of tits with star-gazer nipples, and curly black hair that resembled the mane on a horse.
I always had cowboys on my mind, but my dad raised a strong, confident girl, and I didn't suffer fools. Amber was twenty-one, one of my sister's friends who already had two kids and no husband. She was a little overweight but cute as a button and very funny. We dropped her kids off at her parents and headed to my trailer to get dressed. We stopped at the Pick-and-Go and grabbed another twelve-pack of beer.
We walked into my trailer, and Brett was lying on the couch watching NASCAR.
"Hey, get out. Amber and I need to shower and get ready to go out tonight."
"I don't have no money to go nowhere, Shelby," Brett said, not moving.
"Well, get a job, ya lazy fuck, and you would," I yelled, kicking his feet off the couch.
"There ain't no jobs around here," he complained.
"Well, not for someone with a sixth-grade education; go to your mama's and drink your daddy's beer," I yelled at him.
"Fine," Brett said, storming out.
"I swear, Shelby, I don't know what you see in that boy," Amber said.
"Honey, it's what you can't see that makes me keep him around, I told her as we roared with laughter.
I popped a beer and stripped, getting ready for the shower.
"Dammit, Shelby, you are one fine bitch," Amber said, analyzing my body.
"Hey, baby, you're not going to get weird on me now, are you?" I laughed.
I showered and let Amber hop in as I dried off and dried my hair. When Amber jumped out of the shower, she saw me sitting on the toilet with a wad of shaving cream between my legs, shaving my pussy.
"Oh Lord, Shelby, Momma's keep your cowboys home tonight; Shelby's looking to score," Amber said.
"Fuck, I am not. I don't want to itch," I laughed.
We drank and dressed, applied our makeup, and examined our outfits. I wore a brushed tan cowhide pleated micro skirt, a sheer red lace blouse, a white cowboy hat, and my signature red cowboy boots—no bra, no panties, a real cowgirl.
"Damm, Shelby, you are a fucking smoke show," Amber said.
"I am kinda cute, aren't I?" I said, being a brat.
"Honey, if I were a guy, I'd do anything to fuck you.
"Easy, baby," I replied.
A spritz of perfume and I was ready. Amber and I sat on the patio, had a beer, and smoked a joint as the time for us to leave grew near.
"I hope the Roadhouse isn't too crowded tonight; I hate it when it's packed," Amber said.
"Yeah, last time we were there, I came home with a sore pussy, and I didn't even fuck anyone. Those bastards were coping feels all night long," I responded.
The sun had dropped behind the trees, and Amber and I loaded into my pickup truck and headed to the Roadhouse. We plowed down the dusty county road, leaving a plume of dust behind us.
"Lord, I hope it's not packed tonight," Amber hoped.
When we were in view of the Roadhouse, we noticed the parking lot was jammed. Pickups, cattle trucks, and horse trailers filled it when we pulled into the lot.
"Fuck, it's jammed," Amber said.
"Yeah, go ask the bouncer if we can get in," I told Amber.
I saw the look on her face, and I knew the answer was no.
"He said not for hours; they are having a wet t-shirt contest tonight," Amber said, disappointed.
"Well fuck, Now, where are we going to go? I asked.
"How about Nellie's?" Amber offered.
"No, that's an old crowd," I replied.
"I know. Let's go to Billy Bob's. We haven't been there in a while," Amber offered.
"Alright," I responded, putting the truck in drive.
The lot was half-full when we pulled into it off of Hwy H. We walked in and surveyed our surroundings. The cafe was closed and dark, the bar was full, and the pool hall was rocking. The main section held the dance floor, the stage for the band, and the enclosed mechanical bull pit. Along the walls were long banquet tables and chairs; I immediately noticed the boys from the Bar K ranch taking up two. Amber and I decided on a small table by the mechanical bull.
"Hey, Shelby," I heard from the Bar K table.
"Hey, Carl-Lee," I responded.
I felt everyone's eyes on me as I walked to the table. We sat down, and the waitress dropped a bucket of PBRs on the table.
"These are from the Bar K boys," she told us.
"Oh, lord, it's starting already," Amber said.
"Just ignore them; they'll go away, just like a rash," I told her.
I looked at the table to acknowledge the free beer and saw Rex Stoddard, the manager of Bar K. Rex was an aging professional cowboy who was considered over the hill at thirty-six. Tall, fit, and handsome, he was your typical Cowboy. Rex tipped his hat to me and went back to his conversation.
"Shell, you know Rex has had a thing for you since you were a fourteen-year-old barrel racing star," Amber relayed.
"Oh yeah, old Rex tried, but he was too old for me. My pa would have shot that boy," I laughed.
Amber and I drank and talked as the band set up for the night. We ordered another bucket of beers as the mechanical bull started to attract some hopeful riders. Amber and I laughed our asses off as we watched drunk cowboys and cowgirls getting flung off the intimidating beast. The bar was filling up a bit when Car-Lee walked past our table.
"I guess I have to teach these amateurs how to ride a bull," Carl-Lee said.
"Fuck Carl-Lee, who's going to teach you?" I said, laughing.
Carl-Lee flipped me off as he spoke to the operator and got on the ride.
"Don't forget your seat belt, Carl-Lee," I yelled as the Bar K boys howled with laughter.
Carl-Lee climbed onto the bull and settled in, nodding to the operator that he was set. The bull started to spin and then dip up and down, Carl-Lee riding well as the men gathered around and hooted and hollered. The bull spun around, then dipped down and suddenly upward, sending Carl-Lee sailing violently off the bull and into the pit. We all howled at the successful rodeo rider getting tossed so quickly.
Carl-Lee jumped up, grabbed his hat, and cussed at the machine's operator before leaving the pit.
"Hey, Carl-Lee, your girlfriend says that's how long you last in her saddle, too," I yelled as the place went wild.
"Yeah, fuck you, Shelby. At least I know how to ride a bull; you can't even stay on a milk cow," he replied as the cowboys howled in laughter.
"Oh, yeah, you fucker watch this," I said, seeing red.
"Shelby, Shelby, you can't ride the bull in that outfit, for God's sake, think, girl," Amber said, grabbing my arm.
"Fuck that, I don't care what they see," I said, getting up and walking over to the bull operator.
"Let's go. The same ride Carl-Lee got," I told him.
I walked into the pit and mounted the bull, facing the back wall so I wouldn't flash my pussy at the Cowboys. The Cowboys booed that move as I settled my bare pussy on the leather seat. The bull started to spin slowly and buck slightly up and down, causing my tits to bounce to the delight of the cowboys. I shot the operator a dirty look, knowing he was doing that on purpose to give the boys a show. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, confirming my thoughts.
The bull began to buck, and I lay back in the saddle. My knees clinched firmly against the bull's sides. The bull spun and bucked as I fought the energy, trying to fling me off. The cowboys were hooting and hollering as I spun faster, and the bucking became wilder. Finally, on a wild spin, my legs came loose and shot upwards, my bare legs from my boots to my waist for the cowboys to see.
The cowboys went wild; I'm not sure what else they would have seen if I hadn't been sitting on my dress. The next big spin, I lost control and slid off the bull, sliding forward toward the group of men watching. My boots dug in and stopped my slide, but my legs buckled at the knee, and my waist pushed forward. I was sitting on my butt with my legs spread and knees bent, giving the cowboys a birds-eye view of my bald pussy.
After offering a glance, I quickly recovered and pulled my skirt down.
The cowboys were going crazy after seeing my pussy. I popped up and went back to the operator.
"Again, mother fucker," I said, mounting the bull.
"Take your top off first, Shelby," I heard Carl-Lee yell.
"Lose the skirt, Shelby," another cowboy shouted.
The cowboys gathered around the front of the viewing area as the bull started to spin, and I clung on tight. Suddenly, it stopped, and my legs came loose from the side, sticking straight down. The bull bucked downward, throwing all my weight forward, and snapped quickly backward. I was launched high in the air, flying with my back to the Cowboys. I landed on my back with a thud, my legs spread-eagled and flying over my head until I came to rest on the mat.
The entire bar erupted in applause as I lay stunned on the mat, folded in two, looking at my stomach, while behind me, my legs spread wide and skirt around my back. My tight pink pussy and tight little starfish were available for the Cowboy's viewing. I heard the howls of laughter but was stunned, and it took me a few seconds to figure out what was happening. I noticed flashes of light as the cowboys snapped pictures on their phones of my naked charms.
I felt an arm under my legs, and they were flung forward. It was Amber coming to my rescue.
"Damm you, Shelby, you just showed your pussy to every cowboy in this bar; what is wrong with you, girl?" Amber growled.
The cowboys booed as the show came to an end, and Amber helped me return to our table. While I gathered my wits, our waitress brought us two buckets of beers and a tray of half a dozen shots.
"Oh fuck, that bull operator is good," I responded, my head finally clearing.
Amber and I grabbed a beer and downed a couple of shots of whiskey as the band tuned their guitars in preparation for starting. The next t