Prom night. Now, that’s the night a girl is expected to give up her virginity, ain’t it? Well, unless she’s saving it for her wedding night, I suppose. But I can’t recall any girl in my school who managed to keep her legs shut long enough to get to the altar.

Except Virginia Gadson, that is. She was as pure as the driven snow, or so she made out. Knowing her like I did, I believed her. She was as prim and proper as any mother could want her daughter to be.

Unlike me, of course. I was the class harlot, and I loved every minute of being her. So, it weren’t no surprise that I’d given up my innocence long before that special, Saturday night dance in my senior year.

Mama once told me that no decent man would want me if they knew I was being passed around like a party favor, but that didn’t prove to be the case at all. I never had a problem gettin’ a man's attention. Imagine that. Boys wanting to get with the one girl in class who they knew was gonna give it up.

Even Mama didn’t know everything, it seemed.

As you might expect, I had plenty of randy suitors asking me to that one, special dance at the end of the year. Most of them had already had me at one time or another, which would have been fine on any other night, but not for my senior Prom. I turned down a whole bushel of them before the man I wanted finally got the hint.

Of course, Billy MacIntyre was twenty years old by then and had already graduated from high school. That fact alone was gonna be scandalous, but hell, my reputation was already soiled as it could be, so raising a few more eyebrows didn’t bother me none. High School was coming to an end, so I figured I’d go out with a bang while I was getting banged for the effort.

The only difficulty was, gettin’ Billy to ask me out. You see, he and I had a bit of history already. He’d been my first boyfriend and came as close as a boy could get to being my first. Instead, we’d had a bit of a tiff, and I dumped him with a case of blue balls right when he hoped to consummate the deed.

Well, it served him right, but that’s a story for another day. But ol’ Billy never quite got over that, especially once I started sleeping around some. After that, he would barely speak to me. I suppose I couldn’t blame him none.

But it’s a funny thing having the one boy I actually cared about giving me the cold shoulder. It was vexing, and the more he gave me that icy look, the warmer my belly felt when I thought about him. And long about the end of my senior year, I was thinking on him quite a bit. The problem was, he didn’t seem to be thinking about me at all. And that just wasn’t gonna do.

Fortunately, taking no for an answer just wasn’t a skill I possessed. And once I determined he was gonna take me to that dance, well, he was gonna do it. He just didn’t know it yet.

Now, since Billy weren’t in school anymore, and he wasn’t out looking for me, I had to make the first move if I was gonna get him. And believe you me, that was the only reason I ever woulda’ been caught within a county mile of the damn rodeo again.

So, there I was, a’weaing my nicest boots, brand new, skin-tight blue jeans, and a close-fitting white cotton top with my hair all done up but hidden’ under my cowboy hat. All that, and sitting there, chringin’ in terror as those damn fool men risked their lives riding the meanest creatures God ever put on this earth. All because I wanted Billy to ride my ass after the Prom. It occurred to me then that I must have plumb lost my mind.

And these bulls were as fucking huge as they were mean. I mean, there ain’t no such thing as a friendly bull, I don’t care what the ranchers say. They are all nothin’ but muscle and hormone-driven aggression. But these bulls were the worst of the worst. That’s why they were given names like Tornado or Diablo or some shit like that.

Those were bad enough, but when I discovered Billy was gonna be ride’n Widow Maker, I just about fainted right there on the spot. That bull had a reputation for violence that would’a made a drunk redneck named Earl look like a choir boy.

I shuddered as some old and horrible memories thrust into my head like a cold, dead hand pushing up through the wet earth of a grave.

You damn fool, Billy, I thought in horror as he settled into the chute. If you get your neck broke and survive it, I swear, I’ll kill you myself!

The moments before that gate opened were a living hell for me. I was only about a dozen feet from him, but I weren’t about to distract him right before he was gonna try to get hisself killed. But I remember the way the crowd held its breath, and that sickly, pungent smell of the stock yard wafting through the air like it was yesterday.

Billy was looking fine, though. I hadn’t seen him for a spell, and that boy had grown into a real man. And Goddamn, I love how a man looks when he’s all done up in his boots, jeans, a button-up shirt, and a high-quality Stetson sittin’ all proud on his head. Remember that song that said, Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy?

Well, I sure as hell had that song running through my head that night. Of course, that was assuming he actually survived the next ten seconds or so. Frankly, I was trembling in fear that he wouldn’t. I kept fidgeting and squirming on the bench while Billy set his grip on the bull rope with one hand and raised the other in the air like he was fixing to ask a teacher a question.

But then the bell sounded and the chute flew open and all hell broke loose. I gotta admit, I was holding my head in my hands when Widow Maker come out, bucking and thrashing with the Devil's own fury. I woulda’ missed the whole thing if I weren’t peaking through my fingers.

The whole ride didn’t take much more than a breath or two, or wouldn’t have, at least, were I actually breathing. That bull jumped and spun and kicked up and the next thing I know Billy was flung clean off, landing hard on the ground with a fuck-ton of pure, four-legged hate getting ready to stomp him into mush.

I was already screaming when a couple of them clowns come rushing up and making a scene big enough to get that bull to forget about Billy. By the time they was a ducking into a barrel or jumping over the fence, I was already running my little ass off to the gate they was dragging Billy toward.

I wasn’t even thinking at that point. I just met him on the other side and jumped right into his arms, holding on for dear life. I thought he was gonna be all busted up, so you can imagine my surprise when he held me up, with the most incredible look of surprise.

“Dani Hopkins? What the hell are you doing at the rodeo of all places?”

ooOoo

I was still a mess ten minutes later. By then, we were at what passed for a bar next to the corral and Billy had gotten us a couple of beers. We were both too young to drink, of course, but the town was tiny, and I supposed everyone thought that if he were old enough to ride a bull, he was old enough to drink. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna argue none.

“I gotta say, Dani, after what happened to your Pa, God rest his soul, I never would have expected to see you here.”

“I know, I know, but after all these years I thought I could take it. But as soon as that horn sounded I was just convinced you were gonna get your head kicked in just like…”

The memory of seeing my Pa all still in the dust flashed back again and I couldn’t finish what I was saying. But I didn’t have to. Billy knew all too well how I felt and he took my hand in his, just giving me time to get myself together.

All around us, everyone was being all quiet and respectful, and I realized then, most of them either remembered that night or had heard about it from the old timers. It was touching, really, and suddenly, I didn’t feel so alone.

“I just wanted to see you again, Billy. And I thought I could handle it after all these years. But, I was wrong.” I looked up at Billy again, half-expecting him to be annoyed or some such, but all I saw was genuine concern and understanding.

“I’m sorry,” I finally managed to say, “I’m just making a damn fool of myself.”

“No, Dani, you’re not. You got every right to your feelings and we all know it. Your Pa was a bit of a legend around these parts. There ain’t a rider here who ain’t heard the name Warren Hopkins, and not just because of how that last ride went. You are always welcome here, and if you need to break down now and again, you've got that right.”

“Thank you, Billy, but I didn’t come here to see them beasts. If it were up to me, they’d all be fixin' to be steaks. I just needed to see you again.”

Billy nodded. “If you wanted to see me that badly, Dani, you didn’t have to come here. I got my own place now. But anyway, I thought you pretty much hated me. Least ways, you never much had a word in my direction after we broke up.”

He was right, of course. After we had our little tiff, I treated him like he had the plague. “I know, and I’m sorry. It weren’t you, though. It was just all of this,” I raised my arms, kinda pointing at the entire fairground.

“I just couldn’t be with a man who was, well, I just couldn’t take the risk of losing another man I cared so much about. And I asked you to quit, and you wouldn’t listen.”

I was half in tears by then, feeling shitty and ashamed for making a scene after so much time, but somehow relieved, as if I were getting a chance to say some things I shoulda said two years before.    

“I listened, Dani. I really did, but there are just some things a man needs to do for himself...”

“Men are stupid, Billy!” I snapped, cutting him off and feelin’ anger rising in my throat. “And you are dumber than most if you think gettin’ your neck busted is gonna be fun!” I was almost screaming that last part, and I reached out and smacked him in the arm, just for good measure.

Billy, of course, didn’t even feel it. “You've got every right to feel that way.” He said as calmly as a preacher on Sunday morning. “But now that you’re here, I’m not gonna let you just stomp your way out of my life again. Let me take you home. You’re in no condition to drive, and your step daddy will have my ass if I let you try.”

“I’d like that,” I told him through a sniffle. “But it ain’t my home I want you to be takin’ me to.”

Billy was still holdin’ my hand, and I half expected him to just about drag me to his truck. But he just turned my hand over in his, studying it as if I were holding the secrets of the universe in my palm. His grip was soft, but firm, and I shivered as his fingers traced halfway up my arm.

“Taking you back to my place is something I've wanted to do for quite a while. But I think it's best we sit here a spell and let you think on that.”

I musta got a pained look on my face because I certainly felt that way. After bearing my soul to him like I did, the thought of him rejecting me was like a crushing weight on my heart. Right about then, the only thing keeping me together was that he was still holding my hand.

I still had tears in my eyes and my heart was aching when he looked up at me again with nothing but concern in his eyes.

“I want you, you gotta believe that, Dani. But you just relived a horrible memory that messed you up something’ fierce. I just gotta know this is really what you want. And anyway, I don’t think I could take you walking out on me again.”

Well, look at you, you big ol’ softie! You was just looking out for me! Honest to God, l was shocked. The Billy I knew wouldn’t a let anything keep him out of my pants but here he was, acting all mature and caring, just like my step daddy Walker would have.

I realized then, he’d become a man, and that’s what I’d been waiting on him to do since I broke it off with him. The pain in my heart just lifted like the morning fog and I thanked God for giving me the courage to overcome my fear of that place so I could see firsthand the man he’d become.

He was still holding my hand and I hooked my fingers around his, letting him know I was sincere. “Billy, coming back here was one of the hardest things I ever did, and I want you to know, I did it for you. Now, my mind's made up, and I ain’t a running away this time. Not if you will have me back.”

oo0oo

What happened after that was one of them magical moments a girl can usually only dream about. He didn’t rush me back to his bed so he could throw me down and fuck me, even though I’d have been fine with it even if he did. No, sir, Billy and I sat there talking about old times, which considering our ages was just a couple of years, but it felt so right I almost didn’t want it to end.

After a spell, even the sound of that chute flying open and the crowd going crazy as some fool dared the Devil to wreak havoc on his mortal body became less than terrifying to me. None of that was mattering much at all to me, leastways, not when I had Billy there to keep me safe.

It was well past sunset by the time we made it back to Billy’s. It weren’t much, really, just a small old house off in the woods on a modest piece of land. But it was quaint and cute and, best of all, it was his.

Now, my emotions had been running like a rabbit through the brush all day, but by the time we got inside, the only thing I felt was a burning need to feel his body lying on mine. He barely got the door closed before I was in his arms, kissing on him and stripping his shirt right off of his shoulders.

I was caught up in a rush of need, and thank God, he was feeling it just as strongly as me. We was knocking shit over and making a wild ruckus as we wrestled about, taking off each other's clothes, with me jumping back on him every few seconds, or him pushing me against the wall to steal my breath away with another one of his incredible kisses.

Once he got me all nekkid, he tossed me on the bed. He was wearing nothing but his shorts when I got up on my hands and knees, prowling toward him like a cat ready to pounce.

“Put your boots back on, Billy,” I told him in a voice that must have come from the darker recesses of my mind. “I want you wearing em’ when you have me.”

“You are one crazy-ass woman, Dani.” He said with a smirk. “But if that’s what you want, I reckon I can oblige.”

When Billy turned his back to take off his boxers and collect his boots, I got my first look at his tight little butt. It was firm and so muscular I wanted to sink my teeth right into his cheek. I was even pondering doing it until he sat down to pull on his boots.

Damn, that was sexy as fuck. I was as worked up as I’d ever been, and anyone who knew me would tell you straight up that I must have been hot as a bitch in heat. I was on him before he got that last boot on, draped all over his back, and trying my damndest to get him to kiss me or just pin my ass to the bed.

This was a moment we’d both been wanting for a long time, and Billy turned out to be as hungry for me as I was for him. As soon as he got that boot on, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me to him, kissing me so hard I felt my soul getting woozy.

Then, he stood, rising like a Greek god from the sea until his cock was right in front of my face. And he was hard! Like, throbbing and twitching hard. I’ll tell you what, seeing a man that fucking rampant before a girl even gets her hands on him does a hell of a lot for her ego, and mine was soaring right about then.

I was wetting my lips, getting ready to suck the life out of him when he just grabbed me off the bed and threw me into the middle of it like I didn’t weigh a thing. I barely had time to sit up before he was on me, kissing me again and pushing my hands deep into the pillow above my head.

“We are out here all by ourselves,” he tells me. “No neighbors and nobody listening in, so you just scream your lungs out when you feel it.”

“Feel what?” I asked with some alarm. I don’t mind being spanked and all, but he didn’t seem to have that on his mind. A second later, however, I didn’t need to ask.

Billy was sliding and kissing his way down my body until he was all nestled and comfy between my legs. God, that was exciting. Not many of the boys in school even tried to give me head, even though I’d suck them dry if they’d let me. And even the few who tried weren’t at all good at it. Up to then, only Walker had really given it to me proper, but I could see from the look in Billy’s eyes, this weren’t gonna be some quickie lick and fuck.

Billy started slow enough. Just kissing and lightly nipping and my tender skin all around my pussy.

“I love how smoothly shaved you are,” he whispered, which made me proud.

I had been shaven just the other day with the sharpest straight razor you ever did see, but that’s also a story for another day.

The point was, I was as smooth down there as I ever was, and so every touch and every kiss Billy gave me felt like hot electricity pouring right through my flesh. My boobs felt hard under my hands and my nipples were so sensitive I was afraid to pinch them. And all the while, fucking Billy just kept a teasing me, kissing everywhere except where I wanted him to kiss me the most.

God, what a sight that was. Me, all hunched up, my head propped up on the pillows as I stared down my own body at the top of Billy’s head while he drove me wild. And his strong, muscular arms were wrapped around my thighs, keeping me right where he wanted me while his boots slid on the sheets as he hopelessly tried to get some traction.

I was thinking that this was already going on way too long. I was dripping honey like an overfull beehive and my stomach was clenching in frustration as lips just danced everywhere except where I needed them to. He was driving me wild, so when I finally felt his tongue slide through my petals, I almost screamed.

No, that was a lie. I fucking moaned like one of them women in the dirty movies. I’d always thought that was fake as fuck, and maybe it was, but not when I did it. Fucking Billy had caught me by surprise and had me ready to bounce right off the bed. Of course, with him having a death-grip on my hips, I weren’t going anywhere.

I musta’ been as wide-eyed in wonder as I had ever been, squeezing my boobs and trying to fucking breathe as he dug into me, dragging his tongue through my wet cunt with the determination of a badger digging into a chicken coop. No man, not even Walker had ever gone down on me like that. He was slow, persistent and so skilled that my orgasm was building like a summer storm, dark on the horizon and carrying a force that would rock my entire world.

And then, when he slid his fingers into me and started a pumping them all rapid-fire like, my entire body began to coil up like a spring. Billy knew his shit, and right when I needed him the most, his mouth locked on my clit, sucking it and swirling his wet tongue over it with a purpose.

I quickly understood why he told me I could scream, but it wouldn’t a made a difference if he hadn’t. The pressure inside me was bound to explode, and when it did, it was from the very center of my core.

Now, mind you, I was thrashing about hard, my legs flexing and my head all stretched back as my back arched right off the bed. I was yelling Oh, fuck me! And other shit loud enough to wake the dead, but Billy never stopped until I had to fucking make him.

“Billy, what the fuck was that?” I asked him through my ragged attempts to breathe.

“Something I've wanted to do to you for a long time.”

Man, he was smiling like a man possessed by pride and I had to admit, he fucking earned it.

“We can do it again if you like.” It was like a challenge when he said it, but I knew I couldn’t take more right then.

“You bet your ass,” I told him. “but not right now. I’m dying to get that big ol' cock of yours inside me.”

Now, I've never had to tell a man that twice, and Billy weren’t no different. When he rose up, I could see his cock was still as hard as hot iron and my pussy clenched in anticipation at being plundered by it.

Once he got up in my saddle, he paused a bit, just grinding that monster into me as he devoured me with hot and passionate kisses. I could taste my own juice on his lips and that just set me on fire. He didn’t even have to reach down and guide himself into me. He just cocked his hips, and I felt his fat head drive right into me.

“Oh, fuck…! I moaned as he stretched me open, filling me up in a way that just felt divine. He felt so strong and so flexible that I just molded myself to him, wrapping my arms around his, and holding on for dear life.

It occurred to me then that this was a man who could ride a bull, and the idea I could never hope to shake him off made something inside me click.

“Fuck, me, Billy,” I groaned in his ear. “Fuck me as hard as you can. I ain’t gonna break, and I need it to hurt some.”

And fuck me, he did exactly that. His eyes got all. dark and intense, and he held my face tight, keeping my eyes locked on his as he rode me right into the sheets.

Fuck, he was so strong that he felt like iron in me and on top of me, pounding into me like a force of nature. I thought there was no way I was gonna cum again so quickly, so when I did it came fast and hard.

Billy knew I was cumin, probably cause my eyes were rolling back in my head or something, and he buried himself balls deep, just throbbing inside me as I came all over him.

By the time my head stopped spinning, I thought he was done. But, I was wrong. He just smiled at me and gave me a tender kiss. “Are you safe?” He asked me. I’d love to have a child with you, someday, but not yet, not until you’ve lived a little more.”

Children! My mind screamed. Where the fuck did that come from? I was real worried for a second he was already family planning when I realized he was just making sure he could nut inside me.

Damn, that was sweet in its own, awkward way, and I just nodded yes, real quick, wanting him to just shut up and fuck me some more.

Well, once he knew I was safe, he started fucking me again, and this time determined to fill me up with the cum I’d made him keep the last time we were together.

Billy rose up high, dragging my ass up with him and that man held me there, just drilling that cock into, thrust after hard, agonizing thrust until his face was contorted and beet red with effort.

This, right there was what I needed most. To see a man lose himself in me, to witness him become a hard mix of passion and his need to cum. I held my boobs still as my body rocked, getting ridden as hard as any bull ever had and enjoying it far more than any of those beasts ever would.

Maybe being with a rodeo bum weren’t so bad after all, I was thinking just as Billy growled, flexing his sexy fucking muscles as he dumped his load all the way up inside me. I couldn’t fucking believe it, but that might have been the best fuck I ever had. And that’s saying something, all right.

oo0oo

Mama was right again, damn her anyway. There were some men who weren’t never gonna make a wife of a girl like me, and I was sure Billy was one of those men. To him, I figured I was just the conquest that had gotten away, which would hurt some. But as much as I loved him, and I suppose I did, I also knew I weren’t never gonna marry a rodeo bum.

It was just like that tall, squinty-man said in that old western, Dying ain’t much of a living’, boy. And I had one too many men in my life killed by one of them smelly beasts already.

But as much as he and I tried to avoid it, we were still just getting closer as the weeks went by. Oh, I still had a wondering eye, and I wasn’t giving up Walker for any man, not even Billy.

And Billy. Well, he wasn’t gonna stop bull riding, even for me. So, there came a point where we had to have a talk. I told him, I was never gonna be a woman who just settled for one man, but if he could accept that, I could stop bitching about his fucking death wish.

Well, it was worth giving it a go. I’ll let you know how that worked out some other time.

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