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by Sophia Taboo

  “You must be Mr. Higgins,” she said extending her hand to shake his. “Randy, it’s great to see you again, and who’s this?”

  “I’m Clint, ma’am – miss – Ms. Julia – Ms. Higgins,” Clint stammered. She laughed and it sounded like what I imagined chocolate raindrops would sound like if they landed on cotton candy. Bitch, I thought.

  “It’s a pleasure, Clint,” she said. “So, what’s this about wondering whether or not I can really ride?” she asked the collective table.

  “Oh absolutely nothing, Ms. Higgins,” Jeff said overly politely. My stepdaughter, Brandi, here was just comparing your technique with what she’s been learning. One day she hopes to barrel race as precisely as you do.”

  “Well that’s a relief to hear, and what an honor to be looked up to,” she said graciously. She leaned down with her hands on her knees and looked at me like I was a child. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Brandi,” she said, extending her hand as she would do to a four year old. I shook her hand once.

  “Likewise,” I said laconically and stared at my food.

  “Well I won’t continue to disturb you folks during your dinner. I’m sure I’ll see you all tomorrow. And boys,” she said to Clint and Randy who perked up like hounds on a hunt, “there’s a little party at the ranch house up the road tonight if you’d like to come. If you take the main road it’s on the left about three miles down. You can’t miss it.”

  “We’d love to,” Clint said eagerly.

  “Great,” she said.

  “Just don’t go staying out late and getting yourselves sloppy before tomorrow,” Jeff said sternly.

  “Of course, Mr. Higgins,” Randy said as suavely as a guy could after being publically pre-reproached by his boss in front of a beautiful woman. She giggled again.

  “Until then,” she said and bounced off.

  “What a woman,” Randy said following her with his eyes.

  “Can I go, too?” I asked Jeff, immediately embarrassed that I had to ask permission to go to a party.

  “Absolutely not,” Jeff said.

  “Come on,” I whined.

  “No, absolutely not,” he said again. “There’s going to be drinking and a lot of strangers there and I don’t want you getting into trouble while we’re on the road. We’re representatives of our ranch out here and we need to conduct ourselves well. If you’re out drinking and partying with a bunch of strange boys, it’ll reflect badly on all of us.”

  “Jesus you don’t trust me at all,” I exclaimed. “I messed up one time and you’re never going to drop it.”

  “Well you did get brought home by the cops,” Clint reminded me.

  “Yes. I’m aware of that. Thank you, Clint,” I said snippily. He and Randy shared a quick pitying look.

  “And it wasn’t the only time,” Jeff said. “I can’t have you running amok while we’re on the road. I have too much going on to be worried about you, too.”

  “This is so unfair,” I complained.

  “You know, Mr. H,” Clint said, “We could keep an eye on her for you there if you wanted. That way she can go but she’d have some friends to look out for her. Make sure none of these other boys mess with our little Brandi.”

  “I can take care of myself, Clint,” I spat.

  “Yeah, I know,” he said, “but what do you think, Mr. H?”

  Jeff considered it for a moment, shook his head and with a sigh said,

  “Fine. But be back in the hotel room by midnight. If I have to come out to find you in the middle of the night I’m going to be extremely upset.”

  “I will, I promise,” I tittered gleefully. “I’m going to go get ready! You guys text me when you’re ready to go and I’ll come find you.”

  “Okay, kiddo,” Randy said. I was so elated that I was getting to go to the party that I didn’t even stop to be mad that he once again made a point of making me feel like a toddler when he was only four years older than I was.

  Chapter 2

  Julia wasn’t kidding about the ranch being close by. It took us less than five minutes to get there with Clint driving, Randy shotgun, and me in the back obsessing in my compact mirror.

  “Okay you are seriously going to need to relax,” Randy said. “It’s a party, not an interview.”

  “I know how to act at a party, Randy,” I said almost convincing myself that I wasn’t lying.

  “Of course you do,” he said turning back around to face the front.

  When we arrived and parked out front, we could hear the music all the way down the driveway. There were a ton of cars, so we had to park pretty far away and walk up to the house. We knocked, then rang the bell, than gave up waiting and let ourselves in. It was intense.

  There were so many people with red plastic cups and beer bottles milling about that I couldn’t even tell what was happening around me. I think I walked through a fight at one point, but everyone was crammed so tightly together that neither person involved could even pull back to land a good hit. It was more like an awkward hugging match gone horribly wrong than an actual fight.

  I stuck close to Clint and Randy who were searching the crowd for Julia. We’d made it to the kitchen where there were a few people up on chairs holding a large funnel with eight tubes coming off of it leading down into eight mouths. Beer can after beer can was poured into the funnel until finally someone choked and bailed. The crowd cheered and celebrated and everyone high fived while they flicked beer suds from their fingers and hats.

  “Julia!” I heard Randy yell next to me

  I whipped my head around and saw her standing in the middle of the kitchen with a ring of boys around her. Randy and Clint trotted over to her, forcing their way into the circle. She opened her arms to hug each of them and welcomed them to the party. She noticed me hovering on the outside of the ring and waved.

  “Good to see you again, Barbie,” she said perkily.

  “It’s Brandi,” I shouted, trying to be heard over the music. She nodded as though that’s what she’d said and continued the story that she’d been telling before we obviously interrupted her.

  I could tell that neither Clint nor Randy was going to leave the kitchen again, so I started to wander about. I found a bucket of beer and downed one. I popped open another and started drinking it while wandering into the crowd.

  I found myself in the living room where there was an extremely animated game of Wii bowling happening. I lingered on the outskirts, not really knowing what to do with myself. I felt like a lost sheep surrounded by wolves that didn’t even care enough to eyeball a prospective meal.

  “Don’t know anyone here, either?” a voice asked from behind me.

  I turned around to find a young guy in a red flannel shirt and a trucker hat that said “706” on it. I eyeballed him up and down and found that he wasn’t all that bad looking. He certainly wasn’t in the top ten percent in this crowd of rodeo riders, but he was sturdily built and obviously had some experience to merit the belt buckle her wore.

  “I’m Colby,” he said, extending his beerless hand.

  “Brandi,” I said taking his hand in mine. His skin was rough. So he does ride, I thought. “What’s 706?” I asked.

  “Huh?” he puzzled. “Oh, my hat! It’s my area code. I’m from Rome.”

  “You’re Italian?” I asked, shocked at how un-Italian he looked.

  “No, no,” he said laughing. “Rome, Georgia.”

  “Oh,” I said, not knowing what more to add.

  “So…” he said trying to keep the conversation afloat. “Where are you from?”

  “Higgins Ranch,” I said, now firmly digging myself into a hole that I had no idea how to get out of. It’s a boy and he’s talking to you, just go with it! I shouted at myself in my head.

  “Cool, cool,” he said. “Need another beer?”

  “Yes, please,” I nearly shouted. He walked off to get us a couple of drinks. I downed my beer as fast as I and ditched the can on a table. When Colby returned, he handed me
an open can and clanged his against mine.

  “To not knowing anyone here and feeling really awkward about it,” he said and drank.

  I laughed, and he smiled.

  For the next hour or so we chatted and drank. I don’t know how many beers we went through. It must have been a lot because I don’t recall how we found an empty bedroom and all I remember from our conversation was that he wanted to be a steer wrestler and I laughed at him.

  “But you’re tiny!” I laughed.

  “I am not!” he said indignantly.

  “Well, no, but for a steer wrestler you sure are!” I said semi-supportively.

  “I have absolutely everything it takes to be a steer wrestler,” he said puffing himself up.

  “I bet you can’t even wrestle me down to the ground,” I said, poking him in the chest.

  “Wanna bet?” he asked suddenly wryly serious.

  “Are you serious?” I asked.

  “Sure! If I get you to the ground, you have to let me kiss you,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

  “What? No way,” I said blushing fiercely.

  “That’s it, that’s the bet. That or nothing,” he said.

  “Okay fine,” I said. “But if you can’t get me to the ground in ten seconds, then…” I searched for something to counter his bet. “Then you have to give me your hat, Mr. Rome Georgia!”

  “What, that’s not fair!” he protested.

  “That’s the bet. That or nothing,” I mocked.

  “Fine,” he said, standing up. “You ready?”

  “I’m ready,” I said, standing up and stepping a few feet away from him. I was super unstable on my feet. I must have had more to drink than I thought.

  “Okay, on three,” he said. “One… two… three!” And he pounced.

  It took far less than ten seconds for him to pin me to the ground. We were both panting. He straddled me, his face hovering over mine, his stupid 706 hat nearly poking my forehead.

  “Now,” he said, “I get to kiss you.”

  “I guess you do,” I said, staring at him. My heart was racing. I could hardly believe that this was actually happening.

  He leaned down, his head tilting to the side, his lips hovering just above mine. Then he pressed his mouth against mine in a firm, passionate, intention-filled kiss. My body immediately gave over to him and was swept away by the experience. My lips opened and he slid his tongue into my mouth where it met mine. His tongue explored the perimeter of my mouth, the shape of my tongue, and edges of my lips, and I wrapped my arms around him, pushing my lips hard against his. His pelvis slowly pressed down and met mine and I could feel him growing inside his pants, desiring far more than a kiss as a reward for proving he could wrestle me to the floor.

  I slid my legs out from under him, and he pressed his together so I could wrap my ankles around his hamstrings. I pulled him closer to me with my legs and arms, and he pressed his weight against me. He was heavier than I’d expected.

  I guess he might make a good steer wrestler after all.

  My hands slid down the length of his back and I could feel how muscular he was. I let my hands find their way to his belt, then down past it so I could cup his building erection in my palm. His body tensed and his muscles, and cock, bulged.

  Without thinking, I pushed him backwards so he was suddenly lying down on the floor. I slid myself up his legs and worked his belt open with my fingers, my face just above the place where I could see the denim of his pants protruding.

  I opened his belt and pulled it off. That buckle that he won, last year by the date on it, was just going to get in the way.

  “What are you doing?” he asked nervously.

  “I’m rewarding you for being such a strong steer wrestler,” I replied.

  I pulled his zipper down and undid the button at the top of his jeans. I slid his pants down just enough that I could expose his engorged member. I pushed the cotton boxers out of the way and his saddle rack stood at attention. I grabbed onto it with my right hand and stroked up and down. He grew harder and harder in my hand. He was right about what he said earlier. He was definitely not tiny.

  As he got rock hard, I moved my face in close. I shifted my hand out of the way and while I continued to stroke the upper side of his shaft, I licked him from bottom to top. When I reached the tip, I rolled my tongue around his head and he groaned in enjoyment. I let him writhe in it for a few seconds and then very quickly wrapped him up inside my mouth and worked my lips and tongue up and down. I could get him pretty deep into my throat without choking, so I really let him thrust into me. I sucked him hard and well, keeping my mouth intensely wet so I had as much freedom to slide around on his soft skin as I wanted. My head bobbed up and down and he grabbed the back of my hair with his hand, his other hand trying to claw its way into the throw rug on the hardwood floor.

  I worked him harder and faster, desperately wanting him to come in my mouth. I’d never gone this far with a boy before; I’d fooled around and played around with hands before, but I’d never gone this far. I wanted to take this as far as I could before it was over.

  I sucked, and licked, and stroked and he thrust his shaft up into my mouth from where he lay supine on the ground.

  Then, with no warning, the door flung open and Julia and Clint stood in the doorway. They both immediately expelled some inhuman sound from their mouths and Colby and I panicked, flailing about to cover his cock and what I was just doing to it.

  “Holy shit!” Clint exclaimed, averting his eyes.

  “Damnit, Colby, cover yourself up!” Julia yelled. Colby zipped his jeans up around his erection, a process that did not look easy or pleasant.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Julia demanded of Colby.

  “Sorry, cuz,” he said. “I was just planning to make out but she wanted more than I bargained for. Not my fault you invited your freaky friends.”

  “Cuz?” I asked horrified.

  “Yes. Brandi,” Julia spat. “Colby is my cousin. He came up for the rodeo this weekend. And I guess you came up to ride, too, hm?” She pursed her lips like she’d just eaten a lemon and glared at me.

  “Holy shit,” Clint said again, still unable to process what he’d walked in on. “Holy shit, Julia, I am so sorry. We’ll go right now.”

  “No, I don’t want to go yet,” I protested.

  “We’re going. Now,” Clint said. “Jesus, your stepdad is gonna kill me.”

  “You cannot tell him about this!” I shrieked. “Oh my God, Clint, you cannot tell him!”

  “Well I kind of have to,” he said. “We’ve been trying to find you for like forty-five minutes. It’s like twelve-thirty right now and we were supposed to have you back by midnight. He’s probably freaking out.

  “Oh shit,” I said, rummaging around for my purse. When I found it, I pulled my phone out. 14 missed calls stared me in the face.

  “Shit!” I cursed.

  “Let’s go,” Clint said, grabbing me by the wrist. “Julia, again, I am so sorry. Um… see you tomorrow.”

  And with that we were gone.

  Chapter 3

  “What the hell were you thinking, Brandi?” Jeff demanded of me, pacing the hotel room like a caged tiger.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I wasn’t.”

  “Obviously,” he threw at the air. “Jesus Christ, Brandi, you couldn’t behave yourself for one night? I specifically told you not to make us look bad and you go and blow the Rodeo Queen’s cousin in her bedroom?”

  “I’m sorry, I told you, I wasn’t thinking,” I justified.

  “Well I’m sorry but ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t going to cut it. We have to fix this somehow,” he said. “I’m going to have to find some way to make this right with Julia and her family by tomorrow morning.” He glanced at the clock. “This morning.”

  “It didn’t mean anything,” I offered.

  “Oh that’s just great! Thank you for that!” he shouted. “So it was meaningless casual oral sex with the Rodeo Queen�
�s cousin on her bedroom floor in her home where she was gracious enough to invite you to her party during the rodeo that her family and company are hosting. Fabulous! That’ll make it all better. ‘Hey Ms. Fry. Sorry my bratty little stepdaughter blew your cousin on your floor. But if it makes you feel any better, she didn’t really care about him to begin with.’”

  “What do you want me to say?” I asked.

  “I want you to do what I tell you to do and stop ruining my reputation on this circuit,” he shot.

  We stood there tensely for what felt like hours. He was so worked up that his hands were in fists. The muscles in his forearms looked like they could burst. Finally, I spoke.

  “It just felt good to be wanted,” I said meekly.

  “What?” he asked incredulously.

  “It just felt nice to have a boy want me for a change,” I said.

  “What are you talking about, plenty of boys want you,” he said.

  “No, no they don’t,” I said. “All these men around here are so perfect and they’re all so cordial and gorgeous but they all want Julia and the girls like her. No one wants me. Colby wanted me, and it felt nice, so I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel.”

  It felt stupid saying it, but it was the truth. Jeff’s expression softened a little and he said,

  “Brandi, you don’t have to blow a guy to thank him for thinking you’re attractive. In fact you don’t have to thank him for thinking you’re attractive at all.”

  “But it felt so good,” I protested.

  “Excuse me?” he said.

  “I just – it felt really good. To do that to him. It felt good,” I said.

  “I’m not entirely sure we’re still talking about the same thing,” he said.

  “I’d never done that to a boy before,” I said, for some reason feeling bold. “But now that I have, I want to do it again. And I want more.”

  “Brandi, listen to me, I know how boys are and let me tell you – ” I interrupted him.

  “I want something inside me again. Something long and hard and hot. I want it in my mouth, and I wanted it between my legs. And I want it… now.”