Roping Trials and 'Big Earl's' - Part 1

 

You and Rebecca (Becki) have been dating for a few weeks. On the surface you two shouldn’t match. You’re a short, bookish, guy who works as an accountant and financial planner, who grew up in the city, and she is a tall, country gal, who works on her farm and competes in rodeos.

Your initial hookup was almost by accident. You wanted a drink after work and relax. She wanted to listen to country music and have fun. Luckily, you like them big and tall, and she likes “short kings”.

After that initial night, you agreed to continue seeing each other. One night going out to a restaurant, then going back to your townhouse. The next time, going to her house as she cooked dinner, roasted chicken with potatoes and corn. You, the next time, had her back over to your place as you baked salmon with rice and mixed vegetables.

Regardless of where you eat, or what you did, you always end up in bed with her. She enjoys you going down on her and enthusiastically sucks and rides you.

“My sexy Amazon Goddess,” You say lying in each other’s arms after an evening of enjoyable sex, “I love doing this. What are you doing this weekend? I want to take you someplace special. Maybe a concert or a live show.”

“Sweetie, That sounds great, but this weekend, I’ve got roping trials. It’s only a local event but there’s prize money, and if I do well enough, it adds to my reputation when I go to compete at larger rodeos.” She says holding you tightly.

“I really don’t know much about any of that, but I’d love to watch and learn.” You admit.

She looks into your face for a moment. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I like how you ride me, and you’ve told me that part of that strength is from being on a horse and working with cattle.” You kiss her and then snuggle between her large breasts. “I’d love to see you win a big old buckle, then take you out to celebrate.”

She reaches down and grips your hardening dick. “You really are excited by that thought, or you are still horny from earlier.”

You suck her left nipple. “Both.” You say and both of you enjoy a second round of love making.

Saturday morning, you drive over to her place. It is a cold, damp morning. The old farmhouse fits her personality so well, you think as you park your SUV next to her big pickup truck. You go in through the side door, nearest to the kitchen. The mud room has work boots and gloves placed next to the big laundry sink. You breathe in deeply and smell the mixture of mulch, hay, and mud. She had been in the barn, caring for her horses before you arrived. You also smell coffee, eggs, and bacon frying in the kitchen.

“Darn, I was hoping to get here before you started cooking breakfast. I wanted to surprise you, and have your breakfast waiting for you, after you finished your morning chores.” You say as you hang up your long coat and go into the kitchen.

“You’d have to be up before the sun, to do that. Grab a plate, a cup of coffee, and sit down.” She says as she flips the bacon over with a fork. The strips of meat pop and sizzle in the black iron skillet as you pour a mug from the old percolator.

“We could have grabbed breakfast at one of the café’s near my apartment.” You say as you sit and watch her cook. You always love the curve of her ass and how they fill her denims. You wish you were standing behind her, kissing down her back and grabbing her firm cheeks.

“Hard, Soft, or Scrambled?” she asks over her shoulder. You choke on your coffee for a second trying to laugh at the idea of scrambled ass cheeks. When you finish coughing, you say “Hard. You know I like them firm and hard.” She winks at you. “Yes, you do.”

After finishing up breakfast, you offer to wash the dishes. “It’s only fair. You cooked, so I should wash up.” “Okay, my little man, go to it. I’ll sit and watch you, as I finish my coffee.”

As you wash and rinse the plates, from time to time, you shake your hips and butt in an exaggerated motion. “Yeah Boy. Shake it. Momma likes what she sees.” Her playful catcalls turn you even more.

“Before I distract you too much and you take me to your bed, what is the plan for today? You mentioned something about “Roping Trials”? What are they and we do we need to leave?” She looks up at the kitchen clock, and says, “In a bit I need to hook up the horse trailer and then load Sandy.”

“Is Sandy the blonde one, or the brown one?” You ask as you dry a wet plate.

“ ‘Czar Alexander the 3rd’ Is his full name but we call him Sandy. He’s a quarter horse.” She answers as if that should make perfect sense to you. Setting down the plate, you say in a slow exaggerated tone, “Ok, so he is the…”

She laughs as she walks to the sink. “He’s the brown one.” She says, dropping her empty cup into the soapy water. She kisses you. “Finish up. I’ll go hook up the trailer.”

“Yes Ma’am. I’ll be out there in a minute to help you Little Lady.” You say in your worst John Wayne impression.

In a few more minutes, you are outside, putting on a pair of rawhide work gloves, as she walks the horse up the ramp of the trailer. “Good. You can help me lift and secure the ramp.”

You stand by, and follow her lead, lifting and latching the rear of the trailer. She grabs her cell phone, and calls up one of her friends. “Yeah. I’m loaded and we’re leaving. I have extra ropes if you need. I’ll see you there.” She hangs up and looks at you. “Do you want to ride in the truck or follow in your little car?” “How long are we going for?” you ask. “It’s an all day event. But if the weather is bad, it might end early. It will depend on how many riders show up.”

“Ok. I’ll ride with you. Let me grab a few things.” You say as you pull your phone charger and a stocking cap from your car. As you pull on the black watch cap, she chuckles. “I need to teach you how to dress like a cowboy. With that hat and coat, you look like you belong on the docks instead of a stockyard.”

You smile and laugh, “Popeye was shorter than Olive Oyl, so maybe I should keep the “longshoreman” look.” She gives you an exaggerated pout. “Do you think I look like Olive Oyl?” You hug her tightly, and look up. “My sexy cowgirl, no one could ever mistake you for her.”

During the ride to the rodeo ring, you ask her questions about calf roping. She explains that there are two types of events: “Break Away” and “Tie Down”. You do your best to pay attention but the gentile rocking of her big diesel truck down the highway has you nodding off after a while.

“Aww did my little man fall asleep?” She says in a playful tone. “What? Uh, No.” you respond, “I was resting my eyes. The rainy weather was just so….”

“What rainy weather?” she laughs.

You look around and realize the sky has lightened up and you are clear of the cold rain from earlier. The sun is still low in the morning sky, so you haven’t been asleep for long.

“Ok, you got me. Make you a deal, I’ll drive the truck on the way home and you can sleep. Or rest your eyes, or whatever.” You say as you sit up a bit straighter. “Tell me more about what we’ll do today.” You think about every rodeo image you have seen on TV and the movies. “Is there going to be bull riding and rodeo clowns?”

She chuckles a bit. “No. This one is just local roping trials. Think of it like when a runner or skater competes in local meets before trying out for the Olympics.”

“Ok. That makes more sense.” You try to remember what she was saying about the two types of roping before you drifted off. “You mentioned Break Away and Tie Down. Can you do both?”

“Oh yes. Not only can I do both. I am good. You watch and see.” She says in a proud tone.

Soon you leave the highway and you see signs for “Stockyard and Show Ring”. You see a sign pointing to “Trailers” and another one pointing a different direction “Parking”.

She turns towards the Trailer lot. You see a dozen or so trucks and horse trailers, as she pulls into an empty spot. “Can you help me? If I take Sandy, can you close up the trailer and carry my gear bag?” “Of course.” You say.

She puts a lead on Sandy and walks him out of the trailer. “We’ll be over by the stalls. Look for me.”

As quickly as you can you secure the trailer. It really was much easier with two people. But if you are dating a cowgirl you have to “learn the ropes”. You smile at that for a second. You really are going to learn about ropes today. You grab her gear bag. It is heavier than you thought, but you sling it across your body and look for her.

She is taking off her fleece lined jacket, and hanging it on a hook. You walk up, trying not to look like you are struggling to carry the gear bag. “Give me that.” She says as she pulls it off. You pull off your watch-cap and wipe the sweat from your forehead “That’s heavier than I thought.” You admit. She kisses your cheek. “I should have warned you.”

“Becki” you hear a voice tall dark skinned woman leading a spotted horse. “You and Sandy made it. And who is this?” “This is the guy I was talking about…”

You walk up, extend your hand and introduce yourself. “I’m just helping Rebecca today. I’ve never been to anything like this so I’m here to watch and enjoy.”

She grips your hand as tightly as Rebecca does during sex. “I’m Sonja. Becki and I are roping partners in the Team events.”

“There’s a team event?” you look to Rebecca. “Did you explain that one and I missed it?”

She smiles broadly “You didn’t miss it. I hadn’t mentioned it because today we are just doing singles.”

Sonja puts her horse into the stall next to Sandy. “So were you telling him how you are going to rope and throw a calf like you do him on the bed?” She says in a loud voice.

Rebecca laughs. “No. I haven’t used a rope on him. I haven’t needed to. He does everything I need without it.”

You feel like you are missing a joke as both women laugh. Then she walks closer, and kisses you again. “Why don’t you find a comfy place to watch. There is a snack bar if you need a little something.” You kiss her in return. “Ok. I will look and listen for you. Both of you.” You say as you nod and smile at Sonja too. She is very attractive too. You wonder if she likes “short kings”.

At the concession stand you get a bag of popcorn, a hot dog, and soda. The metal bleachers remind you of those at a kid’s sport’s field. You find a spot and relax. Most of the other folks in the stands look like they are family members or friends of the riders. You are the only one who is obviously not in western style clothing, but no one says anything.

Over the next couple of hours you sit and watch. First is the “Break Away” competition.

A rider lines up next to the chute holding a calf. A buzzer goes off, the calf is released, and the rider throws their line and it goes around the calf. The calf continues running with the rope dragging along the ground. That’s if the rider connected with their throw. You notice that they have younger riders go first. It looked like teens make up the “Junior Roper” category. Some are boys and others are girls. But all seem pretty good at it. Not everyone connects, but everyone is close. That surprises you.

Then it is time for the adult riders. You notice that a lot of the Break Away riders are women. Most aren’t as big as Rebecca and Sonja, but some of these riders are fast and accurate. You watch the gate swing open, the calf start running and then before you know it, there is a rope around its neck. When Rebecca does her run, riding Sandy, you stand up and cheer. She takes off her Stetson and waves it towards the stands and winks at you. During Sonja’s run, she puts the loop around the calf’s neck so quickly you swear she beat Rebecca’s time. You cheer for her too.

As the riders continue, you go down to the stalls to see the women and congratulate them. “Wow! That was amazing. You both were so fast.” You notice that Rebecca has a brush out of her bag and is brushing Sandy. Sonja is picking some muck from her horse’s hooves.

Rebecca looks at you with a bright smile, “If you enjoyed that, wait until the next event.”

“Yeah, if you think that was fast, wait until you watch us in Tie Down” Sonja says not looking up.

“Really?” you ask in a surprised tone. “I thought you were both kidding about competing in Tie Down.” Rebecca stops brushing and moves over to the gate. “Think about being in my bed. And imagine you are a calf trying to get away. Do you have any doubt that I couldn’t stop you if I wanted.” The look on her face is playful but her eyes have a serious glint. “You know my Amazon Queen, I have never had a reason to flee from your bed. Maybe I should watch and see what you could do if I did.” You say straightening up, smiling, and looking into her eyes.

“Damn, girl, he really is everything you told me. Maybe I need to be looking for a little guy like him.” Sonja says, putting away the pick and grabbing her brush. “He’s mine, so go find your own.” Rebecca responds in a friendly tone.

You head back to the bleachers and sit down. The last of the Break Aways are done and they announce the beginning of the Tie Down competitions. Just like in the last event, there is a Junior category that goes first. You watch as teen cowboys, most of whom look like they should be playing football, make their runs. You are surprised how these go too. It is a little longer than Break Away, but not by much. The ropes are tied to the horn of the saddle and the rider has his horse stop, causing the rope around the calf’s neck to tighten and making it fall down. The rider then leaps off the saddle, runs to the calf, and ties a smaller rope around its hooves. The clock stops when the cow is lying in the mud with its legs tied and the rider is standing up.

For some of the calves, the rider has to manhandle them and force them onto their sides. You nod when you see this, as it makes sense, you need mass and momentum to get them down quickly and tie them up.

After the Junior competitors are done it is time for the adults. The first guy out, misses the calf with his throw. So, he tries again and gets it. You hear the crowd share in his disappointment. Even the announcer says “Better Luck next time” when he reads the time, which is over a full minute slower than it would have been.

You watch a few more cowboys, and then you see Rebecca. She is up next. Her dark Stetson looks so good on her as she sits astride Sandy. You almost wish she was riding you right now. You look at the curve of her ass in the saddle, and love how she looks. The buzzer sounds and the calf sprints from the chute. The only way you know the rope is around it’s neck is when it jerks to a stop. She slips off of Sandy and runs over to the calf. In no time, it’s on its side and she has its legs bound securely. She was so fast you didn’t really look at her time. She looks so sexy walking out of the ring and leading Sandy.

You are about to go and talk with her, but then you notice Sonja is next. It might be that you are horny, but you notice how well Sonja fills her jeans too, sitting on her spotted horse, Charlie you think she called him. The rope in her hand is ready and you wonder how strong her grip is. Rebecca has a powerful grip during sex, and now you suspect life as a cowgirl is the reason. You bet Sonja has a similarly strong grip. The buzzer goes off and the calf bolts from the gate.

In a flash, Sonja has it down and tied up too. “Damn she is a sexy woman.” You say in a low tone.

As you walk to the stables you think for a moment, the women don’t really want to hear how beautiful you think they are, they want to hear that you saw how fast and skillful they are. This was a competition of skill, not a beauty contest. That fact that you so badly want Rebecca to ride you as hard as she rides Sandy is just that you are turned on.

You start clapping as you get closer to the stalls. “You both are amazing.”

Rebecca has pulled the saddle off Sandy and is packing up her gear. “I’m glad you liked it. We are almost done. We just need to load up and wait to hear the judges’ results.”

“I can carry the bag back to the truck.” You volunteer.

Sonja looks over at you. “Are you sure? She’s got a lot in there.”

“Hey, just because I pack the same for solo competitions as I do for team events. Having extra on hand has saved both of us.” She says.

Sonja sets down a smaller duffel bag. “See, here’s all I’ve got.”

“Where’s your truck? I can carry it for you, if you want.” You offer. You really want to be helpful even though you know they really don’t need it.

“Next to Rebecca’s truck, you’ll see my Dodge.”

You grab her bag and sling it on your shoulder, then pick up Rebecca’s bag. It feels heavier this time, but you get under it and balance it on your other shoulder. It’s bulky but feels more balanced as you walk.

“Are you sure you’ve got it?” Rebecca asks, a tone of genuine concern in her voice.

“Yep” you grunt as you carry them to the trucks.

Keeping the heavier bag on your shoulder is the smarter way to do it, but you walk slowly to keep it balanced. When you get to the truck, you tip it onto the bed and then walk over to a Red Dodge Ram with “RDSONJA” plates and place her bag in back. In a few minutes the ladies lead their horses to their respective trailers. “You were right, Becki, he’s stronger than he looks.”

“I just want to help where I can.” You say with a smile. Rebecca puts Sandy in the trailer and then kisses you on the cheek. “Give me a hand again.” She says as she lifts the gate and secures one side. You quickly secure the other.

“Now what?” you ask.

“We should head back to the ring and wait for the winners to be announced.” Sonja says as she secures her trailer.

As the three of you walk back you put your arm around Rebecca’s waist. “Did I mention how beautiful you looked out there today?”

She puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer. “No, but I love when you tell me that.”

“I thought you were watching us ride and rope.” Sonja comments.

“That too. I’m amazed at how good both of you are, but you are also very sexy and beautiful too.”

“If they’re all like him, I definitely got to get me a little guy.” Sonja says with a laugh.

Rebecca squeezes you as you walk and says “You should, but this one is mine.”

In the ring stands a man in a sheepskin jacket with a white cowboy hat, “All right ladies and gentlemen. Let’s announce today’s winners. In the Junior Break Away category we have…”

You stand between Rebecca and Sonja just watching and waiting. Each winner goes up and receives an envelope. Inside is a certificate, a ribbon, and a prize money check. 
 “How much are the checks for?” you ask.

“This is just a local competition so basically winners are earning enough to pay for gas and food. But in some of the bigger competitions the prizes can be $5,000 to $10,000.”

“Or more.” Sonja finishes. “Heck a prize roper can make a living just competing.”

“Yeah, and an Olympic athlete doesn’t need endorsement deals. Be honest. The money can be good but it’s not enough, by itself to live on.” Rebecca corrects her.

“If you won a $1,000 purse I could see what investments would give you a better return. I may not know about horses and cows, but investing is my arena.” You say with a bit of pride. Rebecca nods, having heard that from you before.

“I might take you up on that.” Sonja says with a tip of her hat.

“And Adult Female Break Away goes to Rebecca, with a time of…” You yell and cheer so loudly you don’t hear most of what the announcer is saying. She goes through the gate and receives her prize. “And the Adult Male Break Away goes to….”

As she comes back you ask “Ok, I understand the certificate, and the check, but what’s the ribbon for?”

“In reality, it goes on my wall with the certificate, but it is supposed to be worn by Sandy. If we were doing a parade from the field of all the winners, Sandy would wear the ribbon on the side of his harness. Maybe if we attend a larger event, you will see that.”

The announcements continue. You are happy when Sonja wins the Female Adult Tie Down category. “So what’s next?” you ask. Rebecca looks at her watch. “We should go back home and let Sandy enjoy his victory. Maybe mix a little treat in with is dinner.”

You feel a little confused. “Shouldn’t we go out and celebrate?”

Sonja adds, “We could meet up at ‘Big Earl’s’? It’s between both of our places. And they have Saturday Night Line Dancing. What do you say? I’ll take Charlie home and you put Sandy up, then we’ll meet for a couple of drinks and some dancing? Besides we both have prize money to spend.”

“All right. I haven’t been to Earl’s in a long while. Maybe a dance or two and some drinks to celebrate.” Rebecca agrees.

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