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The Champion Bull-Rider |
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We decided we were going to lose our virginity but we didn't have a boyfriend . . . so we decided we should choose someone real nice. We picked this guy who was a champion bull-rider at the rodeo. He really was the cutest thing. He was part Indian with black hair and tall. He was nineteen and we were fifteen. We were going to get this virginity business over with . . . my girlfriend did it with him in the hayloft. When she came down, she was all upset. She said it was very disappointing.
I made a date with the guy for the next weekend all the same. And he took me to this bar I'd never been in — the V.I.P. Lounge. He had a membership card from his father. I was real impressed. Then, we went back to the barn, went up in the hayloft and it started raining, which was terrible. And he just pulled down my jeans and pulled down his jeans — we didn't even take our boots off — and the rain was dripping in on my face and the hay was stabbing me in the behind and this guy was . . . well, he was pretty quick. In an' out.
So I thought: God, all these books that I've read, all this stuff about foreplay and orgasms and clitorises . . . was that it? My girlfriend and I plainly had a lot of discussing to do. We realized we'd made a really bad choice. He was . . . well, he definitely wasn't the sensitive type, let's put it that way. And that wasn't the end of it. When we went to the rodeo the next weekend, he'd told all the guys that he'd busted both of those girls' cherries one weekend after the other. (Mesquite, Texas, 1971)
from Jerry Hall's Tall Tales with Christopher Hemphill (Pocket Books, © 1985)
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