synopsis: after being cheated on over a year ago, and being hung up on it for way too long, your friends finally convince you to hit the town with them. you end up at a dive bar, meeting abby, and end up going home with her - 2 parter.
cw: just a plot for porn, mentions of past cheating, sensual content, teasing, making out, dirty talk, pet names, innuendos, grinding, dry humping, abby calls reader a slut, thinking about sex, mischaracterizes vi for the plot, everyone has a southern accent
word count: 4.1k
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âDina, I really donât wanna come with yâall tonight.â you call from your bed as you see the girl walking towards your door, drawing a sad "I didnât even say anythinâ yet!â from your best friend. For the past several months, your entire friend group has been insistent on you joining them on their nights out to the dive bar just out of the city, despite your many protests.
âOh come on, you donât even have to drink just come out ân have fun. Youâve been depriving yourself from a good time over what? Vi, itâs been like a year girl.â
âShe has a point,â Dinaâs girlfriend now joining her in your doorway. âYouâre only sidinâ with her âcause youâre datinâ.â
Ellie looks at you, offended. âExcuse you, I have my own opinions, they just usually align with hers. You need to out yourself back out there and quit beinâ so gloomy. You could meet your wife tonight!â
âOh please, This ainât some romance story Ellie, Iâll get there and immediately wanna go home. Besides, the bar yâall go to is where we saw it happen.â
Concern etches across Dina's face and she gently nudges Ellie to go back outside so she can have a one on one with you. The door closing with a soft click behind her as she enters the room fully, sitting next to you on your bedspread;
âLook, I know you saw Vi makinâ out with that one chick on the dance floor. And I know how much it destroyed you, but itâs been well over a year. Fuck Vi, she ainât a part of your life no more. You canât let her control it.â she gives you a genuine smile, squeezing your hand tightly, âYou know Iâm doinâ this cuz I hate seeinâ you all mopey, right?â
âI know Dina. I really do appreciate it, truly.â you give your best friend a hug, âIâll consider it. I mean youâre right, 'bout the whole Vi thing. Fuck her and that blue haired bitch.â
ââCourse I am. Plus they have a mechanical bull with a âbest timesâ board now.â That might be just what wins you over; âYou serious?â
âHell yes I am. Girl I know you did rodeos as a kid, you need to show all of us how to do it the right way.â
âWell help me find somethinâ to wear!â you exclaim, standing up from your bed.
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The Uber drops the three of you off in a dusty parking lot of a worn down looking building, country music seeping from the doors. You step out of the sleek black civicâwhich looks insanely out of place as people slam the doors of rusty trucks and dingy cars from the ranchers pull into the already full lot. You take a deep breath, calming both your nerves and the threat of your heart beating out of your chest.
âCâmon, letâs get in there, Cat ân the rest of âem are at a table.â Dina smiles, walking hand in hand with Ellie, the two of then sickeningly sweet. Ellie calls your name as you stay put behind them, âYou cominâ or standing out here all night?â
You look down at your much-too-clean cowboy boots, any rancher in the joint will know youâre from the city. Your miniskirt and belt suddenly donât seem as cute as they were when you put them on. âI look like I donât belong in there,â the protest falls flat on your friendsâ ears. Dina rolls her eyes and walks over to you, âWeâre basically regulars, anâ we all look a bit too polished for this place anyways.â she hooks her arm in yours, âDonât be nervous, youâll have fun tonight, I promise.â
Ellie holds the door open for you both, and you file into the dimly-lit bar. Your eyes scan the place trying to find everyone, which proves difficult given that itâs a Friday night and all the tables are filled with groups of people around your age.
ââScuse me darlinâ.â You hear a soft, unfamiliar voice and a warm hand finds itself on your shoulder as a woman and man pass behind you. You can't help it when your eyes follow them, both in worn out hats, flannels, and boots. The womanâs long blonde hair pulled back in a braid, and her voice definitely doesnât match her appearance. This woman is built. When she finds her table, she swiftly takes her hat off for a moment, veins in her hand popping as she holds the crown of it. Her bicep bulges as she places it back on her head. You find yourself biting your lip, and then you see her side profile, sheâs absolutely gorgeous. Your heart flutters, and she looks at you. Flushing, you quickly avert your gaze.
âHey, you okay?â Dina's voice tinged with worry, her hand resting on your arm. You turn around, cheeks a bit hot, âWhat? Yeah no Iâm fine.â Dinaâs face changes from concern to curiosity, she looks past your shoulder to the pair that just walked in. She looks back at you, a grin forming on her face, âOh you horny bitch. The first girl you see in here gives you attention and youâre all hot.â she nudges you playfully. âUgh donât make it a thing. I can think someoneâs attractive and not want to sleep with them. And she just walked past, there was no attention.â your objection only digging yourself a deeper hole.
"Oh don't you lie, she's the definition of your type," she shakes her head, âand she was totally eyeing your ass when you turned to me.â She drags you over to where Ellie is now seated with the rest of your group.
Many variations of ânever thought iâd see you in a bar againâ are thrown around as you and Dina slide into the booth. Once settled in, you casually look over at the bar to see what you want to drink. You never end up looking at the menu, instead, you notice the same woman staring at you and this time itâs her that looks away, cheeks pink. Ellie kicks your shin, mocking you: ââMy life ainât a romance novelâ my ass.â
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A few drinks in, youâre feeling a light buzz as the conversations overlap at your table. Your eyes glance past the bar to the mechanical bull Dina was telling you about earlier, landing on a shabby chalkboard nailed into the wallâthe 5 columns in ascending order from 17 seconds to well over a minute. You nudge your best friend, gesturing to the number at the top of the board:
Best Times:
1:27 - Abby
âThere ain't no way someoneâs stayed on that long.â
âIâve never seen anyone beat that score. But I reckon she comes on a different night than us. We all came in recently and it was there already. But your eye candyâs come real close to it.â
âOh shushâ you swat at the brunetteâs shoulder, slightly embarrassed. âBet i could beat that seventeen on the bottom though.â Naturally, when someone finally suggests that the group head to the back and get in line for the bull, youâre practically the first to your feet. The talking continues as the group of you walk to the back of the bar, in order to get to the bull, you and the others pass that womanâs table. You overhear a quick and strained, âyâall shut up, donât even think about it,â from the same voice as earlier and her table falls strangely quiet. You can't help but hope she was talking about you.
A mix of ranchers and a few city folks make up the decently sized line that wraps around the barrier of the ring. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the blonde woman and a couple friends standing up and joining, ending up a few people down the line from you. The excitement in the room builds as everyone attempts to stay on the machine. To absolutely no oneâs surprise, most of your group wipes out in under ten seconds, making you all the more determined to stay on for over seventeen. You're the last of your group to go, cheers coming from your friends who have found themselves in a nearby booth.
With a wave of confidence you swing yourself onto the bull, not at all graceful but you donât care that much. Your forearm flexes as you grab the rein, looping it around your hand. The bull starts rocking, your hips and thighs tensing to keep yourself upright. After a few moments, you get the hang of it, moving with the rhythm of the bull. Ten seconds in, your friends' cheers get louder and you get a bit cocky as you notice that womanâs eyes watching you intensely.
You decide to put on a bit of a show; your back arching much more than necessary, exaggerating the bounce of your hips on the saddle. At sixteen seconds youâre bucked off the machine and land on the padded surface, a soft huff escaping your lungs from the impact, as well as from frustration at your time. âIt was hot âtil ya toppled over. âS all in the thighs darlin'. Gotta ride it like you mean it.â You tilt your head upwards, seeing the blonde woman leaning casually against the barrier, her braid falls across her shoulder as she looks down at you, expression smug. Her accent is deeper, with much more of a drawl than that of your friends or your own.
âJust gonna lecture me or are ya gonna help me get up?â you prop yourself up on your elbows and tug your black tube top up a bit, earning you a chuckle. âCanât get up by yourself?â her hand reaches down and you take it. One arm easily pulling you off the padding. You hold eye contact with her, noticing how blue her eyes are. âYouâre irritatinâ.â you bite back playfully. A staff member shoos you out of the ring, cutting the conversation short. You pass the woman as you walk towards your friends, her voice stopping you;
âYâthink iâm irritatinâ cuz ya know I can do better than ya or cuz yâthink Iâm hot?â
âSo sheâs a total ass.â you sit down and lean onto the table your friends now occupy, sounding a bit exasperated but you'd be lying if you said you hated the banter. âThatâs not what it looked like. At all.â Dinaâs tone blunt yet teasing, Ellie nods her head and Cat adds âthere was chemistryâ before she begins standing up along with the rest of the group, although Dina stays seated with you.
âWhereâre yâall goinâ?â your brow furrows, âBack tâour tableâŚâ Ellie looks at you like itâs the most obvious thing in the world, your eyes flicker over her shoulder and you get a glimpse of that blonde womanâs blue eyes watching you once again.
âWhy donât we jusâ stay here?â you suggest, your eyes trailing down the womanâs body, noticing her thick, muscular thighs. Heat spreads throughout your centre as you imagine those thighs around your head. You quickly wet your bottom lip as your eyes travel back to your friends, who are all looking at you with knowing gleams in their eyes; âWhat? itâs closer to the dance floor. And the bar. And someoneâs probably taken it already.â Ellieâs eyes narrow as she sits back down, âMhm you keep tellinâ yourself that.â You look back over and see the woman shrugging her flannel off before getting into the ring, handing the worn green shirt to her friend. Her muscles now fully shown off in her wife pleaser, your throat dries up.
With one strong arm she grabs the reins, swinging her leg over the bull with practiced ease, boots slipping into the stirrups. Her free hand holds the crown of her hat as the machine jolts to life. You bite the inside of your cheek, eyes focused on the movement of her hips and he ttensing of her arm muscles. She catches you staring with your mouth somewhat agape and smirks, taking her hat off to let it wave with her free arm. Stray hairs that never made it into the braid fall in front of her eyes and you desperately want to push them out of the way. When she does so herself, still looking at your table, you bite your lip at the stretch of her tricep.
The machine swings her so her back is towards you now, lats flexing as she holds onto the bull. Itâs been about thirty seconds now and she begins showing off, overly exaggerating the roll of her hips. Your mind wanders but you feign annoyance to your friends once it goes on for longer than needed.
âUgh, itâs like a male bird.â you scoff lightly, still watching the woman. âAs if you havenât been eye fuckinâ her. Whatever sheâs doinâ, itâs clearly workinâ on you,â Cat is smirking as she speaks, the remark causes you some degree of embarrassment. âI have not been eye fuckinâ her,â
âReally?â Dina begins, adding on to Cat's comment, â'Cause it looked like you were gonna cum on the spot." Your cheeks flush; âItâs just impressive. And sheâs like ripped. Plus sheâs been on the thing for too damn long.â
âYouâre only mad 'cause sheâs been on it longer than you,â Dina points out, and sheâs not wrong, everyone knows youâve got a competitive streak. âThat too.â you shrug.
As your friends persist with the comments, your embarassment increases by a tenfold and you desperately hope for a change in topic;
âYâall want shots? Iâll buy.â That does the trick, everyone agreeing and you head over to the bar.
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As the night progresses, the music goes from country to club, the dance floor getting more and more packed. Dina and you decide itâs probably a good time to join the floor. You turn to Cat, who usually ends up being your designated dance partner, to see if sheâs down. Dina tries getting her girlfriend to come with the three of you as you get up to dance, Ellie reluctantly caves in and the four of you head over to the dance floor.
The tune of Gasolina fills the room, the boom sending vibrations through the floor. You and Dina look at each other and smile, pulling the other two women onto the floor with you. Voices sing along, bodies bump into bodies, and eyes meet eyes. You grind on Cat as she cheers you on, holding your hips as laughter falls from both of your lips.
The same blue eyes that have been following you around all night meet yours, the woman leaning against the wall opposite to the dance floor. Thereâs heat behind this gaze, itâs unwavering. Your movements slowing under it. She licks her lips before the moment is interrupted by excited bodies slamming into each other as the song transitions.
You turn towards your friends as Low booms through the speakers, everyone now yelling the lyrics. When the feeling of eyes on you hits again. This time you donât even check if the blonde is watching, you just start twerking to the beat of the song, both friends and other patrons around you cheering.
After a couple songs, youâre breathing hard and thirsty as hell. âIâm gâna go grab some water.â you let your friends know before slipping off to the corner of the bar by the wall, a cooler and glasses available for those who needâyou fill a glass and lean against the wall, the cool liquid feeling pleasant as it passes your lips. A now familiar figure appears in the corner of your eye.
âWasâat your first time?â the woman asks as she steps in front of you, one hand resting on the wall next to your head. Her other is grabbing a glass and pressing the lever on the cooler with her index finger, a low thrum returning to your core as you watch the ease with which she performs the action. âWhat?â you ask, looking at her amused face, her hand drops from where itâs at on the wall, brushing your arm before returning to her side. âRidinâ a bull?â she clarifies, the two of you moving out of the way of the cooler, now facing each other on the wall a few feet down, just on the outskirts of the dance floor.
âYeah, but I did rodeo as a kid.â
âMm, that donât prepare you for bulls sweetheart. Theyâre a bit rough.â
You take a step towards her, placing your hand on her forearm, running it up to her bicep, thumb brushing across the muscle. Your heart pounds hard against your chest and you pray she canât see it. Your nerves building as you decide to go all in.
âWhat makes you think I canât handle a rough ride?â your voice getting sultry and you see her eyes darken, black pupils now overtaking the blue that was there moments prior. âYâshould really let us cowgirls handle that kinda riding or youâll hurt yourself.â she feigns self control, but her voice is marginally more gruff than before. âI could be a cowgirl for all ya know.â you state matter-of-factly, running your middle finger back down her arm, tracing a vein to her hand.
âOh please, I bet the only cowgirl yâever been is reverse,â she quips, grabbing your wrist as her blue eyes appraise you, almost as though sheâs sizing you up. It sends a rush through your body, knowing sheâs thought of you like that. âMhm ân I bet thatâs exactly what you were thinking when I was on that damn bull,â your fingers brushing the inside of her forearm. Her smug expression staggering, itâs clear sheâs trying her best to keep her composure. She takes a shaky breath, âBarely. Yâcanât even ride that thing properly.â
âMaybeâŚâ you pull your hand away, crossing your arms. Her eyes now looking shamelessly at your tits, âI just need ridinâ lessons.â Your voice now challenging, which brings a smirk to the womanâs face. She bites her lip softly, shaking her head with a chuckle as she leans in close enough for you to smell her, pine and musk filling the air. Her voice is low when she speaks;
âTalkinâ like this to me ân i donât even know yâdamn name.â
You give it to her, âDo I get to know yours too, or do I just have to call ya cowgirl all night?â you ask as you wrap your arms around her neck, her own holding your hips. âNameâs Abby.âShe tests your name on her tongue, âHow highâre my chances of gettinâ ya in my bed tonight?â your cheeks feel hot for a moment, and your eyes flick down to her plump pretty lips, âTheyâd be higher if you danced with me, Abby.â She pauses for a beat, as if considering other options. âYâdid put on quite the show back there, pretty. Itâd be a shame for me to miss out.â
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With the bass pumping, yours and Abbyâs bodies sway, bump, and grind. You find your thighs slotted together, brushing against each otherâs cunts. Abby spins you around, holding your hips to meet your back to her front. You gasp as you feel her tits press against your back. Leaning forward, you start shaking your ass on her, arms reaching back and taking her hat, placing it on your head. Her hips push forwards into your movements as you twerk, your pussy fluttering.
Abbyâs warm, callused hands trail up your sides, making you stand more upright again. You place your own on top of hers and guide them up to your tits. Hearing the quiet, strangled sound that leaves her mouth, you quickly turn around to face her, Abbyâs hands are immediately back on your hips and yours resting on her shoulders. She leans down, âThis a preview for later or sumân?â she murmurs into your ear, hands now grabbing your ass.
âOh youâll have to work for it. I ainât openinâ my legs for just anyone.â her eyebrows raise in surprise, âYâseem pretty easy tâme.â Abbyâs nose is brushing yours, her breath fanning your lips, eyes focussed on your glossy pout. âAnd what gives you that impression baby?â
âYâve been dancinâ like a slut all night, twerkinâ on me like yâneed tâget fucked hard nâ deep.â You can feel her lips brushing yours as she talks, her words drawing a small whimper from your mouth. Both of your gazes flicking between the otherâs eyes and lips, the tension strung tighter than it has been all night. Both of you waiting to see who breaks first. Your tongue darts out of your mouth, quick as ever, brushing your bottom lip and grazing Abbyâs. She exhales through her nose before slamming her lips against yours.
There's a fire that ignites deep in your gut, a soft hum escaping you. You keep an arm thrown over her shoulder, the other hand snaking down to hold her neck. Your lips messily slotting together, tongues meeting tongues, teeth clashing. Abbyâs left hand holds her hat on your head, the right grasping your waist. Your tongue is in her mouth, flattening against hers before swirling around it. As you pull away, you bite her lower lip. A higher pitched gasp leaving her as she leans down more, a soft whimper escaping her as you pull back. The hungry sound and heavy eyes are all you need to drag her off the dance floor.
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Abby lets you pull her by the hand in the direction of the washrooms, the urgency in both of your paces obvious. You pass Ellie and Dina, who are in their own world until the sight of you with Abby pulls them out of it. Your mind is so focussed on getting Abby into that washroom, you barely even notice them.
As you finally the see old wood Restrooms sign above the hall you make a beeline. The two of you rushing down the corridor, frantic in your attempt to find an open stall. You pin Abby to the first door with the vacant lock, leg between hers as you turn the knob, shoving her inside. She immediately flips the both of you, her turn to push you against the door. Abby grabs her hat off your head, hanging it on the hook, âYâhave any clue how sexy yâare?â she breathes, a thick, jean clad thigh between your legs as she knees the door shut. You just roll your hips on the leg, head tilting back and gasping at the pressure hitting your clit:
âFuck-"
Her mouth immediately finds its place on the column of your throat, sucking a mark against the skin. Abby drags her lips up to your own, planting a hot, teasing kiss before gliding her lips over to your ear, licking it. Goosebumps cover your entire body as she nips the lobe. Her hips roll on your thigh and she moans softly against your skin, your core aching at the sound. Your mouths meet again, Abby lifts you and places you on the sink, your legs spreading apart naturally. A grin comes from her, âWhat happened to ya not openinâ these pretty legs for just anyone?â Her thumbs rub circles into your thighs, you open your mouth to say something but she slips a leg between yours once more, effectively keeping you quiet. She runs two digits just under the hem of your miniskirt. âI knew it. Yâare a slut.â You push your knee against her pussy as a protest to her statement, her mouth hangs open, letting a moan out. She sinks lower onto your leg.
âYa donât look like youâd be a girl who moans all pretty, but here we are.â
âShut up,â Abbyâs voice is still on the higher side as you move your knee side to side. âMake me,â You challenge her as you lean in, the both of you breathing heavy.
The doorknob rattles, âAlmost done in here?â a drunk, unfamiliar voice slurs out. The heavy air between you fizzles out and Abby begins to talk: âYes, yes jusâ a m-â You press your knee against the seam of her jeans, she bites her lip, stifling a whine, âMoment.â Abby finishes the sentence, shooting a glare at you.
Both of you compose yourselves, you straighten your skirt and fix your hair quickly. Abbyâs smoothing over her wife pleaser and flannel. She places her hat back on you, âItâll help with the hair.â You pull your tube of lip gloss from your front pocket, bending over the sink to reapply. Abbyâs face goes back to being hungry, the ogling apparent. You smirk, arching your back more. âNow thatâs wholly unnecessary darlinâ,â her lip between her teeth, âEspecially when we got someone waitinâ on us.â
âYour face tells me a different story,â you stand back up and Abby opens the door, a hand on your waist as she steers you back down the hallway, voice in your ear: âWe oughtta take this back to my place.â
âYou got a ride?â
part 2!!
an: first time posting in over a year⌠iâm actually going to try and be more consistent because i forgot how fun it is to write and had a pretty interesting 2025 (toxic relationships am i rightđ), im back fr this time. i might turn this into a series where they date or smt, not sure yet. or write more cowgirl abby stuff. part two w the actual smut should be out within the next few days to a week depending on how quickly i finish my assignments for uni. anyways thanks for readinggg!
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