American Fighter

American Fighter

by Veronica Cox

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©(2014) Veronica Cox

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for mature audiences 18+ only. It contains incredibly strong sexual scenarios, dirty, raunchy language, and hot action.

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“I still don’t see why you won’t let your hair down. The hairdresser did it so nice today and it frames your beautiful face,” Mary’s best friend and personal cheerleader, as the woman liked to designate herself as, Beatrice huffed as she crossed her pale arms over her slender chest. Her hair was down and in golden ringlets that framed her high-cheekbones.

“I’m not wearing my hair down because I feel like it attracts to my fat cheeks, okay?” Mary tried not to stare at her figure too long in the mirror as she situated her shirt over her large frame. She was an average woman when it came to height, but two hundred pounds on her average frame was not flattering, at least, not to her. Many people in town said she looked gorgeous with her dark, flawless skin and big, round eyes. But Mary didn’t think any of those features could cover up the fact that she was overweight.

Beatrice appeared behind her in the mirror and puts her slender hands on Mary’s shoulders. “America Wade,” she used Mary’s real name, “you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Don’t you worry about a thing tonight. No one is going to stare at you or ridicule you.”

Mary wanted to believe her, but she just couldn’t. Yet she smiled anyway and patted Beatrice’s right hand once as if she were offering comfort to her friend rather than the other way around. “I know,” she put in her silver hoop earrings and turned away from the mirror. “Let’s go have some fun,” she exclaimed as she grabbed her purse from the table in her foyer and opened up her front door.

“That’s the spirit,” Beatrice cried out as she grabbed her purse from the coat rack hook and hurried out the door. The two of them settled into a red sedan Beatrice had bought only a few months before.

“I still don’t understand why you bought this thing. You’re in your thirties, Beatrice! It’s a little too fast for a lead foot like you anyhow.” The two of them laughed in tandem and Beatrice agreed between her chuckles.

It was a warm, summer day and Mary had worn a short sleeved shirt that showed some of her cleavage. She was normally uncomfortable in an outfit such as the one she was currently wearing, but Beatrice had chastised her for trying to wear something high on the neckline when it was so hot out. It
was
going to hit at least ninety in the afternoon, and Mary didn’t want to be uncomfortable.

Both women rolled down their windows and let the afternoon air waft over them. It was no use putting on the air conditioning since they were going to spend an evening at an outside rodeo rink. They were going to see a famous rodeo cowboy by the name of Matt Hendricks. Mary had seen a picture of him on the internet just that morning and she’d gotten a little flushed in the face when she thought about what he’d look like without a shirt on. She secretly hoped there’d be a reason to see his glistening, white chest and chiseled abs this evening.

“So what about that new cowboy, the really famous one? You think he’s going to win tonight?” Beatrice didn’t know much about the rodeo, and neither did Mary. She wasn’t sure how it worked, and hoped she didn’t have to see a man gored by a steer or something of the like.

“I hope so,” Mary answered without thinking.

“So you were looking him up,” Beatrice called her out on her snooping around the internet of the sexy cowboy, and Mary rolled her eyes.

“Sweetheart, I’m not dead, alright? I’m just a little fat,” Mary tried to make the end sound like a joke, but they both knew it wasn’t. Beatrice was quiet as she drove along and took a right at a stop sign. They passed by a group of construction workers with their shirts off despite it being against company policy.

Beatrice, being a skinny, good looking woman she was, honked her horn and waved her hand jubilantly at the men. Her friend was very well versed in embarrassing her, and Mary felt her cheeks darken with mortification as they drove off. “Why’d you have to go and do that?” Mary accused.

“Well, why not? They were hot and I wanted to get a good look at those beautiful, blue eyes of the one not wearing a hard hat. How adorable was
he
?” Mary couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped and checked her hair in the visor mirror.

“You’re too much, Beatrice,” she told her friend as she fixed her eyeliner and mascara. It was going to be a long night with this crazy woman.

Beatrice pulled her sedan into a parking space between two, large pickup trucks and both women had to squeeze out of the small car. For Mary, it was more difficult and she ended up feeling even worse about her weight. She’d tried dieting just last month and lost only twenty pounds, but no one would have noticed, she was sure. She finally pulled her purse from the back seat and slung it over her shoulder while Beatrice waited for her. The two of them linked their arms together like they were schoolgirls again and walked briskly to the entrance of the rodeo.

“Two tickets for the front seats,” Beatrice chimed at the built man behind the Plexiglas wall with a small opening. She slid in enough money to cover the both of them and Mary didn’t protest. It had been Beatrice’s idea to go to the rodeo and she’d been adamant that she’d be paying that night. Mary had paid for their last trip to a movie theatre, but that had been much less.

I’ll pay for my own drinks and popcorn
, she decided mentally as they walked through the gate with their ticket stubs in hand. Yet Mary beat her to it and purchased them both large popcorns and large Cokes to go with it.

“Come on, we’ve got to get those good seats,” her best friend cried out as she tugged Mary toward the stands. They passed by the entrance to the locker rooms for the rodeo cowboys and Mary stopped short when she caught sight of blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and a crooked grin that made her heart pitter-patter against her ribcage uncontrollably.

The cowboy was wearing a wide brimmed hat, boots with spurs, and even a pair of chaps over his jeans. The chaps drew Mary’s eyes down and she found she was blushing for the third time that afternoon when she realized the man must have noticed her staring. Yet she’d never forget the suggestive bulge in his jeans at his crotch and the twinkle in his eyes for the rest of her life.

“That’s Matthew Hendricks,” Beatrice whispered to her loudly as she stopped to stare, too. Before he could say anything to the two of them because Mary feared he might say something awful, she hurried away with Beatrice in tow. The two of them found front row seats and settled down on the hard benches with anticipation.

The announcer introduced the first cowboy into the ring, who was a tall, skinny African-American man with dark stubble on his chin. Mary was intrigued by him, but when he saw her looking, he sneered at her and she felt her heart sink. Some were so blind to inward beauty that they could never get past the outer shell. Mary knew she was a kind person, most of the time, but she could never find a man that would treat her right.

Beatrice booed the man and threw some of her popcorn at him while he rode by on a dappled stallion. They watched him perform with mild boredom and the two of them ended up chatting about their days at work while they watched him race around barrels. “I thought this was a rodeo where real men came out and tried to stay on the horses, not race them around like little girls at a horse show,” Beatrice finally stated as the man rode off the scene and into the corrals.

“I know,” Mary responded with a deep sigh as she put another handful of popcorn into her mouth. She sipped on her soda as she waited for the next cowboy to be announced, and secretly hoped it would be the handsome Anglo-Saxon man she’d seen earlier.

Her wish didn’t come true until two announcements later and then there he was in all his hunky glory. Matthew Hendricks was wearing the same outfit she’d seen him in earlier and he seemed to be scanning the crowd for someone.

He must be here with his sweetheart,
she thought glumly as she ducked her head and looked at her pretty, black flats with the yellow polka dots.

Suddenly, Beatrice was elbowing her in the rib and pointing into the rink. Mary looked up, hoping that Matthew was not hurt, and her gaze met his. He smiled at her warmly, showing bright teeth, strong teeth, and tipped his hat at her as he walked toward the corrals.

“He saw you,” Beatrice exclaimed excitedly as she sat on the edge of her seat. “Did you see that? He saw you,” she repeated with more gusto. Mary was too stupefied to answer and nodded numbly.

As Matthew Hendricks neared the stands, he kept his eyes on Mary and they never wandered. Her heart beat in her chest rapidly as the cowboy of her newfound dreams hoisted himself up and hung on the railing with ease. He smiled at her and motioned for her to lean forward. Mary pointed her finger at herself and mouthed the word, “me?”

He nodded and she felt heat rising to her cheeks. Surely this was some sort of joke and he’d make fun of her when she was in earshot. People who liked to embarrass her always made sure she was able to hear; otherwise, it wouldn’t be fun.

“Meet me after the show,” he yelled to her over the roar of the crowd. Mary wasn’t able to respond before the steer was let loose and he dodged its deadly horns.

Matt won the grand prize at the rodeo and made eye contact with only her while he hoisted it into the air.

Unable to take her eyes off him, she wondered what he wanted to talk to her about after the show. Suddenly, her mouth was very dry and she found she finished her soda before he even left the ring. When the end of the show came, she wanted to hide in the bathroom until she was sure everyone had left, but Beatrice made sure she didn’t.

“Here he comes,” she announced gleefully as Mary tried to make herself inconspicuous beside a trash can. She looked up expectantly and saw the handsome cowboy walking in her direction.

When he was standing in front of her, she had no doubt he really did mean her when he’d asked her to meet him after the show. “Hi there, my name’s Matthew Hendricks, but everyone just calls me Matt,” he stuck out his hand and she was too polite to not take it.

“H-Hello,” she stammered. Then she realized he was waiting for a name, “America Wade, but everyone calls me Mary.”

Matthew had asked her out on a date and she’d agreed dumbly. Now she was standing in her bedroom, looking around for a dress or a pair of slacks that would be appropriate to wear when a cowboy was taking her out for dinner. Beatrice huffed as she waded through Mary’s clothing and tried to find something that was sexy and yet not so revealing that Mary would feel embarrassed.

“What about this one?” she asked as she held up a red dress with a black sash around the waist.

“It makes me look like a fat cherry,” Mary complained. Then she picked up a black dress that barely showed any cleavage and Beatrice immediately rolled her eyes.

“No way, not that one. What about this?” Beatrice held up a dark green dress that was floor length without sleeves. Mary knew she’d feel pretty in it for a few seconds before she felt like a whale, so she nodded.

Beatrice turned around while Mary changed because she knew her friend wouldn’t want her spying at her naked. When she was finished, Mary told her it was safe to turn around and Beatrice clapped her hands together one as she oohed. “It’s gorgeous! He’s not going to know what hit him,” her best friend, the cheerleader, tried to make her feel beautiful.

Mary applied most of her own makeup while Beatrice pulled her hair up and curled it in the back. By the time she was finished, Mary had sleek curls that hit her shoulders and her face was almost acceptable to her. She smiled at her reflection and took a deep breath as she tried to calm her nerves. By the time her Anglo-Saxon cowboy rang the doorbell, she was a jumble of nerves and fear while Beatrice waited upstairs. She didn’t want Matt to know her best friend was silently waiting, so when she got downstairs and opened the door, she stepped outside.

Matt didn’t say a word to her at first as he stepped back and looked her up and down from head to toe. The smile he’d given her when he’d first seen her was back, and it made Mary feel butterflies in her stomach again. She also felt womanly parts warming up to his gaze and immediately chastised herself. A man like Matt would not want to undress a woman like her, and she was sure he had plenty of thin, beautiful women falling at his feet daily.

“Why did you ask me out on a date?” She’d been rushed when he’d first asked and Beatrice had been there to encourage her, but Mary had to know before she got into his truck with him.

He seemed to be taking her inquiry seriously and she looked away from him.

Great, now I’ve ruined the only chance I’ll ever have at dating a sexy cowboy, and Beatrice is never going to let me live this down,
Mary thought as she looked at her sandals. Matt reached out and put his finger under her chin as he frowned down at her. He was so tall and handsome that she felt like she might melt under his searching gaze.

“America Wade, you are the most beautiful woman I think I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’d like to get to know you on the inside, too.” It was the sweetest thing any man had ever said to her, and she immediately felt guarded. What if he was a freak or he wanted to hurt her in some way?

Buck up and be a woman,
she mentally chastised again. Matt held out his hand to her and she took it with more bravado than she was actually feeling. When she looked up at her bedroom window, she could see Beatrice giving her a thumbs up.

Matt seemed serious about getting to know her as he asked her question after question on their way to a restaurant in town.

“Where did you grow up?” he asked.

“Right here in Kansas,” she responded truthfully.

“What do you do for a living?”

“I work as an accountant for the only accounting firm in town.”

“How many boyfriends have you had?”

Mary had to gather herself after he asked her how many partners she's had, and she wanted to crawl under a rock. This was it. This was the part where he was going to make fun of her or make her feel bad about her weight somehow. “I’ve only had two boyfriends.”

Matt didn’t seem fazed as he asked the next question without a pause. “Your parents?”

“Divorced and living in different states now,” Mary felt herself relax as he asked her questions about siblings. They arrived at the restaurant and she felt guilty she hadn’t asked him any questions.

Before he could beat her to it, she smiled at him and fiddled with her earring. “It’s my turn.”

It turned out Matt was single, his parents were still married and lived in Colorado, and he’d grown up on a horse farm. “Tell me more about that, growing up with horses,” Mary said after she had a sip of white wine. Matt had some taste as he took her to one of the best restaurants in town.