Fourth of July brings many festivities to different towns. Parades during the day, fireworks at night are the norm for many small towns across the country. But in North Dakota, especially my little community, Fourth of July brings rodeos, commonly referred to as Cowboy Christmas. Bull and bronc riders, ropers, and barrel racers compete for the fastest time and that prize money, but a crucial part of the rodeos are the queens and princesses. Not only were the local rodeo queens present, but our state queen was at our rodeo, mainly because she was once a hometown queen herself.

The state rodeo queen, Cassidy, was a high school classmate of mine, and we were good friends. We were active in many of the same things, mainly FFA and music. She was about 5 feet 6 or 7 inches tall, red head. Up until a couple years ago, she was a little on the skinnier side with about medium C breasts, but the summer after graduation, she was up to small D’s, and now a year later, she filled out a pair of Wrangler jeans a lot fuller than I had seen before.

She entered the arena with Old Glory when they did the national anthem. After that she would make appearences back in the arena, but would mingle in the crowds. She saw where me and a couple buddies were sitting, and came over and sat next to us. We talked for a while, and asked what we were doing later.

“I pulled our little camper down here to sleep in, so eventually we’re gonna get drunk”, I told her.

“That doesn’t surprise me. I’m gonna stay down here, too. But I have to leave tomorrow at noon for another rodeo out west tomorrow evening”, she said.

“Well hell, why don’t you stop by the camper, it’ll probably just be me in there”, I said.

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer”, she said, the she left to do some more queen stuff.

After the rodeo finished, we went up to for some food, then headed back to the arena to start the after-rodeo drinking. After consuming 7 beers, plus a couple shots, I need to take a leak. I went back to the trailers, and commenced to relieving myself next to Cassidy’s trailer. As I was doing that, I felt a foot press against the back of my knee.

“Hey, quit that, I’ll fall into my own piss”, I said.

“Just trying to get back for all the times you did that to me, on my bad knee”, Cassidy said. She tore her ACL three times in high school, twice senior year.

“You drink much”, I asked her.

“Some. Want to go to your camper to do some more”, she asked.

“Well, there is an admission fee”, I told her.

“What’s that?”

“Make-out session”, I said.

“Seems reasonable”, she said as she came closer and planted her lips on mine. We made out for a few minutes until I decided it was good enough.

“What should I bring”, Cassidy asked.

“Bring your good queen hat and your chaps. I have plenty of booze”, I said.

“What do I need to bring those for?”

I reached around her and grabbed her ass, “I want a little show from the state rodeo queen.”

“Oh, I’ll give you a show alright”, she replied with a grin on her face.

She went into her trailer and grabbed those two things while I headed to the camper. Everybody was too busy drinking so I wasn’t concerned about then searching for us. She came over a few minutes later, and came inside the camper. A few mixers and shots later, we were making out on the little couch again. I was grabbing at her tits over her shirt with one hand, rubbing her crotch with the other. She was moaning softly and grabbing my crotch with one hand.

Finally, she pulled away and said, “I think it’s time for your show. Go outside and wait until I’m ready.”

“I’ll be ready and waiting”, I said as I stepped outside.

I go outside, and of course I hear all the hootin’ and hollerin’ from inside the arena. And for whatever reason, I started thinking about Cassidy’s sister, Shaina. She was two years younger than us, and boy did she have a body. She was shorter than her sister, probably 5’4”, blonde hair, and she had a very nice rack on her, too. Hers were definitely D’s, and she had a nice, tight ass on her, too.