Good Vibrations Magazine

Congratulations to Dilar Designs for being one of two winners of the Good Vibrations Magazine Susie Bright Erotica Contest! Designs’ winning story appears here.

She couldn’t move her arm. Her trusty right hand, almost useless. The same hand she had held high in a wave to the bar crowd only minutes before was now limp, her arm clutched tightly to her side. Why had she gotten on that stupid mechanical bull anyhow? She should have known better than to let her friends talk her into climbing upon that unruly bucket-of-bolts. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Never mind that the alcohol she had consumed tonight might have clouded her otherwise sensible judgment.

Never mind that she hadn’t ridden a horse, much less a mechanical bull, since her years of college rodeo almost a decade ago. Never mind that only a handful of others had stayed on till the buzzer. Although hindsight was glaringly apparent now, none of that had mattered moments ago. She had been duped by the allure of tonight’s one hundred-dollar prize money. She had been lured in by the taunting of her friends and the promise of barroom glory reserved for the courageous few that managed to remain aboard the bucking apparatus for the entire eight seconds.

The short ride had been exciting, her left hand gripping tight to the pommel while her right arm flew back in wild abandonment. She managed to keep her upper body straight while struggling for balance astride the leather-clad body of the machine. The crowd cheered as she rode through a series of jarring bucks as the unpredictable machine spun back and forth on its axis. One second she had been firmly seated and the next she was sailing through the air. Instinctively she stuck out her right arm to break her fall. Her hand bent back at an unnatural angle as pain shot up her arm from the jolt.

She stood up and straightened her shirt with her left hand, careful not to move her right extremity, which was throbbing painfully at her side. She shot a smile in the direction of her friends to assure them that she was ok.

She was a tough woman and succeeded in hiding the fact that anything was out of the ordinary. The onlookers gave her consolation applause as she made her way off the mat. Her hand felt like it was on fire and she was sure swelling was setting in. She mentally berated herself on the way to the restroom to assess the damage. A blonde woman was drying her hands. “Looks like that hurts,” she commented.

“Nah. I just landed funny and it stings a little bit.” The wrist was red and swollen, and when she tried to bend it, she had to blink hard to hold back tears. The woman shot her a knowing look.

“I think you could use some ice on that. I’ve got an icepack in the emergency kit in my truck. Why don’t you hold it on there for a little while to stop the swelling?”

She followed the woman out to the parking lot and gingerly applied the ice to her throbbing hand.

“My name’s Claire, by the way,” announced the woman.

“I’m Tally. Or in this case, you could just call me Stupid. I should have known better than to get on that contraption. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“We all do foolhardy things sometimes, no matter how old we are,” replied Claire jokingly.

Tally leaned against the side of Claire’s truck. Her right hip came in contact with the hard metal and Tally sucked in her breath in pain.

“Guess my side is a little sore yet too.”

Claire came forward and ran a hand gently up and down the side of Tally’s thigh. “You landed pretty hard. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes tomorrow. Everything is going to ache.”

Tally once again sucked in her breath, but this time it wasn’t in pain. Claire’s hand had nonchalantly wandered in the direction of the crotch of her jeans and firmly rubbed the center seam. Tally’s eyes locked with Claire’s and desire reflected back in her direction. Tally threw the icepack on the truck seat as Claire’s hands clasped her around the neck.

They kissed and Tally felt Claire’s hot mouth on her own, felt her tongue slipping into her mouth. Tally’s good hand squeezed one of Claire’s breasts and toyed with the pert nipple. Claire was panting and leaning into Tally, rubbing her crotch against Tally’s taught thigh. Tally’s hand found dropped lower and slipped inside the waistband of Claire’s already unfastened jeans.

She found her target and centered on the hot, pulsing clit. Claire climaxed almost immediately, shock waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

“Wow!” exclaimed Claire. “That was one heck of a quickie.”

“You sure have an interesting way of taking my mind off the pain, Doctor.” gasped Tally.

“I can’t wait to see what you can do when you have the use of two hands, Cowgirl.”