The Tara Rockett Story

Tara flips her hair out of her face, as she looks at the woman. As she approaches the young woman who is working on her truck. Tara takes off her sunglasses so she can get a better look at the rest of her slender, athletic curvy body, and the way her hips and heart shaped bubble butt fills out those tight faded blue jeans. The woman looks at Tara, when she hears her boots moving on the gravel. When Tara's heart literally skips a beat when get a perfect view of the woman's flawless, perfectly, proportioned face, flawless, smooth skin, almond shaped light brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a set of soft, luscious lips that glisten from the moisture of her chapstick. All of which is surrounded by a wavy locks of light brown hair, that kind of resembles a wild mustangs' mane. Despite the woman's light complexion, Tara can tell she has some Native American in her DNA. Then when those lips spread out to form the most stunningly, beautiful smile Tara has ever seen. Tara's heart then skips two beats. The woman pushes her hair out of her eyes, and puts her greasy hands on her hips, with one holding a screwdriver. "Hi. Do you need some help?" Tara said. "Yeah, thank you. It was running fine until I got down to this desert." The woman said. "Hmm, I think I know what the problem is." Tara said, as she approaches the truck and looks at the motor. Tara extends her hand. "I'm Tara Rockett by the way." Tara said. "Shania Cabas, nice to meet you Tara." Shania said, as shakes Tara's hand. Both women eyes stay locked on each other, as they smile at each other. Then Tara's eyes start scrolling down Shania's body, and linger at her small waist and toned, flat stomach. While Shania takes the liberty to look at Tara's deep cleavage, and how her big tits fill out her tied up shirt and vest. Then she looks down at Tara's equally flat, toned stomach. "Let's see if I can fix your problem here." Tara said, as she takes the flathead screwdriver from Shania's hand. Tara steps up on the front bumper and climbs up to get a better look at the motor. Shania takes the liberty to look at the bottom of Tara's butt cheeks, as her Daisy Duke style shorts ride up as she leans over the grill. And starts removing the chrome air cover and semi dirty air filter, so she can see the carburetor. "Start it up. I need to listen to the engine while I do this." Tara said. "Alright." Shania said, as goes to the driver side and hops up into the driver's seat, she pushes the clutch pedal down, and starts the engine. Tara listens to how rough the motor sounds. Using the flathead screwdriver, she adjust the two small screws on the front of the carburetor. Shania let's the motor idle, as she sits on the seat with one foot hanging out of the door and her hand thumping the steering wheel along with the beat of "Any Man of Mine". Tara finishes tuning the carburetor when the truck starts running a lot smoother. She puts the air filter and air cover back on. Then she hops down from the bumper and closes the hood. Shania hops out of the truck and closes the door. Tara hands the screwdriver back to Shania. "I thought that was problem." Shania said. "Well then why did you let me fix it?" Tara said, as she reaches into her vest and brings out her pack of cigarettes. "Well it's not every day that a good looking biker chick stops by." Shania said with a flirtatious smile, as she leans against the fender of her truck. Tara returns the smile. "And it's not every day I come across a sexy, cowgirl who's playing Shania Twain on the radio while she's broke down on the side of the road." Tara said, as she lights a cigarette. "Was it the sexy cowgirl or Shania Twain that got your attention?" Shania said. "Both. I don't if anyone's ever told you, but you kinda look like her a little bit." Tara said. "Yeah I get that a lot. Probably because me and her both come from the same area of Canada. I'm from the Mattagami First Nation, just like she is." Shania said. "I thought you were Native American when I first saw you. I'm part native myself." Tara said. "Oh cool, what tribe?" Shania said. "Lakota. My mom is full blood Lakota, and my dad's white. I'm from South Dakota." "My mom is full blood Ojibwe, and my dad's also white." Shania said. "So what are you doing in San Andreas?" Tara said. "I came here for work. I work at a ranch not too far from here. I was coming back from feeding the cows, when my truck started acting up." Shania said. "Oh, so you're a real cowgirl?" Tara said. "Yup, and proud of it too. I've been around horses my whole life. Someday I'd like to own a ranch, where I can raise an entire herd of horses." Shania said. "That sounds cool. I like horses myself, but I haven't been around them for a long time." Tara said. "Did you have any horses on the reservation?" Shania said. "Yeah, but that's a long story, one that I don't like to talk about." Tara said. "Oh sorry about that." Shania said. Tara and Shania fall into a bit of an awkward silence, as Tara takes a drag of her cigarette. "Do you wanna go get a couple beers?" Shania said, in an attempt to get the conversation going again. "Hell yeah. The Yellow Jack Inn?" Tara said. "Yeah, I'll follow you there." Shania said, as she goes and climbs back into her truck. Tara gets back on her bike, and starts it up, puts on her sunglasses and flicks her cigarette on the dirt. Shania turns the volume on stereo up. Tara smiles when she hears the familiar song playing loudly over the speakers. A song that always brighten up her mood, no matter what was going on in her life. She's feels like she's back at home again, as she listens to her favorite singer's voice singing one of her favorite songs. Tara pops the clutch and peels out down the road. Shania does the same thing, as "You Win my Love" starts playing on the CD player. Dirt and gravel go flying up in the air, as the big mud tires on Shania's truck start spinning as her truck roars onto the road. Tara looks in the side mirror and sees Shania whooping as she thrusts her fist up from the open window. "Faster!" Shania hollers. Tara smiles and shifts up a gear, and turns the throttle handle all the way down. Shania pushes the shifter up as she shifts into third gear, as the motor revs she shifts into fourth gear, and pushes the pedal to the floor. Tara watches in the side mirror, as Shania's truck starts gaining on her. Then Tara shifts gears again, accelerates. Tara can hear the roar of the 327 V8 motor in the truck, getting closer to her. Then Shania swerves out and starts passing Tara's bike. They get alongside each other, and Tara gives Shania the finger. Shania laughs and gives Tara the finger right back to her. Then Tara speeds up and roars passed the truck, as they continue their automotive courtship ritual. Dust starts flying as they come onto a dirt road. Tara's bike starts to slow down a bit, as the motorcycle starts digging down in soft dirt. Giving the advantage to Shania, since she has four wheels and beefer tires. Shania's truck starts creeping up alongside Tara's bike. Tara looks over at Shania, and points at the road ahead of her. Shania looks and sees a car coming from the other direction. Shania quickly turns and passes the on coming car, on the outside, riding up on grassy hill on the side of the road, then she powers passed the car, and gets back on the road. Tara smiles at Shania's equally wild, high spirited, recklessness and finds her new friend even more attractive than she did the first time. Both women come to a tight turn, and start down shifting as they approach the hair pin turn. The rear end of Shania'struck starts sliding, as the back wheels throw up thick clouds of dust, as she takes the turn on inside. Tara power slides around the turn, then shifts up and pops the clutch. Shania does the same thing, but her truck is heavier than Tara's motorcycle, and soon Tara's bike powers around the truck and roars on by. Once they're out of the turn, Shania starts gaining on Tara again. The next curve they're both able to handle without much trouble, keeping their speed up as they race around the curve. They come to a short straight away, where they're both doing ninety miles an hour. Then they come to another tight turn, that they're both going too fast to slow down in time to handle the turn. Tara quickly spots an incline rock formation on the side of the road, that she speeds towards. Shania stays behind Tara, as she heads for the ledge. Tara grunts as the wheels of her bike hit the incline and launch her over a twenty foot gap in the ground, and clears it. Sparks spray out from the back wheel, as the bike lands on the other side of the gap. Tara looks in the side mirror. Shania's truck hops up as the front wheels hit the incline, followed by the back wheels. "YAHOOO!" Shania hollers out in joy, as her truck jumps over the gap. She bounces up and down on the seat, as the truck lands on the other side, and keeps going on down the road, alongside Tara. Tara looks at Shania and smiles. "You're a crazy bitch, aren't you!?" Tara yelled over the sound of the two motors. "You bet I am, hoo!" Shania hollered, with a smile. "Haha, I love it!" Tara hollered back, as she speeds up and passes Shania. They both race passed the Lost's camp, known as Stab City. Tara flips off one of the bikers, as her and Shania pass by the camp. Shania sees what Tara just did. "And she calls me a crazy bitch." Shania said to herself, as she shakes her head. The rest of the way, they take turns passing each other on the road. Swerving around one another, like it's some kind of dance. At one point Tara smiles at Shania, as she takes her hands off the handle bars and pushes her tits together, before gripping the handle bars again. Shania smiles and winks at her, as Tara teases her, then Shania passes Tara. Tara swerves around the back of the truck and speeds up and comes up to Shania's side. Shania watches her in the side mirror with a smile, then looks at Tara as she comes up alongside the driver's side door. Shania looks at Tara and winks at her, then she blows her a kiss. Tara smiles and starts moving her hips in very sexual way, to the beat of the song. Shania looks at the way Tara's hips and butt move to the music. Then Shania points to an on coming semi truck. Tara merges closer to the Shania's truck, as she sees the eighteen wheeler coming. Shania's heart is pounding in her chest, when she sees what Tara's going to attempt. The truck driver blows the air horn, as he gets closer. Tara stays on the center line, as the semi passes her and Shania. When the end of trailer comes up, Tara accelerates and swerves in front of Shania's truck and speeds passed her, flipping her the bird as she rides on ahead of Shania. Tara and Shania quickly roll into the parking lot outside the Yellow Jack Inn. Shania pulls into a parking space, as Tara backs her bike up to the curb, beside Shania. Shania turns off the engine and hops down from the driver's seat. Tara shuts down the motor, and swings her long leg over the bike, and sits sideways on the seat. Shania unties her top and tosses it in the truck. With only her cropped, white tank top, faded, tight, wrangler jeans and scuffed up brown cowgirl boots, she approaches the front door. Tara watches the way Shania's hips sway and her round, firm, perky 36C tits bounce with the little bounce she has in her steps. "I'll go get us a couple beers." Shania said. Tara lights a cigarette as she watches Shania's heart shaped ass wiggle, in those tight jeans wiggle as she makes her way to the door. When Shania comes back out, with a beer in each hand. Tara can't help but notice how beautiful she looks, as the sun goes down behind the horizon. Shania hands Tara her beer, and takes a drink of her own. Tara takes a drink of her beer, as Shania goes to her truck and turns the key so that the stereo can play. Giving Tara the perfect view of her ass, as she bends over the seat. Never in all of Tara's life, has she ever seen such a rare combination of beauty and sexuality. Tara didn't know if she should be in love with Shania or in lust for her. All she knows is that she can't take her eyes off her. To be continued. ***************** Next chapter is coming soon. If you have any ideas, let me know in the review. Thanks for reading.