My name is Andy Greer, and I am an opportunist. I'm also a bit of a loner. Other people, I am sure, would describe me in a very different way. You see, I seduce and fuck other men's wives. The way I see it, what I do is a win for everyone. I perform a valuable community service. I can hear you, the reader, laughing at this point, but follow along with the story of myself and Marie, and perhaps you will understand.
I'll begin with a little background on myself. I'm an athlete and have been all my life. I'm tall and muscular, and I have sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a chiseled jaw. I work as a golf pro at the Westchase Golf Club in Tampa. I meet and work with a lot of people every day, which may come across as a bit odd for someone that is a loner. I'm not anti-social, and I have no problem conversing with people. My problem is that I just don't like putting up with other people's bullshit. I don't like to compromise, and I want to do what I want to do. I don't want kids, and I don't want a relationship with a woman. I'm not a relationship kind of guy. They have always ended in disaster for me, and I finally came to the realization that I should just avoid them.
The club I work for has spent a lot of money marketing to women. I have a fairly long client list of them that come in for lessons and to work on a part of their game. Some of the work is done on the driving range, but I will frequently take them through nine, and sometimes eighteen, holes as part of the lesson. It is amazing to me just what a woman will tell you about herself and her life when you are willing to listen to her. Inevitably, they swing the conversation in my direction; this is where the first seed is always planted. I make it very clear that I am far too selfish to have a real relationship with a woman. My relationships with women are firmly stuck in the friend zone, or they are only sexual in nature. Some women are mortified, some are intrigued. Some seem to think they have been offered a personal challenge to make an honest man of me. Those women are the ones that I distance myself from the most.
In early May of last year, I had a new client scheduled. Her name was Marie, and she had never picked up a golf club in her life. Marie is a married thirty five year old mother of two school aged children. She is quite an attractive brunette, with a very pretty face and load of curves in all the right places. She wanted to learn to play golf so that she could go out to play with her husband, Jason, who was an avid golfer. She complained that they never got to spend any time together, and she thought that learning the game would give them an opportunity. We worked together for several months, and Marie picked up the game very well in such a short period. She wasn't going to join the LGPA tour, but she certainly had become skilled enough to be able to play a round and enjoy it. During our twice weekly sessions, we had some good conversation, and Marie shared quite a lot of personal information with me. Little by little, she revealed the oft repeated refrain of housewives everywhere. Her husband had lost interest in her, their sex life was infrequent and boring, she wondered if he found her attractive. Was he having an affair? She needed more in her life. I had been safe to her up until this point, and now she had told me everything I needed to know.
About a week later, she had come for her lesson and was very distraught. She suggested to her husband that they play golf together over the weekend, and he had laughed at her. Golf, for him, was guy time. He wasn't interested in giving up playing golf with his buddies to play with his wife. I could have told her this would have happened months before, but she wouldn't have believed me. Now, on the fifteen green, I was holding a sobbing woman in my arms.
"Look, Marie. I won't charge you for today. You tried. Your husband is a very lucky man, and he doesn't even realize it."
"No, no. You are not giving away your time for free. Besides, I have come to really enjoy playing," she sniffed. "I want to keep going with my lessons."
"Well, honestly, you have come a long way in such a short period. You have a gift for this game. It really would be a bit of a shame for you to give it up so soon."
"Andy, can I ask you a favor," she asked.
I looked at her and cocked my head.
"Will you be my partner in the charity event next Saturday? I was hoping Jason would have done it, but evidently getting drunk with his idiot friends is more important to him."
"I'd love to. I actually want to play, and don't have a partner. Frankly, I'd much rather spend my time with my favorite things in life-golf and a beautiful woman-than a bottle of beer and a couple drunk guys."
"That's the first time you ever said something like that to me," Marie said with a smile. She was blushing a little bit. "I was convinced that you would try to hit on me, but you've been a complete gentleman. My girlfriend said that you're probably gay," she blurted out, laughing.
"Number one, I assure you that I am most definitely not gay. Number two-was there a reason that you were discussing me with your girlfriend, Marie?"
Marie turned crimson, and she fumbled for an answer. "Ah...um...no. Girls just talk. I...she knows that you give me lessons. I told her that I figured you would...
She saw me laughing, and realized...or so she thought...that I was just teasing her. She girl punched me in the chest. "You are so bad," she said. I have to keep my eye on you, Andy Greer!"
"Careful. That could get you into trouble," I said, and stuck my tongue out at her.
She rolled her eyes, and climbed into the golf cart. We finished out the game, and went into the clubhouse for a drink and a bite to eat.
We settled at a table, and a waitress came to take our orders. It turned out that the waitress was a woman that I had dated a few years back, when I was still actually trying for a relationship. Her name is June, and she is a blonde knockout.
"Hi, Andy. I didn't realize they're letting the riff raff in here these days. What have you been up to lately?"
"Same old, June. Same old. How is school going? Have you finished yet?"
"Sure have. Doctorate in social work, and I'm waitressing at a golf course. Good times. At least my boyfriend has a good job."
"Yeah? Serious?"
"We'll see. Men all have the capacity to be assholes, as you well know." She looked at Marie. "Since Mr. Manners here hasn't thought to introduce me, I'm June. He and I used to be an item. So how long have you two been dating?"
Marie stuck out her hand. "Marie. And we aren't dating. He has been giving me lessons. He's pretty good at that."
"Ah, good Marie. He is damned good at teaching golf. He is damned bad at relationships. Count your blessings."
I laughed. "Marie and her friend were speculating that I was gay. Thankfully, you can vouch for me. Not that there's anything wrong with that," he said with a laugh.
June looked at Marie. "Oh, this man is assuredly NOT gay. Seriously, all the crap he put me through was almost worth dealing with when we were between the sheets," she said with a wistful look on her face. "The sex was just incredible. Oops. That's probably not appropriate conversation for a client," she giggled.
Marie laughed, and looked at me with a demure smile. "It's quite alright June. I'm a big girl and have heard it all before."
I caught Marie glancing at me several times as we ate, and each time she blushed. Cleary, there was a tension building between the two of us. I know I'm a prick, but I always get that rush of adrenaline when I realize a woman is beginning to see me in a different light. It's like watching your fishing line begin to twitch just before a fish strikes. We finished eating, and Marie headed home to get the girls from school while I moved on to my next client.
Later that day, I realized that Marie and I had not completed the signup sheet for the weekend event. I dialed her number, and she answered on the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Marie. It's Andy. We forgot to fill out the signup sheet for Saturday, and it's due tomorrow. Can you come by the club in the morning? I'm not working, but I can meet you there."
"I can't. I'm going downtown tomorrow with a girlfriend. I can drop it off in the evening if that's okay."
"Maybe I can drop by your house, or if it's easier, you can stop by my mine. I'm on Sequoia in Temple Terrace, not too far off two seventy five."
"Seriously? I used to live there. I'll come by to sign the form. Is five okay?"
"Five is perfect. I've got some running around to do during the afternoon, so that will work. See you later. Oh, by the way, the number is 7334."
"Okay," Marie giggled. "I guess that will help me find it."
The next morning, Marie's friend called to cancel their outing. She decided that she didn't want to go downtown by herself, so she milled about the house tidying up and doing some laundry. She wanted to pick up a gift card from Busch Gardens for a birthday party her daughter was attending, so she jumped into the car and headed over to get it. She was finished and it was only two o'clock. She was a short distance away from my house, so she figured she would swing by to see if I was there. When she pulled up in front of the house, she saw my car in the driveway, so she got out and walked up to the front door.
What Marie didn't know was that I had company. Well, she didn't know it until she got up to the door, anyway. I was fucking a lovely little redhead named Ellen right there on the living room floor. She had her ass in the air and her face buried in a pillow. I was on my knees behind her, holding her by the hips and fucking her hard. I sensed Marie's presence, and looked up at the door. She and I locked eyes, and she just stood there and watched as I continued fucking my lovely little friend. She stood there for a good five minutes, watching my face, until I took a deep breath, and, with a final few thrusts, came long and hard with my eyes locked on Marie's. I finally broke my gaze and looked down. I slipped out of Ellen and felt Marie lingering for a few moments more. When I looked up at the door again, she was gone.
Ellen collapsed onto the floor, and I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on.
"I'll be back in a couple minutes," I said to her. She moaned and waved, and I grabbed the form and was out the door.
