***Writer's note: I got a lot of positive feedback about my story (My Husband's Golf Partner) about Carlie and Adam, so I thought I'd reverse it and show basically the same story from Adam's perspective. What goes on in a man's mind is often very different than a woman's.
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I always look forward to Wednesdays. I go out golfing with my friend Grayson every Wednesday. It's not the golf or even Grayson's company that I look forward to. It's Carlie. She's everything I've ever wanted in a woman. She's smart, funny, kind, and fuck is she the hottest girl I've ever seen. Her hair always seems to be perfect, even when pulled back into a messy bun. Her tanned skin is flawless and I'm always trying to stop myself from touching it. Her laugh sounds like angels playing the harp. I'd do anything to hear that laugh. She's Grayson's girl. He saw her first. When he introduced me I felt the earth drop below me. I should have found her first. Then he married her. I've dated a lot of women and slept with twice as many, but never has there been a woman like her. I'm solid to the bro-code though. I keep my flirting easy and hands-off. I flirt with her like I flirt with the bank teller - enough to flatter, but not enough to give the wrong idea.
I ring the doorbell and hold my breath. She always smells like a combination of lavender and strawberries. I brace myself. She always answers the door in her after work clothes, old yoga pants and a ratty t-shirt, and somehow she makes that look like an evening gown. Today my heart thuds when she opens the door wearing cut-offs and a low-cut blouse. I try to keep from staring at her boobs, but the tanned skin that dips into her blouse is revealing enough cleavage to make my dick notice. I realize she's going somewhere tonight, and for a second I'm hopeful
"Hey Carlie, are you golfing with us tonight?" I cross my fingers behind my back. Maybe I'll get to help her with her form, my hands around her, my pelvis pushed up against her ass. This isn't helping my erection situation.
"No, Grayson won't let me golf with him." She frowned. He's an idiot, I'd take her everywhere if she were my girl.
"That's a shame." I said. "You could pick up the balls for us. I'd like to see that." I meant to think that last part, but it came out of my mouth anyway. I'm such an idiot.
"Maybe I could hold your club." She said in the sexiest voice I've ever heard and then brushed past me to the kitchen. The sensation of her hot skin on my arm and the smell of her hair made it hard to breathe. I think she's flirting with me. She hands me a beer. This will help. I'll drink this beer and think about things that aren't Carlie. Baseball. Car engines. Nascar. Spiders. My grandma. By the time I've convinced Little Adam to stand down I've chugged the whole beer. I set the beer down and notice Carlie. Her eyes are focused on my crotch, which thankfully was not as hard as it was a few minutes ago, but she was biting her lip in concentration and all I wanted to do is bend her over this counter and make her mine. I cleared my throat and she looked up embarrassed. Her face instantly flushed in the sexiest way possible. I decided I wanted to make her blush some more.
"Are you still thinking about holding my club?" I said. "I'm not sure you would know how to grip the shaft." I leaned forward close to her ear. I could feel the hotness of her skin and smell her strawberry shampoo. "I'd be happy to teach you."
She stood there in silence. Face still flushed. Breathing shallow. Eyes locked on mine. I definitely threw her for a loop. She was flustered and didn't know how to respond, but her eyes told me a different story. She knew how she wanted to respond.
Just then we're interrupted by Grayson on the stairs asking me to load up his clubs and meet him in the truck. Damn.
I just had to touch her. Even for a second. I reach over to tuck a stray hair that had fallen behind her ear. I couldn't seem to break the touch. My fingers instinctively trailed down her neck and her shoulder and begged to keep going, but I pulled away before I couldn't stop.
"You've got my number. I'd love to give you a golf lesson sometime." I said loud enough for Grayson to hear. I leaned down right next to her ear and whispered "call me" and walked out the door. I had to collect myself at the door before I got anywhere near her husband. That flirtation almost got out of control. I wanted to kiss her so badly.
At the truck I glanced up and saw Carlie standing at the bedroom window staring at me. I imagined if she was as turned on as I was right now, she was going to masturbate as soon as we left. In the truck I pulled out my phone and sent a text to her "I bet you're going to practice your golf skills after we leave :)"
Shit, that was a stupid thing to say.
Grayson hopped in the truck. "Sorry if Carlie was talking your ear off. Was she asking you about golf lessons?"
So, my idea was working! He heard that (and hopefully just that).
"Yea, she said she'd love to learn how to play so I offered to teach her. Sounds like maybe she'd like to learn so the two of you could have something fun to do together. I know husbands sometimes aren't the best teachers so maybe it'd be best if I did it." I sounded so fake, but he was engrossed in something on his phone so I don't think he noticed, or even heard me.
He grunted. "Yea, whatever. She's going to suck at it anyway, but you can give it your best shot."
