Authors Note:
The game of golf is perhaps the most frustrating sport ever invented by man. While playing with my brothers I noticed how full of double entendre and dual meanings so many of the commonly used terms could be if a man and woman were playing. I don't usually write M/F sex stories, but this idea would only work with a man and woman. Also, some of the terms work better with an interracial cast. I do hope readers enjoy the sex in this story, and I hope everyone can get some enjoyment from the sexual byplay in so many of golf's innocently uttered phrases. If you have never played, the terms may lose some of their enjoyment value and the descriptions of the course may bog you down. I apologize for this before hand, but without them the situational utterance of phrases makes no sense. This is new territory for me as an author and all comments, both pro and con will be most appreciated.
CET
Jill Carrington slowly brought her club up. She paused at the top of her swing and then brought the club down, remembering to close her hips and follow through. She left the club head just a little open as insurance against getting wet. She was driving from the championship tees and she didn't want to end up in the water hazard, but she also didn't want to short arm her drive in fear of it.
Her drive sailed off and the little bit of slice pushed it away from the hazard as she had hoped. The ball bounced high and rolled much further than she had expected. The Lakes was a beautiful course, but it was a killer for players who couldn't make their shots slice or hook. There were only two or three holes where you could play a straight drive and still be in good position for your next shot.
"Hell of a drive, hun," her husband, Reed said as he teed up.
"Thanks," she replied as she stepped back.
Reed drove his ball short of the hazard. He played a very conservative game and on bad days for her, he would win by several strokes. When Jill was having a good day, he would loose by just as many. It would have evened out, but Jill had far more good days than bad. She had played on her college team and had even made the cut as an amateur on an LPGA event before she graduated and her family took precedence over golf.
Dr. Hackett, her husband's boss teed up next. Unlike most players, he didn't use an over sized driver with a graphite shaft. He was old school, still using metal shafts and woods with actual wooden heads. And he still routinely beat them all. Jill had won three times since they began playing every Sunday a year ago when Reed had joined the Dr.'s practice. Reed had never won, nor had Mike Sharpe, the fourth member of their party.
Dr. Hackett played it just like Jill had, but his ball didn't roll as much, leaving him well short of her drive.
Mike teed up last. He was a large man with ebony skin and the physique of a body builder. As one would expect from his size, he hit the ball a country mile, but his short game often derailed the long drives. He and Reed kept up a friendly rivalry over not taking last. Mike's drive was long, but sliced terribly as he often did when he wasn't paying attention to how he addressed the ball. Luckily for him, it ended up on the tenth hole's fairway, so he actually had a pretty decent approach shoot.
Reed climbed into the cart with Dr. Hackett, causing Jill to shoot him a dirty look. She had told him several times she didn't like riding with Mike. When he was paying enough attention to ask why, she always remained vague and he just didn't seem to get her subtle hints.
The truth of the matter was that Mike made her very nervous. He was an intimidating man, who oozed self confidence and he had an animal magnetism that she couldn't deny. Whenever they were together his eyes undressed her and his comments were always dripping with sexual innuendo. He had been hitting on her for over three months and in the last couple, she had found herself flirting back. It was deeply disturbing to her.
It wasn't as if she planned on cheating on Reed, or planned on having sex with Mike, but she hadn't planned on flirting with him either. It had just happened. His frank admiration and take-charge, aggressive personality were like an aphrodisiac to her. She knew he would eventually try to go farther, and she knew she would have to rebuff him, but it would have been a lot easier if her husband had just listened to her and made sure they weren't alone together.
Today she had woken up randy, and it had been building through the morning. She wasn't positive she would be able to resist if Mike did get frisky. In her heart of hearts, she wasn't even sure she didn't hope he would try. Not that she had admitted any of that to herself.
Mike took off, tearing across the fairway and bumping over the raised area between several trees that separated the first and tenth holes.
"Did you see where I went?"
"I think that's you, there," she said, pointing at a ball in the middle of the fairway.
Mike drove up, stopped next to it and looked down.
"Maxfly Xl, yep that's me. You're good with white balls," he said as he smiled and got out to retrieve a club from his bag.
"Orange too," she said.
"How bout black?" he added as he addressed his ball.
"Don't know anyone who plays with black balls."
"Really? A lot of white girls do," he replied, laughing when Jill blushed.
Mike smashed a shot that sailed way over the green.
"Jeeze Mike, what did you use?"
"Three iron," he replied, sliding the club back into his bag.
"Too much club," she said.
"That's what all the white girls say," he replied before starting off again and smiling at Jill.
When they reached the other cart Jill selected a pitching wedge. She put the ball far forward in her stance and made good contact, sticking it on the green only two feet from the pin.
"Beautiful shot," Dr. Hackett commented.
"Thank you," she replied.
"You're really good at getting up and down," Mike said.
Neither her husband nor Dr. Hackett noticed, but Jill looked over her shoulder to see Mike smiling like the Cheshire cat. He was getting bolder and she should have done something to let him know she didn't appreciate it, but she just smiled and shook her head instead when he winked.
Even though it was a gimme, Jill went ahead and sank the putt. Dr. Hackett pushed his birdie attempt, but sank a short putt to save par. Reed was lying three, but sank a difficult fourteen footer to save par. Mike was lying four, pushed his bogie attempt and only saved double with a good six foot putt.
"Gotcha," Reed said as they walked back towards the carts.
"Yeah well, some holes are harder to get into than others," Mike said.
Jill wasn't even looking at him, but felt the blush rise to her cheeks. She was still blushing when Reed reached the next tee box. This was a long par three, with the green situated on a small hill, surrounded by little hillocks and a pair of bunkers. Jill chose her pitching wedge. She usually didn't quite get all of this club, but this time she did. The ball cleared the green, but it hit one of the small hillocks and kicked back to within three feet of the pin.
"Some days you just have it," Dr. Hackett said with a smile as Jill stepped back next to Reed.
"And some days, you just get it," Mike added sotto voice as he stepped up behind her.
"Indeed," the Doctor said as he teed up and stroked his shot to within five feet of the pin.
Reed usually used his nine iron on this hole, but he decided he was striking the ball well and went back to his bag to get his pitching wedge. His swing was good and it sounded good coming off the club, but Jill could tell he had hit it fat before it became obvious to her husband.
"Fuck!"
The ball hit on the lip and slowly rolled all the way down to the bottom of the hill.
"Not enough club, man," Mike said.
As he spoke he brushed past Jill, his free hand trailing over her left ass cheek and up over her hip. She shivered as her ass involuntarily tightened. Even though there had been no contact with her skin, it tingled all along the route his hand had traveled.
Mike crushed his wedge, driving the ball well over the green and into the thick rough on the other side. Jill knew she shouldn't, but she just couldn't help herself.
"Too much club," she said with a saucy smile.
Mike smiled back, his eyes roaming over her body and a grin spreading across his face. The cart path took a circuitous route to get to the green. While Reed drove Jill considered her reactions to Mike's flirtation.
She was thirty six now and considered a very respectable lady at work. Men had hit on her a lot at first, but they all knew she wasn't that kind now. The occasional young intern would take an interest, but it happened less frequently now. In fact, she hadn't had an opportunity to really flirt with anyone in over a year when Mike suddenly grew bold. She did miss the naughtiness and interplay, she had to admit.
Another thing was the fact she was getting older. Her body no longer looked like it had, even five years ago. Men still complimented her, but she saw herself every day in the mirror. Her ass was bigger than it had ever been and her hips wider. She didn't have a big ass, at least not yet, but if she gave up her workout routine or diet for even a week, she knew it would be balloonsville. She had always been busty and she had never lost the extra cup size she had gained when she had been pregnant with John. Her breasts had been very firm once upon a time, but now they sagged a bit, not a lot, but enough for her to be concerned about it. The laugh lines around her eyes and smile lines around the corners of her mouth were just a hair short of being wrinkles. A few grays had slipped into her sandy blonde hair; she had even found a gray in her pubes that very morning while showering.
Maybe that was it. Maybe she was just feared getting old and longing for her youth. Whatever it was, Mike was dangerous and she knew it.
Jill tried to put it out of her head and watched as Reed chipped. He hit it too softly, the ball landing on the hill and slowly rolling back to stop at his feet, perhaps two inches from where it had started. She saw Reed draw back, as if to hit the ball as hard as he could.
"Don't!"
He sighed heavily and smiled at her, the anger draining from his face and stance. Even with her warning he overcompensated and chipped onto one of the small hillocks at the back of the wide green.
