I stood to the side, silently waiting for the ball to drop.
Samantha stood over about a 5 foot putt. "Routine," I thought to myself. We are supposed to make these if we want to play here. Samantha was certainly a great golfer. She was 2 under at the 17th, tied with me.
We were both safe from the first round cuts, meaning playing tomorrow for the final round was a near certainty. What wasn't certain were our playing partners. If we tied, it was super likely that we would be paired again. And God, did I ever want to be paired with her again! Samantha took her stroke, and the ball fell into the cup after a great roll. She pumped her fist, excited and getting more and more competitive as the day went on. The trash talk was pumping her up, but having a much different effect on me.
"One more to play, sweetheart!" she looked up and made eye contact with me.
We picked up our bags and started down the short path towards 18. She was teasing me, and I knew my focus was gone. The 18th hole had a small creek running left to right across the fairway, and there was some officiating at the tee box.
"190 to the water ladies, 210 to carry it.". He told us he was more interested in our skirts than helping our game.
It was odd for an official to give you the distance in an "official" round, but I just smiled, said thank you, and pulled my skirt down to hide what he wanted to see. Samantha had no issues with his eyes and set her bag down on the side of the tee area, and I followed. I teed the ball low and pulled out my 5-iron. I couldn't hit far enough to clear the creek, so a lay-up was needed. Samantha walked by to get behind me and stopped suddenly to whisper. "Come on, Hannah, let's make this one interesting. The furthest ball wins." She smiled a cocky ass little grin, and I knew my face was red.
"I can't go that far," I said aloud, totally beating myself up for ruining the little moment we could have had if I whispered some smart comeback to her. "I'm playing it safe."
She continued on and walked past me, and I tried to refocus on the shot. A little more left than I wanted, but safe on the short grass. Samantha's little mind games were working, but not affecting my game--just maybe my other senses. Samantha had a driver in her hand and stepped up to hit. She swung really hard and smoothly, but the distance seemed to me too great to carry. We lost sight of the ball near the far bank of the creek. Even the official crained his old neck to see it, but no luck. A little trash talk was in order, as there was no chance she was going to find that ball. I walked alongside her, and like a bitch, I asked, "What was the prize for that longest ball? I mean, the ball still in play, of course." She shot me a mostly playfully hateful look, and we exchanged a smile. "I'll help you look, Samantha," I quickly added to make sure she knew we were cool. "Oh, I'll make sure to pay up," she said with a little spice in her words. Maybe I was imagining that flirt, though. Like I always seem to do with gorgeous women. I found mine in no trouble, and I walked up a few yards to find her facing me and smiling. Her ball was a good yard and a half past the far bank of the small creek. "That's me, babe," she taunted.
"Wow. I've never been able to clear that hazard!" I told her truthfully. "I've been a member here for nearly three years and have only seen maybe two girls ever get the ball this far and stay in bounds!".
"Maybe if you'd use the weight sets and not just the little yoga mats, you'd hit it further!" she scolded me. It was true that while we were both around the same height, Samantha was thicker than me and strong for her size. I would have guessed 130 pounds. I've always been more petite. I weigh about 110 right now, and that's an improvement for my 5-foot frame. The weight is hard for me to gain, and I'm proud of my body. Even from the gap between us, Samantha's tight blue Nike shirt shows off some great and much bigger breasts. My little white and pink golf outfit was cute, but the body under it didn't attract the same attention. Samantha looked great. Shit, I am still out, meaning it was my shot. The rest of the hole was good; both of us made our short putts for par. She was happy with the score, and I was just happy we would be playing together again tomorrow. We shook hands and turned our scorecards in to the table, and the official had us sign each other's cards. I felt bold enough to give Samantha a short hug at the end, and I enjoyed the physical contact between us a little too much. Samantha noted our tie before I said anything and asked me if I thought we would be paired again tomorrow.
"That would be great!" I said genuinely. "I enjoyed playing with you. You're a great player."
"I'll text you when the list for tomorrow is posted on the club's Facebook page tonight." She replied and smiled warmly. "Let me put my number in your phone." I never do anything with grace around pretty girls, and this time was no different. As soon as I unlocked my phone to hand it to her, the last TikTok I had watched played right away. It was a great video of Grace Harris swinging a golf club. Yup, that's right--the hot Grace Harris. It's a lot of boobs.
"Hey, hey!" Samantha laughed. "I love that video!" I was immediately fumbling to swipe up to get it off my screen. Samantha was enjoying this mistake by me and clearly loving my embarrassment more.
"She's hot," Samantha said plainly. "I've watched a lot of her videos."
"Really?" I asked. She was a staple of my TikTok account. "Are you gay?" I asked like an absolute idiot. "I mean, fuck, I'm sorry, I just meant..." Samantha cut me off with a smile and relaxed her posture. It was just the two of us standing next to the clubhouse doors as the sun was getting low.
"I'm actually bi." She looked me right in the eyes.
"Oh." That was all I had in me to say. Such an idiot.
"Are you gay?" She asked me back with far more grace and kindness than I had mustered up asking her.
"Umm. Yeah, bi is probably a fine way to put it right now. I guess I don't know." My face was hot and my knees were very unsteady.
"Interesting," she said, smiling at my embarrassed state. I could have crawled out of my actual skin. She finished putting her phone number on my phone. "Thanks for a great round today. I hope we get to play together tomorrow." She handed me the phone back and grabbed her gear to head inside.
"Yeah, it was really fun!" I managed to almost come back to life. I sent her a text with my name so she could save it to her phone. I heard the chime of her phone and saw her smile back at me as she turned and started walking inside towards the ladies locker room. I kicked the grass off my shoes, gathered my bag, and realized my backpack was in my locker with my car keys in it. I headed through the glass doors to the ladies locker room and headed in to grab my stuff. The ladies locker room was a clean and nice spot at the club, and my locker was in the middle of three sections for members. I had a bottom locker; some ancient old woman had the top locker due to seniority. As I closed my locker door to leave, I saw Samantha leaving the showers wrapped in a club towel. Our club is great for its members, and they were doing me another favor by having towels that certainly were not too large. I took a mental note to not look too long, but turned to say goodnight to her as she headed towards her locker in the first section. The lockers are not labeled, so many members don't know whose locker is which other than those around them and their own. Her face lit up, and we talked for a short time as she stood in front of my area with just a towel around her skin and another towel wrapped in her hair. It brought back some memories of high school tennis locker rooms that I rather enjoyed.
"Oh, and please do not forget I outdrove you today on that last hole, sweetie," she teased. "You really made par after that layup too!"
"Oh yeah. I can't believe you made it across. I've really only thought the boys or tour players could do that. Not me!" I laughed with her, enjoying the fact she was lingering in this state of undress.
"Well, have a great night, Hannah!" she laughed, and she walked away to finish her routine. I walked towards the exit, past her locker, making a mental note of which one was hers. I hoped to every goddess above that I wasn't fully breaking my neck to look when the towel she was wearing fell to the floor. My phone went off about 8:30 as I was eating a bowl of something terrible I made, and the TV was playing in the background. I scooted my ass off the phone that had been under me, and my heart jumped at the name on the screen.
SAMANTHA🖤
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I swiped over to Facebook, and sure enough, she and I were together once more. The leaderboard was not kind to us, and even at -2, we were barely in the running for the club championship. Maybe just a day to enjoy her company and competition. One more text came through, from her again, and I read it with fear and a very familiar sensation running through me.
SAMANTHA🖤
