David moved into my condo five weeks ago a week after his college commencement ceremony. He got to walk across the stage that day, but he didn't receive his 'sheepskin', as he had to finish one last required class for his degree. So he had to take a summer school class. When he moved he had no furniture to bring from his old dorm room. His largest items were his free weights set, a stereo and a television. He really didn't have all that many clothes so it was easy for him to take over the closet in the guest room.
But he never spent a night in that room. He slept every night with me in my queen-sized bed in the master bedroom.
David had offered to pay me rent several times. I would just smile and said he could once he finished his last course and got a real job. Then he teasingly turned that back on me by calling me his 'Sugar Momma' and that if he did start paying me he'd be paying for my 'services'. Instead of being insulted it only made our relationship more exciting. I was jokingly his 'lady of the night' of the now.
Of course the financial conversation usually took place on a Sunday morning as he pulled a sizable wad of cash out of his pants. "Its not like I don't get paid a good bit now." He'd say as he'd hold up the bills, some of them hundred dollar bills and purposely flaunt them in front of me. "I still can't believe women pay me just to take my clothes off and gyrate in front of them."
Women not only paid him, but they paid him very well. He was still dancing as personal male entertainment a job had started a few months ago to help pay part of his tuition and other expenses. He had become well sought after for select women-only parties. It was very discreet and he was managed by an agency that was careful to provide no names and kept out of the mainstream social scene. Some days though he made me think he should forget about getting a so called '9 to 5' job once he actually was out of school. He sometimes could work a weekend of 1-2 hour sessions and make more than most people his age would earn in a week.
Yes, I felt jealous on occasion. But the thong he wore under any outfit never came off at those parties. I trusted him. Now I wasn't a fool. I know that monster of a manhood of his didn't avoid all stimulation and partially rose to the occasion under than thin strip of cloth, enough to make the women hunger for more, and hand him more cash at the end of the night. But I knew he brought that manhood home to 'me' every night. I was the one he made love to. I knew I was the woman the others were to be jealous of.
I still could not believe it sometimes. But every morning when I woke up with a huge smile on my face after a long night of lovemaking and seeing my naked young lover lying next to me, I knew it was real.
David had changed my life.
From that first memorable handjob I gave him at Jenna Copeland's lingerie party a couple of months ago, where he was the evening entertainment, to bringing him to my bed for our first frantic romp that night, little did we know where it would lead. Soon we were living together. We had the greatest time together, on all levels...and yes, the sex was the hottest I had experienced in my entire life. He had gone from a weekend fantasy to being a relationship of such complete compatibility.
So David and I had been together for sometime now, but I had to admit for the first couple of weeks of being with David I had a drug addict's withdrawals for the taste and pleasure of another woman. It was not hard to understand, since I had solely been with women for the last three years. I had been with just the one, MacKenzie, for the last eight months before David had come along. In fact, I found the desire for a woman so strong one night in my dreams, a few weeks ago, that I escaped to the guest room to bring myself off sobbing into my clenched hand.
And that was that. The urge had been satisfied.
Now I was so totally focused on the man in my life. David Smalley.
It was nearing David's birthday, he would be twenty-two, and I wanted to surprise him with a sexy gift. Racking my brain for just the right thing, a naughty seed of an idea finally came to me at midweek. I had learned early in our relationship David was intensely competitive when it came to sports. He had been a wrestler since middle school. I don't know how many matches he'd won in his time, but he did have a lot of medals and trophies to show for it. That was one whole box of stuff he'd carried over from his dorm. He was an athlete and it was not in his nature to play soft, much like his intensity when he made love to me, he was a mad man, but always very focused. So I thought of a way to combine his sporting enthusiasm and our mutual enthusiasm for pleasing one another. I planned a sexy round of golf.
I myself played golf only intermittently during most of the year. However, since as a teacher I had summers off, I would play at least twice a week. I played in at least one league during the week and a few of the girls usually met on weather-friendly Saturday mornings when we were off traveling on vacations or such. I knew David played as I'd seen the set of clubs amongst his college possessions. David and I had not played a round together as yet surprisingly what with his class during the week and his working Friday and Saturday's. I decided for his birthday on Monday we'd finally play together. But before this round I needed to get a new golf outfit. I had to, to better play into the other half of my intentions, getting him so hot on the course he'd have to make love to me and with all that extraordinary competitiveness he'd want to strive for a hole-in-one with me.
Shopping for my golf outfit was fun. I had to find just the right combination of sexiness and comfort to tease him and still play a competitive round of golf. After hitting the mall and every store there, I ended up at the local golf outlet and tried on six outfits before I found just the right one. I purchased a short white skirt to set off my long tanned legs and a bright thin cotton yellow blouse just tight enough to highlight my smaller assets but not too tight to restrict my golf swing. The most fun was heading back to the mall to find just the right underwear to go with the outfit. I must have looked through a hundred pairs of panties before my fingers fondled the thinnest and skimpiest pair of white cotton undies I had every seen or felt. They weren't quite a thong, but still less than a French-cut brief. I made this last purchase and drove home with a wide smile on my moist red lips. But they were not as moist as the lips down between my legs by then.
*****
As Monday approached, my excitement had mounted to the point I could think of little else. I was in a state of almost permanent arousal. I got up that morning and went to pee, leaving my young lover in bed. When I came back I saw him laying there with his eyes watching me.
"Did you have a good night's sleep?" I asked.
"I did," he said, "and had a very nice dream, too."
"Was I in it?"
"Uh-huh. It was actually you and me out playing golf."
"It was?" I went to my dresser trying to be nonchalant about this coincidence. I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He smiled at me as he rose up on his elbow and continued to stare at me. "We were playing golf huh? We've never played together? Do you want to play with me? Think you can compete with me?" I almost choked with the confidence.
"Sure, and I think I can hold my own. I've been playing since I was fourteen."
"Actually," I smiled and lay back down on the bed next to him, "I made a tee time for us today. Its part of my birthday present to you." I stroked his stomach through the sheet.
"I guess we better get going then. We have just over two hours before we tee off." David said with a contemplative look then he busted out in a childish grin. "Okay, I have to be honest. I saw your clubs sitting in the closet and as I was admiring that cool putter of yours I saw the paper propped on the side of your bag with tee time."
"Why you!" I grunted initially in real disgust, but then when I saw his manhood stirring under the covers I thought better of it. "I assume your putter is ready for a round today?" My fingers circled down the sheet until they were over his growing member. He quivered under my fingertips as I grabbed him full in my hand. "But, I suppose you are looking for an early hole in one." I teased.
"You read my mind." He grabbed me and rolled over on top of my naked body.
