*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manor. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. All character's involved in sexual activity are 18 or older.*
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-------------------------- Tuesday, the third week of May, two months later ----------------------
"Come on, come on, pick up," I danced with excitement.
"Jason!" Emma cheered as she finally answered the phone.
"Guess what?" I called.
"You made it?" she guessed.
"I made it!" I cried.
"Alright!" she cheered loudly. "You made it."
I could hear some chatter in the background so I assumed she must be at work.
"He made it to the Open," she called out to whoever was around.
I could hear some cheers and clapping before she returned her attention back to me. "Everyone in the smoothie shop is happy for you."
"Well... don't tell them, but I didn't make it to the Open just yet," I said. "I just made it through the first round of cuts. I've got regional qualifying in a couple of weeks. That's where the dream died the last time."
"Oh," she said a little let down. "Well... you're going to crush it and make it this time. I know you will."
"I sure hope so," I sighed.
"You will," she said firmly.
"Ok," I laughed a little. "I was just calling to let you know. I'll call you later if I've got time."
"Wait," she called.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Hold on," she said to me then pulled the phone away and spoke to somebody else. "I'm going outside for a second."
"Let me walk outside," she said to me again. "Hang on until I'm outside."
There was a pause before she returned her attention to me and the phone call.
"We should celebrate."
"Ok?" I questioned. "How would you like to do that?"
"Well," she started. "Remember that time when you said I should get an out of town booty call? Fly in, have some fun, then fly out."
"I was just thinking out loud, but I remember that," I said with my smile.
"Well......?" she hinted.
I laughed and put on the best cheeky British accent that I could muster. "Ah, do you fancy a fuck now do ya?"
She started laughing right away and tried a British accent of her own. "Ah, I do. Fuck me on your bonnet."
We were both laughing now as we realized how terrible we were at this fake accent thing. I was drawing some attention as I sat at a table and had a bite to eat.
"What the heck is a bonnet?" I finally managed to ask.
"The hood of a car, I think."
We laughed again before sighing and calming down.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Phone sex, texts, and pictures not getting the job done?"
"No," she giggled. "They aren't the problem. My fingers are raw and pinky needs new batteries."
"Bad girl," I chuckled.
"I know. You better spank me."
"Come on then," I teased. "When did you want to come?"
"In your bed while I'm riding you," she said slyly.
"No," I chuckled. "I said when do you want to come, not where."
"Oh!" she roared with laughter again. I couldn't help but laugh with her.
"That does sound good though," I laughed still.
"What's your schedule like? How busy are you?"
"Well," I sighed as I settled down and thought about what was ahead. "Pretty busy. I've got golf Thursday to Saturday, a few exams Monday, some on Wednesday, and one on Friday morning. Golf practice every day in between that. Then, probably more golf the Monday after that."
"Ok," she said a little let down. "So......?"
"You graduate in like two weeks," I said. "Do you want to wait until then... or?"
"I already graduated and walked. You missed that, remember?"
"I know, I'm sorry. I couldn't leave. I tried but coach said no. Please don't hold that over my head. I really tried."
"I already forgave you," she sighed but still had the hurt in her voice. "I was just disappointed you weren't there."
"I was too, Em. But I can't come and go as I please, you know that."
"It's ok," she sighed again.
"Emma," I said sincerely. "I'm truly sorry I wasn't there."
"I know," she said and let her anger go for now. "But we can't fool around at the party anyway. I'd love to spend the whole weekend with you, but the family will be there, and some friends, and...... it's not the most ideal situation. You know?"
"I get it. And, I hate to tell you this... but I might not make it to the graduation party either."
"What?!"
"Well... if I, or we, do good enough these next couple of days, we will be golfing at the end of the month for the title," I replied.
She sighed a very disappointed and long sigh. I could feel the hurt even without words.
"Listen," I started and tried to soften the blow. "Let me call your dad and talk it over with him. I'll convince him to move your party until I can be there. Is that ok with you? I don't want to miss being there, but if we make it into the championships, I have to go. I don't have a choice."
"Don't act like you don't want to go," she hissed a little.
"No, I do. But I want to be there to see you celebrate everything you worked so hard for. I know your dad has all these things planned but if I talk to him and he agrees to move it, are you willing to wait?"
"Well yeah. If it gets you home for it then yes. I'll wait until next year if I have to. I want you to be there."
"It won't be that long of a wait," I assured her. "Let me call him later and we can figure it out. In the meantime, tell me when you want to come to see me."
"You sound like you have a lot going on," she said. "It's a dumb idea anyway. I shouldn't have said that."
"Emma," I said firmly. "For you, I don't have anything else that's more important. It's a small window but next Friday and Saturday I will, for sure, be on campus. I can't promise anything beyond that."
"If you can't then you can't," she said with an undertone to it. "I don't have to come. It's just... it's been a while and I miss... you. I miss talking to you, seeing you, being around you... and, I miss sex."
"There's nothing else I'd rather do right now then hang out with you. I miss you too."
"Right," she said sarcastically.
"I do," I responded quickly. "Why do you say it like that?"
"Because," she said carefully. "I know I'm not the only girl. But..."
"You're right," I cut her off now. "You're not. But... you are the only one that I really do care about. And, I don't need to be the only guy for you either."
"I was going to say that I have to learn to get over that," she continued. "And I'm not trying to make you my only guy, but you know how I feel. Two more weeks and my internship will be done and I will be going home. Maybe I'll find a hot guy there."
"But I won't be home yet," I joked.
She giggled now. "I said a hot guy."
"Wow," I laughed. "Ouch. I have to go patch up my bruised ego now."
"You, please?"
"Alright," I said and turned the conversation back to her coming to visit me. "I'll buy you a plane ticket in for Friday afternoon after my exam. I'll pick you up and we can hang out together and do whatever. The rest gets kind of confusing. If we win this week, we will be in the championships. I'm assuming we will leave for California on Sunday morning, so you would have to leave Saturday evening or Sunday morning on your own."
"If we lose, you can fly in on Friday as planned, I can pack my room up and we can go wherever you want to go. School will be over and I won't have anything to do until the following week when regional qualifying starts."
"That's not confusing at all," she sighed. "That doesn't even sound worth it."
"It's worth it. To see you, an hour would be worth it. I'm buying you a ticket, are you going to get on the plane or not?"