“It’s not funny. How the hell am I supposed to throw this thing?” She pouted.
“Let me show you. You have to start from where it landed.”
We walked the short distance to where the disc landed, and River picked it up.
I eased up behind her, and she slightly jumped.
“Damn, you smell good.” I inhaled her scent. She smelled like them damn cookies, and maybe that was why I was so addicted to them and her. I dropped a quick kiss on her neck.
“Coye.” She giggled. “Focus.”
I did as she said before my dick ended the date before we got started.
“My bad. Couldn’t help it.” I reached for her hand that held the disc, and it seemed like the world around us disappeared. I enjoyed the feeling of our bodies being pressed together as her sweet scent filled my nostrils.
I felt it the moment River’s breathing changed. She was just as affected as I was.
“Coye,” she whispered. “Are you going to show me?”
I bit my lip, and my dick jumped at the seductiveness in her tone.
“I’ll show you whatever you want me to, River,” I whispered in her ear. I kissed her ear, then inhaled. I needed to focus on the task at hand before someone came this way and caught us in a compromising position. “Okay. It’s all in the twist of your hips and leg movements. Let me show you.”
I took the disc from her hand, then showed her how to throw it properly. I wasn’t worried about the rules, so I grabbed the other disc and let her try it from where we stood, instead of picking up the one I threw.
I stood back, and this time, when she threw it, it went much further.
“I did it!” She jumped and clapped her hands.
I smiled at her and walked near her. “Good girl,” I said, then pecked her lips.
We continued on the course, and each time, River’s throw improved. Since it was her first time, I chose a shorter course with only nine holes instead of eighteen.
An hour and some change later, we were at a nearby diner to get breakfast.
“That was fun,” River said after we gave the waitress our order.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
I sat across from her in a circular booth at the back of the diner. I made sure to face the door, just as Pop Dean taught us. He emphasized that a man should never have his back to the door, especially when he was with a woman. We needed to be aware of our surroundings at all times.
“How did you get into it?” She glanced around the restaurant and leaned forward. “I noticed we were the only two black people out there,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, most of us don’t play or even know about it. But to answer your question, a customer mentioned it to me one day. He and a few of his buddies play all the time, and one weekend, he invited me. I ended up liking it, and it became a hobby for me. You see how physical that shit is.”
River leaned back against the seat and picked up her cup of water. I watched her lips wrap around the straw as she took a sip. The simplest shit she did turned me on.
“Yes. It feels like every muscle in my body hurts.”
“I can give you a massage when we leave here if you want.”
I wasn’t even trying to be on no freaky shit, but if it happened, so be it.
She rolled her shoulders back, then stretched her arms over her head.
“I think that’s a good idea.”
“I got you.”
