She swings, albeit a little clunky, but definitely better than beginners. “Was that good?”
“Here,” I start and move so I’m behind her.Again, bad idea!But I’m once again committed to this. Angie’s head and eyes follow my movements until I’m behind her and she can no longer see me. I swallow roughly and place my feet on either side of hers and place my hands on her hips to help her with the movement. “A lot of the movement starts with your hips,” I tell her as I move her hips side to side. My body is on fire and when I think she’s got this movement, I bring my arms around front and place my hands on hers, showing her how to grip it. “And then with your hands like this.” I demonstrate with a swing. The movement has pulled me closer with us moving together, which is an uncomfortable position to be in. Well, for me at least as she rubs against my crotch on every swing. We do the motion a few times until Ithink she’s got it. “Do you think you’re ready to hit the ball?” I ask low.
“What?” Angie asks.
I kiss the side of her neck and disconnect my body from hers, coming back around to stand in front of her. I’m hoping she can’t see the imprint of my dick through my shorts. “I asked if you’re ready to hit the ball.”
“Oh,” she squeaks out as her bright eyes meet mine. “Yeah. Let’s get this thing going.”
“Okay.” I place the ball back on the tee and take a step away. “Eyes on the ball.”
Angie takes a deep breath and scoots closer to the tee. I stand off to the side and watch as she enters a state of focus. I’ve seen this look on her a couple of times and that’s when she plays the piano. Thinking about this time sends more than a tingle of awareness and arousal through me as I remember last night on the couch.
My mind comes back to the golf course when Angie squares up, takes a deep breath, and swings—managing to get some very decent air under the ball and landing a few feet from where my ball landed.
“Well, shit,” I say when I finally find my voice.
“Was that good?”
“Ang, for your first time on a golf course… I—yes, that was better than good.”
“Thank you.”
“Were you picturing anyone specific when you hit the ball?” I ask as we head to the gold cart.
She purses her lips and tilts her head back and forth as she thinks. “Maybe?”
“Don’t get on your bad side—noted.”
We hop back in the golf cart after I shake myself out of the shock and drive to where our balls landed.
As we’re drivingup to the tenth hold, Angie speaks up. “Can we play a game?”
“Is golf not considered a game?” I ask.
“Yes. But I was thinking something a little more exciting.”
I look over at her when we get to the tenth hole and see her holding in a laugh. “Fine. What did you have in mind?”
“Two truths and a lie? I figure this would be a better way for us to get to know each other.”
I hop out of the golf cart and round toward Angie’s side and take my golf club she’s holding. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
“You can go first,” she tells me.
“Thank you. Hmm.” I think about my two truths and a lie as I set my tee in the ground and place my ball on top. “Oh, I got it. One, an agent approached me about representation to play professionally. Two, I didn’t kiss a girl until my third year of college. And three, I majored in communications.”
I look back at Angie and she nods for me to take my turn. I watch as the ball hits the ground and rolls an extra couple of feet toward the hole and turn back to Angie.
“Huh,” she thinks about my truths and a lie. “Well, based on how you golf, I’d say the year to play on the PGA tour is a truth. I’m weirdly sensing that you double-majored in communicationsandgraphic design, so that’s a bit of a truth and a lie. And I’ve kissed you, so I know you have way more experience than a first kiss in college while in your twenties, so that must be the lie.”
I stop in front of her and lift her chin, so we’re eye-to-eye. Her blue eyes sparkle with life and I think she’s alsogotten a little kick out of her guesses. “Hmm. You’re right. My first kiss wasn’t until my final year of college.”
I knock the surprise off her face with a breath-stealing kiss. My hand wraps around the back of her neck, anchoring her to me as I devour her. Angie welcomes my tongue tangling with hers with a moan that reverberates down to my toes and my other hand presses on her lower back, pushing her into my erection. She whimpers as she feels the effect she has on me and I welcome the sting on my scalp as Angie tugs on my hair. Her hands slide into the back pockets of my shorts and she uses that motion to lock us together. With the pressure, my dick gets a little reprieve, but only so much. I break the kiss and trail kisses down her neck and chest, but someone whistling in the distance douses cold water on us, effectively breaking us apart.
My forehead rests against her chest while I catch my breath and the added feel of her hands running through my hair does the trick. Until it doesn’t and I get aroused all over again. “Well, for a late bloomer, you’ve certainly got my stamp of approval.”
I chuckle and place a kiss on her neck before pulling away from her. “Go hit the ball, you tease.”
