My Favorite Girl Pt. 01

Her cute little butt poking out and pointing my way was highly distracting as I tried to refocus and swing. If she didn't have the shorts on it would be hanging out for sure right now. She bent and pointed it my way as she teed up another. I watched her set up with good form then swing. I couldn't help but imagine her without the shorts on and what it would look like. I wasn't the only one looking, the ten other golfers at the range were also watching her swing.

I picked up my driver and switched sides so she was behind me before I continued. I liked the view but I needed to be focused on swinging at the moment so I didn't pull anything during the round. I put a lot of torque on my back, so I needed to make sure I was loose. I glanced back once more and watched her swing before I focused on myself.

I cranked on a few and was still hitting straight and true. I hit one fade then switched and hit one draw. Both did what they needed to do so I knew I was set. I walked back to the cart and put my clubs back into their proper spots in my bag. Emma skipped along and followed me once she noticed I was leaving for the cart. We were both done so we headed to the first tee and waited for the other duo to join us. It didn't take but a minute for Jack and Hank to join us near the starters' cart.

We introduced ourselves and where we were from. I could already tell Jack was pretty mellow and was out here to get away from the house and his wife for a while and enjoy the day. Hank was just the opposite and wanted to be the center of attention. I was here with Emma, so I was going to do as little as possible to interact with him.

"Alright," Hank called as we waited for the starter to clear us. "Let's make a wager on the round. I've got five hundred big ones to throw down on the round." He pulled out his money and tossed it on the seat of the cart. "Anyone else in?"

"I'll play," Jack offered. "Will you take a check though? It shouldn't bounce."

I chuckled with Jack as Hank shook his head in annoyance.

"What about you?" Hank asked me. "You in?"

"I don't play for money," I said.

"You afraid you'll lose?" Hank asked with overwhelming confidence. "I'll let you play with your handicap. Do you have one?"

"No," I said.

"I'll spot you one shot for every hole then. Is that ok, Jack?"

"No, I mean I don't have a handicap. I'm a scratch golfer."

"Oh," he smiled. "We have a real pro on our hands."

"No, I'm in college playing at the college level. That's also why I can't play for money or friendly wagers."

"That's too bad," he said. "I bet a college kid could use an extra grand."

"I don't really need the money either."

"A college kid not needing money?" he questioned. "That's something I've never heard of."

"He doesn't want to take your money," Jack joked.

"I'm going to make him work for it," Hank shot back. "If he wants to try and take it."

"How about if I win, you give her the money and if you win, she gives you the money?"

"That's a new one," Hank chuckled. "I've never seen a guy make his girlfriend pay his debts before."

"I don't want to get into trouble with school so this would be the only way," I said.

"I'm not going to tell on you," Hank said. "I just want to take your money."

"That's my offer," I said. "Take it or leave it."

"Jack?" he questioned.

"As long as someone gets paid at the end, who really cares how it happens," he replied.

"Good enough then," Hank said.

He pulled his driver out and looked at it before looking back at me.

"Since you're a pro, we should play from the black tees."

"Fine by me," I said. "What are we going to do on the ones where the tees are closed?"

"Hit from them anyway," he said smugly. "I'm a member, so they can kiss my butt if they don't like it."

He strutted up to the black tee box and spiked the ball, then took a few practice swings.

"So much for a fun round of golf," I said to Emma.

"Who cares about the bet," she offered. "Just go out there and have fun. Think of winning as an added bonus."

"I guess you're right," I sighed. "Let's have fun."

"Do you have the cash just in case?" she questioned.

"Not on me, but I have it."

"How come I couldn't be in on the bet?" she asked.

"I'm going to guess that because you have to play from the ladies tees that he wouldn't consider it a fair contest since you'd have a good fifty to a hundred yards on us every hole."

"Before we tee off," Hank interrupted us now. "You gotta pony up."

"She didn't bring any cash," I said. "She will square you up after if I lose."

"It's a double fee if you don't have cash on hand."

"How about we just don't bet," Emma hissed. "All I want to do is enjoy a round of golf."

"Alright," Hank said. "I'll take your word that you will pay up after if you lose."

"We good to go?" Hank asked the starter. He gave the thumbs up.

Hank walked back to the tee box and settled over the ball. He took an unhurried swing and sent the ball on its way. I was so annoyed over the bet I was now stuck in that I didn't even watch to see where the ball went. I was in college and betting was against the rules even if it was this innocent and I hated to break the rules. Before I realized it, Jack had hit and it was my turn.

I walked to the tee box and looked down the fairway. It was a subtle dogleg left with some sea grape trees that were about fifteen feet tall guarding the left side. The fairway then turned back to the right and went straight. The right side was guarded by some coconut palms and two bunkers. If I could hit it over the sea grapes and draw it back, I'd be good, but I wondered how far out the second bunker was.

I backed off and looked to try and get an estimate on it. Normally, I spent the first day walking the course and finding every measurement I needed before I even touched a club. Today I was just winging it and I didn't feel comfortable with that. I wanted to have fun, but I wanted to play well. If you're a golfer, you understand that every positive round builds on itself and every negative round does the same.

"How far out is that bunker on the right?" I asked. "The second one."

"265," Emma called.

"Yeah, about that," Jack agreed.

"Hey," Hank said to Jack. "Don't help out the enemy."

Jack shook his head. "He's not my enemy yet, he hasn't taken my money."

I walked back to the cart and looked at Emma. "How do you know that?"

She pointed to the GPS with a map of the hole and every landmark on it with distances to and from.

"Oh, duh," I said. "We don't get those when I golf. We don't even get to ride in a cart."

She giggled. "Go hit."

I walked back to the tee box, took a line, and confidently hit the ball left over the trees and watched it draw back to the right and land in the middle of the fairway, thirty yards past the bunker in question and fifty plus yards further than the other two balls already on the course. I heard Jack say to Hank that they were in trouble. I could hardly contain my smile as I walked back to the cart to drive Emma to the women's tee box.

We played the first few holes quickly but got clogged up behind a few other golfers on a short par three. That was a typical thing to happen on courses like these where people's skills ranged from great to hacker. We had to sit and wait a few minutes for everything to clear out. Hank was on the phone to the clubhouse complaining about the slow pace. He was already down three shots and wasn't too happy about it.

"So, last night was interesting," Emma started.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "I can't believe everyone goes home so early around here."

"Jason," she giggled. "You know what I'm talking about."

"Ummm, not really. Can you refresh my memory?"

"Last night, in bed," she giggled again.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry I took your side of the bed. I didn't know you called dibs."

She shook her head and laughed a little. "I meant what happened after that."

"Sorry I was snoring, but I warned you beforehand."

"Yeah, and you left a few things off the list too."

I tilted my head and looked at her questioningly. "Like what?"

"Your hands like to wander."

"They do?"

"Jason!" she sassed in her sing song voice. "Quit playing dumb."

"I remember rubbing your tummy, but I fell asleep pretty quickly after that," I continued the lie.

"You grabbed my boobs too," she whispered.

"I did?"

"Yes, you liar." She slapped me softly and wagged her finger at me. "You were a bad boy." She was so cute trying to look mad, but it was all a joke.

"Did you try and stop me?" I asked in a teasing way.

"Yes! When you tried to get into my panties."

"Well," I said. "At least I wasn't touching your boobs anymore."

Her mouth hung open as she sassed me again. "Jason! That's not the point. You were bad."

"Well...... sorry Em."

"I liked the tummy rub and..." she trailed off.

"And?" I questioned as I looked at her and wondered where this was going.

"I like getting my boobs touched, but it shouldn't be by you though. I'm not your girlfriend."

"Those two think you are," I offered referring to Hank and Jack. "I can pretend if you want me to."

She looked at them and shook her head. Hank was on the phone still; Jack was sitting in the cart with his feet up smoking his expensive cigar.

"Anyways," she said turning back to me. "It was nice that you rubbed my tummy and maybe you can still do that, but the boobs should probably be off limits. I liked it but...... my body doesn't know it's you touching it. It's been a while since......"

"So, pretend I'm....... wait-what? Been a while since what?" I questioned.

"I shouldn't have said that part," she blushed. "Forget I said that part."

"It's already been said. You might as well explain it."

She was a little red as she sighed and looked ahead at first then back to me. "It's been a while since I've.... you know.... been with a guy."

"So, you like girls," I teased. "So what? Who doesn't these days?"

"Jason," she sassed. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

"How long has it been?" I asked carefully. "Don't tell me if you don't feel comfortable."

"Oh gosh," she sighed as she thought. She was still red as she sat there thinking about it and whether she wanted to tell me or not.

She sighed again. "Don't laugh at me, but it's been since November."

"Jeez," I sighed. "Do you need a pair of my boxers to get you through?"

"Eww! No! I'll pass, thank you very much."

"Hey, the panties helped me through my dry spell."

"Yuck."

"Why has it been so long?" I asked.

"I don't know," she sighed and shrugged. "I just...... I wanna...... I don't know what I'm looking for anymore. You sleep with a few guys and you're a slut, you don't sleep with the guys and you are stuck up. You find a boyfriend and he cheats. It's like a cycle that I don't want to be a part of anymore. I can't wait for school to be over. Right now, I'm the stuck-up bitch who doesn't put out."

"You almost need an out of town booty call. Fly out, have fun, then go back to school."

"What are you suggesting?" she asked.

"Nothing," I replied shaking my head. "I was just thinking out loud. I understand what you are going through but I don't have the perspective you have. I'm a guy so I'm supposed to chase tail. And I don't really even chase it, it kind of falls in my lap. I'd be happy finding a girl and staying put, but like you said, people always cheat. That's why I'm not attached to anyone in particular. They can come and go as they please and that's the way I plan to keep it for now. It's less complicated without expectations."

"Sometimes I wish I were a guy," she said.

"No, you don't," I replied quickly. "Having one of these things is a pain in the ass." I glanced towards my dick as I spoke.

"Have you seen what comes out of one of these things every month?" she questioned and referred to her vagina.

"Well?" I thought out loud.

"Hey," Jack called back to us. "We got one more left to putt then we go."

"No problem," I called.

"You're up first too."

"I know."

I looked back at Emma sitting in the cart next to me. "Sorry I touched your boobs last night, Em. I got a little carried away."

"It's my fault," she said. "I should have stopped you, but it felt good to be touched by someone other than myself."

"Still," I said as I looked at the range card and the GPS above to plan my next shot. "I'm sorry I put you in that predicament."

"You can still touch me if you want to...... but only if my skin is exposed."

My head snapped around as I looked at her to see if she was joking or not. The way she said it had an uncertainness to it but the look on her face right now was dead serious. I studied her to see if she was for real or not, but I couldn't tell.

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

She spoke softly but with a certainness in her voice. "Only with your hands or fingers, only on the parts of my skin that aren't covered by my clothing and only while we are here on this vacation. Once we go home you can't touch me anymore. If you are ok with touching me that is?"

"Hey, you're up," Hank called. "Let's go."

I was rattled by her offer as I sat there and looked at her. I was waiting for her to pull the rug out from under me and laugh her ass off. I stepped out of the cart but still looked at her and waited for her to laugh. Her face never broke from its serious look as I watched her.

"I'll ah...... have to get back to you... after I hit this shot."

"I'm being serious, Jay," she said straight faced. "If you are ok with it."

"Hold on," I said. "Give me a minute so you can have my full attention again."

I stepped away and selected the five iron to hopefully carry the one hundred and ninety yards to the green over the pond. I had to take a moment to compose myself after what she had just said. I could touch her all I wanted but only if her skin was exposed. What did she mean by that? If she wanted me to touch her tits would she walk around topless?

Hey, the golfing side of my brain called. Quit thinking about her and focus on the shot you need to make to keep Hank wishing he hadn't made a bet with you. It's one hundred and ninety yards, slight tail wind, over water, slightly downhill with bunkers front, left, and back. The safe side is right, but the pin is left center. The range card showed the green sloped hard back to front and left to right. The pin looks like it's on the only flat spot on the green with ten feet, give or take, of flatness.

I looked again then piled up a small pile of grass and set the ball on it. Sometimes I used a tee and sometimes I didn't. My gut told me to use the grass pile. I set up, relaxed, felt the breeze kick up at my back a little but the flag was still flat. I swung and sent it flying. The strike was solid as the ball took flight and flew high into the air. It hit the apex then dropped quickly towards the green where it hit the slope in front of the pin, bounced up, spun, and stopped about a foot away from the hole.

"Jesus," Jack called. "Nice shot."

"Thanks," I said as I filled the chunk of grass I took with some sand.

I was shocked I had hit it so well with all the shit bouncing around in my head. I cleaned my club then put it back into its spot in my bag before having a seat next to Emma. I didn't know where to begin or what to ask her right now. I looked over at her as she smiled at me.

"Nice shot, Jay."

"Thanks."

I started to watch Jack set up then looked at Emma. "Are you screwing with me?" I whispered.

"No," she whispered back. "But don't be all grabby and perverted with me. Be appropriate."

"How is this even going to work?" I questioned. "If you want me to touch your boobs are you going to take your top off and be like, here they are, come touch them?"

She smiled and tried to remain quiet as Jack swung and landed his shot in the front bunker. It hit the firm sand and rolled so at least he wasn't buried in it.

"I was thinking like, when we are in bed together or something, then you can touch me. Or like, at the beach or the pool maybe. You know, when there aren't a lot of people around...... and if my skin is not covered by my clothing. I'm not going to take off my clothes and say the playground is open, come play."

I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little at that. She giggled softly too.

"What about now?" I asked. "Hypothetically? You have skin out right now. Your legs are exposed."

"If you feel the need to touch my leg then go for it," she offered.

"But your hand better stop right here," she said and pointed to the spot her skirt sat on her legs.

I nodded as Hank was taking aim and setting up for his shot.

"What about the room with your parents around?" I whispered.

"If it's dark in there then it's fine. Besides, we have one more night together then we move out."

"Alright," I whispered. "I'll just let you decide what and when it's ok and when it's not. How about that?"

"Perfect," she smiled her perfect smile. "And that just made this moment even more perfect."

I looked out at what she was looking at. Hank slammed his club into the ground and kicked the grass as he walked towards the cart. I looked at the green and only saw two white balls, mine near the pin and Jack's in the sand. There were the telltale signs on the pond as the waves rippled out from the impact of his ball. He was ten feet short of making it over the pond and twenty yards short of the green.

"Sucker," Emma whispered as he pushed his club back into the bag.

"Don't count your money just yet," I smiled at her. "We still have the back nine."

*

"To the man who beat, Hank," the bar tender cheered. "Here's one on the house." He slid me a beer down the bar.

"I'm not old enough to drink," I said.

"Drinking age is eighteen around here," he smiled.

"No it's not," I chuckled. "I used to live in Florida."

"Today it is. Drink up man, nobody cares what goes on around here. Just don't steal anything or kill anybody and you'll be fine. The only thing that matters is that you beat Hank."

"Word gets around quick," I smiled and sat at the bar.

"He's in here every day bragging about beating this guy and winning this amount. I'm so sick and tired of hearing about it. Finally, I get a day of peace."

"Has anybody beaten him before?" Emma asked.

"A couple of times, but it's been a while since it's happened," the bar tender answered. "And for him to get beat by five is flipping awesome."

"I had a good day," I sighed. "Tomorrow, I might lose by five so who knows."

"Still, people around here are going to remember this for a while."

I shrugged and took a sip of my free beer.

"You'd be a legend if you can get her to talk to you," he pointed softly at someone behind me.

I turned and looked at the mid-forties woman walking in to find a table to sit at. I studied her for a moment and picked up on two things right away. She was not dressed for golf or did not strike me as a golfer and she did not have a ring on. She was fairly attractive for her age, but not something I would be interested in. She would be interesting to a lot of the guys her age and some of the tourists here looking for a hook up.

She was a local most likely and probably got hit on all the time which was why she was here. This bar was mostly out of the way unless you knew about it or were a golfer. She didn't want to be bothered and was happy to come in for a drink and drink it alone. I did get the impression that if you did get to know her, she was a very pleasant person, but getting past her guard was the hard part and meant I probably needed to say no to this challenge.

"One accomplishment per day is all I can muster right now," I said.

"Oh, come on," Emma jumped on board now. "I thought you said you had five girlfriends back home."

"It's only four," I hissed. "And they aren't my girlfriends, they are friends that are girls."