Chapter 4: Co-Ed Golf

Miss teacher S, hereafter addressed as Ruth, is very kind, very kissable, and her plump pussy is very fuckable. She is passionate and I like her a lot. I refuse her gifts of money after the first time, and I don’t wait for her to call for service. I initiate weekly calls on my own, because I miss her. I’m not in love with her, but I cherish her. I tell myself I don’t pity her, and pity has nothing to do with my visiting her for sex. I really enjoy sex with her, and even dream sexy dreams of her, waking up with an erection.

It is sad, she never married and had a family, though she wanted one, and now in her early to mid forties, never likely to. Faye never married either and I doubt ever will, but that’s her own choice. She’s a magnet for male attention, and enjoys shooting them down. Ruth never attracted any suitors, and won’t. She claims, throughout her entire life, she’s only had one boyfriend, me. She loves me dearly, and is ecstatically happy if I unexpectedly show up out of the blue.

Why won’t I take money from her? Faye asks the same question. Because, number one she’s poor, and number two, she pleases me at least as much as I please her. Fair exchange, no money changing hands. Ruth isn’t a client now, she’s a dear friend, an older girl friend.

My girlfriends now number greater than two dozen, and I perform oral sex regularly on roughly half of them. The other half I’m working on. I only have two girlfriends I fuck, Faye and Ruth, and only one who sucks my cock, Ruth. She has a lovely mouth and likes to swallow. She says.

I have four clients I fuck regularly, and two more that want service sporadically. They leave me plenty of spare time for Faye, Ruth and Betsy.

No, I haven’t reclaimed Betsy as a girlfriend yet, but we are friends again. I got her the usherette job at the theater when I quit. Betsy feels beholden to me, but keeps her boyfriend with the car. Besy has her driver’s license but no car, except to borrow the family car. I’m taking driver’s ed.

Speaking of drivers. We have a golf club. Not formed as a team yet, we are all merely novices, not players yet. We are also each acquiring golf clubs one at a time, fitted one at a time, as we learn to use them. As a group, we are members of a club, the school golf club. School board sanctioned only as a club. All the members are girls, girlfriends, eatable girlfriends, and guess who is the mascot with his tongue hanging out? Me, the only male member.

So far, I have purchased used and had re-shafted to fit me, a hybrid three wood with a seventeen degree loft, making it almost a four wood, but its a three wood with the greatest loft I could find.

Also I have acquired and been fitted with, a putter, a sand wedge, and a six iron. All used, and all re-shafted with the best “S” shafts. “S” stands for stiff. So far, I have not played a single round of golf. Practice, practice, practice. All the girls are progressing faster than I am.

My excuse for being slow is, I’m also learning Faye’s drum kit. Do you know what independence is? It’s when each hand, and each foot is doing something entirely different, and not a simple repetitive pattern, but unique varied things that require conscious thought and motor control over each. Drumming requires independence. Is it something your born with? Or, can it be learned? Faye assures me I will learn it, with practice. Pigs might easier learn to fly!

Faye is my mistress. Not in the sense of a kept mistress, but as a Dominatrix Mistress. We haven’t got around to whips, chains, and play dungeons yet and she hasn’t suggested or demonstrated any such tendencies, yet, but who’s in charge, let there be no doubt! Guess who kisses who on the puckered ring?