Chapter 11

Thursday afternoon was the girls' tournament. We were out of class early so we could travel east to an all-girls academy I never heard of before. Our girls were awesome!

Erin was dominant and posted the best score. Sara was good and Laura ended up only a shot behind her. Tiffany had our worst score, but she still was better than the other team's best score. It was obvious Tiffany was practicing more than sex with Eric. She was practicing golf too! I confirmed it on the trip home. I was thrilled.

The boys played Friday afternoon on our home golf course. I smoked the competition and Eric pulled down his best official round ever. Joel and Mike were good enough that the team won the tournament.

Boy, did I celebrate with Sara, Erin, and Laura on Saturday! Tiffany had her own private celebration with Eric. I left Laura's house physically exhausted and feeling mighty good!

The girls' win gave me confidence enough to decide to focus on fine tuning aspects of each of their games. I talked to Eric about giving particular pointers to Tiffany.

The girls played at home the next Thursday afternoon, but it wasn't to our advantage for some reason. Erin hit the sand traps too many times. Laura had a couple of problems early and lost focus for the rest of the game. Tiffany kept getting better and Eric was there encouraging her on but still had the worst score. At least, Sara was consistent and she had the best score.

The boys traveled on Friday. It was a freaky day. On the 6th hole, a par 3, I and Eric both made a hole-in-one. Joel and Mike both birdied the hole. We were on a roll that day and we rolled the opponent up. Whatever pixie dust fell on us today, we needed to get more of it.

Saturday the three girls tried to sexually kill me. It was so great!

The girls didn't have a competition the next week. We practiced Monday through Wednesday and I gave the girls the rest of week off.

Sara came up to me at the end of Wednesday practice. "Would you like to come to dinner at my house tomorrow?"

"Sure," I said excitedly. Some alone time with Sara would be fantastic. "I'll check and call you tonight."

I had my learner's permit now, so Dad let me drive the car. I could tell I made Dad nervous but I had to give him credit for not saying anything from the passenger seat. Outside Sara's house, I told Dad when to expect me home and he drove off.

I rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Shaw answered. Sara raced toward the front door.

"Andy!" Sara said excitedly.

"Sara," I said more coolly but with a smile. I wondered when her parents would leave.

"Come on in," said Mom.

I stepped in and Sara hooked her arm in mine. She guided me around introducing me to everybody and showing me everything. The television was on in the den which was where her Dad, her older sister Susan who I recognized as a senior from school but didn't know she was Sara's sister, and her younger 8th grade brother Samuel were.

As Sara gave the house tour, I noticed the dining table was set for six.

In the kitchen, Mom said, "I hope you like chicken."

"I do, Mrs. Shaw," I replied politely.

"It will be ready soon," she said.

We reached Sara's room. She closed the door and then I expressed my disappointment.

"I thought we were going to be alone this evening," I whined.

"Why?" she asked.

The simple question took me by surprise. I discovered I didn't really have an answer except for hopeful thinking.

"I thought you wanted some alone time," I finally said. I held her hand as we faced each other sitting on her bed.

"That would be nice, but I just thought since you said you like me so much and I like you so much that you would want to meet my parents. I told them we're dating."

"You did?"

"We are, aren't we?" she said concerned.

"Well, yeah, I..." I stopped not knowing what to say.

"Well, what?"

"It's cool," I said. What was the harm of meeting her parents? It wasn't like I was about to blurt out that Sara and I regularly fucked. I hoped not! Recent history did show I sometimes had a problem keeping things to myself.

"Dinner's ready," Mom said popping her head in the room.

I quickly pulled my hand away from Sara. Mom smiled sweetly, so I guess it would have been okay to remain holding Sara's hand.

We assembled at the dinner table. I sat next to Sara on her right. I tried to eat and hold a conversation at the same time.

"So you're quite the golfer, young man," Dad said.

"Thank you, sir," I replied

"You can call me, Steve," he said.

I hated when parents said to call them by their first name. It never felt right.

"So where did you and Sara meet?" Mom asked.

"On the golf course," I answered.

"He's the girls' coach," added Sara.

"That's right," Mom said.

"So what is your best golf moment? Dad asked.

"Winning the state championship last year," I immediately said.

"Are you going to win it again?"

"I hope so."

"Oh, you'll win," he said waving his hand dismissively.

"So how long have you been dating?" asked Mom.

I looked at Sara. I guess we had dated since we first had sex in Laura's bedroom, but saying six months would make it look like Sara hid it from them. It was never a good idea for parents to discover you hid something important from them.

"Three..." Sara began to respond then stopped.

"Four weeks," I said.

"Yeah, four," she said happily. I could tell she was faking her happiness. "It's flown by so fast it seems like we just started dating."

"So are you thinking of turning pro?" Dad asked.

"I haven't really thought about it," I honestly said. I had only briefly thought about my golf future. I was too busy having fun.

"Do you think you can take on Tiger?"

"No one is as good as Tiger."

"So what attracted you to Sara?" Mom asked.

I looked into Sara's eyes and immediately said, "Her eyes." It was a much better response than her pussy, tits, or tongue.

Sara smiled.

I added, "She's such a nice warm-hearted girl and she's really pretty."

"Gag!" said Susan

"Susan!" cautioned Mom then smiled at me.

Not that what I said wasn't true about Sara, it was, but Susan was right. Gag! I so didn't want to talk about this to her parents.

"So when's the state championship?" Dad asked.

"End of May," I replied. "I think Eric Smith has a good chance to be in the top ten this year."

"He's the brother of Erin who is on the girls' team with me," added Sara.

"Two boys from the same school in the top ten. That's impressive," said Dad. "When is the girls' championship?"

"The day before," I said. "Sara is doing great. She's the best girl out there."

"We've only played twice," said Sara. "Erin is really good."

"So Sara could possibly win?" asked Dad.

"Sure," I said though I really had no idea how good the girls from other areas of the state were.

"So what have you done for dates?" Mom asked.

Sara and I looked at each other again before responding. Fucking our brains out at Laura's house the next street over was not an answer we could say.

"We really haven't dated much," said Sara.

Mom's face turned quizzical.

"We eat together at school during lunch," I said.

"I haven't seen you alone," said Susan. "You're always with the other girls on the team."

I forgot about Susan being on the campus too.

"Like you see everything!" quickly defended Sara.

"We like to talk," I said.

"We're just getting to know each other, Mom," said Sara.

"That's great!" Mom said happily.

I was glad when dinner was over. Ping-ponging from Dad's golf questions and Mom's dating questions was more difficult than I expected. It didn't escape my thoughts that if Sara hadn't developed an early intense desire for me, my relationship with Sara might very much go like this. Sara and I were just filling in the steps that were skipped over.

"Sorry about my parents," apologized Sara in her bedroom. We lay side-by-side on her bed facing each other. Sara's back was to the door.

"It's okay," I said. As awkward as it was, it truly was okay.

I moved a few strands of her dark hair out of her eyes. I so badly want to roll on top of her naked and fuck ourselves silly.