Chapter 3

When I returned home late Friday afternoon, Mom asked, "So you're helping out with the girls' golf team?"

"Uh ... yeah, Mom. I guess winning the championship made some girls want to start a team."

"That was nice of you to volunteer."

"Uh ... thanks." I couldn't tell her that I was forced to be the girls' coach. What good would it do anyway? Only bad could happen. The boys' golf team would be shut down and I wouldn't be surprised if my Dad lost his job.

"Tiffany Towers called. She's invited you to her place for dinner tonight. I said you were free."

Mom said I was free tonight? Crap! I didn't want to spend any extra time with any of the girls.

"Okay," I said meekly.

"She said a car will be sent for you in an hour. You'll want to shower and get ready. Are you two dating?"

"No, Mom. She's just on the golf team."

"I see."

"Really. That's all.

"I didn't say anything," Mom said.

That was true. I did take it wrong.

"If you like her, it's okay," Mom said.

"She's just on the golf team."

"Does she like you?"

"I don't know," I said too snippily. Fortunately Mom let it slide. "I think her parents want to meet me since I'm her coach."

"You've met the mayor before," Mom said.

Everybody had. We were a small town. After I won the state championship, I was the guest of honor in a town ceremony, but the mayor spoke almost constantly.

"I need to shower," I said and headed to my room.

The only idea I had why Tiffany invited me over for dinner was she was a crazy girl, but I didn't want to say that and I simply wanted to end the conversation. Mom had no idea how disdainful it was to insinuate that I would date a royal princess like Tiffany.

As I showered I got into a darker and darker funk. Tiffany's Dad was undoubtedly the reason I was stuck coaching these girls. I didn't hate the girls as much today as I did on Monday, but if I could get out of this gig I would do it in an instant. I knew I shouldn't focus my anger on Tiffany but she was the Mayor's daughter. It was hard to separate the two.

I thought about Tuesday when Tiffany said she had no panties on under her golf skirt and my mood began to lift. I thought about Tiffany being in the shower with me with no panties or anything on. My mood began to lift more. My dick began to lift also!

It was silly to think such thoughts. What did I have in common with any of these girls? I didn't want to deal with a bunch of freshman girls!

When I exited the bathroom, Mom said, "Tiffany called again. The car will be here in about ten minutes. She said to dress casual."

Well, that was good. I could wear jeans and a golf shirt. I had imagined dinner at the Mayor's house as an event where all the guys wore slacks and dress shirts while the women wore elegant dresses. Fancy crystal, fine china, and the best silverware would be on the table. Maybe they were regular folks? Well except that the Mayor could do anything he wanted in this town.

After I dressed, I stood in the kitchen waiting for the car. Butterflies flitted in my stomach. A black Porsche SUV with dark-tinted windows pulled up to the curb.

"They're here, Mom!" I yelled out.

Mom met me at the front door. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Have fun!"

"I'll try," I said.

The right front passenger door opened as I approached the vehicle. I slipped into the seat.

"Tiffany!" I said surprised. She was in the driver's seat.

"Close the door," she said. I did and buckled up.

"You have your license?" I asked.

"No," she said like it was a stupid question. "I'm only 14. You have to be 16 to get a license." She pulled away from the curb.

"But you're driving," I said. You know, perhaps she didn't notice that she was behind the wheel of an expensive vehicle as she turned left at the intersection?

"Hello? My Dad's the mayor. No one's going to do anything."

"Oh," I said. Tiffany knew she could get away with things because of her Dad and so she did it. I looked around the interior. "Nice car."

"Thanks. Daddy bought it for me last month."

"It's your car!" I said surprised.

"Uh-huh. I had a BMW for a couple of days but took it back. I decided I wanted an SUV instead."

"Okay," I said while realizing we lived in completely different worlds.

Tiffany ran the yellow then sharply turned into the McDonalds on the corner. I slid against the door.

"Sorry about that," she said "I hate waiting at lights."

I looked over at the intersection. The light had already cycled back to green.

"You want like a Big Mac?" she asked.

"I thought we were eating dinner at your place," I said.

"We are," she said, pulling into the drive-thru line.

She ordered a Big Mac combo for me and a chicken sandwich type thing for her and that was it. The fries smelled good in the car. They made me hungry. We pulled into her home's four car garage five minutes later.

We entered the house and I followed Tiffany into the dining area. There was a big table but it was empty. She pulled out a chair and sat so I pulled out the chair next to her.

"I am so starved," she said reaching into the McDonalds bag.

The house was very quiet. It seemed liked no one else was home.

"I thought we were eating with your parents," I said before putting a fry in my mouth.

"They won't be back until Sunday. They're at some conference or something like that."

"Oh." I knew if Tiffany told my Mom that it would be just she and me alone then I wouldn't be here right now.

"You haven't taught us how to putt yet," she said.

"You have to learn how to hit the ball off a tee before you learn to hit the ball in the hole."

"You can just hear Sara say 'Don't say 'hole' in front of a boy', can't you?"

I was stopped in my mental tracks. I knew immediately what Tiffany meant and so my thoughts quickly went to sex then seemingly instantly to thinking about what it would be like to have sex with Sara. The kiss Sara laid on me was up front in my mind.

"Yeah," I slowly and finally said.

"Come see!" Tiffany said excitedly jumping up from her seat.

"What?" I said rising.

She took my hand and pulled me along. I noticed how warm her touch was. It felt very nice.

We went out back. The yard was huge. She released my hand to go back inside and flip on a switch. The backyard was flooded in light. My eyes went to the flag stick. The yellow flag had a "1". She grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the large putting green.

"They just finished it last week!" she said elatedly.

"It's nice," I said. It was.

"So you can teach me how to putt after we eat?"

"Sure," I said. If the evening was teaching Tiffany how to putt then that wouldn't be so bad. It could be fun. I only wished my clubs were here so I could try out the green. I guess I could make do with Tiffany's clubs but it definitely wouldn't be the same.

We finished dinner. I used the bathroom afterward and by the time I went outside Tiffany was horribly attempting to putt the ball into the hole. What an awful grip!

I took the putter from her and demonstrated. "Hold it like this. Use an easy stroke." I hit the ball and was glad it went in. I was too used to my own clubs.

Tiffany struggled to maintain a proper grip. She kept reverting back to her inept freestyle grip.

"Let's do it together," I said. "I'll show you how easy it is." I went directly behind her. I reached around and grabbed her wrists. "Here we go."

Her arms were too rigid and so we barely hit the ball. I retrieved the ball and got in the same position as before.

"Just relax," I said. "Let me do it all."

With an easy motion, we made the putt.

"Yes!" she said excitedly.

"There you go! Let's do it again."

She relaxed again and once more we made the putt. We did that a couple of times and each time had the best results.

"This time you swing too," I said. "We'll try to do it together."

The hit was too hard and off-line. For the next ten minutes, we continued to work on her putting stroke and it became more and more her own effort. My main purpose was to keep her arms in proper position through the swing.

"You're getting good," I said later. I was surprised. "Get your driver and we'll practice that swing. We can't actually hit any balls, of course."

We moved to the normal lawn. Again, I reach around her and moved her through the swing. There's a lot more to teeing off than there is to putting, so it took longer. I wished we were at a driving range where she could hit balls so she could better see how her grip, swing, and follow-through affected the flight of the ball.

"What does it mean to address the ball?" she asked.

"Address what?"

"Address the ball. I was watching this old TV show and this big guy was teaching this little guy how to play golf."

"Mmm?" I said. "See how you follow-through?" I pulled back on her wrists then slowly swung through to demonstrate. "Let see you try."

"So the big guy tells the little guy to 'address the ball' and the little guy says 'Hello, ball!' and the big guy says 'No! No! Address the ball' and the little guy says he did and the big guy gets all mad."

"Keep your wrist straight." I helped through her swing again.

"So what does it mean to address the ball?"

"I don't know."

"So it's not a golf word?"

"I never heard of it. Maybe it's like mentally putting an email address on it? You have to know where you want to hit the ball."

"The show was old. They didn't have email back then."

"I have no idea. Your elbow," I reminded.

"It was supposed to be funny. I didn't get it."

"I don't get it either."

"The little guy then waggles in front of the ball like this."

Tiffany moved her ass side to side several times which knocked me away.

"Sorry," she said.

"No problem." I stepped back up a little hesitantly because her ass waggle motion had rubbed over my dick. I gripped her wrists.

"Maybe I should waggle like this?" she said with a laugh. She slid her ass up and down. She pressed against my dick and it responded in a predictable way. She stopped.

"Andy?"

"What?"

"Are you... ?" She stopped.

"Am I what?"

"What did you say about the elbow?"

"You need to let it bend so you can hit it harder."

"Harder?"

"Right and longer."

"Longer?"

"Yes." It sounded like she was playing dumb or something.

"Okay."

Tiffany pressed back against me again and slowly moved her ass up and down. I exhaled hard and was transfixed by the sensation against my dick.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"What?" I said disconcerted.

"You gasped. Is something wrong?" She ground harder against me. My dick became full strength.

"No, no."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," I quickly insisted. "I'm alright."

She dropped the driver and turned around in my arms. She pushed her body against me wrapping her arms around my back in a tight hug. She began to slowly rub her front side up and down against my dick.

"It feels like you're more than alright," she said.

"Um ... Tiffany," I mumbled. I was conflicted. I didn't want anything to do with the girls except in regards to golf, but her movement felt damn good and she was such a pretty girl. All four of them were pretty girls and it would be a thrill to date any of them in other circumstances.

"What Andy?" she sighed placing her head on my shoulder.

"I ... I think..." I couldn't think.

"I think you have a big, fat hard-on and you want to put it inside me."

I couldn't deny it. Dammit! I couldn't deny it. The thought of fucking Tiffany was foremost on my mind.

"I do," I practically whispered.

"So why don't you?" she asked.

I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away. I looked into her face, spotted her lips, and pulled her back to me. I kissed her firmly. Tiffany moaned into my mouth.

I felt like I was on fire now. I so badly wanted her. I was no longer in control. I reached my hand out, grabbed her left tit firmly, and gave it a strong squeeze. Her hands ran up and down my back seemingly mindlessly.

I was surprised when her tongue pushed into my mouth. The few times I ever kissed a girl previously that never happened. The tingle of Tiffany's tongue shot pleasure into my brain. I greeted her tongue with mine. She moaned harder and her knees buckled. She used all her strength to push herself away. I didn't want to let her go and I took a step toward her.

Tiffany put her hand up quickly to ward me off and panted, "I have ... I have an idea. Get undressed."

That was what I was thinking!

I whipped off my shirt as she stepped away. I was puzzled when she went over to the putting green, picked up the flag off the ground, and stuck it back into the hole.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

She said nothing and only smiled. She took off her shirt. I liked that! As she began to undo her bra, I walked toward her with my shirt in my hand.

"Not yet!" she said mischievously and put her hand up again.

It was hard to wait. Very hard! It was especially so when I saw her naked tits.

"Keep getting undressed," she said. I did while keeping an eye on her progress.

We were each down to one piece of clothing now. Tiffany was in her panties and I was in my briefs with a large bulge in the front. We stared at each other as we dropped our last items down our legs. I gazed at her dark blonde pubic hair at the "V" of her legs.

"Wow!" she said.

I looked down. My dick looked bigger and harder than I could ever remember. I took a step forward.

"Wait!" she quickly said.

"What?" I responded. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed her. I wanted her.

Tiffany sat down on the grass. She put her legs on opposite sides of the flag and opened them before she lay back on the grass.

"Hole in one!" she said.

This was so cool! My very first sexual experience would forever be associated with golf! I had to pull the flag to sink my putt into her hole.