Four Ball
I pulled beside Joan and Elena, who had parked next to a greensidebunker. “That’s it,” Elena asserted, “we’re going back to theclubhouse.” Joan nodded a heavy-lidded agreement.
”Fran, it’s too wet now to play,” Joan added. I’ll bet she couldn’twait to retire to the coziness of the lounge and an afternoon spentdrunk and giggly.
Antonia glanced back and forth between the two carts.
”Well, you head back then.” I turned to my passenger. “You ride withthem. It’ll be stuffed in the seat, but you’ll get back dry.”
”I’m not going back with Mama and the ditz,” Toni whispered. “The raindoesn’t bother me. It’s not like it’s cold or anything.”
”Antonia, come with us,” Elena called over.
”No Mama, I’m going to keep playing.”
”Suit yourself. We’ll be waiting - dry.” That disqualifies Joan, Ithought. Elena snapped Joan’s head back with her lurching takeoff inthe electric cart. They sped back down the fairway and joined thestream of departing golfers.
”You shouldn’t antagonize your mother so much,” I said as I zipped upmy rain jacket. I turned around and grabbed my putter before leavingthe shelter of the cart.
Antonia lifted out her putter; the rain droplets dotted her blueshorts and weighed down the white fabric of her shirt. I stroked myfirst putt while Toni cleaned her ball. When I bent over to mark theball the skies let go a torrent. “Shit!” I thought as I left the balland splashed to the cart. Toni jumped in the other side. I was panting- not used to running. My playing partner was laughing out loud;there’s a novelty.
Her blouse was pasted to her now, and her shorts were dark instead oflight blue. Bits of earth and grass clippings mottled her bare ankles.Trickles of water traced long streaks on her satiny legs.
”You just told me not to antagonize Mama. Now look at us. She’ll bepissed at you too! Tell me you didn’t stay out here just to stick itto her.”
”Sassy, aren’t we?” I reached for the cigarettes I kept discreetlyconcealed. I wanted a smoke, and I had managed to keep them dry.
”You _smoke_? Miz professor-role-model lights up. Mama never saysanything about your bad habits.”
I fired my lighter. Taking a deep draw felt so good in the soggyweather.
”Let me have one,” Antonia asked.
”Don’t tell me you partake of this vile weed,” I said as I waved thecig in the air. “Does Mama know that bit of trivia?”
”Prof, just give me one.”
”Here.” I held mine in my lips as I held out the pack. Toni pulled oneout and I lit it for her. She sucked hard on the fag and I couldn’thelp but look deeply into her brown eyes, the lines already beginningto show at the edges. “Call me Fran.”
I replaced the lighter as the rain pulsed in sheets along thefairways. The din from the cart roof made it difficult to hear, andthe wind and mist sprayed us even under cover.
”I wish I had blue eyes,” she said flatly.
”People always want to be what they aren’t. I’d like to have yourcomplexion.” She closed her eyes and had another puff. My eyes driftedto the wet white shirt. Each of her prominent nipples was like theeraser on a child’s starter pencil. I didn’t look away fast enough asElena’s daughter opened her eyes as she exhaled.
”I used to be embarrassed,” Toni said through the smoky mist. “When Igot cold they showed, after I swam they stuck out, and when I getturned on, well…” She flicked off some ash.
”I was thinking how miserable you must be in those wet clothes,” Itook a quick drag and stared at the puddling green.
”Walked around like this all the time.” She let the burning cig hangfrom her mouth as she folded her arms across her chest.
I laughed a little - too much like a titter. “I think we all have hadto deal with that problem, men being men…”
”Fuck ‘em all, that’s what I think now. Did it ever happen to you inclass, while you were teaching?”
I hadn’t thought about that sweater in a long time. I always kept abutton-down in class just in case. When I first landed an instructorjob, “going braless” was in; I remembered the students. They were rowsof free spirited youth - unabashed girls and distracted boys. It madeteaching tougher, and my concentration often wavered.
”Hello…..What are you thinking about?” Antonia drew out the “hello.”
”I had a sweater. And padding.”
”Like you need it. I see you stayed with the jacket thing.”
”OK, let’s finish our smoke and get back to the clubhouse. You need achange of clothes.”
”I didn’t bring any. Could I borrow that jacket?”
I put out the cigarette and ground the butt into the ash tray. Iunzipped my rain jacket and took it off. Thank God it was a tropicalrain and it wasn’t too cool. Antonia casually tossed her coffin nailonto the wet turf. Then she peeled off her top.
”What are you doing?” I hissed. “You’ll get us thrown off the course.”
”There’s nobody out here but us crazies and besides, I’m going to puton your jacket. No one will notice. Look at this.” Toni held out thesopping shirt. “I’d rather get this off and get into your dry jacket.”
”Quick then!” I swivelled around to make sure no prying eyes wereabout. My feelings were mixed; I hadn’t felt this way since a certaincounseling session with one of my students. Molly Levin. That was overtwenty years ago. Roy and I had married months before, but I knew hewas gay and I felt free from any sexual pressure. Molly…confused, inthe middle of a crush, wanting to see me, to get advice…
”Where are you, Fran?” I blinked back to the present. The patteringrain was hypnotic. Antonia had the rain jacket in her lap and shestuffed her shirt into her bag. Her hand was drenched from the briefexposure to the storm.
”Hurry up so we can head back in.” I knew it was gruff.
”You sound like Mama.” Hard but hurt, bitter. She dropped her head andspread open the jacket.
”I’m sorry. You’re not like your mother; you just try to be.”
”We have to be like this. It’s how we take Daddy’s affairs, his women,his…machismo. Mama can’t love anymore.”
I took her in my arms. She pressed her face into my chest and Istroked her short black hair. Her fingers ran through my own damphair. Toni nuzzled and kissed my neck as I rubbed her moist back. Herhands slid under my golf shirt and lifted it. I did not rebuff her.She was needful and passionate. Molly…
Thunder rumbled in the distance as my bra was unclasped. Her handworked under the cup and was filled with my breast as it fell free.Toni’s fingers were cool and wet from the rain and they caressed myrapidly stiffening nipple. Her mouth was open on my throat now as shesucked and gently bit.
”Toni.” My voice was too husky. I knew that telling her to stop wouldbe completely unconvincing. A gust of wind covered us in dewy mist.The girl only became more excited when I spoke. My shirt coming up, mybreast entering her eager mouth, my shorts being hurriedly unbuttonedand unzipped, my body reclining on the cart seat, all happened insuccession.
Antonia pulled my panties down to my ankles where, along with theshorts, they cuffed me at the feet. She stood outside of the cart inthe storm. My bare ass rested on the slick seat. After many years Iwas watching another student remove her clothes in front of me. Myfriend’s daughter. The water beaded on her skin and thatch of pubichair glistening black and thick. Her little brassiere remained,practically transparent.
Maturity, experience, and restraint were no match for the floodingfeelings stirred by this nymph. I let my pale thighs part from theassumed position of demure closure. Toni, slender and slippery, bentat the waist and I slid my butt so that my pussy and its cottony tuftwere within reach of her tongue.
Droplets fell from her hair onto my tummy as she kissed, licked, andsucked my aroused and sensitive clit. Her tongue worked into the slit,it probed - oh God so much better than any cock I had yielded to! Shekneaded my thighs and water ran between my legs and mingled with myown wetness. The hammering rain covered most of my moaning, butAntonia’s urgings were audible enough.