Our foursome includes yours truly, Trent, Amy, and a newer surgeon who specializes in orthopedics, Dr. James Williams. He's tall, with a broad, muscular chest, dirty blond hair, and green eyes that would make any woman swoon. He's kind of a dreamboat in the looks department, and I have a feeling that Amy is dying to get her fingers on him. James is extremely nice with a fantastically dry, sarcastic sense of humor that compliments Amy's ill-timed outbursts perfectly.
This round of golf should be nothing but tremendously entertaining.
Amy and I are sitting in the golf cart as James and Trent tee off. The mid-July air is practically melting my skin, and I relish in the nice shade the golf cart is providing. Why in the hell does Regency choose to do these big golf charity events in the middle of summer? The heat is downright blistering and I can already feel sweat dripping down the nape of my neck.
Amy and I are staring unabashedly at Trent and James's tight asses and laughing despite ourselves. The two of us are savoring our ice-cold beers and an occasional swig of tequila from the flask she snuck into the event. We're on a one-way trip to Sauced-ville and I'm already feeling a little tipsy.
“You're up, Ellie girl!” Trent calls over to me.
“Good luck, idiot,” Amy tells me sarcastically as I strut towards Trent. I discreetly give her my favorite finger from behind my back before standing near Trent, ready to tee off.
“Are you just going to sit there and stare at me while I make an ass of myself?” I'm attempting to practice my swing as Trent watches me with a face full of enjoyment.
“I'll definitely be staring at your ass, crazy.” He waggles his eyebrows up and down like a complete weirdo.
My weirdo.
I stick my tongue out at him and he gives me serious, determined eyes. “Keep that tongue in your mouth unless you're planning on doing dirty things to me with it.”
I roll my eyes and laugh at his obscene tongue gesture. “Stop it or else everyone at Regency is going to think we're kinky assholes!”
“We are kinky assholes, babe. And I haven't even had the chance to get my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours yet.” I hear James choke out a laugh from behind me and I blush cherry red at the realization that he's heard our back-and-forth sexual banter.
“Oh my god! You're incorrigible! And no more cock talk until we're somewhere where you can actually do all these things you've promised me.” I smirk at him before putting my ball down in preparation to tee off.
I awkwardly swing my club and completely miss the ball on my first try.
“Son of a bitch!”
Trent laughs at my amateur display of terrible golf skills and attempts to help me with some "hands-on" assistance. He is standing behind me with his chest to my back, his hands over my hands, as I grasp my golf club. He's giving me step-by-step instructions of the proper way to hold a club and all I'm thinking about is him pressing his cock into my ass.
“Are you even listening to me right now?” He whispers roughly into my ear.
“Uh, no. I'm completely distracted by the close proximity of your dick,” I whisper back to him with my eyes closed. Trent grabs my hips and pulls me tighter against his body and I nearly shiver at the feel of him pressed hard against me.
“This is distracting you?” I can hear a smile in his voice.
“God dammit, Casanova. Now you're killing me.” He throws his head back in riotous laughter, which only causes him to press his pelvis into my ass even harder.
“All right, Dr. Thrust Me. You have to stop this or I'll make you finger-bang me out here on the golf course in front of everyone.” Now Trent and James are both laughing at my absurd outburst about inappropriate public displays of affection.
Trent steps back from me and instructs me to do my worst, which I do.
“FOORRRRRRE!” All three of us yell as my ball heads towards a small group of spectators standing off to the side of the course.
“Nice work, asshead!” Amy shouts from the golf cart.
“Come on out here and show us your spectacular golfing skills!” I roar back to her.
Amy attempts her first round and, to my extreme satisfaction, screws up just as badly as I did. Trent and James are seriously in for it. Trent might be willingly cutting off his left nut just to put himself out of misery by the end of this.
We continue on to the next several holes with James and Trent neck and neck. Surgeons are notoriously competitive, and I'm coming to find out that this even includes golf charity functions. Amy and I, on the other hand, are lucky if we keep the stupid ball on the course. We decide to take turns yelling, “Fore!” for each other, since it's become that much of an occurrence.
I'm generally competitive and get extremely frustrated when I'm not doing well at something, but the combination of beer and tequila has made me completely carefree. I'm taking the fact that I blow ass at golf quite well, considering that I would normally be screaming profanities at this point in the game. Trent and James keep us laughing with hilarious sexual innuendos and highly inappropriate banter. Constantly.