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Mature themes -- for adults only. A work of fiction.


Four Ball
by
Saffy_8   <concorde@tande.com>


The sky didn't look good for golf as I drove my Cadillac under the
cover of the clubhouse extension. Tommy sauntered out to pull my heavy
bag from the trunk. I tipped the young man very well so we both came
away happy. He really wouldn't like my bag today because of the added
weight of the rain gear, but then again he wouldn't want to schlepp my
purse either.

I left the keys in the ignition and slid outside.

"True golfer's weather, Dr. Cantwell," Tommy quipped.

"Contrary to what my students used to think, it won't melt me," I
answered with my usual tight smile.

"Well, Mrs. Beltran is having a fit inside and..." here a grunt
punctuated the sentence as he lifted the bag, "Mrs. Taylor ain't too
thrilled and Mrs. Beltran's daughter isn't sayin' anything." Tommy
chucked the bag onto the back of the electric cart. "Situation
normal."

"Thanks for the briefing," I said as I passed over some cash. " Now
don't screw around with my car!"

Tommy let out a good country guffaw as he plopped on the plush seat
and slammed the door. As I went to the cart to get my shoe and
toiletry bag I heard the electric window on the Caddy slide down.

"Hey prof," Tommy called out.

I looked back at him.

"You think Toni would go out with me?"

"I'll put in a good word, but that doesn't mean she'll listen."

"Cool." Tommy drove the car out to the parking lot.

Elena Beltran's daughter wouldn't give him the time of day. He was an
amiable enough person, but Antonia was not his type. She was a sullen
and quiet girl. I carried my little duffel into the spacious and
elegant clubhouse. Roy and I had treated ourselves to this membership,
and after his death I adopted the course as a second home. Within a
few carpeted paces I could hear Elena's staccato voice emanating from
one of the lounges. All I had to do was follow the tone. As I drew
close enough to hear snippets I thought how nice a cloudy, dreary day
was when your skin was as pale and sensitive as mine. I still put on
the cremes, lotions, and balms and wore proper caps, but in the
Florida humidity shorts were still the only choice.

My three co-competitors were triangled at a round table. All had
drinks, but I suspected Joan's was the only one with alcohol. Joan and
Antonia sat silently as Elena complained about the weather.

"Fran, we can't play today!" Elena said upon seeing me. "It is filthy
out there and it's about to pour." Elena spoke as much with her hands
as her mouth. I couldn't believe she'd go to the trouble of applying
bright red nail polish before swinging away with a golf club. The
rings would bother me too.

"Mama, just stay here." Antonia sounded perpetually disinterested. Her
plain appearance contrasted with Elena's heavy makeup and Joan's
brassy red hair, brightly colored polo shirt and gaudy vest. Toni's
simple white blouse and light blue shorts were decidedly different.

"Antonia, mind your tone." Elena waved a finger in her daughter's
direction. I dropped my bag and sat between Toni and Joan.

"What do you think?" Joan asked between sips of whatever her pleasure
was today.

"She thinks we should stay inside and talk or play cards," Elena
interrupted as she stared at me and arched her black eyebrows.

"I'm playing." That was pretty matter-of-fact. "I didn't drive out to
sit in the lounge."

"Let's just give it a try, huh?" Joan took a deep drink and clinked
her glass on the table. "The air'll do me good."

"They're right. You drug me out here so let's play golf while Daddy's
partying in California." Antonia was not a happy camper.

"Basta! Enough with the insults about your father. He is a hard
working doctor who provides for his family and keeps you in college."

"OK. Let's get to the tee and take it out on the golf ball." I wanted
to nip this argument now. After I had changed shoes and put my things
away in the locker room - if you'd dare degrade the place by calling
it that - I drove the cart to the first tee. Antonia was my passenger;
this was best since her mother and she would fight and Joan was numbed
enough not to be bothered by the chatter.

We all hit the ball about the same distance so the group made a good
foursome. Elena swung very slowly on the backswing in imitation of her
favorite golfer with whom she shared a similar build. Joan was the
tallest, but her shortened swing took away distance. If she'd use her
slender hips and long limbs to full advantage she'd outhit us by a
mile. She hit the ball straight even after (and while) drinking.
Antonia was her mother's height, but she was petite. Her long swing
arc and silky smooth turn led to good ball striking. I hit with
strength, but I tend to have a jerky motion that I've tried to correct
for years.

"Good one blondie!" Joan said after I really tore into one. We'd known
each other long enough that she remembered my platinum blonde hair
before the shift to bright white as I passed 50. Elena grumbled about
the steadily increasing drizzle and kept to her cart or her umbrella
when she wasn't hitting. Antonia didn't speak much as I steered the
cart through the first three holes. She had brought no accessories for
rain so her outfit became damper with each stroke. I did the same
until the fourth tee when I relented and put on my rain jacket. Elena
was becoming more discontented as her jet black hair with gray accents
got a little wet; her partner had been sipping furtively from a flask
that she kept in a pocket on her bag. I sighed. Jo was Jo, and
lectures didn't do any good anymore.

As we proceeded to the fourth green the drizzle crossed that fuzzy
border into rain. Elena glared back at me and motioned resignation
with her arms. "Mama is such a whiner," Toni said. She had her feet
propped on the front of the cart and a crease showed on the underside
of her light brown thighs where they had pushed down on the seam at
the edge of the synthetic seat cover.

"Your mother is opinionated and strong-willed, but she's a good
person."

Antonia looked at me patronizingly. "You're her friend and you have to
say that. She's always bragging about 'Fran's money' and 'Fran wrote
this!' Bullshit. So you taught English - big deal."

"Alright then. I had to say it. Your mom's a bitch and her daughter
inherited it."

A cynical smile. Toni turned to face forward and stretched her arms
above her head. She habitually did this, and each time her shirt would
rise just enough to reveal her midriff. Her skin was just a little
browner over her knees and elbows - what causes that?

I pulled beside Joan and Elena, who had parked next to a greenside
bunker. "That's it," Elena asserted, "we're going back to the
clubhouse." Joan nodded a heavy-lidded agreement.

"Fran, it's too wet now to play," Joan added. I'll bet she couldn't
wait to retire to the coziness of the lounge and an afternoon spent
drunk and giggly.

Antonia glanced back and forth between the two carts.

"Well, you head back then." I turned to my passenger. "You ride with
them. 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 rain
doesn'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, I
thought. Elena snapped Joan's head back with her lurching takeoff in
the electric cart. They sped back down the fairway and joined the
stream of departing golfers.

"You shouldn't antagonize your mother so much," I said as I zipped up
my rain jacket. I turned around and grabbed my putter before leaving
the shelter of the cart.

Antonia lifted out her putter; the rain droplets dotted her blue
shorts and weighed down the white fabric of her shirt. I stroked my
first putt while Toni cleaned her ball. When I bent over to mark the
ball the skies let go a torrent. "Shit!" I thought as I left the ball
and 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 of
light 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 be
pissed at you too! Tell me you didn't stay out here just to stick it
to her."

"Sassy, aren't we?" I reached for the cigarettes I kept discreetly
concealed. I wanted a smoke, and I had managed to keep them dry.

"You _smoke_? Miz professor-role-model lights up. Mama never says
anything about your bad habits."

I fired my lighter. Taking a deep draw felt so good in the soggy
weather.

"Let me have one," Antonia asked.

"Don't tell me you partake of this vile weed," I said as I waved the
cig 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 one
out and I lit it for her. She sucked hard on the fag and I couldn't
help but look deeply into her brown eyes, the lines already beginning
to show at the edges. "Call me Fran."

I replaced the lighter as the rain pulsed in sheets along the
fairways. The din from the cart roof made it difficult to hear, and
the 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 your
complexion." She closed her eyes and had another puff. My eyes drifted
to the wet white shirt. Each of her prominent nipples was like the
eraser on a child's starter pencil. I didn't look away fast enough as
Elena's daughter opened her eyes as she exhaled.

"I used to be embarrassed," Toni said through the smoky mist. "When I
got cold they showed, after I swam they stuck out, and when I get
turned on, well..." She flicked off some ash.

"I was thinking how miserable you must be in those wet clothes," I
took a quick drag and stared at the puddling green.

"Walked around like this all the time." She let the burning cig hang
from her mouth as she folded her arms across her chest.

I laughed a little - too much like a titter. "I think we all have had
to deal with that problem, men being men..."

"Fuck 'em all, that's what I think now. Did it ever happen to you in
class, while you were teaching?"

I hadn't thought about that sweater in a long time. I always kept a
button-down in class just in case. When I first landed an instructor
job, "going braless" was in; I remembered the students. They were rows
of free spirited youth - unabashed girls and distracted boys. It made
teaching 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 a
change 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. I
unzipped my rain jacket and took it off. Thank God it was a tropical
rain and it wasn't too cool. Antonia casually tossed her coffin nail
onto 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 put
on your jacket. No one will notice. Look at this." Toni held out the
sopping shirt. "I'd rather get this off and get into your dry jacket."

"Quick then!" I swivelled around to make sure no prying eyes were
about. My feelings were mixed; I hadn't felt this way since a certain
counseling session with one of my students. Molly Levin. That was over
twenty years ago. Roy and I had married months before, but I knew he
was gay and I felt free from any sexual pressure. Molly...confused, in
the middle of a crush, wanting to see me, to get advice...

"Where are you, Fran?" I blinked back to the present. The pattering
rain was hypnotic. Antonia had the rain jacket in her lap and she
stuffed her shirt into her bag. Her hand was drenched from the brief
exposure 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 and
spread 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 I
stroked her short black hair. Her fingers ran through my own damp
hair. Toni nuzzled and kissed my neck as I rubbed her moist back. Her
hands 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 hand
worked 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 my
rapidly stiffening nipple. Her mouth was open on my throat now as she
sucked and gently bit.

"Toni." My voice was too husky. I knew that telling her to stop would
be completely unconvincing. A gust of wind covered us in dewy mist.
The girl only became more excited when I spoke. My shirt coming up, my
breast entering her eager mouth, my shorts being hurriedly unbuttoned
and unzipped, my body reclining on the cart seat, all happened in
succession.

Antonia pulled my panties down to my ankles where, along with the
shorts, they cuffed me at the feet. She stood outside of the cart in
the storm. My bare ass rested on the slick seat. After many years I
was watching another student remove her clothes in front of me. My
friend's daughter. The water beaded on her skin and thatch of pubic
hair glistening black and thick. Her little brassiere remained,
practically transparent.

Maturity, experience, and restraint were no match for the flooding
feelings stirred by this nymph. I let my pale thighs part from the
assumed position of demure closure. Toni, slender and slippery, bent
at the waist and I slid my butt so that my pussy and its cottony tuft
were within reach of her tongue.

Droplets fell from her hair onto my tummy as she kissed, licked, and
sucked 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! She
kneaded my thighs and water ran between my legs and mingled with my
own wetness. The hammering rain covered most of my moaning, but
Antonia's urgings were audible enough.

"Sweet...", "Come on...", "Fran..." I came in a spasm, waves rocking
my abdomen. I sat upright; I was so touchy I couldn't stand it. Toni
kept plunging her tongue down and the beautiful tremors just kept
going. Sitting I watched the rain cascade over her tiny brown buns as
I pulled her soaked hair. My shirt dropped back over my chest. At last
I tugged her from my pussy. She was breathing heavily and her face was
wet and slick.

My breathing was heavy too. Toni grinned her bitter smile as she slid
her tongue around her lips.

"I wish Mama had caught us."

"Don't talk like that!" I was taken aback. "I shouldn't have let this
happen."

"But you did, and it made me feel good to do it to you - especially
since you're a friend of hers."

Shit, I had made a mistake here. I pulled up my shorts and sat in the
cart. Toni, naked but for the bra and her footwear, stayed in the
rain.

"Please get dressed," I pled. "Let's go inside." I deliberately tried
not to be commanding like her despised mother.

She climbed in and knelt on the seat beside me.

"I saw you staring at my tits. After I saw that look I had a feeling
about you. I'm not the only woman you look at, am I?"

"I care about you and I let things go; I thought you wanted this to
happen."

"Oh I did, Fran."

"Would you like me to do you? Is that what you want?" I might as well
be blunt now.

"There is something you can do..."

I didn't want to hear what Antonia had in mind. Her bitter nature ran
far deeper and was more disturbed than I had known.

"I won't be blackmailed. As far as anyone knows this never happened."

"Gonna take a chance with who gets believed? The naive college girl or
the retired..."

"OK. Money?"

"Let's go back to the clubhouse. The bitch and the drunk should be
getting their massages by now."

_________

We went to the locker room. The shock of Toni's demand had left me
unable to think clearly. I put on dry clothes from my locker and found
some things to fit Toni. Next we padded down the hall to the massage
and sauna rooms.

"Boozy floozy is already in the bar drinking," Toni whispered. "Wait
until Gertrude comes out."

In a few moments the masseuse exited the private room. Toni waved,
smiled innocently and asked, "Is she in there?"

"Shhhh. I think she's about to doze off," replied Gertrude as she
wiped her hands. She hurried for her next appointment.

Antonia and I slipped into the massage room. The privacy curtain
allowed one to see only the foot of the massage table from the
doorway. She shut the door and I went around the curtain. The room was
dimly lit and relaxing Celtic background music played softly. Elena,
her bronze skin oiled and glowing, was stretched out on the table. A
bright white towel covered her copious derriere.

"Fran! You see, the rain caught you - but you've changed clothes
already. Where is my silly brat?"

"She's around somewhere," I said vacantly.

"Are you alright? Have a massage!" Elena turned to the side a bit so
she could wave her arm. Her breast was lighter from lack of sun and
tanning lamp, but her areola was dark.

"Did you enjoy yours?"

"It's marvelous - no better way to relax. Are you sure you're well,
Fran? Maybe the weather is making you sick."

Elena had re-applied her dark eye shadow and glossy red lipstick.

"Would you check and see if I have a fever?" I was indeed flushed, but
not from any stormy weather.

Elena felt my forehead and face. "You are warm. I wish Hector were
here so he could see you. At least I could trust you would not make
love with him." She was wrong but it was no time to bring up another
of my sexual misadventures and mistakes.

"With a caring wife like you he shouldn't have to go somewhere else,"
I said, gently placing my hand on her back and starting a subtle rub.

"I can say what I feel since we're alone. I'm tired of how open he is
about his women. I have failed at having a husband and a child."

Elena faced the floor as I massaged deeper into her beefy back and
slid my hands lower. Heaven help me I began to enjoy it...

"You are a good and beautiful woman. Hector doesn't appreciate what a
treasure he has." My hands were on her lower back and were nearing the
towel monogrammed with the country club logo.

"He will not touch me anymore."

My hands had collected enough oil from Elena's back that I could work
smoothly. I glanced behind the curtain. Toni had her eyes shut and her
hand was stuck into her shorts. It was stroking.

"He is a foolish man." Gingerly I massaged onto Elena's ass and pushed
the towel down her backside.

"I have gotten to where I don't care."

"Then forget about him, at least for now," I said softly. The towel
lay across her thighs, and the deep crack of her ass was exposed. I
worked the oil into her cheeks and opened them to catch glimpses of
her asshole.

"You are my good friend..." I reached for the oil in the bottle
warmer. I squirted some on Elena's rear and massaged buttocks and
thighs.

"Roll over now and close your eyes. Think of a place you love, a
beautiful place."

Elena rolled onto her back and shut her eyes after a drowsy glance
down at me. I drizzled a dollop of oil between her breasts . I spread
the oil under her chin and rubbed her shoulders. Working down, I used
my soft hands (no gardener I) to radiate out from her breastbone in
larger circles until her nipples were under my probing fingers.

"These places Gertrude doesn't massage." Yet she didn't stop me. I
reached for the bottle and ran a string of oil from under her breasts
to her belly button, which I filled. It probably held a thimble full.
I glided my hands over her abdomen and pelvis. Then I bent her legs
and placed her feet on the crisp white sheet. The section of the
padded table at this end was hinged, so I unlocked it and folded it
down. I looked up as I worked on the table and saw that Antonia was
gone. I was relieved. Now I could stop.

"Do you think I'm fat?" The question drew back my attention.

"No, Elena." I caressed her belly and hips. A wispy line led from her
belly button to her pubic hair. I dribbled a few more oil drops and
rubbed just above her kinky fuzz. Her pussy lips were darkly
pigmented; I brushed the inside of her thighs and spread them apart.
Her clitoris was big. Without really thinking I used my oily fingers
to massage her. Firm.

"Faster, Fran." I felt warm again - to be wanted and to want. I knelt
at the foot of the massage table and fingered her. Her ass and legs
tensed.

She was open to me and I licked her. I wanted Elena to come as she
never had and I let my long shackled imagination free to play where it
desired. Elena slid her cunt full into my face and at last my tongue
could reach the orifice I had glimpsed while handling her ass. As I
tickled at her asshole she juiced in orgasm. Elena didn't speak, cry
out or gasp - just a drawn out hum punctuated by leaps up the scale.

I knelt exhausted on the floor. Elena got off the table and wrapped a
towel around her waist. She came over to me and put her hands on each
side of my face.

"How did you know about me?" she asked.

I couldn't say anything.

"I want to be your lover. I have for a long, long time. It started
when you helped me with my English - so many years ago."

"Elena..." I started.

"Shhhh. We won't talk now. I'll call you."

I rose and left the room. The window at the end of the hall brightened
as the sun broke through the clouds.


"Four Ball" by Saffy_8  <concorde@tande.com>
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