(This is the second of my stories, and it is set in what I think is a fairly unique venue, and hopefully you will enjoy it as much as I did writing it. I got the idea for the setting from a story I read (forgot the author back on Seakings Site) about a decade ago, and knew back then that being an avid golfer I would have to try to pen this tale someday. For the non-golfers out their I tried to be as descriptive as possible! So here it is, and I will separate it into two parts, this entire first post will be free of fighting, yet don’t get discouraged, their will be catty antics aplenty on the golf course with girls in lingerie! Upon posting the first section I will then reply to my post with the second part of the story and that will be all fighting. This at least gives readers who grow bored reading the background and antics on the golf course (and hopefully you won't) leading up to the fight the ability to then jump right to the fight. Again, being new to writing I would love your comments on what you liked and where I can improve upon!”
The back of my head hurt for days after our surprise run-in with the group of bikers. I blacked out at the end of the brutal encounter from a shot to the head, but luckily the jogger I had screamed out to realized the serious trouble we were in, and managed to call the cops. The lump on the back of my skull was nothing compared to what Amanda had went through, both physically and mentally, so I really couldn’t piss and moan to much. Luckily for my girl all of her injuries looked much worse than they were, and she was beyond lucky the damage to her china doll face was superficial. All of the scrapes, the huge bump on her forehead, the crack in her upper lip, and the shots to her stomach weren’t serious, and after a week her face looked as beautiful as ever. With that in the past, we agreed to bury it and never speak of it again.
It was a few weeks later, and I was lounging on the couch watching football. From the kitchen I heard Amanda yelling something or other, “What?” I yelled out hoping I didn’t have to get off my lazy ass. “I said don’t forget that I’m playing in that golf tournament tomorrow!” Amanda yelled much louder, and I still didn’t pay much attention. “Yeah…got it…have fun” I hollered back, then quickly added, “Wait, what? You play golf?” Amanda walked into the room and I begrudgingly took my eyes off the football game on TV, finally giving her my attention as she spoke, “Yeah, I used to play golf all the time, I was on the high school team…I could probably kick your ass in a round I bet! But anyway tomorrow is a lingerie golf tournament for charity at The Soaring Eagle country club.”
She said it so casually that I almost didn’t catch it, “Wait, What?” I said again, apparently I felt the need to repeat the same two-word question, and then I quickly added, “A lingerie tournament? Are you a caddie?” She shook her head, “Please…I wouldn’t waste my time caddying for anyone but you…no I am playing…it’s a female only tournament and all the girls will be wearing lingerie…all the money goes to charity, but the winning girl of the tournament gets a weekend away!” She said it so nonchalantly… like golfing in lingerie was an everyday occurrence…and it was actually tripping up my train of thought thinking of girls golfing in lingerie.
“Ok, so if you’re parading around in lingerie, then I’ll come caddie for you!” She shook her head, “No silly…they give us carts…we go off in twosomes and play our own ball…It shouldn’t be a long day because were teeing off in the morning, but you can meet me down their for dinner!” I was still confused, “So why exactly are you playing in lingerie?” She laughed, like I should have known, “Because the people who sponsor us by making donations get a photo of each of the girls in their lingerie, and all those donations they make then go to charity!” It seemed to make perfect sense…I smelled an idea for future TV...lingerie golf! Maybe I would be rich after all!
*****
Amanda sauntered out of the women's locker room, freshly changed into her lingerie, and looked absolutely stunning, in an outfit that was anything but practical for a round of golf. White bra, matching thong, little ankle hi socks and a pair of golf spikes was her outfit for the day.
Amanda went to the range to hit a few golf balls to loosen up, then made a few practice putts on the putting green before grabbing her bag and walking over to find her cart. Amanda walked over to where most of the golf carts were parked and began looking for hers, having no luck at all in finding it. The blonde’s head suddenly did a double take…could that be Joselyn? No way…this girl looked like her but with a slightly thinner nose and much bigger breasts, but yet it looked just like she would now. Amanda’s eyes squinted at the brunette and then realized it was in fact that slutty bitch from high school…Joselyn and Amanda were rivals in every sense of the word, the only thing they shared were stunningly good looks…and big fake breasts. Amanda pretended not to see the brunette and continued looking for her cart, but curse her luck, for Joselyn stood up form the golf cart. The brunette looked to die for in an outfit identical to Amanda’s wearing a white bra that looked to be a size to small, and a sexy white thong, the material a nice contrast against her darker skin.
Joselyn starred at Amanda for a few seconds, snickered, and said, “Amanda, I’m shocked to see you here! It’s been so long…I wish I could say that I missed seeing you!”
Amanda’s mood soured, she hated Joselyn with a passion, and the brunette was one of the few people in the world the normally personable blonde detested. “I’m assuming you are working this event…here why don’t you carry my golf bag for me and find my cart!”
Joselyn laughed, “Good thing you were always funny since you don’t have looks going for you anymore… my you have really aged roughly…but to answer your question I’m playing…and looking around I don’t see much competition, but than again not many girls are in my league on any level.”
Amanda laughed, “Yeah I think you lead the whole league of high school in guys fucked…no one could touch your record. The whole football team got a piece of you I heard.”
Joselyn’s lip curled, “Speaking of high school I remember your sweet old mom…tell me sweetie is she still living out the backseat of her 1992 Dodge Spirit or did she get a new car…or should I say mobile home in her case?”
Amanda’s blood boiled being reminded of her poor upbringing, and starring right back at Joselyn, “No, she has a beautiful home now, but speaking of moms is yours deported yet, or is still bleaching toilets trying to get a green card?”
Joselyn put on a fake smile, “Why no Amanda, she’s a citizen now, thanks for your concern…but speaking of bleach is that how you get your hair that lovely shade of washed out faded blonde, last I saw you were a brunette…quiet a change for you!”
Amanda now wore her fake smile, “Speaking of change Joselyn, it appears you changed quite a bit…looks like a new nose to replace that honker you had, some puffier lips to actually make you look feminine, and a much thinner chin structure than I remember you having in high school…although I see you kept the thick ass, couldn’t afford liposuction?”
Joselyn glared at the blonde, “It’s called a woman’s ass dear, sorry I have developed since high school while other than your fake tits it looks like you kept the body of a 12 year old little boy!”
Amanda shook her head, “Well Joselyn, as fun as it is reminiscing with you, I have to go win a tournament, and start by finding my cart.”
Joselyn chuckled as Amanda walked away, “Find a new hairstyle to sweetie, the 1980’s called looking for their bushy afro back!”
*****
Amanda was standing in between the first tee and the pro shop, still having no clue where the hell cart was, number 42 seemed to be hiding from her. It was almost her tee time, and she was starting to get concerned. Standing with her bag waiting, her head spun around as a golf cart came zooming through the parking lot, with none other than the brunette, Joselyn driving it…and to Amanda’s horror the number 42 stood out in big black numbers on it’s hood. How the fuck did she not notice that before! Amanda swore, and waited hoping this was some kind of mistake...could fate really be this cruel? The blonde looked at her registration paperwork and a string of curses filled the air seeing her cart assignment, number 42. Joselyn pulled up next to the tee box, smiling at Amanda, “No sweetie I don’t need a caddie, I have this cart, but you could fetch me a drink!”
Amanda shook her head, “Bitch you could use the walk to shape up that flabby ass…It’s going to be a long day…they have me stuck playing with you!” she hissed through closed teeth, and began attaching her clubs to the back of Joselyn’s cart.
Joselyn leapt out of the driver’s seat of the cart, “The fuck you are…I don’t know what kinda joke you think you are pulling, but this is my cart and I don’t want to get your STD’s all over the seat of it!”
Amanda ripped the paperwork out of her golf bag’s pocket, and waved it in Joselyn’s face, “Look…42! See it in black and white! I didn’t pick to be stuck with you believe me!” She shoved the paper at brunette and stormed up to the first tee, tying to remain calm, but her blood pressure was boiling. The blonde began taking a few practices swings trying to clear her head when Joselyn stomped up the path leading to the tee box. Amanda watched the brunette, obviously flustered as well, fumbling around holding two handfuls of golf balls and tees, then loosing her grip on the balls and sending a pair bouncing on the tee. The blonde turned to golf starter, an elderly gentleman, and joked, “You have to excuse her, she’s used to balls being in her mouth or slapping her chin, not in her hands!” The starter didn’t understand the comment, but Joselyn shot back “Fuck you bitch!” The comment definitely wasn’t lost on the brunette, who continued yelling, “Amanda I am most certainly NOT playing a round of golf with the likes of you! Golf is a game for people with class, not strippers!” Joselyn walked up to the starter and began yelling at the old man, like he could somehow alter the assigned pairings. After a few minutes of frustration, and making no headway yelling at the old man, Joselyn finally resigned to the fact she was stuck playing with Amanda and began getting ready to tee off.
“Who says you go first?” Amanda asked watching Joselyn puting her tee in the ground.
“Beauty before beast!” Joselyn snapped back, clearly pissed off and it looked like the brunette would be hitting first. Amanda didn’t feel the need to press the issue, stood to the side watched Joselyn swinging her club. The blonde was surprised for the brunette really had a flawless practice swing, going back in a perfect arc, the club hitting parallel with the ground, then her downswing a fluid motion ending in a shoulder turn. After taking a few more warm up swings, Joselyn noticed the old starter staring at her breasts, which were almost popping out of her low cut bra. The brunette stopped her swing, yelling, “Hey old man! Take a picture it lasts longer…and I don’t want to be responsible for you having a heart attack so stop staring at my tits!”
Amanda’s eyes rolled in her head, “Once a classless bitch always a classless bitch!” she yelled and the starter quickly looked away in embarrassment. Amanda tried to make him feel better, “She’s not used to getting attention from men, so I’m sorry for her ignorance!” The old man smiled at Amanda, and Joselyn finally had her ball teed up, and the brunette gripped her club with a little swing in her ass while lining up with the fairway. A textbook swing on the tee box, and Joselyn hit a beautiful shot down the left side of the fairway, the ball flying through the air and then slowly hooking back towards the center of the short grass. Amanda was surprised the bitch was that good, but didn’t say anything chalking it up to beginners luck.
Amanda stood over her ball, lining up and preparing to hit, feeling the old man’s eyes on her now, and she could tell the bra was barely holding her bulging boobs inside. Smiling now, not minding the attention, the blonde went about lining up her shot, slowly her club came back and just when her downswing began, Joselyn broke out in a coughing spell. Amanda’s concentration was ruined, the ball launching off the tee, but then wildly hooking hard to the right, hooking, hooking and then landing some where in the tall grass landing miles from the fairway. Joselyn smiled, “Oh my goodness! I am soooo sorry for coughing I must have swallowed a bug!”
Joselyn didn’t wait for a response, and was already in motion walking to the cart. The brunette tossed her driver in the bag, watching the furious blonde storm over. Amanda slammed her driver in the bag, and yelled, “What the fuck was that? You ruined my shot!”
Joselyn smiled, “What ever are you talking about? Your floppy tits probably got in the way…now I apologized already about coughing, so I strongly suggest you get in unless you want to walk!” Amanda began to lower herself into the cart, and before her ass even hit the seat, Joselyn slammed on the accelerator, the shocked blonde almost falling out of the cart. Amanda latched onto the cart’s railing and glared daggers at Joselyn who pretended not to notice while speeding down the small hill. Joselyn drove to the edge of the fairway, and began slowing down where Amanda’s shot had wildly hooked into the rough. Amanda stepped out of the cart, grabbed a 5 iron and began walking into the deep rough, fully expecting Joselyn to also get out of the cart and help her.
The blonde fumed when she spun around and the cart was already speeding away, Joselyn in her own world, driving to her ball, which was much further, and dead center of the fairway. Amanda muttered to herself and stomped around for several minutes in the ankle high grass, swinging her 5 iron through the deep rough trying to find her ball to no avail, and was getting more and more pissed. Then, to top it all off Joselyn drove the cart back near the rough, yelling out “Let’s go! I already hit my shot and it’s on the green soooooo I have a birdie put!” Amanda bit back her response and dropped a new ball in the rough, hitting it up near the green. After both girls had putt out, Joselyn sat back in the driver seat, grabbed the pencil and wrote down her score. The brunette smiled, “Well that was a great start for me…I got a par! What did you get…I lost count!”
Amanda’s felt her face flush, this was going to be a loooong day, “A bogey!”
Joselyn stopped the cart, slamming on the breaks “What? You lost a ball and then didn’t hit the green in your next shot! I know you had trouble in school with basic math dear, but with your penalty shot for losing your ball, that would be a double bogey!”
Joselyn was right…Amanda fumed, forgetting about the stupid penalty shot and then snarled, "Just worry about your own score, bitch!”
Joselyn wrote down a 6 on the scorecard for Amanda and chuckled,
"A double bogey it is then…cheater!"
The second hole was a short par three, and the antics continued on the tee box. Joselyn’s had the honors, lined up her shot, took her club back and then on her down swing Amanda tossed her golf ball, bouncing it right between the brunettes feet. Joselyn somehow managed to hit her ball, but the shot began slicing away from the green, landing and then careening even further left bouncing with the down slope’s contour. The brunette slammed her 9 iron on the ground, “What the fuck was that?” she screamed.
Amanda looked innocent, her hands rose in the air, “Sorry, I guess I dropped my ball…no big deal.”
Both girls were now on the putting green, and Amanda was bent down, like a baseball catcher in a squat, carefully lining up her birdie putt. Joselyn walked on the green, the brunette noting Amanda’s aim, and then walked directly between her and the pin, and spun her spiked shoes directly in the blonde’s putting path. Amanda looked up from the ground, yelling “Hey your fat ass tore up the green right in my putting line!”
Joselyn chuckled, “I’ve seen you putt, maybe it will help your game!”
On the third tee, Amanda let Joselyn leave the golf cart first, the blonde waiting until the brunette began her walk up to the box, driver in hand. After Amanda grabbed her driver, the blonde quickly began pulling open all the pockets on Joselyn’s golf bag, undid the strap holding the brunette’s bag to the golf cart, and then walked up to the tee box making sure she wasn’t seen. Both girls teed off hitting the fairway with their shots, and walked in silence back to the cart, Amanda keeping her eyes on the ground, but with a satisfied bounce in her step. Joselyn’s foot hit the gas, and Amanda burst out laughing as the brunette’s golf bag flew right off the crashing and bouncing on the fairway. The brunette slammed on the breaks, spun around and yelled, “What the fuck did you do you blonde bitch!”
Again Amanda played innocent, “Holy shit Joselyn, your bag just fell off the cart…maybe you need to tighten the strap better next time…after all you did a great job tightening your bra straps to get your tits to hang out!” Joselyn raged as most of her golf bag’s contents had dumped out of the now empty pockets; tees and golf balls littered the fairway, intermixed with a few clubs that had fallen out of the bag. Amanda watched with a satisfied smile while Joselyn was scrambling to get all her loose paraphernalia back in the golf bag. Two hands full of tees and balls, Joselyn stormed over to the cart, slammed the stuff in her bag and went back for her loose clubs. Joselyn grabbed her bag, “This fuckin bag falls of the cart again, you’ll be sorry!” Joselyn jammed the bag on the cart, tossed her loose clubs in place and yanked on the strap securing it tightly.
The fifth hole was straight down hill and the green was a sharp dogleg to the left. Both girls teed off, and hit great shots again the girls’ balls landing in the fairway. Joselyn drove the cart slowly down the hill, and then floored it gaining speed, until she whipped the steering wheel violently stwisting the wheel to left. The golf cart lurched, skidding and teetering on two wheels, tearing up the fairway, but ejecting the shocked blonde, sending Amanda tumbling from the passenger seat. Joselyn almost pissed herself, watching as Amanda’s body landed shoulder first, then skipped off the fairway, tumbling in mid air and flipped again, around and around the blonde went rolling halfway down the hill. “You fucking cxnt!” Amanda shrieked holding her shoulder, and apparently the jarring impact had done some damage as the blonde sat on the ground with her arm-hanging limp.
Joselyn was still laughing, and slowly drove the cart to the fallen blonde, “Sorry sweetie…didn’t you see that squirrel? I didn’t’ want to run the poor little guy over and I thought for sure you had seen him and would have hung on. Oh and by the way put your deformed tit back in your bra!”
Amanda was still holding her aching shoulder, the fall knocking the wind out of her, and her blood pressure boiled. It took a few seconds before she finally regained some feeling in her stinging shoulder and then stood up, noticing her breast had popped out. The blonde quickly slid her left breast back inside of her bra and then stormed up to the cart, “You better watch it bitch!”
Joselyn batted her eyelashes, trying not to laugh seeing the grass stains on Amanda’s body, “I said I was sorry…and I am sure the squirrel would thank you!”
The sixth hole was a short par three over the water, and both golfers hit their shots on the green. Amanda walked back to the cart, tossed her sand wedge back in the bag, and grabbed her putter. The blonde held the putter by its metal shaft, and the first bump Joselyn drove the cart over Amanda violently brought the putter up flying off her lap slamming the hard grip blasting into the bottom of the brunette’s right breast. Joselyn jammed on the breaks, her hand coming up to her stinging mammary, and snarled, “What the fuck you bitch!”
Amanda tried to play innocent, “Joselyn I’m sorry, you need to drive more carefully…that was a huge bump you hit and you oversized tit was in the way!”
On the seventh tee box, a long par 5, Joselyn walked up to the tee with her driver in hand getting ready to tee off. Just as the brunette bent over and slid the tee into the ground, Amanda forcefully slid her thigh into Joselyn’s ass. The brunette stumbled forward, tripping down to the ground "I believe it's my honor" Amanda yelled out.
Joselyn scrambled off the ground, and got in Amanda’s face, both girls could feel the other’s breath on their face, the brunette hissed, “Try that again and you’ll be sorry slut!” The tension hung in the air, the girls were standing so close to each other their breasts were almost touching.
Amanda smiled, “Rules are rules, the honors are mine…and your little threats don’t scare me!”
Joselyn snapped back, “That’s a promise, not a threat bitch!”
The next few holes were played with out major incident, and the girls both pared the ninth hole. Joselyn sat in the cart quickly tallying the scores, and then purred, “That’s a 40 for me…and let’s see Amanda I may need a calculator to add your score…hmmmm…Yup…a 42 for you…” Amanda didn’t say a word, but waited in the cart while Joselyn went to run and grab something from her car. Finally after waiting around for a few minutes, Amanda grew impatient and began to walk to the halfway house to get a much-needed beer to take the edge of her mood.
*****
I decided not to wait for Amanda to finish her round, and even though she told me I could meet her for dinner, I figured no time like the present. I arrived at the Country Club seeing quite a few good-looking gals, and was surprised that some of them actually knew what they were doing with a golf club! I strolled over to the halfway house figuring Amanda was probably on the 8th hole by now, judging by what time she had teed off in the morning. I ordered a beer from the girl working at the counter, figuring she should have been much prettier. Maybe it’s me but when you think of a beer girl on a golf course you think “Barely Legal Teen”, maybe a slutty little Asian, something to get the blood pumping…but this was not the case here. She smiled at me, and I tipped her a buck, like I said, she wasn’t that pretty so I figured no point pissing away money. I sat in the outdated patio furniture watching as a two some of average looking girls came driving over from the ninth green.
I smiled, tipped my beer bottle in a polite wave, and watched them tee off on the tenth tee…these were not good golfers. I can see why the Country club limited each pairing to twosomes and not foursomes. A few more groups passed when I saw my girlfriend walking over to the halfway house. I smiled, stood up, ran over and gave her a big hug…and did she look sexy in her white lingerie. Her body seemed to be glistening with sweat, her long hair wildly flowing over her shoulders, but I could tell something was wrong. So I then proceeded to got an earful, hearing about how terrible of a time she was having being pared up with some brunette bitch. I kinda chuckled hearing what the girls had done to each other, but her death stare whipped the smile off my face. We walked back over the halfway house, I grabbed us each a drink, and Amanda decided to use the restroom to freshen up.
Out of options, I sat back down in the chair and swigged some of my beer, nothing like a cold Corona on a blistering hot summer day. I figured another group of girls was done with the ninth hole when I heard a cart approaching, but saw it was a single rider…must be Amanda’s playing partner. I did a quick double take seeing an all to familiar, yet distinctively different brunette driving up. “Oh great the bitch is back!” Amanda yelled over my shoulder already done with the bathroom, but I was starring at the girl driving the cart…could that be her? The second I saw her reaction when our eyes met I knew it was Joselyn.
“Oh my god you look good!” I yelled out, probably not the smartest thing to yell to a girl you used to date when your present girlfriend is standing behind you, but she was now a heart stopper now with the body of a centerfold. Her entire body had gone under a metamorphosis in the last two years, and when she leapt out of the golf cart I was actually taken aback by her beauty. She threw her arms up, ran over and gave me a huge hug, her new fake breasts smashing into my chest, and damn did they fell good, and big, and firm, and I wanted to motor boat suddenly...Fuck Amanda’s here!
“I can’t believe it…I haven’t seen you in years!” Joselyn squealed, still hugging me. “What are you doing here?” she asked looking up into my eyes. Her face was stunning, she must have had gotten a nose job, and I was actually caught up starring at her that I had forgotten she asked me a question.
“He’s here with me bitch! Now get your fucking hands off my man!” Amanda yelled from only a few feet away from us. Oh shit! Amanda…I had again forgotten my girlfriend was even standing behind me, lost in Joselyn’s new beauty.
Joselyn’s head snapped to me, “You’re dating this bleached blonde tramp?” she asked starring up at me, her arms unwrapping from the hug, her breasts pulling away from my skin. God how big of tits did she get, I wondered.
Amanda stormed forward, “We’ve been together for a year! How the fuck do you know him?”
Joselyn smiled at me again, “We dated for a lonnng time…a few years ago!”
Amanda’s blood boiled, “Well just stay the fuck away from him…I don’t need him catching one of your STD’s!”
I was speechless listening to these two go back and forth…they were beyond vicious in their remarks to one another. The next group of girls came over from the ninth green, and I realized we were creating a traffic jam at the halfway house. “You girls better get to the tee…the next group is here already!” I said, still starring at Joselyn, holy shit she tightened her midsection up, not that she was overweight before, but now I could see her abs! God was that sexy on a girl.
Joselyn smiled at me, “Why don’tcha walk along with us…we can catch up on the back nine!”
“That sounds great!” I said and began walking over to the tee box, Amanda latching onto my hand starring daggers while Joselyn drove the cart over.
“You fucked her!” Amanda screamed at the top of her lungs. I looked around, how the halfway house girl didn’t hear her was beyond me. “Well we dated for a long time, and people who date end up sleeping together at some point…so yes we had sex.” I said trying to calm Amanda down. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” she again roared in the air, apparently being in the open air around other people didn’t concern her at this point…after all this was a golf course so apparently outbursts of profanity were the norm for still no one looked over. “Listen I didn’t tell you the names of every girl I dated, and beside how in God’s name would I even know that you knew who she was?” Their… some good ole fashion logic should confuse her and hopefully keep her quiet.
We got to the tenth hole tee box, and Joselyn was already standing with her driver in her hand. Don’t stare at her tits, don’t stare at her tits, don’t stare…ohhhh fuck…the brunette smiled up at me seeing me gawking at her new implants. Of course she had to make a comment, “Do you like em’…I got them right after we broke up!” Figures, we date and you look average, then we break up and you become a fuckin perfect 10 Playboy Playmate…story of my life.
Amanda snarled, “Does who like what?”
Joselyn smiled, “Well I saw him staring at my breasts, so I was wondering what he thought of them!”
Touché Joselyn…way to leave me hanging! “Owwww!” I yelled as Amanda’s nails dug into my arm.
“Were you starring at that slut’s breasts?” my girlfriend yelled at me.
The brunette broke the uncomfortable silence, “Well, Amanda remember I still have honors so I’ll go first!” Joselyn smiled at me, “I could use a few pointers with my swing, so tell me what I am doing wrong ok?” She asked, battering her eyelashes. With her driver in hand, she stuck her ass backward and slowly bent at the waist. Clearly this was not the most effective way to tee up a golf ball, but definitely the most provocative that I had ever seen. God this girl had an ass and a half now, and I starred open-mouthed watching it swish side to side while she fiddle fucked with the golf tee, the white thong hardly hiding of her fleshy cheeks. Joselyn’s long hair cascaded down, with her entire upper body bent over and the brunette still didn’t have the tee in the ground. “Ohhh noooo!” the brunette yelled, “My tee just won’t go in the ground!” Her ass wiggled side to side as she pretended to have a problem getting her golf tee in the ground.
Amanda’s elbow slammed into my ribs, “Don’t stare at that fuckin skank!” she yelled at me, and then she snapped at Joselyn, “Hit your goddamn ball slut!”
Both girls teed off and I never thought I would have enjoyed watching golf, but what a game it was when you’re watching two lingerie clad catty vixens playing. The girls hit their shots on the green, and Joselyn’s ball was further away so she would be putting first. I walked up to the green and watched, as the brunette began lining up her put, her ass sticking out again, then slowly she bent forward. God what a behind! This girl must live in the gym now to get an ass like this! Amanda saw me ogling the incredible behind, and yelled out, “Fucking hit your putt already!” But Joselyn didn’t even acknowledge my girlfriend, instead the thong-covered ass squirmed side to side.
After a few more seconds, Joselyn still hunched over at the waist, smiled back to me, “I just can’t get a good read on this putt!”
Amanda was livid, and I knew I shouldn’t have starred for so long, but even Joselyn’s thighs were shapelier than when we dated. My girl screamed, “Hit you putt, before I hit you!”
That got Joselyn’s attention, and she stood tall, “What are you suddenly trying to show off in front of your man?” She snapped at Amanda, “I’ll fucking putt when I am ready, unless you want to come over here and make me putt now!” Of course Amanda stood where she was, fuming, but not going over. A few minutes later and the girls both missed their putts, and got pars.
The eleventh hole was the hardest hole on the course, and after the girls teed off, Joselyn drove down the cart path, while Amanda walked with me. We crested the hill, and I noticed how hard the hole sloped severely to the right, Amanda may have been correct in thinking Joselyn’s tee shot was out of bounds. The difficultly of the hole was that everything slopped hard right, and the fairway on the right ended in only a few yards of rough, then a shrub or two and then loomed the out of bounds. The out of bounds line guarded a huge drop off from the course, down a steep hill overlooking a pond. Quiet a view I must say as I watched Joselyn walk near the OB line, looking for her ball, which may have gone over the line.
“I told you to hit a provisional ball when we were on the tee!” Amanda yelled standing over her tee shot, which was dead center of the fairway, “Now get your fat ass back to the tee and re-hit! Your ball’s out of bounds you dumb Spic!”
Joselyn dropped her club, and began storming over towards the cart and Amanda, “What the fuck did you say you blonde piece of shit!”
Amanda screamed back, “I said hit another ball Spic!”
Oh no…not smart Amanda! The one thing I remembered that really bothered Joselyn from our time together, was people who used that slur.
Joselyn was stomping over, “Me and you right now you cxnt! I have put up with your scatter brained antics for to fucking long!” screaming the brunette continued, “And don’t get involved when I beat this blonde’s brains in!” She yelled the last part directly at me.
Amanda looked back at me, apparently my girl wanted to fight, “You want a piece of me you dumb cxnt? Fine, no matter what happens, he won’t get involved!” I noticed they didn’t ask for my opinion in the matter of getting involved should things get out of hand, but things suddenly exploded into action.
