My name is Andy Greer, and I am an opportunist. I'm also a bit of a loner. Other people, I am sure, would describe me in a very different way. You see, I seduce and fuck other men's wives. The way I see it, what I do is a win for everyone. I perform a valuable community service. I can hear you, the reader, laughing at this point, but follow along with the story of myself and Marie, and perhaps you will understand.
I'll begin with a little background on myself. I'm an athlete and have been all my life. I'm tall and muscular, and I have sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a chiseled jaw. I work as a golf pro at the Westchase Golf Club in Tampa. I meet and work with a lot of people every day, which may come across as a bit odd for someone that is a loner. I'm not anti-social, and I have no problem conversing with people. My problem is that I just don't like putting up with other people's bullshit. I don't like to compromise, and I want to do what I want to do. I don't want kids, and I don't want a relationship with a woman. I'm not a relationship kind of guy. They have always ended in disaster for me, and I finally came to the realization that I should just avoid them.
The club I work for has spent a lot of money marketing to women. I have a fairly long client list of them that come in for lessons and to work on a part of their game. Some of the work is done on the driving range, but I will frequently take them through nine, and sometimes eighteen, holes as part of the lesson. It is amazing to me just what a woman will tell you about herself and her life when you are willing to listen to her. Inevitably, they swing the conversation in my direction; this is where the first seed is always planted. I make it very clear that I am far too selfish to have a real relationship with a woman. My relationships with women are firmly stuck in the friend zone, or they are only sexual in nature. Some women are mortified, some are intrigued. Some seem to think they have been offered a personal challenge to make an honest man of me. Those women are the ones that I distance myself from the most.
In early May of last year, I had a new client scheduled. Her name was Marie, and she had never picked up a golf club in her life. Marie is a married thirty five year old mother of two school aged children. She is quite an attractive brunette, with a very pretty face and load of curves in all the right places. She wanted to learn to play golf so that she could go out to play with her husband, Jason, who was an avid golfer. She complained that they never got to spend any time together, and she thought that learning the game would give them an opportunity. We worked together for several months, and Marie picked up the game very well in such a short period. She wasn't going to join the LGPA tour, but she certainly had become skilled enough to be able to play a round and enjoy it. During our twice weekly sessions, we had some good conversation, and Marie shared quite a lot of personal information with me. Little by little, she revealed the oft repeated refrain of housewives everywhere. Her husband had lost interest in her, their sex life was infrequent and boring, she wondered if he found her attractive. Was he having an affair? She needed more in her life. I had been safe to her up until this point, and now she had told me everything I needed to know.
About a week later, she had come for her lesson and was very distraught. She suggested to her husband that they play golf together over the weekend, and he had laughed at her. Golf, for him, was guy time. He wasn't interested in giving up playing golf with his buddies to play with his wife. I could have told her this would have happened months before, but she wouldn't have believed me. Now, on the fifteen green, I was holding a sobbing woman in my arms.
"Look, Marie. I won't charge you for today. You tried. Your husband is a very lucky man, and he doesn't even realize it."
"No, no. You are not giving away your time for free. Besides, I have come to really enjoy playing," she sniffed. "I want to keep going with my lessons."
"Well, honestly, you have come a long way in such a short period. You have a gift for this game. It really would be a bit of a shame for you to give it up so soon."
"Andy, can I ask you a favor," she asked.
I looked at her and cocked my head.
"Will you be my partner in the charity event next Saturday? I was hoping Jason would have done it, but evidently getting drunk with his idiot friends is more important to him."
"I'd love to. I actually want to play, and don't have a partner. Frankly, I'd much rather spend my time with my favorite things in life-golf and a beautiful woman-than a bottle of beer and a couple drunk guys."
"That's the first time you ever said something like that to me," Marie said with a smile. She was blushing a little bit. "I was convinced that you would try to hit on me, but you've been a complete gentleman. My girlfriend said that you're probably gay," she blurted out, laughing.
"Number one, I assure you that I am most definitely not gay. Number two-was there a reason that you were discussing me with your girlfriend, Marie?"
Marie turned crimson, and she fumbled for an answer. "Ah...um...no. Girls just talk. I...she knows that you give me lessons. I told her that I figured you would...
She saw me laughing, and realized...or so she thought...that I was just teasing her. She girl punched me in the chest. "You are so bad," she said. I have to keep my eye on you, Andy Greer!"
"Careful. That could get you into trouble," I said, and stuck my tongue out at her.
She rolled her eyes, and climbed into the golf cart. We finished out the game, and went into the clubhouse for a drink and a bite to eat.
We settled at a table, and a waitress came to take our orders. It turned out that the waitress was a woman that I had dated a few years back, when I was still actually trying for a relationship. Her name is June, and she is a blonde knockout.
"Hi, Andy. I didn't realize they're letting the riff raff in here these days. What have you been up to lately?"
"Same old, June. Same old. How is school going? Have you finished yet?"
"Sure have. Doctorate in social work, and I'm waitressing at a golf course. Good times. At least my boyfriend has a good job."
"Yeah? Serious?"
"We'll see. Men all have the capacity to be assholes, as you well know." She looked at Marie. "Since Mr. Manners here hasn't thought to introduce me, I'm June. He and I used to be an item. So how long have you two been dating?"
Marie stuck out her hand. "Marie. And we aren't dating. He has been giving me lessons. He's pretty good at that."
"Ah, good Marie. He is damned good at teaching golf. He is damned bad at relationships. Count your blessings."
I laughed. "Marie and her friend were speculating that I was gay. Thankfully, you can vouch for me. Not that there's anything wrong with that," he said with a laugh.
June looked at Marie. "Oh, this man is assuredly NOT gay. Seriously, all the crap he put me through was almost worth dealing with when we were between the sheets," she said with a wistful look on her face. "The sex was just incredible. Oops. That's probably not appropriate conversation for a client," she giggled.
