"Come on Jake," Thom encouraged. "We need a good drive on this hole."
"I will do my best Mr. Tilly," I sighed. "I should have spent more time golfing instead of basketball when I was younger."
"For craps sake, will you quit calling me Mr. Tilly and call me Thom. My gosh, you've been dating Teagan openly for the better part of 8 months now. I think were past that now."
"Sorry, Thom," I corrected myself. "I'm just not used to it yet."
"You better get used to it then. Teagan thinks you are going to ask the question any day now."
"What gave her that idea?"
"She knows," he laughed.
"I haven't even asked you if I can ask."
"Well, if you want to ask her, you have my permission you know. You are like the son I wish I had. You're a good man and good for her."
"Thank you Thom," I smiled. "I was going to ask you but I was going to wait until the time was right."
"There, I saved you the trouble he chuckled. Now hit a good one so I don't have to keep carrying your ass for the whole round. I really want to beat those guys."
"Come on," I joked. "What about the last few holes? I got us a birdie and two nice pars."
"The sun shines on a dogs ass every once in a while," he said slapping me on the back.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I laughed.
"Hey, you two going to hit or spend all day talking about it?" Melvin cried.
Thom groaned but didn't say anything. I could tell he was on edge. He really wanted to beat these two this time. It was a matter of pride for him. We weren't trying to win a PGA tour event or anything but it was important to him. These were his cross town rivals from another dealership. He hadn't won against them in five years now. He really wanted to shut them up.
Thom's shot had strayed off course and he was in the rough. With a one shot lead we should have been ok but the other two were perfectly in the fairway on this shorter par 5 finishing hole. That put the pressure on me to find the fairway myself.
I relaxed as I set up and got ready to hit. I wasn't the best golfer in the world but I held my own. I played in high school and some in college but nothing like basketball. I looked at the ball and stepped back a half step to get the ball further forward in my stance now. I had been pulling the last few drives right so this was the necessary adjustment I needed. I decided to swing hard and let it fly.
"Holy shit," Thom cheered. "It may never come down."
"Wow," I said as I watched it fly straight and far. It flew really far. At least 75 yards further than the other two balls in the fairway.
"Ringer," Melvin cried. "Where the hell did you find him?"
"You like that don't you," Thom hissed. "I knew I brought you for a reason."
We drove up and waited on Thom to hit. He put it back in the fairway just short of where my ball was. The other two hit and left them just off the green. We drove up to Thom's again and he put it just off the green. That put the pressure back on me.
"Dam, that was about 290 on that drive," he cried.
"I get lucky once in a while," I joked.
"Well lucky," Thom said. "Put it close and seal the deal."
I played a 7 and landed it about 25 feet from the cup, dead center on the green.
"That should do it," I said as I climbed back into the cart.
"Baring nothing too crazy from them," he offered.
They both chipped them close but not in. Thom flopped his shot and left a ten footer for par. I had an eagle putt to give us a two shot advantage. I rolled it within six inches and tapped in for birdie. That sealed the match and the win Thom had been waiting for.
We shook hands and headed back to the club house for lunch. Thom was all smiles as he bragged about the win. I just smiled and ate my lunch. It wasn't that big of a deal to me.
"Hey Thom," I stopped him as we were leaving.
"Yes?" he questioned.
"I want to do this right. I love your daughter and I want to ask you if I can ask her for her hand. I know you gave me your blessing earlier but I want to ask the right way."
"I'd be happy to have you as my son," he smiled. "You have my blessing."
"Thank you," I said.
"When do you plan to ask?"
"I don't know. I have my first game of the season on Thursday night. Maybe on Friday, we are going to dinner. I'm just going to play it out and see how it goes."
"Is Taylor going to start?" he now asked.
Taylor was a freshman and the third of his four daughters. Tara was his oldest at 20, then Teagan at 19 now. They took a break before having Taylor and then soon after Tessa came along. Yeah, they had a thing for the letter T.
"I don't know," I said truthfully. "She's good and has improved a lot over the summer but I have Mandy and Mindy still as my two best guards. I just want to make sure she is ready for the role. She might not start but she will see a lot of time, that I can say for certain."
"At least you're honest with me," Thom smiled.
"If I can get Mindy comfortable playing in a different spot she will start for sure. Maybe a few games and she will be ready."
"Don't rush things for me Jake. It's your team, you do as you please. You did amazing things with them last year so keep it rolling."
"We are going all the way this year," I said confidently. "They are a confident bunch and are playing great together."
"Don't get ahead of yourself."
"I know, one game at a time. I just have that feeling though."
"Are you in for next Wednesday, I have a match set up against a couple of the managers at the bank. They won't be too hard to beat but I like having you around. You're not so bad at golf, don't kid yourself."
"It's going to be my last week then," I said. "I've got a lot of time off from work to coach the girls."
"I understand. This week was the important week. I was glad I had you. Besides, the weather is going to turn any day now and the courses will be closed."
"I'm getting my knee fixed again in the spring but after that I will take some lessons to help my swing."
"I know a guy," Thom smiled.
"I bet you do."
"I'll catch you later," I said waving to him.
I got in the car and headed for home. I was surprised at how well Thom and I got along. He wasn't the asshole I made him out to be. He was an honest and hardworking guy who hated all the bull shit people brought to him. He presented himself as such but once you got through all the garbage and he figured out you weren't after him for anything he opened up to you.
I arrived home and headed into the house. I stopped in my tracks as I saw Teagan sitting there in just a shirt and underwear painting on her toes. Her one leg hanging over the side of the love seat, the other drawn to her chest as she painted. Her body was intoxicating to me as I watched her concentrate on her toes. Bright red polish carefully being brushed on her little toe.
I looked her body over as I watched. I don't think she saw me come in as she didn't acknowledge my presence. Her hard little nipples easily visible under her thin shirt. Perfect outline of her cunny as her panties barely covered them. I circled the seat as she dipped her brush back into the paint. I waited until she finished before I touched her.
I pulled her hair away from her neck to expose it. She shifted in slight surprise but didn't say anything. She just tilted her head to expose more of her neck to me as I leaned down and wetly kissed it. My hands sliding down her collar bone to her breasts. I cupped them and felt the weight of them as I worked higher to her jawline with my lips. She moaned as she pressed into my kiss.
"What do you want?" she giggled her little girl giggle.
"You," I breathed.
I nibbled on her ear a little as my hands pulled her shirt up and exposed her tits. I pinched her nipples as I worked my mouth down her neck and over her collar bone to the right one.
"My nails are wet," she sighed. Her body still arching into my touch as she spoke.
"I'm not going to kiss your feet," I teased.
