I laid in my bed staring up at the ceiling. I had been able to fall asleep for maybe two hours before my brain took off like a runaway train once again.
I wondered how Derek was and wondered if he missed me. I wondered where Donnell was and how he was able to cut off ties so easily. I thought about how many good times I had with Courtney. I also thought about how easily she had turned on me - embracing my sexuality one day and then shaming me for it the next. I concluded she was just jealous of all the attention I had been receiving.
I thought about her mom, June, giving me advice and internally I giggled at how quickly I ignored that advice, including giving her son a blow job in the shower. Then my mind drifted to Javier's wife. She had introduced herself to me at the pool. She was so sweet and welcoming. She was also drunk and had been wearing a fashionable one piece bathing suit with exposed sides. It was not the type of bathing suit you'd expect someone to wear who was in their forties and was nearly two hundred pounds. I felt guilty talking to her knowing what had transpired between Javier and I.
My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. It was Chad. It was six thirty in the morning. What could Chad possibly want?
"My friends want to know if they can pay you to go golf with them this morning."
"Chad, I don't golf. Plus it's six thirty in the morning."
"Their tee time isn't until after nine. Plus, you don't need to golf. You'd just drive one of the carts, get the guys beers when they need them, take some shots. Just be the eye candy you are."
"How much money are we talking?" I asked.
"One hundred fifty dollars."
"Just to drive a cart around and get drunk?"
"Yup. But only golfers are allowed out on the course so you'll need to dress as if you were golfing. Don't worry, my friends will pay for it."
Being referred to as eye candy boosted my spirits. A chance to make some money on my Saturday off of work sealed the deal.
I rolled out of bed and took a shower. My days at the pool had tanned my body nicely and my tan lines were pronounced. I would need to go to a tanning salon soon to even the tan out.
I went to my closet and pulled some clothes out of one of the boxes. Months ago Courtney and I had decided we were going to take golf lessons but it was really just an excuse to go buy cute golf outfits.
I put on some panties and my white golf skirt. It was entirely too short for golf but I didn't plan on actually golfing today. I was eye candy and this skirt fit the bill. I forced on a sports bra in front of the mirror but my weight gain had rendered it too tight and the pressure of the bra was uncomfortable on my breasts.
I pulled the sports bra off and my tits bounced down enjoying their freedom once again. I tried on the navy polo I had purchased as part of my golf outfit. It too was slightly tight around the stomach but it was cute and wearable. I wasn't wearing a bra but you could barely tell through the darkness of the fabric.
I put on some flip-flops and packed a backpack with some snacks, mini bottles of vodka, a pair of tennis shoes, and an extra top. I called a cab and finished one of the mini bottles on the way to the course.
The boys were already there and met me at the clubhouse. We walked over to their SUV where they loaded up their golf bags with beer and bourbon.
"You'll need to wear golf shoes," one of them remarked looking at the flip flops on my feet.
I bent over and rumbled through my backpack, removing the tennis shoes I had brought. I could hear whispering and noticed that my skirt had rode up my body exposing my panties and ass.
"Boys will be boys," I murmured to myself.
I was well aware of their gawking as I remained bent over, putting on my shoes. I liked the attention and plus, I was eye candy.
As we walked to the cart station we got introductions out of the way. They all looked similar - the mid-twenties, still muscled frat boy type. Adam was the most jacked of the three. He was cute and had big biceps that made you want to reach out and feel them. He seemed somewhat shy and rarely made eye contact with me. Brian was the bachelor. He was the tallest of the bunch, around six foot three inches, and had brown hair similar to Chad's but shorter on the sides. The final golfer was Mike. He was bald and had already drank two beers since My arrival. He was the least fit of the group. He had good biceps but his beer belly was already pressing firmly against his shirt.
We set out on the course - Adam and Mike in one cart and Brian and I in another. By the third hole we had each finished at least one drink.
The boys asked me to take a picture of them at the fourth tee. As I did I couldn't help but notice how cute each looked. Something about golfers turned me on. Then Mike and Adam asked for a picture with me. Brian took the picture as he didn't want to have any pictures of him with any women so close to his wedding. I looked at the picture he took and decided we needed a redo. I spread the collar of my shirt exposing more cleavage.
"Much better!" Brian exclaimed.
