Eighteen Holes (part one of several)
They were the final weeks of my last real summer. I had just turned eighteen and was ready to start back up for my senior year at the local high school. Next summer would mean off to college and a whole new life.
I worked at the local mini-golf course -- a 'family entertainment zone' as they called it. We had batting cages, bumper boats and an arcade full of video games besides our two separate mini-golf courses. I worked outside, at the booth that handled the bats and helmets for the batting cages and also controlled the bumper boats. I had always wished that I could work inside -- and not just because of the air conditioning, but because way more of the girls my age spent time inside the arcade and at the snackbar.
Out where I worked it was mostly little kids on the bumper boats, or guys working on their swing for Pony League. Sure, there would be the occasional team of semi-cute softball girls in the batting cages, but mostly it was a sausage party outside -- and blazing hot to boot. Man I wished I could work inside with the cool air and some high school girls to check out.
Most of my job was easy, I was always a smart kid and organizing the batting helmets by size and remembering how long the bumper boats had been out was not a problem. I had plenty of time to chill and daydream. Once, I had even snuck off to the boat repair shed and jacked off when I was supposed to be working. When I was 18, it wouldn't take me long at all to cum.
And jacking off was about all the sexual experience I had. I had been out on some dates and 'made out.' Patty Ciccilini had even dry humped her tight jeans against my throbbing cock (for about 15 seconds) -- but that was as close as I had come to sex. Patty had mumbled something about how 'huge' my dick was as she scrambled out of the car in front of her parents house, but I was too bummed about her leaving to understand what she meant.
Later on, I figured out that I did have a pretty large dick. I checked out porn on the internet, and as near as I could tell my cock, especially when it was hard, was well above average. Rather than cheering me up, this left me feeling like a freak. Why else would the one girl who seriously made out with me run away when she felt it? Turns out, that night Patty was worried that her sister had seen us in the parked car on her street and she panicked, and her leaving so abruptly had nothing to do with me - but I didn't know that at the time.
In retrospect, the knowledge of my endowment should have made me confident and happy, but I was too shy and socially awkward to do anything but think that I was the one who was, or had done something, wrong.
Back to my job at the mini-golf place. One August evening, it was nearing our nine o-clock closing time when two girls from my school showed up and wanted to go out in the bumper boats -- two of the hottest girls in the senior class. Laurel and Alex (short for Alexandra) were BFFs and two of the snootiest girls at the whole school. It was odd that they were interested in the bumper boats at all -- since most girls didn't like crashing into each other as much as the boys do. Plus, it was late so they would be the only two ones on the small 'lake.' Bumper boats are usually more popular when there are a dozen people out there all bumping and banging.
Anyway, my curiosity over their motives faded as I saw what they were wearing. Laurel had on a very short skirt -- a tartan school girl kind of thing that was fastened with a super-sized punk rock safety pin. She had very tan legs and a pair of flimsy flip-flops that showed off her toes and her 'bad girl' black nail polish. Alex was wearing a pair of low-rise jeans and a form-fitting top that left a gap of soft, bare skin in between and her underwear visible in the back. Alex's chest was bigger than Laurel's -- her full breasts straining against her bra and slightly too-small t-shirt.
I was busy staring at them when my boss (a goofy college aged guy who thought he was 'kewl') came by to let me know that the bumper boats all needed to be put away in the service area that night. This was a total pain, and meant I would be there even later. I was inclined to tell Alex and Laurel that I had to close down the boats, but then something else happened.
Alex's mother, Mrs. Dixon, came up and asked me if the girls could still ride the boats. Mrs. Dixon was only an inch or two taller than her daughter and in very good shape. Mrs. Dixon wore those form fitting yoga pants that suburban moms favor as they run to Pilates in the hopes of keeping their husbands interested after a couple of kids. Mrs. Dixon had no trouble there -- she looked great and had a very different vibe from the two 18 year olds.
Mrs. Dixon came up to the counter where I was and leaned in close -- her layered tank-tops revealing that her daughter's chest was no accident. The 40 year old (or close enough) urged me to let her daughter and friend ride the bumper boats -- flashing a seductive smile. I was in way over my head -- no woman had ever flirted like this with me. She was just doing it to get what she wanted -- but teenage girls (as cute as they were) didn't know how to work their 'charms' like Mrs. Dixon.
"You'll let Alex and Laurel ride in the boats, won't you?" she practically cooed in my ear.
