Nat was still sleeping when I left for the golf course at seven thirty, the morning following our 'sex on the beach' fun.
My instructor for 'tune up' was Anita, as it has been since I started coming to Maui, five years ago. Then, I was into guys; now, not so much, laughing aloud at my thought.
I have assumed that Anita was gay since day one; she'd never 'come on' to me, but there was 'something' in the way she's looked at me, talked with me since I started with her. Like I said, though, she'd never made any moves.
Of course, until this year, my head wasn't thinking or looking for anything other than a cock to fuck; if I felt like it, that is.
Pulling into a parking spot, I also wondered, if I'd behave differently towards her or notice anything like a 'hit' from her should it happen. My 'head' was certainly in a different place this year, that's for damned sure.
"Hi Lynn, good to see you, been playing any?" Anita said in her friendly tone.
"The last two hours on the driving range, Anita, is the first time I've swung clubs since the end of October," I answered honestly, "but the last half-hour or so, I felt the swing groove returning."
Laughing, she said, "I'll be the judge of that, girly, not you."
She put me through a work out, starting with the driver and moving through fairway woods and irons to the lofted clubs. Aside from a couple of 'worn burners', I hit the ball pretty damned well, I thought, and as it turned out, so did Anita.
"Grab you pitching wedge, sand wedge, and putter," she said, "and meet me at the chipping green."
I followed her directions, starting with a few sand shots, then moving to pitch and chip shots. After a couple of short chips, she said, "You're not following through after you strike the ball. Drop a couple of balls, step back, and just stand there, addressing the ball."
I did as she asked and, moving behind me, she pressed herself against my backside, reaching around with her arms and hands, laying them on top of my own. Standing away from the ball, she led me through the stroke, through the follow through, and the whole while I could feel her breasts against my back, rubbing tantalizingly.
She walked me up to the ball and we did the same thing but this time striking the ball in a perfect small arc, rolling to within six feet of the pin. We did it four more times, each time with the same result, each time her breasts exciting me; it may have been wishful thinking on my part but I would have sworn that her hands were stroking mine in little, subtle ways.
It got me hot thinking it could be so.
"You're ready to play anytime you want, "Anita said to me, by my car, as I loaded my clubs, "you're hitting well so I'd say play your heart out while you're here."
"In fact," she said, "if you don't mind playing early tomorrow morning, I can schedule us for an early twosome, if you'd like."
"I'd love that if you could," I replied, as excited by seeing her again as I was to play a round. She called the pro shop from her cell, said a few words, and then ended the call, telling me that we were 'on' for six o'clock in the morning.
"I'll bring two large coffees for us," laughing as she said it.
My drive home provided me some time to think about this 'interest' in Anita, and what it meant to me, for me, in particular.
Did I imagine those strokes I 'know' I felt from her hands?
Did I imagine the excitement I felt from her breasts against my back at the chipping green?
My damp panties would be testimony that it wasn't imagined.
There's no doubt, for you, anymore, is there?
No, I don't think there is.
You're really okay with this turn in the road that is your life, aren't you?
Yes, I think I am.
I detoured by the complex pool area to check for Nat, and opening the gate, I spied her at the far end, talking to a couple of women, the three of them lying on chaise chairs.
"Ready to get some lunch?" I said, walking up to Nat's chair, which caused the other two women to shade their eyes to look up to me.
Nat made the introductions; Bea and Ginny, both divorced, friends since college and on their yearly 'adults only' vacation, respective grandparents watching their kids back home in New England.
"Long trip for you guys," I said, "longer than ours for sure," sitting on Nat's chair to get on the same level as everybody else.
"Lunch, then what?" Nat said gathering her 'stuff'.
"Then I thought I'd take you to see the Iao Valley park; simply gorgeous and worth a look-see."
Bea said that was on their agenda for sometime this week.
"Well, join us for lunch and come along with us," I offered. They looked at each other, shrugged, and Bea answered for them both; "Why not? But lunch is on us; no argument."
Laughing, we agreed to let them buy us lunch.
Lunch was fun; a lot of laughter at our table, causing other diners to stare at us at times. Bea and Ginny had been friends since college; both were thirty-five and divorced, neither 'dating' at the moment.
Bea was the more outgoing of the two, Ginny, seemingly, a bit more 'reserved' or quiet. Both were moderately attractive, closer to my height than to Nat's.
Ginny asked of our husbands or boyfriends and Nat looked at me quickly with a smile in her eyes before answering, "No, neither of us have a guy in our lives at the moment, it's just us chickens," smiling at the both of them.
I thought that I saw a 'flicker' of an 'Ah Ha' moment in Bea's eyes when Nat said that.
The Iao Park is an oasis on the island, making you feel you had entered into another world. Large, lush trees loomed overhead as in a rainforest, blocking out the sun for the most part.
The park celebrated a fierce battle between the natives against other Polynesian tribes with many killed on the grounds of this canyon/valley of dense vegetation. There were walking trails, historical plaques at various sites and after a couple of hours, we chose a secluded table and shelter to duck into as an afternoon shower burst upon us, getting us a bit wet as we ran for cover.
We had become so comfortable with Bea and Ginny that Nat and I forgot that they were strangers and didn't know of our 'relationship'. Often, she and I held hands as we walked the trails, and now, sitting under the shelter at the table, we held hands again as we talked with them. Bea finally asked us, point-blank, if we were a 'couple'; I looked at Nat, she at me, and smiling at Bea, I said, "We're very good friends."
