I couldn't believe my luck. First, I met someone that I thought would be the next big thing in my life, but that fell through very quickly. Even though we had what was probably the best sex life I had ever had, everything else was a disaster. I thought I had hit bottom again when opportunity knocked again, not with one woman but two, both of them were attractive, to say the least. They both had what some would call a doppelganger, two different women that looked almost identical to them.
The first date as they both called it, went exceptionally well. The others that followed were amazing. We went to the history museum, truth be told I didn't even know that large building downtown was actually a museum. We went to all the preseason games that were at home. Sandy was every bit as loud as Brittany, I would dare say louder and more boisterous. While Kathy was the quiet one. Sandy loved playing things by ear and being completely spontaneous, Kathy planned everything out, we would go places and have an itinerary of what to do, when and where. Not that I didn't mind because we got to do a lot of stuff around the city for absolutely nothing.
Today was the first date I had with Sandy that was just the two of us. The two of them wanted to see if this three-way relationship was only because we matched when we were all together or was it something else.
I rechecked my phone, this was the place. I looked at the gate and read the name of the park. This was it, I looked at the time. I couldn't believe it was 6am on a Saturday and I was awake. I usually slept until late on my days off.
A car pulled up to the locked gate. "We don't open until Seven," the man said as he opened the gate and waved at me. I knew I was early, but I didn't know where I was going, and I wanted to be on time. I didn't plan on being half an hour early. Another car pulled up and parked a few feet away from me. A young woman got out and started to stretch her legs.
'Probably a runner,' I thought to myself by the looks of her.
Two other cars pulled up and parked. Two men, this time, got out of their cars and started talking to the woman.
It was nearly half-past six when I saw Sandy's car pull up. She parked next to the others and got out. She waved me over.
"So, this is the guy that has the two of you, not returning our phone calls," the lady said.
"Yup," Sandy nodded. "This is our protector," Sandy smiled as she wrapped her hands around my arms. That was the other thing about Sandy, she was very hands-on. She liked holding hands, kissing in public, locking arms, anything to do with touching.
"Michelle," the lady said. The guys introduced themselves afterward.
They were all old work colleagues of Sandy when she worked in an office. It was apparent the two guys were disappointed that I was there, they kept giving me stares and asking the usual questions a guy would ask a fellow man if he didn't think they were the right fit for the woman they wanted. Michelle was obviously married and still in the honeymoon stage as every word had something to do with her husband.
"Park's open," the man said as he opened the gate entirely.
"So, what are we doing here?" I whispered to Sandy.
"You'll see," Sandy replied with a smile.
Sandy took off her jacket, revealing a bright yellow and black sports bra. "You're staring," Sandy smiled as I looked at her cleavage.
"Shouldn't I?" I smiled back at her.
"Yes," Sandy said as she closed the door to her car. Her black yoga shorts fit her legs like a second skin, hugging her tight ass. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked as she saw me take a look at her ass.
Sandy put her cap on and pulled her ponytail through the back of it, completing her hot and sexy look. It was amazing to watch her as she walked, her big natural boobs, a tight round ass and a delicate stomach with abs. "You coming?" she asked as she looked back at me.
"Hopefully soon," I replied.
"You're so bad," Sandy said as I caught up to her. "And yes," she said with a devilish smile.
"Yes, to what exactly?" I teased.
"You know exactly what I mean," Sandy said.
We caught up to the rest as they were sitting under a group of trees. One of the park attendants was explaining something as we sat down on one of the benches.
"Disc golf," I whispered to Sandy. I had never heard of the game, but as the man was explaining, it seemed pretty straightforward.
"Yeah," Sandy whispered back. "You're taking Kathy's place."
After the attendant had explained all the rules and ways of scoring. We all split into four teams. One of the guys that had come with us told that it was a tournament of sorts. Twelve teams in groups of fours, four courses at the end of each round one team would be eliminated until two remained for the championship.
"We have won two years in a row," one of the guys said as we reached the beginning of our course.
"Well, we had Kathy before," the other guys said as he looked in my direction.
"Relax," Sandy smiled at me as she walked onto the starting area. "Matt will do fine."
Sandy took her place with her disc in her hand. The course was a long straight clearing that ended with some trees, to the immediate right was the target. On both sides of the straight were trees and bushes.
"When you're ready," one of the officials said.
Sandy took a running start, span around halfway then launched her disc. As I looked at it I thought it was rather low, it almost looked like it was going to hit the ground. Then it started to rise then turn right. I held my breath as it looked like it was going to hit the trees, but it didn't it disappeared around the corner of the trees.
An official at the end of the fairway signaled with two thumbs up. "What does that mean?" I asked.
"It landed on the green," one of the guys said.
"Two thumbs down, means it is far off, a signal either direction means you made it into the brush," Michelle said.
I nodded as Michelle took her spot in the starting area. She had a different approach she held the disc vertical in her hand when given the signal she stormed forward and launched it vertically. It went skyward then slowly came down straight ahead without curving. The official gave the two thumbs down.
"I'll get it with the next one," Michelle shrugged.
The other two guys went after each other, both of them opted for the same course of action as Michelle, getting the disc down the fairway without making the turn.
I was up next, my nerves were firing up, but so was my excitement. I was going to do what the others had done. Get the disc as far down the straightaway as possible then go for the target. I stood at the start and held the disc just like anyone would hold a frisbee. When signaled I ran a little then threw it as hard as I could, I watched it go, it seemed to be making a beeline for the end, and it was getting the distance, then it went left instead of right, far left, too far left.
"Shit!" I said as I watched it land in the brush.
I knew from the explanation I would have to play it from where it landed. The others went ahead and took their turns. While I stood in between trees and ankle-high brush and twigs and wet leaves. The sun had come up, so that wasn't helping either. I could see the target on the other side, but it was behind the other side of brush and trees.
"You can change your disc," the attendant said. "The one you're holding is for long-distance."
"Okay," I nodded as he held out one of the other discs. "Any advice?"
