My Girlfriend’s Introduction to Golf

Jennie and I finished our breakfast at a quaint little café in North Myrtle Beach, enjoying the warm sunshine and the sound of seagulls flying overhead. As we sipped our coffee, I asked her if she had ever played golf before.

“I played softball and soccer in high school, but never golf,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“I usually play two to three times a week, even in the winter,” I said, smiling. “I think you’d pick up on it pretty easily. We can start with a set of clubs, and I’ll teach you the basics.”

Jennie’s eyes widened with excitement as I explained that I had a few golf shops in mind where we could find the perfect clubs. We drove to the PGA Superstore, a massive facility that catered to all our golfing needs. As we stepped inside, a salesman approached us, eager to assist.

“Yes, I want to buy a set of clubs for my friend here,” I said, smiling at Jennie. “She’s a total novice.”

The salesman nodded enthusiastically and led us to the ladies’ clubs section. “Let’s find you the perfect set, ma’am,” he said, showing Jennie various clubs and explaining their features. I watched with amusement as Jennie tried out different grips and swung the clubs with ease.

After selecting a set of TaylorMade clubs, we headed to the practice area. The salesman showed us how to use the clubs, explaining that the shafts were made of graphite and were extremely strong. Jennie listened intently, her eyes shining with excitement.

“Golf is a game of contradictions,” I said, grinning. “To get the ball into the air, you have to hit down on it. And to hit it far, you have to swing easy.”

Jennie nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration. She took a few practice swings, then addressed the ball with confidence. To my surprise, she hit the ball with ease, her swings smooth and controlled.

“You’re a natural!” I exclaimed, beaming with pride.

Jennie grinned, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “I’m having so much fun!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight.

After a few hours at the practice area, we headed to the putting green. Jennie tried out a few putters, selecting an Odyssey Works Superstroke. We spent another hour browsing through the golf shop, buying clothes and accessories.

As we left the store, I turned to Jennie and said, “I’d love for you to come with me to Santee this weekend. I’m getting a dog, and it would be great if you could meet him.”

Jennie’s eyes widened with excitement. “Where is Santee?” she asked, her voice full of curiosity.

“It’s in South Carolina,” I replied, smiling. “We can drive down I-95 and stop at the Farmstead Golf Links on the way. I’ll show you the range, and we can practice our swings.”

Jennie nodded, her face alight with enthusiasm. “I’d love to come with you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As we drove to the Farmstead Golf Links, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. This was going to be an amazing weekend, and I was thrilled to share it with Jennie.

I gazed at Jennie, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and gratitude. “Let’s not talk about the past,” I said, my voice low and gentle. “It’s no longer important. Only your future matters now.” Leaning down, I kissed her again, the touch of my lips sending a spark through me. “Back to work,” I told her, patting her butt playfully. “We’ll get everything sorted out.” I smiled, watching as she smiled back, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

We spent the rest of the day on the course, me teaching her the finer points of golf. I showed her how to clean her clubs, explaining the importance of maintaining the tiny grooves that gripped and spun the ball. She listened intently, her eyes lighting up with understanding. “You’re a natural,” I said, grinning at her. “I think you’ll do really well.” We packed up our things and headed back to the car, the sun beginning to set over the horizon.

“I had a lot of fun today,” Jennie said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Doug.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine. I felt a jolt of electricity, my heart racing with excitement. “Man, could she kiss,” I thought to myself, lost in the moment.

We showered and changed, heading out for dinner at Original Benjamin’s. The pirate outside greeted us with a cheesy grin, handing us each a plastic bead necklace. Jennie laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Inside, we were greeted by a massive model of the Queen Elizabeth, its detail breathtaking. We ordered our drinks and sat down at the bar, chatting and laughing as we waited for our table.

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much,” Jennie said, her voice filled with wonder. “The food was incredible.” I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said. “I had a great time too.” We chatted and joked, the tension between us palpable.

As we left the restaurant, the sky had darkened, the night air cool and crisp. We drove back to my house, the silence between us comfortable. I glanced over at Jennie, her eyes shining with gratitude. I knew I felt something for her, but I wasn’t sure if she felt the same way.

We pulled into the driveway, the bright blue, red, and white lights of the police cars flashing in the distance. “What happened?” I asked, feeling a sense of unease. “We got an alert from the alarm company,” one of the deputies explained. “Your sliding glass door was forced open. Looks like they got some of your stuff.” I nodded, my mind racing with the implications.

We walked inside, the scene of vandalism and destruction greeting us like a punch to the gut. “They’re just kids,” one of the deputies said, shaking his head. “Real burglars don’t destroy furniture or write on the walls.” I nodded, feeling a sense of anger and frustration. “I’ll get my laptop and I-pad back,” I said, determination etched on my face.

Jennie took my hand, her touch warm and comforting. “Let’s deal with this in the morning,” she said, her voice soft. “Let’s just go to bed.” I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. We stripped and showered, our bodies entwined as we drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of Jennie’s lips on my cock, her mouth warm and inviting. “Mmm,” I moaned, feeling a sense of pleasure wash over me. She sucked me dry, leaving me exhausted and spent. We rested together, our bodies entwined as we drifted off to sleep once more.

We woke up at seven, the sun shining brightly through the windows. I fixed a breakfast of bacon and French toast, the aroma filling the kitchen. Jennie sat down, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Damn, Doug; this is the best breakfast I’ve ever had.” I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

“Thanks for the compliment,” I said, grinning at her. “I’m sure your mother must have done something right in the kitchen, even if only once.” Jennie laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “My mother never made breakfast,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “She’s the reason why I can’t stomach cold cereal.”

We finished our breakfast, the tension between us palpable. I made a few more calls, arranging for the painters and furniture company to come out and assess the damage. Jennie volunteered to make the bed, her hands moving deftly as she smoothed out the sheets. I returned to the office, my mind racing with the implications of the burglary.

I was about to place another call when my phone rang. It was a sheriff’s deputy. I made an appointment to meet with him in an hour. He was actually early, which was okay with me.

“We got ’em, Mr. Preston,” he said. “They’re all eighth graders at the middle school in Shallotte. We busted the address you gave us at 11:00 last night, and we found your equipment and a closet full of electronics from the other jobs they pulled.”

“That’s a relief,” I replied. “I’m glad I could help out.”

“I thought the kid’s father was going to kill him. He’s a service manager at one of the car dealers in Shallotte. The kid, Duane Putnam, gave up his pals in a heartbeat. They’re all up in Bolivia in the courthouse. I understand the judge gave them hell. They’ll be held responsible for restitution on all damages.”

I couldn’t keep from laughing. “Well, I guess that’s one way to make my painting bill get paid.”

“Ha!” the deputy chuckled. “Yeah, and your couch, too.”

We shook hands, and I walked out to the deck to start the grill. It was Thursday – hot dog day – for Jennie and me, but especially for May and Le’andra.

I called Jennie, May, and Le’andra to the table, and we sat down to eat. May’s and Le’andra’s plates were filled in no time. I noticed a tension in the air, though. In previous weeks, our lunches were punctuated with lively conversation. Today’s was marked with a stony silence.

“What’s going on?” I asked Jennie, trying to gauge the situation.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she replied, but I could tell she was lying.

“Okay, it obviously isn’t,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “Tell me about it. You know I’m here to support you.”

Jennie looked up at me, tears in her eyes. “May told me I was a slut and a tramp because I was obviously sleeping with you, both figuratively and literally. She said it was bad enough when I was in the other room, but now the situation was intolerable.”

“That’s unacceptable,” I said, feeling a surge of anger on her behalf.

Jennie nodded, and I could see the hurt and confusion in her eyes.

“I’m going to call May right now and have a talk with her,” I said, taking the phone from Jennie.

“Hi, May,” I said, trying to keep my tone even. “Jennie tells me you have some moral issues with the way she’s living here with me.”

“I like you, Mistuh Doug, but that woman is causing you to sin. You all will be headin’ straight to the devil.”

“Well, May, I’d never want you to do something that goes against your conscience, so I’m going to resolve it right this very minute,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Praise the Lord. Thank you, Mistuh Doug.”

“May, you’re fired. I don’t want you to ever come back. I’ll have to find another cleaning company – one that knows how to mind its own business. Don’t worry about my key. I’ve been thinking about upgrading my locks, and now’s the perfect time for that. I’ll also change my alarm code. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, May, even though the entire matter is none of your concern. I’ll miss our Thursday lunches. Goodbye, May, and good luck.”

I ended the call, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Jennie looked up at me, a smile on her face.

“Can we resume where we left off?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yes, my dear… we most certainly can,” I replied, taking her hand in mine.

We walked together, kissing and groping each other, into the bedroom where our clothes fell to the floor like rain. Jennie pulled me down right on top of her with a laugh.

We looked into each other’s eyes for a second, then we came together in a powerful embrace and a torrid kiss that went on and on as our tongues dueled and danced. We rolled from one side of the bed to the other.

I’m only human, and there was a limit to what I could endure without needing to be inside her hot tight cunt. Luckily, Jennie had shown an ability to read my mind.

She rolled me over onto my back while pulling a condom from my night table. She had it unrolled down my throbbing organ in a flash, then she slowly descended onto it, savoring the sensations of her tissues stretching around me.

“That’s the part I love best, Doug – the part when you stretch the bejeezus out of my cunt.”

“If only May could see you now,” I chuckled, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

“Enough fooling around; can we get down to business now?” I nodded as I drove into her with force, lifting her bodily from the bed. We fucked in earnest now, forcing our bodies together with speed and power.

Jennie was rubbing her poor clit raw in her desire to cum. She spread her legs even farther, forcing her clit from its hood, then her eyes became as big as saucers as the sensations overcame her.

“I love you,” I thought to myself, holding her tightly as she screamed at the top of her lungs and her body shook and finally, totally exhausted, she collapsed onto my body.

We thanked Jeremy and I gave him $150, telling him we’d see him again on Monday. Jennie was positively glowing on the ride home.

“Thank you,” she exclaimed. “I had such a wonderful time. I had no idea golf was such a scientific sport.”

“I suspect you could say that about all sports,” I replied. “As casual observers, we’re just not aware of all the technicalities.”

Jennie reached over and took my hand in hers. We were back in the driveway fifteen minutes later. We were just in time to meet with the new cleaning contractor. After checking the house, he told me he would charge $75 a week.

That was more than May had charged, but I doubted they would stick their noses into my business.

Jennie and I went in to shower before going out to dinner. Instead of a big meal, I drove back almost all the way to Farmstead, stopping at Christopher’s for pizza and beer.

We sat in the simple restaurant, ordering two Yuengling’s and a large pie – extra cheese and sausage. We enjoyed our beer as we watched a golf tournament on one of the TV’s.

“I’m sure you realize that pizza isn’t really big in Iowa,” I said, grinning at her.

“Well, that’s not actually true,” Jennie replied with a smile. “It is big if you like Pizza Hut. This was much better, though. I really liked it.”

I couldn’t suppress a chuckle as I replied, “I noticed.”

Jennie turned the most delightful shade of red. I leaned across the table and gave her a quick kiss.

“You’re also beautiful when you blush,” I said, smiling at her.

“Speaking about beauty, I just had an idea,” I said. “We should get you an appointment to get your hair done and also your nails. I know of a good place for a manicure, but you should get a pedicure, too.”

I asked our waitress if she knew of a good beauty parlor in the area. She laughed and said she’d ask some of the other women.

She came back about ten minutes later, dropping the bill on the table and giving me a piece of paper with “Carla’s” and a phone number.

“It’s not called Carla’s anymore,” she said, “but nobody could recall the new one. They said the phone number is the same, though.”

Jennie and I had been inseparable since our last appointment with Dr. Whitney. I had been keeping a close eye on her, and her progress was nothing short of remarkable.

“I’m so sorry, Doug,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness, as we sat down to dinner at Flynn’s Irish Tavern.

“Don’t be,” I replied, taking her hand in mine. “We both knew this was a possibility. It changes nothing. We’ll continue using condoms until we go back in two weeks for your next test. You don’t even have to see Dr. Whitney. They’ll call by Friday and then we’ll go out and celebrate.”

As we finished our meal and prepared to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Jennie was finally starting to feel like herself, and I was grateful to be a part of her journey.

Four weeks later, Jennie took her DMV written test and aced it, earning a score of ninety-six. I was over the moon with pride, and I knew that this was just the beginning of her new life.

We spent the next few days relaxing and enjoying each other’s company, and before I knew it, we were back in Santee, meeting with John, the dog trainer. We had fallen in love with Lady, a beautiful German Shepherd, and we knew that she was the perfect addition to our family.

As we spent more time with Lady, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort and security. We had finally found our home, and I knew that Jennie and I were meant to be together.

And then, one night, everything changed. We were in bed, surrounded by the familiar comfort of our home, and Jennie turned to me with a look of desire in her eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for this for too long,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I knew exactly what she meant, and I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. We made love, our bodies moving in perfect sync, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

“Thank you, Doug,” Jennie whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “You have no idea how much I wanted that.”

As we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that I had found my soulmate. And I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

We had finally found our happily ever after, and I was grateful to be a part of it.

I looked at Jennie, her eyes shining with happiness, and I knew that I would do anything to protect her and keep her safe.

“I’ll always take care of you,” I whispered, my voice filled with promise.

Jennie smiled, her face lighting up with happiness, and I knew that I had made her feel loved and cherished.

As we drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the familiar comfort of our home, I knew that we were exactly where we were meant to be.

I couldn’t believe it had been a few days since Jennie had looked at me like that. The way she gazed into my eyes, her lips curled into a subtle smile, was etched into my memory forever. Our morning love session was just as intense as the night before. This time, she was on top, her legs straddling my chest, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.

“I love this,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

“Me too,” I replied, my hands grasping her hips, guiding her up and down. She was in control, but I could feel my own passion building, my cock throbbing with each gentle rub against her G-spot.

Jennie came first, her body shuddering, her voice rising to a crescendo. I followed soon after, my release a flood of pleasure that left me breathless. We lay there for a moment, our chests heaving, our hearts pounding in unison.

As we caught our breath, I couldn’t help but think about how far Jennie had come. She’d gained weight, but it was all in the right places – plump, curvy, and utterly sexy. Her breasts were now a solid C-cup, her hips and ass rounding out into a shape that was impossible to ignore. And yet, it was more than just her physical transformation that had caught my attention.

“You’re incredible, Jennie,” I whispered, my voice full of emotion.

“So are you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Little did I know, our lives were about to change dramatically.