Chapter 6
Lucas
Blue skies overlook fields of green while birds chirp in the background. I peek at Olivia who’s looking around wide mouthed, taking it all in as a projector and ceiling to floor screen bring the world of golf to life.
For someone who doesn't play, seeing the virtual golf course works better then telling her about it. At least it did for me.
Black canvas covers the walls separating each of the three rooms and their players. We’re the only ones here. I rented out all three rooms to assure we have privacy.
The perfectly manicured grass of a tee box, fairway and putting green are represented by different shades of green indoor/outdoor carpeting. I notice the look on Olivia’s face as we pass the two darkened rooms before ours.
She’s surprised. Good. I breathe a sigh of relief. For reasons I don't understand, I want tonight to be special. I want to wow her. Judging from her reaction, I did just that.
I watch as she takes it all in. Her expression changes from boredom, to confusion, to surprise. I follow her eyes over to the two bags of golf clubs waiting for us. She still hasn't said a word.
I let the uncomfortable silence continue a moment longer as I reach into one of the bags and pull a club from it. “Since you never played, we’ll start off at the driving range. This way you can get the feel of swinging the club and making contact.” I extend the club to her.
“Are you for real?” She reaches for it.
“Then we’ll travel to somewhere far away and play a nice par three course. Nothing too hard.”
My mind drifts, sorting through the courses I know, hoping I could remember one with tall trees to offer shade, and a babbling brook in the background while I pull her down into the grass and reach up her skirt . . .
“You are serious,” she says awed. The sound of her voice snaps me back. Back to the moment and task at hand. First she has to like me. I have to make up for my less than stellar reaction when we met.
“C’mon give it a shot.”
I step in close to her, unable to fight the desire to reach out and brush a strand of brown silk behind her shoulder. Why does she draw me in like a moth to a flame?
“What kind of club is this anyway?”
I smile at her ability to focus on a game she has no interest in while I can think of nothing but the softness of her skin.
“Anxious to learn?”
“Challenge doesn’t frighten me.”
“Then this will be fun." I’m not sure if I’m referring to golf or me. "This is a nine iron,” I say motioning to the club in her hand.
I set up a tee in the appropriate rectangle and place the ball on it. Next, I demonstrate how to pull the club back, swing, and follow through.
"Usually you practice with the woods or the driver, but maybe it's better for you to start with this. You might be able to handle it better."
Seeing Olivia step up to take her turn I retreat back near the golf bags and watch as she futilely swings the club over and over, getting red in the face from missing the ball.
“Mind if I show you something?”
“Sure,” she answers.
I step behind her, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume. Looking over her shoulder I put my arms around her, and adjust her grip on the club hand over hand, linking her fingers.
Her hands are soft. Like cotton. I wonder if the rest of her skin feels as warm and smooth. I fight the urge to toss the club away, and explore her body instead. Not yet. If I play my cards right there will be time for that.
With nothing more than a thin veil of air between us, I feel heat generating and wonder if it came from my thoughts alone. Does she feel it too? I can't get a read on her. Not a clear one anyway. She’s here, but I’m not sure how much further she’s willing to go.
“Bend your knees.”
She does as I instruct and I wonder if she'll be that trusting, that willing to listen to me in all things. If only!
“Relax and let me lead,” I whisper in her ear.
Olivia does as I ask. I want to move her hair aside and kiss her neck. I bite my lip, hoping to clear my mind. I have to control myself, and my thoughts. I have to keep my head on the ball in front of us. Not the two between my legs.
Together we bring the club back, swing and hit the ball.
“Great job.” I step back, as she turns to look at me.
She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls you bring here.”
“You’re the first." I admit, setting up to once again lead her through the proper form of swinging a golf club.
“Yeah, well, I’m honored,” Olivia snickers, as if she doesn’t believe me. Where’s the attitude coming from?
“You should be.”
My words don't possess the sentiment I want to get across. I mean to hint that there’s something special about her, something that makes me want every experience with her to be new and different. Including this one.
She turns her face toward mine just enough to catch me staring. My heart speeds up and my muscles tense ever so slightly around her. An involuntary reaction I hope she doesn’t pick up on.
Usually when I find myself this close to a woman she isn't wearing clothes, and it’s for the sole purpose of mutual pleasure. Thinking about the close proximity of our bodies stirs my desire for her, raising it to the rim, about to boil over.
My lips part. I want to say something. Unsure I can speak without making a fool of myself, I change my mind. I need distance. I need to get the fuck away from her, or else I won't be able to keep my hands off her.
I can't risk that. Not yet. She’ll run off and already I know I want more from her than a cheap thrill or a quick romp in the sack. I want more. I unwrap my arms and step away.
“You’re a quick study. I think you can handle it from here,” I say, taking my place next to the golf bags where the air doesn’t smell like sweet strawberries.
Our eyes meet. Lock. She stares at me in silence. Confused.
There’s something in her eyes I recognize. A look of longing. Lust. They peek through and tease me. She wants me, too.
I breathe a sigh of relief and fight hard to keep in control. I couldn’t be sure standing so close to her. Aside from the fact she allowed me to be so close, she gave no other indication she was even attracted to me.
Except that she’s here. She showed. I wasn't sure she would. I heard reservation in her voice when I called her earlier in the day.
I watch her wondering what magic spell she cast on me. This isn't how I act around women. And the strange sensations running through me, this excitement, it’s foreign.
I force my eyes away from hers, but they return almost instantly. I can't keep my eyes off of her. I want to decrease the intensity of my stare, but I’m not able to. Fuck. If I don't get it together, I'll scare her off for sure.