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Azalea Blooms 10
Lukas
Azaleawentoutto the driving range to warm up and I walked with her. She went through the same routine she always does.
Grabbed a bucket of balls.
Let herself warm up.
Ran through some swings focusing on her follow through and hitting the ball in the precise place.
Zales always talked about the smell of fresh cut grass, and I took a moment to truly take it in. Things were different with us, and I couldn’t help but like the way they were going. Things seemed to be in technicolor now instead of black and white.
Before we didn’t want to cross the line, afraid it would fuck up our friendship, but now I wanted to incinerate that bloody line.
We spent our time at the driving range mentally walking through each hole. She did this every time she stepped onto a golf course. Visualization helped in these sorts of situations.
I was nervous for her today, but I didn’t need to be. If she played anything like yesterday there would be absolutely no question that she’d take home the win.
The crowd was so quiet you could hear a pin drop as they anticipated her next move. She’d landed just off the fairway in the rough first cut and was about to take her second shot on this par five.
The next hole was also a par five, sitting at 550 yards off the tee box. Azalea shot a nice drive, about 250 yards. With each hole she grew more confident, and the smile got bigger with each tap in.
I found it hard to believe she’d want to give all this up, but I couldn’t say I blamed her. Sergio Harris had always been a miserable asshole. I remember how he used to chastise her about practicing.
I shook my head. He was such a prick.
Azalea’s back nine got even better. The current hole was a wide fairway and a gentle right to the left dogleg. It was Azalea's cup of tea. She set up the perfect approach and landed sixty yards past her opponent.
Second to last hole. She was still leading, but second place was hot on her tail. Zales knew it too. She hit a beautiful shot on the short par four, putting her in a great position close to the pin.
We waited for her opponent to swing and I internally cheered when she hit it way into the rough. Zales deserved this win.
She hit a beautiful stinger on the eighteenth hole. There was no way she’d lose now. Azalea Harris was a golf rockstar, and I was her biggest fan.
She beamed brightly as she realized she’d just won the tournament.
I watched as she grabbed her bag and headed my way, jumping into my arms.
There were still three more groups to watch finish, but apparently Zales had other ideas. “What are you…”
She put her finger up to her lips and shushed me. “Walk with me.”
I nodded, not wanting to say anything else.
She pulled me down the cart path to the cart barn. “Zales, I’m not sure we should be…”
“Lukas Munson, we are fulfilling a bucket list item, and I cannot do it without your dick, so get in here.” She pulled me in behind her, and I looked around, making sure no one saw us. The barn was dimly lit, and I followed her over to a golf cart in the back corner.
“What’s on your bucket list?”
“Sex in a cart barn, Luke. I’ve always wanted to do it and we’ve got time.”
“We don’t have that much time…”
“Okay, so call it a quickie. Come on. Live a little.” What the hell was I going to do? Tell her no? Fuck no. If she wanted me to bang her in the cart barn her wish was my command.
I took a seat in the golf cart, and Azalea climbed in and straddled my waist.
