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I don’t know why I feel the least bit nervous. This is Nick, my boyfriend. This isn’t a first date with someone I hardly know, but I want tonight to be perfect.
We’ve been so bogged down with classes and studying plus hockey that it’s rare we can get a night out like this. Classes are only going to get harder as the semester goes on. Then we’ll have winter break and I don’t know where we’ll stand after that.
I have no plans of not being with Nick next semester and he’s given me no indication that this is just a semester fling for him either. Because he’s twenty-one, I know he’s not entering the draft until after he graduates, but we never talked about it.
Some of the guys have already been drafted, but opted to finish school first. I’ve read that Nick is holding off. He won’t do interviews, but I heard a rumor that it's because he thinks he can get more money.
Rumors are usually false.
The young attendant isn’t as happy to see us as we interrupt him from his game on his phone. He impassively hands us two putters and balls. I take the green one leaving Nick the bright pink ball as he pays for the game.
He smirks at me and grunts as he picks up the ball but doesn’t say anything, following me out to the course.
“Ladies first.” Nick motions for me to go.
I feel his eyes wandering over me as I bend down to place my ball on the little hole in the mat. I purposely linger for him with my ass in the air, making sure my ball is in the right spot.
“Lenny,” Nick warns, with a sigh.
I am very aware he, for some reason, likes my ass. I often catch him staring at it, and it’s the first thing he squeezes when we’re alone and pulling our clothes off.
Without a word, I stand up straight and glance over my shoulder at him with a shy smile. He grins and shakes his head. He’s on to my game. I’m going for a very long game of foreplay. It wasn’t my intention, at first. But seeing Nick with his tight date jeans hugging his thick thighs and perfect ass, I can’t help myself.
Finally, I hit my ball and it goes wide but not too far from the hole.
“You’re better at this than the driving range,” Nick states as he comes up to take his shot.
Before I can walk away, I yelp as my ass gets slapped. His palm lingers and squeezes tight.
“For good luck.” He winks.
He does exactly the same as me, bending over to place his ball down. He wiggles his ass for me as he pretends to line up his ball.
I snort, trying to hold in my laugh.
When he finally takes his shot, it sails perfectly and smoothly into the hole.
“Woo!” He shouts and does a jump. “See, I told you it was good luck. I’m going to have to touch your ass before every shot now.”
“Ha! Does that mean I get to slap your ass for luck too?”
In response, Nick lifts his fleece up to show off his ass and pushes it out towards me. My cheeks flame as I give it a light tap.
There’s nobody around us, but I still feel embarrassed by his playful teasing and banter.
I tap my ball and get it in.
Nick is quick to jot down our scores.
“Wow, I didn’t realize how competitive you are.”
He grins at the fact that he’s already beating me. We only played one hole so far.
He pulls me in by the waist so I’m flushed against him. “What’s the fun in playing a game if there isn’t a winner.”
“Care to make a little wager?” I challenge him.
I’m not bad at mini golf. I can take him.
