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Gary's Golf "Outing" Chapter 4 - (Fore Play in the Ball Room)
Luckily for me, the room wasn't too well lit -- just the emergency
lights, a candle on each table, and an occasional flash of lightning. It
was also a good thing I was walking arm in arm with Christie and Kimberly
when I walked into the ball room or I probably would have fallen flat on
my face. My legs were shaking I was so nervous. But after a few
introductions and explanations about my lost voice and a few comments
like "Who's this pretty thing?" from both men and women, I became a
little more confident. I was glad I didn't recognize anybody (I don't
know why I thought I would) and I was beginning to relax. We all had a
glass of champagne which also helped me to relax.
I almost choked on the champagne when a familiar voice from behind us
said, "Hi, ladies, you look mah-velous, as usual." I was almost afraid to
turn around but Kimberly did and said, "Oh, hi Bob. Thanks for inviting
us to the party. Gabrielle, this is Bob, the golf pro. Gabrielle lost her
voice today, Bob."
"How do you do, Bob?" I whispered.
"Wow, what a sexy voice. Who is this, Kimberly?" I felt a tingle right
down to my crotch as he took my hand and held it and looked intently into
my eyes.
"This is my cousin, Gabrielle," Kimberly lied.
"How do you do, Gabrielle? How long are you going to be here?" Bob asked.
"I'm not sure," I said, glancing at Kimberly.
"As long as she wants to stay," Kimberly said.
"I hope you're here for a while," he said, "Do you play golf, Gabrielle?"
"I try." I whispered as I smiled demurely at him. He was still holding my
hand and looking into my eyes and as I looked into his I thought how cute
he looked. He was about six foot two, neatly dressed, and had a beautiful
tan, short neat hair, a beautiful smile, even white teeth, and clear blue
eyes. That's strange, I thought. I spoke with him this afternoon and I
didn't notice all of that. He was just the golf pro. Now he was holding
my hand and I was getting goose bumps. He patted my hand with his free
hand and said, "Look -- why don't you ladies get something to eat while
the food's still hot? I have some business to take care of and I'll see
you later, okay?" He squeezed my hand and my knees felt weak. I was glad
the hair was gone from my arms and hands and I was glad I had all this
makeup on because I knew I was blushing. What the hell is happening to
me? I was looking forward to seeing him later and I watched his ass as he
walked away. "Hey, look, Christie, Gabrielle has a boy friend."
"She's blushing, too," Christie said. "You don't waste any time, do you,
Gabrielle? He's got the hots for you, baby, and he's the hottest guy
here. I'm jealous." We all laughed and kidded each other as we went
through the buffet line.
They had everything to eat -- carved roast beef and ham, shrimp and king
crab legs, all kinds of pastas and meat balls, salad ingredients, a
variety of vegetables, bread and rolls, fresh fruits, and desserts that
looked absolutely sinful. I found myself thinking, "I'd better not eat
too much; I have to watch my figure." This is bizarre.
We found a table in a dark corner, got comfortable and ate dinner while
we laughed and bantered back and forth about my "affair" with Bob. They
showed me how to hold my knife and fork which I found hard to do with my
long finger nails, and how ladies pat their mouths with their napkins
instead of rubbing their mouths like men do. There was a lot more to
being a woman than I thought. Actually, I never thought about it.
We were just enjoying our dessert when Bob walked over. He asked us how
we were enjoying the party -- "Fine" -- "How do you like the food?" --
"Wonderful" -- "What do think of all this rain?" -- "We hope it stops so
we can play golf tomorrow. Do we get a rain check for today?"
"Maybe we could work something out. By the way, what happened to the guy
you were with this afternoon?"
"He said he was going home. I guess he did." And after more small talk he
said, "Gabrielle, would you like to dance? Do you ladies mind if I take
Gabrielle away for a few minutes?"
"I don't know," Kimberly said, "Her mother wouldn't like it if she lost
her innocence while she's with me. After all, she is a virgin, you know."
I kicked her in the shin and I'm sure he could see me blush even through
the makeup this time. I forgot I had open-toed shoes on and the kick hurt
me more that it did her.
"Christie, what am I going to do?" I whispered.
"You're going to dance with him. Just hold onto him and walk backwards.
You'll get the hang of it in no time. Relax and enjoy, Honey. This is
your night."
"I'm not a very good dancer," I said.
"Let's find out," Bob said as he took my hand and pulled me to my feet. I
placed my right hand into his left and put my left arm around his neck.
He had his right hand resting just above my ass cheeks in the small of my
back. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine and said, "I want to
get something straight before I get any more involved with you. Do you
mind if I ask you a very personal question?" Oh god, I panicked -- he
knows I'm not a woman! I shook my head no, expecting the worst. "You're
not a lesbian like your cousin and her girl friend, are you?"
"What? What makes you think they're lesbians?"
"You mean they're not?"
"I don't know; I haven't seen Kimberly in a couple of years. I don't
think so. Why do you think they are?"
"Well, I've tried to get friendly with them and they just treat me like a
brother. I've never seen them with any guys around here. I think they
don't like men."
"Oh, I think they do. They brought me here tonight hoping I'd meet a nice
guy, and from our conversation before you called, I doubt if they are.
And neither one of them seemed interested in me."
"Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Did you meet a nice guy tonight?"
I laughed nervously, "Y-yes, I did."
He kissed me tenderly on my forehead and I laid my head on his shoulder
so he couldn't see me blushing. I felt warm and protected in his arms as
we danced. Danced!?! I wasn't even aware of dancing. How did we get all
the way across the room to this dark corner without my knowing it?
He put his finger under my chin and lifted my head gently. He kissed me
tenderly on the lips and I was astonished to feel my cock stir from this
friendly little peck. "What did Kimberly mean about your being a virgin?
You're not, are you?"
Well, it's now or never, I thought. "Actually I'm not. We were talking
about oral sex this afternoon. They were telling me about the joys of
cock sucking. They were trying to convince me it is the sexiest thing a
girl can do for a guy." Now I felt his cock stirring and he wasn't
wearing a waist cincher to hold it down. "They're right about that.
You've never had oral sex?"
"Not with a guy."
"Does that mean you've had oral sex with girls?" I thought I'd tease him
a little bit so I drew from my wife's experience in college. "Well, when
I was in college I was still trying to preserve my virginity for
marriage, but you know how it is in college. You're away from home for
the first time and there are all kinds of temptations. Guys hitting on
you all the time. Most of them were nerds, but some of them were older
and a lot more sophisticated. So my roommate and I talked about the
possibilities, and just talking about it got us hot. So one thing led to
another, and one evening when we were sitting on the bed in our baby
dolls and painting each other's toe nails, she took my foot in her hand
and gently blew her breath on my freshly painted nails to dry them.
"She looked up into my eyes, and without losing eye contact, she placed a
kiss on each of my newly-painted piggies. She sucked each one into her
warm mouth and licked the sensitive skin between each one. Then she laved
the sole of my foot with the flat of her tongue and the tickling
sensation went right to my crotch. She repeated the same adoration on my
other foot and my pussy was dripping."
Bob's hands were now on my ass, pulling me tightly against his slender
body. But that cock of his was anything but slender. It was long and fat
and hard, and it was throbbing against my tummy, just above my own
throbbing tube. I just hoped he couldn't feel mine, so I continued with
the story to take his mind off the present situation. But his strong
hands kneading my nether cheeks made it hard (no pun intended) for me to
divert my thoughts from that area.
"She must have smelled my pussy secretions because she started licking up
my leg, which she had just shaved before she painted my toe nails, and
before I knew what was happening, it was happening. She was licking the
juices that had leaked from my honey pot, and was searching voraciously
inside for more. And she found plenty of it, too."
I had my head on Bob's chest to muffle my voice, and I could feel his
heart pounding harder as I narrated my "college experience." He was
grinding his hard prick into me as he pulled me closer by the cheeks of
my ass. I looked up and his face was red. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, like
a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He tried to back away but I
pulled him to me and ground my belly against his throbbing prick. "Did
you go down on her?" he asked hopefully.
"Of course I did; not only that night but every night until we graduated
-- many mornings and afternoons, too. We couldn't get enough of each
other. And, I swear, I never went out on a date with a boy all through
college. I didn't have to. Heather and I were lovers until we graduated."
"Do you still like to suck pussy?"
"Of course," I said. "I love it, don't you?"
"Of course," he said, "Most guys do. Do you still see Heather?" Guys are
really obsessed with the lesbian thing. Bob was really intrigued by my
alleged lesbian affair so I continued teasing him. "No," I said
whimsically, "I wish I did. She was the best cunt lapper I have ever
known, male or female, and her pussy juice was an aphrodisiac for me. I
could never get enough of it. And the more I ate her, the more I creamed.
It seemed like I was sucking the juice out of her pussy and her juice was
coming out of mine. We couldn't get enough of each other."
"But you like guys, too, don't you? Do you date guys?"
"Not right now. You see, I'm separated."
"Oh?"
"Yes. I married this lawyer right out of college. The sex wasn't what I
expected it to be and our marriage is just hanging by a thread."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"No you're not," I laughed. "I could feel your cock twitch against my
tummy when I told you that." He blushed now, and laughed.
We laughed together. We were both having a good time. Bob kissed me
passionately and pushed his tongue forcefully into my mouth. He kept it
stiff and I sucked on it like I was sucking on his cock. I had never
kissed a man before and I couldn't believe my cock was throbbing as much
as his was. I had to divert his attention again so he couldn't feel it.
"My god, your cock feels big. How big is it, by the way?"
"Eight or nine inches, I guess. I've never measured it."
"I didn't mean to get you all excited for nothing. That's a lot of meat
to leave un-fulfilled and I can't do anything about it tonight. I'm
having my period."
"Oooh," he groaned, and I could really empathize with him. I'd been in
that situation many times. "What about the oral sex you were supposed to
try?"
"Well, we have no place to try it. I can't invite you up to Kimberly's
place. I think I'm already imposing on them."
"We could go to my place."
"I'm their guest. I haven't seen Kimberly in a couple of years. I think
it would be rude to go to your place tonight. Could we do it tomorrow
night?"
"Oooh," he groaned again, and I really felt sorry for him. I'm sure this
pulsing penis demanded immediate attention. "Let's go back to the table.
I have to go to the ladies' room. Maybe we can work something out."
"We're at the table," he said, and sure enough, we were. We had covered
the whole dance floor and were back to where we started and I wasn't even
aware of moving. Christie and Kimberly clapped and laughed. "Let's hear
it for Fred and Ginger," they said as Bob and I sat down.
"You told us you weren't a good dancer, Gabrielle. You were terrific.
Everybody in the place was watching you."
"Oh, no. I hope they didn't see everything."
"They saw enough to see that you two were having a good time. It looked
like you thought you were the only two people in the room," Kimberly
said. "Yeah, like you were a couple of teen-agers in love," Christie
said. I had my hand in Bob's lap, toying with his tumescent tool. When
Christie said that, my reaction was to squeeze it hard and Bob jumped and
moaned.
"I'm sorry, honey," I said, as I kissed him on the cheek. "I didn't mean
to hurt you."
"Maybe you'd better kiss it and make it all better," Christie said,
winking at Bob.
"Excellent idea," Bob said as he squeezed my hand around his cute cock
again.
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