Page 115 of The One I Hate
Simon shakes his head. “Technically this is indoor mini golf. Putt-Putt is actually a trademarked term and has very specific course specifications. Anything with a windmill, like this one, is mini golf.”
“How in the hell do you know that?”
“I’m basically a pro…”
Simon pays the attendant, grabs two balls and two putters, and leads me to the first hole.
“Welcome to the past.”
“How is this the past?”
“Because this was going to be our first date.”
I nearly drop the ball he just handed me. “You had it planned out?”
“I did.” He sneaks a kiss on my cheek before guiding me to the first hole. “Since you insisted that WrestleMania was not our first date, I always thought about what we would do if you ever said yes to a real date. And, because I was a cocky guy who wanted to impress you?—”
“Wasa cocky guy?”
He smiles and pulls me into him. “Touché.”
“Please tell me you were going to do the whole ‘let me show you how it’s done’ move?”
I think I just made him blush. “It was a much better idea when I was twenty-one.”
“It’s still a good idea.” I lean up and kiss his cheek. “Why don’t you show me?”
A small fire lights in his eyes. “Turn around. Put your ball on the ground and stand with your feet part, the ball in the middle.”
I do as he says. “Like this?”
“Like that.” Simon positions himself behind me and wraps his arms so they are on top of mine. He takes my hands and helps me place them on the putter, which of course puts his cock right into my ass. I can’t help but wiggle against it.
“You’re playing dirty,” he whispers in my ear, giving it a gentle nibble.
“I play to win.”
The groan he lets out vibrates through my body, which only makes me press into him more.
“Bug…”
“Simon…”
“Anyway…” I giggle as he takes a second to collect himself. “Hold your hands like this, then slowly bring it back and push it forward.”
I follow his motion, not hitting the ball yet. “Like this?”
“Just like that.”
Simon steps away and I reline up the shot. The first one is easy, only one hill in the back.
I swing the putter back and push it forward, giving it the perfect speed to ring around the cup once before falling in.
I turn to him with all smiles. “Like that?”
Simon’s mouth is hanging open. He looks like a cartoon character. “How…”
“You’re not the only one who is, what was it…basically a pro.”
