Where It Begins... (Ch. 10)

When we get inside I see a giant screen TV playing music videos and it is above a long bar. There is an open space with some tables that also doubles as a dance floor, I guess this place turns into a club after midnight. To the right of the entrance is outdoor seating and another bar. In the center is the hostess who takes us to the outdoor seating area where Khyle's friends are sitting.

The outdoor area has three different floors of stadium like sections. Each section there are two couches and a table in the center. There is one lane for hitting the golf balls down the range and at the end of the range are two giant screens playing music videos and a baseball game.

"Hey!!!" Khyle's friends are waving at him.

As we walk over to the group Khyle begins the introductions, "Adrienne, this is Porter..." I extend my arm out and shake Porter's firm hand.

Porter is tall, fair skin, also muscular with rounded glasses and a little dimple in his chin. He has a sexy stubble complimenting his face and even more sexy is his British accent.

"... This is Zane and his girlfriend Marissa," Khyle says finishing his introductions.

I shake their hands. "Guys, this is Adrienne, the girl I was telling you about from work," Khyle says, placing his arm around my waist.

He's been telling his friends about me?? I am flattered and yet nervous about what he has been saying to them.

"Very nice to meet you, Adrienne..." Porter pauses, looking at me while giving me a little curl of his lip. Damn, he has some beautiful eyes. Porter finishes his sentence before I finish my thoughts. "... and might I say you are just as beautiful as Khyle described you."

I look up over to Khyle, who is standing next to me with a smile on his face as he looks down at me. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into him, placing a light kiss on my lips.

We find our seats around the table and the waitress comes up to us to take our orders. Zane orders a local beer, Marisa orders a glass of Chardonnay, Porter and Kyle order a whiskey on the rocks, and I go with a sunset martini. I'm feeling frivolous tonight, trying something different.

Zane and Marisa are the first to hit a few balls, then Porter, then me, and lastly Khyle.

"I have never played before so don't judge too hard," I say shyly.

"I'm sure we will be able to show you how. It's not hard," Porter replies.

Marisa cuts in with an "it's swinging a stick to hit a ball and yet I still suck at it!"

"I like to think I'm good at putting balls in holes," Zane says giving a little smack on Marisa's butt.

Porter casually grabs his club and moves to the putting area. He plants his feet just below him, adjusts his hands on his club, and swings. I can see his muscles showing through his tight blazer and I have to stop myself from looking to hard at him, full well knowing that British accents are one of my weaknesses.

As he walks back to his seat, he looks right at me with a little smile, "Just like that."

Zane goes to hit the ball and Marissa follows, both with ease.

"You guys have done this before?" I say.

Marissa sits next to me. "We come here pretty often."

Crap it's my turn and I'm not even slightly buzzed to be doing this without a care and my high has long gone. I stand up and clear my throat fixing my shirt. I take my club and stand up in front of everyone. They are all watching me and it makes me nervous. I hesitate on where to put my feet and can't seem to find a comfortable grip on the club. Khyle stands up and comes behind me wrapping his arms around me, his hands grabbing mine. Mmm he smells so good and his strong arms around me feel even better.

When he wraps his arms around me I arch my back and press my butt onto his groin.

"What are you doing, Adrienne?" he says, clearing his throat.

I smile and look back at him. "Golfing, why?"

He lets out a little laugh and presses his hip towards mine in reply.

"Adjust your hands like this..." he says, moving them slightly. "... Squeeze, wind up, and with your eye on the ball, swing the club down."

When I swing, I make sure to press my butt on him harder and move it side to side as I follow through. To my surprise, the ball goes flying down the range.

"Yeeee!" I squeal all excited.

I turn around and hug Khyle in excitement. "Thank you!"

"See, you got it," Khyle says as he gives me a kiss and a smack on my ass.

He leans in to me as we walk back to our seats to say, "Next time you press your ass on me like that... you better hope I don't fuck you right here in front of everyone...."

My heart falls to my butt and my eyes go wide. What the hell did he just say? My mouth drops open as he sits down looking at me with his cocky smile. I do my best to recover and sit down like nothing happened, but it is clear that my face is showing it and Porter heard something. He looks over at me with a half smile then he looks at Khyle who gives him a nod and crooked smile. The relationship that these two guys seem to have is... different.