Alex and I have been friends for a number of years. We do not get to hang out as much as we used to because of work responsibilities and the fact that we live in different cities. But when we do have a chance to get together, we always have a blast, whether we are killing it at trivia night at a bar or trying to drive the green on a golf course.
Alex is married to this hot blonde who can talk shit like a guy, but really knows how to make the moves like a female seductress. They are an awesome couple. And whether it is just me and Alex hanging out, or Alex, Becky, and me all together, we always have a blast.
There have been times when things have gotten very flirty between Becky and me. As much as I’d like for those things to progress, I’d certainly never do anything to cross up the friendship I have with Alex. On some level, I think he would enjoy it as much as I would, but to date, we hadn’t really ever discussed it.
Today was a beautiful day and we had a 9:00 am tee time at one of my favorite courses, River Birches. The course was an early Pete Dye design, and it had a great combination of some grueling par five holes and a few easier par three holes.
Alex and I were lucky enough to get off the first tee as a twosome, and even with our single cart we anticipated it would be a quick round of eighteen holes. Alex was a better golfer than me, but he was a patient companion on the course and was able to take my occasional shanked tee in stride. I always gave him the honor of the first tee shot, and then used his drive as the standard I hoped to meet.
We both hit our first shot and then continued on to the first few holes, just grabbing snippets of conversation as we found our balls, hit, and then headed ever closer to that particular green. We talked about work, politics, current events, and the general state of the world.
We were just about ready to tee off from the fifth tee. I had just set my ball and was in the tee box looking down the fairway at the flag some 475 yards away.
“So, have you ever thought about Becky?” Alex asked.
I stopped what I was doing and turned to look at him. “In what way?”
“As a sexual partner, dummy,” he responded.
I squinted my eyes closed and then turned around to my intended shot. I lined up, relaxed, and mentally envisioned my swing. Slow and smooth. I wound up and followed through, connecting beautifully with the ball that I watched sail 200 yards down the middle of the fairway.
“Yes,” I said, as Alex passed me on the way to the tee box. Now it was his turn to be distracted. He lined up and got ready for his tee shot.
“I think she’d be smoking hot naked,” I said.
Alex stopped his approach abruptly. He looked over his shoulder and shot me one of his trademark smiles. “Yes, she is,” he said. Then he settled down, took a practice swing, and then nailed a beautiful tee shot, with probably fifty yards more distance than I had gotten.
We climbed into the cart and headed down the cart path. “She is actually fucking hot,” he said.
“I can imagine,” I replied.
We didn’t discuss Becky anymore while we found our way to the clubhouse after the ninth hole.
“Looks like you are up three strokes,” I said to Alex. Frankly, the fact he wasn’t ten strokes ahead was telling.
“Want to grab a beer before we hit the back nine?” I asked.
“Absolutely. Leader drinks for free, right?” Alex said as he gave me a friendly shove.
We went into the clubhouse and sat down at the bar. “Two Coors Lights and two waters,” I said to the bartender.
Two cold frosty mugs were placed in front of us and the water soon followed. I drank half my water down almost immediately.
“So….” I said, with a long pause afterward.
“You are wondering about my question back out there?”
“Yes,” I said flatly.
“Well Becky and I were talking some fantasy stuff the other night, and there were some things thrown out as ideas that could only be accomplished with three people, and your name came up during the talk.”
I took a long drink of beer, which was cold and slightly acrid in my throat. “Wow,” I said.
“So I was just sort of thinking out loud, you know, in case there was ever an opportunity.”
Alex chugged half of his beer and placed it carefully back on the bar coaster. I considered what he had said. Becky was a very sensuous woman, and one that had caught my eye, and the idea intrigued me.
“We need to finish up and get back out there,” Alex said.
I picked up my beer and chugged the rest of it down. Then I polished off the glass of water. “Important to stay hydrated no matter what the activity,” I said as I threw a $20 bill on the bar.
We hit the back nine and things were sort of quiet except for our usual trash talk about our game and our respective hits. The day was hot and sunny and it was nice to sink the final putt and get into the shade. After Alex finished his putt, we headed out to the parking lot and loaded our bags into the trunk of Alex’s BMW.
“Would you like to stay for lunch?” he asked. “Your flight tonight is later, right?”
“Yes and yes.”
Alex and Becky had a great house in a quiet neighborhood with a brand-new in-ground pool. We dropped our clubs in the entryway and went out back to find Becky sitting on a lounger in an amazing bikini.
“Hey, Beck,” I said. “Damn, it is hot out here,” I said.
“Hey, Steve. Yeah, don’t know how long this sun goddess will last before I have to jump in the water.”
“Wish I’d remembered to bring a suit this trip.”
“Alex probably has an extra he could loan you, or just go without. Up to you.”
Alex had come outside too and when I looked at him he threw me a look and I immediately knew what he was up to. He was hoping to follow up on our conversation on the course.
“Let me grab us some beers,” Alex said as he turned around and went back into the house.
I decided to plunge ahead and be a little forward to see how things developed. I pulled off my polo. “Mind if I borrow some sunscreen?” I asked.
Becky handed it to me. “I’m guessing you’ll have to keep it rather than borrow, unless you can figure out a way to give it back.”
I laughed out loud and started smearing sunscreen on my torso and shoulders. I expected to have my lower body in the water so I wasn’t too worried about it. My cock swelled in my shorts and I was very obviously aroused by my thoughts as I looked at Becky in the lounger next to me. I sat down on the lounger next to her and removed my shoes and socks, then stood up casually and pulled down my shorts. I tried to be subtle, but my hard cock bobbed up and down and I did notice Becky diverting her eyes from her paperback and glancing over at me.
I had a gratuitous stretch and then I walked over the hot cement and jumped in the pool. “Wow, the water is great,” I said loudly.
I heard the sliding door open and Alex stepped out on the patio with a bar bucket loaded down with ice and beers. “That was a quick change, buddy,” he said as he gave me a head nod.
“He’s swimming commando,” Becky chimed in.
Alex brought the beers over to a shady spot by the pool and handed me one. Then he went back over to the loungers, took off his shirt, and rubbed sunscreen all over his chest and upper body. I noticed Becky watching him, and the thought occurred to me that she might be enjoying the show a little.
Alex also dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. He walked over and joined me in the pool. He gave me a goofy smile but grabbed a beer and popped the top. We knelt down in the shallow end and relaxed, letting the water soothe our muscles.