Vicki's Story Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

Vicki's Story Ch. 07

... single time I chickened out."

"You should be proud Livvy. You're an independent woman. You have carved out a wonderful career. You're smart and beautiful. You have it all."

"Thank you, perhaps if you could help me?"

"I will do more than that. I will support you completely."

During dinner, Mom asked, "Honey, when you were much younger, you used to go with me to tennis at the club. Well, we have a competition on Sunday, would you be my partner?"

"Holy hell Mom, that's a bit naughty. That wouldn't be fair, I am still legally a man."

"Oh, don't be silly. You, my darling, are no longer a man." She blushed. "I mean, you might have the bits but who would know? Please, it would really mean a lot to me."

What could I say? "Yes, okay Mom but, be warned, I haven't played in a very long time."

She smiled warmly and it lit up my heart. "I don't care about the tennis, I am just going to enjoy having you by my side."

Saturday was golf day and Dad was on fire. He was hitting a long ball. As we walked and talked, he thanked me for agreeing to play tennis with Mom. He laughed, "She has gone mad and bought a brand-new outfit. For god's sake, she hasn't played for years. I don't know why she has this sudden urge."

I knew but, kept my mouth shut. I hadn't even thought about what I would wear. Shit, I was going to have to go shopping straight after the game.

We played another hole and he stood close by me as I prepared to tee up. "Want to make it ...

... interesting?"

"How so?"

"Well, I want to make a little wager."

"Go on." I muttered.

"Well, we could talk about your new salary. I'll give you a starting point. If you beat me, you get to choose how much higher I go."

"That's damn sneaky. You'll have me starting on a junior's salary."

"Oh, don't be a wuss. You have been improving and it's not often I beat you by more than two or three shots. I think you have been letting me win lately."

"No way old man. If I could beat you, I would. You're just too good."

In the end, he twisted my arm and we played. It was going to be tight. He was right in the fact I hadn't been trying too hard but, I didn't want him to know that. I kept even with him all the way. He was only one shot ahead when we got to the eighteenth. He struck a mighty tee shot straight down the middle. A beautiful shot. When I teed off, I put everything into it and drilled mine about thirty yards passed his, although mine was off to the side of the fairway.

As we walked up the middle he grinned. "I knew it, you god damned faker."

I smiled. "Hey, a little luck is good sometimes."

He slapped me on the back as I walked past. "Horseshit, that was a damn fine shot. Better than you have been doing. If I catch you holding back on me in the future, we will never play together again."

I saw the steely look in his eye and realized he meant it. "Sorry Dad." We ended up tied and if I had not been holding back a little earlier, I would have beaten him by two ...