West Palm Slut Daylight Fading Ch. 04

I laid in my bed staring up at the ceiling. I had been able to fall asleep for maybe two hours before my brain took off like a runaway train once again.

I wondered how Derek was and wondered if he missed me. I wondered where Donnell was and how he was able to cut off ties so easily. I thought about how many good times I had with Courtney. I also thought about how easily she had turned on me - embracing my sexuality one day and then shaming me for it the next. I concluded she was just jealous of all the attention I had been receiving.

I thought about her mom, June, giving me advice and internally I giggled at how quickly I ignored that advice, including giving her son a blow job in the shower. Then my mind drifted to Javier's wife. She had introduced herself to me at the pool. She was so sweet and welcoming. She was also drunk and had been wearing a fashionable one piece bathing suit with exposed sides. It was not the type of bathing suit you'd expect someone to wear who was in their forties and was nearly two hundred pounds. I felt guilty talking to her knowing what had transpired between Javier and I.

My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. It was Chad. It was six thirty in the morning. What could Chad possibly want?

"My friends want to know if they can pay you to go golf with them this morning."

"Chad, I don't golf. Plus it's six thirty in the morning."

"Their tee time isn't until after nine. Plus, you don't need to golf. You'd just drive one of the carts, get the guys beers when they need them, take some shots. Just be the eye candy you are."

"How much money are we talking?" I asked.

"One hundred fifty dollars."

"Just to drive a cart around and get drunk?"

"Yup. But only golfers are allowed out on the course so you'll need to dress as if you were golfing. Don't worry, my friends will pay for it."

Being referred to as eye candy boosted my spirits. A chance to make some money on my Saturday off of work sealed the deal.

I rolled out of bed and took a shower. My days at the pool had tanned my body nicely and my tan lines were pronounced. I would need to go to a tanning salon soon to even the tan out.

I went to my closet and pulled some clothes out of one of the boxes. Months ago Courtney and I had decided we were going to take golf lessons but it was really just an excuse to go buy cute golf outfits.

I put on some panties and my white golf skirt. It was entirely too short for golf but I didn't plan on actually golfing today. I was eye candy and this skirt fit the bill. I forced on a sports bra in front of the mirror but my weight gain had rendered it too tight and the pressure of the bra was uncomfortable on my breasts.

I pulled the sports bra off and my tits bounced down enjoying their freedom once again. I tried on the navy polo I had purchased as part of my golf outfit. It too was slightly tight around the stomach but it was cute and wearable. I wasn't wearing a bra but you could barely tell through the darkness of the fabric.

I put on some flip-flops and packed a backpack with some snacks, mini bottles of vodka, a pair of tennis shoes, and an extra top. I called a cab and finished one of the mini bottles on the way to the course.

The boys were already there and met me at the clubhouse. We walked over to their SUV where they loaded up their golf bags with beer and bourbon.

"You'll need to wear golf shoes," one of them remarked looking at the flip flops on my feet.

I bent over and rumbled through my backpack, removing the tennis shoes I had brought. I could hear whispering and noticed that my skirt had rode up my body exposing my panties and ass.

"Boys will be boys," I murmured to myself.

I was well aware of their gawking as I remained bent over, putting on my shoes. I liked the attention and plus, I was eye candy.

As we walked to the cart station we got introductions out of the way. They all looked similar - the mid-twenties, still muscled frat boy type. Adam was the most jacked of the three. He was cute and had big biceps that made you want to reach out and feel them. He seemed somewhat shy and rarely made eye contact with me. Brian was the bachelor. He was the tallest of the bunch, around six foot three inches, and had brown hair similar to Chad's but shorter on the sides. The final golfer was Mike. He was bald and had already drank two beers since My arrival. He was the least fit of the group. He had good biceps but his beer belly was already pressing firmly against his shirt.

We set out on the course - Adam and Mike in one cart and Brian and I in another. By the third hole we had each finished at least one drink.

The boys asked me to take a picture of them at the fourth tee. As I did I couldn't help but notice how cute each looked. Something about golfers turned me on. Then Mike and Adam asked for a picture with me. Brian took the picture as he didn't want to have any pictures of him with any women so close to his wedding. I looked at the picture he took and decided we needed a redo. I spread the collar of my shirt exposing more cleavage.

"Much better!" Brian exclaimed.

Mike looked over and stared down my shirt.

"Are you not wearing a bra?" Mike asked with his eyes squinting in a questioning manner.

I just laughed instead of returning an answer.

The round continued on. I served the men beers from their bags, poured shots of bourbon down their throats, and complimented their golf shots. I had taken shots as well and by the eleventh hole we were all fairly buzzed.

Mike was definitely drunk and had become boisterous and handsy.

He put his arm around my shoulder and looked down my shirt.

"I'll give you twenty dollars to flash us," he laughed.

"No way!" I laughed back.

"I've got twenty on it as well," said Brian.

"Me too," Adam chimed in.

I thought about it. An extra sixty dollars just to show my boobs real quick.

I untucked my shirt and lifted it above my shoulders before quickly pulling it back down.

"That was too quick!" Mike yelled.

"He's right," Brian said calmly. "Just lift up your shirt to your chin for a count of ten and the money is yours.

I rolled the bottom of my shirt up and held it under my chin. The men smiled as they looked at my exposed tits.

"Those are some tan lines!"

"Beautiful."

"Where did you find this girl?"

After ten seconds I put my shirt back down and we continued on as if nothing happened.

As we pulled up to the seventeenth tee I grabbed Brian another beer.

"Did you really fuck Chad and Andre Thursday night?" Brian asked.

"What?!"

"Chad and Andre said they had a threesome with you on Thursday when we were in Boca."

"No! That did not happen!"

"I thought it sounded far fetched. You don't seem like that type."

"I can't believe they said I did that. What the fuck? And I golfed all day with you three thinking I did that!"

"We figured they were lying. Chad also said he jerked off into your mouth while you sat on the bathroom floor. None of us believed that either."

"Yeah. That didn't happen either," I lied.

"Don't stress about it. They're liars," Brian assured me as his hand brushed my hair.

We finished the round and had a few more drinks at the clubhouse before calling it a day. As we walked out to the parking lot I decided to change my shoes one more time for show.

"I'm going to call a cab boys," I winked as I stood back up and gave each of them a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"If only you weren't engaged..." I whispered teasingly into Brian's ear as I backed away and let my hand run down his chest.

I scrolled through my phone for the telephone number for the cab company as the boys hopped in their SUV. My vision was blurry from the alcohol and finding the telephone number in my phone was no easy task.

The SUV pulled up in front of me. Adam was driving and Mike was in the passenger seat.

"Hop in! We'll give you a lift home."

Mike was drunk and loud and I wasn't about to engage him in conversation so I opened the back door and climbed in. Brian was sitting in the back seat on the drivers side. I told Adam my address and we pulled away from the course.

It was quiet for a minute until Mike drunkenly broke the silence.

"Why don't you give my boy Brian one last hand job before he gets married next week?"

"Mike. Dude. Knock it off," Brian said as Mike cackled in the front seat.

Secretly I liked the idea. Brian would always remember me as the last to touch him before being locked away in marriage for the rest of his life.

I reached over and playfully rubbed Brian's dick through his shorts. Brian made no effort to move my hand away. I smiled at him, unbuttoned his shorts, and unzipped his fly. I found the opening of his boxer briefs and pulled his growing cock out through the hole.

"Holy shit. She's doing it," Mike yelled while looking back from the front seat.

I ignored him. Brian and I locked eyes as I gently stroked the skin on his cock up and down. It had quickly grown to a rock hard seven inches. My eyes stopped focusing on Brian's eyes and diverted to his impressive cock. It was arrow straight and my hand wrapped around it nicely.

My eyes found Brian's again and I lifted my brow in an inquisitive manner. He nodded yes. We needed no words. We had developed such a strong connection so quick.

My head found Brian's lap and his dick slid smoothly into my mouth.

"This cannot be happening!" I heard Mike yell.

I didn't care. I was already obsessed with Brian's dick and knew I only had a limited time before we arrived at my apartment building. My mouth watered at the sight and taste of Brian's dick. I took every inch of him over and over again, moaning with enjoyment despite not being touched.

He was hot. He was sexy. He had a great cock. I was being watched. I was so turned on. My mouth and tongue eagerly touched every part of his cock.

I could feel him tense up so I took him all the way into my mouth. He unloaded his cum so far back in my throat that I barely tasted it. I waited until he finished coming and then sat back up. Brian zipped his pants back up and two minutes later we were outside of my apartment building.

"Any chance of you meeting us out later tonight?" Brian asked.

"Probably not. But today was fun boys."

With that I lifted my shirt up one more time with a laugh and then let it drop back down before hopping out of the car.