Forever Yours
12
Putting Around
THE FIFTY-FOUR-HOLE tournament started on Monday morning. The men’s and women’s tournaments were on neighboring courses, so the bus dropped one coach with the women at The Club of Savannah Harbor then drove the other coach and the men to the Savannah Country Club.
Three courses were scheduled for the tournament. With ninety-four men, including individuals and teams, the competition was divided into two rounds. Henry found himself in the second round, teeing off at 1:00, and wished he’d been able to watch Carol in the morning.
They both did well. Henry carded a 73 on the par 71 course. Carol had finished six over for the first round.
The team ate together and were encouraged to get to bed early Monday evening. Of course, several elected to walk the warm and interesting streets of Savannah, especially around the waterfront. They all bought roses made of reeds from the homeless people selling them on every street.
Henry moved onto the leader board when he shot one under on the second round at Glen Cove Golf Course. Carol improved by a couple of strokes on the second day as well, but was still pretty far back from the top. On Wednesday, Henry blew up and shot six over at the Club of Savannah Harbor. It was the same score Carol had on that course. She continued to improve at just three over when she went to Glen Cove.
Both the men and women’s teams did well. The women placed first and the men placed fourth. There was a celebratory dinner Wednesday night. Then Henry and Carol went to celebrate together.
“We’ve been sleeping together for four nights and only had sex on Saturday. Think you’re up to it tonight?” Carol asked.
“There’s never been a problem being up for it,” Henry laughed. “It’s been taking care to be sure you weren’t too sore to swing your clubs.”
“Thank you for that, though it didn’t seem to make a difference. Tomorrow is a travel day, so I have all day riding on that bus with you to recover from any damage you do to my vagina. Not that I expect you to damage it, but I’m sure I can recover from a good round of sex tonight.”
“You’re on,” Henry said, reaching for her.
They didn’t even pretend to ‘make love.’ They both wanted sex and had a willing partner sharing their bed. It might have been the most adventurous in bed they’d ever been. They rolled around, joining in different positions, and ramping up to satisfying orgasms. Then they took an hour to rest and recoup, and went at it again.
“That might not be a good idea tonight,” Carol said when Henry rubbed his cock up her crack. He caught a second on her pucker and then slid past.
“Didn’t intend to do that,” he said.
“I don’t mind!” she clarified. “But I don’t know if I can recover from that in one day so I can play. I’d hate to walk an entire eighteen holes feeling like I was going to poop my pants.”
“I don’t even want to imagine the feeling,” Henry said.
“Here. Isn’t this what you were aiming for?” she asked, directing him to her pussy as he pushed from behind. “Yeah. Man, I like this. Why don’t we plan on the other Saturday night after the tournament? If it’s good, we can go again Sunday night when we get back to Pitt.”
“You know, that’s something I would just never ask of a woman,” Henry said. “But I won’t turn down this beautiful ass if it’s offered.”
“Saturday. Tonight, just pound my pussy again!”
Henry had no difficulty doing that. Since it was his third time for the night, he lasted plenty long enough for Carol to get her cookies twice, then spurted weakly into the condom.
He petted her bottom as he softened and withdrew. He learned something new about Carol every day.
They had enough time when they reached Pinehurst that they could get some practice in at the club before their matches. It was a much smaller field with only eleven men’s teams and twelve women’s teams. Many of the teams had a long way to travel on Sunday, with some planning to leave Saturday afternoon. The men’s tournament comprised two eighteen-hole rounds, played early in the morning on Friday and Saturday. After the Friday men’s round, the women played eighteen holes. On Saturday, they played only nine.
Henry shot four over in the first round, but that was adequate to put him in a four-way tie for third on the leader board. Carol had a fantastic round, just two over par and took the first-round lead for the women. They were congratulating each other profusely, and even though they withheld from having sex, they shared the shower and played with each other.
Saturday morning, Henry shot two over and moved into first place. He stayed there for the tournament and was awarded his medal. Carol may have been inspired by him, or perhaps challenged. She shot two under for the nine-hole completion and stayed in first. She got the individual medal as well. The men’s and women’s teams both followed their leaders and took first place for the tournament. There were congratulations for everyone at the dinner that night. Half the teams had left after their matches, but there was still a nice group hanging around for the dinner.
The team was warned that they would be traveling early the next morning and to make sure they’d packed and dropped their bags at the bus before breakfast at seven. They moaned about it, but they’d get home Sunday evening.
“I… uh… wow… I haven’t done this in a long long time,” Carol said when she came out of the bathroom.
“You’ve done it before?” Henry asked.
“Not with a guy. The girls did it with a dildo a few times. After all, it was supposed to be the honorable way for good Catholic girls to have sex without contraception,” she laughed. “That was passed down to us as freshmen by upper class girls who were supposed to be our ‘big sisters’ at the academy. Eventually, we figured out they just liked to push things into other girls’ butts.”
“We don’t have to do this,” Henry said.
“But I want to. I really would like to know if a flesh and blood cock feels better than a plastic one. I already know it feels better in my vagina. Besides, I kind of prepared things. I’d hate to waste it,” she sighed.
“Well, come here and let me do some preparation, too,” he said, pulling her to him in bed. She went willingly into his arms to start kissing and petting. Henry went so far as to be sure she got off with his mouth before he thought about entering her. He reached for a condom.
“Why don’t we skip that tonight,” Carol said. “I’d like to feel the whole experience and you should, too.”
“You’re sure?”
“I don’t think you’ll get me pregnant, shooting back there. And I don’t think either of us are carrying anything. Unless you’re wigged out about being bareback in my asshole.”
“I’ve never found anything about you to get wigged out about.”
“Then turn me over and plunder me.”
“No,” he said softly. “I want to see your face and kiss you.”
“What? While…? Oh, God! You’re going to enter me while I’m face up? That is so… Use some of this lube, please,” she panted.
Henry applied it liberally and then lined the head of his cock up with her anus and bent to kiss her. As their tongues meshed, he pushed gently but firmly. Carol gasped when the head of his cock popped through her anal ring.
“Oh, God! You’re there. Kiss me some more. It makes me really turned on.”
They continued kissing and Henry slowly sank more deeply into her bottom.
“You’re still going in. God! There’s a lot of you!”
“I’ll stop anytime you say,” he whispered. “But there isn’t really much more anyway.”
“I want it all! I want to feel your whole length going in and out. I might even…” She pushed her hand between them so she could reach her clit and began applying pressure to it as Henry backed most of the way out and then slid in again. It went much smoother.
“This is really better than a gold medal,” Carol gasped. “I’ve been thinking about it all day!”
“It did something for your game,” Henry said. He withdrew and pressed in again.
“If you need to, you can go faster, but I like it this way.”
“As long as I can kiss you, we can take as long as you want.”
“Yes, kiss me. I’m taking all the length you’ve got.”
It didn’t really take all that long. Between the newness of the experience and the raw sexuality, Carol started coming, strumming her clit as rapidly as she could with her hand caught between their bodies. It took Henry only a few more strokes before she could feel his pulses in her bottom and came again.
“Oh, wow! That was intense. Please… slowly… take it out now. That feels like the biggest poop I’ve ever had. Let’s head for the shower.”
The experience had been intense enough to satisfy both of them for the night. They cleaned each other in the shower and kissed more, but then they fell asleep until their wakeup call at six.
They spent the first few hours of the bus trip back to Pittsburgh sacked out, as did most of their teammates and their coaches. By lunch, they were all stirring and looking for something to do. That included everything from card games to makeup parties. It helped the trip go by and by six, they were being discharged from the bus.
Carol and Henry kissed again but had no inclination to try to spend another night together. The next day they returned to classes and saw each other only at practice. They were both just marking time at practice and Henry had already announced he would not be returning to the team the next year. The coaches were focused on their top talent and getting ready for the regional and national tournaments, so the announcement only received a nod from them.
Henry got plenty of practice time in at Constitution Links over the next four weeks. The various high school teams and younger golfers were returning for the summer season. He was happy the club renewed him as a youth pro, so he could continue his club membership and have an income. He’d inquired about becoming a teaching or research assistant in his department at college, but those positions were mostly given to grad students.
That meant his “free time” was spent analyzing the test results on his newest patent and filing a revision with Don. Added to that, Luke and Isobel were home for their spring break the last full week of March and there was “business” to discuss.
Wednesday evening, Henry took time off work and met at Luke’s house with Isobel and Chastity. Once they had pop and snacks, Luke connected his computer to a Zoom session and his advisor from Villanova joined them.
“Dr. Levin, I think you’ve met everyone in the company so far in our earlier meetings. Thank you for joining us this evening,” Luke began.
“A pleasure to see you all again,” Levin said.
“We’re close to being able to file our articles of incorporation,” Luke said. “Dr. Levin has been really helpful in getting that going. There’s a major item left to take care of before we get launched, though. Dr. Levin?”
“As Luke said—major item,” Levin said. “We can’t file for incorporation without a business name. I know you’ve all been thinking about this, but we need to resolve it so we can move forward.”
“What should we be thinking of? Something real techy?” Chastity asked.
“Well, it’s a tech company, so that’s something to consider,” Levin answered. “But let me give you some general rules for naming your company. First, KISS. You probably aren’t old enough to understand the old acronym. Keep It Short and Simple. Or when applied to Dan Quayle, Keep It Short, Stupid. Ideal business names these days are one or two-syllable words, but that is getting harder and harder to come by. Even a three-syllable word or two words that total three syllables may be hard to come by, but if it adheres to the other rules, it will fly.”
“Okay, KISS,” Henry said. Chastity turned toward him and blew him a kiss. “What’s next?”
“Make it memorable and pronounceable,” Levin said. “What’s that name again? If people can’t remember it, they won’t use it. The same is true if people get confused about pronouncing it. Naming your company “Fish” won’t help if you spell it ghoti. That’s gh as in enough, o as in women, and ti as in nation. No one will be able to find you on the internet.”
They all laughed, but nodded.
“Next, and closely related, it should be easy to spell in a single way. Not only phonetically, but logically. Don’t use an alternate spelling or even a word that has an alternate spelling if you can help it. And don’t use hyphens in it. They confuse people. They’ll get frustrated trying to find you when they type in the name without a hyphen, they’ll more than likely go elsewhere.”
“That makes sense,” Isobel said. “There’s a clothing site I used to like, but it had a hyphen in it and I quit using it because without the hyphen it went to a pornography site.”
“Exactly!” Levin said. “Now, we have two things that your name needs to comply with, even if you’ve covered all the others. First of all, it needs to be brandable. In other words, no one else is using it. And you need to check that in some other languages. Years ago, there was a big manufacturer of lawn and garden equipment called Toro. Big reputation in the US, but when they went international, they discovered they couldn’t brand the name in Spanish speaking countries because it was just a common word. Like calling your company Bull.”
“So, we have to search it in other languages and check meanings,” Luke said.
“And you need to file a domain that is available,” Levin said. “As soon as you decide the name, register the dot-com and dot-net domains. There are others, of course, but you should be sure you have those two.”
“It sounds like we’ll be starting from scratch on this,” Henry said. “This could take forever.”
“Not necessarily,” Luke said. “Chastity and I have been compiling a list of names as we worked on the bylaws. We’ve had some long Zoom conferences between the two of us. Thank you, Dr. Levin, for getting us started on this. I know you plan to enjoy some time with your family this week. We won’t interrupt you any longer.”
“Good luck to you all,” Levin said. “This is an exciting time. Let the excitement of actually creating your business help you through the hard work.”
He signed off and the group turned to the list of possible name suggestions Chastity and Luke had compiled.
As they went through each name, Isobel typed in the name as a dot-com in her browser. Several were eliminated from there.
“From working with Henry, I’d say the idea of trust and security are really tantamount to what we want to accomplish,” Luke said.
“I agree, but I’m not that sure we want the term AI in the business name. It just puts so many people off at the moment. We went through a period two or three years ago when AI was a big selling point for websites, applications, cell phones, and entire home security systems. But there was a huge backlash. People held back on upgrading their phones and refused to buy phones that only offered built in AI. That’s names like Trusted AI, Private AI, and AI Integrity.”
“I like this one,” Chastity said. “Open Cloak. It implies that we aren’t keeping secrets from the user.”
“Of course we will,” Luke said. “Unless we’re going to incorporate as a charitable foundation, we have to keep Henry’s code secret.”
“Yes, but there’s something about that I like,” Henry said. “Maybe adding the idea of development to it so people understand what we do. Open Cloak Development.”
“No. That’s so boring,” Chastity said. “How about Design. Open Cloak Design. It implies that we’re open with the user about what they are buying, and at the same time there is a cloak involved to keep their information private.”
“And we design software with the user in mind. It’s available,” Isobel said. “I’d recommend that even if the full company name is Open Cloak Design, we register the websites as just OpenCloak.com and OpenCloak.net.”
“There are people out there who watch to see what names have been searched and try to register them first. If we can live with a company named Open Cloak Design, let’s grab the websites,” Luke said.
“I’m in favor,” Chastity said.
“Yes,” Henry said.
“I’m on the registration site now,” Isobel said.
“Then let’s grab them and get the ball rolling toward our actual incorporation,” Luke said. He sent a text message to Levin and received an immediate reply that said, “Go!”
“I didn’t expect to spend all night just working on a company name,” Henry said. “I still have class tomorrow.”
“I understand, but I think this calls for something special,” Luke said. He left the room and returned with a bottle of champagne. “Dad put this aside for us to celebrate with. I think this calls for the celebration.”
Isobel ran to get glasses from a cabinet, indicating she knew right where such things were kept in Luke’s home. Luke popped the cork and poured a glass for each of them. They all turned to Henry for the toast.
“Wow! My best friends. My business partners. My most trusted allies. Here’s to our success with Open Cloak Design,” he said, raising his glass.
“Damn right!” Luke said.
Henry offered to take Chastity and Isobel home after they’d had a glass of champagne.
“Um… There’s still half a bottle of champagne,” Isobel said. “I think I’ll just stay here and help Luke finish it. Okay?”
“Okay with me,” Luke said. “It might take us all night.”
“I hope so!” Isobel chimed in.
Henry and Chastity left.
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