Foolish Wisdom
8 Dating by the Rules
“YOU’VE NEVER BEEN miniature golfing? Seriously?” Sora asked.
“Seriously,” I laughed. I’d received a call from Sora Tuesday morning asking me out that evening. This was great. I hadn’t spent a lot of time with her yet. She was a year ahead of most of us. Even though she came to a few study sessions, the only class she shared with me or anyone else, as far as I knew, was German. And Sora always seemed to be hanging around Geoff. My buddy hadn’t had many dates or girlfriends. And finally, there was the simple fact that Sora was a hot JV cheerleader and other than our group adventures, we just didn’t connect that often. I was a little surprised to hear from her.
“Well, I guess that’s a relief in some ways,” she said. We’d driven all the way to North Webster where she said they had the best mini-golf course in the area. And there was a wicked ice cream parlor downtown that served a huge sundae and rang bells and ran around if you ordered it. We’d started with that and I was so stuffed that I could hardly bend over the putter to hit the ball. “You know, though, that if you really do well I’ll think you lied and if you sandbag just to let me win I’ll think you’re a faker and lied.”
“Crap! How am I supposed to focus on a shot with you talking like that?” I said. “Any way you look at it I lose.”
“No. I believe you. You can’t face the hole and hit the ball. You have to line up parallel to a line drawn between the hole and the ball. Then you swing and tap the ball.” The first hole looked like a straight shot down the middle to the hole. Sora had her first hole-in-one. I tapped the ball and found out there was a hump sort of in the middle and the ball scooted off to the left and stopped about five feet from the hole. “Gently, gently,” she whispered. I tapped the ball again and it came within a foot and stopped. “Okay. Better to be a little short than have to dig the ball out from against a wall on the other side. Now this is a little tap-in.” I hit the ball and it came to rest just beside the hole. Sora nudged it with her foot. “Three.”
“I’m pretty sure that was going to take me another shot,” I said. She just grinned at me.
“Let me show you how to make this next one.” She directed me to a spot just behind her and positioned her ball. “Now watch my hips. See how they are lined up with the hole?” Watch her hips? Was that the same as watching her butt? She wore a pair of those terrycloth type shorts that were sort of like running shorts but shorter. How was I going to line anything up with the hole? Shit! I completely missed her swing and the ball bounced off the side, the back wall, and came to rest about a foot from the cup. Damn it! Does everything in golf sound sexual? Putter? Cup? Hole? Balls? “Now you try.”
“Right. This looks more like pool than golf.”
“Wait. Straighten up a little and move your left foot forward.” All of a sudden, I could feel Sora the magnificent pressed up against my back with her hands around mine on the club. I could feel every movement of her tits against me. This was going to be hard. “Now you’re lined up, you just need to swing the club back and gently stroke through the ball.” She guided my swing and even though it wasn’t as smooth as hers, the ball stopped a couple feet from the hole. I stood up and turned toward her. She didn’t move and just stood there smiling at me. Then she went to sink her second shot. It took me two more, but at least I hit it in the cup.
“Um… Sora? What’s this all about?”
“I’m teasing you, Brian. Now come here and help me with my shot. I’ll show you what it feels like to hit the ball correctly.” I took a deep breath and followed Sora to the next hole. She had me get behind her and reach around to grasp the club over her hands. I tried to keep some distance but she would have nothing to do with that.
“You won’t feel it if you aren’t right up against me, Brian. Come on. Don’t be afraid. I give you permission to get right up against me.” Right up against landed my hard cock between her butt cheeks. “That’s it. It’s really not that hard. Yet. Let your hips move with mine. Let me control our hands and keep light contact between your shoulders and mine.” She swung back and stroked the ball toward the hole. It went straight in. “Now let’s see if you can take me for the same kind of ride. Square up and let me get up against you. Once you know where the hole is, keep your eye on the ball.” I swung back and hit the ball toward the hole. I really didn’t care where the ball went. Sora was keeping me way distracted. The ball was about two inches from the cup. “Look there,” she said as she walked up to it and gave it a flick with her sandal covered toe. “Hole in one.”
I picked the balls out of the cup and handed her the blue one. Then I led her to a bench and watched another couple play through.
“What’s going on, Sora? I like you a lot, but we haven’t really been doing enough together the past few months to merit this kind of play. Why are you teasing like this?” She sighed.
“I just wanted to play a little. And show you what everybody else knows about miniature golf. I’m a year older and feel like I was given a reprieve this year from making my life into a train-wreck. In a week, I’ll be off to my summer training camp and won’t have time for another date until next fall. That’s what it’s all about, besides me liking you and feeling safe, even when your hard cock is wedged between my butt cheeks.”
“That was just a little intense. What are you training for? Cheerleading?”
“Ha! Brian, this is not a tease and is not about sex. Put your hand on my butt.” I looked at her and she dragged my hand around her to her butt. There was no one near and… Well, Sora’s butt! “Just do it. Now squeeze.” I squeezed her butt cheek gently, expecting the same soft sensation that I felt when I was up against her. Instead, I felt a rock. Well, not exactly a rock. A kind of soft, really firm rock. That didn’t make any sense. It was like gripping my cock when I was erect. Damn! Not the shape, but that same feeling of it being soft and hard at the same time. Sora relaxed and I felt the squish I expected the first time.
“That’s awesome, Sora. Your muscles are unbelievable.”
“Um… Brian. You can stop squeezing my butt now.”
“Oh! Yeah! Sorry! How’d you get so much muscle? The other cheerleaders aren’t like that. I mean…”
“Oh? You’ve been feeling the other cheerleader’s butts?” Sora laughed. I was not going to say a thing. “Cheerleading is just an activity where I can use my skills and show off at school. I’m a gymnast. I have a training unit every day before school. In the summer, I go to a camp where we work out eight or ten hours a day. I have one shot at the Olympics next year. That’s it. I was too young for the last Olympics. By the next one, there will be younger girls who can do things I never imagined. That’s why there just isn’t enough time to date and have fun. It’s why I’m being a little wild today.”
“I’m really not complaining,” I said.
“Good. Let me explain the rules. The game of miniature golf is closely related to both golf and pool. For most guys, it is a legitimate way to feel up your date. We only touched on the basics. I hugged myself against you to guide you. You humped my ass to follow what I was doing. In eighteen holes of close, personal instruction, there is a high likelihood that we’d both come at least once. You’ve really never played before? Girls use that line all the time so the boy will keep her wrapped in his arms with a lot of sexual contact between them. No one cares what the score is, and the boy—typically—will make sure the girl’s score is almost as low as his. The whole idea is to score.”
“But you are actually good at this.”
“Yeah. My family all loves to miniature golf. No boy has ever had to offer to guide my swing. That doesn’t mean they haven’t offered. They just didn’t have to. I thought, since you really hadn’t played that it would be fun to tease you with the tradition. Look over there.” Over there was a couple and he had his arms around her from behind. She turned slightly as the ball went who knows where and rotated right into his kiss. They stayed tangled that way until the next couple had moved up behind them.
“So, the whole game of miniature golf is just an excuse to make out?”
“No! It’s a really good game, even though I usually play alone. I come in the early afternoon and no one complains if I shoot every hole twice before I move on. Then I pay for another round and do it all over. I just thought that I’d show you that side of the game. You know. Sort of as an instructional course.” She laughed. “And I really didn’t mind you jabbing me in the butt,” she whispered. “I haven’t been doing much of that this year and sometimes it’s fun.”
“Are you serious about Geoff?” I asked.
“Kinda. I think. He’s really quirky fun.”
“You don’t have to date anyone else in the group, you know.”
“Yeah, but… well, we’ve talked about it. He understands I don’t have time for a relationship. We both want to make a show of dating, even though… well, maybe when he turns sixteen in January if everything is going well, we’ll go a little further with each other. But I really want to be part of the group. I don’t want to be afraid to have a guy put his arms around me and think that he might try to rape me.”
“I hope you know I wouldn’t do that.”
“Yeah, I do. I suppose you get tired of always being the safe guy to be with.” I laughed. I’d talked to Doug and Carl about that at graduation. We’d all come to the same conclusion.
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you? But it’s not really true. Think of all the guys you know outside our group. Especially those you’ve dated. How many of them do you think have ever heard the words, ‘I give you explicit permission to touch me anywhere above my waist, inside or outside my clothes.’ Anybody?”
“Oh, shit! Someone actually said that to you? Who?”
“Won’t answer and won’t say. That’s part of the agreement. Well, my unwritten rules. I won’t talk about what I did with any other of my dates with anyone. Come on. You just told me a while ago that you might go a little further with Geoff after he turns sixteen. If you don’t use those words with him, how is he going to know what you want? How are you going to know he’ll stop at that point?”
“Even dating under the rules for the past few months, I never really figured it out,” Sora said. “I actually thought most of the guys in the group didn’t like me very much. I just figured they’d try anything that wasn’t against the rules. You know. They wouldn’t try to get in my panties. And then Geoff asked if… Yeah. I won’t say. I’m just putting it all together.”
“Sora, I’m so sorry I haven’t paid more attention to you this year. It’s been so bizarre having seventeen girlfriends. I know the guys probably all like you and are probably a little scared of you. You’re already sixteen and all of us are fifteen. You’re a year ahead of us in school. And you are this ultra-hot goddess cheerleader. It’s a little intimidating for a guy. Still, the fact that Geoff asked you… whatever, shows how much he really does like you and wants to be a real boyfriend.”
“Wow. Um… Brian? Can I try it with you? Like, I was trying to show you how guys use miniature golf to sort of make passes at their dates, could you help me with the right… uh… way to give permission?”
“Sure. It’s not too difficult, except that you… uh… I guess it is hard. We just aren’t used to telling others exactly what we want. Like, Sora, may I have your permission to kiss you just a little?”
“Yes.” I leaned toward her and Sora closed her eyes as our lips met. It was our first kiss, really, and I didn’t want to push anything. I just wanted her to know that I liked being out with her. She smiled at me. “Let me try to phrase this. And help me if I’m not clear. Uh… Brian, I give you explicit permission… Oh God! That made shivers run down my spine. I give you explicit permission to hug me and sort of rub against me and make little passes that look like part of the game while we play miniature golf. And sometimes to sneak a little kiss. But it’s not like a grope-fest. It all has to be like we’re helping each other play golf. Is that okay?”
“Sora, I give you explicit permission to do the same thing, and especially to correct me if I get something wrong or do something you don’t want.”
“Wow.”
“I think I’m going to like playing miniature golf.”
We had a blast. It was really cool and I could see that by putting the framework around a limited permission, it was a really sexy and fun date. We did a lot of cuddling and pushing ourselves against each other and my hand just sort of grazed her boobs a few times, but it wasn’t like I really touched them or squeezed them or anything. And we kissed a few times without getting into a passionate lip-lock. When Sora drove me home, she walked me up to my door.
“Geoff made a big deal about the fact that whoever provided transportation had to walk his or her date to the door,” she said.
“It’s kind of an unwritten rule among the guys. We always walk our dates to the door or pick them up at the door. I like the fact that girls do it, too.”
“May I kiss my boyfriend goodnight?” she asked sweetly.
“I would love to kiss my girlfriend goodnight,” I answered. We kissed a good bit more passionately than we had on the golf course and continued the rule of hugging and rubbing against each other.
“Thank you, Brian. This was like a normal date but I didn’t have to worry about where the boundary was. That made it even more exciting. I hope you get to play miniature golf a lot more.”
When Sora left, I went to my room and did what most normal teenaged boys do after a hot date.
Wednesday was basketball day with the guys. We played half-court, three-on-three and shuffled the teams every half hour or so. When the little guys, Geoff, Josh, and me, faced Lionel, Carl, and Doug, it was like trying to shoot a ball at the hoop through the trees. Josh and I nailed some long shots and Geoff proved surprisingly efficient at setting shots up. But in three-on-three, every basket is a point and there was no way we made as many baskets as the big guys.
When we were done playing and were sweating like pigs, Carl’s mom picked us up in her van and dropped us at Ruby’s. Our poor waitress had to be a weight-lifter to carry the tray of food and shakes we ordered. We saw some guys we’d played against from Whitcomb High on JV and I was afraid things would get tense, but it turned out that off the court they were just friendly guys who like basketball as much as we did. We ended up agreeing to have a pick-up game someday at the city park.
When Carl’s mom dropped us off, we made a big production of all getting out of the van and walking whoever was being dropped off to the door, then everybody slapping a high five before we piled back in and went to the next house. I was third off and Carl, Doug, and Geoff all came to my back door with me. We put our hands in a circle and gave a shout like we were headed onto the ball court. Then the guys headed on.
I dropped into bed after I’d showered and went straight to sleep. There was no need to whack off.
Doreen and Doug picked me up Thursday evening. Doreen agreed to be our driver and Doug was tagging along as her ‘date.’ Truth was, they were pretty cute together. We drove over and I went to Sugar’s door to pick her up. She came out giggling with her mother right behind her. Regina Evars was a slightly larger version of Sugar herself and was giggling just as hard. Sugar was wearing a short skirt that clung to her generous hips and exposed a lot of thick thigh. Her mom had a dress on that was only slightly longer and showed a lot of cleavage.
“Brian, you keep this girl out of my house until ten, you hear? Malcolm and me got business to take care of and I don’t want her interrupting. You keep her out till eleven and I’ll give you a dollar.” Now I understood why they were giggling.
“What will you give me to keep her out till midnight?”
“Anything happens after eleven, she gotta give you.” She turned and shook her hips. “I need to go give my man his dinner.”
“Bring me home early and it will be like going to a double feature,” Sugar whispered loudly enough for her mom to hear. Her mother turned and wagged a finger menacingly at us and we skipped out to the car.
I was surprised that Sugar wanted to see the new action flick. Doreen rolled her eyes and Doug suggested they’d meet us after the show. He dragged his sister to a romance-comedy and I swear Doreen reminded me of Rika the way she pranced after him. Sugar led me to the last row of the theater. I began to see her plan. Crowds at action movies tend to sit midway and closer to the action. The back quarter of the theater was pretty much empty. The multi-screen complex had been renovating one theater at a time over the spring and the new seats were really comfy. They rocked back and forth and the arm between the seats could be raised up. Sugar quickly found that and was snuggled up against me as tightly as she could manage. She had her feet propped in the next seat over.
We didn’t start kissing until the feature film started.
“I wore panties this time,” Sugar whispered in my ear. Oh shit! Back on Valentine’s Day, Rose and I had been making out with Sugar and got pretty intense. I asked Sugar if I could go to third base and touch her outside her panties. She swore and said she hadn’t worn any because she figured they’d just get soggy. This time, she’d worn panties. “Brian, I give you explicit permission to touch me any way you want in order to make me scream at the… uh… climax. Of the movie. But not before.”
Oh, man. This was a challenge. I knew from experience that Sugar had very sensitive nipples. I was really going to have to pace myself and anticipate the climax of the movie. Well, there was a bad guy mastermind criminal and there was the hero. Between them were a bunch of terrorists and cops. I just had to keep score of how many of each were left. Eventually, it would come down to the good guy killing the bad guy. That had to be the climax. I just had to have Sugar ready by then and not tip her over the edge too soon. Why did things have to be so difficult? Couldn’t we just go out to Doreen’s car and make out for a couple hours?
I didn’t do anything more than put my arm around her during the previews. That doesn’t mean she wasn’t active. They showed the preview for the movie Doug and Doreen were seeing. It was sappy and romantic and there was an “I’ll never let you go” moment in the preview and Sugar licked my ear and then with it wet whispered, “Do you think Doug is holding Doreen in the back row?” The breeze from her whisper on my wet ear sent chills down my whole body and raised goose bumps. She kept trying to get me to do something, but I wouldn’t until the guy was looking at the Christmas stuff and then I kissed her, just a little. Whoever heard of a Christmas movie being released in July?
I decided pretty quickly that I was going to have to see this movie again, just so I could watch it. Alone. I knew that Sugar was having a ball pushing my buttons. Anytime there was something exciting happening on the screen she’d get up really close to my ear and pant, “Now? Is this the climax?” It very nearly was for me when the one bad guy came back to life. Sugar moaned in my ear and her hand grazed my rigid cock. I’d been using the count of bad guys still alive to pace myself, but when the dude walked across the glass and taped his gun to his back, I knew we were into the endgame. I tweaked both of Sugar’s nipples and she sat almost bolt upright. I smashed my lips against her mouth and smothered her groan with a kiss. This was really hard, making out and keeping one eye on the screen, but Sugar gave me a challenge I couldn’t resist. I was going to make her come at the right moment or die hard trying. They were face-to-face and I dropped a hand to the hem of Sugar’s short skirt. She grabbed my head with both hands and held our mouths together with her tongue probing deeply. I started to rake my nails up the inside of her thigh. “Yippee ki-yay…” Two gunshots and the scream Sugar let go of in my mouth about broke my eardrums from the inside. I’d done it.
Shit! She’d gone off just before I reached her panties and clapped her legs together trapping my hand where it was. She held it there while she came down and the movie played out the reunion with the guy’s wife and punching out the reporter. Then she grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled my hand out from between her sweaty thighs. She brought it to her lips to kiss and then sniffed at my fingers.
“Aww,” she moaned. “I win. You lose!” I groaned. We made out through the credits and until the lights came up in the theater, but she kept my hands above her waist.
Doreen and Doug met us in the lobby when their film ended and we went out to the White Spot for a burger and fries. Each couple shared a shake. We laughed a lot and talked about the movies, but none of us talked about what we did during the movie. Doreen took us on a scenic route up and down the river road before we got Sugar back home at a quarter till twelve. I walked Sugar to her door and we kissed long and hard. She pulled my right hand around behind her and slid it up under her skirt to cup her bare ass.
Bare?
“Did you forget something tonight?” I asked, squeezing her butt in my hand. “That would have been dangerous if I’d moved a little faster.”
“No. It was covered then. But my panties were so wet they were uncomfortable, so when I went to the restroom, I took them off. Oh. Squeeze my ass some more. I kinda hoped you’d get all the way there, but I’m kinda glad we didn’t make it this time. It gives us something to look forward to, right?”
“Right,” I laughed. “God, I’m glad you’re my girlfriend, Sugar.”
“Maybe you’ll be even gladder when you hold these against your face and jack off tonight,” she whispered. She pulled my hand away from her butt and pressed a very wet pair of panties into it. She gave me a quick kiss and rushed into the house yelling, “Ready or not, here I come!”
Doreen and Doug dropped me off at home. I guess the rest of my night was pretty predictable.
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