All Fore Revenge

by Piper Denna

  His excitement was evident by how much he was lubricating, and I wanted it all. He pumped in my mouth, holding my head as I knelt on the steps below him. When he nudged my head back, trying to push me off, I clamped on tighter. He thrust a few more times, then stopped himself again.

  “Nuh-uh. No Ali.”

  “Please let me finish you. I promise you’ll like it.”

  He started to pry my arm from around his butt. “I’m sure I would, but no.”

  I squirmed down harder, took him as far as I could in my throat, then backed off and tickled the hole with my tongue. My right hand massaged his balls and I was aware his head dropped back in surrender. Anticipating victory, I imagined how much pleasure I’d be giving him. More salty goodness arrived and I pulled back enough to look at it.

  Cam seized the opportunity and pushed me away again.

  “Well, fuck! What is the problem?” I demanded. “I’m not gonna spit it back on you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  He turned his head in embarrassment.

  “Cam, what is it?”

  He pulled me onto his lap, where I straddled and faced him, hugging against his warm shoulders and chest.

  I kissed his neck, licked a stray drop of water from his ear lobe, whispered in his ear, “Please tell me.”

  He cleared his throat. “I’m not sure if it’s a Scottish myth, or what, but my dad told me, and I believe it.”

  Sensing that looking at him would make him more uncomfortable, I kept kissing his neck.

  “It’s, um, like, you know how certain tribes believed that if they let someone take their picture, then part of their spirit was stolen?”

  “Yes,” I murmured at the base of his throat.

  “It’s like that. The myth is that if a woman swallows your… essence, then she’s captured your heart.”

  I smiled at such a silly notion. “It just means guys really like women to swallow. Like that saying about how the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

  He shook off my comparison. “I don’t know, but it makes sense, somehow.”

  “Dad did a number on you. I guess you weren’t one of the guys getting a blowjob from the whole cheerleading squad back in high school.”

  “No!” His brows pulled low.

  “So, you’re worried I’ll break your heart if you let me swallow for you. What if it’s the other way around, and it makes the woman love the man?”

  “If I believed that,” he said, tickling my naked ribs, “I’d have my cock so far down your throat, you’d need a trache-tube to breathe.”

  “The most romantic words anyone’s ever said to me,” I taunted.

  He tossed me in the water and I came up sputtering, ready to wrestle which, with our size difference, was futile but fun.

  He captured me standing against him, both of my hands pinned behind me by one of his. My breasts were smashed between our chests and his eyes sparkled down into mine. “Ali,” he murmured.

  “What?”

  He closed his eyes, then slowly shook his head. When he reopened them, he kissed me, and it made me tremble from head to toe. I was lightheaded and thankful he was holding me up. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his butt while he entered me, kissing me all the while.

  I felt like I wasn’t breathing, but it didn’t matter. The meaning of the words he hadn’t spoken came through in his kiss, and I knew what he felt for me. Because I couldn’t stop his feelings, I reveled in them. We were connected at the mouth, the hip and, for that moment, at the heart, and it was all that mattered.

  It could have been seconds or minutes we were locked that way, until he started moving in me and I remembered how crazy horny I was. Each slow thrust made me gasp or moan, ‘til I felt like a vixen in a porn flick. Knowing his arms would easily hold me, I slid one hand down between us and rubbed myself, my knuckles dragging against him each time he move in and out. Whether it was from the contact with my hand, or the idea of me touching myself, Cam growled with pleasure.

  In spite of the cool water, I could feel the heat intensifying in me. It wouldn’t be long. His right hand slid down my butt, flossing up and down my crack. Each time was slower, with a longer pause against my hole. Fire raced inside me and I nodded against his chest, unable to put sounds into words. It was so smooth and easy in the water when his finger entered, like I’d been expecting it from the beginning.

  “Yeah,” I managed. The finger went in further, slipping to a destination every bit as good as my g-spot.

  I was at his mercy, being supported entirely by him, and it felt amazing. Every part of me was hot and slick with my own lubrication, denser and slicker than the water around us. My heart raced more with each and every thrust of his cock or twist of his finger. With so much going on in different places, I don’t know if I even kissed him back when his mouth covered mine again. I know when we came, there were tears again, and I heard “I love you” from inside. The words could have been mine or his or both, or possibly just what I was thinking.

  *

  As he used my towel to dry, he told me, “I’m taking tomorrow off. Can you spend the day with me?”

  “Um… sure.” A whole day with Cam? How could I resist? “I get back from driving the boys to school at about eight-thirty. Maybe I should meet you somewhere, so my car isn’t here when I’m not.”

  He told me how to get to his house, and I thought about it while he put on his shorts and then shoes.

  “You sure about this, Cam? It might make it worse.”

  “It won’t make it worse,” he answered grimly. “See you tomorrow.” He kissed me deep in my mouth, deep in my soul, and then he was gone, leaving me to swim, naked, back to the float for my suit.

  All Fore Revenge

  Chapter 4

  For the first time in weeks, perhaps because the boys and I were leaving soon, Bill was home for dinner. He was beginning to loosen up around me again, but still acted like I was fragile and might shatter if mishandled.

  I was cooking dinner when the phone rang. It was Cam, so I answered cautiously, “Hello?”

  “Hello, this is CJ with the cable company. We’re conducting a survey and we just need a few minutes of your time.”

  Bill was standing right next to me, sipping wine.

  “I, um, I’m making dinner for my husband and kids.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry. Perhaps you’d like to call the office at your convenience and participate?”

  “Sure, I’ll do that.” Oh, we were smooth. Sooo smooth. ‘Til Bill grabbed the phone from me.

  “I’ll do it, hon,” he told me. “Hey,” he said, speaking into the phone, “how long ‘til the Golf Channel goes high-def?” Cam answered something about the main office and a schedule. “Oh. Okay. So what are the questions on the survey?”

  Christ. How long would Cam keep playing? Cam kept firing questions at Bill, and Bill kept replying with “Good,” and “Very crisp,” until Cam ran out of questions. “Oh. Okay. You’re welcome.” He handed me the phone and said, “He says he needs to confirm with you because the work order was in your name.”

  I took a deep breath and smirked. “Hi. This is Mrs. Smyth. You guys are so organized! And, you know, my technician was the most friendly service person I’ve ever had in my home. He definitely went above and below—I mean, beyond. Very impressive.”

  Cam choked for a few seconds, then sputtered, “Je-sus! Your address?”

  “Oh. Fifteen-oh-three Larkspur.”

  In a voice barely more than a whisper, “Wear something you can ride a bike in.”

  “Okay. Very good.”

  “Thanks for your time. Have a good night, Mrs. Smyth.”

  “You too. Thanks.”

  *

  I hummed “Sugar, Sugar” to myself as I maneuvered my orange Mustang to park parallel behind Cam’s work van. The space was tight, but driving that car was like second nature to me. It had been as much my idea as Bill’s to buy it, when Ford came out with the new models remini
scent of the early seventies. Bill had insisted on the hottest motor, coolest paint job, the works. “Only the best” was his credo, and once I had the wheel in my hands, I was more than happy with the model we’d purchased.

  Will and Andy had been thrilled when I drove them to school in the Mustang that morning, instead of the usual minivan. Old Mom was full of all sorts of surprises today. Rather than slipping on my yoga pants and sweatshirt with flip-flops, I was decked out in nylon shorts and layered tanks, with a light jacket tied around my waist, and sneakers. My hair was in the usual morning pony tail, but I’d put on makeup, probably more than I needed for where I was going.

  Cam was in his driveway tightening bungees around a tandem bike in the back of his white Tundra. His eyes cruised up and down me as I approached him.

  “So. This is what we’re doing, huh?” I asked. I’d never ridden tandem, and it looked a bit scary. “How come there aren’t brakes on the back handlebars?”

  Cam laughed like I was silly and kissed me quick. “Ready? Oh, good, you brought a helmet.” He tossed it in the back seat and held open the driver’s door for me, so I got in and scooted to the middle.

  “Nice lawn,” I told him. Nice house, actually. I’d expected a regular tract home, more on the small side, but Cam’s house was pretty big, with lots of custom features.

  “Can’t take credit for the grass. I’ve got a really good landscaper.” His elbow nudged my ribs, breaking my stare at his house. “You thought I’d live in house with a dirt floor?”

  “No,” I answered sheepishly. I guess I hadn’t expected him to be quite so well off.

  He headed north on the 17 while I sat next to him, curious to see where we’d end up. “So. Where does Emily go after school?”

  “Erin’s sister picks her up and takes her home with her kids until I get off.”

  “Erin is your ex?”

  He nodded as he changed lanes.

  “What’s she like?”

  “Tall as hell. Long, slippery blonde hair. Smart. Funny.”

  “You still love her.” Why’d it feel like I had heartburn?

  “Not like you’re thinking, but yeah.”

  “You must’ve let her swallow all the time, to be still hung up on her,” I teased.

  “It only takes one time,” he said soberly, “and I’m not hung up.”

  “What happened? How’d it end?”

  “Pretty much the same as your marriage will. With divorce.”

  “You know what I meant. Why?”

  He drew a deep breath before he answered. “She slept with a partner at the law firm where we worked.”

  “Sex in the workplace at a law firm. Either ballsy or stupid. Wait. Where you worked? You were a…”

  “Yep.”

  “You’re a lawyer, but you install cable now? Why?”

  “Initially because the hours were too crazy for both of us to keep and raise a baby. Erin’s pretty serious about her career. I was too, until Emily was born. I couldn’t stand for her to be with somebody else in daycare twelve hours a day, even if it was in the same building we were. I tried to cut back my hours, but there are no forty-hour weeks at that firm. Thought about going to a civil job, but that wouldn’t be much better. Then I started noticing how I was surrounded by underhanded, devious people. I felt like every lawyer joke I’d ever heard was true. So I went to work with a buddy doing construction for a year, and then stumbled on the cable job.”

  Cam exited to Highway 69.

  “Prescott!” I cried. “I love Prescott. I tried to get Bill to buy a house there when we moved to Arizona, but it would have been a long drive for him. Do we have a room at a B&B?” I slid his hand from my knee up my leg.

  “No, we don’t have a room anywhere. Today’s not about sex.”

  “No sex,” I repeated. “Well.”

  His hand reached for mine and held it.

  “So it’s like a date then?” What was the point in having a date? “Tomorrow’s a short day at the boys’ school, so that’s it. No more sex. Probably ever. One date.” I was breathing fast, and I felt like pouting.

  “Ali. We barely know each other. That’s what dates are for, to get acquainted.”

  “What good will it do, Cam? It’ll just make it worse, later.” One day later.

  “Another place, another time. Just put yourself there, for today. Please?” he soothed.

  I pressed my fingers into my eyes, trying to calm down and be reasonable.

  “I thought the poem was really good. Tell me what else you write.”

  “Butthead. You think changing the subject will work?”

  “Worth a shot. Most of the time you get a woman talking, you’re home free.”

  “Alright. I’ve written articles here and there but I mostly stick with fiction. A couple of stories in magazines and some novels. One mystery, not my best. Romance, a little suspense. No best sellers yet, but they’re doing better.”

  “Sounds like you’re fiercely proud,” he teased.

  “Modesty is an attribute or some such thing. Whatever the opposite of the deadly sins is. Anyway, why do you go through women faster than phone bills?”

  “Nice way to put it. I’m picky about which ones even get to meet Emily, so she doesn’t get attached unnecessarily. If I decide they won’t be good for my daughter, what’s the point of dating them anymore? And a lot of them think they’re above a cable guy.”

  But he was willing to keep being a cable guy so he had time for his daughter. Admirable. “Do you tell them why you’re a cable guy?”

  “Shallow bitches can go to hell.”

  “Oh,” I giggled. “You ever think about starting your own practice, so you can choose your clients, what kind of people to work with, and set your hours?”

  “Maybe. My folks would like that. Dad almost keeled over when I changed careers, after he’d put me through law school,” he snickered. “What about you? Did you go to college to write?”

  “Didn’t go at all. I was on my way, waiting tables for the summer after graduation. Had a full scholarship and everything.” I watched clusters of ponderosas out the window, thinking how stupid I felt every time I had to repeat the tale. “And along came this suave, older guy…”

  “A suave, rich guy,” Cam prompted.

  “I didn’t know. I mean, I knew he wasn’t the kind of poor like I’d grown up. But he didn’t tell me what he did. He was working at the golf course in town for the summer, ‘til his course in Phoenix was ready. I thought he was… I don’t know. I was eighteen, for Christ’s sake. I thought he was, like, a manager. I’d never been to the golf course until he took me there for our first date and started teaching me to play. There were these shiny new golf clubs in a pink bag. I thought he’d borrowed them, and when he told me they were a gift, I actually believed they must be cheap imports, because they said Ping. I laughed ruefully at my naiveté.

  “Christ. He bought you Pings when he didn’t even know if you’d like golf?”

  “Only the best, for Bill. He kept taking me on golf dates, and I figured since he worked there, he got our rounds at reduced price, so he must be on a budget.”

  Cam was laughing at me, not with me.

  “I know, and I’m not even blonde.” I smirked, shaking my head. “I was ready to pack up for college when he asked me to go to Florida with him for a weekend. He played a tournament and won. A lot of money. And he asked me to marry him at the press conference.”

  “Lotta show. Would’ve been hard to say no.”

  “Impossible, since I was crazy in love with him.”

  Next to me, Cam tensed.

  “It was just dawning on me how talented he was, and how much money he could earn winning only two tournaments a year. I guess up ‘til then I always thought pro golfers were all old men. It wasn’t hard for him to convince an eighteen-year-old that going to college to get a degree in God-Knows-What wouldn’t make a huge difference in our family income. I moved to Phoenix with him. We went back to Colorado for a C
hristmas wedding, and lived happily for fourteen plus years.”

  I self-consciously twiddled my wedding rings, then went on. “It was only a year ‘til Will was born. He kept me company while Bill was working long days. The baby and I tagged along for a few tournaments, looking hip with our matching stroller and diaper bag, provided by Bill’s sponsors. It was so hard, dragging all the baby paraphernalia across the fairways! Just when Bill would get up to the hole we were waiting at, Will would need to nurse and I’d have to disappear. Then I got pregnant again when fall hit and Bill was home more. The next summer I did not have it in me to drag around a toddler and haul my swollen butt around the country, too. I was homesick and lonely all the time. But I stuck it out.” Without intending to, I let out an uneven sigh that sounded pretty pained. “I thought the tough part of my life was behind me by now.”

  “It gets better, trust me.”

  God, he must have had many of the same feelings when Erin cheated. No wonder he’d felt it was so important for me to not blame myself.

  *

  Cam adjusted the back seat of the tandem to my height while I struggled with the notion of climbing on and entrusting my hide to another person. This wasn’t riding in the passenger seat of a half-ton vehicle with seat belts. This was hanging on to thin metal tubes, while perched on a seat roughly half the size of my ass, with no means of stopping or steering, while racing only inches above asphalt. My handle bars were just that—handles. I swallowed hard and swung my leg over. If Cam let his little girl ride with him, it must be safe. And no matter what my other faults may be, I wasn’t a coward. No chicken blood in me.

  Cam smiled at me, chucked my chin, and gave me a quick kiss before he mounted. “Now, don’t worry about leaning with the curves, I’ve got that. But if we start downhill, tuck so we can get some serious speed!”

  Serious speed . Not two words I wanted to hear together.

  We took off slowly. I found I really could contribute leg power while pedaling; I just couldn’t take it back if I wanted to. Cam took us down a short hill into town, where we cruised the downtown district, riding bike lanes and exchanging friendly waves with other bikers and pedestrians. It wasn’t so bad, after all. Looking at his backside was an added benefit, and probably one good reason for me to not be responsible for steering.