Hi! This is my first teen fiction story, so I would appreciate it if you comment. Thank you!!
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My story with Hank started at my golf club, at one of the monthly junior tournaments. It was the first one I'd played when there was no other girl on the lists but me. So, I had no choice but to play with three boys. One of them was Hank. The other two were Aaron and Scott.
Hank and Aaron were both gorgeous. I'd been crushing on them for a long, long time. However, we were in different schools. At this point, I should mention that I was in an all-girls school back then. That meant that I was completely inexperienced in not only playing with, but also talking to boys. Anyway, Hank and Aaron were like my personal Edward and Jacob respectively in my fantasies. Hank was dark haired, pale and stunning, just like Edward. Aaron was more tanned, like me, and plain handsome. The third boy in my group was Scott, a typical geek, with braces, no fat or muscles, and a love for all things black.
All three of them were much, much better at golf than me. I wasn't exactly a beginner,but then again, I had never played with two fine examples of masculine physique watching me.
So, it goes without saying that I was only embarrassing myself in front of these gods. Even in their teens, they had been the best players I had ever seen. Now, after having embarrassed myself enough for a whole week, I was on the verge of giving up. I decided to play one more hole before I made my big announcement. Too bad I'd picked a really tough hole.
Scott and Aaron took their shots and went ahead. Hank chivalrously waited for me. I lined up my shot and moved back to check my alignment. It seemed okay to me. However, just before I went back to my ball, Hank stopped me and said," Cool down and take your time. There's no hurry." I'm sure he was only trying to help, but, being the crush of mine that he was, he only managed to spike my heart rate.
There was no way my shot was going to go right now. So I just went and hit the ball.
To my utter bewilderment, the ball flew straight and landed a few feet from the hole. I could hear the guys cheering from the other side of the lake we were supposed to cross.
As I stepped down from the tee box, Hank winked at me. I blushed furiously and muttered a thank you.
"Any time, babe." he said.
My jaw dropped and I mentally face-palmed myself for my subtlety. I mean, sure, I was a smartass at school, but when it came to boys I had no experienc whatsoever in not only playing with, but also talking to boys. I sighed. There was nothing that could be done about me.
What I didn't realize was how wrong I was in that moment.
So? How was it? Please comment. I'll update tomorrow.
