Silver Buttons

Golf, LaRusso, and Kisses

Monday came quickly, Terry and Jessi were both eager to see one another. Jessi dressed in a cute black mid-thigh pleated skirt that was appropriate for golf, and a sleeveless deep red polo shirt. Twirling her hair in a high ponytail and slipping on a pair of Nike Presto sneakers, she was ready to go.

Terry called Jessi promptly at 12:35, he was eager too it seemed. It wasn't often that Terry was curious and attracted to such a quiet woman, yet, here he was, speeding down the road in his shiny red Corvette to pick up Jessi Gray for another date.

Once arriving at the Country Club Terry checked in and grabbed a golf cart, what a better way to get close to someone than to teach them to play golf.

Terry stood behind, or rather, towered, over Jessi, she held a golf club, with Terry all around her, bringing his arms around her to show her the proper way of swinging, he inhaled the fruity scent that emanated from her skin. She felt so small, so tiny under his arms, he dreamed of picking her up, having her legs wrap around his waist as he slammed her into a wall, sinking his cock deep in her.

Alas, he had to put those thoughts away for another time, he watched Jessi enjoy herself, she was a decent golfer, learning to play for the first time. It was as if everything she touched she picked up with ease, never doing anything halfway.

Jessi laughed and smiled the whole afternoon as they played, she didn't care that Terry was so much better than her, she just enjoyed being with him.

"How about a bite to eat a drink, my dear?" Terry asked, placing his arm around the small figure next to him, driving the cart back toward the bar and restaurant area. Jessi nodded and agreed.

They wandered in to the nice cool, inviting room, Terry had a hand gently on Jessi's back, he noticed a look that he never thought he would see on Jessi's face, one of, disgust? His eyes followed the daggers, Daniel LaRusso. Terry couldn't hide the devilish grin, she was showing such disgust towards one of the people he himself disliked the most.

"Why don't you find us a table, sweetheart? I'll go order for us," the sound of his voice snapped her out of her thoughts, instantly softening her face, she grinned up at him, squeaking out, "Ok."

He watched her sway over to a small table, once she got seated, he approached ol Danny Boy.

"How'd you hit em?" He asked, prompting Daniel to turn around, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

"They let anyone in these days, or did you slither in through the garbage chute?" LaRusso spat, "By the way, how's your sensei search going? Did I hear you hit a little bit of a snag?"

Terry smirked, "Sabotaging my dojo wasn't a smart move, Danny Boy. Some might see it as casus belli."

"Miyagi-Do will never back down. You should know that by now," Danny seethed, a man approached, "I believe you two have met."

"Sensei Toguchi," Terry greeted the man, "You might have some old friends to call upon, but not as many as me. I'm giving you the opportunity, right now, to stand down. No retaliation. No repercussions. All you have to do is stay out of my way," Terry warned.

Daniel shook his head, "This is my backyard. I'm not the one who needs to go."

"I actually like this attitude on you," Terry chuckled, "It's a shame I won't get to see it again, because if you continue down this path, nothing in your life will ever be the same again. You're playing with fire, Danny Boy."

Chozen Toguchi stepped between Daniel and Terry, "And I am gasoline. Boom."

Terry couldn't help but laugh at them, he told the barkeeper a round of drinks for the men were on him. Terry spoke to a waiter, placing an order for him and his woman.