A pleasant morning

Iris steps up to the tee, holding the club as Arthur had shown her. Adjusting her feet to assume the stance, shifting her weight from side to side as she lines up to the tee. She could feel Arthur's eyes watching her, judging her movements. Iris seizes the moment, sticking her ass out just a little more than needed and giving it a wiggle as she adjusts.

Arthur's eyes watch as the short skirt of her uniform hangs from her round rear, dancing in the air, her smooth legs extending out. "Yeah... That looks good."

Iris twists her hips, drawing back the club. She looks over her shoulder at the boy watching her. "Like this?"

"Something like that. But keep your head down, eyes on the ball." He advises. "Now, follow through with the swing."

Iris give it her best, trying to swing as fluidly as Arthur had. Her weight shifting from one leg to the other causing her thighs and calves to tense and flex. At the end of her swing, Iris slightly stumbles but catches herself. "Oh!" She lets out a short gasp.

"Like this." Arthur steps up behind her, placing his arms around her own the grip the club over her hands. Iris feels warm inside and her stomach seems to jump up into her chest a little. He guides her in pulling back her swing holding the pose for just a second. She could feel his chest pressing against her back and she wonders if she is enjoying this a little too much. Arthur then leads her through the proper swing in a fluid motion. "Nice and easy. Don't throw off your own balance." His voice coming over her shoulder and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her ears. If she was to seduce and eventually marry him, there was no reason she couldn't enjoy it as well, she reasons: the bargain never excluded her own happiness.

"Like this?" She asks, this time being the one to guide their motion. Pulling back the club, she makes sure to press her ass against Arthur's hips. As the club arches over their shoulders, Iris glances over her shoulder, causing her hair to brush across his cheek.

Their eyes briefly meet. "Head down, eyes on the ball." Arthur whispers and she looks back to the empty tee. Following through with her swing slowly, feeling her hips twist against his as they moved together. "That's it." He says softly in her ear, the both of them looking downrange across the field. Pausing momentarily, they stand there. Arthur arms wrapped around Iris. "Ahem." He clears his throat, stepping back. "Ok... Let's uhh... Let's try it for real this time." He stammers as he inches over to the bag. Unzipping a pocket and producing a small white ball. "Here you go." He places it on the tee and takes a couple of steps back.

Iris feels a bit tense, not sure if its from the moment they just shared or being put on the spot for her first time ever playing a sport she had little interest in. Her stomach twisting in knots as she lines back up to the tee. Just like he showed her, she pulls back, nice and smooth, then swings forward; impressed with the grace of her own motion. The club collides with the ball, sending it flying. The ball sails through the air, making good distance, but hooking to the left. "Aww." Iris pouts.

"Not bad. Not bad." Arthur praises. "For a beginner, that was actually pretty good." He steps closer again, placing another ball on the tee. "This time, let's pick a spot downrange. There that short tree in the distance, the one directly in front of you." He points. "Try to line up with that."

Iris lines up on the ball again, this time aiming for the tree Arthur had indicated. Taking her swing, the ball flies downrange only slightly hooking to the left. "That was better!" She excitedly proclaimed.

"Yes, it was." Arthur admits. "Let's look at your grip again." He moves to stand in front of her. "Grip the club. Twist this hand here." Taking her hands in his to reposition her hold of the club.

The two spend the next hour working on Iris' swing, making minor adjustments here and there. As boring as all this sounded earlier in the day, she was actually having fun with Arthur. She almost forgets all about the arrangement between their fathers. Maybe this golf thing wouldn't be as horrible as she thought and getting close to Arthur wasn't something so simple as a job to be completed.