A word once given

“Oh please, you wouldn’t stand a chance.” Michelle Harris said. She’d just finished her last golf game of the day, having won quite handedly. She could already feel a warmth radiating from within her, and she knew when she got home she was in for an intense session of self pleasure.

“Oh really? What makes you say that?” Replied John Marlow, another member of the golf team. A bit of an ass as far as Michelle was concerned, but cute in a smug kinda way.

“John you haven’t played a single game under par all month. You’re ranked 9th among the boys on the team and 16th over all.” Michelle said, crossing her arms.

“Fine, fine. If you’re scared a duffer like me’s gonna beat you, no problem.” John said. He did his best to hide the smirk on his face, knowing that Michelle couldn’t turn down a challenge after being insulted like that.

“Hmph, alright fine, if you’re so **** for me to wipe the floor with you, you’re on.” Michelle shot back. “But don’t complain when I embarrass you in front of the team.”

“Well if you’re so confident, care to make things interesting?” John said. Michelle smirked. Taking John’s money on top of destroying him almost felt cruel. Almost.

“Might as well just pay me now, save you the trouble.” Michelle said.

“Oh no, I don’t mean money. I’m talking something more… risky.” John responded.

“What did you have in mind?” Michelle asked, the warmth from her earlier win intensified by where the conversation was going.

“Simple. Loser’s gotta streak the course at next weeks tournament.” John answered. Michelle scoffed.

“Pfft, if you somehow beat me, I’ll streak the course with a putter up my ass.” Michelle said with full confidence that no such outcome would come to pass. John just held out his hand to shake on it, which Michelle eagerly accepted.

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“Oooh, fuck…” Michelle moaned, now back in her own bedroom. She’d already been plenty fired up after her win today, but just the prospect of humiliating John was really getting her going. As she continued playing with her clit with one hand and her nipple with the other, an image briefly popped into her head.

An image of herself, streaking across the golf course as all her teammates and competitors watched, the handle of her putter shoved right up her bodacious booty. As this image passed through her mind, Michelle felt her climax hit her, and hit her hard. It took her a minute to recuperate herself, but when she finally did her face glowed bright red in embarrassment from her brief fantasy.

She quickly shook the thoughts back out of her mind and instead stood up to prepare for a shower before an early bedtime. She wanted to be on her A-game so she could properly crush John tomorrow.