Who do they meet?

Golf was a sport Macca believed he excelled in. Mark knew this because he had just spent the last hour listening to Macca tell him that. From getting ready at the house to the car drive there to the golf cart ride, it was all about him.

They made their way to the first hole, Mark sitting shot gun in the cart, Macca behind the wheel.

He drove the cart exactly how Mark would have expected him to, reckless with no concerns for safety. Macca slammed on the breaks as they arrived at the first hole, almost crashing into the back of the empty cart in front of them.

It belonged to a couple, the male at the tee, ready to take his shot. He was accompanied by what looked to be his girlfriend in a very short white skirt and a tight white designer brand top meant for playing golf in.

As they waited behind the couple, both boys took looks at the girl from behind. Her blond-ish hair looked great, pulled back into a ponytail underneath a viser.

She was just standing there, holding a club while she waited for her boyfriend or male friend to hit the ball.

“Look at this wanker,” Macca said, nudging Mark, “If his pants were any higher, they’d be at his neck.”

“I heard that,” he said, turning around to face him.

Mark his his embarrassment by trying to cover his face, worried they would get into a fight before a single ball was struck. That was when the blonde girl behind the hitter turned around too, leaving Mark in open shock.

No way… it was Bec.

She instantly looked pleasantly surprised as she realised who was there but quickly hid that emotion in front of her boyfriend. Mark had the flashbacks of the shot gun car ride, handjob adventure.

“It’s true, you look ridiculous in those bloody things,” Macca continued as the blonde hair boy took a few steps closer to him.

He smirked, surprised by his boldness, “What sort of accent is that? New Zealand isn’t it?”

“Awh get fucked mate, not from that dump, I’m bloody Australian,” Macca replied.

“Australian? Well… how about I show you how we do it from the U.S.A,” he said again, turning back to the tee.

Just like that, he launched a beautiful shot down the fairway. Both of the boys had to admit that it was a more than decent shot. It had the length and the accuracy, he knew it was good too, smiling at his work.

Macca couldn’t deny that he knew his golf, he directed his attention the the girlfriend next to him, “Alright, alright, fair game, you going next sweetheart?”

The blonde brushed his nickname for her off, “It’s Bec to you, and no, I’m just carrying the bags.”

Mark quickly realised that the club she had in her hand was not one she was about to use, just holding them, getting them ready for her boyfriend. Seemed like a pretty unpleasant gig, standing out in the hot sun, watching her boyfriend hit golf balls all afternoon.

“You’re up,” the guy said, letting Macca go right ahead.

He took out a club after a quick inspection, walking up to the tee. Before he took his shot, he looked back at the boyfriend of Bec, “What’s your name champ?”

“Rory. Rory Hendricks.”

“Well Hendricks, get a load of this.”

Macca tried imitating Happy Gilmore as he sent one flying into the air. It didn’t have the accuracy or the grace of Rory’s shot but it sure did have some height and length on it. It wasn’t pretty but it impressed the other guy.

Rory just slowly nodded his head without saying anything.

Up next was Mark who didn’t waste any time, not really having any care in the world about impressing either of the other two boys. His shot wasn’t too bad but it sure didn’t get anywhere near Rory’s or Macca’s.

For the next couple of holes, it turned into a pissing contest between Rory and Macca, both trying to be the alpha dog.

As they argued on the third hole about an out of bounds rule, Mark caught Bec looking behind her at him, she smirked and then gestured a jerking motion with her hand.

He gulped, having a stirring feeling inside his shorts. She quickly looked away and pretended nothing had happened when Rory came over to Bec and asked for a new club.

“Mark, go take your shot,” Macca said, annoyed that he had lost the argument with Rory.

He made his way up to the tee, still thinking about Bec’s hand signal. There was no way he would rather be playing golf than getting another handy from the busty Westmere blonde.

Thinking about her, Mark’s shot was a disaster, the ball going sideways, bouncing into an out of bounds area.

“What on earth was that,” Rory muttered.

“Yeah come on Mark, that was shit,” Macca added.

He just shook his head, not enjoying the afternoon out on the course. He was too hungover to be doing this and with Bec in the background, it was hard to focus.

“I’ve had enough out here,” Bec then spoke up, complaining to her boyfriend, “It’s too hot!”

“Are you serious?” Rory complained, “What the fuck did I buy you those golf clothes for you then, fucking ungrateful little…”

He stopped himself from saying anything more, muttering those last few words.

“I’m going to get a nice popsicle or something else to suck on…” she was really dragging out the word ‘suck’, something that Mark picked up on while the other two boys didn’t.

“You know, I might come with you, I’m not really into this golf stuff,” Mark added straight away.

“That’s fine, just me and you Hendricks, I’m still gonna kick your ass,” Macca said, pointing at the blonde haired boy.

“Yeah right, take your shot punk.”

As the boys continued to trash talk one another, Mark jumped into the passenger seat of the golf cart as Bec took the wheel.