Turbulent Tee Off

The next day started off like any other, with morning routines and dull classes. All the while Michelle could hardly wait for her match with John. She could already feel the sweet rush of victory deep within her, making focus on her classes a bit difficult.

But finally the time came for the clubbing of balls, and Michelle confidently strode up to just outside the locker rooms, where John happened to just be exiting.

“Almost thought you wouldn’t show. Here, I got you something to help with the pain of loss you’re gonna be feeling next week.” John said, handing a small tub of lube to Michelle. She just rolled her eyes and pushed his hand away.

“Keep it. You’re gonna need it when I ream your asshole today.” Michelle said, sauntering into the changing room. John just kept his usual smirk on his face as she went inside.

Michelle began the process of changing out of her clothes, stripping down until all she wore was her sports bra and boy shorts. But before she started to put on her golfing attire, she felt the warmth in her loins once more. She looked into her locker, and then to an empty stall.

“Mmmmm… just a quick one.” She said to herself, making her way to the stall. She waisted no time getting a hand in her underwear and began rubbing one out.

That is until she heard someone else come in. She placed a hand over her mouth, listening in hopes the new arrival would leave soon. She heard the sound of footsteps and a locker being shut, before the footsteps faded away. She waited a few more seconds, then sighed in relief. Unfortunately this had the effect of taking her out of the mood.

“Whatever, tonight’s gonna feel even better anyway.” Michelle said, heading back to finish changing. As she arrived however, she made a shocking discovery. Her clothes were all gone!! Frantically she searched for her things, double and triple checking around the bench to assure herself she hadn't dropped them on the floor. But it was no use, not even a sock remained.

“John that bastard.” Michelle thought, assuming that John had snuck in and taken her things in an attempt to sabotage her.

Michelle took a look at herself, sports bra and boy shorts specifically. She looked… decent. Her breasts were still restrained, and all the important bits were covered. And it was only John who would be seeing her like this anyway. She blushed at the very idea of going out like this. But if she didn’t, it would be like forfeiting, and everyone would think she quit because she was scared of losing. Michelle gritted her teeth in frustration, before grabbing her clubs as quick as she could and marched to the door so she didn’t have time to change her mind.

She strode out of the locker room, head held high in false confidence that she already felt wavering. Almost immediately John turned to look at her, and a smug grin returned to his face.

“Looking good Michelle! I like your new gear.” John said smugly.

Michelle wanted to call him out for his obvious theft, but she felt something in her mind. Some part that knew that if she beat John like this it would be even more satisfying.

“J-just shut up and play, jackass.” Michelle said, beginning her walk to the course. She did her best to ignore all the stares she felt on the way there, especially the hole Johns gaze was burning in the back of her underwear.

—

Not long after, the two golfers arrived at the first teeing ground, and already Michelle was regretting her choice. It was a rather hot day, and the sweat was not doing her plain white sports bra any favors. She draped an arm across her breasts to shield the now very visible under boob she had. Of course, John was quick to give her a reason to uncover.

“Ladies first.” He said, taking an exaggerated bow in her direction.

Michelle grimaced. An hour and a half of this was going to be a nightmare.

Michelle grabbed her driver, and set her golf ball on the the tee, not giving John the satisfaction of seeing her embarrassed as she did her best to stay stone faced. She lined up her shot, before letting loose a mighty swing.

—

“Need a little help John? I’d be happy to give you some pointers.” Michelle said with confidence, jutting her chest out as she said “pointers.”

The game was going great for Michelle, and her confidence was back through the roof. Playing in her underwear was barely a factor in her mind, and had in fact slowly made her more and more sure of herself. Just knowing that this was the most of her John would ever see made the idea of victory all the more exciting.

John just grumbled back at her as he took his next shot, landing his next ball right in the sand trap.

“Oooh, tough luck John. If you wanna quit now and save some face I’ll understand.” Michelle said, fanning herself from the golf cart.

Again John offered no response, slowly trudging his way over to his ball.

—

There were only three holes left now, and Michelle was dominating, beating John by 10 whole points. Better still it seemed that John was getting more and more frustrated with each stroke, making it all the easier for Michelle to widen the gap.

“I warned you that you had no chance John.” Michelle said, lining up her next shot. But just as she swung down, John loudly and obnoxiously cleared his throat. Michelle watched as her ball went off in the direction of a water hazard.

“Wow, reeeaaaallly mature John.” She said. She waited for her ball to land, seeing it land just outside of the hazard. “And yet still I show I’m better.”

Michelle sauntered over towards her ball, basking in the early glow of inevitable victory. She could feel the warmth of her triumph radiating through her, almost as intense as the beating rays of the sun. She wasn’t sure she would even make it home before having to take care of herself, planning to take some extra time in the locker room shower after the match. Just thinking about it made he-

SHRRIIIIPP!!

SHPLOOOSH!!

Michelle flailed around for a second before getting enough of a grasp on her surroundings to pick herself up. She pushed herself over and onto her back, gasping for air. Looking around, she found herself in the water hazard, John standing just outside of it, whistling to himself.

“You FUCKING asshole! Would you just…” Michelle yelled, but trailed off a moment later. She followed the path of John’s gaze, looking down at her chest, and quickly covered herself. Her bra was soaking wet and now completely translucent, showing off her heaving boobs and her pierced nipple.

She looked back to John, about to begin shouting at him again. But, what was that he was twirling around on his finger?

“Damn, I guess I owe Hampton $10. Really thought the carpet would match the drapes.” John said, snapping a photo on his phone. Michelle didn’t bother looking down and just threw a hand between her legs, knowing that when he had pushed her, John had somehow ripped her boy shorts clean off. She slowly did her best to stand up without showing anything else off. “Welp, not a big deal. Now hurry up Michelle, we’ve got a game to finish.”

“What?! Hell no!” Michelle shouted, carefully walking out of the water. “You’re driving me back to the lockers and giving me back my fucking clothes! AND you’re gonna delete those pictures!”

“Hmmmmm, nope. Actually I think I better keep these. How else am I gonna settle things with Hampton?” John said. He held his phone up to show he was getting ready to text the photo to the group chat for the golf team.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Michelle said. She made a swipe at his phone with her hand, briefly showing off her tits once again, but John stayed just out of her reach.

“Tell you what. If you win, we can just have my forfeit be deleting these photos instead of streaking. Sound fair?” John said, and Michelle realized this had been Johns plan from the beginning. He knew he could never win, he just wanted a chance to ogle her. Knowing this only pissed Michelle off even more, but what choice did she have? Besides, she was still way in the lead, and John was still a shit golfer.

“… Just shut up and hand me my 9 iron.”

—

In just two holes, Michelle went from being full of confidence to full of dread. A feeling that only worsened as she took her next shot, watching the ball fly far too short and at the wrong angle. And who could blame her? Keeping her bits covered while trying to keep her form was basically impossible. And each time she slipped up, she saw the flash of Johns phone camera. All this in addition to the usual stimulation she got from her piercing was too much, her game thrown completely off. And now, to her chagrin, John was actually leading by a single point. He even seemed to be playing a little better now.

“Tough luck, buttercup.” John said, setting his golf ball down on the tee. “I wonder, should I send these pics out right after our match, or wait till people have had a chance to see the real thing next week?”

Michelle needed to do something, anything to guarantee a win here. She pictured herself running down the course, covered by nothing but her own hands, hundreds of eyes staring at every inch of her body. The water from the lake earlier had dried, and yet her lips still felt moist as she thought of her impending defeat. She didn’t want this… did she?

“No!” Michelle thought to herself. She wasn’t gonna just let John cheat his way to a victory. If he could play dirty, so could she.

“Ohh Jooohhhhnnnn…”

Johns ears perked up, and he halted the stoke he was about to take. He made a move to turn around, but before he could, felt something press into his back.

“Come on now John, you’re not really gonna make me streak for all those people are you?” Michelle said in the most sultry voice she could manage. Her face burned with humiliation, but as long as John couldn’t see that she could just bear it. She hugged him tightly from behind, pushing her breasts into his back. “Not when you can have me all to yourself right here. Right now.”

SPLAT

John turned to look just to his side, and saw Michelle’s sports bra lying on the ground.

“Not like it was doing anything for me anyway.” Michelle said. She reached around his body, slowly moving her hand to his lower half. She hesitated, not wanting to lower herself to actually give John any pleasure, but knew she needed to pull out all the stops. “Mmmmm, glad you agree.”

John still had his club raised up, frozen in shock from Michelle’s sudden heel turn.

“I’ll make you a deal John.” Michelle said, her voice barely a whisper in his ear. “Just throw the game for me, and we can drive the cart into the shade over there where we can have some real fun.”

Both hearts were beating a thousand miles an hour. John from excitement and Michelle from embarrassment. But still John kept his club raised high. Michelle grit her teeth, having one last idea that she had hoped she wouldn’t need to use.

“Come here already John.” She said, grasping his head and pulling him into a kiss. The effect was instant, Johns arms coming down, throwing the club away and moving his hands immediately to her tits. Michelle’s body burned red with humiliation as she felt her breasts so roughly fondled by John’s inexperienced hands, but she just decided to bear it for a moment longer to Mack sure there was nothing left that could rob her of a win. She put her hands on either side of his head and struggled a moment before finally getting his tongue out of her throat. Opening her mouth to speak, the words caught in her chest as she saw the white glint of John’s ball far off in the air, somehow hit when he tossed his club, and watched as it landed.

Hole-in-one.