"SIGURADONG WALA KANG AASIKASUHIN NGAYON, STACE?" lingon kay Stacey ni Renante habang minamaneho nito ang golf cart.

Makinis ang golf cart. Kumikinang sa bawat tama ng araw ang puting bubong nito. Gayundin ang puting finish sa katawan ng sasakyan. Itim ang mga gulong na (kung pakiramdam ng nakasakay ang pagbabasehan) kung umusad ay parang dumudulas imbes na umiikot.

Stacey turned her eyes on Renante. Nasa harap lang ang tingin ng lalaki na isang kamay lang ang nakahawak sa itim na manibela.

"I'm already here, Renante, bakit parang gusto mo akong umalis?"

"Hindi sa gan'on," defensive na ang tono nito. Tinapunan pa siya ng matalim na irap bago binalik sa dinadaanan ang tingin. "I just want to make sure dahil baka nakakaabala ako sa mga passion project mo. Are you not planning to brainstorm today? To sketch some new woven bag designs?"

Her heart grew a division for two parts. The first one enflamed and melted. Renante just took note of everything about her. Nakakatunaw ng puso isiping 'yung taong mahal niya ay isinasaisip ang mga maliliit na bagay tungkol sa kanya. At the same time, there's the other half of her heart-- cautious and guilty. Pinapaniwala pa rin kasi niya si Renante na may negosyo pa rin siyang pinamumunuan.

Nag-iwas siya ng tingin. Thank God, she was wearing a pair of dark-tinted Owndays sunglasses, a black thick framed Niche model. With that, it was easier for her to feel at ease from worries that her eyes might betray her.

"I haven't been in a golf course in my life," she relayed honestly.

Nasa kabila ang kanyang tingin, pinagmamasdan ang nadadaanan nilang mga malalayong puno at latag ng turf grass na matingkad ang pagkakaberde. Buhay na buhay tingnan lalo na't tirik na tirik ang araw. Tirik man ang araw, presko pa rin ang hangin sa ekta-ektaryang laki ng golf course dahil sa dami ng nakapaligid na mga puno. It also helped that the gold club they visited was located in an elevated landscape.

"That's why, I'll grab any chance just to here," lapad ng kanyang ngiti bago nagnakaw ng tingin dito.

Pagnamakaw na nangingiting nahuli ni Renante.

"That's all?"

"What?" pigil niya ang matawa. Nakangiti ang boyfriend niya pero bakit parang may paawa sa mga mata nito? "Get real!" alaska niya rito. "Hindi bagay sa'yo ang pagpapa-cute! So out of character!"

"Hindi rin bagay sa'yo ang nasa ganyang mood at palangiti. Nakakamiss ang pang-aaway mo sa akin."

His eyes returned on their way through the gold course.

"Ah, gan'on? Gusto mong lagi akong nagagalit? Is that why you keep breaking my heart in the past?" paniningkit ng mga mata niya rito.

Renante lifted a corner of his lips. "No. I just somehow liked it when you're mad. Because then, I'll have a reason to be sweet to you."

"You can be sweet to me without making me highblood, Renante," taas niya ng kilay rito.

"You're right. I can be now that you're allowing me too," ngiti nito sa kanya bago tinigil bigla ang cart. "This one's a good spot."

"Are we not going to start mula sa pinakaumpisa? Talagang sa gitna na tayo agad ng course magsisimula?" Pinanood ni Stacey ang pagpapatahimik ni Renante sa maliit na makina ng cart.

"Yes. Leisure lang naman itong gagawin natin. We're not doing some practice, competition or something. We'll just try out this thing."

"Well, it's surprising this golf club doesn't mind leaving us out here nang walang kasamang assistance or caddy."

Iniwan ni Renante ang susi sa susihan, bumaba ito at sinukbit ang mahabang golf bag. Kulay brown iyon na gawa sa synthetic leather.

"Yes. Because I requested it."

Naglakad na ito. Hindi na talaga nawala sa ugali ng lalaki na ayaw nito nang laging natatanong, na ayaw nito sa matanong.

"Let's go, Stace!" he looked at her over his shoulder before resuming his lively strut.

Pababa na si Stacey nang mapatingin kay Renante. She watched him find a good spot under the clear blue sky-- the clearest she saw in its bright endless depth of shade-- and in the middle of the wide uneven green turf grass blanket of the golf course. But the main attraction of this all is not the trees that surrounded nor the simple flags that marked every scattered holes of this golf course.

It's Renante in his dark green shorts cropped to kiss his knees.

It's Renante in his fitting white polo shirt with even black and blue stripes on the tips of its sleeves. Add to that a white cap that also shielded his face from the glare of the sun.

It's Renante and his sturdy lean built, tight, shiny and embossed biceps and backleg muscles.

It's Renante and his straight, jet black hair and dark piercing squinted eyes. That defined jaw and high nose with a little bump on the bridge.

It's all she eyed for. He's all her eyes would always view for endless hours.

"Stace!" tawag ulit ni Renante, nakatanaw sa kanya. Naibaba na nito ang golf bag na may bigat na nagpatigas sa biceps nito nung bitbit iyon kanina.

She hurried out of the golf cart and stood beside him while adjusting her white cap that matched Renante's. At tulad din nung sa binata, may naka-embroider sa cap na logo at pangalan ng golf club. Stacey looked forward. Sa sobrang layo ng susunod na butas tiyak niyang matagal-tagal na laro ito.

Sinet-up na ni Renante ang tee. Habang pinapanood ito ni Stacey, nag-iisip siya kung paano masisingit sa usapan ang pagtatanong tungkol sa paglipat nito sa kanyang bahay. She deserved a better reason compared to Renante's spur of the moment. Dapat may panghawakan siyang dahilan kung bakit gusto nito makipag-live in na sa kanya.

Tumuwid ng tayo si Renante, tapos na sa pagpwesto ng golf tee. He gave her a look.

"We only use the golf tee at the first shot of the game. Pagkatapos ng unang tira, we just go on with our future shots from wherever the golf ball landed."

Then he turned back to the golf bag. He pulled out a long golf club, silvery and had a sparkle of sunlight that moved along from its metal clubhead to the stem, then the black rubbery grip.

"Here's your golf club," abot nito sa kanya niyon sa tamang posisyon. Kinuha iyon ni Stacey, hawak sa itim niyong grip nang itukod niya sa madamong lupa ang club head.

Kumuha na rin ng sarili nitong golf club si Renante bago yumuko para ilabas mula sa isa sa mga bulsa ng bag ang puting golf ball.

Bumalik ang binata sa kanyang tabi. He relaxedly tossed the white golf ball up then back to his palm.

"This is the golf ball," taob ng kamay nito para ibigay ang bola sa kanya.

Stacey lightly gasped at the unexpected weight. Parang may bakal sa loob ng golf ball kaya wala sa maliit nitong hitsura ang klase ng bigat na nararamdaman niya kapag ganitong nasa kanyang palad.

"I think you already noticed now that it's heavier compared to how it looks," Renante beamed, enjoying the interest in her eyes. "That's why you really got to hit it hard with the golf club, Stace."

Umiral na naman ang kapilyahan niya.

"What about situations where its the balls that hits harder," ngisi niya rito habang dinadama ng mga daliri ang bolang nasa kanyang palad. Her fingers smoothed over the top portion of the golf ball. The other one maintained hold around the grip of the gold club.

His eyes narrowed at her. "What do you mean?"

She stifled a laugh at Renante's cluelessness. Hindi nakakapagtakang napakatagal bago sila nagkatuluyan. Sa tindi ba naman ng pagiging unimpressionable, unassuming at manhid ni Renante...

Pero kahit ganoon, minahal niya pa rin ang mga bagay na iyon sa kanya. She loved those because those made up who the man she loves. Those things made Renante... simply Renante.

"I mean, wala bang natatamaan ng golf ball sa... mukha?" she subtly hinted with a playful smirk.

Renante's eyes shone when he began remembering. "You really can't get over it, can you?" sabay kuha nito ng golf ball mula sa kanya.

Stacey threw her head back. It was the memory of one of their intercourses before that made her laugh. "Best deep throat ever."

Pinanlakihan siya nito ng mga mata.

"We don't talk about that here! What happened in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom!" Nananaway ang boses pero nagpipigil ng ngisi.

Nilagay na nito sa tee ang golf ball. Sa pagkakatuwad ng lalaki, natukso siyang hagurin ng kaunti ang kaliwang umbok ng puwitan nito bago niya paluin.

"You," he gritted at her, his eyes sparked with warning.

"What? Scared if someone sees that?"

Tumuwid ito ng tayo. "Not scared for me. But for you. Ayoko nung kung anu-ano ang iniisip ng mga tao sa'yo."

"Oh, why care about what they think?"

"Because it's about who I care for. It's about you," posisyon na ni Renante.

Damn it. He always capture her heart and with minimal effort! This is so unfair...

Renante continued, unaware of her adoring him in her thoughts. "Watch me do this shot."

"No fair! I want to be the first shot!"

Renante glanced at her. Makahulugan ang pagtitig nito sa kanya bago lumambot ang mukha. He withdrew from his position with a gentle smile.

"You're right. It's your first time, so might as well experience every bit of this and that in this game." He stretched out an arm and waved her to come over.

Bitbit ang sariling golf club, lumapit si Stacey sa binata. Pinuwesto siya nito sa tamang distansya mula sa golf tee. Then Renante stood behind her. Maingat na kumilos ang mga kamay nito para iposisyon at ipostura ng tama ang kanyang katawan.

Renante dominantly grabbed her nape, ran his hand down to her back and pushed her to slightly bend down. Napayuko siya at ginamit na suporta ang golf club na tinukod niya sa lupa. Renante stroked her shoulders and pinched them straight-- the left angled higher than the right-- before running his palms along her arms left bare by her sleeveless white tank top. Lumapit si Renante sa kanyang likuran. His chest barely touched her back as he took her hands and corrected her grip of the golf club.

Stacey could only stay still and watch the magic happen before her very eyes.

Then, his hands found her hips, gave them a pull closer against his thighs. Nang bumunggo na ang kanyang puwitan sa mga hita ni Renante na nasa kanyang likuran, sumingit ang paa nito sa pagitan ng kanyang mga paa. Their white sneakers brushed as he tapped her feet to part wider. She parted them. Oh, of couse she would always part for him. Tumigil sa pagtapik ang paa nito nang makuha ang gustong laki ng pagkakabuka ng kanyang mga binti.

Muling yumakap si Renante sa kanyang likuran, tsinek at inayos ang grip niya.

With his face peering over her shoulder, there was nothing left to feel but heat in their closeness. The sun scorched overhead, adding a blaze to the hotness of their position right now.

"Is this really how to play golf or is this how you fuck me?" kaunting hilig niya ng ulo. Sa sobrang lapit, mga labi lang ni Renante ang kayang abutin ng kanyang paningin.

"Both. That's why I hit it so good, right?" he chuckled lowly before he moved her hands. They tapped the golf ball gently. "Now listen." Tapik ulit nito sa bola. "Kapag titira ka, ito ang titingnan mo. 'Yong bola--" binaba nito ang club head at pinangturo sa lupa, "--at kung saan manggagaling ang tira."

He swung her arms, only to get her all hyped it. The swinging barely touched the golf ball.

"I'll keep you steady. You hit."

"Wala man lang tips kung paano ko magagawa 'to ng maayos?"

"It's easier to learn from practice than from tips."

Shit. Bakit parang ang dumi-dumi ng naiisip niya? Her mind turned out to be greener than the grasses combined in this golf course!

"Of course," Stacey answered breathily, intentionally grinding her ass against him. Her butt touched close to the top of his crotch.

The action immediately heated up Renante. He gasped. Shocked at first before he got a hint from Stacey's gaze. In response, he displayed a dirty, playful smile at her.

"Who can live with just a tip? Practicing it is better." She wore a knowing seductive smile as she looks over her shoulder to watch Renante's reaction.

"Practicing what?" he panted, the way she rubbed against him instantly affected him. Humigpit ang pagkakahawak ni Renante sa kanyang balakang.

"Practicing how to hit it good," she put her eyes forward, hazy and horny as her smile widened and crazed.

Stacey's arms kept swinging, only to help her grind her ass better and rhythmically against Renante's growing hardness within the crotch of his pants.

"How often should we practice?"

"Very often, Stace," he answered throatily.
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NAILIBLIB NILA ANG GOLF CART SA PUNUHAN. Nakatuwad si Stacey, nakatukod ang mga kamay sa hood niyon sa posisyong halos katulad sa mga naglalaro ng golf.

Her skyblue miniskirt was lifted up, fanning and fluttering with Renante's every slamming thrusts. Yet, that only fanned their heat to a blaze. Her panties were halfway taken down, left clinging for its dear life around her knees.

It was the heat of the sun that the shade of the trees could not tame. It was their bodies' response that kept them sweating as they fucked relentlessly. Umatras-abante ang kanyang katawan, panay ang tanggap sa malalalim na pagbaon ni Renante.

"Fuck," she hissed when he buried so deep and began circling his hips. Damn, he's so good her mouth just dropped open, moist yet thirsting. "Ren--" she flicked her head up, words cut off by her grunty moan as a result of her man's deeper push that pressed her g-damn-spot.

"Damn, Stace, I can do it anywhere to you. I won't even give a damn where just let me get through," hingal ni Renante sa kanyang likuran habang humahagod-hagod ang isang kamay sa kanyang puwitan. Squeezing her butt made him moan as well before he spanked it. Lumagitik. That made her hiss.

Nilingon niya si Renante, bumakat sa kanyang mukha ang anino ng mga dahon mula sa mga punong lumililim sa kanila. Hindi na siya nakapagreklamo dahil nakipagtitigan ang namumungay na mga mata ni Renante sa kanya sabay hila nito bago sumalpak na naman pabaon. He sawed her back and forth dropping her jaws through her high doses of tickling pleasure. Paalon ang paglabas-masok nito kaya maging siya ay umuusog sa direksyon na gusto ng lalaki.

"R-Renante!" her eyes half-closed as he maximized his power and speed.

Humigpit ang mga kamay nito sa kanyang balakang, gumapang ang isa para pasukin siya mula sa ilalim ng tank top at pigaan ng dibdib.

"Ah, Renante!" mariin niyang pikit, bumalik sa harap ang nakalingon kanina na mukha.

Sweat rolled down the sides of her face, beaded on her forehead. Her short hair swung back and forth along with their colliding bodies.

Between her thighs she could feel his hard massive cock sawing her with a friction she felt like a string thinning with his every stroke. She's a hole that shied away and began gaping helplessly to welcome him some more.

And he overstayed his welcome, pushed in and out more and more. Abused her gapes and stuffed her with more and more of his lusting meat.

Manginig-nginig siya nang magsimula ang pagdausdos ng malagkit na pamamasa sa loob ng kanyang mga hita pababa sa mga binti. This too much pleasure was just too hard for her body to deny.

Habol ang hininga na napahampas siya sa hood ng golf cart. Sumadsad doon ang pangahan at leeg habang nakausli ang malulusog na mga dibdib, nagpapalamas sa marahas na kamay ni Renante.

Isa pang baon nito at manginig-nginig ang boses na napasigaw siya.

"Damn, too loud!" he cupped her mouth after bending over her, following the shape of her body.

Renante's lips sharply inhaled a labored breath right behind her ear. Then he sunk his head down the crook of her neck.

"Stacey," he called out in a long groan that matched his slow, deep and long stroke. He stroked in an upward motion that made Stacey stretch up her body, lifting her head to lean its back against Renante's shoulder.

Her moans were stifled as she parted her legs wider. Tears beaded her eyes while her muffled begging kept saying Deeper, Renante! Deeper, please, deeper. Fuck it. Get it done already!

Sinilip ni Renante ang kanyang mukha. Nang masilayan niya ang mukha ng binata, kita niya ang nakaawang nitong mga labi at panlalambot sa mga mata. Gumulong ang mga butil ng pawis mula sa noo nito. His shaky hand left her mouth and grabbed her by the throat. All that and the way his eyebrows curved up... His orgasm look, his cumming look... Damn him! He looked so gorgeous when cumming. He stared at her as if his brains completely shut down to make way for his thick spurts of cum to be the star of the show, the beholder of all attention.

She felt him throb but not his cum. His condom took care of keeping his seeds at bay. Humihingal na napapikit ng mga mata si Stacey.

Buti pa si Renante, nakaraos na.

Nahigit niya ang paghinga nang maramdaman ang tuso nitong mga daliri. No way on earth Renante would allow for him to cum but not her. What generosity.

His finger's pad pressed against her clitoris.

"Renante!" nangangatog ang mga tuhod na ungol niya.

Naglaro ng maligalig ang mga daliri nito. Nakakabaliw na sarap ang gumuhit sa kanya, kumiliti sa pantog. She had to close her thighs tightly just to bear the wave of too much ecstacy.

"Renante," she cried, voice wavered. "Oh, fuck... Damn... Ah, shit... Ah! Ah!" Stacey bit her lower lip to shut herself. But her whines and moans vibrated against her throat and turned into grunts and hums.

Fuck, Renante still managed it. See, he always manage to get things done the way he wanted it done. Nakapasok ang mga daliri nito at umikot-ikot sa loob niya bago siya kinudkod ng mga iyon palabas-masok. Tumindi ang pamamasa niya. Nagwala ang katawan niya sa mga bisig nito.

"Oh, shit! Renante! Bilisan mo pa... R-Renante! Fast... Faster..." His fingers stretched her hole wide by parting his fingers in it. "Ah!" Then he put his fingers together again and resumed fingering her.

Her breathing turned into a series of sharp inhales and bursting exhalea of moans and groans until she began spraying out her cum.

"Ah, yes!" tingala niya, manginig-nginig ang mga labi. Pumipintig ang bawat himaymay ng katawan lalo na sa puson at pagitan ng mga hita.

Humalo iyon sa dumausdos nang punla ng lalaki pababa sa kanyang mga hita.

Fuck. How could they be so careless and dirty... This wasn't right...

"That's it. Very good," Renante shuddered with her, throbbed in excitement with her cumming as he caught her lips and kissed ferociously.

After that session, they headed straight to the golf club's changing rooms. Nakaabang na sa kanya si Renante nang matapos si Stacey.

This time, she wore a pair of jeans and a loose, flowy oversized button-down shirt in pale orange. Maluwag na ngiti ang ginawad niya kay Renante na naka-khaki shorts at button-down shirt na puti. Nakaupo ito sa isa sa mga upuan sa waiting lounge.

The interior of the golf club was dominated with wooden finishes. Even the tables were made of sawn off trunks of trees with wavy outlines, rings on the surface and coated with smooth, clear varnish. Natatabunan ng malambot na kutson ang makinis na wooden framed seats.

Nang makitang palapit na siya, tumayo si Renante mula sa kinauupuan.

He welcomed her with a gentle stroke on her cheek before softly kissing her there.

"Tara sa resto? I bet our playtime made you hungry."

"Not really," hilig niya ng ulo, kumikinang ang mga mata habang nakikipagtitigan kay Renante. "Binusog mo ako, eh."

Natatawang napangiti ito sa kanya.

"Renante?"

Gulat na napalingon sila sa pinaggalingan ng boses. Isang matandang lalaki na naka-dark blue shorts at tucked-in green polo ang palapit sa kanila. May kasama itong lalaki na nasa forties na nito, naka-gray na slacks at asul na patterned button-down short sleeved polo. Nakasunod naman sa likuran ng mga ito ang unipormadong caddy na lalaki.

"Dad," mutawi ng mga kataga mula sa mga labi ni Renante.