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“Wow, Eve! I can’t believe it ended in a draw again!” Aoi said, clutching the scorecard as they arrived at the shower block. “How many times in a row is that now?
Another match finished. Another draw after playing the full 18. Didn’t even have a lead on the first or back nine to brag about, either. “Yeah, we’re even once more.”
Part of Eve was frustrated that their rivalry had come to a dead heat once again, neither of them able to hold onto a lead for more than a few holes before conceding it. Another part of her was happy just to play with Aoi, whose sheer joy for the sport was endlessly inspiring. Even as the prodigious golfer sought to win tournaments, Aoi didn’t do it for the money. Instead, she played just for the purity of the competition.
But the main thing Eve was thinking about was the relief of a nice, long shower back at Raidou Girls’ Academy. After a sweaty day of golf under the summer sun, she absolutely needed that.
“You gonna take a shower too?” Eve said, lifting her shirt above her head and stowing it on the shelf.
“Don’t worry about me, just checking all the scores again. Go in ahead, Eve.”
“Sure, sure.”
Eve slid open the door to the showers, grateful that the place was deserted except for herself and Aoi. Perfect. Plenty of time to get all the tension out of her muscles without any interruption. She entered the first cubicle, turned the handle, put her hand under the stream to gauge the temperature, and then stepped forward into the watery bliss. It was hot, heavenly against her skin, and filled with pounding pressure that massaged her burdens away with ease. Best of all, unlike back in Nafrece, she didn’t have to pay for any of the water she used. She could indulge here, under the pulsing deluge, for as long as she desired.
Eventually, Aoi followed her into the showers, occupying the stall next to her so she could inevitably continue her current conversation. With a similar flick of the handle, Aoi was soon sighing with relief as the water washed the day’s grime away.
“Hey, Eve,” Aoi called out, her adorably energetic voice echoing in the tiled room.
“What is it?”
“After looking over the scorecard again, I realised I won in at least one way.”
“Huh?” Eve snapped. “No, I’ve looked at the same results. We both won the same number of holes, so it was a draw.”
“Well, I didn’t mean for match play.” Aoi giggled. “I meant for stroke play.”
Eve shook her head. It was a draw. Nothing about any ‘stroke play’ would change that. She took a bottle of body wash, poured a scented glob into her hands and began lathering it into her skin. “I don’t understand. How is that relevant at all?”
“Remember that one hole where you hit the water hazard twice?”
“Ugh. Unfortunately, I do,” She was trying to reach the green of the sixth, a dog leg par four, in one, which meant taking a dangerous shot over the lake. It did not pay off. And when she tried to salvage the hole by repeating the risky shot, the ball went in the drink again. “What about it?”
“If you look at match play, we did draw, but for stroke play...” Aoi giggled again, a mixture of cute and infuriating. “You trailed by four after that hole, so in a way, I won!”
Eve put her head under the deluge, letting the water soak her hair into a shimmering curtain of gold. She wasn’t going to let Aoi convince herself that she’d won. “Bullshit. That wasn’t the game we were playing.”
“But it matters a lot if you’re going to play in professional tournaments! They are almost always done by stroke play. It rewards greater consistency over your aggressive style. You should have done a lay-up there instead.”
“Ugh.”
If Aoi was that interested in stroke play, then Eve would show her some stroke play, alright. And she had just the perfect idea for how to make the girl all flustered as revenge for thinking she’d beaten her. She twisted the handle back, shivering slightly at the sudden absence of the shower’s warmth as the stream reduced to a trickle, and then left the cubicle.
“Eve?” How odd, Aoi thought. She knew Eve enjoyed her half-hour showers. “Have you finished already?”
She had no intention of leaving. Not without her own particular brand of rematch. “Hey, Aoi! I’m comin’ in!”
“O-okay?” Aoi stuttered in confusion.
Eve flung the cubicle door open, baring Aoi’s naked form to her lust-lidded eyes. She was tall, lithe, and athletic, with the most beautifully smooth skin, reddened under the heat of the shower and embarrassment in equal measure. Adorably pouty lips and glittering violet eyes. A cute face dark hair so long it reached her waist. One arm folded over her chest and her other hand covered her crotch, preserving what little remaining modesty she had. Everything about her appearance conveyed the absolute pinnacle of a pure, young upper-class Japanese lady, the sort with conglomerate-owning parents who were wealthy enough to have her jetting around the world to play golf. But the best part was how all that came without any of the stuck-up snootiness Eve usually expected from someone in such a high position. Just boundless passion. Passion for golf, and more specifically, passion for playing golf with Eve. She’d bagged quite the cutie.
And Eve wasn’t the only one enjoying the view. As she stared into Aoi’s eyes, she noticed the way they flickered up and down, alternating between keeping eye contact and catching whatever glimpses of Eve’s nudity she could between her vain attempts at pretending otherwise. Classic Nafrecian beauty, tall, strong, with a wild mane of golden hair and wet skin covered with slippery suds, all laid bare for Aoi to enjoy if only she was willing to ease up a little.
Finally, Aoi remembered she was meant to be something other than trying to eye up the woman in front of her. “Eve, w-what are you doing?”
“What do you think?” Eve pointed directly at Aoi. “Challenging you to a round of your beloved stroke play. Right now.”
“Now?” Aoi turned around, trying to shut Eve’s naked presence out of her thoughts by staring at the tiled wall instead. “It’s too dark outside to play a round now. We can do it in the morning if you want.”
“I didn’t mean outside.” Eve stepped forward, grabbing Aoi by her waist to an adorable gasp from the Japanese prodigy. “I think we have everything we need to play right here.”
With another step forwards, beneath the soothing stream of water from the shower, with another hand firm against Aoi’s hips, Eve planted her soaped-up tits against Aoi’s back. Aoi could feel everything. The slippery slick softness, each perky breast capped with a firm nipple that dragged against her skin whenever Eve tightened her clutch upon her chest.
“I... I don’t see how this is, ah...” Aoi whined, the massage of Eve’s magnificent physique against her skin was far better than using her own hands to wash. Even more intense now that the taller girl was grinding her whole body up against Aoi’s back. “Meant to, hah, help us do s-stroke play. Where’s the course?”
“I’ve already got her in my grasp. She is the most beautiful golf course I’ve ever seen. Now, how about we take a look at the first hole?”
Tilting her head, Eve planted a single kiss upon Aoi’s cheek, and the girl practically melted within her grasp. Ah, her kisses never failed to get the most perfectly cute, flustered reactions out of her. Taking advantage of her opening, Eve reached one hand around Aoi, grabbing at one of her breasts, more modest than her own but no less lovely for it. She kneaded her palms into her yielding curves, letting her grip sink into the wet, slippery softness, and then flicked her fingers across a pert, sensitive nipple, winning yet another gasp from Aoi’s lips.
“Damn, these are nice. Ah, I meant to say... A few soft, rolling hills make the perfect backdrop for a course, don’t you think?” Eve said, continuing to assess her course as she trailed her hand down Aoi’s stomach. “And a lovely, smooth fairway, with just one little bunker right...” Eve’s finger reached Aoi’s navel. “Here.”
“Eve, hah...” Aoi whined, arousal building within her with each peck upon her burning cheeks.
Snaking her fingers another few inches lower, Eve approached the smooth skin that framed her inevitable target. “They’ve even trimmed the greens just how I like them. Almost bare. Fast.”
“Eve! It’s... It’s only because...”
“Because you knew I’d be coming here, right?”
Aoi nodded.
She still needed to tease and taunt the girl some more, Eve decided. Work over her sensitive, soaked body until she was absolutely desperate for more. She let her hands trail back up, one sinking into that spot on her waist that always got a cute reaction when she gripped it, and another returning to her nipple, letting it roll between her fingers before tugging gently at the sensitive, firm nub. Soon, Aoi was coming undone within her grasp, purring Eve’s name with delight. And then, she was trailing her way back down once more. Surveying Aoi’s course, all hot and twitching beneath Eve’s affection.
Eve brought her lips to Aoi’s ear. “Mmh, I bet playing here will feel really, really good, Aoi. The best round of golf ever. Do you want to find out?”
“W-wait!” Aoi cried out. “What if someone walks in on us?”
“Does it matter? We’ll just let them play through, and then we’ll continue.”
It did matter, Aoi thought. Her course was only for Eve. Only she was allowed to play on it. And, after all that teasing, so much that blood had rushed to her cheeks and between her thighs in equal measure, she wanted Eve to play a round upon her so, so much. Right now. Just kissing wasn’t enough to satisfy her. Besides, at this hour, it was unlikely they’d be interrupted. “Okay... We can play.”
Eve grinned, planting another kiss upon Aoi’s cheek as a little reward for the girl being honest about her desires. “Now, did you bring a club for me to use?”
Finally, Eve let her hand trail back down Aoi’s dripping body. Past the bunker. Past the green with just the faintest hint of hair. All to reach the intended focus of her stroke play. Aoi’s cock, ever-so erect after a generous teasing, jutted proudly from between her legs. It twitched with desire, as if demanding that Eve wrap her hands around it. Not quite yet, however, Eve decided. She wanted the girl to be practically begging, squirming and thrusting her hips in a futile bid for any sensation before she’d finally grant Aoi the slow, meticulous strokes she deserved.
“Ah, I see you did, Aoi.” Eve peered over Aoi’s shoulder, letting a single fingertip tap against the base of Aoi’s sensitive shaft. “And what a lovely club it is. A wood?”
“Uh... Ahh, Eve...!”
That single finger trailed up the length of the cock, hot beneath her touch, past the smooth shaft, into the little ridge where the head flared out, and then to the slick droplet of pre that had accumulated right at the tip. The rest of Aoi’s physique might present the pinnacle of what an upper-class young Japanese woman was meant to be, beautiful yet demure and modest, but her cock... Its size was anything but modest, and its prominence as it jutted disproportionately from between her legs, utterly commanding attention just with its sheer presence, was not even slightly demure. Eve licked her lips. Aoi was perfection, down to even her most unexpected parts.
“With a seven-inch shaft, too,” Eve said. “You know just how I like to swing.”
“It’s s-seven and a half!” Aoi persistently corrected... Only to realise just how embarrassing it was to admit that. “I mean, uh, never mind!”
“Seven and a half then... Perfect. You know I like a long club.” Eve laughed. With her finger still held at that tip, she pressed down gently, allowing the entire shaft to flex slightly before releasing, erect firmness springing Aoi’s cock back forcefully. “And an extra stiff flex in the shaft, too. Did you go out of your way to get this fitted just for me?”
Eve ceased flicking the end of Aoi’s cock, instead shifting her attention lower still. Below her cock, towards what hung just beneath its base. She cupped Aoi’s balls in her hands, then gently rocked them back and forth, giving them the slightest of squeezes within her grip. She seemed so awfully pent up, Eve thought, hoping Aoi would unload a thick, copious load of her seed when she came. Was Aoi so pure and innocent that she rarely took the opportunity to relieve her needs, she wondered. Or perhaps she had been saving it all up for Eve to release?
“Mmh, you’ve even brought two firm balls for me to play with, too. Good for distance, not too much spin... They should suit my style perfectly. Are they your special Pakkun print ones, too?”
“Hmph,” Aoi pouted. “Don’t make fun of Pakkun like that!”
“Okay, okay! I’ll leave them alone for now.”
Eve might hit a ball with a stick to make money, but for this particularly vulnerable, precious pair, she’d have to be a bit more delicate. One last loving squeeze, and Eve moved on from Aoi’s plump sack, returning the attention to the shaft of her cock instead. She let her fingers trail tantalizingly along the surface, drawing a needy coo from Aoi, and then wrapped them firmly around the shaft.
“And this grip, too. So nice and thick, like it was perfectly made to accept my hand around it.”
“Hah, Eve...” Aoi whined, her every word filled with crumbling, pained restraint. “Your touch... It feels so good...”
“So, still think you’re better than me at stroke play, or are you going to give in?”
Aoi shook her head. “N-no, I definitely finished the, hah, match with a lower score, Eve...”
“Hmm. If you’re so confident, then...” Eve tightened her grip on her ‘club’. “You should be able to last long enough to take me over par before you finish, right? Let’s go with... Seventy-two?”
“Eve, please...”Aoi leaned against the wall as she bucked her hips forwards, pumping her cock between Eve’s fingers with a whimper. “I... I can’t wait any longer.”
“You know, if you let me take a few practice shots, it’s going to make things much easier for me.” Eve smiled. She’d teased Aoi so much that the girl was almost trying to fuck her hand in sheer desperation.
“Eve!”
“Okay, I get it. Jeez. I’ll tee off now.”
Firmly clamping her hand around Aoi’s shaft, Eve began. With only 72 strokes to get Aoi to cum, she intended to make every single shot count. That meant long, firm strokes, taking her grip all the way from the sensitive head of Aoi’s cock, over the prominent ridge, and down the shaft to the base. Every single time she did, every cycle of up and down along Aoi’s ample length, she whispered the count into Aoi’s. One. Thump. Two. Thump. Three. Thump. Her measured pace made things no less intense, as the aching impatience between each of the motions slowly melted Aoi’s mind with pleasure.
By the tenth shot, Aoi was giddily mewling away. Her hips were again instinctively thrusting forwards to meet each of Eve’s strokes. Quite forcefully, too, with Eve having to hold Aoi tight, restraining her from rutting against her hand and spoiling the steady rhythm of play. With the fourteenth, Aoi let out a low moan of pleasure, her sweet sounds echoing through the tiled room. And then another.
Eve paused. “What’s that, back-to-back birdies? And you said I was meant to be bad at this.”
“M...more!” Aoi demanded. “Don’t stop.”
Eighteen. Aoi’s face portrayed overwhelming concentration, her competitive streak demanding she restrain her climax as long as possible, but her pent-up desires tempting her to accept the inevitable release. It was such a beautiful conflict to witness, Eve thought. Twenty-six. Eve brought her unoccupied hand to Aoi’s firm nipple, just as swollen with arousal as her cock, and gave it a gentle tug. With it, Aoi’s moans became shrill cries, her vocal appraisal of just how good Eve’s efforts felt.
“No... F-f-fair!”
“Oh, is there something in the rules about this?”
“It’s... It’s... It’s just not fair, okay!” Aoi huffed, squeaking out the words between each firm, heavy stroke of Eve’s hand against her cock.
“You know I don’t like to play fair, Aoi. I play to win.” Eve.
“Hmph! Okay, if that’s how you want to be, then I’m gonna, hah, play to win too!”
Thirty-six. The intense concentration on Aoi’s face redoubled, as she bit her lip to try to stifle the moans. Even her hips stopped swinging in time with Eve’s motions, as she froze up in a desperate attempt to not concede anything to Eve. Forty. But still, despite trying to hold back everything, Aoi couldn’t help but reveal how she was truly feeling. Every inch of her skin was flushed red with arousal, her whole body twitching and shaking beneath Eve’s relentless efforts to get her off.
“Going to make the back nine harder, are ya?” Eve said as she picked up the pace. “Don’t worry; I’ve also been holding back a little extra myself.”
Forty-seven. Despite her boast, and despite increasing the speed of her strokes until all she could hear coming from below was the wet, slick squish of Aoi’s skin within her grasp, Aoi seemed to be holding out. Just about able to sustain her restraint despite Eve’s efforts. Her moans were filled with fluttering, needy whimpers and sharp gasps, extolling her utter adoration of the pleasure Eve was extracting from her, but she was holding it there, right at the limit, as if she could stall there forever.
Fifty. Eve would need to up her game again. Luckily Aoi was, if anything, easily predictable, and Eve had the perfect way to exploit her desires. She stopped the count, stopped her hand, and waited.
“Eve?” Aoi looked back over her shoulder, through the curtain of water raining down between them. “Why’d you stop?”
Perfect. Eve lunged forwards with her mouth, claiming Aoi’s within her kiss, then pushed forth with her tongue. She flicked it against Aoi’s soft lips, prodding and pushing until Aoi surrendered access, then thoroughly claimed her mouth. As she did, she pushed up against Aoi’s back even firmer with her chest, squeezed against her with ever-intensifying gropes, and made but a single, tight stroke along her twitching length, all to push her over the edge. Aoi bucked. She bucked hard, jolting her out of Eve’s support and, with waning strength in her legs; she stumbled over to her side.
“Fore right!” Eve called out on reflex, catching Aoi by her shoulders before she fell to the ground. “Aoi, are you okay? Did I slice that one?”
“I... I’m fine,” Aoi said, rising back to her feet. “Just got a bit too intense. Please, keep going.”
“You need to work on your stance, Aoi. Legs shoulder width apart, weight evenly on your feet. Don’t want you slipping on the water hazard again.”
Aoi turned to her with a look of utter desperation on her face. She was so, so close, and Eve was only wasting her time. “Shut up and finish the round already!”
“Okay, okay,” Eve said. Aoi was right. Every moment she wasted would only make it harder for her to win.
This time, she pinned Aoi even more firmly into the wall, ensuring that even on the slippery tiles, even when she came, she would not fall again. Eve’s hand returned to Aoi’s cock, pumping with vigorous strokes as she made her last-ditch effort to get Aoi past the point of no return. Fifty-four. Aoi was already right back at the edge of her endurance, her moans already reaching the same crescendo they had before she stumbled. Only this time, firmly restrained between Eve’s body grinding at her back and the wall at her front, she had nowhere to stumble, and no tricks left to avoid the inevitable. Really, she wasn’t even holding herself up by her own legs any longer, her knees having lost all their strength beneath Eve’s relentless torment.
Sixty. Aoi was relentlessly fucking Eve’s hand now. She’d lost all control over the pace of her strokes, pushed to go faster and faster by Aoi’s relentless desire, her insatiable need to cum, right now, before what remained of her sanity was washed away by the stress of holding it on the limit. Sixty-seven. It was going to be a close finish, Eve feeling Aoi’s cock twitching and churning in her hand, the grip of the ‘club’ becoming just that bit wider between her fingers.
“Don’t hold back, Aoi. Cum for me. Show me everything.”
“Nnah, no, I... I must win!”
Seventy. Aoi’s entire body tensed up, her muscles contracting, her back arching, her hips uselessly lurching forwards to bury her cock as deep within Eve’s grasp as possible, as if instinctively trying to impregnate her hand. Her length twitched, swelling just that bit more within Eve’s fingers, its girth widening just that fraction, until, finally, with the seventy-first stroke by Eve’s count, it was over.
With one last moaning, near-weeping cry of pleasure, breaking through every attempt Aoi made to hold back her voice, she came. The tip of her cock erupted. Rope after rope of Aoi’s thick seed, backed up from weeks of inattention, amplified further by all of Eve’s drawn-out teasing, streamed from Aoi. She repeatedly uttered Eve’s name in adoration as her cock continued to pulse its deluge, the thick globs of her cum staining the walls with creamy streaks until the flow gradually faltered.
“Mmh, that’s right, Aoi, I’ve got you,” Eve smiled, continuing to milk Aoi’s length with slow, cum-slickened strokes. “Let it all out for me. Every last backed-up drop, into the drain for a hole in one.”
“Hah, Eve...” Aoi let out another low, rasping moan. “So good, so... Kiss me!”
Eve happily obliged Aoi’s requests, sealing her eager moans between her lips. Gradually, with some semblance of strength returning to her weary body, Aoi pushed herself away from the wall, twirling in Eve’s grasp until they were face to face. The perfect position to ever-deepen the kiss, as the pair now entwined in each other’s embrace beneath the shower. Aoi was so predictable. So easy to please. Golf. Playing golf with Eve. Kissing Eve. Being brought to a sweet, heady climax by Eve. But there was one thing that Aoi wouldn’t let Eve have easily. Victory.
“Hah,” Aoi retreated from the kiss, a trail of saliva linking their lips. “So, what was that? Seventy-three?”
“No. I counted seventy-one. I won.” Eve insisted, though her voice was tinted with a fraction of doubt. Was she entirely meticulous in her count? Aoi certainly wouldn’t dare make a mistake on something so important.
“Nooooo, I won. And as my prize, I want...” Aoi paused, bringing her finger to her lip. “Another kiss. And this time, I’ll take the lead.”
Before Eve could make another denial, Aoi made her move, this time sweeping Eve up in her passion. Not that she minded much. Aoi may not have won, but she definitely deserved more kisses anyway. Aoi’s tongue pushed its way past her lips as she made good use of her ‘prize’, diving deeper into Eve, pushing up against her tongue, and practically drinking from her mouth. The pair stumbled back, until Eve’s back pressed against the door to the cubicle with a wet thud, and still Aoi continued. Most prominently, Eve felt Aoi’s erect cock, slick with her cum, prod incessantly against her bare stomach, as if demanding more.
Finally, seemingly satisfied with her victory lap, Aoi backed away. “Mmh, that was fun, Eve. Finally, something I managed to beat you at!”
“Beat me? I don’t think you did. I counted one under for the round, remember? At best, we can only call that a draw.”
“We’ll just have to play another round. Please, you’ll play again with me, won’t you?” Aoi pleaded, staring directly at Eve with glistening eyes and pouty lips. So, so hard to reject.
“It is getting rather late, Aoi...” Eve looked down at Aoi’s cock, still twitching with unrelenting need. “Though it certainly looks like you’re still up for another round.”
“More! More!” Aoi eagerly demanded.
“Well...”
Eve sighed. They’d already pushed their luck by doing it here, hoping that nobody would walk in on them. And as much as she enjoyed teasing Aoi until she exploded within her grasp, there were much more interesting things she’d like to try with the adorable prodigy. Things that were far more suited to the comfort of the bedroom than the shower block. Besides, if it was what Aoi wanted, she could hardly resist the opportunity to indulge their shared desires.
“Well what? I want to play another round with you, Eve! Right now! I can’t be satisfied with just another draw!”
“Hmm, is that so?” Sometimes, a draw was a good thing, Eve thought. Especially when it got Aoi so worked up. “It’s rather late, but I do think there is one more course that’s still open at this hour. How about, when you’re done cleaning yourself up, you follow me there?”
“Where is it?” Aoi demanded, clasping Eve’s hands between her own. “Tell me!”
“My dorm room. Ten minutes. Make sure to bring your own equipment. We’ll both get to play a round this time.”