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Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 01

By: RioRedKing



In Texas we take our racism seriously. Since this story is set almost a half century ago, you might expect that things are much better now. I am not sure that is the case, as polarization has fanned some embers into open flame. Now, as then, racism is practiced widely without limitation of race, creed, or culture. To pretend that it doesn't exist is to encourage its continuance. Today in our enlightened era, we overlay our prejudices with a coating of political correctness. Onward to hypocrisy. 

I fear the story is flawed seriously by two things. Some of the dialogue is in Spanish, but I, alas, am not bilingual. Spanish dialogue is indicated by angle brackets . The second problem is that of a WASP male creating the thoughts of a Latina. I can only plead ignorance and beg your forgiveness. I wanted to tell the story, so here is the first part, warts and all. 

Anachronism note: For the film buffs—I know The Graduate was not released until December 1967(I was there), but it fit the story so please cut me some slack. rrk 

***** 

Huaco, Texas 1967 

Kit heard the phone ring, but he was deep in the rhyme scheme of an Elizabethan sonnet. He ignored it partially because he was busy and partially because no one called for him here. He was in the office of his parent's house to avoid the distractions that his own student digs kept throwing at him. 

The ringing stopped and he heard Carter talking in his smooth, give-nothing-away tone. Just before he dived back into ABBA, or ABAB or whatever, he heard Carter say, "OK, I'll ask him." He put the pen down with a certain amount of anxiety as typically the only people to get Carter to do anything were Kit's parents and Kit had not heard from either of them in months. 

Carter stepped into the doorway, a spare blond man wearing OP shorts and a tee shirt with a tennis racket and ball imprinted. Until two years ago, any time Kit saw Carter, he wore a dark suit, white shirt, and solid color tie. He was the CFO for Kit's dad, who was a multi-millionaire architect and developer. When Don Morgan, Kit's dad, suddenly closed his offices and left town, Carter moved into the guest house above the garage and morphed from corporate hatchet man to man of all parts for the Morgan family. He paid the bills for the estate and Kit, and kept things up in reasonable fashion. He said he was on sabbatical until Don returned. The suit was traded in on tennis wear. and Carter traveled the state on the amateur senior tennis circuit. 

"A lady says she wants to talk to you. She says her name is Theda Pullin from the placement center at school. Is she the one helping you get these strange jobs?" 

"I'll get it in here. Maybe she has another job for me. I could use the money." 

Before Kit picked up the phone, he walked over to close the office door. Carter never commented on Kit's actions, but Kit felt sure that Carter was reporting to his father, wherever he was. 

He picked up the phone and punched the blinking button. "Hi. I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me." Kit heard a deep, warm chuckle on the other end of the line. 

"Not much chance of that. What are you doing?" 

"I am trying to finish an Elizabethan sonnet for Dr. Miller's English Lit class. If I turn in an acceptable sonnet by Monday, I can take the grade I presently have rather than taking the final on Wednesday." 

"So you are satisfied with the grade you have?" 

"I'm a jock, that is, I was a jock. I'm always satisfied with an A. But if you wanted me to drive over to your side of the bay this evening, I could put this sonnet business off." 

Kit heard the wistfulness in her voice as she said, "We agreed that was unworkable. It would just get me fired and you in trouble with everyone." 

"Not everyone. I know a number of guys who, if they knew, would turn green with envy." 

"Hush, no more of that. Listen to me when I tell you that part must be over. Regardless, this call is business, not personal. I might have a job for you." 

"Great, when?" 

"First, I need to ask you some questions. How good are you at shooting golfs? And are you in any kind of practice? What are you doing a week from Thursday including the weekend? And last, do you have a tuxedo?" 

"The answers are; pretty good, pretty much, nothing, and yes." 

"Smart aleck, expand on your answers." 

"Well, that's a strange set of questions. In order—I'm pretty good for an amateur and by the way, you should say golf singular, shooting golfs makes it sound like a hunting sport. Second, I've been hitting a few balls, but have only played 4 rounds since the summer session of classes started, but I'm OK. I just can't walk the course much because of my ankle. Third, I'm supposed to take Dr Miller's test on Wednesday if I don't finish the sonnet and then I am free until the fall semester. And last, I have a tuxedo." 

"Is the tuxedo presentable? You haven't outgrown it?" 

"Tailored for me in Dallas on my mother's orders about 10 months ago. I haven't' changed sizes since then. What is this about?" 

"It's about $500 for Thursday through Sunday. All expenses paid. Good food and drink, Golf at the Galveston Country Club on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and staying at the Hotel Galvez on the seawall. Interested?" 

"Sounds like a really nice vacation. Do I have to kill someone or just hide the body?" 

"I have a friend..." 

"Stop! I've heard this story; it's always a blind date and pure misery. And you're not just talking about one night, you're talking four days—plus travel." 

"Kit! Listen! $500 and I promise that Sofia won't make you miserable." 

"Sofia?" 

"She is the friend I was telling you about. Sofia Arredondo. She has more money than a snake has wiggles. She just went through a divorce, a very unhappy divorce, and her family foundation has a big fundraiser at Galveston Country Club every year. All the family is expected to play and she needs a partner. You would be the partner and escort to the functions at night." 

"What happened to her usual partner?" 

"That would be the ex-husband. He will be there playing as well with his big blond bimbo. Sofia cannot show up looking like a castoff. She needs a presentable escort." 

"I should have known," he moaned. 

"Kit, a woman scorned must do whatever necessary to hold on to her pride. She needs someone as different from Primo as the bimbo is different from her." 

"Wait a minute...Primo, Primo Arredondo the jockey. He is the ex-husband? He rode I don't know how many Triple Crown horses and won on some of them." 

"That's him, but he is too old for jockeying any more. He is a trainer and is working to bringing pari-mutuel racing to Texas. Sofia says he is insanely jealous and a crazy man about winning. He and she have won the golf tournament the last three years." 

"Jockeys are real athletes. He must be pretty good." 

"Sofia says he cheats—on the golf course, on the race track, and on her." 

"What does Sofia look like?" 

"She is about a foot shorter than I am. She is all black eyes, dark hair, and curves all over. She is a year younger than I am." 

"Are you pimping me out?" Kit asked only half joking. 

"No, but she needs you to pretend to be more than just a golf partner. She needs you to drive her to Galveston in your hot seat convertible and pretend to be her boy toy. It's to make Primo see what he has lost and show everyone she is fine." 

"Theda, You want me to go to Galveston with a middle-aged chunky mini-Latina and pretend to be a couple with her to make her insane ex-husband jealous and boost her morale—all for $500?" 

"How about $1000 and she gets a suite at the Hotel Galvez? All the seafood you can eat and the beach is just across the road." 

"Sold. Where do I pick her up?" 

"She lives in San Antonio on Alamo Heights just north of the country club." 

"Sounds like she is really into golf." 

"She played on the professional women's tour for a couple of years before she married Primo. She said she was the best Hispanic midget woman golfer in the world." 

"Have you considered how unmatched we will be, a short Hispanic woman and a 6'5" blonde gringo with a bad ankle." 

"You'll do fine. You will be in carts and I promise you will like her. She is a great person and didn't deserve the abuse and embarrassment that Primo brought her. I have to tell you that the $1000 was her original offer." 

"Theda, do you know the story about the rich old man who asked the young girl if she would have sex with him for a million dollars. She said she would. He asked if she would do it for two dollars. She was offended and asked just what he thought she was. 

He said they had established what she was and now they were haggling over the price. I guess we know what I am." 

Kit hung up the phone to the shrieks of laughter from the director of the placement office. 

++++++++++++++++++++++ 

8:00 AM Monday morning found Kit waiting outside the second floor office of Dr. M.E. Miller. The posted office hours were 8:00-8:45 M-W-F, but the office was locked. Kit read through his sonnet again as he wondered why someone would post office hours and then not be available. The poem looked OK to him-the rhyme scheme of abab cdcd, efef, gg, was correct. Most of the lines were ten syllables of five iambic feet; Kit really hoped Dr. Miller would OK the sonnet so that he could avoid the test. 

Kit heard the clattering of high heels coming up the stairs and before he could see anyone, he heard, "I'll tell you again, Mary, if that son-of-a-bitch is going to act like that and embarrass you in front of the whole faculty, you should file on his cheating ass...uh, oh...who are you, young man, and why are you eavesdropping on a private conversation?" The speaker was Dr. Francine Gneiss, head of the Literature Department at Taylor University and she was speaking to Kit while staring daggers at him. 

Dr. Miller laid a hand on the shoulder of Dr. Gneiss and said, "Francine, this is Mr. Morgan, one of my Lit. 203 students and I suspect he is here to turn in a sonnet that might excuse him from the exam on Wednesday." Dr. Miller was a shapely middle thirty's blonde whose Barbie doll looks had fooled many testosterone poisoned young men into underestimating her razor sharp mind. "I am late for my office hours and he has evidently been waiting for me. Is that the sonnet in your hand, Mr. Morgan?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." Kit had learned that with most women, the less he said, the less trouble he got into. 

"Let me see it. If it is not acceptable, I will know quickly and you can go home to begin studying for the exam." 

"Are you going to do it here in the hall?" Kit asked. 

"Yes, Mary," said Dr. Gneiss. "You can't conduct office hours in the hall. We have provided you a perfectly good office right behind that door." 

"It will only take a minute; it's only 14 lines." 

Kit handed Dr. Miller the carefully typed poem. She slid the strap holding her briefcase off her shoulder and took the paper. Kit and Dr. Gneiss stood still as Dr. Miller's blue eyes rapidly scanned Kit's work. Her brow furrowed in a sudden harder focus and she glanced up at Kit, then back at the paper. She handed the paper to Dr. Gneiss. Kit could read nothing in her expression as they waited on the head of the department. 

Dr. Gneiss pursed her lips, "Well, it is much better than I would have expected from a tall beach boy, Mary, but it is your call. I will talk to you more later." 

Dr. Miller took back Kit's sonnet and as she unlocked the door, she said, "Yes, Francine, we can talk later, but right now I think I better have a short session with Mr. Morgan." 

Dr. Gneiss nodded and stomped on down the hall to open the door to her own corner office. Kit reached to pick up Dr. Miller's briefcase as she swung the door open. She looked back to see him holding the heavy leather bag. "Thank you, I'll take that. Come on in the office and sit down while I get comfortable." 

Kit sat in the antique oak captain's chair in front of Dr. Miller's desk as she placed some files from her briefcase in a set of beautiful oak filing cabinets. She shrugged off her suit jacket revealing a soft white silk sleeveless blouse. Kit had to remind himself to drag his eyes up from an outstanding pair of tata's to look the older woman in the eyes. He was drawn to a pair of blue irises the color of a clear Texas sky that seemed to fill her whole eye socket. 

"First of all, your sonnet is more than acceptable. I would suggest that you submit it to the school's literary magazine. They could well publish it." 

"I don't think so. I enjoyed writing it, but it doesn't seem like something that I would want to share with everyone." 

"You enjoyed writing it?" 

"Yes, it was like a puzzle to fit the parts together and make it scan. You said it was a form of entertainment among the educated to write sonnets for amusement at that time. No Laugh In or Mr. Ed, no Beatles or Elvis, no John Wayne, no Astrodome." 

"Who is the mysterious beauty in your sonnet? Has one of the coeds stolen your heart?" 

"Not a coed. It is maybe an ideal, just an idea of what I think a woman should be." 

"And maybe you have learned enough discretion to know to never talk about one woman to another woman?" 

Kit did not answer. The silence held for a moment; Dr. Miller smiled and shook her head. "You know that your mother and I were friends once." 

"Yes, I know. That is why I took your class this summer." 

"We were best friends. Suite mates in the dorm at TWU in Denton. Teammates on the field hockey team. Confidants. She was the maid of honor at my wedding. She was so beautiful that she tried to hide her looks so the bride would not look dowdy." 

"I doubt that. She is a beautiful woman, but nothing could make you look dowdy." 

The simple sincerity of Kit's averral brought tears to the eyes of a woman who had had too few compliments of late. The beautiful blue eyes looked up at the features so reminiscent of his mother. Even the tousled blonde hair was familiar. 

"I miss her." Dr. Miller said simply. 

"I do too." 

"Where is she?" 

"I don't know. I was hoping that sometime this summer I would get a chance to ask you that same question." 

"At the faculty women's luncheon on Tuesday last, Theda Pullin said you were interested in doing odd jobs to pick up some spending money." 

"Yes. I worked for Mrs. Pullin about a month ago." 

"She said so. She seemed happy with your services. What did you do?" 

"I moved her." Kit smiled wistfully. "It only required a strong back and a weak mind. Are you no longer friends with my mother?" 

"I became angry with her and cut off our friendship because she didn't like my fiancé, now my husband." 

"She always spoke warmly of you. I don't think she was angry with you." 

"No, she was the best of us all." 

"Yes. I love her very much." 

The silence grew as they considered the situation. She said," Well, Christopher, I guess that finishes this meeting up. You will receive your A and perhaps I will find some small jobs for you this summer. Can I contact you through the placement office?" 

"Yes, but I prefer Kit to Christopher. My mother only called me Christopher when I was in trouble. I am heading out tomorrow to Galveston for a golf tournament, but I will be back next week." 

"I see—Kit, as in Kit Marlowe. My mother called me Mary Elizabeth for the same reason. Very well. Enjoy your trip, but, Christopher, you should never try to play word games with a literature professor." 

Blushing and abashed, Kit quickly left Dr. Mary Elizabeth Miller's office. 

Kit drove directly from the office to Ridgeway Country Club. A quick tune-up lesson from the pro couldn't hurt. Royce Rinehart had taught Kit the fundamentals of the game ten years before and Kit trusted him to see any new flaws in his game. After parking by the pro shop, Kit hoisted his bag from the passenger seat. A golf cart with a young Latino dressed in jeans and tee shirt pulled beside him. 

"Hey, Kit. I'll get that. Do you need a cart today?" 

"No, Ernesto, I'm just getting a lesson from Mr. Rinehart today. What are you doing working the bag drop? I thought you were spending the summer with James learning all the greens keeping stuff." 

Ernesto had played on the Taylor U. golf team and since graduation had worked as an assistant pro at Ridgeway. Royce, as head pro, thought golf pros ought to be able to handle any part of the business of running a golf course. Thus Ernesto spent more time learning maintenance, and agronomy than hitting balls. 

"That lazy ass Tucker didn't show up this morning so I am filling in here until Royce gets someone. I wish they would fire his trailer trash ass. Get in and I'll take you by the pro shop and then drop your bag at the range." 

"That's fine. Maybe something happened with Tucker. He could be sick or something." 

"Yeah—or something. Or something like drunk and hung-over or something like shacked up with some road lizard with fewer teeth than Trevino has birdies. You know how those people are." 

"Let me tell Mr. Rinehart that I am here and I'll ride down to the range with you." Kit quickly trotted to the pro shop and waved at the pro who was frowning at a clip board. He looked up and smiled at Kit. 

"Go on down to the range and get loose. I put a big bucket of balls down there earlier. You may need lots of work. I'll finish here and be there shortly. 

"Yes, sir." Kit replied. 

When Kit and Ernesto reached the range, a large broad shouldered man was already there teeing up Kit's practice balls and smashing them with a driver. Ernesto pulled up behind him and stopped. When the man turned around, they saw it was Devin Miller, Dr. Miller's husband, a pilot for American Airlines who flew out of Love Field. 

"Oh, are these your balls I am hitting. Ha, ha, get the joke? I thought someone had left them." 

"Mr. Rinehart left them here for me; we have a lesson scheduled.' 

"You are Don Morgan's boy aren't you? The one who fucked up his ankle?" 

"That's me." Kit said. 

"Well you take these balls and I'll get this boy to get me another bucket. Just a small bucket, chico." 

"Si, senor." Ernesto answered. In a lower voice to Kit he said, "I'll bring you some more balls for the ones he hit." 

"Andale, Andale, muchacho." Shouted the older man as Ernesto drove off. 

"Ernesto has a degree from Taylor in business management." Kit told Devin Miller. 

"Well, he ought to speak better English then, shouldn't he?" the older man said. 

Kit remembered his basketball coach's words of wisdom. "Some people—you can't talk to them and it's illegal to kill them." He turned his back on the asshole and began hitting wedges to warm up. 

Royce Rinehart motored up in his golf cart shortly. After he asked Kit if he was warm, he sat in the cart without talking as Kit went through their customary routine. Five full wedges, five full seven-irons, and five full three-irons. 

Devin called out, "Hey, Royce, watch this and see what you think." 

"I'm giving Kit a lesson right now, Devin. I'll be with you when we are finished." 

"What's so special about a gawky kid that broke his own leg running bases? I'm a member and you're supposed to be helping members. It's your job." 

Kit whirled toward the older man who was smirking as he leaned on his club. Kit stopped what he was about to say when Mr. Rinehart held up his hand. 

"Devin, Kit is an associate member through his family just as you are through your wife's membership. He is paying for a lesson and you are stealing time he has paid for. If you would like to schedule a lesson, my rates are $50 for a half hour. Right now we are on Kit's time so be quiet." 

"We'll see about your attitude, Rinehart. Just wait until I talk to a few people." Miller picked up his clubs and stalked angrily away. 


Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 01



Kit said, "Mr. Rinehart, I hope I didn't cause any trouble for you." 

Rinehart laughed. "Kit, if a horse's ass like that can cause me any trouble in my job, I need a better job. Now, hit a couple of drivers for me." 

Kit teed up a ball and launched a huge slice over the property boundary. Sheepishly he teed another and hit a snap hook onto the 6th fairway into a foursome who ducked away. 

Rinehart said, "Got that out of your system? Remember a golf ball doesn't know or care if you are mad or upset. If you don't treat it right, it will punish you by going where you don't want it to. Now, relax and hit five without the anger." 

After he watched Kit hit the balls with the driver, Rinehart said, "There's nothing that a quick fix would help. You are fundamentally sound, but being so tall, any swing error is 

magnified. Just try to stay under control and make clean contact. How is your putting?" 

"Horrible, and streaky, as always." 

"Come up to the putting green. I got a couple of new putters made by a new California company. They won't cure your putting, but they will give you a new look." 

At the putting green, Rinehart brought out two putters and handed them to Kit. When Kit struck the ball, he almost jumped backward when a strange metallic tone rang from the putter. 

"What is that?" 

"That is the name. Ping. They are designed by an engineer for GE and gaining popularity all over. Decide which one you like and take it with you. Let me know if you want to keep it." 

"Thanks, Mr. Rinehart, I'll have some money after this trip and I'll bring you what I owe you." 

"No you won't. I'll bill Carter and he will pay it without question. I know where too many of his bodies are buried for him to protest. Are you planning on winning some money on this trip of yours? Gambling has ruined a lot of good golfers and good men." 

"No, sir. There may be some gambling, but I won't be risking my money." 

"Are you going in as a ringer in a handicap tournament? You know I won't lie about your handicap." 

"No, sir. I am just going as a partner to another player, Sofia Arredondo." 

"I remember her when she played on the ladies tour. She was Sofia Seguin then. You should partner well; you have length and she has a short game." Rinehart snickered. "In more ways than one. Kit, you must be nearly two feet taller than her." 

Rinehart walked off chortling at the thought of the strange pairing. Kit resumed his putting practice. 

*************************** 

When Kit arrived home, he found a note from Carter. "Some snooty dude with a heavy accent called and said that Mrs. Arredondo suggested that you arrive Wednesday before 3:00 so that you could get in some practice and plan strategy. Who is Arredondo, where are you going, and strategy for what? Why did he leave a San Antonio address and telephone number? What are you up to?" 

Kit decided that the mystery would be good for Carter and he set about getting his clothes ready for the trip. Four days of golf and at least a couple of dress up occasions were going to strain his normal wardrobe of jeans and tee-shirts, but he gathered the dress stuff into one hanging bag. Golf shorts, socks, and shirts went in one tote bag while casual clothes and shaving bag went into another. His golf shoes, dress shoes, and beach tennis shoes went in the trunk of the Camaro along with extra towels, golf balls, and gloves. When he was finished, his closet looked rather bare and he could not imagine where Mrs. Arredondo, her clothes, and golf equipment were going to fit. 

Wednesday morning dawned bright and sunny. Kit was already packed, so after a shower and shave, he headed to the garage to leave. Tuesday had been spent practicing with the new putter and explaining to Carter that yes, he was going to Galveston with an older woman and yes, he was playing in a golf tournament, and no. he was not becoming a gigolo. He hoped he wouldn't run into Carter on the way out. 

No such luck. Carter had already moved the convertible out and was finishing a polish job on it. The dark English racing green with the bold black stripe looked like pure sex. 

"I thought if you were going to be a whore, you could at least look like a prosperous one." Carter opened with. "Do you want the top up?" 

"No, thanks for cleaning the car. I forgot. And don't worry about me." 

"I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about the poor old woman who is getting screwed by hiring such an amateur gigolo." 

Kit drove off to the hoots of laughter from Carter. The drive to San Antonio took almost four hours. He was sidetracked when he passed through San Marcos. Any young man who did not cruise the river through the college campus on a warm day was probably either mentally defective or clueless. The coeds sprawled on blankets sunning were stunning. While he was stopped at a light, a pair dressed in bikinis crossed on the crosswalk in front of him. The shorter of the two looked at Kit and called, "Nice ride." 

"Thanks," he answered. "Do you know a good place to eat here in town?" 

"Did you ever chow down at the Y?" the taller girl answered as the two of them howled with laughter. Kit pulled away. Seemed like everyone was laughing at him today as he drove off. He hoped San Antonio would be an improvement. He stopped at New Braunfels for a lunch of smoked chicken at The Smokehouse. These Texas Germans really know how to cook. 

When he reached San Antonio, he followed instructions as he continued on 368, the Austin Highway until it turned into Alamo Heights. At 2:30, he found two large stone columns with the proper number on a brass plaque. The gates were open, but the drive wound up a hill out of sight. Kit turned into the drive and drove slowly up the hillside admiring the lush landscaping. A circular drive took him to the heavy wooden entry doors of a large stucco house with red tile roof. The house seemed huge as it disappeared into the landscaping both left and right. 

Kit climbed out of the sports car and stretched. His burmudas and polo shirt had wrinkled on the trip. He reached into the back seat for his huaraches. It wouldn't do to appear barefoot for his job. He walked to the door and as he reached for the heavy iron ring knocker, the door opened inward. An amazingly skeletal man stood just inside wearing dark pants and a guayabara. His dark eyes took in all 77 inches of Kit Morgan without the slightest hint of approval. 

"I suppose you would be Senor Morgan?' 

"I suppose I would." Kit replied. 

"I did not expect you to be so young or so tall." 

"Do you plan on exchanging me for the old, short version?" 

"Mrs. Arredondo will be with you shortly. You may wait in the library." 

He stepped to the side to motion Kit into the entrance. After closing the door, he led Kit to a book lined room open to a second floor gallery. A spiral wrought iron ladder provided access to the second level of books. Large French doors were open onto a patio with a burbling fountain. Large windows on both levels allowed sufficient light for daytime reading though Kit longed to wander out to the shaded patio and enjoy the peaceful scene in the middle of the city. 

"Mrs. Arredondo will be with you shortly." the older man said. "Wait here." 

"You already said that." Kit murmured. 

As the older man turned and walked away, Kit heard him say,  

"Well, that went well." Kit thought. As Kit waited, he explored the room. A large section of one wall was devoted to the trophy case of Sophia Seguin's amateur golf career. Texas State Amateur Girls Champion, third place USGA Girls 1946, Curtis Cup member 1950, LPGA card 1951. On the other side of the room was a larger trophy case that was mostly empty except for a few pictures of racehorses in the winners circle and at the finish line. 

"That was Primo's trophy case. I haven't got around to redoing this room." 

Kit was startled. He had not heard a door open or anyone enter the room. The voice was low and feminine. As he quickly looked around for the speaker, he heard a chuckle and the voice said, "Up here. I was not expecting you this early and was still in my room." 

Kit looked up to the second floor into a large shining pair of dark eyes peering over the railing at him. Beneath a pert nose, a most kissable pair of lips smiled at him. As she leaned farther over the rail, an improbably large pair of breasts in a white stretch sleeveless top came into view. 

Kit caught his breath. "They're...the trophies are very impressive, Mrs. Arredondo" 

"Stay right there, I'll come down to your level and we can get acquainted again." She moved out of sight for a moment then reappeared at the top of the spiral ladder. Kit walked to the base of the wrought iron staircase and waited for her. Looking up through the open steps, he saw a pair of sneakers with golf socks start down. A pair of short, but toned tan legs reached up under a short navy golf skirt. Kit caught a glimpse of white panties under the skirt as Sofia descended. 

As she neared the bottom of the stairs, Kit met her. She held out her hand and took his holding it firmly. She was still two steps up on the ladder when she stopped. Their eyes were almost at the same height. 

"Theda said you were tall, but the reality exceeds my expectations. Welcome to my home, Kit. You can forget that Mrs. Arredondo business right now. I am petitioning to have my maiden name restored legally and anyway golf partners use first names. I am Sofia. And we are actually old friends." 

"I am sorry, Sofia, but I am sure we have never met. I know I would not have forgotten." 

"You were about 8 months old and I stayed with your parents at your house on Colcord when I played in the Huaco Ladies Classic as an amateur in 1949. I was 17 or 18 and my parents did not think it proper for me to stay alone in a hotel without supervision. Your mother offered her hospitality. I thought you were adorable and when I was not playing or practicing, I held you like a new doll. You were teething and cranky and hungry. You embarrassed your mother by trying to get inside my shirt for a quick snack. When you couldn't negotiate the buttons, you just chewed on the outside." 

"Oh, I guess I should be embarrassed now." 

"Not at all, I thought it was a hoot. I guess you have grown out of that sort of thing?" 

Kit looked at Sofia and allowed his eyes to move down from her eyes to her chest. When he looked back up first to her luscious mouth, and then at her eyes, he smiled in appreciation. Sofia smiled back at him and Kit felt some sort of agreement had been reached. "Not quite," he said. 

Sofia came down the last two steps holding Kit's hand and when she reached the floor, she said, "My, there is a marked difference in height." 

"Mr. Rinehart got a laugh out of the thought of our pairing." 

"Actually I was referring to the difference in yours and Primo's heights. Is Royce still at Ridgeway? He had terrific insight into my game. He told me twenty years ago that I didn't have the length to compete with Berg, and Suggs, and Zaharias. He was right then and even more right when Carol Mann and Micky Wright came on tour. He said to find me a nice man and make pretty babies and play golf for fun." 

"Did you follow his advice?" 

"No. What youngster wants to hear that they aren't good enough? I beat balls till my hands bled, but I couldn't consistently compete on tour. But if there was s hole in the green, my putter could even up a lot of shot making." 

"Did you find the nice man and make pretty babies?" 

"I found a man, but he wasn't, and isn't, very nice. We made pretty babies. They are with their Grandparents Seguin in the city of Mexico for this month since school is out. Elena will study ballet with Grandmamma watching closely and Trey, Ramon the third; will spend most of the time with his grandfather at the horse ranch." 

"I thought your husband was named Primo, not Ramon?" 

"Primo indicates he was the first son. His name is Ramon and unfortunately you will have to meet him. Do not expect him to be pleasant. I do not expect him to be violent as he wants the foundation support in establishing pari-mutuel racing in Texas, and he will be surrounded by my family, uncles, brothers, cousins." 

"How will your family react to me?" 

"Primo has rubbed his infidelities in their face as well as mine. The lack of respect has won him no friends in my family, so they will be disposed to accept you as my middle age crazy toy." 

"Is that what I am to you?" 

"No, you are the instrument of my revenge, and my co-conspirator, and my golf partner, and the means of regaining my lost pride, and last, I hope, my friend. I will not disrespect you, but I must ask you to play a part that may be distasteful to you." 

"How so?" 

"Rich women, usually unattached, often have their young men who escort them, and carry their essentials when they have no purse, light their cigarettes, and generally fawn upon them. They are generally very nice to look at and according to their owners always exceptional in bed." 

Kit said seriously, "I am pretty strong, so carrying stuff should be no problem, but I think I will need to practice the other things to get them right. Are you very rich?" 

Sofia's eyes widened briefly then when she saw the grin begin on Kit's face she burst into laughter. "Oh, you may be perfect. If you can make me laugh just once like this in front of Primo, it will be wonderful. I want to rub it in his face, that I am not grieving his loss, but am living a happier life than I did with him. A better life than he is having with his blonde puta." Now, let's look at you and your clothes before we go hit some balls and talk golf. We may need to buy you something to look the part and we definitely need to do something with your hair. Hortensia, Hortensia." 

A very thin young woman entered the room immediately. "Si, senora?" 

"Talk English in front of Mr., Morgan; it is rude to exclude him from the conversation." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Call Andre and tell him he must shape Mr. Morgan's hair up this afternoon. We will be at Joske's anyway to pick up a few things." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Come on, Kit; let's go look through your clothes to make sure you are a well dressed gigolo." Sofia snickered. 

"I will go get my clothes out of the car out..." 

"Jose has put your car in the garage and Lydia has laid your wardrobe out in the guesthouse. I think you will be most comfortable there even if it is just one night." 

Sofia marched out the open doors onto the patio. Kit followed like the lap dog he was to become. What Kit had thought was a patio was a central courtyard open to the sky. A door on the opposite side of the library opened into what was the guesthouse, a small apartment with living area, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. 

As Kit followed Sofia, he was intrigued by the sway of the navy skirt. It only reached mid-thigh, designed for golf wear, and the firm mature ass inside the skirt moved enticingly. It had been a month since his brief time with Theda, and there had been no other women since. Kit's pointer began to try to aim at Sofia like a compass needle to true north. He was still not sure what she wanted of him other than golf, but his interest in her was rising. 

In the bedroom, Sofia quickly went through the closet and smiled in approval. "Your formal clothes are fine and the casual slacks, shirts, and sport coat are first rate. Do you pick your own clothes?" 

"No, my mother bought all of that. My shopping is more shorts, jeans, and knit shirts." 

"Suzanne has impeccable taste as always, but we may have to accessorize you a bit to fit the role." 

"Like what?" 

"Oh, like some alligator shoes and belt for the formal wear. Maybe some more flashy studs for the tux. And I see many young men wearing a number of gold necklaces. What are your golf clubs and shoes?" 

"Last year's Wilson Staffs and Footjoys, a new pair of whites and an older pair of blacks." 

"That will work, but these shorts are nearly as shabby as what you have on now. We will pick you up some nice linen shorts that are tight enough to show off your nice butt when I am patting it." 

"If you are going to be patting me, am I going to be patting you?" 

"Whatever will show the crowd, and especially Primo, that I am living large and happily. We can start practicing when we go out today. I want the word to reach Primo through the grapevine before we get to Galveston." 

"We could start right now to avoid any awkwardness in public." Kit grinned. "Give me a hug." 

Sofia hesitated. "That's probably a good idea, but you don't have to." 

"Come here." 

When Sofia stepped close to Kit, the difference in their heights became even more apparent. When her arms reached around Kit, her shoulders were in the middle of his back. Her heavy breasts molded just above Kit's waist, and she felt a hard lump poke just above her navel. Kit's arms went around her and began to stroke her back through the thin blouse. The heavy bra strap interfered with his motions, so he stretched his hands down. He could not reach her ass without bending over. Sofia on the other hand stroked down Kit's back to his buttocks and patted and pulled herself into him. 

When Sofia started to pull away, Kit held her and said, "We better practice a kiss." His hands slid up to cup her face and raise it. Her lush lips started to say something until Kit's mouth closed over hers, silencing her. He pulled her face more firmly into him as his lips played along and over the shaken woman's. Sofia's arms tightened and she pulled her breasts tight against him. Her nipples hardened and she dropped one hand down to grasp Kit's ass. 

As Kit loosened his grip on Sofia's face and straightened up, she continued to tightly hold on to the younger man. He slid his arms around her and pulled her tight against him, pressing his erection into her upper stomach. 

"I would say that went all right, but we probably need to practice more later," he said. 

Sofia pressed her cheek into Kit's chest and sighed, "Does this cost extra? I might need to call the bank to put some more money in my account." 

"Nope, it's a bonus—for me." Kit said. 

Sofia released Kit and stepped back. "Let's go to Joske's for your haircut and clothes. We can take my car and Jose can drive so we can do our planning before we go to the country club. After we hit balls, we can have a drink in the bar to stir up the natives. I would prefer to grab a burger before we come home and we can clean up here. Does that sound OK with you?" 

"You're the boss, but it is fine with me. After golf and a burger, that pool out there looks like a great place to relax." Kit's living area opened onto a large grassy lawn with an Olympic size pool. 

Sofia smiled sadly, "It has always been a great spot. I'll go tell Jose to load our clubs and bring the car around. Is about 10 minutes in the library suitable for you?" 

"Fine." 

Sofia marched back across the patio with two things in mind, first, to notify Jose of their plans and secondly, to steady herself after the kiss. Sofia had not been touched by a man romantically in more than a year. It had shocked her that her body immediately responded to Kit's attentions. She had always been taught that women needed to have an emotional connection with a man before their physical attraction kicked in. Before Primo, her experience with men had not brought on the tickle in her belly and pressure in her genitals that Primo had awakened. Since his betrayals, Sofia had not felt such a flood of lust and had suspected that she would not feel so again. Another wrong assumption. 

In her bathroom, Sofia stripped off a sodden pair of silk panties. They were wet and slick with her fluids and she briefly held them to her nose to smell the sharp aroma of her own arousal. Memories of powerful pleasures rocked her and she quickly used a cold wash cloth to clean herself. The rough texture of the terrycloth woke her clit and momentarily she scrubbed with less attention to cleanliness than to sensation. 




Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 01



"Sofia, quit it!" she scolded herself. "You are acting like a mare in heat." The mental image of a mare with swollen, pulsating vulva prancing with raised tail before a fully erect stallion did not cool her ardor. Sofia pulled her blouse over her head as she went to her armoire. She removed the heavy bra that supported her large breasts and slipped on one of the new sports bras that she usually played golf in. They were much more comfortable and less confining while swinging a club. She pulled the sleeveless top back on; it looked good with this skirt, and pulled on a pair of cotton bikini panties for coolness outdoors. As she started out the door, Sofia stopped and went back to her dresser. Picking up the bottle of Chanel, she touched the perfume behind each ear; raising her shirt, she touched between her breasts, and after hesitating briefly, she reached under her skirt to scent high on the inside of both thighs. 

"Maybe that will keep him from smelling my sex," she thought. 

When Sofia walked into the library, Kit stood up from the sofa and smiled a warm welcome to her. Sofia felt her heart give an extra thump that traveled through her belly to her crotch. To hide her blush, she turned to the hall saying, "Let's get going and see if Andre can do anything with that mane of yours. We can let everyone at Joske's know that Senora Arredondo has herself a new man." 

"What is this Andre going to do with my hair?" Kit asked. 

"Would you tell Lee Trevino how to hit iron shots? Well, don't tell Andre what to do with your hair. He is a pro and I guarantee you will like it when he is through." 

At the front door, the dour older fellow in the guayabera stood frowning at Kit. As he opened the door, Sofia said, "Goodness, Urbano, if you frown any harder, your face will break into pieces." 





















Kit had stood by helplessly during the interchange. When Sofia stomped out the door, he followed. A gleaming pewter Cadillac Sedan Deville stood in the driveway with a young man a few years older than Kit holding open the rear door. 

As Kit hesitated, Sofia said, "The correct etiquette is that you assist me into the door on this side and then go to the other side and let yourself in the back beside me. Jose will shut the door after I am seated." 

On the short trip down town to the largest department store in the world, Sofia filled Kit in on the itinerary. "When we get there, we will go up to the salon to Andre. There will probably be people there that I want to see us. I will be all over you, and showing you off to everyone." 

"Kind of like a new puppy?" Kit asked. 

"Exactly, I will pet and stroke you. If I introduce you to people, be polite, but keep your focus on me. You are my puppy, and I am..." 

"My bowl of flan, warm and tan and sweet." 

"Ooooh! I like that. Don't you like that, Jose?" 

"Si, Senora." 

"In English, Jose. You need to pack to go to Galveston for four or five days. How about you drive Mr. Morgan's car most of the way. We can plan better if we are in this one. You and Hortensia can meet us at that last Stuckey's on Highway 6 before you cross the bay. Then we can make a romantic entry in Kit's convertible." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

Kit said, "No offense, Jose, but are you sure about handling the Houston traffic. The car is really my dad's and I would hate..." 

Jose and Sofia both burst out laughing. Kit looked confused since he was trying to protect both Jose and his car. 

Sofia said. "Kit, meet Joe—Joe Coronado—honor grad with a MS in electrical engineering from Cal Tech. He has been driving the California freeways the last five years while he was at school out there. He is starting to work for Tandy in two months and is replacing his father who normally does my driving while his mom and dad are in Spain for three weeks. I think your car will be in good hands." 

"No problem, man," said Jose/Joe. "My little Triumph can't outrun the cops, but I bet that green monster can." 

"Don't, don't, I'm sorry. I'll never live that down will I?" 

"No, gringo," the two Hispanics chorused and shrieked with laughter until they stopped in front of Joske's. As Jose walked around to open Sofia's door, she said, "OK, you're on from this point. Try to look a little dimwitted and besotted with me and my money. You will do fine." 

Kit sauntered around the car offer his hand to Sofia. She tucked her hand around his arm, pressing her breast firmly into his elbow as they walked to the elevator. Kit looked down at the petite woman and whispered, "That is soft." 

Sofia replied wiggling her chest against his bent arm, "That is hard." 

"My elbow is not all that is hard." 

In the elevator, Sofia said, "The salon, Clarence. This is my friend Kit. How is Clara?" 

The black elevator operator smiled. "Much better, Miz Sofia. Since that eye doctor you told us about put those glasses on her, her headaches have gone away almost and she be winning most all of her tennis games now. I didn't know they had special doctor prices for black folks that played tennis.. She likes that Head racket that you sent over too. It's just like the one Arthur Ashe uses." 

"Well, my daughter decided to work at ballet instead of tennis so it was just lying around taking up space. I'm glad someone could use it." The bell dinged as the car reached the fourth floor. As they got out, they were met by an emaciated man in English half boots, skin tight black pants, and a pink tuxedo shirt open half way down his chest. 

"Sofia, dear!" He air kissed Sofia on both cheeks and turned to stare at Kit. "My, my, what have you brought me?" he twinkled. 

"I didn't bring him for you, Andre. He is mine, but I want him polished up a bit before I take him to the foundation golf tournament this weekend. Can you do something with his hair?" 

"Sweetie, I can do more than just something with his hair. Why don't you run along and come back later. You might be surprised." 

"I don't think so, Andre. I will stay right here and protect my claim." 

"He is so tall that I think I will have to sit in his lap to cut his hair. Sofia." 

"Forget that. If anyone's butt is in his lap, it will be mine." 

"Sofia, you are a spoilsport." 

"Just cut his hair, Andre." 

As Andre snipped, combed, and cooed over Kit, Sofia sat in a nearby chair and leafed through a magazine. Kit became increasingly apprehensive as more and more of his golden tresses fell to the floor. Andre had turned the chair so that Kit could not see himself in the mirror. A tall slender woman with improbably pointed tits and an unlikely shade of red hair caught his attention as she headed toward him. 

"Sofia, what on earth are you doing waiting here with Andre? The platform shoes are in another department." Her laugh echoed hollowly through the salon as a hard glint formed in Sofia's eyes. 

"Oh, oh," said Andre. "Boy, you might get ready to duck." 

Sofia stood and walked to stand beside Kit's chair. She slipped her hand beneath the cover sheet and began stroking Kit's thigh slowly from the knee to the crotch. Her hand moved plainly beneath the thin cloth. Kit felt something else begin to stir beneath the cloth. 

"Hello, Elise. You have always been so witty, or at least half. This is my new golf partner, Kit. We are getting his hair shaped up before we leave for Galveston. We are going to do a little shopping and then hit a few balls." Sofia's hand stopped obviously and possessively over Kit's cock. She gave it a little squeeze. "Kit is taking Primo's place. If he were interested, he would give you much more of a mouthful than Primo." She smiled thinly at the befuddled redhead. 

Sofia continued, "Are you going to be in Galveston, or is Charles playing with someone else with real tits?" 

"Bitch!" the redhead muttered as she whirled and walked away. 

Sofia gave Kit's rock hard equipment a final squeeze and a pat. "Hurry up, Andre. We have other people to see this afternoon. Excuse me; I'll be back in a minute." Sofia walked to the ladies room. 

"I wish I could do that," said Andre. Kit thought it was best to say nothing. Andre turned the chair around. In the mirror, Kit saw that his hair was wonderful. 

"How did you do that?" he asked. "It looks great, fuller, but neater. I look better than I really do. How did you do that?" 

"It's a skill and a talent," shrugged Andre. "It is practice and paying attention and having an eye for beauty. You are easier to work with than some. Here comes your lady back" 

"I don't really think she is my lady." Kit said. 

"If you treat her like she is, you will both benefit. The advice is free; the cut I will bill her for." André removed the cloth and brushed Kit off. 

Sofia eyed him carefully and nodded. "Very nice, Andre. Give yourself double your normal tip for keeping your mouth shut while I dealt with that poisonous bitch. Come on, Kit. I see that you have deflated enough to try on some shorts." She marched off toward the elevators. 

Kit turned to Andre, "Thank you. I'll remember the advice." 

"Do that. She is worth the effort." 

Kit followed the square set shoulders and swaying navy skirt to the elevators. In the elevator Sofia clutched Kit's arm and said, "Close your ears, Clarence." 

"I can't hear you, Miz Sofia." 

"Elise Ritter's husband, Charles, has been screwing his way through the San Antonio social register since he was a teenager. Elise has ignored it; I suppose, because she likes his money. After Primo moved out, I was to take the kids to the ranch for a week, but before we got out of San Antonio, I ruined a tire and we came home in a taxi. The kids and I walked into a wonderful scene of Elise's scrawny naked ass pointing at us as she was giving Primo a poolside blowjob." 

Clarence's snicker was met with a glare of black eyes that made Kit wary. 

"I'm sorry, Miz Sofia, did you day something?" Clarence recovered. 

"No, and be sure that you don't." Sofia replied. 

'Yas'm, Miz Scarlet, I means Miz Sofia." 

"If you don't stop that Step-n-fetch-it shit, I'm going to kick your ass, Clarence." 

"Precisely as you should, madam." Clarence replied in a perfect English butler accent. 

All three burst out laughing as the doors opened at men's wear. "If I might have a word alone with the young gentleman, please." Clarence said. 

Sofia asked, "Kit?" and with his nod left the car. 

The door shut. Clarence turned to face Kit and seemingly began to take up more space. "I don't know you, but I am presuming that Miz Sofia is putting some trust in you. She is a fine person and usually a good judge of character. I know that she paid for my daughter's eyeglasses and she bought the tennis rackets new, there wasn't just one and her daughter has too girly to ever look at a tennis ball. I just want to say that if you can help her, you will make a number of friends. If you hurt her as that stumpy son of a bitch did, San Antonio might never be a good place for you. Please don't take this as a threat, but rather as a plea to someone who may be able help her." Clarence's diction had become educated and precise. Kit wondered if anyone here was really what they seemed. 

"Who are you?" Kit asked. "Really, who are you?" 

"I am proud to say that I am a friend of Senora Sofia Seguin. Have a nice day." The elevator door slid open and Kit stepped out a bit dazed. Sofia gathered him in and as she led him to the waiting salesman, Kit asked again, "Who is Clarence?" 

Sofia stopped and turned to face Kit. "What did he say?" 

Kit temporized, "He just wished us luck, but who is he really." 

"Clarence is the head of the NAACP action committee in San Antonio. He is also 90% disabled from wounds suffered in Korea where he won a Silver Star for heroism. He spends himself prodigiously for every project that he thinks will improve life for all the people of San Antonio. He is one of my personal heroes. Now let's spend some money on my toy boy." 

Sofia slipped an arm around Kit's waist and resting her hand on his buttock squeezed him enthusiastically. Kit was afraid that with his woody he would not be able to try on clothes. After four new pair of shorts with knit golf shirts to match, two new swim suits, a gold necklace with a rather large gold ingot hanging from it, a thick gold bracelet, a set of diamond tuxedo studs, and a cashmere pullover sweater (that island wind can get cold at night), Kit convinced Sofia it was time to hit golf balls. 

As they walked to the elevator, Sofia again draped an arm around Kit's waist and fondled his ass cheek. 

"I think I could learn to walk this way," she said. "We have to keep practicing to make a good show in Galveston." 

When they reached the front door, Jose/Joe was waiting and opened the rear door for Sofia. He took the packages from Kit and as Kit went around the car to get in, Joe said, 

"Looking good, man." Kit just smiled. 

When they were in the car and headed to the country club, Kit reached over Sofia's shoulder and pulled her across the seat to him. "We need more practice," he murmured before he took her mouth is a more serious kiss. His right arm held her tight to him in the back seat of the Cadillac as his tongue flicked across her lips until she opened slightly. Kit's tongue immediately darted in to find hers and begin an age old rhythm of thrust and withdraw. His left hand slid down her neck to her breast and firmly cupped, then squeezed, then milked it to the hard nipple. 

Sofia gasped. She had been so angry at Elise and then so busy playing the rich bitch with a new toy throughout Joske's that she had forgotten how she had reacted to Kit's kiss before. Her right hand moved to his thigh and as she began to return the kiss by trying to find his tonsils, her hand again reached the hard lump beneath his fly. As she grasped and squeezed, Kit pinched her nipple and began a gently shaking motion. Sofia's panties immediately flooded and she began to crawl on top of her golf partner. 

Joe called out, "Turning into the country club, Sofia. Do you want to go to the clubhouse or the bag drop?" 

Sofia plopped back on her side of the back seat, unable to answer. Golf was incomprehensible at the moment. 

"Take us to the bag drop, Joe." Kit said 

At the bag drop, Kit and Joe unloaded the golf bags from the car as the attendant brought a cart to them. Sofia was recovered enough that she stepped out of the car and took control of the situation again. 

"Jose, there is no need for you to wait. Kit and I will hit some practice balls and then have a drink at the bar. We may eat something here instead of going out. Take the car on home and we will call when we want you to come pick us up. Does that suit you, Kit?" 

Kit nodded and started to the cart. 

"Wait, put on your new necklace and bracelet. Let's give the country club crowd a show." 

"Sofia, I've never played in jewelry and..." 

"Well, you will just have to practice, won't you." She said. 

Kit grinned, "I'm looking forward to it." 

Sofia drove the golf cart to the pro shop and picked up two mesh bags of practice balls. As she drove to the practice range, she said, "I should apologize, I suppose, for the way I acted." 

"I'm not complaining, but exactly what are you referring to/" 

"When I was so furious to be confronted by that husband-poaching whore that I had to show her I was OK by teasing you under Andre's sheet, and then going off to cry in the ladies room, and then crawling all over you when you kissed me in the car. I am not usually so...so expressive." 

"Don't apologize, I like you like that. What do you think you would do if I kissed you again?' 

"I'm not sure." 

"You better think about it, because I plan on doing it again...soon." 

"Oh, I guess I better think about how I should react." 

"Practice, practice, practice," said Kit. 

The cart pulled up to the parking area behind the range. Kit carried the two bags of balls to the hitting area. Sofia carried three irons and her driver to the first set of balls and beginning with the wedge, began hitting short shots perfectly with a metronomic regularity. Kit only watched while he walked back to get a wedge, 7 iron, 3 iron, and driver. 

When he returned, Sofia had switched to the longer irons, but the perfection of her rhythm and swing repeated itself over and over. Kit only watched in admiration. When she picked up her driver and pulled the cover off, she suddenly realized that Kit was not hitting shots, but only watching her. 

Sofia smiled sheepishly. "I get so focused into the swing that I don't know what else is going on. I don't have a tee for the driver. My caddie usually tees the ball for me." 

"Your admiring toy boy with the shiny new bracelet and necklace will do it. Your swing is beautiful." Kit knelt to tee up a ball and watched the professionalism of the shot send the ball straight down the practice range. He teed another ball, and she repeated the shot. After 6 more perfectly straight drives, Sofia put the cover back on her driver. 

"I'll take a break and watch you" she said. 

"It won't be so boring, straight down the middle stuff. I have much more variety in my shots." 

Kit began with his wedge and kept most on the range. When he switched to the mid-iron, his shots became more erratic. With the 3 iron, perhaps only slightly over half stayed on the range. Kit reached for his favorite club, the driver. All of Kit's clubs had been specially shafted to accommodate his height, but the driver was the maximum legal length. Together with his long arms and strength, when all the factors came together, the ball exploded from the club head and traveled an astounding distance. Just as often it traveled and equally astounding distance in the wrong direction. He stopped and looked at Sofia. 

"What did Royce Rinehart tell you?" she asked. 

"To stay calm, try to make clean contact, trust my partner, and hope for the best." 

"I have to agree," Sofia said. "How do you putt?" 

"I am streaky, but usually the streak is a streak of horrible. But I do have a new putter that you will have to hear to believe." 

They gathered their clubs and drove to the practice putting green. Located just below the clubhouse veranda, a number of people called out to Sofia when they walked onto the green. Kit dropped a couple of balls on the green and assumed his putting stance—toes pointed in, knees locked, hands holding the putter resting against his right thigh. 

Sofia snorted, then laughed out loud. "What the hell is that?" 

"This is how I putt." Kit growled out with an injured air. 

"When the people in Galveston see that, it ought to keep our price in the calcutta down." She chortled. 

Moving nothing except his hands, Kit rapped the ball toward the closest hole. The new putter made the now familiar, to Kit, ping sound as the ball rolled smoothly into the cup. 

"See," said Kit. "It's the same way Arnold Palmer putts." 

"But you're not Arnold Palmer and you admit that you are not a good putter. What was that sound?" 

"It is called a Ping putter made by a new company in California. I really like how it feels. Do you want to try it?" 

Sofia dropped a pair of balls and took the putter. She assumed her putting stance—feet parallel to the line of the putt, slightly bent over with the ball below her eyes. She made a couple of practice strokes, the with a rocking motion of her shoulders sent the first ball into a hole three times as far away as Kit's had been. She raked the second ball into position and repeated the perfect stroke. 




Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 01



"It does feel good," she said. 

"I have two models. You might like the other one better. Are those people on the veranda some of the people you want to spread the word of your new toy?" Kit asked. 

Sofia glanced up to the clubhouse and nodded. 

Kit smiled. "Let's give them an eyeful. Let me retrieve the balls so we can practice some more." 

Sofia waited uncertainly until Kit returned with the golf balls. He motioned for her to putt again, but when she took her stance, she was surprised when he stepped up behind her and reached around her shoulders to place his hands over hers as she gripped the putter. He nuzzled her neck below her ear and whispered, "Just make your putting stroke. I will go along for the ride." 

"You idiot, I can't make a putt with you breathing in my ear." 

"No, but you are just giving a lesson to your young partner. And a show for the crowd." 

The first ball struck by the pair went wide of the cup. "See," Sofia said, "I can't putt this way." 

"Practice, practice, practice," replied Kit. 

Sofia's laugh rang out across the practice green to the veranda as she pulled another ball into position. When she bent over the ball, Kit moved in even closer with his bare thighs pressed against her short skirt. As she started her putting stroke, Kit's teeth closed on Sofia's earlobe and his tongue lashed against it. Again the putt missed the cup. 

"Try another one," Kit breathed against her neck. 

Sofia felt goose bumps run all down her right side. She moved another ball into position as Kit's mouth began to suck gently on her neck. The tickle in her belly moved south into pressure between her legs as her arousal grew. Her nipples in the stretchy sports bra hardened into impressive points. As she lined the putt up, Kit's right hand slipped off the putter to reach under her chest and grasp Sofia's left breast. His fingers quickly found her erect nipple and began a rolling motion over the hard nub. The ball shot off ten feet past the hole. 

Kit laughed and stood up. "I thought you said you were a good putter." 

Sofia turned to him with hands on her hips in mock anger. "I've never been distracted just that way. Do you think the audience has seen enough, or do you want to hump me when I bend over to get the ball?" 

"You're too short for that. We will have to wait until we can get horizontal for that." 

Sofia broke out in delighted laughter. "You are incorrigible. Are you also hungry?" 

"Starving—for you—and for food, too." 

"Let go get something to eat and drink." 

"What shall I do with the cart and clubs?" 

"Put the putters in the bags and get anything out of the bag you will need tonight. The staff will clean everything up and Jose and Hortensia will pick them up tomorrow." 

"I think I could like being a rich lady's playmate." 

Sofia laughed and reached for Kit's arm. She pulled herself to him, pressing her breast firmly into him. "Back to work, toy boy. Remember we must practice, practice, practice." With each practice, Sofia ground her tit against Kit's arm. "On to the bar!" 

When they stepped into the clubhouse, the dining room with a few well-dressed people sitting at tables was on their left. The bar, darker and opening onto the veranda was through a door to the right. 

Sofia tugged Kit to the right and asked, "Do you want to sit at a table or the bar?" 

"Tables always crowd me; I would prefer the bar." Kit said. 

"Bar stools are hard for me to climb up on," said Sofia; "but the bar it is." She led him to the bar. "Alfredo, get my guest whatever he wants. I am going to the locker room to freshen up and when I return have my T and T ready." 

"Si, Senora." Answered the blonde bartender. 

Kit watched Sofia walk away and climbed up on a stool. "Alfredo?" he asked the young blonde behind the bar. "And what is a T and T?" 

"It's Alfred McMahan from Shamrock, Texas. It's a game she plays. A T and T is a shot of tequila and a Tecate. Do you want one, too?" 

"Yuk!! I'm not much of a drinker. I see you have Shiner on tap, a cold mug of that would go down well." 

"Coming up," said Alfredo/Alfred. Kit wondered idly if Sofia was going to change his name along with everyone else's. 

In the locker room, Sofia walked directly to the showers and stripped. She stepped into the warm, then cool spray and quickly shampooed and rinsed her hair. As she rubbed the soap upon her cooling body, she gasped at the sensitivity of her nipples. The tingle in her belly returned and when she soaped between her legs, she felt a jolt as she briefly rubbed her clitoris. She reflected that she did not remember when she had had so much fun with a male companion or when she had such a strong physical attraction to any man. 

She stepped out of the shower and dried with one of the large towels stacked for members in the room. She wrapped the towel around herself and walked quickly to her locker where she kept a change of clothes. Lacy flesh toned panties, light frilly bra that provided support but little coverage, another golf skirt, this one dark green, and a white sleeveless, scoop necked blouse. This ought to give everyone an eyeful, including Kit. 

She quickly dried her hair with another towel and blessed Andre for his abilities that made it so easy to take care of. A brief moment at the mirror for a dark rose lipstick on her plump lips. She finished with another touch of perfume and checked herself out in the mirror. She smiled at the results. 

When Sofia walked back into the bar, Kit stood up and stepped to meet her. His open smile warmed her and when he extended a hand, she took it with a blush hidden by the dark room. He pulled her to him and bent for a quick kiss. "You look and smell wonderful." Kit reached behind him and turned the bar stool so that the back was against the bar. He turned back to Sofia and slipped his hands beneath her armpits and lifted her onto the bar stool. He left his hands in that position pressing the sides of her breasts as he leaned in for another quick kiss. "With me you will never have to climb on a bar stool." 

Sofia was so flustered that she could only beam at the tall sweaty young man whose hands had slipped forward so that his thumbs covered her nipples. Both immediately shifted to high beam and Kit glanced down in admiration before turning her stool so that she faced the arriving Alfred. He had slender tequila shot glass in one hand and a bowl of freshly cut lime wedges in the other. He set them before her and reached under to bar for a red can labeled Tecate and a bowl of sea salt. 

"Your T and T, madam." He smiled. 

In an effort to hide her arousal and confusion, Sofia quickly did the salt, lime, shot procedure. She slammed the empty shot glass on the bar and before taking a drink of the beer, rasped out, "Another, por favor." She took a clearing sip of her beer and turned to Kit. 

"What are you drinking, mi amor?" She watched as Alfred refilled her shot glass. 

"Shiner draft. a Texas treasure." 

"Alfredo, a man's drink for my man. Another T and T." Sofia went through the salt, lime, shot again. She caught her breath before taking a sip of Tecate. 

"Sofia, you will have to be man enough for both of us tonight. Tequila doesn't agree with me." 

"In San Antonio and parts south, we say that when gringos drink tequila, the next morning they can hold the empty bottle to their ears and hear Mexicans laughing at them." 

"That would be me." Kit saw Sofia blink rapidly and waver slightly on the stool. Instead of sitting next to her, he moved close and put his arm over the back of the stool. To the gathering crowd in the bar, Kit was moving in on Sofia. His intentions were to steady her and prevent her from falling from the stool. The tequila had slammed into her empty stomach. 

Sofia felt Kit's arm around her and his body press up against her left side. She snuggled into his chest and reached around his waist with her left hand which fell down to rest on Kit's rump. Alfredo stepped up with another full shot glass and a new can of Tecate which he placed in front of Kit. 

"I think the lady better have something to eat and I'm starving. Can we order from here?" Kit asked Alfred. 

"Sure, how about an order of nachos while you look at the menu? You always like those don't you, Sofia." 

"Alfredo, get us the large plate of nachos for the bar. I'll have the club sandwich. Kit, do you like hamburgers?" 

"I could live on hamburgers, Sofia. I would give my new putter for a hamburger. If you can get me a hamburger and a mountain of fries or onions rings, I will be your slave." 

"OK, a hamburger and a club sandwich coming up. Do you want to eat at the bar or move to a table?" Alfred asked. 

Sofia glanced back into the bar. "Seems to be filling up. We might not find a place to sit?" 

"As long as I have a face, you will have a place to sit, but there is a booth open over there." Kit pointed to the glass wall leading to the veranda. 

"Actually, I would rather stay here. This is a large part of the crowd that I want to know I am over Primo. Everyone can see us here at the bar. Put your arm over my shoulders so everyone can see the bracelet. We will let them imagine I bought you the Rolex on your left wrist, and I will play with this." She lifted the 3 inch long gold bar hanging from the necklace with her right hand, "and this," she squeezed Kit's ass cheek with her left. 

"Fine with me," Kit replied. "I'll just move my left hand down here." His finger caressed her bare thigh beneath the short skirt. "I don't know how we are going to eat with all our hands busy." Kit's hand reached under Sofia's skirt to brush her thigh all the way to the edge of her panties. 

Sofia braced her right hand against Kit's chest as she felt her tissues swell with lust. Her thighs opened to allow him greater access, and her large, prominent nipples displayed themselves beneath the light bra and blouse. 

Kit looked at the points on Sofia's heaving chest. "Somethings like what we are doing." 

Sofia did not need to look down to know what he was talking about. "They have always been too sensitive. Primo said that being married to him was all that kept me from being a slut. He said he kept me from rubbing them all over every man in sight. It is a good thing you are not touching them or I might go all the way over." 

"Can you do that? Orgasm from just having your breasts stimulated?" 

"Maybe, Primo said it was disgusting and no decent woman would react that way." 

"I think Primo is a stupid asshole who doesn't know what he is talking about. And he certainly does not deserve a beautiful, sensuous woman like you." 

Sofia had no idea how to respond to such an empowering statement from a man. Using every woman's best trick, she changed the subject. "You were joking weren't you? When you said that about having a place to sit. I know some people do that, but I don't know...I mean I haven't... not really." She wound down in embarrassment and confusion. 

"Haven't you ever had oral sex?" Kit asked her in an amazed voice. 

"Of course, Primo liked for me to do him. He showed me some porn films and insisted that I learn to take him all the way down. He wasn't as long as the guys in the films, 

but he didn't want to do me. Before I was married, one guy did, but he didn't stay at it long. I always felt maybe I wasn't too attractive down there. " 

Kit burst into laughter and hugged the blushing Sofia to his chest. They were rescued from further consideration of the topic by Alfred/Alfredo delivering a huge platter of nachos—toasted corn chips covered with chili con queso, refried beans, taco meat, guacamole, and sliced jalapenos 

Sofia said, "Keep those hands right where they are. I'll feed my toy boy for the benefit of the crowd." 

Kit laughed, "Well, hurry up; they smell nearly as good as you and I am starving." 

Sofia fed Kit with a great deal of teasing and laughing. The sexual tension died away some and the mechanics of food and drink took most of their attention. When their sandwiches arrived, Kit disengaged and climber onto his own barstool to eat the burger. On one side was a hill of onion rings, on the other side of the platter was a mound of French fries. 

Sofia said, "Alfredo, would you ask George to call Joe to come pick us up. He can be here by the time we finish these sandwiches." When Alfred left, she said to Kit, "Are you going to do your tequila shot?" 

"I am not much of a drinker. A beer or a glass of wine with a meal is about all I care for." 

"Then I am going to drink yours for courage. I have something to show you when we get back to the house. I may need something to steady my nerves." 

"It sounds serious," Kit said. 

"It is." Said Sofia as she licked the web of her left hand between the thumb and forefinger. After picking up a wedge of lime with that hand, she sprinkled salt on the wet skin. She licked the salt off and with her right hand; she grasped the shot glass and upended it swallowing the contents in one gulp. She then bit into the lime and grinned at Kit. "I am going to try on the swim suits I have bought for the trip. A middle aged woman displaying as much skin as I am about to is a very serious thing. I want you to tell me truthfully if I look ridiculous." 

Kit saw that Sofia was serious in her insecurity. "Let's hurry up and eat our sandwiches. I can't wait." 

"You also get to model the Speedo that we got for you today. Fair is fair, no?" 

"Sofia, do you really expect me to wear that in public?" 

"Well we will both know after our modeling session, won't we?" 

By the time the sandwiches were finished, George the doorman came to tell Sofia that her car was ready when she was. She signed the chit and turned to Kit. "Do you have a suggestion for a memorable exit? That last shot has made me bold enough to try anything." 

"If you are ready to go," Kit grinned, "fake a cramp in your thigh and I will pick you up and carry you to the car." 

"I like it!" Sofia smiled. "OK, here we go. AHHHHH! Kit, a cramp! A cramp!" Sofia grabbed her left thigh. 

"Where is it, Sofia? Is it really bad?" 

"In my thigh muscles, Ohhh!" she moaned. 

Kit lept from his stool and placed both his hands over hers. His right hand kneaded the top of her thigh, but his left reached directly under her skirt to cup her sex. His fingers worked vigorously over the gusset of her panties roughly massaging her erect clit. 

"I feel it, Sofia. It's hard as a rock." Kit tucked his face into her hair to hide his grin. "Maybe it needs a good massage." 

"Ahhhhh, ooooo, ahhhh." Sofia moaned. She was on the edge of an orgasm. "Not here, Kit, get me home, please." 

"Of course," he said as he slipped his left hand beneath her knees and his right arm under her shoulders. Lifting her easily and starting out of the room, Kit called out, "You'll be fine as soon as we get you home and tend to that. Open the door please." 

George the doorman had the door wide open as Kit rushed Sofia to the open door of the Caddy and deposited her inside. He pushed her over to the middle of the seat and slid in behind her. 

"Home, Jose." He loudly said as the car door closed behind them. He turned to Sofia, "I always wanted to say that." 

When Jose/Joe reached the driver's seat and looked into the back, he was surprised to see his two passengers convulsed in laughter. He asked, "Are you OK?" 

Sofia answered, "The best I have been in years, Joe. Even if I am in the hands of a madman." To Kit she said, "You must be a frustrated actor. That was an amazing performance. Who writes your lines? 'I feel it, it's hard, and we'll tend to it at home"?" 

As the car moved down the street toward home, Kit placed his arm around Sofia and his hand high on Sofia's thigh to squeeze gently. He looked seriously into her eyes and said, "I did feel you and your clit was as hard as a ball bearing. I am frustrated and I would love to tend to you at home." 

Sofia did not answer, but snuggled closer to his chest. They rode the rest of the way home in silence. 

When the Sedan Deville pulled up in front of the house, Sofia said, "Joe, I would like to leave about 9:00 tomorrow morning. You and Hortensia should plan on being in Galveston until Sunday. You and Hortensia can follow us in Kit's car tomorrow. We will stop and trade cars somewhere before the island. If you don't have any questions I'll see you in the morning." 

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"Kit, you are too sweaty to model clothes. Go take a shower and wait for me at the pool. I'll change and rake up my nerve. Remember I need you to be completely honest; I cannot afford to look a middle aged fool in front of these people." She swept into the house leaving Kit to walk by the stern faced Urbano and head to his room. 

After a quick shampoo and shower, Kit felt invigorated. He marveled at how his hair fell into place after drying. Andre may indeed be a genius, he decided. He slipped on his old swim trunks. The once bright red had faded greatly and the large yellow flowers had become almost white with time. He was surprised when he looked at his watch that it was only 8:30. It had been a busy day. 

Taking one of the oversized bath towels with him, Kit wandered to the pool and spreading the towel on a lounge chair stretched out to relax. The trees and elevation of the house made the city and its noise disappear. He watched the fireflies twinkle in the landscaping and wondered what this whole trip would bring. So far, he had had so much fun that he felt he was taking Sofia's money under false pretenses. He heard a throat clear behind him and turned. 

Sofia stood beside the lounger in a heavy thigh length terry robe. Kit smiled a welcome at her which she returned anxiously. "Are you sure you are ready for this?" she asked. 

"If you try to swim in that robe, you may drown but you won't get sunburn." Kit said. 

"Fool," Sofia said as she opened the robe. Kit swung his legs around to sit facing Sofia. His eyes were almost exactly the height of her chest. The lime green bikini top cupped her generous breasts. Two strings tied behind her neck to hammock the heavy silk cups. Beneath the top, her belly had the slight dome of maturity, but her waist narrowed to an improbably small diameter. Her hips flared dramatically to luxurious hips. A matching line green bikini bottom covered her mound then narrowed to strings tied at both sides of her hips. 

"I think you are trying to seduce me, Mrs. Arredondo," said Kit. 

"I saw that movie and I don't look a thing like Mrs. Robinson," said Sofia. 

"No, you look better. Come here," Kit said. His hands reached to the back of her thighs as she hesitantly moved forward. He pulled her to him and kissed her belly. As he straightened up, his face rested between her silk covered breasts and his hands slid up her thighs to grip her bubble butt firmly. 

"Say something," Sofia whispered. 

Kit looked up into her eyes. "You are a cinnamon skinned wet dream. Every woman should be as beautiful as you at least once in her life." His mouth moved sideways to take her nipple between his teeth and lightly bite the hardening bud. His hands spread over her ass and squeezed as he pulled her crotch against his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from her center. 

"You don't think the suit is too young for me? That the young girls on the beach will make me look old and thick?" 

"I think the young girls will go home and pray that some day they might look as good as you do." 

"I have two more that I want you to look at so you won't be surprised in front of people." 

"Good," grinned Kit. "Let me help you get out of this one and you can do just that." He reached up and untied the string at Sofia's neck. He pulled the strings down until the cups fell to her waist and her breasts were bare. They were heavy and had some sag. A lighter color than the rest of her chest, the tiny blue veins and large rough nipples proclaimed her maturity. The tiny stretch marks proudly showed her motherhood. 




Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 01



Kit said, "I've wanted to do this for nearly twenty years." As Sofia laughed, his hands moved to her chest and he lightly pinched and pulled her nipples. His mouth moved rapidly from one to the other, first teasing with light licks, then mauling the whole front of the tit with heavy suction. 

Sofia wrapped her arms around Kit's head and her hips began a rhythmic rocking against Kit's chest. "Kit, you have to stop or I'm going to...I'm going to have...oh, oh, oh, eeeeee." Sofia's mound pounded against Kit as she stepped closed and straddled his knees in an attempt to get closer as the orgasm took her completely. Kit moved his arms around her hips and held her closely until her system slowed down. 

"Oh, my, that was wonderful, but I'm sorry. You were left out weren't you? My legs are so weak." Sofia babbled. 

"Hush," Kit said. "I'm going to lie back on the lounger and you can lie on me, OK." 

Sofia nodded. When Kit lay back, she began to lie beside him. "No, Sofia, straddle me and lie on top of me." When she stepped across his legs, Kit could clearly see the camel toe of her swollen labia and the darkened spot where her fluids had begun to flow. He could smell the sharp smell of her arousal and he smiled up at her. He reached up to her as she sat on his lap and leaned forward to rest her breasts on his bare chest. 

"This is nice," Sofia said, "like sex except that I am on top." 

"Didn't you ever make love with you on top?" 

"No, Primo said that a woman's place was beneath her man without any unseemly wiggling like a whore. Sometimes he wanted me from behind, but I didn't much like that." 

"Why?" 

"He would be too rough, pulling my hair and he usually became interested in the wrong hole." 

"Did you like that?" 

"No, it hurt. I've talked to some women who said they actually liked it, but it hurt me and I usually bled after." 

"Sofia, your ex is sexually retarded; it doesn't have to be that way. Surely you talked to other women about what they did to prepare." 

"Well, no, Kit, I was embarrassed to admit I wasn't woman enough to satisfy him.. And anyway Kit you have never been married, you don't know how sometimes the most important thing is to keep the peace." 

"OK, but know that with me you are wonderful on top and I find your wiggling very seemly." Kit hands were lightly stroking Sofia's back as she relaxed. He reached for the strings on her hips and untied the bikini bottoms. Sofia raised her hips as he pulled the bottoms off. Then he reached to take an ass cheek in each hand and pull her up his body until her mouth reached his. "I think we better practice some more." His lips found hers and she enthusiastically joined in a duel of tongues. 

Kit's hands continued to caress and squeeze Sofia's buns He ran a finger down her ass crack and she clinched her muscles to deny him access. "Relax, Sofia, I won't hurt you, I promise." Her cheeks relaxed and Kit's hands pulled her crack wide open. When she settled into him in trust, his fingers dipped deeper and began brushing her rosebud. The heat began to build again for Sofia. 

"How does that feel?" Kit asked. 

"Different, not bad. I just don't know what to do." 

"You don't have to do anything, just enjoy. When we come back to this later, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." 

"I know. But right now I want to practice more kissing," the sexually awaken woman said. She took his mouth from above and initiated the passionate kissing. Her tongue lanced into his mouth as her crotch began pulsing against Kit's stomach. "I think I can learn to like this woman on top thing." 

"Just how sensitive are your tits. Sofia. Do you think you could come again from just touching?" 

"When I was nursing the children, I always did so by myself. Everyone thought I was modest, but I was embarrassed that I would have two or three orgasms with nearly every feeding. It was the most sexually satisfying time in my life." 

"Scoot up a little higher and get up on your hands and knees." 

"What are you going to do?" 

"You'll see." Kit scooted around until Sofia's heavy breasts were hanging over his face. He reached with both hands and made milking motions out to the tips. Sofia's breath rushed out and back in a gasp. Holding both breasts he began flicking her nipples with a blinking of his eyelids. His hands stretched her downward as he held his eyes to her nipples. 

The effect was almost immediate. Sofia felt the onrushing orgasm and pressed herself into Kit's face. "More, more," she begged. Kit grasped her right breast with his left hand and began thumbing and pinching the nipple. His mouth latched on to her left breast and he took as mush as possible into his mouth. His right hand slipped between them to her drooling pussy, He pushed into the slick gash with his ring and middle finger all the way to his palm. He curled the two fingers back to press against the roughened tissue of her G-spot behind her pubic bone. Freeing his mouth momentarily, he rasped hoarsely, "Now, wiggle, Sofia, wiggle." 

Sofia had never felt such an avalanche of sensation. In her new freedom, she wiggled. As Kit pulled upward harder, he mashed her clit against her pubic bone, every movement she made strummed his fingers across her inner sensitivity, and both breasts were receiving major attention. The orgasm hit her whole body with an electric tingling. She wanted more and more and Kit gave her more and more until her vision dimmed into a red haze of stimuli. Her body collapsed and Kit was beneath her to catch her and hold her safe. 

Sofia came back to herself lying on Kit's chest. She felt strangely languid, but fully charged as if she was ready to explode with joy. She crawled up to kiss him lightly on the lips. "Thank you." She whispered. "Was I very noisy?' 

Kit chuckled," I don't think anyone in the house has any doubt about what we have been doing. Do you think we have tended sufficiently to your cramp?" 

Sofia laughed, "Kit, I don't think I am going to have another cramp the rest of my life. And you should know that when you live in a house with servants, there are no secrets." 

"Oh, I hope that is not a problem for you. I really enjoyed tending to this one." 

"Probably not as much as I did, Kit. From the feel of something in your swim trunks, I think you need some tending yourself." 

"I was hoping you would notice that. Should we go inside?" 

"No, Elise gave Primo his blowjob about here. Let's see if I can even the scales a bit." 

"I know one thing, if anyone walks in on us, your ass will look a lot better than hers." 

Giggling, Sofia stood up and grasped the waist of Kit's trunks. "Raise your butt and let me see what I've got to work with." When Kit obliged her and the trunks were tossed to the side, Sofia said, "Madre dos Dios! Kit, it's really long." 

Blushing, Kit said, "Sofia, I'm long, so it makes sense it would be proportional. My mo...mentor told me that it really doesn't make much difference to most women." 

"I don't know. I've only seen Primo's and some baby boys being changed. His was more like a door knob—not too long, but thick. Yours is more like a billy club—kind of long and tapering. It's thick at the base, but..." 

"Sofia, enough of this cock comparison. You're making me self-conscious." 

"You shouldn't be; it is lovely and I won't have to break my jaw to fit it in my mouth." She began lightly stroking the rock hard organ. She pushed him back in the lounger and kneeled between his knees. Sofia kissed and bit his nipples as her hands stroked the length of his penis. 

As she started kissing her way down his belly, she said, "I think I will try my putting grip on it. With Primo I would have had to be a one hand putter.' Their laughter joined in the landscaping while the staff listening in the house, with the exception of Urbano, were pleased that the tall gringo was bringing laughter back to the senora. 

Sofia's two handed putter grip soon had Kit moaning, "For God's sake, Sofia, enough putting. Put it in a hole before I explode all over you." 

"How is this, precious?" Sofia brought her breasts together enclosing Kit's raging cock. "You've wanted them for a long time, Kit, hold them against yourself." Kit reached down to press Sofia's hanging tits around his penis. Kit's cock stuck up through the cleavage which he began pumping upward into Sofia's mouth. Her fat lips closed over the tip and she tongue lashed him as he fucked her mouth. One of her hands began playing with his balls while the other slipped a finger into his ass crack and began to rub his anus. 

"Oh, yes, oh, yes, Sofia, now!" 

Kit's ejaculation seemed to go on and on for both of them. Sofia sucked and swallowed what seemed a pint of come while Kit held her soft mammaries tight to his cock and fucked them and Sofia's face. As Sofia's finger felt the pulsing of Kit's ass during his ejaculation, slipped inside and began to pump in and out with his pulses. 

When Kit's spasm was finished, he dropped his hands to his sides releasing Sofia's breasts. With the hand that had stroked his testicles, she caught his softening penis and held it to her lips, gently milking the last vestiges of his come into her waiting mouth. Her finger remained in his ass and she gently stroked in a circular motion. 

Kit raised his hands to Sofia's face and tilted her head to him. "Thank you. That was truly incredible." 

"One thing Primo was good for was training me to be a good cocksucker. He said I was the best Mexican cocksucker in town. I guess his gringo puta must be better." 

"She can't be better or he would be dead." Kit said. "Sex should not be about taking something from someone; it should always be about giving. You just gave me a wonderful gift. You should never feel inferior to anyone." 

Sofia sat back on her heels and held Kit's flaccid penis in her putter grip. She asked, "Are you satisfied enough to go on with the modeling?" 

"Sure, where are your other two swim suits?" 

"I left them in your bedroom when I came out" 

"Wonderful choice. Let's adjourn to the bedroom till morning." 

"Kit, I can't spend the night with you here, in this house. We can't have full sex here or sleep together and I'm not sure I can explain why. I was a married woman here; I raised my children here; and they will come back to live with me here. In Galveston, I think, yes, we can be everything to each other. But not here. Honor does not allow. Honor is a big thing with my people. Can you understand?" 

"Perhaps. I know something of honor and how terrible it is to betray oneself. I know that character is what you think of yourself. I think you have honor and I would not smear your character by asking you to betray it. But..."he opened his hands, "what now?" 

"We can pleasure each other for a while before I go back to spend the night in my empty bed. Let's go try on suits. I must tell you the women in the house are all atwitter at the thought of what you would look like in the yellow Speedo." 

"How do they know about that? Sofia, I would have never bought that thing for myself for anything other than a jockstrap." 

"I told you there are no secrets in a house with servants. Lydia put up your purchases and immediately ran to tell all the other women. Everyone from Hortensia to the cook's helper is waiting for me to tell them how it fits." She pulled him to his feet and bending without the slightest modesty gathered Kit's and her swimsuits. Happily naked, she hooked her arm around his waist and chuckled on the way to the guesthouse. 

"What are you going to tell them?" 

"That you are muy hombre and that we had a terrible time tucking all of you inside the suit." 

"O God. I am going to be so embarrassed tomorrow." 

"You should be with all those women trying to get a look at your stuff." Sofia almost collapsed with laughter as they closed the door to the darkening night. 

Inside, Sofia picked up the sack with her other two suits. "I will dress in the bathroom. I have to rinse this green one out anyway; we got it rather wet and sticky. You put on your blue flowered trunks first." She happily moved into the bathroom. 

"Why do you have to go into the bathroom to dress? I just got through looking at all of you." 

"Kit, all women like to make an entrance and getting dressed is not nearly as appealing as being undressed by your man." 

"OK, if you say so." Kit answered as he slipped on the bright blue board shorts with a silver starfish print. "I really like these shorts and..." Kit was struck silent when Sofia walked out of the bath. 

The black flounce halter top had an oval cutout that dramatized Sofia's cleavage. The wide strap reaching around her neck showed her smooth toned shoulders and the black drape hung loosely almost to her navel. Around her hips a narrow bikini bottom rose only barely above her mound. Between the ruffle and the draped top, a light scattering of dark, curly pubic hair escaped. Her mound and labia were clearly defined beneath the thin material. 

"Well?" Sofia asked. She turned in a complete circle with the low riding briefs showing just a hint of her ass crack. "What do you think?" 

"I think I don't know where to look. No man is going to know where to look, but it won't be at your eyes. Your breasts and that cleavage are amazing. I want to crawl in that cutout and never come up. The bottom is pure sex. You can't really see anything, but you can imagine it all." 

"It is a very clever design. It provides some support for a larger bosom like mine and hides it under the flounce. But I am afraid I need a visit to the salon before I wear the bottoms. It is just a few hairs too much." 

"Let me do it." 

"Kit, that is pretty delicate territory for ladies. I think I would rather have someone more experienced." 

"I've done it. More than once, actually. Don't cheat me out of the pleasure. Please." 

"Maybe after we get to Galveston." 

"I'll take that as a promise. You really look fantastic." 

"For an old broad, you mean." 

"No, I don't mean that and quit putting yourself down. You look like a woman I will be proud to partner and escort everywhere from the ballroom to the beach." 

The sincerity of Kit's declaration made Sofia blush. "Thank you, Kit. You don't look too bad yourself. I really like the little panties in those shorts." 

"Sofia, they are not panties. They are called a mesh brief and they give a guy some support and a bit more modesty." 

"I hadn't noticed a great deal of modesty in your behavior up to now." 

"Sofia, it depends on who is looking. You can't catch any fish if you don't have some bait." 

"Do you think you have caught me, Kit?" 

"No. We are just learning to be friends. We have enjoyed each other, but we haven't reached a point of really trusting yet. I hope we can get there this weekend. I will try to be whatever you need me to be. Perhaps the trust and friendship will come." 

"Some woman is going to be very lucky when she wins you." 

"I just hope you feel lucky after the weekend and don't say, "Wow, what a mistake!" 

Sofia turned back to the bathroom to hide the surge of lust she felt for the tall blonde boy. "Put on your Speedo and I'll show you my really sexy suit." 

"If it is sexier than these, it will kill me dead." 

Kit reluctantly pulled off the board shorts and picked up the miniscule yellow suit. It had a black elastic band that fit low across his belly and well below the beginning of his ass. Beneath that the thinnest yellow material provided a hardly sufficient pouch for his genitals. Elastic around the high cut legs held his package in place. Feeling more naked than he had when he was naked, Kit arranged his cock horizontally to the left. He was still adjusting when he heard footsteps coming toward him. When he looked up, his mouth fell open. 

Sofia stood before him in three tiny white triangles of silky looking cloth held together with white braided string. One white string ran around her waist and through the broad part of a triangle, which was only about one inch wide, tapered to nothing between her legs. Another white string circled her chest below her breasts with two attached triangles that were only wide enough to cover her nipples as they narrowed into a halter top, Kit stood there and held up his index finger and made a circling motion. When Sofia turned her back, Kit could only see strings, two tied at the nape of her neck, one circled her back into another bowknot, a waist string rested above the jut of her firm buns, and a single string led down from the waist to disappear in her ass crack. 

"It's made in Australia, and when it gets wet, it basically becomes transparent. The idea is that you wear it only for your lover or if you are an exhibitionist." Sofia smiled, "But look at you!" 

The sight of Sofia's body displayed so alluringly had had the typical result in Kit's Speedo. As he grew harder, the yellow pouch strained more and more to hold him in until the head of his prick popped out of the left leg hole. Sofia squealed in glee and stepped forward to stroke the covered and uncover length of Kit's erection. 

"The poor little thing, being strangled by this yellow monster." Sofia slipped her thumbs into Kit's waistband and pushed his insufficient covering to his ankles. Freed from confinement, Kit's cock swayed and slapped Sofia's face as she stood back up. She reached both hands to apply her putter grip and begin slowly pumping. 

Kit reached behind her and untied the neck and chest strings allowing the top to fall to the floor. Sofia's breasts felt swollen with arousal and she shook her breasts back and forth brushing the nipples against Kit. 

Kit pushed the waist string down over her hips and as he bent over took her right nipple in his mouth. His right hand clutched her left ass cheek and he pulled her to him and then slid his fingers where the thong string had been moment before. 

"Did you mean it? What you said about your face and a place for me...or was that a joke?" Sofia asked. 

Kit straightened up and placing his hands on Sofia's face, tilted her up for a kiss. Her mouth opened to him as his tongue raped and plundered her mouth. He nibbled on her lips, and then he sucked her swollen bottom lip into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue. 

Sofia stood there submissive as he took her lips as they had never been taken. He turned away and walked over to the bed and lay there naked. His cock stretched rampant up his stomach. He reached down to stroke his penis lightly. Sofia was unsure what she should do. She felt totally undone; she needed him to give her directions. 

"Come here, Sofia. You need to sit down." Kit grinned at her. 

"I certainly do, but how?...where do I?" 

Kit settled himself flat on his back in the middle of the bed. "Come up here and straddle my head." 

As Sofia crawled onto the bed, she said, "But, Kit, I am..."She hesitated. 

"Wet, aroused, smelly...I know and I can't wait to taste you. Come here." 

When Sofia lifted her leg to center Kit's face beneath her, she was almost overwhelmed by embarrassment and shock at her own behavior. Perhaps she was the slut that Primo always said she was. It seemed impossible that Sofia Seguin Arredondo was exposing her most private parts to a young man she had only met after lunch. How had she reached this point; she felt the tender flesh on her inner thighs and pussy tremble as Kit reached up to take an ass cheek in each hand. He opened her up as he pulled himself into position to lightly blow warm moist air across her cunt and asshole. The sensation was exotic. 

"Stay on your hands and knees for the moment." 

Her heavy breasts hung above his head. She felt his hair brushing her thighs as he lifted his head and took one of her swollen labia in his mouth. Kit licked the engorged tissue and biting down softly tugged and stretched one side of Sofia's snatch as he moved from front to back. When he reached the back part of her slit, she was shocked when his hands opened her ass and his tongue swiped vigorously over her anus. Her inner thighs and crotch began to tremble in excitement. 




Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 01



Sofia briefly squealed as Kit moved his mouth back up toward the front of her slit. Tonguing and nibbling the now welcoming pussy brought her juices down to flood Kit's face. As he shifted his attack to her flowering snatch and from front to back, Kit cleared her fluids. 

Sofia felt the beginning of her orgasm and began rocking her hips and widening her knees to get closer to the young man driving her insane. Kit felt her reactions and pulling his mouth away said, "Sit up, Sofia." 

When she did, her cunt was pressed harder against Kit's mouth. He reached both arms up to grasp her tits and began to tug and pull on her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. Sofia's motions against Kit's lips became more agitated as she neared her peak. Kit raised his mouth to the top of her slit and inhaled her untouched clit. While sucking on it to make it move in and out of his lips, his tongue slashed it every time it extended into his mouth. 

Sofia exploded. Her hips drove her cunt and clit against Kit's face. He fought back with a lashing tongue and hands that drove her sensitive breasts to new heights. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, but she was actually quickly satiated. Her high keening shrieks muted to a moan as she curled herself around Kit's head. He softly kissed her bruised and swollen tissues. 

After a time Sofia summoned enough energy to speak. "Oh, my, my, my. I am so glad that you have a face." In her euphoric state, it did not seem unusual to hear him break into laughter beneath her naked ass. "But, Kit, you got left out again and from the looks of you in that Speedo you were certainly ready." 

"Turn around, Sofia." 

Sofia twisted around to look back at Kit's body. His beautiful penis drooled fluid onto his belly. She reached a hand back. 

"No, Sofia. Not like that. Did you ever shoot a 69?" 

"Sure, many time. My lowest round in pro competition was 65 at Laurel Valley in "52." 

"OK, straddle my face looking down my body and I think we can manage a 69 together right here in this bed." 

"Oh, I see," she giggled. "I bet you're right."



Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 02



San Antonio, 7:30 AM, Thursday 

Kit woke to a gentle tapping on his door and a feminine voice saying, "Senor Keet, Senor Keet, Senora Sofia says you get dressed for breakfast now. Senor Keet, can you hear me?" The tapping continued and the voice repeated itself. 

"Yes, I hear you. I'm awake. I'll be in when I get dressed. Thank you. Go away." Kit rolled over in the rumpled sheets and remembered the night. He was as naked as when Sofia left him to return to her bed. Her sense of decorum would not allow her to stay the whole night, but the night of oral pleasure had been a wonderland of surprises. 

First, Sofia had wrapped her magnificent tits around his dick and while he held the abundant flesh around his shaft, she sucked and licked the head to completion. After he showed her that his face was indeed a wondrous place for a horny woman to sit, he told her to turn around to face his feet for a 69 session. 

Kit chortled again at the memory of their discovery of a fundamental problem. Sofia had gladly turned to face his cock. Her luscious ass hovered over Kit's face as he reached to open her ass and begin a through tongue lashing of her lower parts from her crinkled asshole to the front of her pussy. Her round clit was hard again as she sought another release and her abundant fluids bathed his cheeks. After thoroughly wetting her anus with saliva, Kit had begun working it with his fingertips. First, just an index finger rubbing over the top as his tongue and mouth licked and nibbled her labia. When her clit was strummed, her ass began to pulsate in time with her thrusts as she began to hunch against Kit's face. Through her thighs around his head, he heard Sofia's voice. 

"Kit, Kit, I can't reach you." 

Kit had been so intent on satisfying Sofia that he had not really noticed that she had only used her hands on him. Kit knew that some women preferred that one of the partners remain passive and receive the ministrations of the active partner even though they remained in the classic yin/yang position. He has assumed that Sofia was waiting until after she was sated to begin work on him. He pushed up on her firm, mature ass so that he could see. 

Between her thighs and through her thick pubic puff, he saw that Sofia had both hands wrapped around his pole and was stretching her neck to try to reach his cock. It was hard as a rock and red with lust. When Kit hunched toward Sofia's face, her thick lips and hungry tongue gobbled him down until Kit's spine straightened and pulled away from her.. 

Kit solved the problem by simply pushing on Sofia's butt until she slid down his body to inhale him. As she began to work his dick deeper into her throat, Kit moved his right hand between her legs and slid his thumb as deep as it could go in her wet gash. His index finger curled around her clit and he began serious manipulation of her clit and g-spot. He pushed deeply into her with his thumb and then pulled back with his finger strumming her button. His left hand moved atop her hips and he began massaging her asshole with his thumb. 

. 

Sofia had received these attentions gratefully and her ass was beginning to tremble with the onset of her orgasm. She had completely swallowed Kit's prick and her throat massaged his length as she went deep. When she pulled back, her tongue came into play and combined with her suction had Kit on the edge of exploding. When she reached down to slip a finger inside him to massage his prostate, the dam burst. She swallowed him deep and milked him into her pulsating throat. 

Meanwhile Kit's talented long fingers had brought her to a spastic shuddering climax. She widened her knees so that she could bash her cunt against Kit's chest and his right hand beneath her. His left thumb slipped one knuckle deep into her ass and he sawed his two thumbs alternately into her hot holes. As Kit's ejaculation slowed and stopped, Sofia pulled her face back and gasped, "AAAAHHHH! AAAAHHHH! More, Kit, More!" 

Kit responded by pinching with his right thumb which was resting on Sofia's g-spot and his index finger on her clit. Squeezing firmly, he roughly shook her trembling ass side to side. At the same time, he plunged his left thumb fully into Sofia's rectum spreading her anus with the width of the base of his thumb. 

Sofia keened loudly, "EEEEEEE! EEEEEEE!" and collapsed on Kit's chest and belly. Her hand moved to grasp his flaccid cock and pull it into her mouth where she gently nursed like a baby on the breast. 

The memory of their passion had reawakened Kit's pecker, and he stretched and kicked off the covers as he smiled and reached down to gently stroke the old friend standing to greet him. The door to the bedroom swung open and Sofia marched in to stand by the bed. 

"Doesn't that thing ever get tired? I thought I should feed you breakfast to keep your strength up, but you seem to be holding up pretty well." She smiled and nodded at his crotch. 

Kit smiled at the lovely sight of Sofia Seguin Arredondo in tight red shorts and a red and white diagonally striped top. The top was tied over each shoulder with red cords and the elasticized top circled under her arms and above her breasts. Those mounds stood firmly out to hold the body of the blouse away from her stomach. The bottom of the blouse ended about her navel. She looked so good that his erection began to harden even more. 

"What do you think, ladies, does he need to have his breakfast to stay strong?" 

For the first time, Kit looked beyond Sofia to see the ladies of the house crowding outside the door and peeping in at him. He quickly grabbed the covers and hid his lower body. The giggles coming from the hall changed into full fledged shrieks of laughter. Sofia turned and waved them away, "Go on now, back to work; you all got your peek at Senor Morgan. We will come to breakfast shortly." 

Sofia laughed at Kit's wild-eyed look of sleepy confused indignation. "Get out of the bed, lazybones. You need to take a shower and dress for the trip." She flipped the cover off Kit to reveal that his proud erection had retreated in the face of overwhelming female observation. She grinned and motioned toward his cock, "Did all those women intimidate you?" 

"Sofia..." Kit began. 

"Most of those ladies grew up in small houses where modesty was impossible. They have been looking at their men folk all their lives. But now they will know that the Senora does not exaggerate about her young man. You just picked up several status points with that stiff thing. Now get up and shower." 

"Give me a kiss first," Kit wheedled, reluctant to leave the soft bed. 

Sofia crawled onto the bed to lean over for a quick peck on Kit's lips. When his hand slipped under the bottom of her top to cup and caresses her breast, Sofia moved backward and began kissing down his chest all the way to his reawakening prick. With a quick kiss on its head, she backed off the bed. 

"Now get up! No more for you until Galveston. We have hours on the road and I would like to get there in time to warm up for the scramble at five o'clock." 

"What scramble are you...?" 

Sofia cut off Kit's question, "Not now. We have 4 or 5 hours in the car for me to give you the itinerary. Up you go." Sofia caught and pulled Kit's hands and helped boost him out of bed. She pulled him into the bathroom and pushed him naked into the shower stall. "Don't you come out until you smell less like sex," she laughed as she went out the door. 

Kit showered and shaved quickly and walked naked into the bedroom drying his hair to find Sofia watching Lydia fold Kit's casual clothes and place them in a new Louis Vuitton suitcase. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and asked, "Where is my duffle bag?" 

"That would never do for a rich lady's toy boy. Here, get dressed in these clothes I have laid out for you." Sofia motioned to a chair with one of the new pairs of shorts and one of his old t-shirts. 

Kit held up a bright red pair of silk bikini briefs with one finger. "Where are my boxers?" 

"Oh, they are all packed up, and anyway, Lydia and I think you will look really cute in those." Sofia's grin was accompanied by a snicker of the busy Lydia. Kit fell back upon his standard operating procedure when faced with any problem involving females. He caved. 

"Yes, ma'am." He picked up the clothes and started back to the bathroom to dress. 

Sofia said, "Dress here, silly. It's all steamy in there and anyway this is Lydia's last chance to get a peek." 

"Yes, ma'am." Kit turned his back and dropping the towel, climbed into the red briefs. His shrunken cock fit easily enough and the briefs were surprisingly comfortable though the silk brought memories of other silken knickers. He pulled on the shorts and the shirt loose over the shorts. Sofia appeared out of the bathroom with a brush and motioning him to bend over, brushed his hair into order. When she was satisfied with his looks, Sofia hooked a hand behind his head and gave him a soft lingering kiss. "I won't be so bossy all weekend. Put on your huaraches and let's eat." 

"I'm starving. What's for breakfast/" Kit asked as Sofia led him back across the courtyard to the dining room. 

"I had migas." Sofia said, "But Josefina did not know if you liked them so there are also biscuits, gravy, ham, bacon, and toast on the sideboard. Fruit, coffee, and tea are on the table. Help yourself." 

"What are migas?" Kit asked. 

"I guess you could say they are Tex-Mex scrambled eggs with tomatoes, onions, peppers, cheese, and fried tortillas mixed in. You can eat them with a fork or rolled in a flour tortilla." 

Kit took a small portion of the dish and moved to the table where he added some fruit to his plate. After one bite of the spicy dish, he quickly got up and went back to the sideboard to heap his plate with the migas. He returned to the table and began to apply himself seriously to his meal. The peppers mixed with the eggs caused Kit's eyes to water and his nose to run. He wiped his eyes with his napkin and sniffed frequently, but his consumption did not slow. 

"Kit, you seem to like Josefina's migas. Do you want something to drink with them?" 

"Yes, milk please. Sofia these are wonderful. Will you marry me so I can have them every morning?" 

"No, I won't marry you, you are far too young for me," she laughed. "Josefina, bring Kit a glass of milk and come watch a man enjoy your cooking." 

"If you won't marry me, will you adopt me? Maybe Josefina wants a young gringo for a husband. I'll do anything to get these regularly." 

"If you ask, I am sure Josefina will show you how to make them for yourself. Here is your milk and the chef of your dreams." 

Kit stood to take the milk from the round grey-haired cook. He placed the glass on the table and taking both of her hands, he covered them with loud smacking kisses. The chubby woman giggled and said to Sofia. *"Maybe I will steal your pretty baby away, senora."* Both women collapsed with laughter as Kit continued to hold Josefina's hands and beam at her. 

"Turn my cook loose, Kit, and finish your meal. We have to get on the road." 

"OK, I have to pack and we have to go by the country club to pick up our clubs." 

"That is all done. Lydia pressed and packed your clothes and Jose picked up both sets of our clubs. They are in your car so we can go straight to the course when we get to Galveston." 

"No time for a walk on the beach when we check into the hotel?" 

"We will already be checked in when we leave the golf course. Maybe a walk on the beach in the moonlight after the first Calcutta." 

"First Calcutta? What are..." 

"Don't talk, just eat. I'll explain in the car on the way." 

Kit quickly finished his second plate of the delicious Tex-Mex breakfast dish while Sofia and Josefina chatted in Spanish and smiled their approval. When he finished, he stood and walked to Josefina. Taking her hands again, he asked, "When I come back, will you be waiting for me?' 

"Yes, of course, mi amore!" Josefina turned to Sofia, *"Senora, do not wear him out so there is nothing left for me." * Both women collapsed again in laughter. 

Kit followed Sofia out the hall past the still frowning Urbano to the driveway. Jose and Hortensia waited beside the cars. Sofia said, "Jose, you and Hortensia lead in Kit's car since you probably know the roads best. We will follow in the Caddy. If you need to stop, just pull over and we will follow. If we need to stop, Kit can flash his lights at you. Any questions?" 

Kit opened the passenger door for Sofia and hurried to the driver's seat. After moving the seat back to give his long legs some room, he looked over the controls of the luxury car. Everything was automatic. Kit followed Joe out the driveway and south through downtown to the new interstate highway 10 that headed east to Houston. Once they were outside of town at cruising speed, Kit asked, "OK, now tell me what you meant about a scramble today and about a first calcutta." 

"The tournament unofficially begins today," Sofia said. "It is a Guys and Dolls tournament, each team made up of a man and a woman, and there are always 18 teams. At five today, there will be a nine hole scramble with nine teams of four players each. Everyone puts in $10 and it is winner take all. In case of a tie, there is a closest to the hole chip off for the winner. After the scramble, everyone adjourns to the bar for a buffet and the first calcutta. The scramble gives everyone a chance to look the other players over for the calcutta." 

Kit said, "I know a calcutta is a way to gamble like an auction of the competing teams, but why is this the first? Is there a second?" 

"This is one of the main ways we raise money for the foundation. Usually the calcutta pool is split three or four ways by percentage. Here the foundation automatically gets fifty percent of the calcutta pool and the rest is split 67% and 33% to the winning and second place teams. The foundation money is split half and half between scholarships and lobbying for political causes in Texas. Everything tonight is very informal, but tomorrow after the first day of the tournament, there will be a formal dinner and dance in the Galvez ballroom. There will be another calcutta and the bidding will be higher with the same splits as tonight." 

"Sofia, I don't even know the format for the tournament." 

"That is unusual too, Kit. Tomorrow morning we will play the first nine holes better ball. That is the easiest format and lets everyone warm up. After lunch the teams will be resorted by scores and we will play nine more holes alternate shot, which is the hardest format. This can lead to some outrageous scores, but everyone has a maximum of nine on any one hole." 

"Wow! That is neat and should lead to some wild fluctuations in scoring after the first day." Kit grinned. 

Sofia continued, "The last day, Sunday, is all four ball. Everyone plays the morning nine holes for score, but only the top four teams play Sunday afternoon in best ball match play. They play a nine hole semifinal and a nine hole final. This lets everyone watch the action or go home if they have had enough. The prize money is $2,000 to the winner and $1,000 to second. The other entry money goes to pay expenses and the foundation." 

"How much is the entry fee?" 

"Two thousand for each team." 

"So if you win, you get your entry money back plus some calcutta money. Sofia, I am in over my head." 

"Don't worry about it, I have paid everything; it is like a donation to the foundation for me. Plus everyone gets to have more fun than just writing out a check." 

"That brings me to my other question. What do you want of me this weekend? Yesterday, you said you wanted a golf partner and a co-conspirator in your revenge and perhaps a friend. After last night, what do you want of me? Do you want to win the golf tournament? Do you want to flaunt me at your ex? Do you want a lover? " 

Sofia fell silent as she considered Kit's question. The heavy car glided on in the wake of Kit's Camaro. Finally, she looked at the tall young man behind the wheel with new respect. 

"Perhaps, I didn't think this out as fully as I should. It seemed a good joke to play on Primo and his big blonde. I would be the cheerful divorcee having a light-hearted fling with someone as different from Primo as is possible. Last night was not part of a plan. I meant you no disrespect. I drank too much, and I have had no male companionship in almost two years. I found you interesting and fun and with the tequila I never found a place to stop. Perhaps today in the bright light of day and with a middle aged woman beside you, you wish I had found that stopping place." 

The silence grew as Sofia looked down at her hands twisting in her lap. She remembered the freedom and joy she felt last night in the hands of the tequila and Kit. She finally spoke again, "I guess I want to pretend that I am happily over the divorce. Winning the tournament is not important, but showing that we are having a great time is vital. I was so embarrassed and ashamed that Primo would show the world his puta with no regard for me or the children or my family. I want you to pretend to be besotted with me and I with you, not for my money, but for me, myself... Oh, God, that is so pitiful." 

Kit listened carefully and did not answer at once. Sofia began to think he was going to back out completely when he said, "I don't like your plan. I don't like to pretend. Here is my plan—from this moment we will stop pretending. Starting now we go on as friends and lovers out on a lark. We don't worry about Primo or his blonde bombshell. We don't worry about winning the tournament. We only worry about enjoying the city and the food and the company. Remember you promised me seafood and golf at the oldest course in Texas and I get to shave your pubes so that it doesn't look like you are wearing a fur bikini." 

Sofia heart leaped as her emotions soared. She scooted across the leather bench seat to Kit and turned onto her knees facing him. With both arms around his neck, she rained kisses on his cheeks and neck. 

"Yes, yes, friends. Kit, I am not sure that I have ever had a man friend; I may not know how to do that. I have had a father, and uncles, and brothers, and a husband, but maybe not a friend. We would just be friends out for a good time. Oh, Kit, I will get to take some time off from being poor Senora Arredondo, abandoned wife and mother sulking in her closet. I will be Sofia Seguin, as I would have wanted her to be twenty years ago, fun and adventurous." 

"Weren't you those things, Sofia? Before you were married?" 

"No, I was so serious. I hit golf balls hours at a time. I was the dutiful daughter, then the quiet, obedient wife, and then the responsible mother, There was always someone to tell me how I should behave." 

"OK, that's my job now. The first thing I am going to tell you is to put on that last swimsuit that looks like tissue paper. I need to be inspired before I get my razor out." 

"Kit, I am not sure about your using a razor on my delicate lady parts." 

"You will be in good hands." Kit practiced his Groucho Marx leer at Sofia complete with jumping eye brows. "I have every reason to be careful; I promise to be very cautious and very complete. Is this your town coming up?" The road sign said Next Exit, Seguin, Texas. 

"Not my town, but named for my several times great grandfather, Juan Seguin, from the Texas Revolution. He fought against the Mexican government and Santa Anna to help establish a democratic republic in Texas." 

"He must have been a hero to have a town named for him." 

"At times he was thought so, but at other times he was regarded as a traitor and had to run back across the Rio Bravo to keep the Anglos off his butt." 




Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 02



"So what was he really then, Sofia?" 

"He was a man, Kit. A man with strengths and failings like everyone else. Like you and like me. Enough of the serious talk, we are friends on a road trip. Let's talk about golf. I will tell you about the golf course." 

"No need for that, Sofia. I have played there. The Texas State Junior Amateur five years ago. I made it through the medal rounds and lost in the semifinals to some little blonde kid from Austin named Crenshaw. He relieved me of fifty dollars on a side bet too." 

"So you have played about four rounds on the course. Do you remember it well?" 

"Actually, Mom took me down two weeks before and I played at least eighteen holes Monday through Friday. I remember the course very well. Not too long, but as you would expect on an island, lots of sand and water." 

Sofia laughed, "With your swing, how did you manage to avoid the big numbers to get to the match play?" 

"Mr. Rinehart took my driver away. He threatened to take my 3-wood away if I went in the water too much. I think there in only one hole where there is no water in play." 

Sofia howled with laughter and Kit grinned sheepishly as he watched her breasts shake. She said, "I won't take your driver away; we are going to have fun and take risks and be friends." She fell quiet when she saw where he was looking and reached over to put her hand on Kit's arm. "I need to talk to you about last night. I am not what you saw last night. I had too much to drink and I had been too long without a man whose company excited me. I am really a very serious person and not the elderly party girl throwing myself at you. I never have three shots of tequila in one night. So, you know... You don't have to feel that you have to continue with me-that way." 

Kit was confused. He wasn't sure if the sexy Latina was telling him that she had been drunk and now she was off limits or if he was being fired or what???? He assumed his fallback position with dealing with women—the less he said, the less trouble he got in. The silence in the big car grew 

Finally, Sofia could stand it no longer. If Kit found the light of day exposed her as too old and too thick, she had to know. She looked down as she said softly, "What do you want, Kit?" 

Jarred out of his silence by Sofia's question, Kit answered honestly and plainly, "What do I want? Sofia, I want you. I want your black eyes smiling a shining welcome when I walk toward you. I want those luscious lips to kiss and tease and caress. I want find out if those amazing breasts can thrill me over and over. I want all of you. I want to hear your thin squeal when you find your passion and I want the pleasure of holding you as we sleep. I haven't thought of anything else all morning. I am hard as a rock as you can well see." 

For the first time, Sofia realized that Kit had a sizable lump down the leg of his new shorts. She moved closer across the leather bench seat and placed her hand on the hard cylinder inside of Kit's bermudas. She sighed in relief as she felt her insecurities melt away in the indisputable evidence of his attraction. 

"How can you drive with that?" she asked. 

"It is distracting." 

"I could take care of it for you, if you want" Sofia purred as she stroked over the linen-covered rod. 

"Oh, God, Sofia, I'll have a wreck." 

"The new interstate highway is four lanes and straight as a--well, straight as a hard dick. But if you don't want to..." 

"I can't think of a better way to go to heaven," Kit sighed.. 

Sofia unzipped Kit's shorts and reached inside. After a brief wrestling match, she said, "Primo would just stick up through the fly, but you're too long. You're going to have to pull these shorts down." Amid much snickering, Sofia unbuckled Kit's belt and released the waistband of his shorts. He rose up briefly as she slipped his shorts and the red silk underwear down to the middle of his thighs. Kit's cock reared proudly up as he moved the power seat back to give her more room to work. 

"I think he's glad to see me." Sofia twinkled as she bent to the business at hand. Her left hand gripped the base of Kit's eight inches and her right hand gathered his scrotum with her thumb and forefinger encircling the base of the sack. She blew lightly on the head before licking the pre-cum fluid with broad swipe of her tongue. Her thick lips covered the head and as she applied suction, her tongue swirled around the sensitive glans. 

"OOOOOOHHHH! That's amazing, Sofia, I'm going to..." 

"No you're not," she said as she squeezed and pulled down on his balls with a right hand strengthened by hitting uncounted golf balls. "You will wait until I'm ready, my toy boy." 

Sofia released the pressure on Kit's scrotum and inhaling his dick again, began a fast head bob as she worked his cock against the back of her throat. Her left hand moved in a matching rhythm as she worked his sensitivity again to the bursting point. 

"AHH!, AHH!" Kit gasped as he tried to keep the Caddy rolling smoothly down the four-land highway. Luckily there was very little traffic. 

"Not yet, Baby," purred Sofia as she again squeezed away the contractions of her young lover. "Next time, I promise, Mama will turn you loose." 

"Please, Sofia, I am so sensitive, I think I..." Kit quieted as Sofia climbed onto her knees and swallowed his cock all the way to the short hairs. Her right hand released his scrotum and slid beneath his ass to rub his asshole with her middle finger. Sofia's throat continued the full length massage as Kit's frustrated spasm exploded—once, twice, three times the fluid spurted into her welcoming throat. As she pulled back, smaller jets dropped dollops of sperm on her tongue and in her mouth. Sofia lay on her side facing Kit with his slackening dick cradled within her soft lips. She gently sucked out the last drops of his spend, leaving him clean and almost dry. 

Sofia rolled on her back with her head on Kit's naked thigh. "Are you better now, sweetie?" 

"Oh, yes, but you got left out of the deal, didn't you?" 

"Yes, but I'm OK with that if you are happy." 

"If I had gotten any happier, the Caddy would be wrecked all over this part of Texas." Kit reached with his right hand to the bottom of Sofia's blouse. He slid his hand up under the material to cup her left breast on top of her bra. The nipple felt like a solid marble as he rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger. Sofia smiled as he stroked down her mature belly and then back up to grasp the right breast. Seizing the nipple, he pulled up and shook the meaty tit. Sofia's smiling lips parted with a breathy "Ooooooh! Yes!" 

"Do you think you can come if I only touch your breasts?" Kit asked. 

"I think so—I have before, but it takes time and I am embarrassed to talk about it." 

"If Primo took the time to do..." 

"Primo didn't; he was never concerned with my pleasure." 

"Then I am jealous of whoever got to love these tatas before me." 

"That's why I am embarrassed, Kit, there was no one else, just me." 

"Sofia, you shouldn't be embarrassed about pleasuring yourself. Everyone does it, no big deal." 

"But there is something else...the thing that would put me over the top was, oh, I am already so embarrassed I might as well say it, it was when it hurt a little." 

"Wow, you mean you get off on pain?" 

"No, it is more like I get to a point where I need just a bit more than regular stimulation. I need a trigger that being rough provides. Now I am mortified at telling you this." 

"You shouldn't be Sofia. We are friends, right? Friends tell each other things because they know that a friend won't use it to hurt you. I'll make a deal with you—I'll tell you exactly what I want you to do for me and you tell me exactly what you want me to do for you. We both will be open to any suggestion, but still have the right to say no." 

"I can do that, I think, Kit. It seems strange to put more trust in a man I didn't know until yesterday than in my bastard husband of 14 years." 

"You trusted me not to wreck your car while giving me the best blow job in South Texas. Let's try again." 

"What do you want?" 

"Take off your bra, shorts, and panties, and lie back down on your back with your head on my leg." 

"What are you going to do?" 

"Not what I am going to do—it is what we are going to do. We are going to see if I can do with one hand what Primo wouldn't do with two." 

Sofia chuckled as she sat up and quickly stripped off her shorts and panties. She reached behind to unhook her bra and asked, "My blouse, too?" 

"Nope," said Kit, "it makes you look even sexier." 

Sofia lay back down with her head on Kit's bare thigh. She felt his leg tense beneath her head and she turned her head to kiss him lightly. Kit reached beneath the red and white top to cup the breast that more than filled his hand. He squeezed the flesh and brushed the erect nipple on the fabric that covered it. When he squeezed harder, Sofia moaned and nodded with her eyes closed. 

Kit released the engorged tit and stroked down her belly toward her crotch. When he reached her pubes, he lifted his hand from her skin and caught a handful of her pubic tuft. He gently pulled and tugged in a circular motion. 

Sofia's mouth flew open, "Oh, God, that's wonderful. But you weren't going to touch me there." 

"I'm only touching the hair—that doesn't count. Relax and enjoy. I am the captain of this boat." 

"Well, the little man in the boat says, 'don't wreck this boat.' " 

"If I do wreck it, we will have messed up my mother's rule about wearing clean underwear in case you have a wreck. Yours are on the \floorboard and mine are half way down my thighs." 

Sofia giggled again as Kit considered the difference in the mature pussies he had seen. His mother's slit was narrow and had seemed to reach almost to her navel, resting more forward and higher than normal. Theda's was framed by a tremendous mound that swelled greatly during arousal. Her thick labia flowered and opened in her lust to reveal a deep cleft holding a magnificent two inch long clit at the top. Sofia's cunt lay hidden in the wide valley between her legs. He remembered from the night before that her clit was a dime sized flat bump. Her tiny waist flowed into bounteous hips with toned thighs set wide on her pelvis. Kit thought that he could probably cup her sex without touching either thigh. He found it an open and inviting place to visit.  

As Kit released Sofia's pubes, his hand slid back up to firmly grasp her right breast. His thumb and forefinger roughly pinched as he shook her right side briskly. 

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes, Kit, like that." Sofia gasped; her hands began creeping down her hips toward her crotch. Kit released her tit and slapped her hands. 

"Don't touch yourself. That is mine. Put your hands under your ass." 

Kit waited to see what Sofia's reaction would be. She slowly moved both hands under her hips and lay trembling on the leather seat. The smell of her arousal filled the car and Kit's recently emptied cock began to regain its fullness. 

Sofia felt the growth of Kit's erection on her left cheek. She turned her head to apply her lips to the rising pole. Kit reached roughly under her blouse and gathered both breasts in his right hand. Catching both hard nipples, he began to squeeze and shake Sofia's mountains. He pressed down, flattening her on her back and then pulled up on both nipples until her breasts were stretched and elongated. 

Sofia's hips began pumping and her thighs twisting and rubbing against each other. "Kit, I'm close, I'm close, don't quit, just a bit more." The writhing woman's whine signaled that she was on the brink. 

As Sofia was hung there not quite able to reach completion, Kit said, "Spread your knees and pump your ass." 

Sofia immediately obeyed. Her feet pressed the seat and her hands helped hold her ass up as she desperately hunched the open air. Kit lifted his hand from her breasts and spanked her firmly on her clit. Each time she pumped, he gave her another sharp blow. 

Sofia exploded. Her hands came from under her butt to grasp her nipples. She pulled and tugged to her own satisfaction. Her climax rolled from her crotch to her breasts and back down her ass into her shaking thighs, the sensations filled her consciousness as each hunch of her crotch was met with a slap directly on her clit. The spasm seemed to go on and on until Kit caught her sex in the cup of his hand and pressed her down. 

"Enough, enough for now, lovely lady. We have to save some for later." 

Sofia slowly subsided. Her wet snatch lurched spasmodically against Kit's hand, He slipped his middle finger along her slit reaching almost to her anus. Sofia began to work her snatch more purposefully against Kit's hand. The libido that she had kept damped for years had surfaced and demanded attention. 

Kit pressed down to halt her movements. "Don't be greedy. For a staid matron and pillar of San Antonio society, you are turning out very adventurous." 

Sofia rolled on her right side and reached to catch Kit's now fully erect cock. Her lips covered the head and she began the sucking, tongue swirling action that he had previously enjoyed. She felt Kit's right hand pull her left leg back. He plunged his two middle fingers into her heated depths. His forefinger joined its two partners and he twisted the three back and forth in Sofia's dripping cunt. 

Sofia raised her thigh to give Kit access, but his hand left her and reached for her face. Grasping her firmly, he pulled her lips from his dick and pushed his wet fingers between Sofia's fat lips. 

"Suck your juices off of those before I have a wreck. We have a town coming up and Joe has signaled that he wants to stop. We want to have something to look forward to anyway, don't we?" 

At first Sofia did not answer. She only lay on Kit's naked thigh and tasted her juices from his fingers. She kissed his thigh and sat up. As she began pulling up her panties and shorts, she said, "I think every woman should have a road trip like this one, Kit. I don't want the fantasy to ever end." 

Joe pulled off the interstate at the next town, Columbus. He stopped at a strange looking drive-in restaurant built in an A-frame with a covered service area extending out toward the highway. The sign said What-a-burger. By the time Kit parked beside him, Hortencia was already heading inside toward the restroom. The Caddy was hardly still when Sofia was out following the other woman. Joe and Kit got out of their respective cars and stretched as they waited for the waitress. 

"I want to put the hammer down on your green bomb so bad. It handles like a dream, but I would really like to see what that motor can do." Joe grinned. 

"It is fun," Kit said. "When we are ready to go, tell Sofia that you need a pit stop after all and that you will catch up with us if we go ahead. But if you get a ticket, don't expect me to help." 

"That's a plan. You just follow the interstate to Sealy and turn south on Highway 36. Go to Rosenburg and turn east on 90 to Sugarland. You will hit highway 6 there which takes you straight to Galveston. I think I'll take as long as possible so I'll be able to give it a good run." 

The waitress took their orders, Dr. Peppers for Kit and Joe and ice tea with extra sugar for both women. When the women arrived, Kit excused himself to go to the restroom, but Joe said he was OK. They smiled conspiratorially as Kit left. When he came back the three were standing between the cars chatting and sipping their drinks. 

"I meant to pay for the drinks," Kit said. 

"I got it," said Sofia. "We'll tale about that when we get back on the road. Is everyone ready to go?" 

"I think I better head in for a pit stop after all," said Joe. "It's still a long way to that Stuckey's where we are going to trade cars." 

"We'll go ahead and you can catch up,: said Kit as he walked around to open Sofia's door. She stepped into the Caddy with raised eyebrows as Joe headed into the building. 

"Will you be OK until Joe gets back, Hortencia?" Kit asked. 

"I'll be fine," she replied. 

Kit started the big car and soon had it gliding smoothly down the divided highway. They rode in silence for several minutes before Sofia said, "OK, so what is the plan that you and Jose dreamed up?" 

Stunned into silence by the accuracy of Sofia's statement, Kit drove on for a a moment. "Why do you think we had any kind of a plan?" 

"Because you looked like two cookie thieves with chocolate on your faces saying, 'No, mama, we didn't get in the cookie jar.' " 

Kit drove on wondering why he was transparent to all the women in his life. Would this sorry state of affairs continue throughout his life or would at some time he understand the female mind as well as they understood his? He decided that he wasn't smart enough to figure the answer out at the present, so he might as well just tell the truth. 

"He wanted to see how the Camaro would handle at speed, so he is going to try it out when he catches up with us." 

"Why on earth would he need to know that? He is going to scare poor Hortencia out of her mind." 

"I guess it is a guy thing," said Kit. "Makes sense to me; I'd want to do the same thing." 

"Boys and their toys," Sofia sighed. She quoted: 

"The only difference 

In men and boys, 

Is the size of their cocks, 

And the cost of their toys." 

Kit decided that discretion was the better part of valor and did not question or challenge Sofia's thoughts. Probably time to change the subject: "Why is your family supporting pari-mutual wagering? Are they into gambling?" 

"It is not a sure thing that the foundation will support pari-mutuel wagering. Primo wants the family financial and political support in lobbying the legislature. The family is not so much into gambling so much as horses. My family has always had race horses, cow horses, dressage horses—even rodeo horses, at least barrel racing horses for a brief time before I took up golf." 

"I have a little difficulty seeing you as a cowgirl. How did you get into rodeo?" 

"The family has always had ranches between San Antonio and the border. When I was growing up, my father spent a great deal of time overseeing the oil and gas development so we lived there. My brothers and I lived horseback and it was an easy move from there to rodeo. Barrel racing was the only rodeo event for girls. I loved the horses and I loved the competition." 

"Were you any good?" 

"Yes, no false modesty here, I was. I was small and weighed practically nothing so I didn't hold the horse back. I could ride well and my father had money enough to buy me good horses. I think he enjoyed that I was regularly beating the white girls." 

"Why did you quit? It sounds like something you still love." 

"Guys don't understand that girls and women are even more competitive than men. I didn't fit in with most of the Anglo girls and I was winning too much, so I was a target for their sniping. That mostly just made me angry and compete harder, but one night the rodeo announcer introduced me as "Our cute little Mex barrel racer." I don't even remember making my run I was so damn mad, but when I got back to our trailer, my father met me there. I told him I was through with rodeo, to sell the horses. He only nodded. I cried all the way home." 

"I'm sorry, Sofia. I didn't mean to bring up old bad memories." 

"The next week, my mother and I moved back to the house in San Antonio. I was enrolled in private church school for girls. They set about making a lady out of me." 

"Whatever they did, it worked. You are a marvelous woman; I find you--dazzling." 

"Oooo, you do have a silver tongue. Are you trying to get on the good side of the old lady?" 

Sofia had been teasing and smiling as she spoke, but Kit's face became serious when he answered. "Sofia, we agreed to be friends. I don't manipulate my friends; I won't try to use you or deceive you. I do find you amazing and I hope we can enjoy each other without dwelling on our differences. Please quit putting yourself down and emphasizing how little we have in common." 




Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 02



The silence grew as the big car hurtled down the wonderful Texas highway system. The road to Rosenburg was very straight across the coastal prairie and farmland. There was not much scenery to look at, just miles and miles of Texas. Kit reached to turn on the radio and started searching for music. They were close enough to Houston to have a good selection. He stopped when he found The Doors blasting out, "Come on, baby, light my fire." When the song ended and the Rolliing Stones began "Let's spend the Night Together" Sofia reached up and turned down the sound to a whisper. 

"Kit, that is not music that is noise." 

"Find something that you like." 

Sofia twiddled the radio dial and soon Johnny Mathis was crooning something about "Chances Are." Englebert Humperdink followed with "Release Me", but when Ed Ames started "My Cup Runneth Over With Love", Kit could stand no more. "Sofia, that's not music, that droning." 

Sofia smiled as she started moving the tuner again. "Tell me when you hear something you can stand and maybe we can compromise, OK." 

"Sure," Kit replied. "Have you seen or heard the new country woman singer, Dolly Parton? She reminds me of you." 

"She must have big boobs," Sofia replied. 

"Got it in one," said Kit as they laughed, friends once again. 

They settled on a soul station and the Caddy covered the miles escorted by The Supremes, Aretha Franklin, and Otis Redding. On they went through Sugarland and turned south on Highway 6 toward Galveston. They both were enjoying the music and the company when a green bomb blew past them at least 20 miles per hour faster than the 70 Kit was driving. Its horn beeped as it sped past. 

"I think Joe caught up. Looks like he may be hurrying to that Stuckey's. Maybe Hortensia needs another pit stop." 

"More likely she soiled herself with him driving like that. I hope he gets a ticket and you just wait till I get my hands on him." Kit and Sofia watched the green Camaro grow smaller as it raced down the highway. Sofia reached for her purse and pulled out a fat envelope. She held it out to Kit. 

"What's that?" he asked. 

"Money," she said. "Women in my position do not pay for things, their men folk do. This is $3000 in hundreds. One thousand is yours; the other two thousand is for paying for meals and whatever you bid to buy us in the calcutta this evening. Every team is expected to bid at least $500 on themselves, but probably we won't cost more than $1000 today." 

"Sofia, no one will believe that I have that kind of money." 

"Maybe, maybe not. You have $800 worth of gold on your wrist and around your neck, you are wearing a Rolex, your clothes, golf clubs, and car are top rate, some of the people here will know who your dad is. And you are escorting the dazzling Sofia Seguin. Pretty good credentials in my book." 

"Well when you say it like that, I am pretty impressed with myself." 

Sofia hooted with laughter at them both. She thought, "I would love to have a man like him. If I were only twenty years younger--maybe even ten years younger, I might try to keep him for myself..." She said out loud, "It is coming up on noon. Are you hungry? We can eat before we get to the island, but I suggest we just trade cars and get something at the club." 

"You're the boss and the migas are holding up fine. I might get one of those pecan logs to snack on. Got to keep my strength up to for this afternoon. There is the Stuckey's." 

Kit pulled the Cadillac beside his Camaro. Joe and Hortensia were standing beside the car and Hortensia's cheeks were flushed and her eyes gleaming. "Oh, senora, the little green car flies like an eagle and Jose handles it wonderfully. I want to learn to drive so I can do this myself whenever I want." The young woman hooked her arm around Joe's arm and hugged her breast against him. 

"Scared to death, isn't she?" Kit said softly to Sofia. She slapped him lightly on the arm. 

"We will trade cars here. You take my car to the Galvez and check in. You each have a room reserved in your name and you can unpack mine and Kit's clothes in our suite. Then you are on your own until tomorrow morning. You might check the desk around 7:00 tonight in case I need to get you a message and you can call the club and leave a message for me if anything important comes up. You have your expense money? Good. Have a great time until breakfast." 

The two young people climbed in the Cadillac and started down the highway toward Galveston. After a few minutes, Joe began chuckling and then laughed out loud. 

"What are you laughing at?" Hortensia asked. 

"Smells like sex in here," said Joe. Both broke into delighted laughter for Sofia. 

Back at the Stuckey's, Kit and Sofia were strolling out of the building with a thick candy bar composed mostly of honey and pecans. Kit unwrapped it and after taking a bite offered it to Sofia. She bit off a small bite and nodded her approval. When she stopped chewing, Kit leaned over and kissed her. He briefly ran his tongue over her lush lips and stepped back. 

"You really taste good, Sofia," he said. 

"Do you intend to carry on this way all weekend? Smooching in public?" she asked in mock dismay. 

"I do indeed." Kit replied. 

They got in Kit's Camaro, and as he was adjusting the driver's seat and turning up the air conditioning, Sofia settled into the passenger seat. She looked around and sniffed, "It smells like sex in here," she said. 

Kit grinned, "You should explain to Joe that engaging in sex play in a moving vehicle is very dangerous. It can result in all sorts of stuff." 

"Stuff? What kinds of stuff?" Sofia asked. 

"Mostly wanting more of the same." Said Kit. 

The miles passed quickly and soon the Camaro was on the causeway approaching Galveston Island. Sofia said, "Why don't you just stay on this road, it turns into Broadway until it ends at Seawall Boulevard. Take a right and we can cruise down most of the length of the island. We will go by the Galvez on the way to the country club. You can check out the beach for any cute little sandy butts in bikinis." 

"I can't wait to see your cute little butt when we parade it down the beach after our barbering session. That black bikini bottom is so hot." 

"Don't you think of anything else?" 

"Well, sometime, like now, I think about food, as in lunch, as in how far is it to the dining room at the country club?" 

"Not far, just drive straight on down the seawall." 

The traffic moved slowly down the seawall giving Kit and Sofia time to eyeball the crowds on the sidewalks and on the beach. Many were dressed for maximum exposure and the acres of skin on display was amazing. Some were lovely, but unfortunately more were less so. Something about the beach seems to destroy people's judgment about what they should wear. In any case the Galveston beach provided a panorama of young and old, thin and fat, male and female in profusion. It was a wonderland for people watchers. 

Past the end of the seawall, they reached 12 Mile Road and turned into the Galveston Country Club. It is the oldest golf course in Texas and set on the north side of the narrow island looking at the West Bay. Kit pulled into a parking space and walked around to help Sofia from the car. She took his arm as they walked into the cool interior. 

"The dining room is this way," Sofia said as she caught Kit's hand and tugged him after her. They turned into and open double door and came face to face with another couple. The man was a short, swarthy man of middle age. He had strong shoulders under a blue blazer. From the sleeves, huge strong hands clenched into fists as he came to a stop. The woman was a tall blonde with big curly hair and heels which made her seem even taller. Kit's attention was immediately caught by the astounding cleavage showing through a pink V-neck sleeveless blouse. Beneath the blouse a pair of black toreador pants molded to her hips and thighs. Kit blinked as he took in the pronounced camel toe at her crotch. She was standing on black strappy sandals with at least four inch heels that were covered with sparkles. The two couples stood face to face for a moment 

. 

"Sofia," said the man. 

"Primo," said Sofia. 

"Who is your tall young man that you are leading around by the hand?" Primo asked with a smirk. 

Sofia's ingrained social correctness took over to make a formal introduction. "Primo Arredondo, may I present my friend and golf partner, Christopher Morgan. Kit, this is my ex-husband." 

*"Your blonde gigolo is a little young for you, isn't he, Sofia?"* Primo responded in Spanish. 

*"Your blonde whore is a little tall for you, isn't she, Primo?"* Sofia responded as her dark eyes flashed. 

*"Your toy boy is so tall that you hardly have to bend over to suck his dick and kiss his gringo ass."* 

*"He likes it that way, Primo. Is your nose big enough to fill that huge canyon I see between her legs?"* Sofia responded. 

Primo whirled to look at his companion. The soft material of the pants fully revealed her meaty labia. "Betty, you are exposing yourself!" he hissed with a motion toward her hips. 

Betty had been standing with a smile at the other couple expecting an introduction. At Primo's warning, she turned her toes and knees out as she bent over slightly to look at herself. "Oops," she said as she reached for her waistband and pulled up. This only tightened the material emphasizing the weighty cunt lips on display. "Uh oh," she continued as she grasped the material on her thighs and pulled the crotch of the pants downward to hide her slit. 

She raised her shoulders and grimaced in mild embarrassment. Kit snickered; Sofia rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling; and Primo turned a darker shade in fury. 

Kit broke the silence by saying, "It is a real pleasure to meet you, Mr. Arredondo. I always admired the way you rode when you were still young enough to compete. Miss Betty, I am Kit Morgan and very glad to see you." 

As Primo's complexion darkened still more, Betty answered, "Nice to meet you too. You're really cute and tall. I guess we will be seeing more of you over the weekend, but you could hardly see more of me, I guess." She giggled again as Primo grabbed her hand and towed her away down the hall in a tactical retreat. 

When the waitress motioned them toward a table, Kit draped his arm around Sofia's shoulder and hugged her briefly. "Are you OK?" he asked softly. 

Sofia wrapped her arm around Kit's waist and hugged him back. "You're not slow are you? You said, 'I am very glad to see you," with her cunt hanging out all over the place and 'when you were young enough to compete.' Oh, hell, Kit, I may fall in love with you yet; you are such good medicine for what ails me." 

Smiling at each other with totally fatuous grins, they sat down to lunch. 

After ordering lunch, salad for Sofia and club sandwich for Kit, Kit asked, "What's the schedule for the afternoon?" 

"After lunch, we will go to the pro shop to sign in. We can find out who is on our scramble teams and who we will be playing with tomorrow morning. Then we can get our gear out of the car and get a locker assigned for the weekend. Then we might load our clubs in a cart and drive the course. We won't play the back nine today so we might talk about how we are going to divide up the tee box tomorrow afternoon in the alternate shot. Then we can warm up on the range and visit with people until the scramble starts." 

"Sounds like you've got it all planned out. Won't we be on the same scramble team today?" 

"No, no one plays with their partner. It lets people meet more of the foundation supporters and keeps things on a more social, less competitive basis. Ron, the pro, tries to make all the teams fairly equal." 

They made a leisurely lunch that was frequently interrupted by Sofia's friends and relatives coming by to say hello and get a look at her new fellow. Kit said little and tried to remember the names and faces he would be seeing the next two days. As they were starting to rise from the table, a stocky Hispanic man of middle-age called out to them as he entered the room. "Sofia, wait a moment." 

Sofia's face lit up as she cried, "Juan!" She beamed as he enfolded her in a hug. "How is my oldest brother?" She squeezed his chest and buried her face in his Colonial Country Club golf shirt. 

"I am wonderful, baby sister, and so glad that you are here and out of that dungeon you have put yourself in." He turned to Kit. "I am John Seguin and if you are the reason Sofia has rejoined the world, I will be in your debt forever." His handshake was brisk and firm as he looked Kit up and down. 

Sofia placed a hand on each man as if to bond them. "Juan, allow me to introduce Kit Morgan from Huaco. He has consented to give up a weekend of his college summer to partner an old lady in the golf tournament. Our only disagreement in about 24 hours of acquaintance is his horrible choice in music." 

Kit smiled over Sofia's head as he replied, "Who wouldn't want to have a golf weekend in Galveston with a beautiful woman who has promised me some great seafood and prime accommodations, Mr. Seguin?" 

"Call me John, Kit. You father would be Don Morgan, the architect and developer? What is he doing now? I haven't heard anything from him in some time." 

*"Juan, don't be nosey, the relationship is difficult right now. You don't need to know everything about everyone. Don't you dare embarrass Kit!"* 

*O ho! The tigress roars to protect her cub!"* Seguin turned to Kit, "I have admired your father's vision and business acumen for years now. I would like to meet him and talk about the possibility of a combined effort. Please give him my compliments when you see him." 

"I will do that if I see him anytime soon." Kit replied. 

As Seguin raised his eyebrows in question, Sofia interrupted, "Enough of that. Did Denise come with you?" 

"No; the kids are at home and she does not enjoy golf. Margot came to partner me. She is at the hotel working on the arrangements for tomorrow night.. She will get here for her spot in the scramble. Your kids are in Mexico City with Mom and Dad?"  

"Yes. until time for school in September. I will go see them after the tournament, but I will be the classic fifth wheel. Mama and Papa prefer to have their grandchildren without hindrance of parents." 

"That is certainly correct. So you and Kit are staying in the penthouse at the Galvez." 

"The small suite, yes. I stayed with Kit's parents in Huaco when I was playing the Quality Check Classic. I am just returning the hospitality." The siblings smiled at each other in complete understanding. 

Seguin stood up. "Nice to meet you, Kit. I look forward to spending more time with a man who can put a smile and blush of happiness on my sister's face. She has been depressed too long by that son-of-a-bitch I saw in the parking lot. He will pay for what he has brought on my family...as will anyone who hurts my sister." He stared intently at Kit. 

"Juan..." Sofia began. 

"I must go to check on the buffet for after the scramble. Again, nice to meet you, Kit." 

As Juan Seguin walked away, Kit said, "It is nice to have his stamp of approval, but I don't think I have ever been threatened in such a civilized manner. As an only child, I think I envy your relationship with your brother." 

Sofia led the way into the pro shop. When she entered the spacious room, a distinguished older gentleman left his office to greet her. "Mrs. Arredondo, it is a pleasure to see you again, we missed you last year." 

"Thank you, Peter. I missed playing last year, but it was impossible. By the way, I prefer Sofia, or Senora Seguin. There is no longer a Mrs, Arredondo at my house. This is my partner, Kit Morgan. You might remember his playing in the Juniors five years ago." 

"Of course, Sofia, I remember Kit, but, young man, you've grown a foot since I saw you last. How is your golf game?" 

"Erratic as always, but I do have a good partner for the next two days." 

"You do at that. If you want to see the teams for the scramble, they are posted on the outside scoreboard. What else can I do for you?" 

"Do you have someone to go with Kit to get our clubs and duffels out of his car? I'll visit with you while they are gone. And we will both need locker space for the next couple of days if you have room for us." 

"That is taken care of. When Kit gets back, you can both store your stuff in your lockers. Kit, do you remember the way? Mr. Ross, who has managed the men's locker room since Santa Anna marched his army past here, is expecting you." 

Kit left with the clubhouse attendant and soon returned with his and Sofia's clubs in a cart. He carried both bags into the pro shop and handed Sofia hers. She left for the ladies locker room and Kit took a deep breath and marched resignedly into the men's. At the door waited an elderly man as thin and straight as a one-iron. His staff shirt and slacks were immaculate and mirrors could take a lesson from the gleam of his shoes. Though Kit's six feet five inch height topped him by half a foot, the old gentleman stood so erect that Kit felt he was looking up at him. His wrinkled face was so black that Kit could not tell where the creases started and stopped. The only hint of color was the jaundiced yellowed eyes staring at Kit. 

"So, Mr. Morgan, you have returned to us. Have you learned to place your wet dirty towels in the hamper? Or do you still strew them around your locker so that the lower classes can pick them up while young white massa goes gaily on his way?" 

"No...Yes...I'm sorry...I was in a hurry, and anyway it was five years ago, Mr. Ross. I've grown up since then. I'll pick up after myself." Kit stood there feeling all of six years old in front of the principal. 

"Well I should hope so. You certainly have grown; you probably require more towels to dry yourself than you once did. Do you still believe that old black men with arthritis have nothing better to do than to pick up after spoiled white boys?" 

"I don't believe that...,I never believed that...that is one of those 'Have you stopped beating your wife?' type of questions. I've said I was sorry. Can't we just be friends?" 

"No, Mr. Morgan, we can never be friends. Circumstances and history have made that impossible, but perhaps you have grown, more mature as well as up. So perhaps we can have a respectful truce. Welcome back, Mr. Morgan, let me show you to your locker." 

Kit quickly stowed his spare clothes, shoes, and toiletries and escaped quickly to the safety of the pro shop. As he looked about for Sofia, the professional approached, "You look flustered or concerned. Is everything OK? Was there a problem with the locker?" 

"No, everything is fine; Mr. Ross is just the same as I remembered. I'm just nervous about the tournament I guess." 

"Mr. Ross is a treasure. He keeps his locker room immaculate. Here comes your partner. Have a great weekend." 

Failing to locate Sofia, Kit gathered up his two Ping putters and a handful of balls to adjourn to the practice putting green. Alternating the two clubs, he tried to decide which felt better. One had a slightly longer shaft which made his Arnold Palmer putting stance less of a contortion, but there seemed little difference in the results. 

When Sofia joined him with two large buckets of practice balls, they drove to the practice range and warmed up by playing closest to the pin for a quarter a shot. Sofia consistently won from 120 yards in, but Kit dominated the longer clubs. They ended with Kit up $2 and drove to look over the back nine where they would play alternate shot the next day. Since both par fives were on even numbered holes it was decided that Kit should hit from the tee on the even holes to take advantage of his length with the driver. This also had the added advantage of Sofia teeing off on both par threes. In a happy mood they drove back to the practice green and wandered over to the scoreboard. 




Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 02



Sofia gladly saw that she was playing with her younger brother Tomas and an elderly man and woman of long acquaintance. "Who are you playing with, Kit? You won't have to worry about any competition from my team. Mr. Weaver was never any good and he must be 70 years old now and Dotty Franklin would rather talk than play. Tomas runs the ranches and the oil and gas production and has no game at all. " 

"There may be a problem here, Sofia. I don't know who Bill Miller and Greta Cabot are, but is Primo's blonde, Betty Kidd?" 

"She is indeed. That should be interesting. Bill is one of the better men golfers here and Greta has been a friend of mine all my life. I will tell her to protect you and not let Betty eat you up. But be careful if she tries to force feed you her salty dog. She always makes a huge cooler of it and it is lethal. Mostly gin and not much grapefruit juice." 

"Sofia, it's not funny. Primo may have a fit if he is as jealous as you think." 

"I don't think, I know, Kit. Remember why you are here. You have my permission to flirt 

with Senora Grande Pinoche, but don't get so close that you catch her cooties or something you have to kill with penicillin. If you can make Primo behave like an ass, I'll try to think of something in the order of a special bonus for you." 

"I think I am out of my depth, Sophia." 

"You men and gringos usually are," she snickered. "When the teams are together, I'll act like I am in a snit about your pairing and that should get both Bouncing Betty and Primo in an appropriate frame of mind. He will be jealous and she will be trying to make me jealous." 

"Sopheeeeea!" Kit anguished. 

"Just hush and man up. Do this for me and you can be thinking of what you want for a bonus. Maybe you saw something last night???" 

"Oh, God. How can I play golf, flirt with the blonde bomber, and do an acting job with a woody that may tear the crotch of out my new shorts?" They drove to the gathering at the clubhouse with Sofia smiling to herself and Kit feeling a sense of impending doom. On arrival, they were met by Betty who jiggled her way to Kit's side of the cart. 

"Oh, have you seen the teams. We are playing together. I was so afraid that I would have to play with someone I don't even know." 

"I bet it wouldn't be the first time." Kit heard Sofia mumble to the people in the next cart. 

"Can I ride with you, Kitty. I don't like to drive, but I bet that you are a good driver. I really like a guy to drive me." 

As Kit blushed, Sofia stepped out of the cart and unstrapped her bag from the back of the cart. "Don't let me interfere with true love of five minutes acquaintance. I'll find my team and see you, Mr. Morgan, after the scramble." With her bag strap over her shoulder, Sofia marched away into the crowd leaving Kit feeling like Horatious at the bridge surrounded by the barbarians. 

As Kit refocused on Betty, he was aware of a slender dark, brunette with a large glass of a pale lemonade looking drink in her hand. She sat in the cart beside an athletic middle-aged man with the relaxed mien of a serious amateur golfer. The woman switched her drink to her left hand and reached around Betty's ample hip. 

"Hi, Kit, I am Greta Cabot and this is Bill Miller. Bill can really play and I can really drink. Here take a sip of my health drink; I call it a Salty Dog, to see if you like it. I have plenty more if you do." 

As usual, Kit did not know how to say no to older women, so he sipped from the edge of the cup. He gasped as the grapefruit flavored gin burned its way to his stomach. "Shit!! That's worse than cheap tequila." 

Miller snickered and Mrs. Cabot raised an eyebrow, "Well, Sophia has always been a bit of a prude so I guess she would show up with a boyfriend who won't be my drinking partner. How about you, girl? Try this." She handed Betty the glass. 

Betty took a healthy drink and as Kit waited for the reaction, she pursed her lips and nodded. "That's not bad, but maybe you could use more sugar and less grapefruit juice." 

"I'm going to like you, girl, How about we just pour some sugar in a bottle of gin and drink straight from there?' 

"I'm game," Betty grinned. 

"I just bet you are," said Greta with a raised eyebrow. 

Betty turned to Kit." Will you load my bag for me, Kitty? It's the pink one over there with the fringed head covers. It's safer to always have the head of your club covered and a little extra fringe adds a little bazoom to everything. Don't you think so, Kitty?". 

Kit carried the pink golf bag with white leather fringe to the cart and began strapping it behind the passenger side. As he was arranging the bag on the cart, Betty stepped close behind him and pressed a large soft breast into the back of his left arm. "Let me show you all my clever little pockets and places to put clubs and balls," she breathed as she leaned into Kit. Her left hand reached around him toward the bag and then brushed downward over his stomach to lightly caress Kit's crotch. "Oops,: she whispered, "I don't think that is the right pocket. But it does seem to be a really nice club and balls." Betty giggled as her hand cupped Kit hidden by the bag and golf cart. 

"Betty, you better leave that club in the bag or we will be in a world of trouble." 

Betty released Kit's business, but gave his arm a brisk rib with her chest as she reached across Kit to pull a towel out of her bag; she patted her face with the towel\. "I don't know why I am so hot." She blew on the back of Kit's neck as she walked around to sit in the passenger seat. "I'm about ready for another bite of that salty dog, Greta." 

Greta responded by reaching in a small ice chest at her feet. Like a magician, she came up with another glass full of ice which she poured full of the potent drink. "Here, darling, you can have your own glass. Do you want one, Kit?" 

"No, mam. I think I'll let Betty drink for both of us." 

"O well. You and Bill be serious golfers and we girls will be charming. Please don't bother me about hitting the ball unless it is absolutely necessary. I don't mind putting, but the rest of this game is just a good excuse to drink outside." 

The air horn blatted at the practice green, calling everyone in for a quick review of the rules. The assistant pro stepped up to welcome everyone. "On behalf of Galveston Country Club, I want to welcome everyone to the pre-tournament scramble and mixer. I Think everyone knows the basic rules—four person teams, men playing from the members tees, senior men from the red tees, and of course women from the ladies tees. Each team member plays from the best shot of the group—you may place any ball in the fairway, but a ball in the rough must be dropped within one club length with no relief from obstructions. Low score takes the entire pot. A tie will be played off sudden death. Any questions? If each team has its hole assignment, head out to your assigned hole and begin when you hear the air horn." 

Kit's team was to begin on the second hole, a par three, and as they pulled up to the tee box, Primo and his team raced by them to the third hole where they would begin. "Watch our dust, suckers," Primo yelled as they sped past. 

Bill played his ball first and landed in the sand trap at the front of the green . Kit overcompensated and sailed his ball completely over the green into the water hazard. "Not a very good start," Bill said. "Maybe the ladies can save our bacon."  

Betty played first and sliced her ball far to the right into the water. Everyone turned to look at Greta. "All right, I'll put down my drink and hit the damned ball this time, but don't expect too much. I haven't had enough to drink to swing all that well." 

Greta made a great production of putting her drink in the cup holder in the cart and picking a club. When she bent at the waist to tee the ball, her short skirt rose to reveal a lacy pair of black panties. Kit's eyes widened at a well toned ass barely covered with expensive lingerie. "Whoa!" Betty said, "That's a great looking butt and pair of knickers, sister!" 

"Well they ought to be," said Greta. "They both cost enough, but I would rather my old man were appreciating them instead of you. I just wore them because they are cool. I just hate a sweaty crotch, don't you, Kit?" 

Recognizing that he was being teased, Kit refused to answer and just smiled and shook his head. Greta addressed the ball and stroked it cleanly onto the green. As Kit and Betty applauded, she bowed toward them revealing almost all of a very tan pair of small firm breasts. "Since Kit's seen the rear, he might as well see the front." She said as she wiggled her braless tits. 

"Then show ALL the front," Betty laughed. 

"Oh, well," Greta sighed. "What I do for the sake of teamwork." She reached for the front of her skirt and as she made a small curtsey, she raised the skirt to flash her hairless snatch in its black lace cage. "Have I made enough sacrifices for the team, Kit?" 

"I will be in your debt for ever, Greta, but I may need another shot of inspiration later on." Kit grinned at her. 

Bill growled, "Don't encourage her boy or she might really get outrageous. Come on, Grets, that was a good shot and come have a drink and relax." 

They drove to the green where Bill meticulously studied the putt from all directions. As they all missed the birdie attempt, they heard Primo's group yelling their excitement at a good shot. Kit's team made their par and moved on to the third hole. There the pattern was set of Bill hitting a careful and safe shot, followed by Kit blasting a drive that was either very good or disastrous. Then Betty would hit her drive from the women's tees—she was not an accomplished player, but with her natural size and strength she often smashed the ball an amazing distance for a woman. 

The group played slowly as Bill refused to play until he had considered every possibility. They scored well, making birdies on holes four through seven Kit began enjoying the purely social golf. Only Bill was serious and Greta and Betty became more deeply bitten by the salty dog. Betty became much more touchy and flirty Each good shot became an excuse for a hug; each bad shot was commiserated with pats. Greta seldom left the cart except to putt and typically rested her feet on the ledge that held the drink holders. Once when Kit was in front of her cart, she spread her knees with her drink resting on her stomach and called out, "Hey, Kit, do you want some of this?" as she held up her drink but showed him her lady parts nicely wrapped in black lace.  

"I don't think so, Greta; it's too strong for me. Are you getting hot?" 

"The more I drink, the hotter I get." They grinned at each other knowing that the bawdy hints would go no farther Betty walked up and wrapped an arm around Kit to stake her dubious claim. She glanced down between Greta's legs, "My God, Greta, that thing doesn't bite, does it?" 

"No, but you ought to know that Sofia might. You are here with her ex-husband and if you leave fingerprints all over her golf partner, she may really be unhappy with you." 

"Oh, poo, Greta. She's so little and old that she probably doesn't even think about that stuff any more. Primo said that the reason their marriage fell apart was that she was so tight-assed that the sex was terrible. She was no sort of a partner at all." 

Kit tried to reconcile the woman he had felt respond to his touch with the picture Betty was painting. Plus, Sofia had told him to flirt. His natural honesty wanted to defend Sofia, but this was her party so he decided to play the part scripted for him. Both women were looking at him expectantly. "I really only met her yesterday in San Antonio. She was friends with my parents years ago." That was the truth as far as it went. He would just see how Sofia's game played out. 

"A young guy like you needs something hotter than a cold fish, Kitty." Betty said. 

"He sure does," said Greta. "Do you have a new ball, Kit?" 

"Yes," he said, as he reached into his bag and shook a new Titlist out of the sleeve. When he handed it to Greta, she raised the waistband of her panties and dropped the shiny ball inside. 

"There, I'll keep it hot for you until you really need it." 

Kit and Betty exploded in laughter. Betty said, That's a great idea. Get me one, Kit, and I'll have another one ready for you." 

Kit shook the last ball out of the sleeve and handed it over. Betty reached under her skirt and came out empty-handed. "It'll be ready when you are, cutie." She and Greta howled at the resigned look on Kit's face. They played their shots to the eighth green, another par three, but they were far from the hole with little chance to make the putt. As they started to the carts, they saw Primo's team trying to hit to the ninth green. Their ball had ended up on the right hand side of a palm tree and the first three team members dropped their balls and hacked at them with a restricted swing. Primo playing last used his driver to measure a club length to the left of the tree and dropped. 

"That's not right, Primo!" Bill yelled, showing some emotion for the first time all afternoon. "You're avoiding the obstruction!" 

"It's one club length, Bill," chortled Primo as he jumped in his cart and sped off toward the green. 

Bill steamed as he painfully lined up the long putt on the eighth green; they heard the cheers from Primo's team as they completed another birdie. Betty, Greta, and Bill all attempted the long putt without success. Kit started to place his ball by the marker when he looked up. "This is going to take some extra effort. Betty, would you hold the flag? And maybe, I need that hot ball, Greta." 

The women howled and even dour Bill smiled as Greta reached under her skirt and came out with the specially prepared ball. As Kit took it from her, he noticed it was warmer than normal so he held it up to his nose and sniffed before giving it a kiss. 

"Don't just kiss it, lick it, you fool!" Greta growled in mock anger. 

Kit quickly placed the ball down and rapped it firmly toward the hole. As it rolled 20, 30, 40 feet, he and his partners began moving toward Betty who had removed the flag and was standing by the hole. 50, 60, almost 70 feet as the ball slowed and majestically with its last turn fell into the hole. Betty screamed and threw the flag over her head as she ran to Kit and leaped to hug him with her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. Kit was jumping up and down holding Betty's substantial ass with both hands as she kissed him all over his face. Suddenly Betty's eyes grew wide and her mouth formed a surprised "O". No one noticed Betty's look as Greta was hugging Kit and Betty with one hand while the other carefully held her drink to the side. Bill was pounding Kit's back saying, "We'll show that cheating little prick." 

"Little prick is right," said Betty as she released Kit and replaced the flag in the hole. This brought a new rush of snickers from Greta. "And I ought to know." 

They easily birdied the ninth hole thanks to a smashing drive by a flushed-faceed Betty from the women's tee and an accurate iron shot on the par four by Bill that left them only a tap in. There was a crowd around the green as almost everyone had finished ahead of Kit's team. The salty dog and Bill creeping pace of play had slowed them down. 

When Bill said they were seven under with one hole to play, someone told him that though it was a good score, it probably wasn't going to do them any good as Primo had birdied every hole and had a short putt on their last hole to go to nine under. As they drove to the first tee, Kit told Betty that he might need that other special ball in order to catch Primo with an eagle on the par five first hole. 

"Kitty. I don't really know how to tell you this, but you can't have the ball right now." 

"Did you lose it, Betty?" 

"No, it certainly is not lost...it's just that on that par three where you made the long putt and I ran and jumped and you caught me..." 

"Yes, what, Betty, I don't understand..." 

"Well, Kitty, you kind of made two balls in two holes in one stroke..." 

"You mean, it went in... there?" 

"Yep, and it ain't got no string to pull it out with. It may take a little work." 

Kit's laughter rang out across the course as he lay his head down on the steering wheel of the cart and collapsed in hilarity. Betty sat there for a moment then began to snicker. Hearing her, Kit sat up and reached for her to enfold her in a huge hug. They laughed and howled until Bill and Greta drove back to see what was holding them up. Between gales of laughter, Betty explained unselfconsciously. 

"You mean," Bill grinned, "it's in there where no ball has gone before?" He howled at his own wit. 

"But what if you don't get it out before Primo..."Greta added as the women redoubled their joy. 

"He probably wouldn't notice. It's not like it would crowd him." Betty told her. The women screamed and hugged each other again. 

Most of the crowd had followed them to the first tee and asked what they were laughing at. "Inside joke." Kit replied sending his teammates off again. 

In a very relaxed mood, Kit smashed an enormous drive. The crowd followed them to their second shots where the first three did not hit good shots. Kit stepped up and smashed an iron that landed in the center of the green. It failed to stop and slowly trickled over the green toward the water behind the green. If it went it the water, Primo's team would win. 

When they drove up to the green, Primo's team was waiting. "My team couldn't make the damn putt, so we finished eight under." He announced "I understand that you are seven under, but you will be lucky to make par. It is not in the water, but it is over the red line in the hazard so you will have to drop it in the muck." Primo smirked at Kit's team.. 

After surveying the shot, Bill explained to the women that they would have to stand with one foot in the water and the shot would probably send up a huge spray of mud. Greta declined, "No thanks; not me. I've already had a great time today and I'm not going to finish it up with a mud bath to win what—forty-five bucks?—no thanks." 

Betty said, "I'm game." As she started to the edge of the water, Primo yelled, "Take off your shoes, dummy. I'm not buying you shoes just so you can ruin them." The crowd grew quiet at the unnecessary cruelty of the remark. 

Betty dropped her ball where Bill indicated and made a dainty half-hearted swing that barely moved the ball. Primo told his team, "We're home free, guys, if that's the best they can do." 

Bill dropped his ball inside the hazard and unluckily it sank halfway into the mud. Primo laughed again, "Look at that, he'll be lucky to even move it as far as Betty." 

Bill opened his pro-sized golf bag and removed his rain suit. He pulled the pants and jacket over his clothes. He left his shoes on as he waded into the water and looked over the shot. The crowd was totally silent as they allowed the man to study the shot, but even Kit was becoming antsy at the delay. 

"For God's sake, Bill. Hit the damn shot. You can't make it anyway." Primo's voice grated on everyone's ears. From the edge of the crowd, a small fierce woman stepped forward. Her prominent chest heaved and her black eyes flashed. What Sofia lacked in stature, she made up in presence. To Kit, electricity seemed to sparkle from her as she said, "Shut the fuck up, Primo, and try to pretend to be a decent person while Bill hits his shot." 

Amidst many murmurs of agreement, Bill nodded to her and stepped up to the shot. He made two waggles with the club head above the ball and then made a ferocious pass at the ball. Mud, water, grass flew everywhere in a huge explosion. In the center of the flying debris was one slightly larger clump that had a bit of white showing as it rotated. The ball rose above the green and landed five feet short and to the right of the hole. The mud caked on one side of the ball spun it sideways and it crabbed briskly toward the hole. Turning and spinning, showing black, then white, then black, it ran into the flagstick and fell into the hole for an eagle—two under par—Bill's shot won it for them. 




Kit's Stories - Sofia Pt. 02



Bill ran up on the edge of the green; he was covered with mud and glory as the crowd cheered for the miracle shot. Kit, Betty, and Greta hugged the slimy Bill in their joy. As Kit was pounding him on the back, Primo ran up in front of Bill. 

"Bill Miller," Primo screamed, "you are the luckiest piece of shit that ever existed. You could hit that shot a million more times and never even get it on the green. I can't believe you stole it from me with that piece of fucking luck!" Primo's face was red and his hands were clenched in fists at his chest. Kit thought he looked more primate than man. 

"Primo, it was luck. Everyone here knows that, but I would much rather go home with my forty-five bucks feeling like a lucky man, than go home knowing that I was a cheating, sawed-off mother-fucker like you." The words hung heavy over the crowd and the moment seemed to freeze for everyone. 

Primo roared his rage and began a huge roundhouse swing at Bill's muddy face. Partway through the arc of the fist, a long arm intervened and Kit's large hand enveloped Primo's fist. Primo's hand was rotated thumb inward as the swing was redirected downward. Primo was as surprised as anyone when his arm was twisted up behind his back and he was spun away from Bill. He did feel Kit's size 14 golf shoe, spikes and all, press into his ass as he was bent forward. Suddenly his arm was released and Kit's Foot Joy propelled him reeling and stumbling into the crowd. 

Catching his balance, Primo whirled back toward Bill and Kit. Looking at the crowd, he realized that he had no support at that time. Looking farther into the crowd, he said, "Come on, Betty. We are leaving. I think we can pass on the buffet." When she hesitated, he grasped her arm. When several people started forward, she said, "No, it's OK. We'll go now." As they started to Primo's cart, she looked back over her shoulder, "I'll get your golf ball back to you later, Kit." She and Primo headed toward the clubhouse. 

Sofia walked to Kit and wrapped her arm around his waist. She looked up at him and whispered, "Thank-you." Her black eyes sparkled with amusement and satisfaction. Kit felt a surge of lust that all Betty's and Greta's teasing could not match. He hugged her to his side and asked, "Have I earned that bonus yet?" "We can negotiate later," she replied. 

The victorious team was escorted loudly to the clubhouse where the team members were awarded their envelope with the winnings. As captain, Bill carefully counted out the money to each team member before they adjourned to the locker rooms to clean up before the buffet and calcutta. Kit took his $45 to the tip box in the locker room and was dropping it in when he heard a throat being cleared behind him. He turned to see the stern face of Mr. Ross frowning at him. 

"Are you trying to buy some balm for a guilty conscience with the only answer that rich white boys know?" the elderly man asked. 

"Perhaps," Kit answered. "But perhaps since my verbal apology for past behavior was not accepted, I am looking for another way to say that I am sorry and that I have learned from the experience." 

"I don't need your money, Mr. Morgan." 

"I didn't think you did, Mr. Ross, but perhaps you do know someone who could benefit with whatever small boost this might give him. My mother said that a gentleman must not only know how to apologize, but also how to accept an apology from someone else." 

The two men stood silently regarding each other. As Kit started to turn toward his locker, Mr. Ross said, "Mr. Morgan... forgive me." Kit turned back and was shocked to see tears begin a crooked path down the wrinkled cheeks. "Your mother is a very wise woman and I think that perhaps she has reared a gentleman. I on the other hand have allowed the bitterness of a generation or two before you to make me behave in a despicably prejudiced fashion. I also apologize and I also may have learned a lesson. I also thank you for your assumption that I also could be a gentleman." 

"I never thought of you as anything else, Mr. Ross." Kit replied. The two nodded respectfully to each other as Kit headed to the showers. 

After a shower and shave, Kit ran a brush through his hair and was again amazed at the talent that had tamed his locks. He dressed quickly in the outfit, Sofia had picked for him—grey casual slacks, white golf shirt, navy blazer, black alligator shoes and belt, and all the gold she had insisted he wear. He carefully policed the area around his locker, placing the used towels in the hamper and locking the door. As he left, he saw the ever-present Mr. Ross standing by the door. 

"Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Morgan." the older man said. 

"Thank you, Mr. Ross, I plan on it. It is very nice to be back in Galveston." Kit moved into the dining room to wait on Sofia. His appetite for both food and sex were at a high peak. The excitement of the afternoon had washed out the weariness of the late night before and the long drive to Galveston. As he waited for Sofia, the staff ushered him into line to pick up his ID badge. A chubby middle-aged staff lady assured him that for the next two days at least he would be accorded all the privileges of a club member and what did he want to drink? 

With his badge clipped to his lapel and his Dr Pepper in a tall high-ball glass, Kit scanned the buffet table. White coated waiters were already serving the early arrivers. Kit's stomach made a low growl as he surveyed the bounty. John Seguin had modeled the menu after the twin themes of his Hispanic heritage and the bounty of the Gulf of Mexico. Enchiladas of several sorts with various toppings waited along with tamales, chile rellenos, chalupas, flautas, and tacos stuffed with chicken, beef, and fish. Fish were baked, fried, and grilled; and shrimp in every conceivable fashion. Dishes of pico do gallo, red and green sausa, corn and flour tortillas, guacamole, Spanish rice, and refried beans waited for the hungry. 

As Kit's stomach repeated its insistence a pair of arms reached around him from behind in a tight hug. He recognized the glass of salty dog in one hand. The firm breasts poking into his back were obviously not Sofia's much larger tits. He grinned at Greta's voice. "A hug for the hero who kicked Primo's ass. I personally think we should give you a parade" 

As Kit turned to his right and wrapped his arm around Greta, he felt her left hand slip from him stomach down to brush his crotch and then continue around to grab and honk his left ass cheek like the rubber bulb on a horn. As he moved her around his side with a right arm hug, her hand continued around to sample his right side. 

A familiar voice pierced his embarrassment. "Greta, if you don't stop putting fingerprints all over my young man, I may kick your butt." Sofia had arrived in the nick of time. In relief, Kit's eyes swung around to find his savior. His eyes widened as he saw the beauty grinning at him. Sofia wore a red sundress with a halter top leaving her smooth brown shoulders bare. The top dipped deeply into her cleavage showing the tops of her tan tatas. The dress pinched in to accentuate the tiny waist, but flared loosely over her voluptuous hips to sway just about the knees. White sandals with gold accents matched the gold and white orchid patterns that covered the dress. Her hair was up in a French twist showing the delicate line of her neck and jaw. 

Kit dropped his arm from around Greta and stepped toward Sofia. The rest of the room seemed to fade out as his attention riveted on the beautiful woman who stood still looking into his eyes. Kits' eyes were everywhere. He saw the red polish on nails and toes, the dinner ring of red stones (rubies?) as big as a quarter on her left hand, the matching stones in pendants from her ears, and the red rock as big a pigeon's egg on a chain between her breasts. He took another step toward her and saw her nipples begin to swell the fabric in the orchids centered over each breast. 

"Holy shit, Sofia, you look amazing. You are so beautiful. You look good enough to eat." Kit's stomach unleashed its loudest growl yet. 

Sofia mouth twitched, then pursed, then burst out with a loud peal of laughter. "Oh, Kit, you are perfect. Was that for me or for the buffet? 

"I don't know...it was just...I don't know. Both...you're gorgeous and I'm hungry and the food looks wonderful." His hands were flapping hopelessly. He stopped and smiled at her. When in trouble, it is best to shut up, he thought. 

Sofia led Kit through the buffet line and his appetite caused him to fill his plate before they were half way through. She offered space on her plate, but soon realized that even that was insufficient She dragooned a waiter to carry Kit's full plate to the table and handed him a fresh one. They spent the meal sharing the dishes and getting Kit filled in on all the family and friends who stopped by to visit. Kit was introduced as "my golf partner", "Don Morgan's son", and "my good friend." Kit smiled and kept his attention on Sofia. 

When the meal was completed, Juan called for everyone's attention and began the calcutta bidding for the teams. He began working his way through the field with most teams beginning the bidding on themselves at five hundred per team. A few teams stayed at the opening bid, but most were good naturedly driven to a higher price by friends. For a few teams that had a real chance to win, the bidding was very spirited. Bill Miller and his partner were pushed to $1,500 before Bill shut everyone else down with a preemptive bid of $1,750. Kit and Sofia were the next team up and Bill kept pushing Kit upward intil he hesitated. Sofia nodded that he should continue so he took a page from Bill's bood and bid $2,000. That won the bid to much applause. 

The last team remaining was Primo and Betty. After the fiasco on the last green today, they were not present to answer their opening bid. An uncomfortable silence settled on the crowd. No one knew how to handle the situation. 

""Am I offered $500 for the Arredondo/Kidd team?' asked Juan. When no one answered, he continued, "What about $400?" 

"$1,000 for the Kidd/ Arredondo team," said Kit. After a moment of startled surprise, there was a swelling of applause for the gracious move. 

"Sold—for $1,000 to Mr, Kit Morgan," said John with a relieved sigh that the awkward situation was over as was the calcutta. "Remember that tee times are a 8:00 AM sharp tomorrow. The bar will remain open, but I suggest that everyone get a good night's rest. On behalf of the Seguin Family Foundation, we thank you for your support." 

With general applause, the group stood and began milling, drinks in hand. Most came by to check out Sofia's tall young man who had smoothed a rough spot in the evening. As on of Sofia's friends said, "I didn't know what to do. I wouldn't offer five bucks for that sawed-off son of a bitch to get a front row seat in Hell." Bill Miller had a different take,"That may be a smart move, Kit. Primo and Betty could compete if everything falls their way and his partners don't watch his cheating." 

Sofia said nothing until they were momentarily alone. "Thank you, Kit. That was a gracious gesture that no one else here was capable of. I am in your debt, but I will pay you back for the money you bid." 

"I don't think so, Sofia. Like Bill said it may be a smart move and I'm a very clever fellow these days." This was followed by his Groucho Marx smile and wiggling eyebrows. 

"I don't think you did it for a smart bet. I think you did it to get me and my family aout of a situation...and what are you grinning so about?" 

"Why wouldn't I grin, Sofia? I have had a fun day of golf, a great meal, more of same tomorrow, and tonight a beautiful woman, who says she is grateful to me, is taking me to her suite for an intimate barbering session and then a walk on the beach in the moonlight. Why wouldn't I smile?" 

"If you are ready, we can go now." 

"Sofia, I can't even tell you how ready I am."