All Grown Up-Golf

 

Your relationship with Cait was going great. Your childhood friend was a dream cum true. You’d not meet anyone like her. She drank like a fish, and smoked weed like a chimney. Other girls you'd met at college, they could get just as wasted, but they paid a steep price-they'd throw up or have miserable hangovers or gain weight. Not Cait. She got frisky, silly, uncoordinated, and the like, but even when she got totally plastered, unable to move or talk, she never threw up, never woke up miserable, never gained weight. She was a sex dinamo too. Of course it seemed sex helped to sober her up. 

Today the two of you decided on a date. You wanted it to be at least somewhat normal-Mini golf-but you and Cait decided to make it a wasted girls lovers wet dream. You filled a flask with whiskey, and she put a bottle and lots of joints in her purse. Before you left, Cait had a couple of shots. In the car, she smoked her first joint. 

By the time you reached the course, she was feeling good. But she hid it well. Thankfully, the course was adults only for the evening. You got your clubs and sat out to the first hole. It was a par 4, and you both double bogeyed. You pulled out the flask, and told her, “very good. Here, have a drink.”

“Thank you, don't mind if I do,” Cait said to you, before taking a long drink.

“Wow, Cait. That's strong stuff,” you warn.

“Yah.  Sooo? i nowe yoo liyke genn me zzzrunk ann i liyke it too,” she responds. 

“Well, yes. However, your golf game will suffer,” you remind her. 

“I'll be fine.  I besh yoo i c'n par the nesst hole,” she challenges you.

“And if you don’t,” you ask.

“Yoo decide she tells you,” as she takes another drink.

“And if you somehow par?,” you then ask.

“I'll smoke a joinn,” she decides.

Win win you think, though you ask, “Deal, but can you smoke here?” You know it's legal to smoke in your state, but you don’t know if the course allows it.

“Theey doan care,” Cait tells you, in a knowing way.

What the hell, you think, saying, “Ok, lets see what you got.”

In a show of confidence, Cait takes a drink, before telling you, “I've got thiss.”