Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (06) It was the Argyle Socks (Part 11)
After all hitting decent drives from the tee George played his second shot first as he was furthest from the pin and caught it perfectly and sent it sailing off and landing plum in the middle of the fairway.
“Great shot George” William shouted
William and Michael both hit wayward shots and ended up in the trees to the left of the short grass.
Tally however caught her second shot rather well and landed only feet away from George’s ball but it kicked up on impact and ended up in the light rough just on the edge of some very thick woodland.
"That was bad luck” said George “I think you’re safe there though”
They collected their trolleys and headed off up the fairway just as the first drops of rain began to fall.
“We should just finish the hole in time” she said optimistically
“I’m not so sure” George replied doubtfully
When they reached their respective balls, George’s was sitting up quite nicely so he quickly selected a 5 iron and spanked it crisply to the edge of the green.
He put his club away and prepared to watch Tallulah play her ball, well what he was really watching was the wiggle of her buttocks the swirl of her pleats and that was when the heavens opened.
George took a few steps backwards beneath the dense foliage canopy.
“Come on Tal” he shouted “make a dash for it”
She grabbed her trolley with one hand and with her club in the other she ran towards him.
“Come on” he urged “you can keep dry under here”
And George withdrew deeper into the trees as she bowled under the leafy cover.
“God that’s savage” she said
For a few moments they stood watching the rain fall like stair rods hammering into the ground as thunder rumbled nearby.
“Are you ok?” he asked
“Yes” she said with a chuckle “a bit damp but fine”
The rain began to fall even harder so they walked a few more yards into the wood and sheltered beneath an old oak tree.
It was at that moment that he became aware of just how damp she was, the front of her shirt was so when he could see her underwear through the wet fabric.
Tallulah noticed what was drawing his attention and covered it promptly with her cardigan.
“Sorry” he said and laughed
“Honestly!” She snapped “is that all you men think about?”
But she was laughing as she said it and she slapped him playfully.
He wanted to say that it wouldn’t happen again but that would have been a lie.
He had after all been unable to keep his eyes off her all morning and had no desire to stop.
The two of them stood beneath the oak both desperate to speak but equally unable to think of something to say and just at the moment they were beginning to feel awkward thunder clapped loudly overhead and made Tallulah jump, so as she looked to the sky George took his opportunity and kissed her, a long languid kiss that they had both craved.
After a minute or two she broke away from his embrace and smiled before slipping her arms around his neck and kissing him in return.
They continued to kiss beneath the oak tree as the storm raged overhead for several minutes and when they stopped Tallulah rested her forehead resting against his and asked.
“What made you kiss me today and not on Friday?”
“That’s easy” he said “It was the Argyle Socks”
They stayed another half an hour in the wood until Tallulah said quite business like,
“We had better make a move, the storm has passed”
“I was enjoying the kissing” he said
“They’ll be plenty of time for kissing” she replied
“Is that a promise?” he asked but she didn’t answer, she just walked out to where her ball was laying and hit it with some venom and it landed two feet from the pin.
After they had both holed out on 18, Tallulah with a birdie and George with a par, they walked towards the clubhouse where Michael and William had been ensconce for half an hour and then shared something of an awkward moment until George broke the silence.
“Do you want to have lunch?”
“I’d rather have dinner” she replied