My First Pro

[Lippstick]

OOC: Poppy Price. 19 years old. 5'1". 100 pounds. 32-24-34. Short brown hair. Brown eyes.


IC:

I'm not a sports fan, so I don't know why I decided to attend the golf tournament. I guess it was the rumor about all the players being a bunch of dykes. I was just coming to grips with my new-found sexuality. Maybe it was a way of supporting my sisters.

The event was bigger than I thought. It was a sanctioned LPGA event. Some of the best players in the world were there. Even I recognized some of the names. Thousands of people were there. I just got swept up in the crowd.


For such a large group, they certainly were polite. And quiet. There would be absolute silence while the players lined up their shot. Then enthusiastic applause when the ball went flying through the air.

I really didn't understand the game. I didn't know who was winning. I supposed it was like minature golf, only bigger. The course could have used a few windmills, in my opinion.


Therefore, I couldn't judge the players on their skill level. I could only judge them on their physical attractiveness. And some of them were quite hot.

One of them in particular caught my eye.

 

[purplefire76]

My first fan

OOC: Janice Hedison, 22, 5'6", 125 lbs, 32-26-32, blonde spiky hair, blue eyes.

IC:

I was shooting one of my worst professional games ever: 6 above par, and I couldn't keep my ball out of the rough. As I retrieved my ball yet again from the woods, I noticed a cute young woman standing near the ropes, looking my way. She was about 20 with brown hair, brown eyes, full lips, and great cheekbones. I grinned and winked; she blushed and grinned back. For a split second, I pictured the 2 of us on a date, laughing and sharing a bottle of wine. Then I came to my senses. Get real, Hedison, I told myself. You've never dated fans, and she's probably straight as an arrow anyway. As I walked back onto the fairway, I 'accidentally' dropped my ball and quickly glanced her way as I bent over to collect the ball. Sure enough, she was still looking my way, and I could swear she was checking out my ass as I bent over.

 

[Lippstick]

Poppy

It took me two seconds to become the President of the Janice Hedison Fan Club. From the moment I spotted her I couldn't take my eyes off her. Every other golfer disappeared. Once I could swear she winked at me, but I was probably imagining it.

How could she pick me out of the gallery?

Why should she pick me out of the gallery?


I spent the afternoon watching her. I cheered every time she hit the ball. There was a power to her, and a grace. The combination was quite a turnon.

I had no doubt that Janice would be my number one fantasy for the next few months.

After so many innings -- or whatever they're called, Janice was done for the day. I rushed over to the clubhouse hoping to say something to her.

To my amazement, she walked right by me.

"Hey, Janice, great game!" I said enthusiastically.

She scowled at me and pointed to the scoreboard. Then she walked away shaking her head. It took me a while to spot her name.


Apparently, forty-seventh place wasn't a great game. Not for a professional.


God, she must think I'm a total idiot..... I chided myself. Impulsively, I rushed after her to apologize.....