An hour and a half later I stood on the third floor of a driving range as Sabrina tried to teach me to golf.
I put on clothes opting for comfort over fashion as I dressed in my fleece lined sweatpants and my long sleeve heavy shirt to help keep my ass warm.
And Sabrina changed out of her fashion style dress and was wearing yoga pants that looked like jeans but you could easily tell they weren’t. Along with a fuzzy long sleeve pink shirt.
I tried to steal my mom’s suv seeing how Kel had my car but she was already gone by the time we headed out so we were forced to use Sabrina’s shit box car that I swear needed work…..or she just needed a new car entirely. How she drove that thing and it still held together was beyond me. Plus I felt like I was in a clown car with my knees in my chest because her passenger seat was locked in place for a fucking midgit, not for my tall frame.
Still we made it to our destination.
Well actually it was our second destination after Sabrina went to her dorm room to change real quick as I stayed outside and not in her car so I didn’t get a cramp.
We were going to go to an actual golf course but due to the snow that was falling outside made golfing a little difficult so we settled on a driving range.
Naturally I paid because Sabrina was strapped for cash.
So we rented two sets of clubs, one set for her small short frame and one set for my tall long reach frame. That and two buckets of golf balls.
I wanted to make a joke that we could have stayed home and she could play with my balls any time but I think with her disposition that would be construed as wrong at the moment until she was more relaxed.
Thank god this range had a food service so I ordered some onion rings and a soda while Sabrina had fried okra and water.
Then we set out on her teaching me how to golf.
I knew she was going to have a good time after my first swing caused her to laugh hysterically on the ground as I tried to imitate a baseball player with my swing.
I DIDN”T KNOW!!!!
And of course I missed the ball entirely causing her laughter to be louder.
After her laughter died down she taught me the proper grip which was this weird interlacing my pinkie with my index finger and used my thumbs to align closely together. Which was weird to me.
But still I followed her instruction.
Then I had to keep my feet apart and not in a baseball stance as she called it. Keep my chin down. Keep my left arm straight during my swing and keep my swing in this pendulum swing.
Every single thing she taught me sounded weird as hell.
Every swing I tried just caused her to laugh and giggle at my awkwardness.
I looked over and saw that she was beginning to actually relax as she sat there just enjoying herself at my stupidity.
Maybe this was a good idea after all.
I did a few more swings and was actually able to hit the ball thanks to Sabrina’s tutelage but I guess I still needed to learn how to swing because I was launching the ball this way and that. Up really high. I was hitting the ball every direction but straight.
I even managed to hit the ball backwards as Sabrina dove out of the way and hit the wall behind us.
Each direction Sabrina would say things like “Looks like you ‘shanked’ that one.” Or “Nice ‘slice’.”
What kind of sport has the words ‘slice’ and ‘shank’? I’m making the executive decision that golf is not for me.
Still seeing Sabrina’s smile and laughter at my awkwardness was doing the trick.
I looked at her, “Why don’t you show me how it’s done.”
With a bright smile that I hadn’t seen before she took on the challenge as I stepped back to watch how to properly swing……and maybe look at her figure.
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Step Sister Corruption Part 126 – Day 76 Sabrina Understands Comfort
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Gabe
I watched Sabrina take out her aggression on some golf balls as she whacked them down the range, easily clearing my random hits in every direction as they sailed down the range in the one direction I couldn’t make my golf balls go….straight.
The entire time I noticed Sabrina’s form on ALL levels.
I looked down at my phone that was sitting on the table with the food and everything else we had on our table to see I had some unseen texts.
I unlocked my phone to see I had missed some texts from Summer.
Summer: what are you doing
Summer:???
Summer: Gabe?
I quickly text back.
Me: Hey
I watched as Summer quickly replied.
Summer: fucking finally. What are you doing
Me: just hanging with Sabrina at the driving range
Summer: why the fuck are you at the driving range???
Me: long story short was trying to help Sabrina relax
Summer: ok you’ll have to explain later. How much longer will you be at the range?
I looked up to see Sabrina had roughly 3/4 of her bucket still and my bucket was nearly full as I had only used maybe a dozen.
Using the time frame we had been here and how quickly Sabrina was whacking the balls at such a ferocity my guess was at least a couple of hours.
Me: a couple of hours at the very least
Summer: well I guess you can still have fun. don’t forget we have a party to go to.
Me: I remember. I won’t forget.
Summer: oh before I forget have you already taken any supplements?
Me: yeah. why?
Summer: stop taking them. I have something better but you’ll need to take it before we leave.
Me: ok I will stop
Summer: if you take too long let me know
Me: ok
Summer: how is she doing?
I decided to record Sabrina and switched over to the camera app. I hit record and recorded roughly three swings from Sabrina and recorded her distance as the balls launched into the distance.
I attached the video along with She’s doing a lot better than me.
Summer must have watched the video and replied back.
Summer: ok….. at least she looks comfortable
Me: yeah that’s what I’m noticing
Sabrina spoke, “What are you doing?”
I looked up at her, “Oh just recording your swing so I can see how it’s done.”
Sabrina smiled and laughed, “Trust me I’m not that good.”
I looked at her with a smile, “Compared to me you’re a pro.”
She beamed at that.
I looked at her, “How do you feel?”
She looked around at everything with a smile, “Good.”
I looked at her, “Feel relaxed?”
She thought about it for a moment before speaking, “Yes.”
I looked at her, “This is what I’m talking about when I say being relaxed.”
She thought about my meaning before she nodded, “Ok.”
I decided to up the ante as I spoke, “Now you really want to know how it feels to be relaxed?”
She looked at me skeptical but spoke, “Sure.”
I walked up to and leaned down to her head, “You wearing a bra?”
She looked at me offended I would ask that question.
I held up my hand to show her I meant no disrespect, “Relax I’m just asking a question.”
She sighed but nodded.
I smiled, “Take it off.”
She looked at me wide eyed, “I can’t do that.”
She nearly screamed it and looked around to see the closest person who was five stations away didn’t hear her. Even the staff who was sitting at a bar in the middle of the floor didn’t hear her.
I walked back to the table where our stuff is, “Why not?”
Sabrina tensed up and nearly stuttered, “Because….”
I looked at her, “Because why?”
Sabrina blushed but spoke, “Because that isn’t decent.”
I picked up my cup and took a sip of my drink before I spoke, “Because that wouldn’t make you comfortable. Right?”
She nodded.
I spoke, “But don’t you want to get to that level of comfort?”
Sabrina nearly hissed at me, “I don’t want to be comfortable enough to where I feel like a whore.”
I laughed at her word usage but kept my laughter quick, “It’s only whore-ish if you think it is. I can tell you right now if you’re comfortable with someone like what Summer and I have. Like if I were to ask her to do what I just asked you. She wouldn’t hesitate and not only hesitate but also make a show out of it. You know why that is?”
Sabrina quickly spoke, “Because you’ve trained her to be a whore.”
I sighed, “No Sabrina. Because Summer is comfortable with me. She feels safe with me. So when I ask her to lose something. She feels safe that I wouldn’t judge her for what you’re judging the act as.”
Sabrina tried to fire a retort back at me but I cut her off, “Sabrina it shouldn’t be how the outside world sees you or what you and YOUR partner are doing. What should matter is being comfortable around someone that the mere mention of doing something for your partner is between you and them.” I wove my hand around the rest of range we were sitting at, “Fuck them. Fuck what they’re thinking.”
Sabrina looked at me and started to think about my statement.
I added, “What’s more important what your partner thinks of you or the world?”
Sabrina blushed but spoke, “My partner.”
I smiled, “Exactly so if I ask you to remove your bra then that’s your choice to either grant my request or deny it. That’s your choice.”
Sabrina looked at me, “So if the roles were reversed if Summer were to ask you to remove your boxers you wouldn’t hesitate?”
I slowly shook my head as I spoke, “Not only would I do it but I’d also up it by doing other things. Want to know why?”
Sabrina looked at me, “Ok.”
I smiled, “Because it’s fun.”
Sabrina quickly spoke, “But what if someone thinks what you two are doing isn’t proper?’
I laughed and spoke clearly for, “Fuck them. I’m not dating them. I’m dating Summer.”
I tried not to think of the fact I had just admitted that I was ‘dating’ Summer. I lightly wondered if I was dating Summer would that mean that I was also dating Kel?
Or was Kel our shared toy?
Mistress? Submissive shared lover?
Eh I shrugged at my own question.
Sabrina blinked at me but spoke, “So if I think that if you and Summer were out here fooling with each other out in the open and I think you two are being little sluts. You wouldn’t care?”
I shook my head, “Nope. Because your opinion doesn’t matter to me. What matters to me is what Summer thinks of us fooling out in the open. If she doesn’t like it or isn’t comfortable then I won’t do it. If we both find it hot then we will continue upping our exposure until we don’t like it.”
Sabrina just looked at me baffled that I admitted to it.
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