The Sand Trap (11 page)

So she agreed and they went to see “The Deer
Hunter.” Afterward in the car going back to the lodge they even
discussed and actually debated the meaning and impact of the post
Vietnam War era movie on young people like them today. It had been
a long time since any boy had shown any interest in her opinion or
the fact that she was actually quite smart, not just a golfer. True
to his word, they never even raised the subject of golf. As they
drove back, Melanie was feeling emotions she had never felt before,
emotions that went beyond the usual hormone driven reaction and
went into human understanding and bonding. She felt that she and
Chad were connecting very deeply and at a very different level than
she had ever done with anyone except perhaps her father. She was
amazed it was happening so quickly. It was true she had known Chad
for two years, but the anticipation of what was happening to her at
this moment made the moment all the more intense. When Chad
suggested they go up to the suite he shared with Burt she
immediately agreed, simply so she could keep being with him. She
did not want the evening to end.

Each suite had two bedrooms, each with their
own full bathroom, separated by a combined kitchen and living room.
The units even had working fireplaces. Coach had managed to get a
great deal since it was off-season for the resort and he felt that
more space and privacy would be good for the golfers. Melanie and
Rebecca shared a unit similar to Burt’s and Chad’s and while she
and Rebecca were great friends and got along well, their living
habits were different. Rebecca stayed up late and liked to sleep
late while Melanie was the opposite. So she was glad of the private
space.

The unit was dark as they entered. Chad
flicked the wall switch and Melanie quickly scanned the room to see
that it was the same layout as the one she was in.

“Looks like no one else is here,” she
observed.

“Yeah,” Chad explained. “Burt stays out
later than Coach’s curfew, but never seems to get caught or get in
trouble.”

“Rebecca too. She goes out at night and
sometimes does not get back until early in the morning. Sometimes I
am up before she goes to bed.”

“You're a regular farm girl aren't you?”

Melanie was not sure if that was a question
or a comment or if it was meant in a kindly fashion or not, but she
did not have a chance to think about it before Chad quickly
continued.

“So do you think you are as good as the guys
at golf?” Chad asked as he poured a beer without offering her
one.

Melanie hesitated. The conversation was not
going where she thought it would when she agreed to come back with
Chad. She took a quick glance at the beer, bubbles still rising in
the glass and wondered for a second why he did not offer her a
drink. However it was well known that she did not drink so that was
probably it.

Chad saw the glance.

“Want a beer do you? Gonna start drinking
like the rest of us? Here.” He went to the fridge and handed her a
bottle but did not open it.

“So answer my question farm girl,” he
demanded.

Melanie was getting a little bothered at his
tone and responded defensively.

“I can beat anyone I want.”

“Even me?”

Melanie did not want to respond.

“What's this all about Chad? I don’t want to
talk about golf. I went out with you tonight and came back here
with …” she paused, and then blurted out “... to be with you.”

She did not know where that came from, but
she knew it was true. Somewhere during the evening, during the
movie as he held her hand, the drive back to the suites, or perhaps
months before Melanie knew that Chad was the man with whom she was
willing to go past the kissing and petting.

Chad smiled, put down the beer glass and
pulled her over and kissed her. It was rougher than she had
imagined, but by now her own willingness and Chad’s aggressiveness
fed on each other and the kissing progressed very quickly to
fumbling and groping of layers of clothing. Chad pulled her sweater
over her head to expose her brassiere while Melanie fumbled with
his belt and zipper. She saw the familiar bulge in his underwear
and for a moment she was back in the barn at the Folly with Bruce.
But this time she pulled down the underwear and Chad’s penis sprung
over the elastic as she pulled the underwear down. She had a
fleeting thought he was even bigger than Bruce. Still in her bra,
Chad pushed her back onto the floor and undid her pants and belt
and tried to pull her pants off by the cuffs but they stuck on her
ass. She helped him, lifting her ass off the ground and moving the
waist of her pants over her butt. He did the rest, pulling off the
pants and underwear at the same time and throwing them aside. Then
he lunged on top of her.

“Do you have protection?" she asked,
slightly out of breath.

By this time she was very wet with
anticipation. She had been waiting for this for what seemed like
her whole life and she wanted it to be the sensual event she had
imagined and Chad’s aggressive passion had filled sensitive parts
of her body with a kind of urgent desire she had never experienced
and for once she was losing control and she liked it.

Chad did not respond. He just looked down on
her from a push-up position and with a hard push entered her as far
as he could go.

Melanie gasped and her eyes widened as she
felt the full sensation of a man’s cock inside her. There was no
sensation of pain that so many romance novels had described would
come with the first time. There may be blood. She did not know
since her crotch area was so wet by now. She did know that the
feeling was fulfilling and natural and she felt her body and her
emotions rise with Chad’s thrusts.

And suddenly it was over. She had been so
lost in her own arousal she was not sure what happened, but
whatever it was, Chad was now out of her and starting to get up.
Melanie grabbed his arm. She wanted him to stay and do it again.
She was not nearly finished.

“Want more do you? Girls are all the same
when they get a taste of the big dog,” Chad said gleefully as he
pushed himself up from on top of her. “I’ll be back in a moment.
Just going to the can.” He stood up and as he went into his bedroom
to go to the washroom he turned off the living room lights.

As Melanie lay there in the darkness she was
just starting to think about his comment and the fact he had not
used a safe when she heard his bare feet padding across the floor
and in seconds he was on top of her again and she felt his cock,
already stiff again searching out her vagina and he was in again
and thrusting hard. She sensed that something was different, but by
now she was lost in her own passion and her powers of rationale or
observation were lost in the thrust of her own, violent,
release.

It was soon over again. This time she felt
it as Chad spurted inside her for the second time and as she
reached up in the darkness to grab his head to pull him down for a
kiss she grabbed a head of hair that was wiry and fulsome while
Chad’s was flat and smooth and she came to the sudden realization
that this was not Chad who had just entered her.

She screamed. Not a scream of fear, but
rather one of revulsion and confusion.

“Fuck, she knows,” the voice on top of her
announced, a voice that she now recognized as Chad’s caddy Frank, a
boy the same size and build as Chad but with very different
coloring and hair. At the same time the light went on and she first
saw Chad, still without his pants on and, she instantly thought, a
very limp prick. Beside him was Burt with his pants off and a very
stiff prick and his caddy Henry standing behind them still
dressed.

“Hi Melanie,” Burt glared. “I’m next.”

By this time the full realization of what
was happening hit Melanie so hard it irreparably damaged parts of
her she did not know existed. She quickly scrambled to her feet.
She was still in her bra and juices of various kinds were running
down the inside of her thigh.

“It’s time you learned what we do with
uppity farm girls at Clapshorn, “Burt announced as he approached
her.

For Melanie, it all started to move in slow
motion. As Burt moved quickly towards her she lashed out with her
foot and although aiming for the penis she caught him on the thigh.
It was enough to slow him down but he lashed out with a fist that
she easily ducked and pushed aside. Chad joined in and he tried to
hit her and she ducked that easily as well and whacked him with an
open fist on the side of his head.

“What the fuck!” he exclaimed as he reached
up with his hand to feel for blood where she had hit him.

In the meantime her second kick at Burt hit
home and he crumpled to the floor.

“Give us a hand here Henry!” Burt yelled at
his caddy, who up until this point had been watching, stunned and
wide eyed.

Both Burt and Chad were back on their feet
and swinging fists at Melanie’s head as fast as they could and
Melanie just kept ducking or fending them off, relying on her
reflexes and instincts to stay away from the hits and at the same
time scanning the room to see if Henry was going to start hitting
as well, but he still just stood there frozen and stunned.

And then it was dark again. She had
forgotten Frank was in the room and he had come up behind and put a
pillow cover over her head and suddenly her world was back to
normal motion and normal ordinary person time. As she reached back
to get the case off her head she felt strong hands grab her
arms.

“No, don’t hit her!” Henry implored,
apparently stopping a fist that she could not see.

“What’s your problem? Burt sneered. “Don’t
you want to have some fun too?”

The reply was hesitant, but clear.

“Sure I do. But unless you plan to kill her
it would be prudent to not leave any marks.”

“Good thinking. That’s why you’re a
caddy.”

By this time Chad, Burt and Frank had
Melanie back down on the floor and as she kept struggling they
ripped up a bed sheet and tied her hands and ankles to the four
corners of the pull out bed in the living room, the pillowcase
still over her head.

Burt went first. Then Chad again. And Frank
again. And Burt again. She smelled the beer on their breaths as
they entered her over and over again, but she was not there. She
was back at the Folly and teeing off at the first hole. Her tee
shot was perfect, gently drawing into warm Saskatchewan breeze as
it bounced in the middle of the landing area and rolled to stop in
a perfect lie. By the time it all stopped and she realized she was
back in a cheap hotel suite in Ramona, California, she had finished
all eighteen holes with the lowest score she had ever had.

Chad leaned over her.

“Bitch, “he spit out. "I hope this teaches
you I can take you whenever I want.”

Someone untied her hands. “Be gone in an
hour or we’ll do it all again.” Burt sneered as he closed the suite
door behind him.

And she was alone.

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Rebecca had been in her own bed for only a
few hours when the alarm went off. She sat up in a panic, for a
moment not remembering where she was, what she was or what she was
supposed to do. For a moment she thought she had fallen asleep in
Coach’s bed, but she quickly looked around the room and was
comforted by the surroundings of her room in the unit she shared
with Melanie. She and Melanie were to tee off at the course in an
hour and the course was a half hour’s drive away so she had to be
quick as she showered, dressed and went out to the kitchen for a
cup of coffee. She never gave Melanie a thought as she knew Melanie
did not need any alarm clock or any caddie to either wake her up or
get her ready for the practice day. True to form, as Rebecca left
her room and walked to the kitchen, Melanie was sitting at the
kitchen table, already dressed to play.

“Let’s go."

“Give me a moment to get a coffee at least,
“ Rebecca whined as she poured a coffee from the Mr. Coffee carafe
into a thermal paper cup and sweetened it with two packs of
artificial sweetener. “What did you do last night?” she asked
Melanie as she put a lid on the coffee cup.

Melanie did not look at her and did not say
anything. She just stood in the middle of the living room, dressed
in her madras, late sixties style, men’s golf pants and a too large
men’s golf shirt. No amount of coercion by Rebecca, Coach and the
other girls on the team could induce Melanie to change her outfit.
By now she had several sets she wore on alternate days of golf.
Today’s outfit was the green and blue madras pants with the red
shirt. Her eye for fashion was clearly less acute than her eye for
golf, yet her style was actually starting a fashion on campus as,
instead of the other girls influencing her style, the others were
starting to emulate her. Rebecca refused to join that particular
movement.