The little honey couldn't have been more than fifteen, probably younger, but my lord was she cute. Tight little body, just a hint of budding tits through her polo shirt, long, sweet, slender legs extending from her scant khaki shorts, ending in little white socks and white sneakers. She drove her cart up to the fifth tee and I was making a beeline for her before I even realized it.

It was the first nice Saturday of the year, and like just about every other member of my exclusive golf club in the Chicago suburbs, I was hitting the home links for the first time. As a result of this golf fever epidemic, there was quite a backup at a few of the tees. "Why not get a beer while we wait," I thought, "especially with some new teen ass in the cart? It's only ten-thirty, but it's noon somewhere!"

"Hi sweetheart, you got beer in there?"

"Sure!" she replied with a sunny expression, jumping out of the cart and circling around to the cart's built-in ice chest in back. In the process she confirmed what I had suspected -- that she did indeed possess a succulent, pert little bottom. "What would you like?"

"Hey, you guys want anything?" I called over to the rest of my foursome. When they shook their heads, I wandered back behind the cart myself and asked, "Got an Amstel Light in there?"

"Sure, coming right up!" As she stretched up and bent over the open container in order to reach the ice-buried beers at the bottom, she rose up on her tiptoes, a pose that served to beautifully shape the backs of her tan legs. As she leaned in further, her shorts crept into the crack of her ass. I stood transfixed by this glorious sight; I felt my prick twitch slightly. She couldn't have been over five-two, or over eighty-five pounds. I imagined wrapping my hands around her tiny waist and lifting her little body up onto the unopened side of the massive cooler, pulling her shorts off, and sliding into her probably-virgin cunt. My cock lurched powerfully at this lewd mental imagery.

I was lost in my reverie, still drinking in her form, when she turned and met my eyes with her own large, brown ones. "Here you go!" she said with a smile. I snapped out of it, taking and opening the offered can.

"You're new, aren't you?" I asked after a sip, taken more for the opportunity to regain my composure than to quench my thirst. To make this statement less stark, I added, "What happened to Veronica - didn't she work Saturdays last summer?"

I hoped Veronica was working at the club again this year. She was a seventeen-year-old sweetheart who, one evening during last summer's weekend-long member-guest tournament festivities, had somewhat inexpertly sucked my cock. Always a big tipper on the course, I had slipped her a fifty for that evening's efforts, and I had been hoping to provide her a more regular income this year.

"Oh, she's still away at college," my current beer-girl answered, interrupting my pleasant memory. "She'll be back in June. She's planning on working here with the rest of us girls starting then. And yes, I am new, this is my first year."

That's right, I thought, Veronica had just graduated from high school last year, and had been trying to earn some spending money for college. She would of course still be finishing out her second semester - it was only April. As I recalled, she came from a less-than-affluent family who could barely afford to send her to school, let alone allow her any frills. This had been very serendipitous for me, a man willing and able to throw generous tips the way of a little cutie willing to flirt, and more.

"Well," I ventured, "what's your name then, and why do you know so much about Veronica's plans for the summer?"

She laughed, a silver peel accented by the cutest dimples. "Because she's my big sister. I'm Valerie." Looking into her face more closely, I suddenly recognized the resemblance. Where Veronica had long brunette tresses, Valerie had short blonde hair, but they shared similar large brown eyes and elfin features. Looking further down, I could tell that as in Veronica's case, Valerie's tits would never be very large. Fine by mean, to say the least.

"She's your big sister? Then how old are you?"

"I just turned fifteen. They usually don't hire girls until they're sixteen, but Mr. Andrews said it would be okay, because Veronica's always been a good worker, I guess."

"Oh, she's one of the best. I'm sure you will be, too. But come on, you look a lot older than fifteen!" Actually, up close, she looked even younger, but while this reality pleased me and my half stiff cock, I was betting that like many girls her age, she preferred to her imagine herself more developed than she was. Her gratified smile proved me right.

"No, really! Believe it or not, I just got my braces off two weeks ago!" Her smile demonstrated that her orthodontist had earned his fee.

"Well, you look like you're at least seventeen," I shamelessly lied, and she again looked delighted.......(cont)