Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12

... I quickly pulled my hands from my top and adjusted the cups to make sure they were covering everything. Fully aware of the amount of movement it was causing on my chest, but unable to do anything to prevent it.

"Uh, no thank you, I got it." I replied, sounding less convincing than I had hoped.

"How about some company?" Another one of the guys said. I started to feel isolated, everyone else on the beach felt miles away, and I tried to look behind the guys for my friends but couldn't find them. I realized how tall all three of them were. They were all very good looking, and I'd be lying if I said I DIDN'T start to imagine one of my more depraved fantasies playing out, but at the same time, I felt small and uneasy. I pulled my knees up to my chest and closed myself off while I gestured to the obvious additional towels and cell phones around me.

"I'm all set, thanks." I responded. And then noticed a fourth guy making his way toward us. No. Fucking. Way. It was Poor Man's Avan Jogia.

"Oh shit!! Hey Bee!" He called out as he closed the gap between us. I waved half heartedly. He stopped beside the group of guys and made no effort to hide the way he was eyeing me up. "Ohhhh my god, you have no regard for anyone with a heart condition, coming out here looking the way you do. How have you been? I've missed you, girl." I couldn't help blushing, despite wanting to roll my eyes.

"Wtf, dude you know her?"

"Yeah, she's that roommate I was telling you about." His voice ...

... dropped low for the last half of the sentence, apparently I wasn't supposed to hear that part. "The chick that one guy's staying with off campus."

"OHH THIS is THAT Bee..." they looked back at me and I stopped holding my knees to my chest. I let my legs lay straight in front of me and I leaned back resting with my hands on the towel behind me.

"What. Bee." I asked pointedly. Staring down the guy that had said it, as I got their attention.

"(PMAJ) said one of the people in his group had a really hot roommate. None of us believed him, or expected him to undersell-"

"What's with the barbershop quartet over here? Y'all take requests?" Monica said, cutting off the conversation as she and Kelly approached. I couldn't help laughing as the guys looked confused. I guess any situation where they couldn't gang up on one of us just flustered them because their whole demeanor changed and they were no longer all cock and swagger.

Monica came up to me and held her arm out to help me up. "If you boys don't mind, this is a girls day, and you're not even doing a good job of giving us shade, so you can move along, please." She said before they could respond. The first guy that had talked to me held his hands up in surrender and started to walk away, with the other's following suit.

"Our bad! Just didn't want your friend to get sunburned out here all alone!" As if I wouldn't sunburn from being in the same room as someone with a sunburn.

PMAJ gave a wave as he walked away from us ...