Four frat bros

You wake up to the distinctive sound of feet crunching through the course sand of the beach. You can’t see them, because the umbrella is in the way, but you’re pretty certain that whoever they are, they can probably see you, or your body at least. Looking down the beach in both directions, there was no one else in sight.

All of a sudden, in a rush, the stupidity of your decision to come out to the beach hits you in a rush. If this is some pervert, you’re totally exposed out here. You’re too petrified to even sit up and look back, all you can do is lay there, holding your breath, hoping that whoever it is just walks away.

After a few seconds, you hear some murmuring, and then one by one four guys in bathing suits step around the umbrella. You were cued off to trouble immediately, because all of the guys had hair that screamed “frat bro,” rather than the relatively benign “stoner bro” or a variety of other “bro” subspecies that might not have been so bad. University frat bros were trouble because they had absolutely no respect or regard for women. So, lying naked alone on an empty beach, they were serious trouble. As they turned to you, you covered what you could of your pelvis with your book, and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Hey gorgeous, nice day to be out here on the beach getting some sun. We were just coming down to do the same. Hope you don’t mind if we set up our towels over there,” one of them said, pointing with a small football to a spot maybe thirty feet away. The one who spoke wasn’t actually bad looking, though he had a ridiculous blond faux-hawk which was jelled in to place.

“Come on guys, it’s a big beach, would it kill you to move a little further down?” You plead, trying to hit the right tone between pleading and authoritative.

“But then we’d miss out on part of the fun of being on the beach, y’know” a guy with longish brown hair spoke up, giving you a wink.

“What’s that you’re reading there? Must be interesting? Can I take a look?” a third guy, with a ridiculously shaped goat-tee and spiked hair chimed in, making a grab for the book.

You dropped one hand down to cover the book, which exposed a bit of your left breast before you could cover it back up. They guys smiled, turned around, and started settling in a spot not even thirty feet away.

You thought about leaving, but the truth is that there wasn’t anywhere better to be, and as long as they were just over there, it wasn’t so bad. You knew you couldn’t stay covered up all day, so you rolled over and started reading.

After a while, you could hear the guys throwing the football around. Predictably, it was only a matter of time before a football sprayed you with sand and rolled against your leg. You look back over your shoulder to see one of the guys walking over. He is the one who hadn’t spoken up earlier, and who didn’t look so bad, came over to retrieve it.

“Hey, my name’s Steven, sorry about earlier. Boys will be boys, right? Look, they’re not going to stop. They’ll just keep throwing it over here, or do something else. Why don’t you just come play catch with us? That’ll make them happy,” said Steven, smiling in a way that was clearly meant to be reassuring.

On the one hand, he was probably right, they wouldn’t stop, and it probably wouldn’t be that bad. After what you’d been through yesterday, a naked game of catch was nothing. On the other hand, the hell with “boys will be boys” that’s bullshit. Being born with a dick didn’t entitle anyone to act like a dick. You could go for a swim down the beach and get away from them for a while.