Follow Shauna to the beach and procrastinate like always

Patrick's procrastination had led him here, to a beach trip that even he couldn't pretend he was excited about, one which had risen all kinds of butterflies in his stomach as they brought him face-to-face with the hungry eyes that his gals had always watched him with. His behavior wasn't about to change now; he could either make himself look like a wiener by telling Shauna he was being low-key blackmailed by his lusty second best friend, or he could keep hoping that somehow, between the morning and the night, Jessie would conveniently either forget or decide against collecting on the threat she'd made. "As long as you're sure you're not going to shit your trunks, let's head down the beach," he offered, throwing a thumb in that direction. "I just hope that when Jessie took all my fucking stuff she at least left the surfboard..."

"Oh, yeah! Where's a guy like you learn to surf, anyway, Patty? You aren't exactly rocking much of a tan," Shauna chuckled, looking over Patrick's pale, lanky body from top to bottom appreciatively for the hundredth time.

"I actually went to the beach a lot when I was a kid. There's no rule that redheads can't go to the beach," Patrick grumbled, scratching at the bush of red hair upon his head.

"Hey, look who the fuck you're talking to," the girl guffawed, then waved her hands over her sculpted, sea-worthy, but extremely dark body. She wasn't exactly the type for tanning either, for completely different reasons than Patrick. "Anyway, I'm no slouch when it comes to swimming, but I'm not going to be seen letting my boyfriend-- sorry, fake-boyfriend-- teach me how to surf. I'd never hear the end of it! Jessie would bust a gut."

Patrick scowled a bit in spite of himself-- he didn't want to picture Jessie with a big, diminutive smile across her face right now. "Yeah, well, you can float in the ocean if you want to. Whatever floats your boat," he shrugged.

"I'll stay entertained. Plenty to look at, out there on the beach," Shauna joked, walking in front of Patrick with a grin on her face and her hands crossed behind her head.

The two took a quick swing by their group's bus, finding it empty as everyone had cleared out to make the most of their college's break. Being seen lying around the bus was sure to label you as either suspicious or just boring, either one which were basically not allowed among their, frankly, judgmental group. They all had a stake in their reputation as wild, cool, and crazy; lying around the bus during the break would run directly opposite of the "gal-code." You needed to be getting laid, making progress towards getting laid, or at the very least, hanging out somewhere that would allow you to lie to the others later that you were getting laid.

Patrick was relieved to find his surfboard where he'd left it, sitting nestled up against several others owned by his gals; it was a hot orange color, sort of gender-neutral. Knowing how to surf was a point of pride for him; it was the type of activity that girls could use to pick up guys, which meant it was perfect for a boy trying to fit in among girls. Sporty, cool, and... kinda hot, he was **** to acknowledge. This might not be such a good idea after all, he reflected. He'd begun to question whether his tomgirl lifestyle had come bundled with this risk all along.

Then again, maybe the girls he hung out with were so horny that they'd be into him whether he was acting boyish or girlish. That was a distinct possibility.

After fishing his board out from the line-up, he met back up with Shauna, who thankfully hadn't been robbed of her own beach supplies in any kind of prank. "Sweet board! I've got the other boring stuff, you know: towels, sunscreen, etc. Hope it's strong enough for your milky white skin, Prince," Shauna ribbed him, bringing a bottle out from the bag and holding it in one large hand. "Man, you need like, SPF 5000 and I need SPF 5. They don't make something that works for both of us."

Patrick appreciated the normalcy of that kind of joke, so much to the point that he failed to miss the foreshadowing. Only once the two of them got back up to the beach and spread out their towels on the sand did he see why Shauna had lotion on the brain to such an extent. It wasn't about getting some laughs; it was part of her plan to squeeze all the juice out of this fake girlfriend/boyfriend bit. No sooner had Patrick finished rubbing down his front than he found Shauna watching him, leaning on her elbow upon a blue-and-white striped beach towel. "So, if the two of us are an item, you're gonna let me help you with your sunscreen, right?" she questioned, then reached out to pat the lime green surface of the boy's towel, indicating he should go ahead and lay down.

"Oh, yeah. That's what I'll do. I'll let Shauna put her hands all over my body," Patrick joked, as he continued rubbing sunscreen in on his shoulders.

"Gal, look around you! It's normal. There's that spot right between your butt and your shoulder-blades you're never gonna get without my help. You have been to the beach before, right? You were talking like you were the shit," Shauna snickered. "Relax, I'm not gonna squeeze your butt. Promise! Lemme handle this." Despite her words, she still seemed awfully giddy about the prospect. Finally, Patrick begrudgingly lay down on his front to allow her another bit of self-indulgence in this deception of theirs. "He he... I said I wasn't gonna squeeze it, but it looks really nice in those little shorts, I'm not gonna lie."

"Fuck off, Shauna," Patrick grumbled, already threatening to sit back up.

Shauna pressed one hand down on his shoulder to keep him where he was, then grinned in a half-apologetic, brightly white grin. "Look, I wouldn't be a very convincing girlfriend if I didn't tell my boyfriend he's got a hot ass." With that dubious logic, the young woman squeezed a generous glob of sunscreen into her hands and began to rub both together, until the palms were coated white and ready for action.

For a moment, Patrick thought to himself that Shauna was actually not bad at all at this sort of thing; she had the strength and **** of a girl who'd massaged a guy or two in the past and new the right spots to hit. This wasn't supposed to be a massage, but if the worst he got out of her perving was a really good lower-back massage, he could count himself lucky. The girl indiscreetly explored his thin, exposed midriff with her fingers, but kept things away from his butt or groin. He didn't even mind when she went for a detour at his legs, getting the back of his calves and other spots he missed earlier. If he'd been watching her face, he might notice the incriminating way her eyes were watching his ass even as she rubbed it into his legs. His friend/co-conspirator/masseuse made some small talk to keep him distracted. "You can't afford to skimp on the sunscreen. You don't wanna spend the whole week laying around as red as a fuckin' lobster."

"You're not wrong," Patrick conceded. This was turning into one of those moments where the idea of having Shauna for a girlfriend didn't seem unappealing. She had turned out to be a heck of a masseuse and the feeling of her strong hands running up and down his bare legs wasn't bad at all. The admirable restraint she'd put in by not continuing up to start playing with his butt-cheeks was another plus.

"Finally, some appreciation! Now, take your top off." It sounded to Patrick as though she was rubbing her hands again, though in anticipation this time.

"'Scuse me?" he asked, not turning his head back around to watch her but lowering his eyebrows and staring out at the ocean instead. It was the kind of scene you saw in movies all the time-- the guy takes his top off at the beach so the girl can get his back, giving everyone a nice view of the side of his pecs. Depending exactly what type of movie, the girl who's rubbing him down might let her hands explore around to the front. Shauna was definitely the sort of perv who'd take a mile if he gave her an inch. It wasn't like he was going to burn through the zip-up sports top he'd been provided.

"You're gonna get a big red line across your freckly back if that thing moves even a little, right? Why take chances? Just let me work my magic fingers~" Shauna reassured him, wiggling her fingers in a way that was not at all encouraging. "You just lay down flat on the towel and nobody'll see a thing. It zips down the front, though so it'll have to come all the way off."