I stumbled out of the car like the idiot I am. Oblivious to any staring, I reached into the back seat to grab my backpack and the drawing kit I used to keep in there from last summer. Although I was at a beach, I wasn’t swimming today. I wasn’t strong enough for that.
As I headed towards the bathrooms to change, the sun bathed sand greeted my feet with a warm welcome. Nothing beats that feeling of Lake Michigan sand on your bare feet. Everything was amazing out. The sand wasn’t too hot and the sun too intense, which would change in a couple hours.
Knowing better than the tourist that traveled to see the fresh water and walked an obscene length of beach with the usual beach gear in tow, I set up camp under a tree sitting along the road. If I wanted to see the water, I could walk down when I felt like it. There’s no need to get burned out in the open when you don’t have to.
I stared out into the open waters, the pier in view. The scenery was perfect to sketch, which is why I chose the tree. The only downside was the volleyball nets, which semi-blocked the waters hypnotic shimmer. Correction; it wasn’t the nets that blocked; it was the skinny ass blonde haired tan amazons that played nonstop. I tried not to stare, but sometimes big tits could hold your attention even when you’re a female.
I tore my eyes away once the guys stepped on the court. I felt so awkward sitting under a tree, pale, while almost every other girl was flaunting what assets they had in broad daylight. Yes, you have an ass. Now please, put some shorts on.
I stared out at the water and began sketching. I didn’t need anyone to make me smile. I was pretty good at doing it myself. The gentle waves rolled in swiftly, pulling out pales and shovels so many toddlers brought with them. They cried for their utensils, for their castles could not be completed without them. Oh, the simple joys of being a toddler. No matter how terrible your guardians could be, you were guaranteed to be pretty awesome.
The perfect beach bodies came and went like wildfire. I was utterly astounded at how nicely proportioned some of these people were. I mean, if you were to pull models out of the Victoria’s Secret magazines and Hollister bags, it would be these absurd people.
I rolled my eyes at the new group of guys walking onto the volleyball court. Their tall, toned bodies almost glistened in the sunlight. The only turn off was that they were acting like complete idiot. Most were drooling at the bikini babes to notice the ball coming in their direction. A smile crept across my face once one was accidentally hit in the head.
It took me a moment to realize the one was staring at me for a brief second. Shyness took over as I quickly resumed my sketch. Things resumed like they usually would, the guys continued their pointless game, laughing at one another when the ball went out of court. “Idiots,” I muttered.
That may be, but they’re attractive as hell.
“What are you implying I do?” I asked. “It seems the only thing you are interested in is making my life miserable.”
I was only noting their bodies. Makes me wish I had my own.
“Your thought process is psychotic and delusional, plus highly disturbing.” I said aloud.
Is that so? You must carry the exact attributes you claim I have. We are the same, remember? Besides, why wouldn’t you think about the dirty with one of them? They’re so gorgeous, it’s only natural.
“I am not a whore!” I shrieked. The volleyball across from me fell to the ground with a loud thud. I looked up in horror. I was well aware that they were staring, but I didn’t expect open jaws and stopped movement.
With velocity greater than the speed of light, I managed to stuff all my materials under my arm and ditch before the laughing occurred. The guys fell to the ground in hysteria they were laughing so hard. My eyes began to water as I fumbled for my keys. Just as I pulled them from my jean’s pocket, my pencil case took a free fall out of my arms, along with the sketchbook.
Testing Limits
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