"Oh my God, Hannah, this was such a good idea."
My friend Lauren took a sip of her third screwdriver, stretching out luxuriously on a beach chair. She looked great in a new skimpy bikini, which accentuated her flat stomach, perky round breasts and toned thighs.
"This is going to be the best spring break ever."
I sipped my half empty glass of margarita and made affirmative noises as I flipped through my book.
I didn't expect a whole lot, to be honest. I wanted to have some drinks, get a tan and finish my final paper on world poverty so I could finally relax.
Lauren had been watching a couple of boys surfing for a while now, occasionally making offhand comments about being single. Her boyfriend had dumped her a few months ago, and she was determined to find us some guys to "have some real fun with."
I agreed, only because I assumed we'd do what we always did: have some drinks, bitch about being single, get sunburnt, then go home and pig out on pizza and wine and be in bed by ten.
One of the boys had looked over at her a couple of times. She had progressively shed more layers of clothing with each drink, occasionally bending over to get some trivial thing out of her bag, flaunting her body or running her hands through her hair.
Looking emboldened this time, she set her empty glass down with a clunk and pulled out some sunscreen.
"I'm going to get them to come over here," she said decidedly.
"Okay then," I replied, not looking up from the page I was reading.
As one guy hauled his board up and started walking towards our spot, she waggled her hand and gestured him towards us.
"Hey!" she yelled, her words sounding a little slurred, "Can you help me??"
She pouted a bit, motioning with her sunscreen bottle. One of the guys leaned over, saying something to the other man, and they headed way.
I had to admit, she'd made a good choice. Both guys wore low slung trunks, showing off tanned, lean bodies and ripples of muscle. As they got closer, I noticed that they were both good looking with sharp features and angular faces.
"Hi," Lauren purred, reaching out to shake hands. "I'm Lauren."
"Brian."
"Seth."
They looked at her like one of the triple scoop ice cream cones being sold in the ninety degree weather.
She giggled, flirted, swayed as they talked, explaining they were staying nearby on beachfront property that an uncle owned. I could see Lauren's eyes light up, as we were currently staying at a cheap hotel a couple hours from here.
"Would you help me put on some sunscreen?" she finally cooed, fluttering long lashes and gripping her hands together in a way that pushed out her cleavage.
"Sure." They said in unison.
She shook out a beach towel, squirted some lotion into both of their hands and then stretched out on her stomach.
I watched, fascinated that she'd actually pulled this off. Both guys gave each other a look of disbelief, then knelt next to her.
Seth, who had blonde hair and freckles, started at her shoulders while Brian sat cross legged at her feet and began massaging her calves. She sighed as their hands stroked along her body, then reached back to undo her bikini top when it got in the way.
They talked about their plans for the week, then Lauren mentioned my name and, on cue, they both glanced towards me.
"Hannah, come over here."
Resigned, I tossed my book aside and carried my towel with me.
"Hi," I said, one eyebrow raised.
"Hi," they echoed back, grinning. Brian had dark brown hair that fell across brown eyes. I couldn't help but think he was super cute.
"Nice tattoo," he said, indicating the feather on my forearm.
