It had originally been planned as a group outing. Four couples in all. But Brenda was the only girl to stick to her promise. Despite the fact that she and Travis had broken up a couple months ago. Now here she was, the only female amongst four overly loaded testosterone morons. With the exception of their guide, Holly.
Brenda had been looking forward to this trip, a post-graduation trip with friends and their significant others. After four hard years of studying, and little partying in between, they had made it through college. But now, Brenda was having to deal with the "boys" and their off-color jokes and chauvinistic attitudes. Brenda had learned to tune them out, but it was irritating to have to hear it all day long.
Brenda sighed, and lagged behind everyone as they hiked along the path. This was something Brenda had always enjoyed. It had just been awhile since she had had the opportunity, and despite feeling abandoned by her friends and left to deal with the guys, on her own, Brenda was enjoying spending the time here, in the mountains.
To look at her, most people would mistake Brenda to be more interested in dancing. She was of average height at 5'4", long blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a decent size of breasts, 36B, which looked perfect on her. It was the well-toned body and legs that lead people to believe she was a dancer. What they would find out after getting to know her, was that she was an avid hiker. In the past couple of years, she hadn't gotten to do as much hiking as she would have liked, but found that she was in better shape than her brother and his friends. Her ex being one of them.
Brenda grinned as she heard the tune of You Are My Sunshine being whistled. In the past two days, Holly, their guide, would start whistling to keep from listening to the crude remarks from the guys. Without their girlfriends around they reverted back to Neanderthals and thought that hitting on Holly and making crude remarks was fun. For them maybe, but they weren't scoring any points with Brenda or Holly. The whistling seemed to work. The guys would stop talking. They knew when they were being ignored. As it turned out, they used the time to catch their breath.
Brenda found it extremely amusing at how winded the creeps got. And that was before they would start in on wasting their breath with the remarks. But they had to prove how macho they were, and they would get winded shortly after leaving camp, so Holly had to slow the pace for them. Brenda wished they could just leave the guys behind and set their own pace. She smiled to herself as she pictured leaving them in a cloud of dust, red-faced and panting for air.
But this wasn't her show. Holly was a good guide and Brenda even found herself joining Holly's tunes, and beginning to enjoy herself, regardless of the immature harassments of the guys.
Brad, Brenda's twin, wasn't bad by himself, but around his friends, he was as bad as any of them. Travis, her ex, was your typical chauvinistic/jock type. Which is why they broke up. Brenda got tired of his demands that she dress and act a certain way, so he would look good. Brenda quickly nixed that relationship. Glad she had before sex became an issue, but unfortunate that he was also Brad's best friend. That being the reason for him still being included on this trip. Ben and Nick were the other two in the group.
Brenda grinned as she heard them starting to complain. She heard comments on how hot it was getting, possible blisters, and of course, the need for food. It never failed, about an hour after leaving camp, they would start complaining. They were the ones that came up with the brilliant idea for this trip after graduating, and yet they were the ones complainiing like a bunch of girls.
What was she saying? She WAS a girl! And so was their guide, and they were both doing great. The fellas obviously hadn't taken into account of actually having to hike the trail, carrying their supplies on their backs. After a few more minutes of complaining, Holly stopped in a shaded spot next to the river.
"Alright, everybody! Take five then we need to keep going, if we want to reach the next campsite, before sundown."
Four masculine groans answered. Holly glanced at Brenda, her back to the guys, and gave a conspiratory wink. Brenda hid her smile by reaching for her canteen. She took a drink and got up to refill it. As she went to the river, she heard one of the guys say something about "the slavedriver." As Brenda joined Holly, she couldn't help letting out a small laugh.
Holly looked up from refilling her own canteen and grinning, asked, "What's the joke?"
Brenda laughed and said, "Them. They call you the slavedriver." Holly laughed with her.
"I knew from the moment I met your group they were going to be a handful. So I made it a point not to make it easy on them."
Brenda laughed. "Don't stop. I'm enjoying their misery too much."
Holly grinned. "How are you doing? Am I driving you too hard?"
"Not at all. It's been awhile since I've really gone out and did some hard hiking, but I'm doing fine. I've actually learned to tune them out and enjoy the scenery."
Holly smiled, "Glad to hear it. Let me know if it gets too rough. You, I don't mind helping. Those jackasses can suffer for all I care."
Brenda's eyes widened a little at how vehement Holly was. Holly blushed a little. "Sorry. I know one of them is your brother, but of all the groups I've lead on these trails, I have never had such a hard time."
"It's okay. I was just thinking the same thing not too long ago. I guess they've been hitting on you?"
Holly let out a derisive laugh. "That's putting it lightly. The big jock actually tried to make it sound like it would be a privilege to screw him. Period."
Brenda groaned. "I'm so sorry. I actually dated the pig for awhile, but broke up before sex became another way for him to try to hold on."
Holly laughed. "Don't apologize to me. I'm sorry you ever dated the guy."
Brenda grinned. "So am I. But glad I was able to put it to an end before it got too far."
Brenda and Holly chatted for a while and planned on really giving the guys a work out if they kept up harassing them. Suddenly, Brenda was very glad she came on the trip.
They joined the guys and Holly announced that it was time to get moving. More groans followed as everyone stood up and followed. Brenda smiled as she brought up the rear. Holly set a faster pace than earlier, explaining that they needed to make good time to camp. Soon the guys were huffing and puffing and taking drinks from their canteens. Occasionally, Holly would look back and check on everyone. When her gaze fell on Brenda, Brenda would give her a thumbs-up, Holly would wink, and keep going.
After a short time, Holly started whistling Climb Every Mountain. Groans and mumbled complaints came shortly after. Brenda smiled more and was really enjoying herself.
Another hour passed and Brenda noticed that the guys hadn't complained in a while. Grinning, Brenda realized it was because they were trying to save their breath. Even Travis, the best fit male, was breathing hard and red in the face. Brenda looked at each one, and noticed that they were all kind of lagging, feet dragging and slumped over. Her gaze met Holly's and Holly nodded. It was time to give the guys a break.
When Holly announced it was time to rest, there was an audible sigh of relief. Everyone took a drink, then refilled their canteens. The guys took a while longer, at the river, to splash water over their faces and necks to cool.
