RaStro FicS

Surf me up (5)

Rhian had always been a self-confessed beach bum. She loved everything about it - the heat, the sun and the way her hormones tended to go wild with all the flesh on display. The smells were always intensely erotic to her, especially the smell that came off skin which had been sun-warmed after being covered in suntan oil, preferably after a swim in the sea so that there were salty undercurrents as well. Glaiza's smell was unique. For some reason, the 'slappers' still smelled very girly to her, but Glaiza... Glaiza smelled all woman. Musky undertones with an overlay of a gorgeous perfume she couldn't identify, combined with the sea-salt, suntan oil combination had her mind whirling, her senses reeling wildly.

The slappers had been true to their word and had arrived back from an evening foray to town with alcohol and a selection of local lads. Rhian and Bianca knew them all and they were nice enough, so they decided to let the party evolve as it undoubtedly would. The 'slappers' very generously announced that they would be 'happy to share' and readily agreed to the rules of no sleepovers. For them, it solved the dilemma about how to get rid the unwanted guests the next morning. They were steadily pairing off over the course of sundowners at the beach followed by a fire and barbecue and were all merry by the time they started talking about 'types'. Considering that the only ones not paired up at this point were Glaiza, Rhian and Bianca, it fell them to answer. Rhian, amazingly, felt absolutely no sense of impending doom. The local guys all knew she was gay, as did Bianca and the one other person she cared about.

Bianca answered first saying that she was very attracted to older, worldly-wise men rather than 'boys' to which she added hastily "No offense, guys!" Having known each other since they were all in diapers, the boys just laughed at her and said they had known that already. As Glaiza was about to open her mouth, the 'slappers' all started laughing and Maxene blurted out, "Oh, we all know that our Glaiza is a sucker for a hot blonde! She goes for those lean surfer types with bleached blonde hair." The by now very drunk girl looked at Rhian and started laughing. "In fact, blondie, if you had a dick, our girl would be all over you!" then nearly fell off the tree stump she was sitting on she laughed so hard. The other 'slappers' all thought this was hilarious as well.

Rhian blushed and darted a look at Glaiza who was sitting next to her, the firelight playing over her suntanned features not doing enough to cover the fact that she looked mortified. She caught Bianca's eyes and spotted her arched eyebrow before shrugging slightly. Glaiza was muttering to herself.

Maxene clearly couldn't take a hint or read body language and carried on raging Glaiza until she turned to her and said, "For fuck's sake Max, enough already! I think I've had enough embarrassment for one day, okay?"

One of the remaining guys held up his hand hopefully and said in the form of a question, "well I'm a blonde and I surf?" This dispelled the tension as everyone started laughing and soon they were all chatting again. None of the guys had dared to make a move on Glaiza - there was just something about her which screamed she was out of their league.

Suddenly, Chynna realized that only Rhian hadn't stated her preference. When she loudly demanded that Rhian also share, the local guys looked at each other and started laughing. "Come on," Chynna insisted, "what type of a guy gets you hot?"

One of the guys answered for Rhian who was just sitting there with an amused look on her face. "She likes the kind with tits!" Kean said, a bit coarsely.

The 'slappers' were hopelessly confused. "Seriously? Is that like a fetish or something?" Isabel asked incredulously. "You like men with boobs? You're kidding us, aren't you? Let's get serious here, what kind of guy turns you on?"

Rhian looked right at her and realized she couldn't let this go any further. "None of them." She answered confidently. "I'm gay."

Talk about a conversation-stopper, Rhian thought later. The 'slappers' had done the usual dance she's seen through with Glaiza the night before but with far less finesse.