My Story Part 60 
By Corbin  
Beach Week

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I saw Sharon glance back a few times and some of the guys did an about face to 
make small talk with me. I pulled a magazine out of my bag and tried to read, 
but that was next to impossible as I kept glancing up to watch, as well as force 
some small talk out of my mouth. I mean, I know it was nice of them to stay 
behind and keep me company, at least I was trying to give them the benefit of 
the doubt here. And they were trying to score points with me too, but that kind 
of goes without saying.
 
Periodically I watched the guys make impressive dives onto the sand and Sharon 
did a fair job, she was athletic and enjoyed the attention while flirting back 
with the guys as they would teasingly touch her on the shoulder. I saw Sharon 
wipe the sweat from her brow, as I watched her competitive spirit come out and 
kick into overdrive, I admit she looked hot...hot as in sexy hot, her body 
shined like a tan goddess, from head to toe as she would bend forward and lunge, 
her muscles contracting and relaxing during play, her long brown hair 
flying in every direction as she would attempt to restrain it. 

But I started to fell an odd pain inside, an awkward misfit sensation that I 
hadn't dealt with in weeks, maybe months. The way Sharon had so abruptly treated 
me and her shameless flirting with the guys during the game, and all right in 
front of me. My ability to relax and enjoy myself was now broken, to the point 
of irritation, irritation that was slowly boiling over into anger and 
resentment. I kept telling myself that I was being silly...but that did little 
to ease the pain. Every droplet of sweat was an irritant, the sand...those kids 
yelling and splashing in the ocean, the guys sitting around me talking, my 
broken bottle of sun block. 

I'M LOOSING MY MIND!

With a sudden jerk I leaned over and grabbed my shorts, awkwardly I tried to 
slip them up my legs while remaining in a sitting position, which I finally 
managed. Why? Because I was feeling very emotional and insecure, I didn't feel 
like sitting around in that bikini anymore, I wanted to run and hide. Those guys 
sitting around me, there eyes never leaving me for one second, I wasn't in the 
mood anymore to bask in their appreciation. I felt like crying, I wasn't getting 
ready to have my period so that ruled out that excuse. I was mad...and my anger 
kept coming back to Sharon.

"Something wrong?"

"You leaving?"

They started asking and I just paused, so as not to appear rude I wanted to make 
up an excuse. Strange huh? I was actually trying not to be rude, maybe because 
I wasn't mad at them.

"I'll be right back, sorry I forgot something up at the house, just right over 
there." I pointed to the tall building just over the dune.

"I'll come along." One guy spoke up and went to stand, but I just touched him on 
the shoulder. Hmm, nice strong shoulders, kind of sweaty, but nice.

"No it's okay," My mind spun for a quick excuse so as not to hurt his feelings, 
"It's a girl thing." I just smiled.

"Oh..." He kind of smiled as if he got my drift and sat back down.

"I still don't mind." He replied.

"I'll be right back." I reassured him. Amazingly I was up and over the dune and 
no one was the wiser, at the moment.

Even with my shades on during the walk back, once I got into the house my 
eyes had to blink several times to adjust to the indoors. By now I was pissed, 
and stormed up the stairs, I literally took my beach bag and slammed it down on 
the ground hard. If there was anything fragile in there, it was broken now.

"Fucking bullshit!" I bitched aloud and stormed towards the Kitchen, yanking 
open the fridge door. I pulled a lime from the fridge and grabbed a knife off 
the counter to slice it up.

"CORBIN!" I heard Sharon's voice from downstairs, but didn't answer, my 
blood only boiled further hearing her voice. Shit I hadn't expected Sharon to 
realize I had left the beach so soon, I needed some time to unwind and calm 
down. I don't want Sharon to come upstairs and confront me right now, my heart 
and body was boiling towards a furious release. But the footsteps got closer, 
hearing Sharon's flip-flops in action coming up the stairs.

"There you are! What the hell are you doing?!" Sharon threw her own bag down on 
the sofa, she watched me shove the sliced lime into a bottle of Corona. By now I 
was slamming everything in the kitchen loudly as I closed and opened drawers.

"What does it look like?" I spat and wiped my hands clean with a towel and 
picked the bottle up. Oh god, I looked down and saw how badly I was upset, I 
couldn't even hold the bottle of beer in my hands without it trembling.

I saw Sharon shake her head in disbelief at me, her hands coming to rest on her 
hips, "What the fuck is wrong? Why do you do this? What's wrong with you?" She 
snapped at me. Wrong thing to do Sharon.

I stopped walking towards the sliding glass doors that lead out onto the deck 
and spun around to face her. Although we stood about ten feet apart I think it 
was clear that my face was flushed into a well worked up rage. By Sharon's 
reaction, the way her body tensed it told me she was suddenly picking up on just 
how mad I was.