"All I want is a little privacy so I can work on my tan without any tan-lines," Heather groused to herself. Well hardly any, she would have admitted, as she'd kept the bottom half of her bathers on. One never knew who might wander past, after all.
Heather was young and exuberant, wanting to greet summer with a decent tan, and this late spring day had seemed perfect for it. She'd shot down to the beach, finding it practically deserted, probably due to the fact that it was the middle of the week. If it hadn't been for that car driving through the front of the shop, she'd be working too, instead of having a couple of days off while the mess was sorted out. Paid leave, too, as her boss was charging the idiot driver's insurance company.
Wandering around, Heather had found a nicely secluded spot, grassy rather than sandy, which suited her down to the ground. She'd stripped down to her bather bottoms, spread her towel, and laid down to accept the sun.
Now there was this interruption. She could hear some people approaching, and it sounded as though they were going to pass nearby. Hastily donning her bather's top, she settled back down to wait for the intruders to pass by.
A few moments later a couple of men strolled into view. They were youngish, about her age, nineteen or twenty, not bad looking, seeming reasonably fit. They'd obviously been swimming as they were both still damp. They were also arguing between themselves, both apparently certain that they were the superior in whatever the subject was.
Heather preened slightly as the two young men passed, knowing they were throwing appreciative glances her way. They'd passed her and were heading elsewhere when one of them suddenly stopped, at the same time throwing a glance back at Heather while arresting his mate's progress.
"Instead of arguing about this, why don't we get an impartial opinion?" said the man who had initially stopped, jerking her head in Heather's direction.
"What, from her?" asked the second.
"Why not from her? Do you see anyone else around?"
The second man seemed to be looking around, while nodding his head.
"You've got a point. There is no-one else around. I guess we can get her to be the judge."
The two men retraced their steps, approaching Heather who was watching them, curious as to what the little exchange had been about.
"Hi, I'm Alex," said one. "This is James. Jimmy to his friends."
Heather nodded to them. "Alex, James. I'm Heather."
"Make it Jimmy," said the second man. "We were hoping you could settle a little argument for us."
"Um, I guess that depends on what it's about," temporised Heather. "I may not be any sort of judge."
"Oh, don't worry about that. You'll be the perfect judge," Alex told her. "You see, Jimmy and I have completely different love making styles, so it seems to us that if we both make love to you, you'll be able to judge which one of us was better."
Heather blinked. "He has to be kidding!" she thought, shocked.
"Ah, no, I don't think I'm willing to judge that sort of contest," she told Alex, wondering if she should start running. The way they were now standing over her, she wondered if she'd be able to.
"Don't be difficult," said Jimmy. "There's no-one else around we can ask, so it'll have to be you. You're not a virgin, are you?"
"That's irrelevant," snapped Heather. "I just have no interest in having either of you make love to me, let alone both."
