Public Nudity / Beach / Naked with the Boys
"Sure! I'd love to!" you say. You decide to walk with them, out of the safety of your private cove, right out onto the increasingly crowded beach.
The first few steps are hard. This was not so bad when you had the sarong, but being totally naked like this in front of so many people was more than you bargained for. The boys help though. They intentionally bracket you, walking one on each side. Thomas makes small talk with you, also trying to make everything seem normal.
It's not much cover, but when you walk fast, many people don't ever get to look directly at you for very long...except JayJay and Thomas, of course, who spend more time looking at you than looking at where they are walking.
As the late morning tourists and beachgoers catch sight of you, some blush and look away, some look closer for a moment and then shake their heads. One woman puts her hands over her 5-year-old son's eyes. The few times that someone tries to walk closer to you, the boys pick up the pace, practically carrying you way along the boardwalk so no one can get too close.
You should be embarrassed. You should be humiliated. Instead, you feel invincible. It's like you cannot breath out, only in. Your chest seems fuller and fuller as you walk, as more people see you, their eyes bugging out of their heads before they lose sight of you behind one boy or the other. It's hard to keep yourself from running, but because you want to run away but because you want to jump and run and holler with your newfound power.
Finally, Brutus seems to slow down, coming to Thomas' heel without being bidden, his extra energy finally burned off. The boys agree the walk is over, so...
...they suggest you join them and retreat back to JayJay's Dad's beach house.
...they turn toward the tourist pier and suggest you come with them, right into the largest crowd.