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Paige isn’t looking forward to chaperoning her younger sister’s Girl Scout Troop for a camping trip outing—burning S’mores, telling the same old ghost stories and listening to little girls giggle all night long—until she meets the new Girl Scout Troop leader, Brandi. The petite blond is just her type, so when a tent mishap leaves Paige without one, forcing the two women to share, the trip goes from tame to thrilling faster than either of them could have imagined.
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Girl Scout Trip
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Short Story—Big Bang!
What can you do with a dozen fourteen-year-old Girl Scouts, three dozen Hershey’s chocolate bars, two boxes of graham crackers and four bags of marshmallows when you’re thirty miles from any known civilization?
Paige could think of a few things, not the least of which involved going to prison for homicide—those pointy marshmallow sticks would make a great weapon, she mused—but she gritted her teeth and agreed to take them all down to the lake to swim so Brandi could finish setting up camp.
“Are you sure you know how to pitch a tent?” Paige asked doubtfully, watching the other “adult volunteer” in their little band of merrymakers pulling tent poles out of a bag.
Even though Brandi had taken charge once the bus had arrived at the camp site, barking orders clearly enough to get the girls moving, setting up their tents and unpacking their gear, Paige still wasn’t quite sure Brandi knew what she was doing, exactly.
Maybe it was her own brunette’s natural prejudice against the petite blonde—or maybe it was Brandi’s bright idea that using some of the kerosene would help the fire start a little faster. Paige had thankfully made it to the girls before they tried that brilliant idea, or all of them would have gone home to their parents without eyebrows.
“I’ll be fine!” Brandi blew a stray length of blond hair out of her eyes, sitting back on her heels in her hiking boots. She was wearing her green Girl Scout sash with all her badges, everything from her Brownie wings to her Senior Scout badge and Paige had to resist the urge to make a joke about Girl Scout cookies being made from real Girl Scouts so hard she actually bit her tongue. “Please, just take the girls down to the lake. Let them swim and have fun. I’ll finish up here.”
“If you’re sure?” Paige glanced over at the giggling group of girls, already in their suits, towels slung over their shoulders, among them Paige’s little sister, Jess—the sole reason she’d agreed to come along on this exasperating outing in the first place.
“Go!” Brandi insisted, flashing her a very broad smile as she struggled with the tent bag. “I’ll have it all fixed up by the time you get back. That’s your tent, isn’t it?”
“Uh, yeah, but…” Paige looked over at her gear—less than half of what most of the other girls had dragged along. She was a seasoned camper, even if she’d never been a Girl Scout.
“I’ll set your tent up too, as payback, okay?” Brandi stood, brushing her hands off on her khaki shorts and shooing Paige toward the waiting gaggle of girls. “Then we can get that fire going and roast hot dogs and marshmallows!”
“Okayyy, but no kerosene, right?” Paige backed away, still doubtful, but there was no arguing with that blinding, over-confident smile and squeaky reassurance. Besides, what trouble could she get into setting up tents, Paige reasoned, directing her charges down the path toward the beach.
The girls were just as obnoxious down at the beach, snapping each other with wet towels, comparing suits, whispering jealously about Jess’s impressive cleavage, even at her age. Paige looked at her sister, listening to the other girls with her own painful memories of being teased about her ample bust size, knowing the girl would eventually come to appreciate her bra size. It certainly drew all the boys’ attention, that was for sure—although in Paige’s case, that had been annoying. For Jess, who didn’t have a gay bone in her boy-crazy little body, it would be a boon.
She took out her Kindle and read for an hour while the girls swam and played and generally made a nuisance of themselves. The sun was starting to sink low in the sky and she judged it was about seven. Time to get them all back to camp for dinner. As if on cue, Jess sidled up and started complaining that she was hungry. Paige stowed her Kindle in her beach bag and stood, brushing stand off her cut-offs.
“Let’s go then.” Paige led the troop back toward camp, up a long hill that had seemed a lot easier on the way down. By the time they got back, they were hot and tired and even hungrier.
Unfortunately, Brandi hadn’t made much progress on the fire. In fact, she hadn’t made much progress on anything. Her own tent was still flat as a pancake and Paige didn’t even see her tent. With a sigh, Paige, directed Jess toward the fire, giving her instructions on how to feed it and, making sure the kerosene was well out of reach, she went over to help Brandi.
“Everything okay?” Paige squatted down next to the blonde, who sat in the middle of her flat tent with her knees up, arms crossed, face buried in them. “Need some help?”
“Oh no, I’m fine.” Brandi sniffed, lifting her head and wiping at her tear-stained cheeks. “Just peachy. Everything is just grand.”
Paige frowned at the blonde’s tears. She couldn’t fathom the reason for them.
“What happened?”
Brandi sniffed and pointed toward the trees. Paige followed her direction and her gaze fell on something she instantly recognized. It was her own tent, caught high up in a tree, tangled in the branches.
“How in the hell…?” She blinked in surprise, looking back at Brandi, trying not to throttle her.
“I’m sooo sorry,” Brandi wailed, burying her face in her hands. Her words were muffled and interrupted intermittently by sobs. “The wind took it! I ran after it, but I couldn’t catch it in time. And then… and then…”
“Then?” Paige prompted, staring at her tent caught in the tree, seeing the giant hole in the side that definitely shouldn’t have been there.
“Then I tried to get it down,” Brandi wailed. “I tried climb
ing and I did this!”
She held up her hands, ripped to shreds by the bark.
“And then I fell and did this.” Brandi turned her leg to the side, showing her a decent sized gash on the side. “So I tried using the tent poles, but they got caught. And then… your tent ripped…”
Paige watched as the girl started sobbing again, uncontrollably this time. She was clearly, completely overwhelmed and the other girls were starting to notice. Without their fearless leader, Paige feared they would have anarchy on their hands. Besides, while Brandi clearly had bitten off more than she could chew with this trip, she didn’t deserve to be sitting in the middle of the woods crying about a ripped tent and a lackluster campfire.
“Okay,” Paige soothed, putting her hand on the girl’s arm. “It’s okay. We’ll fix it.”
“Paige, I’m starving!” Jess skipped over toward them, complaining the whole way.
“Jess, listen.” Paige stood, screening her view of the sobbing Brandi. “Go in the cooler and get the hot dogs. You and the girls start cooking, okay? I’m going to help Brandi get her tent up and we’ll be right there.”
Jess cocked her head, frowning, but she didn’t question her sister’s instructions.
“Come on,” Paige said, holding out her hand to the blonde. Brandi’s nose was red from crying, her cheeks streaked with dirt. “Let’s get your tent set up.”
It didn’t take them long, with Paige’s instruction, to get the little two-man pup tent up. It wasn’t as nice as Paige’s, but it also didn’t have a giant hole ripped in the side. She didn’t know what she was going to do without a tent all weekend, but she’d cross that bridge later.
“I’m really, really sorry about your tent.” Brandi looked mournfully up into the tree. “I’ll pay you back for it.”
“Do you have a first-aid kit in here?” Paige asked, going through Brandi’s gear.
“Of course,” she scoffed, holding her hand out for the bag. “Here.”
Paige handed it over and Brandi produced a hard-backed first-aid kit complete with a red cross on the front and a Girl Scout logo in the corner.
“What are you doing?” Brandi asked as Paige crawled into the two-man tent.
“Get in here,” Paige called.
“I’m so sorry.” Brandi crawled in, dragging her gear and sleeping bag behind her. Paige waited for her to roll out her sleeping bag and get on top of it. “You can have my tent and sleeping back tonight if you want. I can sleep by the fire.”
“I don’t want to have to put you out in the middle of the night.” Paige snorted, grabbing the blonde’s calf and yanking it toward her.
Brandi yelped in surprise, half sitting, half-laying as Paige inspected the wound on her leg. It was long but not deep and Paige opened the first-aid box, sorting through it for what she needed.
“I’m not an idiot,” Brandi said, wincing when Paige dabbed the cut with hydrogen peroxide.
“I know,” Paige soothed, blowing gently on the other girl’s gashed leg. It was a very nice leg, Paige had to admit, and she was sorry to see it wounded. “But you haven’t exactly made the best camping decisions so far this trip, you know?”
“I just thought the kerosene would help things along,” Brandi protested, her voice small as she watched Paige drying the cut with the heat of her breath. “And I said I was sorry about the tent.”
“I know you are.” Paige smiled at her, trying to be encouraging. Given the amount of badges on the girl’s uniform, she had to know a little something about camping, she reasoned. Maybe Brandi was just having a bad day. Or week. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re still in once piece.”
Paige put a large Band-Aid over the cut, smoothing it gently over the other girl’s skin. Her legs were incredibly soft and shapely, even in hiking boots. Maybe especially in hiking boots. She felt the warm rush of arousal when she realized, with Brandi sitting like that, knees up and legs open, she could see right down the leg of khaki shorts. She was wearing white panties with little cherries on them.
“Thanks for your help,” Brandi said softly and when Paige glanced at her, she saw the girls had tears still brimming and her lower lip trembled. “I guess I’m not as good at all of this as I thought.”
“Sure you are.” Paige cleared her throat, picking up the Band-Aid wrappers and busying herself putting everything back into the first-aid kit. “You’re doing fine.”
“You’re a bad liar.” Brandi sniffed and then laughed, swiping at her tears.
“Probably.” Paige grinned. “The good news is, I’m here, and I do know what I’m doing.”
“Well at least that makes one of us.” Brandi smiled back. “Oh my God, do I smell hot dogs? I’m starving.”
“I had the girls start cooking.” Paige snapped the first aid kit closed. “Let’s go eat.”
Brandi rolled over and started crawling out of the tent, giving Paige a very nice view of her pleasingly rounded rump on the way out. That isn’t what you’re here for, she reminded herself, as she followed Brandi out of the tent. It had been months since she’d been with anyone—almost six since Paige’s last girlfriend, Susan, had moved to Arizona with her family. They’d tried the long distance thing, but it hadn’t worked out so well, especially after Susan had found a pretty blonde Barbie to hang out with.
Blondes had never been Paige’s type, but she couldn’t help watching the pretty blonde across the fire, balancing her hot dog on the end of a stick. The younger girls were giggling and talking about boys like typical tweens and Paige noticed Brandi abstaining from the conversation. Of course, that didn’t mean anything. It most definitely didn’t indicate that she liked girls instead of boys, she told herself, tearing apart a Ballpark frank and popping the end into her mouth.
There was no point getting her hopes up. Besides, she couldn’t risk it. She could see the headlines—Leader Assaulted by Lesbian on Girl Scout Trip. Paige didn’t need any more drama. Susan had been drama enough, and she had been a mousy little girl with brown hair and glasses, very nerdy and studious—until you got her into bed. Then she turned from mouse into lioness on the prowl.
Paige warmed at the memory, feeling her face filling with heat. When she glanced across the fire, she saw Brandi putting marshmallows on sticks for the girls with a little smile on her face. Their eyes met and Paige could have sworn the corners of her mouth turned up a little more at the corners in response.
“Here, do mine.” Jess handed over her marshmallow and stick in frustration. Paige shoved the pillowy marshmallow onto the stick and handed it back to her sister, licking the stickiness from her fingers, watching Brandi do the same across the flames.
When the girls started singing camp fire songs, Paige decided she wasn’t up for any more cheerful Girl Scoutness and excused herself. She just wanted to curl up, pull her sleeping back over her head, and forget all the paths her brain seemed to want to travel tonight, because that way led to disaster. She was sure of it.
Paige found her gear and started untying her sleeping bag. The ground was soft with pine needles under her feet. She decided, instead of putting her sleeping bag inside Brandi’s tent and risk temptation, to spread it out under the stars. The moon was full, providing plenty of light, even as the fire was beginning to wane. She undressed down to her underwear and t-shirt, glancing over at the girls, wondering if she should remind them to put out the fire before they all went to sleep.
Brandi will handle it, she told herself. The night air was cool and she hurried into her sleeping bag, zipping it all the way up and closing her eyes. The crickets sang along with the girls, a Girl Scout nature lullaby, but Paige had a hard time falling asleep, although she was exhausted from all the hiking and carrying and babysitting.
She kept thinking of Brandi smiling at her through her tears, and how the girl’s calf had felt in her palm, so soft and supple. And those damnable panties covered in little red cherries. Paige didn’t know how long it took, but by the time Brandi came back to her tent, she was sleepin
g soundly.
She never would have woken up at all of Brandi hadn’t tripped over her. They both swore out loud as Brandi sprawled over Paige in the moonlight, landing full force, knocking the wind out of both of them. Paige popped her head out of her sleeping bag, blinking and trying to make sense of where she was. It took several moments before she remembered she was in the middle of the woods on her little sister’s Girl Scout trip.
“What are you doing out here?” Brandi whispered, her body still on top of Paige.
“Sleeping,” Paige replied, stating the obvious, wondering if it was hard to breathe because Brandi’s full weight was on her, or if was more the way the blonde squirmed on top.
“Why aren’t you in the tent?”
“It’s not my tent,” Paige reminded her. “Mine’s in a tree, remember?”
“I said I was sorry.” Brandi sighed and rolled off, sitting on the bed of pine needles between the sleeping bag and the tent.
“Are the girls sleeping?”
“All tucked in.” Brandi yawned and stretched and, as Paige’s eyes adjusted to the light, she saw how her shirt rode up, exposing an expanse of her belly.
“You put the fire out?” Paige hated herself for asking but it was better safe than sorry.
“Of course,” Brandi scoffed.
“You sent one of the girls down to the lake for water?” Paige sat up, pushing her sleeping bag down to her waist, already knowing the answer by Brandi’s hesitation.
“…well, no…”
“I’ll do it.” Paige sighed, climbing out of her sleeping bag and hunting around for her backpack with her jeans in it.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.” Brandi stood in a huff, already heading toward the lake.
Without a flashlight. Or anything to bring water back with.
Paige rolled her eyes, swearing under her breath as she found a flashlight in her bag, grabbing her empty water bottle and putting on a pair of crocs before heading after her. Brandi was practically running and Paige didn’t want to go too fast, considering she was only wearing crocs. And no pants, she realized, halfway down the path to the lake.
