Boy Scouts Part 1

I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to a stupid camp with a bunch of fifth graders. Whiny little kids who probably didn’t even know what a tent was.

I had been in girl guides for eight years, since I was nine years old. Don’t get me wrong, I love camping, and hiking, and all that kind of stuff. It was basically what ran through my veins instead of blood. But I usually did it with girls my own age, people I could talk to and have a lot of fun with. Now that I was seventeen I wanted to be able to go out on my own, not with some group that just needed an extra person to go.

The only reason I agreed to go in the first place was because my mom said that if I kept up with good behaviour and did my part for the community she would consider buying me a car for graduation. I really had no other choice.

On the plus side, I convinced my friend to come too. She was a year younger than me, but better then anyone else I was with.

We arrived at the lake and got out of the van. The camp leaders round up all the smaller girls, showing them all the places they could have their tent. I knew it would keep them occupied for long enough, all wanting the beat spot.

I walked towards the lake with my friend Kristy. Even though she was young, she looked a lot older than her age. She had long blond hair that she seemed to never have to work on and had bright blue eyes. She was short, but very slim, a toned body. From my camping experience with her and many games of truth or dare, I knew that unlike me, she wasn’t a virgin. I knew why, she had a nice round ass and perky B-cups.

I was pretty average looking in my opinion, the normal brown hair and brown eyes, although my hair got quite curly, especially when camping. I was tall, an athletic body from hiking. My proudest feature was my C-cup breasts. I was a virgin, mostly by choice. A bit because no one really wanted to have sex with me.

Even though I was a virgin though, I thought about sex a lot. How it would feel, what it would be like. I had done sexual things, but I could never bring myself to actually take the plunge and give a guy my virginity. Partially because I couldn’t find a guy worth giving my virginity, but I was afraid it would hurt too. Even though Kristy told me it felt great after the first time, I didn’t believe her. Although, she was also the girl that told me anal was the equivalent of heaven.

“Eliza, this will be so much fun!” Kristy says sarcastically and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“It could always be worse.” I shrug and sit by the lake, looking down in my reflection. I wanted to just jump in, but then I would mess up my clothes, and since I was wearing a white shirt people could see my boobs. But what did I care?

“How? We have to stay here for a week looking after a bunch of kids we don’t know.” She sighs and sits next to me. “We could be at home.”

“You didn’t have to come.” I say.

She smirks. “Who can deny your pretty little face anything?”

I laugh and then look across the lake, seeing another group setting up. I recognized them right away, their group at least. I had no idea who the people were. “Hey Kristy, looks like we got some boy scouts.”

“What?” She perked up right away. There was a weird thing between boy scouts and girl guides, we hate each other. Or hated, when we were younger. I remember being ten, seeing a boy scout made me scream about cooties and freak out because we thought they were horrible. Now we could admire them for what they are, really hot. Seventeen year old boy scouts had to go through gruelling training that made their bodies amazing, and since they had an “honour code” they were never douchebags.

“Rethinking how horrible the week is?” I ask and smirk, looking at her.

“Hell yes.” She says and we both laugh, looking over. They were my one weakness, it was something that could always improve a week. Even if I never talked to them, just looking at them made me melt. Guys that thought camping and doing random survival shit for fun?