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
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
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