It was turning a little cold and they told us it would be our last chance to sleep in tents before next spring, so the whole troop went. The nights were drawing in real early, so we spent a lot of our time telling each other ghost stories around the campfire. Colton and I were getting pretty eager to find a time to make out. We’d promised ourselves to go all the way at some point during the trip. But we didn’t know when we’d find the time. Even at night, it’s deathly quiet around the tents, and it’s very hard to do anything more than cuddle. One night during one of our spooky campfire activities, we found our moment! The guys were going on and on about stories they’d heard and laughing and talking and making all kinds of noise over the crackling fire. It was then I realized that that was probably our best chance! With everyone distracted and the group as big as it was, no one would notice if we slipped off. We crept into the tent. We started to undress and I guess we must have gotten a little distracted at some point. There’s a heck of a lot to take off when you’re dressed in a scout uniform. Shirts, compasses, caps, belts, neckerchiefs… Colton kept having to remind me to keep the noise down because I was gasping every time his cold hands touched my naked chest. It was incredibly exciting, however, and it was also quite romantic… Our first time together. Then, suddenly, we heard the zipper of the tent! Instead of springing apart, we both froze. It was Scoutmaster McKeon. We’d been caught! I instantly assumed we were in big trouble, but he didn’t actually seem to be that angry. Instead he came and knelt down next to us and told us to continue…
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