I had been a Boy Scout Leader for years. Even though I had no children, I had grown up through the program and received the rank of Eagle Scout. When I met my (ex)wife, she did not like the fact that “grown” men with no kids were allowed to “play” Boy Scout and demanded that I quit. Reluctantly, I did. I thought I would get my chance again with my own children, but sadly (or thankfully), we did not have any.
Fast forward many years later; the Boy Scouts are just called Scouts now. They allow both boys & girls into the program. I am told this is a good thing. The organization has strict rules on who can be leaders and follow even stricter guidelines to prevent predators from coming into the program.
I was not familiar with the new program at all until a friend of mine was stuck for another adult leader for his troop. I was more than ready to come back. I blew the dust off my old uniforms and equipment and learned that the boys and girls could have shared resources but must “meet” as separate troops.
At my first meeting, I was tagged as an advisor to one boy, Alan, and one girl, Amanda, to mentor their path as an Eagle Scout. Let me say that the Scouting program has really dumbed down the requirements for this award, and, in my own opinion, it is a cakewalk in comparison to the “olden days” when I received mine.
Alan was not too bright and very lazy. As a gangly teen, his personal hygiene needed tending too and his uniform was always a mess and never laid out correctly. He was always missing some of the basics of camping and often blamed his mom for not packing what he needed. He got by on sucking up to the adults in his life and had an air of entitlement to him.
Amanda was a little younger. She seemed motivated, a little mousy and I had never seen her without her blonde hair pulled back and her uniform always looked well presented. She had often asked me to borrow the older Scout books because they had detailed descriptions of scouting skills; how to build a fire and better instructions on how to tie knots.
Alan waffled on his path. He managed to advance one rank in our two years together and dropped from the Eagle path program set by the troop.
Amanda on the other hand was eating it up. Over the past few years, she had advanced four ranks to Life Scout and we were working towards her Eagle Scout rank.
I spent the summer camping at my old Scoutmaster’s property in another state, about two hours away. When I returned in September, I resumed my mentorship with Amanda. To say I was stunned was an understatement. She had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. A few inches taller, the top buttons of her uniform straining to stay together, her regulation shorts were tight about her bottom and she learned a lot about makeup and how to do her hair better. I almost said something out loud. Thank goodness Scouting requires two adults. Scouts are never allowed alone with a grown-up unless it is their own parent.
All was going well. Amanda met all the meeting requirements to be an Eagle Scout, had the merit badges, and finished her project (she had worked with her church to create a food bank – which at the time of this writing is still in operation). She still needed a few more nights to meet her camping requirements. There was no real rush as she needed to complete everything before her birthday next Spring when she would “age out”.
Well, she procrastinated. Her eighteenth birthday was just a few weeks away. What to do?
I made arrangements with Amanda and her troop to spend a weekend in the ole Scoutmaster’s woods. It was five girls, two women leaders, and me. I helped the girls set up their campsite and assisted the women with their tents before tripping off a good distance away to set up my own oasis. On the first full day, the troop enjoyed a hike, prepared great meals, and went swimming in the little pond. Amanda wore a bathing suit that was a little small for her, and there she was, popping out everywhere. The top of her suit barely covered the top of her areola and her ass looked awesome because of the smaller garment. I had to excuse myself. Here I am in my late forties getting a boner like a high school boy. My heart was racing.
That evening, the girls had a campfire and invited me. Some of their skits and songs were new and very flirty. I taught them some new songs (old to me) and noticed Amanda sitting across from me Indian style. From time to time her shorts moved completely aside to expose her young pussy. I thought she was flashing me, but she continued to giggle and laugh with her friends. My mind was playing tricks on me, I swear when she looked at me, her smile looked a little wicked.
The night ended early, the girls “buddied” up and went to their tents, Amanda drew the lucky straw and had a tent to herself. After the girls were nestled in their sleeping bags, the women and I stayed up a bit longer chatting before I went to my own site to settle down.