The Last Boy Scout Ch. 03

"Holding her. Arm around the shoulder."

"Enough. You're going to make me slap you for being a pussy. Go back and thank her for waiting and give her a kiss. On the lips. A little tongue would be good."

He looked at me like I was crazy. "In front of everyone?"

"Of course. Like it's expected. Trust me. The worst she could do is get pissed at you. If she does, ignore her, and give your attention to someone else. She'll come crawling back for more."

"She only started talking to me today," he whined.

"Man up, Max! Do it. Trust me on this."

I spotted Shannon standing to one side, watching our interplay. "Go, I've got stuff to do. Stop by the small fire later and let me know how it goes. Twenty bucks says she's snuggling you and not vice versa 10 minutes from now."

I walked over to Shannon. "I've got water boiling."

"Coffee?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Not yet. The girls want cocoa. I'll have the coffee ready in 15 if you want to stop by. Everything working out over here?"

"Better than I expected. It's not the cluster-fuck it was last night, that's for sure."

"Good. Then relax a little. We've got space by our fire if you'd like to join us."

"Who's us?"

"Me, Teri, John and Dominique, Lisa and Julie."

"You got your sleeping arrangements worked out?" she asked.

"Looks like Teri will be joining us."

Shannon nodded. "That's good. The more the merrier. Looks a lot less suspicious. Don't want the good name of our favorite Boy Scout to get sullied."

I smiled. "I'm gonna run and get the coffee. Stop by later, Ok?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

The poncho was a lifesaver. With the hood pulled up, I stayed dry running to my tent. I found my second water pot and the coffee. I also found my canteen, which was still half full of 151.

There were three new sleeping bags in my tent. It was getting crowded. I couldn't help but wonder where Teri and Shannon were going to sleep. Were they going to be in the big sleeping bag? I figured Shannon would probably sleep in her own, and Teri would most likely be cajoled into getting into the shared one. Could be interesting.

I grabbed my big blanket as a last thought, and loaded down, headed back to my fire. Walking through the big shelter, I saw that Max was openly necking with Wendy. Good for him.

In the small shelter I dumped the gear. I kicked myself for not filling the coffee pot for water. The water was running off the side of the shelter in buckets. I held the pot under a steady stream, feeling the weight slowly increase.

"What's that for?" Julie asked.

"Coffee."

"Is that sanitary?" Teri asked.

"Boiled rain water? I'd say so. You don't have to drink any if you don't want to."

I kept the poncho on while I checked on the fire and swapped out the coffee pots. The first one was boiling. Stepping back out of the rain, I held it up. "Who's for cocoa?"

All four girls held out their mugs. I poured each one full, then refilled it from my roof tap. Once it was back in place next to the other pot, I pulled out my canteen. "Vitamins, anyone?"

"Vitamins?" Dominique asked.

"Bacardi, good for what ails ya."

They all nodded, and I added an ounce or so to each mug. I stepped back into the shelter, peeling off the poncho before wrapping the blanket around my girls. "Sorry Dominique. You're going to have to switch places with John if you want in."

She looked up at John, eyes raised in expectation. He sighed, stood up and waited for her to scoot over next to Teri before sitting back down.

I sat on the opposite end, next to Julie. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing, nosy," Lisa quipped. "Serves you right for abandoning us."

Teri laughed. "Get used to it. The last Boy Scout. The public good always comes first."

Lisa sighed. "Great. Now you tell us. Anything else I should know? I figure you and John over there know him best. What are we getting into?"

John laughed. "You're on your own. Nobody really knows him. Pig-headed do-gooder who keeps to himself. Now if Shannon were here, she might be able to help."

"Leave her out, John," I said softly.

He looked away. Only John knew about Shannon's relationship with our family, since he was practically one of us. Not even Teri knew. "Sorry. I forgot."

Lisa turned to me. "You've got to be kidding! You can't leave it like that! What's the scoop on Teach?"

I glared at John, trying to figure out how to save the situation. Max chose that moment to come running over. He squatted down next to me, beaming. "I owe you twenty. Friggin' second base."

I laughed putting my hand up for a high five. He smacked it hard. "What do I do now?"

"Ease back. She'll make the next move. Don't press it. And don't do anything more than kissing until you have a little privacy." I looked around our shelter. "You might want to move your sleeping bags over here for later. None of us will be staying here. You might get it to yourself."

"Cool. Thanks. I owe you." He looked over and saw Teri sitting with us. He smiled at her. "Hi Teri, uh...thanks for earlier."

She grinned at him. "Good luck."

He took off practically running.

"What was that about?" Julie asked.

"Girl advice. He's striking pay-dirt with Wendy."

Lisa laughed, "And he's coming to you for advice? You succeed in spite of yourself."

"Say what you will. She wasn't speaking to him yesterday. Now she's all over him like a cheap suit."

Lisa slid off her seat, sitting on the ground in front of the fire. "I could really use a shoulder massage," she said, looking over at me.

I got up and took her seat, letting her lean back into me, while I rubbed her shoulders.

"Shit," Teri muttered. "This is how everything started last time. Don't go causing trouble, Alex."

"Me? You guys started it all."

"Us?" Julie spoke up. "All that kissing, talk of cheating, dirty stories. That was all your doing, Don Juan."

"Oh no you didn't!" I told her. "The Don Juan myth was killed, remember. Three. That's it."

Teri giggled. "Six, now. Almost seven."

Dominique was confused. "Three? Six? Seven?" she asked.

Teri turned to her, "How many girls have you heard he's been with?"

"Jesus, Teri! Again?"

"Come on, Alex. She was on the list. She should know."

Even John looked confused, "Know what?"

"How many," Teri asked Dominique again.

"I don't know. Maybe 10?"

Teri hooted her joy. "Exactly! That's what we thought. But it was only three. All the rest made it up."

Dominique looked surprised. "But why? Who would make up something like that?"

"Heather for one. Who knows why? Maybe because he's too much of a gentleman to call a girl a liar. I don't know."

I was getting irritated. "Damn it Teri! As far as anyone is concerned, Heather didn't make anything up. Got it?"

Teri just rolled her eyes at me.

"What did you mean by six?" Dominique asked.

"See what you started, Teri? Jeez, you're nothing but a pain in the ass." I told her.

"You know you love me," she giggled, leaning into me. "Since forever."

"Pain. In. My. Butt."

"Shoulders," Lisa reminded me, squirming under my idle hands.

I went back to rubbing her, glaring at my supposed best girl friend.

Julie leaned forward. "There was kind of a competition for this bum, if you can believe it. Four girls vying for his attention. If he was more of a jerk, and played his cards right, he could have had all of us. Not all at once, but probably all, if he was leading us on. That would have been seven. Turns out Heather's not really in the running. Six. So we're still looking at three, but numbers four and five might be on his horizon if he plays his cards right."

Nice little surprise. Julie covering for us. Too much idle talk about what happened in the tent the previous night wouldn't be good. Especially since we supposedly had a chaperon.

Dominique was fascinated. "Do you guys always talk about this kind of stuff so openly?"

"No!" I answered quickly. "You open up once, in private, with everyone promising to keep it a secret, and this is what happens."

"Jesus, Alex, don't be an ass! Look at where you are! You've got two of the hottest girls in school as your new girlfriends. That's what happens when you open up. Tell him Lisa. If he didn't tell us the whole truth last night, would you be here with him now?"

Lisa took a sip from her spiked cocoa before answering. "Probably not. I thought he was a sleaze and a cheater. Didn't want Julie getting involved with him, just to get her heart broken."

She looked up at me. "You really do have a bit of a rep. We're going to have to do something about that."

"But I didn't do anything!"

Julie giggled. "We know that. Now. You're not the bad boy everyone thinks you are. You really should hear what Denise says about you. Such a perv."

It was a little hard having everyone laughing at my expense. Julie hugged me, gluing herself to my side, kissing my shoulder. "Is it so bad? We like the open you. A lot. Enough to make a spectacle of ourselves."

I turned and kissed her. "Open book, Angel, if that's what you want."

She giggled. "Ding-ding-ding! Right answer. Tell the man what he won, sissy."

"Alex Hamilton! You've won two hot young blue-eyed blondes, measurements 36-25-34, who are going to spend as long as you want making you the happiest man in town, and the envy of every red-blooded male for 100 miles around. But wait! That's not all. You've also won the heart of your childhood friend, who may be a pain in your ass, but will stand up for you against anyone, and may even, someday, fulfill your fondest wishes. Total value of this package is more than you could ever hope to pay."

"34-22-32," Julie added.

"Fondest wishes aren't guaranteed and are not typical, see childhood friend for actual likely results," Teri finished, chuckling.

What had I gotten myself into?

"Share, sissy?" Julie said teasingly.

"Might as well. He's doing a shitty job. So much better when he was still chasing us." Lisa got up, taking Julie's place next to me, while the younger sister settled in between my legs. She pulled off her shirt, sitting in a bikini top. "You have to keep him interested."

"Tease," Lisa muttered.

"You're just mad because you didn't think of it first."

"I can't. I'm not wearing anything under my shirt," Lisa argued.

"You think he'd complain?" Teri piped in.

Dominique was laughing. "Can anyone get a massage? Or is it limited to girlfriends?"

"Hardly," Lisa answered. "Teri started it. Back when she was still pissed at him."

"That was before," Teri argued.

"Oh. So now you won't even get a massage from him? It's not cheating. Is it Julie?" Lisa asked.

"No problem here. As long as it's in front of us and not behind our backs."

I was trying to stay a little more focused on the task at hand, rubbing Julie's shoulders and staring down into her cleavage. I had that to look forward to. Damn, she had nice tits.

The rain had slowed for a bit but was now a steady downpour. Between the noise of the rain beating against the tarp, and the ten foot wide sheet of rain separating our shelter from the larger one, we were as isolated as if we were on our own island. The trees the tarps were tied to, plus the stack of wood under the shelter staying dry, completely blocked the view of the adjoining crowd. I liked that.

"John, make yourself useful. You should be rubbing someone's shoulders by now. I'll be damned if I'm going to be the designated masseuse."

I looked over to see Dominique settling in between his legs, pulling off her shirt, exposing her bra.

She saw me looking and grinned. "Your friends are a bad influence." She looked up at Teri. "And nothing about this leaves this group, right?"

Teri nodded. "Of course. He's the only one I can't help myself around." She turned to me, and pulled my head down for a kiss. "You know I don't mean nothing bad, right?"

"Pain in my butt," I muttered.

"Don't be that way," she pouted. "You're hurting my feelings."

"Fine. One more kiss then, and all's forgiven."

The next kiss was a good one, sweet and lingering. Distracting.

"Enough kisses," Julie spoke up. "Let the man do his job."

Teri pulled back grinning. "Forgiven?"

"Always," I assured her, my hands back to work, wandering a little more than might be seen as reasonable in mixed company.

"Share?" Lisa asked her sister.

"Aww, he was just getting good," Julie whined, getting up and switching places with her sister.

Lisa pulled off her shirt, flashing us all for a moment, before covering her breasts with it. She looked up at me. "Consider this a challenge. How well you do here will influence my behavior later."

I was doing my damnedest to give her the best massage ever, when Shannon showed up, a garbage bag over her head, doing a mediocre job of keeping her dry on the journey from the main shelter to ours.. "Things are looking pretty cozy over here. You guys behaving?"

Julie giggled. "No. Sit with us Miss Shannon. Tell us stories. John says you know more about Alex then either him or Teri."

Shannon glared at John who had the good sense to look ashamed, while he rubbed his new girlfriend's naked shoulders. "John said that?"

"It just slipped," he muttered piteously.

She sighed, shaking her head. "I don't suppose you could take your wandering hands off that poor girl long enough to get your old worn out teacher a cup of coffee, Alex?"

I'd completely forgotten about the coffee. I leaned down and gave Lisa a quick kiss. "Give me a minute?"

She smiled. "For Miss Shannon? Take two."

I hopped up, throwing on my poncho, and stepping out into the pouring rain. It was still coming down in buckets, but the wind was almost reasonable. I retrieved the coffee pot, coffee already mixed in. "It's going to be strong, almost a quarter of the pot's boiled away." I filled Shannon's cup, then John's.

Shannon produced a second cup and held it out.

"Is that mine?" I asked.

"For Dan. He's earned it. For once."

I filled it for her and looked for my own, filling that one as well. I added another half scoop of coffee, and refilled the pot with rainwater, putting it back on the fire after dragging over some more coals.

Teri had the powdered cocoa out and was putting some in each of the girl's mugs. "Refills?" she asked.

I got the second pot of boiling water and filled their mugs. Another rain refill, and everyone seemed set. I grabbed the rum canteen and walked down the line, giving everyone a splash. No comment from Shannon, so I gave her a double. She had some catching up to do.

I worked on building up the fire again, until it was too hot to stay near. When I turned around, I saw Teri walking off. "Where's she going?" I asked.

"Delivering the coffee," Shannon said, sipping hers. "I'm not moving. First time I've been warm all night."

"Take Teri's seat. Get under the blanket," I told her.

"Hardly seems fair, since I just sent her away."

"She'll be fine. She's been nothing but trouble tonight, anyway."

I took off my poncho, shaking the water out of my hair, before retaking my own place between Julie and Shannon. Lisa slid back up against me.

"Long two minutes," she said.

I leaned down and kissed her. "Sorry." I went back to rubbing her shoulders.

Teri showed up and squeezed into where Dominique had been sitting before getting her massage. John had to scoot over a bit, but they managed. She grabbed the end of the blanket and pulled it around her own shoulders.

"A little crazy over there. They're playing truth or dare by the fire."

Shannon laughed. "And that's any worse than topless massages?"

My hands were working the sides of Lisa's breasts. Caught dead to rights, I wasn't going to say a thing.

"Stories, Miss Shannon. Spill. We want to know what we're getting into."

Teri, of course, was the real trouble maker. "How come you know so much about him, anyway?"

Shannon sighed. "I trust this is all just between us, right?"

Everyone assured her of their eternal silence.

"It's not that big a deal. Not really. We just like to keep it under wraps. When I first started teaching here, I had a few problems, and our notorious do-gooder couldn't help but come to the rescue. John too, for that matter. I didn't know anyone in the area, and Alex's family welcomed me like a long lost child. His mother and I are good friends now, and I spend a lot of time at their place, especially on the weekends. It's been that way for over a year now. I knew his old girlfriend pretty well. His father, not as much, he's overseas most of the time. Gives me and his Mom a lot of time together. I guess I know him as good as anyone, outside of his family."

Lisa spoke up. "Doesn't seem that big a deal, not worth keeping a secret."

"It's not. But there are always busybodies. If certain people knew I spend almost every weekend at the home of one of my students, tongues would wag. I don't need that crap."

"Any good stories?" Julie asked, persistent as a bulldog.

"Lots. But I'm a lot like him. Private. I'm not telling if he doesn't want me to."

"He doesn't mind," Julie argued. "He promised he'd be an open book. So far all we've seen is the cover and the end page. Maybe the introduction."

"Let me hear it from him."

I sighed. No getting out of it. "I don't mind." I shrugged, giving it some added thought and coming to a new realization. "You know what? I really don't. John and Teri I've known forever. And I figure my girlfriends can know anything they want. I don't want to keep anything from any of them. Dominique as John's girlfriend might as well hear it too. Half the stories probably involve him anyway. Tell 'em anything."

I should have shut up. Turns out Shannon knew every good deed I'd ever done since I was 6 years old, thanks to Mom. She spent the next hour entertaining everyone at my expense, while I took turns massaging the girls. All of them. It started out with Julie and Lisa of course. Then Teri had to get her turn. Shannon decided she wasn't going to go on until she got a coffee refill and a chance at a massage of her own. I was more than happy to oblige. She didn't complain once about my perpetual erection trying to drill a hole through her spine.

Teri, as usual, had to upset the cart, complaining that Dominique was hogging two of the four hands doing the massaging. John got dragged into things, massaging Teri, and then Lisa. Dominique figure she deserved a shot with me. After that it was a free for all, every few minutes another beautiful girl between my legs, leaning back against my inevitable hardon, while entertained by Shannon's seemingly endless tales.

The stories ran the gamut. Some made me seem silly, others, I still was proud of. Shannon told the tale of one of my earliest attempts at righting wrongs, and helping out the weak, when I took on my first bully. Dad was wrong. Sometimes standing up to a bully just got your ass kicked. Especially when you're seven years old and the bully is 11 and has friends the same age.

"Your Mom said you lost two teeth and got your nose broke for that one. I'm surprised it didn't get you out of the good deed business."

"Baby teeth. No big deal." It had been a big deal. I'd been afraid to go home and cried like a baby.

"He's a planner, our Boy Scout. His father taught him how to fight dirty, and Alex here took them all on, one at a time, ambushing each and hospitalizing two. Damn seven years old and the terror of the neighborhood. Their parents apparently complained and his father laughed in their faces, threatening to do the same to them for raising bullies."

"Everyone faces bullies," Lisa said. "Doesn't seem like much of a good deed."

Shannon had a quick answer. "They weren't bullying him. They were bullying older kids. Girls. Made one of them cry in front of him. That was their mistake. Once the waterworks start, his common sense goes out the window."