It was a warm summer’s night in the 1974 and we were alone in a tent together when all at once the flaps flew open.
The tent flaps that is and not hers.
“What’s going on in here?” the voice said through the opening
I was lying under my sleeping bag and Marilyn was kneeling fully clothed, well almost, on an adjacent one.
The voice belonged to her father Ronald
“I might have known Cooper would be in his pit” he continued pompously
Her father Ronald was an Assistant Commissioner and we didn’t get on even before I started feeling up his daughter.
We were staying at the Lochearnhead Scout Station in Perth and Kinross.
It was once a working station before it fell foul of Dr Beeching and his cuts.
It was bought from British Railways soon after it closed, by the Hertfordshire Scouting association and was used as an activity centre for all levels of scouting in the county.
Which explains why I as a Venture Scout and Marilyn as a Cub Instructor were there.
At least it explains why we were in Lochearnhead, though not why we were alone together in a tent on a warm summer evening.
We had been seeing each other for about 3 months and we had reached the point where a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets wasn’t enough for her and she wanted to go to the next level.
The reason we found ourselves in my tent was that Janice, the girl Marilyn shared with was entertaining a waiter from the local hotel in hers.
We had been planning the deed for about 3 days prior to that night as it was to be the first time for both of us.
But in the end as first times go it was pretty rubbish, in fact I’m not even sure it qualified as a first time.
As I managed to get myself into a condom but I wasn’t convinced I got into her before the incident came to a premature end.
Which is why she was almost fully dressed by the time Ronald arrived.
“Get back to your own tent young lady” he said
“You’re so embarrassing dad, Nothing happened” she responded
“I’ll deal with you later” Ronald said
“For God’s sake Dad, We didn’t do anything” Marilyn said
Which was true enough though it wasn’t for the want of trying
As they both walked off into the distance still arguing I thought she looked really horny in her uniform especially as she had her “Love is…” knickers stuffed in her uniform pocket.
Fortunately as we were both virgins and unlike the young of today we were incredibly naïve about sex, we were so much less aware back then.
Luckily Marilyn had no high expectations for the night, having no yardstick to measure it by.
So I got a second bite of the cherry so to speak which I took a couple of days later in the heathered hills of Glen Ogle and afterwards were left in no doubt whatsoever that we had had our first time.
The only downside was I got a tick bite on my arse for my trouble and guess who the duty first aider was.
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