Burn, Baby, Burn by Michael Seale (Chapter 13)

 Chapter 13

Boy Scouts

So what if Kimber is mad, I thought. I made it obvious that I was interested. Besides, she isn’t my girlfriend. Sulking at that the bar, nursing yet another drink. I just hated the fact that she had stormed away. Tom and I drank our sorrows away with at the Cat. I lost count of how many drinks we had, had. Both of us stayed there until they closed and then stayed even longer. 

Sam was wiping down the bar, her breasts shaking as she moved. The other chick had left already, not that my boy Tommy hadn’t tried. But she was way out of his league. The moment she had checked out, Tom lay his head down at on one table and snored peacefully. 

“Can you walk?” Sam asked. 

“Sure.” I slurred the only word that I could manage. I stood up, my head spun. I had to hold on to the bar for a moment. 

“Yeah, it looks that way,” She laughed.

There was something about her. She was effortless, sexy, not hot-hot but cute. She had this confidence that most people lack. It was as if she had the world by the balls and she knew it. That fascinated me. 

“Alright, alright, can you get Tom home?” she asked.

Tom snored loudly at one table. 

“Great,” she sighed.

“It’s cool, Sammie.” I tried out my pet name for her.

“I’ve got to lock up. Can you wake him up?”

I bumped into Tom’s table. “Wake up, feltcher.”

He mumbled and tried to open his eyes. Drool had puddled on the tabletop. 

“Ugh, gross.” Sam said. 

“Tommy boy, you gotta get up.” I shook him. 

He tried to swat my hand away. His head bobbed about an inch off the table. “Tom,” I shouted. 

Sam seemed annoyed. Tom mumbled again. 

“Can you help me get him out the door?” I asked.

“And then you guys stumble around until one of you passes out? I don’t think so.”

“So, what do you suggest?” I asked. Of course suggest came out suggesss. 

She walked out of the bar without saying another word. I stared in disbelief. I stumbled out the door, leaving Tom slumped over at the table. He wasn’t going anywhere; I thought. I looked up and down the street for her. It was as if she had disappeared. Then I saw the headlights down a narrow alley. She pulled her car up next to the front door. 

“If he pukes in my car, you clean it up.” She said.

We loaded Tom into the backseat. He immediately started snoring. I sat next to her in the front. 

“Where does Tom live?”

“Somewhere in Pittsfield. I have no idea exac… where.” I said, trying as hard as I could not to slur my words.

“Ok, where do you live?”

“Pittsfield,” it came out Pissfield.

“Shit, I’m not driving to Pittsfield.”

I secretly smiled. I had hoped that would be her decision. 

“Look, I don’t normally take two drunken guys home from the bar, but I know that you two are ok.”

“Right, two honorable Boy Scouts,” it was becoming easier not to slur in cool night. “You know, I was a Boy Scout, did you know that you have to start as a Cub Scout, and then you are a Weblo. What the fuck is a Weblo? No 12-year-old boy wants to be called a Weblo. But I did it.”

We drove down Railroad Street and hooked right. The street was dark; as the lamps had already gone out. There were one or two people milling about, mostly the leftover drunks on their way home. 

“You were a Boy Scout?” she snorted. “You don’t look like one.”

“I’m wondering, how does one look like a Boy Scout?”

“I don’t know, but not like you.” She laughed. It was a great laugh. One of those laughs that makes you feel at ease. Like everything is ok. 

“What was with your girlfriend,” she asked.

“I told you, she’s not my girlfriend.” I said a bit too harsh.  

Her eyebrows rose, “She wishes she was.”

Sammie pulled her car into her small parking spot. Her building was old, not old in a bad way, just short of shabby though. The bottom floor was yarn store or maybe it was a fabric store. I just know that I had never been in there before. Pulling Tom up the not so wide stairs was a feat, but I managed barely.

“For a skinny little dude, he weighs a ton.” I said.

I dumped him on the sagging sofa. She put a big bowl next to him, just in case. I explained to her that he wouldn’t need it. Tom prides himself on the fact that he never throws up. He brags about it every chance he gets. But I suppose better safe than sorry.

“I really gotta pee,” she said. “Make yourself at home.”

She ran down the hall, well actually it was like five steps but she ran them. She turned the water on; I suppose she didn’t want me to hear her pee. There weren’t very many sitting options or sleeping options, come to think of it. I sat at the small kitchen table, waiting for her eventual return. 

She was back a few minutes later; she had changed clothes. Gone was the black t-shirt and jeans, now she was in sweats and a fresh thin shirt. Her breasts pressed against the fabric.  

“Sexy, I know.” She said and did a little curtsy. “But you are an honorable Boy Scout, who wouldn’t dare take advantage of little girl, like me”

“Never,” I said, smiling as I reached to her and pulled her down on my lap. We kissed. She tasted like mint. “Not fair,” I said to her as I pulled away. “I don’t get to brush my teeth.”

She kissed me again without a word. My hands had already slipped under her shirt. She had done the work for me, no bra. Her nipples perked at my touch. 

“You’re no Boy Scout.” She said and looked over to Tom, who was loudly snoring.

She stood up and walked back to her room. “You coming?”

She lit a candle and turned on some music. Depeche Mode. She stripped off her shirt and pushed me towards the bed. It had too many pillows and few stuffed animals. It was a full size, barely big enough for two people. It had probably been the bed from her parents’ house. 

Our bodies collided. I was out of my shirt quickly. She bit at my nipples and kissed my chest. Our clothes fell to the floor in a blink of an eye. 

I always hated to say that we made love; I didn’t know her last name, so how could we make love? But we did it. I suppose that is the middle school way of wording it. Or you could say we fucked whichever you want. 

I gave my best, but my drunken best is never that great. But none the less I gave it my all. In the end she fell over me in a sweaty, breathy mess so it couldn’t have been too bad.