Caravan of love

“God I need a cigarette!” I gasped as I collapsed, exhausted, at the top of the small mountain my team had just hiked up in the Lake District.

“You’re supposed to be setting us a good example.” Khalid laughed as he flopped down next to me quickly followed by his two schoolmates.

“Fu…To Hell with that!” I laughed, “I deserve one after a walk like that.”

Still laughing at me puffing and panting the boys whispered something, then Khalid turned to me and asked nervously; “Do you really want a smoke?”

“I was supposed to have given up…but…yes… at this minute I would absolutely love one.” I replied.

“Jonny,” he turned to his friend, “give her one.”

“I’d love to; but will a fag do?” The good looking teenager giggled.

When the penny dropped that Khalid had made an innuendo the laughter got even louder.

“You boys will get me the sack!” I chided them as I took the cigarette from the packet. Jonny knelt beside me as he lit it in his best James Bond manner.

“You’re leaving anyway,” the other boy, Fletcher, corrected me.

He was correct; this was my last day as a teacher in the UK and I was only doing this course as a favour to the Headmaster.

I’m Nina and I’m a 25yr old supply teacher in the North of England. Because I was sick of not knowing which school I’d be at from one week to the next I was catching a train home to Bishop Stortford the next afternoon after I’d safely put my three teenage charges on the coach home to Newcastle. I’d been at this school 7 times in the last three years and had developed a good reputation among the pupils and staff, but knew that there was no chance that I’d ever get a full-time job.

Every year twelve schools from the Newcastle area take part in an outward bound competition in the Lake District spread over four days. The Headmaster at Ponteland Comprehensive, where I’d been teaching since January, was desperate for his school to do well for once; but Mr. Winnet who was meant to be in charge of a team of four had hurt his back so I was corralled into spending four days climbing hills, canoeing, orienteering and walking through rivers with three hormonally challenged 15 year olds while getting paid for it!

I already knew the three boys in the team from my time as their stand-in Maths teacher and hadn’t had any real problems with them; even though they were all from the notorious Darras Hall Estate. These three were regarded as ‘saveable’ by the Headmaster and the course was their reward for 100% attendance and working hard.

I’m a naturally sporty type of girl; so with my help and leadership we had been ‘neck and neck’ with Scotswood Grammar School and climbing this hill in the fastest time meant that we were the Champions!

“You’d better finish that quick, miss!” Jonny shouted, “Walker Academy is nearly here.”
Khalid and I took a last puff from our cigarettes and made a drama out of stubbing them out and wafting away the tell-tale smell of smoke, although there was a gale nearly blowing us away.

I grinned and shook my head when I read the sticker on the boys’ caravan door – ‘If the caravan’s a-rockin; don’t come a’knockin!’ Hardly appropriate for a group of schoolboys; I thought.

“What’s going on here?” I asked as I suspiciously sniffed the air in their caravan when I went to collect them to go to the evening meal and presentation.

“Nothing, Miss.” They all chimed in unison.

“If that’s what I think it is, you really will get me sacked.” I tried not to grin as I definitely smelt dope in the air.

The boys didn’t admit to anything and we made our way across the muddy field to the main building. It was quite a distance as we had been allocated two caravans at the far end of a large field; the other schools had large tents closer to the main building and toilet block.

“You look nice miss.” Khalid told me as we walked past the other schools’ tents.

“Thank you,” I smiled in appreciation, “a girl never knows what her luck will be like in a place like this.”

I did actually; even though I was wearing a nice short denim skirt and a fitted zip-up hooded top there was absolutely no way I was going to pull on my last night as an English school teacher. The best looking guy was obviously gay and the other teachers and the instructors all looked down their noses at my team as they were from a rough council estate that didn’t fit into their ‘elite club’.

After dinner and the short ceremony we tried to mingle with some of the other teams but when I had to stop Jonny from hitting a taller boy from Scotswood I thought that a tactical retreat was called for.

“Have you got any of that stuff left that I didn’t smell earlier?” I asked Khalid as I pinned Jonny to the wall as a teacher from Jesmond led a whimpering boy away claiming that Jonny was ‘going to kill him’.

He nervously looked at Jonny who was their natural leader; then nodded nervously, “Why Miss?”

“I think that this young man needs to relax and, if memory serves me right, that should do the trick!”

“You’re cool, Miss,” Fletcher told me, with a lop-sided grin, “for a teacher!”

I asked what he meant by that and the boys all told me why they liked me above all of the other teachers as we wandered back to their caravan.

The boys were being trusted not to wreck the van as they should have been chaperoned by Mr Winnet but he had got the train home earlier in the day.

As Khalid unlocked the door he turned and grinned, “We’ve got some booze too!”

“Why am I not surprised?” I chuckled as I took a seat in the middle of the bay window.

Khalid brought his large rucksack in from the bedroom as Jonny produced a tin with 5 spliffs in it from his.

I shook my head in mild disbelief as they poured large measures of vodka into tumblers and topped it up with coke from the ceremony.

“Where did this come from?” I asked as I put the glass to my lips, “I know you didn’t bring it with you; we checked your bags.”

“This morning; when you were putting Winnet on the train,” he grinned mischievously, “I robbed two bottles and some cider out of the shop over the road.”

The boys let out a cheer as I shook my head in mock disbelief.

Jonny opened his tin and offered me one of the spliffs.

“I’d rather have a ciggie if someone has one.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I’ll have one of those later!”

As we sipped the vodka and coke the boys bombarded me with questions: ‘Did I have a boyfriend?’ ‘Why was I leaving?’ ‘What was my home town like? ’‘What was university like?’ ‘Had I ever taken drugs?’ ‘Did I have any tattoos or piercings?’

It was fun talking to them and I tried to be as honest as possible as they genuinely wanted to know what life was like away from their town. I admitted to smoking dope and occasionally dropping a couple of E’s and I had three tattoos; showing them the Angel on my shoulder and the Celtic design on my lower back but letting them guess where the other one was.



When I’d finished my large glass of vodka and coke we all lit up the spliffs…WOW…I’d forgotten how good that stuff could be and how powerful.

My head was spinning when Fletcher handed me a second large glass of vodka.

My legs were now curled underneath and I began asking about their lives. It wasn’t long before they started talking about girls.

As the drink and dope began to take effect we were all in a giggly mood and the boys became braver as they talked about the girls and other female teachers in very personal terms.

I began by admitting to being quite wild at University but not actually telling them exactly what I’d done – just letting them guess; which was fun.

The boys quickly became excited when I didn’t blush or rein them in so their questions soon became very sexy and personal.
‘Did I play with myself?’ ‘Did I use sex toys?’ ‘Had I ever been with another girl?’ ‘Had I ever seen a porn film?’ ‘Do you suck cock, Miss?’

Without hesitating I replied, “Yes or of course,” to just about everything.