The Class Outing

The Class Outing.

by pete, June, 2006.

Chapter 1.

My name is Paige Wilson, I am an English Lit. and Geography teacher at a well known private school for girls in Toronto, I am just twenty-six years old, and I have a knack for getting on with my students. All of them are around fifteen, pushing sixteen, a difficult age bracket to teach, I have been told by my peers, myself, I didn’t feel that way.

Of course my fellow teachers were right in a way, young female hormones were rampant, and my two teaching subjects were not exactly the top requirements by your normally horny fifteen year old girl, with all her half expressed needs, and her almost total commitment to hopefully as yet, unknown sexual pleasures!

But I had gained a reputation for bringing literature to life, showing that the written word was very capable of being sexy too. And as for Geography, what about all those romantic places where the great love stories of all time were played out. The Principal had raised one very elegant eyebrow at me from time to time, as word of my latest brashness filtered up to her, but she had never said anything, with just a tiny smile playing over her face. I knew she was a kindred spirit!

Anyhow, I had been conscripted to take my English class on their annual school outing, on the week-end before the spring break to a Provincial park, where the school had been going for years now. I had been conscripted because Kay, the teacher who normally drove the school bus had begged off sick, and since I had the appropriate driving license, I was voted in.

I had offered to drive them before, but Kay had suggested gently that perhaps it really wasn’t my cup of tea, and I had not pursued the matter. She was a woman in her middle thirties, and I liked her very much and really looked up to her. Her specialities were Music and Art, and she was every bit as lovely as the subjects she taught.

It was just before sunset on Friday evening when we arrived at the cabin, and I was excited. I was completely new at this stuff, but all my girls were seasoned veterans of camping and roughing it, especially their unofficial leader, Leslie. She had a remarkable personality that complemented her youthful beauty, she belonged in my romantic stories that I taught my girls, I liked her a lot, and I was glad she was along.

The cabin was quite large, two floors, it had had been a line shack in the old lumber days of the forest, and it had been extensively renovated. A power line had been run in, a septic tank system was installed along with some plumbing, and it was equipped with gang-showers for bathing, ideal for a bunch of us girls. There was even running hot-water supplied by an electric heater.

The Parks people had installed half a dozen toilets and some wash sinks just off the shower room .. no trips outside for us city folk which was appreciated, especially at night. The whole second floor was one big dormitory equipped with twenty single beds, where the girls would sleep, I had the line-boss’s old room downstairs to myself. It was kind of nice, I could look through the open door and see the big old fireplace in the main room. There was a smaller fireplace upstairs in the dormitory.

As we had driven up, I had seen a bunch of canoes and kayaks and stuff, drawn up on the sandy beach nearby. The cabin was only available from spring to fall, in winter the water was turned off and drained, leaving the cabin alone to snooze it’s way through the annual ten feet of snow in peace.

After we had moved our stuff in, the fires were lit and we settled down, then the girls prepared our supper. It was surprisingly good, and their young faces flushed with pleasure as I complimented them. Then we sat around the fire in our nighties and pj’s, and talked about this and that, most of it school stuff of course.

There was a modern TV set, but reception was lousy. Leslie said that the Province was supposed to be going to put in a satellite dish system this year, but the girls had radio and cassette players, and we had our own imaginations. The girls had also brought along a DVD player, which they were going to set up tomorrow.

I noticed that the other girls deferred quite naturally to Leslie whenever she had the floor, she was a born leader. There was lots of giggling and nudging when someone would bring up little snippets of school life, that I was completely unaware of. I learned more about my fellow teachers in an hour, than I had assimilated in my two years of teaching. Leslie kept a firm hand on things though, and the time passed very quickly and pleasantly for me.

I was struck by the over-all high level of loveliness in this group of young girls. Out of their school uniforms, their hair brushed out nicely, their young bodies in their nighties and pj’s, they were a very pleasant sight to see. Suddenly I was glad I had come along, I felt quite at home with them all.

The girls were all tired, and soon Leslie announced it was time for hot milk and cookies, then afterwards it wasn’t too long before she told them ‘beddy-byes’ and the girls quickly complied. Leslie said she would be up shortly, and she and I sat on the couch together, watching them larking around as they jostled each other up the rough hewn stairs.

I had brought a bottle of wine with me, and I went to the kitchen and got it out of the fridge, thought for a second and went to the door and showed it to Leslie, a question on my face. She smiled and nodded, and I opened it, got out two dusty wine glasses that I had found, rinsed them off and went back into the main room.

I eased my conscience about giving an under-age girl alcohol, Leslie looked like she was eighteen, even if she missed it by a couple of years. I poured us a drink, and we sat in front of the slowly flickering embers of the fire and chatted, winding down after a busy day. As we sipped and talked, I had my first real chance to get to know this remarkable young woman sitting next to me.

The first thing of course was her beauty. Her smoky grey eyes were very striking in her lovely face, that was framed by her lush golden hair that tumbled generously halfway down her back. In her cute shorty nighty, her lovely breasts were partly exposed, and her very shapely legs were displayed to perfection, I caught a glimpse of her frilly panties as she wriggled around now and then.

She was very graceful in all her movements, her mouth had a certain sensuality about it .. she was one hell of a sexy looking package I thought to myself. I also hadn’t missed the fact that she was giving me the once-over as well, and I felt quite comfortable with that.

I have been known to completely demoralise down-town traffic when I’m wearing one of my sexy outfits, and everything was working smoothly in low gear. I could tell she was impressed with me, and that pleased me.

We sipped our wine and talked idly, then finally she said that it was time she joined the girls in bed, and I yawned as I nodded, I was tired myself. She stood up, then did a very unexpected thing, because she leaned down and kissed my upturned face, before I knew what was happening.

She whispered: “Goodnight Paige.” and then she was halfway up the stairs before I could re-act.

To say that I was surprised would hardly cover it, I was dumbfounded! One of my students had actually had the desire and nerve to kiss her own teacher, then I chuckled to myself as I felt a warm glow run through me … now that was nice!

I finished my wine, put the bottle back in the fridge, turned all the lights off and went to bed. I left the door open so that I could see the dying embers of the fire, and snuggled happily under the covers. The last thing I remember doing before I fell asleep, was my fingers touching my face where Leslie had kissed me.

Chapter 2.

So here we were late at night in the wilderness, and I had just been woken up from a deep sleep by a sound straight out of hell, a sound that I was later to discover was only a wolf doing his late night thing. I had screamed, and they must have heard me upstairs, because soon Leslie came into my room and sat herself down on the bed, her hands reaching for mine in concern.

We had talked softly, and I had calmed down, then she asked me if I would like her to sleep with me for company, on this my first night out in the forest. There was enough light from the dying fire in the main room for me to see her, and I looked at her in her cute shorty nighty, her lovely face half covered by her long thick golden hair.

I nodded gratefully, and she slipped under the bed-covers, and snuggled up against me right away, her hands stroking my hair. I trembled in pleasure, she felt so nice against me, and I snuggled right back at her. She sighed, then eased her breasts away from me a little as her fingers trailed down, then started softly stroking my neck and shoulders as she calmed me down.

I could feel her lovely body pressed against mine, and despite myself a thrill shot through me as she started rubbing herself against me. When I didn’t object, she pressed her crotch more insistently on me, as one of her arms encircled my waist, gently but firmly pulling me into her.

I knew right away of course that she was coming on to me, and to my surprise I never even thought of trying to stop her. I instinctively pressed back at her, as I felt my legs turn to jelly, and a familiar hollowness start in my belly. Now Leslie was openly rubbing her pussy-mound on me, and I could feel her warmth down there.

I was no stranger to lesbian sex, I had been seduced when I was fourteen by a very lovely student teacher, who was only twenty herself. I had spent many pleasant hours at her place, when she was supposedly tutoring me. The affair had lasted for two years, and only ended when she decided to take a job at a college in Vancouver.

I had been devastated when she left, and she had tearfully promised to stay in touch, but she never did of course. Since then I had gone straight as they say, and had never sought out girl sex, nor had it come my way.

So I knew what I was getting into as Leslie started rubbing her pussy against me, and her arm tightened around my waist. Soon her hand dipped under my pj’s, then her fingers gently probed between my legs, and she gently eased her finger-tips into my already throbbing pussy. I moaned as I felt her probing fingers, and automatically opened my legs up for her.

She asked me in a soft voice if I liked what she was doing to me, and I nodded, then I felt her pulling my pj’s down and off me. She quickly stripped off her own panties and nighty, and moaned softly as she rubbed her naked pussy on my thigh. Then her trembling hand opened up my legs, and her fingers once again entered my pussy.

I moaned softly and turned on my back and looked up at her, my thighs open wide now, her eyes were glowing in the fire-light as she looked at me. Then she reached up and pulled my top up and off over my head, and I heard her gasp in pleasure as she saw my naked breasts for the very first time. She threw off the bed-covers, and our bodies were completely bared to each other.

I took a good look at her now, and she was really something to see with her beautiful young body. My eyes went straight to her pussy, and it was as smooth and bare as a baby’s bum, she obviously shaved it or something. And she had no external labia at all, it was just a long sweet cleft in a puffy mound … she looked like a little girl down there.

My pussy was almost a mirror image of her own, and I watched her smile in great pleasure as she looked at me down there. Then she knelt between my legs, spreading them open with her hands as her face dipped down, and her mouth sought out my love-hole. I laid back and parted my thighs even wider, and clasped her head to me as she started to eat me out.