"Okay class, the bell is going to go any second," Jo informed her students. "So if you'd like to put your answers to the question sheet on my desk on your way out, please. Oh and those of you who are going on the trip, don't forget that we meet at 9am tomorrow morning ---"

The bell rang.

"By the main gates." She continued, raising her voice over sound of her students grinding their chairs along the floor as they hurriedly stood up. "Kerry can you stay behind and sort out the books please?"

"Yes, Miss Rowley." Kerry replied politely as she packed her rucksack.

"I'll meet you by the gates Kerry, Jenna and me will wait for you, okay?" Loren asked her best friend.

"Yes, okay, I'll see you there soon. Can you hand my work in for me?" Kerry replied as she looked up briefly from packing her rucksack.

"Yeah." Loren said as she picked up Kerry's work.

The other students in the class quickly and noisily placed their work on the front desk and filtered out of the door. Within a few minutes Kerry Johnson was the only student left in the room and she stood quietly at the back of the classroom tidying the books on the shelf.

They were only two weeks into the summer term but already the weather was warm and that always seemed to put Jo Rowley in a good mood. Jo had been teaching at St. Martin's Sixth Form College since the start of the new year and was really enjoying it there. The students, on the whole, were willing to learn and they didn't have too many problems with truancy. The staff too were pleasant enough and while the work wasn't easy, it was rewarding and always varied; no two days were ever quite the same. Jo was in her early twenties, of average height and weight but what people first noticed when they met her was her striking natural blonde hair; it seemed to have a radiance all of its own and shimmered with fantastic overtones of gold. She was the sort of woman who never overdid her make-up, her mum had taught her that when she was a little girl, 'Less is more' she always used to say and it was something that Jo never forgot. On this summer's day she wore a light blue dress that only exemplified her inherent allure since the dress only touched her body where it most accentuated her trim figure. The straps of her summer dress however did nothing to hide the little rose tattooed on the back of her left shoulder and although her mum didn't like it Jo had never regretted having it done. If nothing else, getting it done in the final year of her University course had, since then, just served as a reminder of all of the happy times she had spent at Oxford.

Jo returned to her chair and took the weight off her feet; it had been a busy day. The pile of marking sat on the corner of her desk grinning at her and she felt a little deflated as she realised it was going to be a while before she left this evening. She ran a hand through her short hair and adjusted the bra strap that had been slowly cutting into her shoulder for the last ten minutes. She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her neck a little to ease the tensions and stresses of the day. She looked back at the work she had to mark and then at her watch, still the sinking feeling didn't go, if anything it increased. She lifted her head and gazed across the room to where Kerry was tidying the exercise books; Kerry was a quiet and studious girl, perhaps the best student in Jo's class. As she watched, Kerry finished organising the books and turned round.

"I've finished tidying the books Miss Rowley." Kerry said.

"Thanks, Kerry. I'll see you tomorrow morning then." Jo replied.

"Okay." Kerry picked up her rucksack and made her way to the front of the classroom. "I'm really looking forward to the weekend Miss."

"Yes," Jo smiled sincerely. "It should be fun."

"Bye." Kerry said as she shut the classroom door behind her.

Jo turned once more to her work, she reached across the table, slid the pile of work toward her and then, taking the top set of question answers, she started to exercise her red pen.

By about the fourth set of answers what little enthusiasm she had at first had all but gone and her thoughts left the marking and the classroom temporarily and carried her back to her house and the night before. She closed her eyes as the scene she was remembering became increasingly vivid and as she surveyed the scene she saw herself and her girlfriend take centre stage. As she looked from her vantage point high in a corner of the bathroom she could see the bath where they both lay, the steam across her mirror, the pale pink walls, the blinds drawn across the window and their still warm clothes strewn haplessly across the deep piled carpet. Her attention moved back from the periphery of the image and focused once more on the bath, she could see herself lying back in the bath with her girlfriend's back resting against her submissive breasts. Her arms were wrapped around her girlfriend and her hands had ventured between her legs forcing tiny moans with every movement of her fingers. Whilst her fingers explored she saw herself kissing and licking her girlfriend's tender neck, she could see her girlfriend's face, her pretty features and soft warm smile so evident as she was being pleasured so sensuously. She could smell the sweet fragrance of the bubble bath combined with their intermingled perfumes being carried across the room by the warm air currents. Her girlfriend's natural dark skin looked even more heavenly in the soft lighting that reflected from her own slightly tanned skin and the bubbles that surrounded their two naked bodies. Her girlfriend's long straight dark hair fell across her small breasts and she could see a few wisps stuck to the side of her right cheek by droplets of moisture, a combination of steam and perspiration. Peeking out from beneath the long hair which partially covered her girlfriend's breasts she could see the silver ring that hung from her erect right nipple, the ring she had enjoyed discovering for the first time only two weeks before. Due to the bubbles floating on the surface of the water she couldn't see the pubic bush she was stroking but she could remember the sensations her fingers had given her. Her fingers that had run across her girlfriend's light covering of hair before finding her fleshy hood and the clitoris that she felt rapidly swell beneath her delicate touch. With every caress of her tender swollen bud, her girlfriend came closer to orgasm, slowly but surely closer and closer. Her girlfriend's moans filled the bathroom displacing the fragranced air with the sound of her intense pleasure. To bring her girlfriend to orgasm she saw herself slide a hand up her body and begin to creep closer to her girlfriend's pierced nipple. The fingers of her hand reached the base of her girlfriend's breast but continued climbing past the slight overhang and onwards, toward the gleaming silver target. Her girlfriend shuddered as her index finger rubbed against the ring and then as she played with it between her thumb and forefinger she felt the girl in her arms nearing her climax. Her girlfriend's body was oscillating slightly and gentle ripples on the surface of the bath ebbed from her slowly grinding hips...

The classroom door opened and Chris Groves the English teacher walked in. "Hi Jo." he said warmly, noticing Jo's nipples standing firm against the material of her dress.

Jo dropped the pen she was holding as the image in her mind suddenly evaporated and she was catapulted back into her classroom. "Hi Chris." she replied startled.

Chris was new to the college, he'd only been there since the start of the summer term, after leaving his previous college in Liverpool, but already he had his eye on Jo. When he had first been introduced to her it was the combination of her radiant blonde hair and sparkling emerald eyes that took his breath away, she was so charming that he had been trying to win her affections ever since. He studied Jo for a second and his attention returned to her nipples, which stood out from her summer dress, the summer dress which showed her cleavage off so magnificently. He wondered what she had been thinking about before he startled her; maybe she was imagining him making wild love to her on her desk while nobody was in the college. He smiled to himself at the thought. She was so warm and friendly, so charming, so irresistible and yet it seemed that she would require a little more effort than he was used to since she seemed to evade every move he made. He was sure she wasn't doing it on purpose, she did genuinely work very hard and he respected that but it would all be worth it when he had her melting in his arms. He had this weekend to look forward to and the possibility of them getting a little closer, tonight he wanted to just lay the groundwork. "A few of us were going down to the pub later we wondered if you wanted to join us?"

"No I can't tonight, really, I've got this marking and I have to sort out a few things for the trip too. Have you packed yet?"

"A bit, but I don't think it will take me long. Are you sure you won't come out, even for a bit."

"No I can't honestly."

"Go on, you need a sanity break before tackling those students all weekend." Chris tried.

She smiled. "I'd love to but really I can't, I'm not going to have any time when I get back on Sunday to get this work done and I've got to pack and get some sleep before tomorrow. Sorry."

"Okay, well if you change your mind we'll be in the Lazy Fox 'till late otherwise I'll see you tomorrow morning." he said beaten.

"Yes..." she replied as he headed for the door. "And don't be late."

"Yes teacher." he said with a big grin on his face.

Jo smiled and returned to her work as he left her alone once more. She liked Chris, he was a good teacher, but sometimes he was a little obvious in his attempts to charm her. She didn't mind it was always nice to be flattered even if his efforts were ultimately going to get him nowhere. She felt a little unsure about the weekend and how it would turn out; there were many things on her mind and Chris trying to chat her up all evening was not what she needed.

Jo Rowley stood by the blue minibus in the college car park with her clipboard, ticking off the students as they arrived. The weather was pleasant and it looked like being another hot summer day. She was only waiting for one more student, Loren Spencer, Jo looked at her watch, Loren wasn't very late she mused, it was just that the others were all early or on time. The fourteen other students sat waiting in the minibus while Chris sat on the roof of the bus organising and tying down the rucksacks each student had brought. Jo checked her watch once more and then as she looked up she saw Loren walk round the corner and into the car park carrying a big rucksack.

"Morning Loren," greeted Jo as she approached. "You decided to join us then?"

"Sorry I'm late Miss."

"Alright, just take your rucksack over to the minibus and pass it up to Mr Groves."

Chris stood authoritatively on the roof of the minibus dressed in a pair of mauve hiking shorts and a white England Rugby shirt. As Loren approached he dropped to his knees and leaned over the side of the minibus.

"Pass it up Loren and we can get going."

"Okay." she said as she lifted up her rucksack.

"Ugh. What have you got in here Loren, the crown jewels?"

Loren laughed. "No Sir, just what Miss Rowley said we'd need."

"This is heavy enough for a week never mind a weekend." he said hauling the rucksack onto the roof. "You'd better get in the bus with the others, we need to leave as soon as possible."

"Okay." Loren turned and opened the side door of the minibus.

"Hi Loren." Kerry said from her front row seat.

The minibus was full of students all chatting audibly and since Kerry and Jenna were sitting next to one another the only spare seat in the bus was next to Karl Williams. Loren ducked her head as she climbed in and sat next to Karl. She turned round briefly, found the seat belt, pulled it across herself and fastened it.

The minibus rocked slightly as Chris made his way down the ladder at the back of the bus and jumped down onto the ground.

Jo opened the driver's side door and slid into the seat, she popped her clipboard behind the dashboard as she manoeuvred herself to put her seat belt on. She looked across as Chris clambered into the passenger seat beside her. "D'you know where we're going." she asked.

Chris picked up the map from the shelf in front of him. "Of course I do," he replied smiling. "You just drive and I'll get us all there perfectly."

"Good." Jo said and started the minibus.

It was some three hours later that the minibus left the winding country lane and headed down a small gravel track that had been sign posted 'Hope Farm Campsite'. They were now in north Wales and stunning scenery surrounded them, the weather was good and the forecasts had predicted nothing but clear blue skies all weekend. Ahead of them, further down the track, stood an old farmhouse with a small wooden shed close by. Behind the farmhouse a small open sided barn housed a couple of rusting tractors and some other old machinery. A row of tall trees ran along the left-hand side of the track hiding a small stream from view and above the bank on their right a field of sheep were resting from the sun in what little shadow was provided by the stonewalls.

Jo turned down the radio and parked the minibus close to the farmhouse. She picked up her clipboard once more, opened the door and walked towards the farmhouse. As she approached she saw a woman with her back to her busily hanging out washing in her garden. The woman turned round when she heard Jo's boots noisily crunching along the gravel path behind her.

"Good morning." the friendly looking woman said.

"Hi." Jo replied smiling.

"You're the school party I assume. Have you had a good journey."

"Yes, no problems the traffic on the motorways was fine and we found your farm easily."

"Good." she replied. The woman finished pegging out a shirt on the line and turned once more to Jo. "If you follow me then I'll show you where you are staying and where things are."

"Thanks."

Chris watched from the passenger seat of the minibus as the woman pointed things out to Jo, he couldn't hear what they were saying but he guessed she was telling Jo where they could pitch their tents. Even from where he sat he couldn't help but admire Jo, as she stood with her back to him he struggled to take his eyes from her cute ass that looked so perfectly ripe in her red shorts. It didn't stop there though, from her ass all the way to her ankles was so lovely it was a trip he'd like to make with his tongue. Jo finished her conversation and he watched as she turned and made her way back to the minibus, his eyes were fixed on her breasts that rose and fell with every step she took. As she walked the sunlight caused her hair to shimmer and gleam and he thought she looked even more beautiful than in the classroom yesterday afternoon.

Jo opened the door of the minibus, sat back in her seat, closed the door and turned to the students in the back of the minibus. "We will be staying in a field just behind those trees over there." she pointed. "I'll show you where the toilets are when we drive past." She turned back and started the minibus once more.

The field they were staying in was multi tiered with small clumps of young trees dotted about and was completely devoid of any other campers. The edge of the field was bounded by lichen and moss covered dry stone walls, it was very picturesque, framed so elegantly as it was by hills on all sides. The hills were adorned with sheep, some grazing and some resting from the heat of the midday sun. A slight breeze was the only respite from its powerful rays, a breeze that was filled with the enlivening smell of mountain air.

"Okay gather round everyone, I have to tell you who you'll be sharing the tents with and then I'll tell you where you are going to pitch them. Mike are you listening."

"Yes Miss."

"Good. They are all two person tents as you know and as there are an odd number of you one of you will have to a tent to yourself. If you could go and collect a tent from Mr Groves as I read out your pairs and then come back here. Steve and Mike, Alan and Lee, James and Ian, Karl and Tom, Shannon and Amy, Claire and Kate, Loren and Kerry and Jenna is the lucky one who gets a whole tent all to herself." She smiled at Jenna.

The students all made their way to Chris who stood by the minibus dishing out the college tents. Once they had collected a tent they grouped around Jo once more.

"Now, we are going to pitch our tents over by the trees in the corner there." Jo pointed. "Make sure you give yourselves plenty of room to pitch out the tents and you might as well spread out a bit since we are the only people the lady has booked in for the weekend. Mr Groves and I will pitch our tents just up on the bank, over there," she pointed once more. "Above where you will be so we can keep an eye on you all. Once you have pitched your tents move your stuff into them and you can have lunch. Are there any questions?" she looked from face to face. "Good then lets get everything set up." As they all turned and walked to the corner of the field chatting she turned away and went to pick up her tent from the minibus. Coming towards her was Chris with his rucksack over one shoulder, hers over the other and a tent under each arm.

"To save you walking," he smiled. "Now where were we going to pitch?"

"Just over on the bank."

Chris made his way over to the bank and Jo followed.

After pitching their tents and eating lunch the group of students gathered around the bus carrying small rucksacks on their backs.

"We are going to walk from the campsite today and climb up to a ridge which goes along some of the hills opposite and comes down the hill over there." Chris pointed. "It's a circular route which isn't too difficult and shouldn't take us more than three or four hours, I'm going to lead and Miss Rowley will bring up the rear to make sure none of you get left behind. Is everybody ready?" He looked around the group for any negative responses; there were none. "Okay then follow me everyone." He turned and started to walk towards a path marked Footpath by the side of the farmhouse, everyone else followed.

They had been walking for a couple of hours and had successfully climbed up to the ridge and now they were on their way down to the other side of the campsite through a small wood. Chris still led the group and he had navigated them correctly through the hills just as he had got them to the campsite earlier in the day. Jo still brought up the rear and she was chatting to Loren, Kerry and Jenna. The rest of the group were strung out between them.

"How are you feeling Loren?" Jo asked.

"Oh, I'm not too bad now Miss, now that we are going downhill. I didn't think I would get up that last hill before the ridge."

Jo smiled. "How about you Kerry?"

"Tired but I'm okay, I think I'll go and catch up Kate and Amy, are you coming Loren."

"Yeah okay."

"Jenna, what about you?" Kerry asked her friend.

"No I'm feeling a little tired I'll just stay at the back for a bit and let my legs recover, you two go on."

The two girls sped up a little and caught Kate who was walking along the path some twenty metres ahead. Jenna and Jo were left alone.

"I thought, they'd never leave us alone Jo." Jenna said as she reached across to find Jo's hand and as their hands met they intertwined their fingers, enjoying each other's touch once more.

"Me too, I'm just glad we got a chance to talk before tonight." Jo replied.

"Thanks for putting me in a tent by myself, that should make it a lot easier."

"We'll have to be very quiet, Chris' tent is quite close, I tried to make him put it further away but he wanted to be close to me."

Jenna smiled. "If only he knew."

"Thank God he doesn't. I'm really nervous about tonight, what about you?"

"Yes very, but I only want us to be together."

"I'll see you at midnight then, be quiet and don't use a torch. We should stop holding hands, what if someone turns round."

"Tell them you were helping me along because I felt really tired, no one would suspect. I wish we were alone right now, it would be so romantic to walk arm in arm together through these trees."

Jo smiled as she imagined the scene Jenna had just planted in her mind. "If we were alone I'd kiss you."

"Do you think they'd notice if we slipped into the trees for a moment, just after this turn."

"It's too risky, we can't. Save it all for later."

"I can't keep pretending that I'm just another student, I'm going to burst it hurts me so much. I love you Jo."

"I know, but my job is at stake if anyone finds out I'm with you."

"Why does it have to be like this? It's so unfair, I have to talk to Kerry and Loren about boys and you get Mr Smarmy trying to chat you up, it's not what either of us want."

"There's no alternative Jenna, I know it's hard for you but it's hard for me too, tonight though we can at least be together."

Jenna squeezed Jo's hand a little tighter. "Sorry Jo I love you so much, sometimes it's hard to act normally."

"You'd best let go of my hand, someone really will turn round, we don't want anyone to suspect."

Jenna reluctantly released Jo's hand. "I just had to hold you Jo."

"That's okay, I'm glad you did, I've been wanting to feel your touch since we were together last."

"Oh, Thursday night was so wonderful."

"I know, I spent most of yesterday thinking about it. Every spare minute I had my imagination was filled with us together in the bath."

"I couldn't concentrate either, especially in your class. My mind kept taking your clothes off and running my hands all over you."

Jo smiled. "Yes you did look in a bit of a daydream. They're stopping up ahead, Chris must be making sure we're all together, I know how much he'd hate to lose me. Don't forget midnight tonight and be careful, I love you."

Jenna turned her head to look into Jo's eyes. "I love you too and I won't be a second late, I promise."

They had to stop talking because they were closing in on the others. Chris had indeed stopped the group to let everyone catch up.

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, the students had finished cooking and they sat and ate their dinner in small groups close to their tents. Jo and Chris sat together on the bank and cooked by themselves.

Jo was restless and nervous about the coming night, there were so many variables, so many things that could go wrong, was the risk really worth it. It had seemed so easy when they had talked about it on Thursday, all she had to do was make sure Jenna had a tent to herself and that her own tent was far enough away from Chris so they wouldn't be heard if they were quiet. She had done all that but it still wasn't going to be easy, the more she dwelt on it the more possible disasters her mind threw up. She must have thought of a dozen ways they could get caught, but still it excited her so much there was no way she was not going to go through with it. Besides it would be difficult to get Jenna alone again to rearrange the plans. No, it was going to happen, she just hoped it would all go as smoothly as they had planned.

Jenna Lim sat cross-legged in a pair of white shorts and a baggy blue tee-shirt in the entrance of her tent idly picking through the last of her pasta dinner. Jenna was seventeen and of Singaporean origin; her parents moved to England in the sixties. Jenna had been seventeen for only three months but she had discovered her sexuality long before that. It was something she'd known from about twelve years old, when her hormones had gone through their most riotous stage and she had come through knowing that girls meant more to her than just friends. It wasn't the easiest thing to accept but she knew she had too because she could not change the way she felt.

When she was fifteen she'd had a crush on her next door neighbour, her first real crush; a girl of her own age who attended a private school about twenty miles from her home. It all began when she saw her playing in the garden that hot summer with her younger brother; she was wearing a bikini and having a water fight with him. The girl's giggles and laughter had caught her attention and she gazed out of her window at them playing together. Her eyes drifted towards the girl and as she watched her, her hand found its way into her shorts. She looked so perfect, her long red hair ran down her back and her wet, lightly tanned skin shimmered in the sunlight. She hardly knew the girl, they had only met once and that was very briefly, but as she knelt on the floor of her room staring at the beautiful individual in the opposite garden she fingered herself to orgasm.

From that day onwards she kept a close eye out for her neighbour and in early August she managed to find an excuse to talk to her. She was siting in the garden when suddenly a tennis ball landed right next to where she sat. She put down her book and picked up the ball, she could tell from the noises in the garden next door that it had originated from there. She stood up, stepped through one of the flower beds towards the fence and peered over. She saw the girl and her brother having an argument about who was going to get another ball and whilst she wasn't wearing the bikini she had seen her in earlier that summer she still looked fantastic. The tee-shirt the girl wore was stretched revealing across her young firm breasts and her white cut-off jean shorts seemed to show off her ass so wonderfully. "Hi," Jenna said and caught the attention of the girl who stood close to her. "I found your tennis ball."

The girl left the string confines of their makeshift tennis court, approached and smiled warmly at her. "Thanks a lot," she replied. "My brother can't hit it straight. I'm sorry. It didn't disturb you did it?"

The way she talked gave Jenna a funny feeling inside, not sexual, rather a tingling feeling that something special might someday happen between them. As she looked into the eyes of her neighbour she felt the urge to kiss her tenderly, to run a hand through her hair and whisper beautiful words in her ear but she merely heard herself reply "No, not all. It looks like you're having fun."

"Do you play?" she invited. "Only to tell you the truth my brother is rubbish, he can't even get the ball to hit his racket most of the time."

"Yes I've played a bit." Jenna said honestly, although she knew she'd have said the same even if she'd never played.

"Would you like a game then, if you're not too busy at the moment?"

"Sure." Jenna replied happily. "I'll get my racket and I'll come straight round if you like."

The girl smiled "Okay."

Jenna left the fence and rushed back inside to find her racket, the girl of her bedroom fantasies wanted to play tennis with her and there was no way she was going to be a second longer than she needed to be.

That afternoon Jenna and Phillipa played tennis, they would have played longer but Jenna's mum came round to tell her that dinner was ready and as she left they both agreed to meet the following day. Their games of tennis continued on a daily basis but the more they played and the more Jenna got to know Phillipa the more she began to fall in love with her.

It all happened, some weeks later, on the day that Phillipa suggested they have a water fight; it was a very hot summer day and far too hot for tennis. Jenna borrowed Phillipa's brothers water gun and before too long they were running around the garden soaking each other and laughing wildly. After maybe half an hour of running around, Jenna found Phillipa sitting on a bench in the shade of the big oak tree which stood in the middle of the garden. Jenna sat down next to her friend, "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," Phillipa replied. "I just wanted to get out of the sun and have a rest for a minute or two."

Jenna looked at the girl sat next to her, the tee-shirt that she wore was as wet as her own and was stretched tightly against her bra, conferring every contour of her adolescent chest; Jenna couldn't help but admire. Jenna slid herself along the bench until she was sat right next to Phillipa and taking a hand brushed her wet red hair out of her eyes. Phillipa turned and for a moment they gazed into each other's eyes, Jenna decided now was the time to make her move, to show Phillipa how she felt. She leaned her head forward towards Phillipa and aimed her lips at Phillipa's. As she closed in on her target, Phillipa moved, not towards her lips, but very rapidly away.

"Ugh," Phillipa said shocked and disgusted. "Were you trying to kiss me."

"I'm sorry." Jenna replied and lowered her head in embarrassment.

"That's disgusting, what are you gay or something."

Jenna didn't move.

"I thought you were my friend, if I'd known you were queer I'd never have played tennis with you."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Jenna pleaded. "Can't we still be friends and forget it."

"No way," Phillipa replied. "You're sick, I don't want you trying to kiss me again, that's just gross trying to kiss another girl. Just go home and leave me alone." Phillipa turned away.

Jenna stood and turned, all her hopes and dreams of had been smashed in the blinking of an eye and as she wandered across the lawn, a tear rumbled down her cheek and she wished she hadn't tried to kiss her friend. She returned to her room and lay on her bed and cried, perhaps for an hour, perhaps more; the girl she loved had just rejected her.

It took her a long time to get over that day, it was made easier by Phillipa moving house in late September but still the events of that afternoon wouldn't leave her mind, nor would the image of Phillipa. They had been such good friends, even if only for a while, they had spent so many long summer days together and now she would never speak to her friend again because of what she had done, because of what she was - a lesbian.

Just over a year after that summer she started her A-levels at St. Martin's Sixth Form College. She started well there, settled in without any problems and made new friends easily. None of the girls however seemed to fit what she was looking for and she was unhappy that she would never find anyone who would love her. Her new friends all talked about boys and after the events with Phillipa she was not about to let herself do something else she would regret, that was until the start of the spring term.

At the end of the autumn term Jenna's history teacher left for a college teaching post down in London and when she arrived for her first day back after the Christmas holidays a new teacher had arrived to take his place. On that first morning, when she introduced herself, Jenna sat and stared into her eyes, she wasn't sure why, but she felt such an awesome attraction to her new teacher that reminded her of how she felt when she saw Phillipa close up for the first time.

As the term progressed her affections towards her teacher became more and more acute in her mind; she'd even find herself dreaming about them together as she watched her writing on the white board. She spent a whole term looking forward to her next history class, looking forward to watching her teacher's luscious legs gripped tightly by a pair of exposing jeans. It wasn't until the first week of the summer term that all her wishes and dreams came true in one afternoon.

They always had history last lesson on a Friday afternoon and Miss Rowley liked to ask different students to tidy up the textbooks in her classroom before they left; this particular Friday it was Jenna's turn. All the students had left and Jenna stood at the back of the classroom thinking about her teacher, she turned her head round and saw her sitting on her chair working through the class's essays.

In time Jenna finished tidying the books and made her way back to her rucksack.

"Jenna, are you having problems with this part of the course?" Jo asked looking up.

"A little Miss, there are some bits that aren't quite clear." Jenna replied honestly.

"Why didn't you say something, I am here to help you know. You did very well last term."

"I'm sorry, I just thought maybe it would become clearer over time."

"Well, I've just marked your essay and I think we need to discuss a couple of bits of it, do you want to come and have a look."

Jenna left her bag and walked to Miss Rowley's desk.

"Grab a chair and we'll go through it."

"Okay." Jenna said and took a chair from the front row of desks in the classroom. She placed the chair next to her teacher and sat down.

Jo smiled at Jenna and squeezed her right hand for reassurance. "It's okay, there's no need to look so scared, I'm not going to tell you off."

"Sorry." Jenna smiled enjoying the touch of her teacher's warm hand.

Jo reached over and pushed Jenna's hair over her shoulder and out of her eyes. "That's better. Now what was it you didn't understand?"

Jenna didn't answer but instead just sat and stared into her teacher's eyes. Both of them sat there for maybe ten seconds with total eye contact before Jenna leaned across and aimed for Jo's lips. This time Jenna's target did not recoil but instead leaned towards her and their lips met. Jenna's heart raced as their kiss became stronger; she was kissing another woman and not just any woman but the woman from her dreams.

Jenna left the entrance to her tent and made her way across to Kerry and Loren. They were the last ones washing up their plates in a bowl that Mr Groves had brought over.

"Hi Jenna, you've been a bit quiet this afternoon, is anything wrong?" Kerry asked.

"No," Jenna lied. "I'm just feeling tired after that hard walk."

"You should have come and sat with us."

"No, I just wanted a bit of time to myself."

"Have you heard about Claire and Steve?" Loren interjected.

"No, what?" Jenna questioned.

"Don't tell anyone but according to Amy, Claire is going to sneak into Steve's tent tonight so they can spend the night together."

Jenna heart leapt. "Won't it be a bit crowded with Mike in there as well?" Jenna managed to stumble out.

"He's probably going to move into Kate's tent."

"I didn't realise that Mike and Kate liked each other."

"Well, they don't but you know Claire and Steve, don't you think it's daring?"

"It sounds crazy to me, what if they get caught." Jenna said trying to hide her own thoughts.

"They are supposed to be swapping late at night and swapping back early in the morning."

Jenna felt a flush of nervousness rush across her; this was only going to make her task of getting into Jo's tent and back out much more difficult. She wondered about mentioning it to Jo, but decided it wasn't worth it, if she knew then she'd probably stop them from meeting and Jenna didn't want that. No, she would make sure she didn't get caught.

Chris and Jo sat on the bank overlooking the students and chatted. Jo felt comfortable talking to Chris, he was easy to talk to and she could see how women would find him attractive. They discussed all sorts of subjects, everything from the walk that afternoon, to work and the weather.

"What are your plans for tomorrow morning?" Chris asked.

"Try to get them all up by nine at the latest and ready to go by maybe ten thirty."

"Do you think that's early enough?"

"Well it's going to take about thirty minutes to drive there and about four hours for the walk, then half an hour back. Then we'll have an hour to pack up and then the three hour journey home should get us back at the college for eight at the latest."

"That seems reasonable."

"We could get them up earlier but I think they'll need the rest, most of them don't walk all that much normally."

"I could tell, Jenna was struggling wasn't she, I noticed she was at the back with you for most of the walk."

"Yes, she was struggling, she said she's not really done anything like this before." Jo lied.

"How do you think she'll cope tomorrow?"

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be just fine."

"Good, we don't want to take too much longer than four hours."

"I don't think it will."

"Do you think we'll have any problems tonight?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well you know what students are like, general noise and messing around. I remember when we went on a trip when I was up in Liverpool, there had been all sorts of tent swapping in the night. We only caught the students then because they were so tired after the previous day's activities that they were still sharing the tents in the morning."

"Really?" Jo said acting surprised.

"Do think any of these would try that?"

"No, I don't think so." Jo lied.

"Well there's Alan and Amy and Steve and Claire who are the only couples I know of, do you know any others? Only I was going to keep an eye open tonight because in Liverpool some of the teachers got into real trouble after the parents found out what had happened."

"Well in that case I'll keep an eye out too. That wasn't why you left Liverpool was it?"

"No, I didn't get blamed for it but the trip organiser got into quite a lot of trouble."

"What happened?"

"He had to move schools in the end, pressure from governors and stuff."

Now Jo really was worried, very worried indeed. She still didn't know whether to tell Jenna or not, there was still a chance that they could get it to work and that they would get away with it despite Chris' promise to make sure nothing happened. It hadn't crossed her mind until he'd said it that some of the other students might try a similar trick as her and Jenna. She decided she'd think it over some more before she called the whole thing off, she knew how much Jenna had been looking forward to their secret meeting.

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