Menstrual France
For some reason, I missed out on a trip to France with my year when I was in my third year at high school. I could have been ill or something - anyway, the second years went shortly after the third years came back, so I went with them instead.

I was the big boy, and everyone kinda looked up to me. I got all the sausages at meal times, and everyone would listen, enthralled as I regaled them with Third Year stories, helping them appreciate the hidden wonders of Mid-School life. I also got kudos off the ladies of the group, but sadly no handjobs.

One evening, I was scaring the shit out of a group with some spooky stories. We all retired to sleep. In the morning, we were all awoken by a scream. Hurtling down the corridor, we opened the door of one of the girl's dorms, to find blood smeared down the left hand door of the wardrobe. The issuer of the scream had just discovered it.

Everyone was questioned. No-one admitted to having smeared the blood - everyone was jumpy anyway, 'cos of my storytelling Skillz the previous evening. The teachers weren't too sure what had happened.

The next morning, another scream. There was now blood in another girl's bed, and in the bathroom.

The girl was questioned - it turns out she had her first period. Her parents must have been shit, as she had no idea what was happening to her poor 12 year old body. So she mopped up what she could with her hands, and wiped it on the wardrobe door, and, I assume, thinking she was some kind of freak, hoped it would go away. Then, obv, she slept and bled all evening. Quite a heavy one too.

So, yes. That was my introduction to the wonder that is Menstrual Fluid. It was also my introduction to tits (I got a sneaky glance at a rather fine pair of buds), and I sniffed a bra. Not quite sure why, but I liked it.

School trips are ace.
(V3lvetPresley, Sun 10 Dec 2006, 20:46, Reply)