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Get left behind? Go somewhere utterly amazing? Get bollocked by a lardy coach driver? Find out the school nurse was secretly bonking the Geography teacher? All these and more on just one five day trip to the Dorset coast. Whahey!

Tell us how your school trip spiralled out of control.

(, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 10:37)
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Sort of a school trip
Because the school was a long journey from where I lived and they provided a school bus for all the girls who lived further away….

So, all girls convent school, very sheltered and well behaved lot we were…most of the time….

I used to sit next to a girl called Tess until she accused me of calling her a bastard because her parents hadn’t been married when she was born….actually I was calling her an evil bitch because she used to pinch me….That almost got me expelled….

Then I started sitting next to Tara particularly as she used to tell me all about her imaginary boyfriends that she met at the local ice cream parlour (we all lived near the coast and used to try to misbehave with the visitors…) even then I knew it was all in her head because she was only 4’7” and very, very round, oh, and only 12 at the time….

But one day I had the misfortune to end up sitting next to Clare and Mary – because of a shortage of seats we had to squeeze up…I’m sitting next to the window….Now there had been plenty of rumours about these two and how ‘close’ they were…Come on, this was an all girls school…there were always rumours….particularly about the PE teacher, but that’s no surprise…and a whole other QoTW…..

Anyway, Clare and Mary start to get giggly, as 12 and 13 year old girls do….and they decide to begin to tickle me….I’m very ticklish….But being molested by a pair of frisky schoolgirls may be many men’s fantasy….it wasn’t and isn’t mine….unless I’m extremely drunk
So I’m screaming and trying to get these two to remove their hands which are EVERYWHERE…they are no longer just tickling....this was very ...intimate...and then some of the other girls start to notice…some of the older girls from the Sixth form…..and no one intervenes and stops them….they all stand around laughing whilst I’m being…attacked…..

When we finally make it to my stop they let me go and we were all breathing very hard and rather flushed...I feel embarrassed about it even today....

And I still don’t much like being tickled….unless it’s by a man with strong hands….
(, Thu 14 Dec 2006, 13:04, Reply)

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