Get to class! You can't get in trouble on trip day!

Women behaving strangely is nothing new, you remind yourself. You’ll have plenty of time to figure out what’s going on later, but now you’d better get to class. The bell already rang, so you’re late!

You run through the halls to your classroom, and slide into your seat as the teacher starts taking attendance, but not before he gives you a glare for running into class late. You’ve never gotten along with Mr. Douglas, though all of the girls seem to have crushes on him. Tall and thin, with short dark hair and a Welsh accent, Douglas teaches history, your least favorite subject. You know he doesn’t like you, even if you’ve never done anything specific to piss him off.

Actually, you sort of enjoy watching girls try to flirt with him when he’s teaching. He clearly doesn’t know how to handle it when someone in the front row yawns, pushing her young breasts tightly against her shirt. You’ve often suspected that some of the sluttier girls wear short skirts and try to pull a Sharon Stone by crossing and uncrossing their legs, but if they’re doing that to Mister Douglas, he’s sure not telling anyone about it.

Today, the entire room is bustling with excitement over the trip. Mr Douglas explains how things will work.

“As you all know, we’re very fortunate to send you on the Don Johnson Memorial Field Trip. Mr. Johnson was a very wealthy alumnus of this school, and only his generous gifts enable us to offer you this wonderful educational opportunity.

“The trip will begin with a long bus ride. You’ve all been assigned to buses,” he announces, to a chorus of groans, “so please go where you’re told. Lists are posted in the halls. The buses will be incredibly nice coach buses, so we don’t expect any complaints from you about that.

“After several hours drive, we’ll arrive at our main destination: Humpbridge Village, a village set up to show you what it’s like to live in colonial America, with a full staff of actors to show you every aspect of life there. Obviously, this is part of your history curriculum, and I know that my students, at least, can expect to be rigorously tested on the details you’ll learn while exploring the Village.”

God, he’s such a tightass, you think. One of those stupid girls should just fuck him already, that would loosen him up a little.

“We have a special deal with this wonderful American institution, and there won’t be any other guests aside from you students this afternoon. We also have a special deal with the hotel where you’ll be staying this evening, since we won’t have time to drive back afterward. And expect no funny business,” he yells, to the guys snickering in the back row. “All of us teachers accompanying you will make sure that nothing inappropriate happens on this trip, mark my words.”

Crap, Mister Douglas is coming on this trip? That blows, you think. This might not be as awesome as you thought.

Douglas dismisses class so you can gather your stuff and get on the bus. You fight your way through the crowd, spot your name on the list, and make your way over to bus 6. You bend over, sticking your bag underneath the bus (it’s one of those coach buses) when you look through the bus and see someone standing on the other side of the bus, in a tight black leather skirt that’s super-short, and shows off an amazing pair of legs and tight ass. You’re not sure who it is, but you spend far longer than you need to underneath the bus, just staring at that ass.

Your trance is broken when you hear someone calling your name. “You’re on this bus too, John?”