"Remember class, keep this professional!" Silvia chanted to her students in the van. "This is an obscure collection belonging to an old fellow who really belongs to a different time and culture so be respectful! I have never formally met this person only contacting through mail. These works are more *ahem* explicit and exotic. Keep this professional!"
Gretchen rolled her eyes and looked out the window of the van as they departed for whatever dumb museum she would have to endure. Calvin sat next to her, stinking of pot smoke and scribbling in a little journal that could fit in his pocket. Jennie sat in front of them wearing her short shorts and sneakers as always, no matter the temperature. Beatrice sat right behind her teacher, Silvia, who drove the van.
As they pulled out of the parking lot on campus, Silvia's thoughts wandered.
I hope the person who runs this museum is there. They told me that they would be present months ago, but never talking by phone and speaking only mail... Anyways, after the extra credit field trip we should return by five this afternoon, that is enough time for me to still have a night out... I wonder if that guy, uh, Tom? will message me back on the dating site. I feel like every guy sees my age and walks away. I worry that my time has passed. Maybe I am meant to be alone. Maybe I am supposed to lead these young people! Silvia thought to herself as she drove, and looking in the mirror, smiled at Beatrice. Her smile wilted as her eyes wandered to Calvin and Gretchen. Those two flunkies always seemed to just scrape by on the minimum.
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As they drove through the hills in the country, an hour and a half at least from campus.
Professor Silvia Lapin tried to focus on the road, but the heavy winds and rains combined with the lack of light proved too much, and the van collided with a large downed tree branch, sending the van careening into a soft ditch and smashing against another tree.
I hope everyone is uninjured and safe! Silvia thought to herself before impact. Stay professional, Silvia, these are your students.
Calvin rubbed his bruised elbow and looked around at his classmates, Jennie, Beatrice and Gretchen as they all shifted slowly after the rather serious collision. The rain beat on the roof of the van, and random flashes of lightning lit everything they could see. A deep thick forest surrounded them it seemed. They had driven as a class to visit Professor Lapin's colleague in the country. They had a collection of exotic art objects that the professor wished to show to her small class. This field trip was meant to be for extra credit after their exams, so naturally Calvin and Gretchen knew they had to attend the extra credit field trip. Jennie needed the extra credit to help keep her scholarship, and Beatrice always attended anything school related even though she could afford to skip this trip.
Silvia adjusted her horn rimmed glasses and looked out the window at the storm. Today she wore her favorite suit jacket with blouse and pencil skirt. She had worn her dark grey pumps and put her hair in a tight bun. A thin, long necktie capped her outfit. She wanted to look as professional as possible.
"I think we can assume we will arrive late..." Silvia Lapin looked at her cell phone and saw she had no service at all.
The four students all had no service either.
"What are we going to do?" Beatrice asked as she nervously played with her long brown ponytail. She looked for her book at her feet but could not find it.
"Wait for the storm to blow over," Jennie said with a yawn.
"It is getting worse!" Gretchen said from the backseat.
Calvin opened the sliding door to examine the situation, finding the wheels of the van deep in mud. He shut the door and turned to face his professor and classmates. Out the front window beyond the tree the van had collided with sat a stone wall covered in ivy. They saw it briefly in a flash of lightning before it disappeared in the dark.
"I think that I am going to make a move for that wall and hope a house sits beyond it. Anyone care to join me?" Silvia said as she checked the pins in her bun in anticipation. Her long auburn hair she kept in a bun on her head every day. Silvia liked her long hair but hated having it in her face or over her shoulders.
Calvin checked his pockets and put his cigarettes and lighter inside the plastic bag that also carried his weed in his jacket pocket. He looked at his slip on shoes and wished he had chosen more substantial footwear but looked at Beatrice who wore little high heel sandals.
"Hey, Teach, will this affect our extra credit?" Gretchen asked. Everyone froze waiting for Silvia to answer.
"The day is not over yet! We will talk about it later if we never get to the museum," Silvia stated, and she could almost hear the groveling.
"Come on everybody... We should find a way to get to safety and shelter!" Beatrice said with a rather shrill tone.
Calvin sighed and prepared himself mentally for he did not know what. He hoped he could smoke a joint wherever he ended his journey. As much as he liked his classmates, he always felt he had to pretend to not care about anything and act like a dumb stoner. He wanted deep down, a girl that he could love and hang out with, who could enjoy his silly poetry and the furniture he made with his uncle.
Beatrice also wore a dress that left her legs exposed. Beatrice had her dark brown hair pulled in a loose ponytail. Beatrice wished she had worn something thicker than her thin dress. Hunching forward and peering between her legs, Beatrice found her book and sat up, turned in her seat, and she reached over the back of her seat down under the one behind her. This put her ass almost to the roof of the van, and Gretchen laughed as she and Calvin both could see straight up Beatrice's dress to her rather mundane and sort of unsexy white cotton. Beatrice reached the book, grabbed it and held it above as she returned to her seat. She felt at least a small victory, happy in the face of all her anxiety, but the shock of the collision started to wash away and leave only her panic with having to either stay in a van in violent storm or run through the storm. Beatrice felt dread and disappointment with the notion she might not get to where the field trip had planned. She liked her class and liked her professor for her calm, removed attitude about the subject of sex in art. She had worried that the class would be too lewd but she found it rather tasteful.
Jennie, a sandy blond with short wavy hair, wore just a tank top and jean shorts. She liked wearing scant clothing that showed off her thick round butt and perky c-cup breasts. She had chosen not to wear a bra or panties this day and now regretted her fashion sense. She at least had worn her comfortable sneakers that she called her lucky sneakers after she outran a mugger in them on two occasions. She shrugged and knew it could be worse. She started to jitter with anticipation. Jennie felt a little regret with choosing this class, Art and Sex. She found her professor rather boring and hilariously ironic to Jennie, who expected a wild lustful man or woman teaching the class, not a straight laced, librarian looking, prudish bookworm of a woman. Jennie thought it was so funny that every class her teacher would show a rather lewd image then demand everyone "Remain professional!"
