Ted and Con's campervan by Beecharmer
Summary: Ted and Con get a campervan.
Categories: Ste Therese's House Characters: Con Maynard, Ted Grantley
School Period: Future
School Name: None
Genre: Alternate Universe, Domestic, Friendship, Romance, Slash
Series: All Change Universe
Chapters: 3 Completed: No Word count: 6626 Read: 6208 Published: 09 Jul 2011 Updated: 05 Aug 2011
Story Notes:
Character versions are Ted and Con from CS and then All Change universe, but no need to read anything else other than to know that Ted and Con are a couple and Ted lives at her brother's house.

This is a one off at present, but I already have a couple of other scenes that will fit here, so am setting it up as a seperate story rather than in the Short stories from All Change.
Characters are the property of the original author and no money is made from this.

1. Chapter 1 by Beecharmer

2. Chapter 2 by Beecharmer

3. Chapter 3 by Beecharmer

Chapter 1 by Beecharmer
" Come ON Con, come outside, please. Come and see... Just come outside will you?" pleaded Ted, almost dragging Con by the hand towards the entrance.

"What is going on, Ted? What's all the hurry ?" laughed Con, allowing the other girl to hurry her along, although not without a slightly wistful look at the table and her notebook. There were so many ideas running around her brain at the moment that she really wanted to note them all down before they ran out of her brain again.

But Ted's excited manner and pleading tone told Con that now was not a time for mooning about, mentally chatting with her characters.

Ted reached the front door and bundled her eagerness. She looked around her, wondering what had brought all of this on, why Ted was behaving so strangely.

What she saw made her characters fly away for once. A small, battered but beautiful little campervan was parked in front of her. She stepped forward and then looked back to Ted, with a question on her face.

Ted was looking uncharacteristically nervous and frowning slightly.

" Do you like it?" she said. "I can take it back if you would rather look a little longer?"

The beaming smlie from Con and the arms flung around her neck were answer enough.

" It is ours then? Can we afford it?" Con replied, still wanting to check before she let herself look around properly.

" Deposit paid, if you think it is ok, we just have to pay the rest and we are good to go" Ted said, her hands round Con's waist and the huge smile on her own face showing how relieved she was that her suprise had gone so well. She had plenty of money herself, inherited from her father's estate, but Con was fiercely independent, and wouldn't let Ted pay for much. Being one of a large family, Con was also acutely aware of the value of money, and tended to deny herself, forgetting that her own funds didn't have to be split many ways.

They began to explore the van, with many exclamations of delight at secret compartments, clever storage solutions and folding out of bed platforms.

They puzzled together how to build up the sleeping platform, and Ted made a mental note to ad some extra batons to a part that seemed less sturdy than it might need to be with regular use. After an awkward explanation to her brother about how the old pine bed in her room had come apart from its supports and broken completely one night, and some bruises for both her and Con from the collapse,Ted was taking no chances with beds now.

They set up a gas bottle and gleefully made a cup of tea, and sat down happily to drink it with the door open.Ted's brother and sister in law had to laugh at the beaming pair, when they insisted on making food out in it for them all that evening. But it was an affectionate laughter, and they joined in with the spirit of the thing, despite the food all being at different temperatures due to being done on the tiny stove with very little room for pots and pans.


A few weeks later, with the van all paid for, and both of them free for a weekend, they packed up all the multitudes of things that they would almost certainly never need, and set off on an adventure.

Ted looked over at Con, and briefly took her hand off the steering wheel to rest it on Con's leg. Con's fingers briefly griped her own and then released, for safety, so that Ted could return to holding the wheel more securely. But the message of ' I am happy, we are together in our own space, with no responsibilities' had passed perfectly between them.

They drove initially with no fixed plan, just enjoying being together, and seeing the different view of the world that the height of the van gave them.

Spotting a roadside stall, they stopped and purchased some strawberries and little pots of cream, then carried on till they saw a good stoping point, high enough to provide a good overlook of the surrounding countryside.

Door open, settled back on the inside seats, they enjoying the fruit and cream, and then sat in amicable silence, revelling in the freedom to just be together. Ted looked around carefully, saw no one else in sight, and placed an arm around Con's shoulders and Con settled back into the crook of her arm, enjoying the chance for simple affection in a relatively public space.

They stayed like that for a while, until the noise of another vehicle slowing to turn into the overlook meant a reluctant separation. Con took some of the sting out of it by rummaging for the map, as if the movement apart had had a purpose related to their holiday, rather than a need for safety and discretion.

They worked out where they were, and Ted chuckled as Con added Good strawberries and cream here to the location of the roadside stall, and Good place to eat strawberries, yum. to their current position on the map.


The campsite that they had been looking for was still a little while away, so they cleared up the packages from the food, and set off again, this time with the radio gently playing.

Eventually they came to a steep hill overlooking the sea, and turned into a farm track that led to the campsite.

Everything was new and exciting, from setting up the van on chocks to make it level, to deciding where to put their windbreak and chairs outside of the van.

Another campervan was already parked nearby, and there were several tents. A friendly lady came over to say hello, and offered her sons to help set up the posts for the windbreak

"After all there is no need for young girls like yourselves to be using a mallet when there are young strong men like my George and Eddie around." she said cheerily.

Ted winced as she saw young Eddie smash a mallet down onto the poles of his own windbreak, causing one to splinter with the impact. She thanked the lady politely and said that they were fine without any help, they didn't have much to set up, and they were both Guides anyway.

"Well if you are sure." said the lady doubtfully. " But if there is anything you need help with, you ask, I know they will be glad to help"

They thanked her again, and she left them to continue setting up.

Once everything was as they liked it, they wandered down to a nearby beach. Both of them enjoyed the feel of the late afternoon sun as they walked along idly chatting.

A return to the van saw them cooking a meal and realizing that they had forgotten any drinks at all, a fact that was so reminiscent of expeditions at school that they spent a full half an hour laughing at themselves for doing it. Luckily the campsite was next to a working farm, so they were able to get some milk from there, and there was plenty of water.

While Con cleared away the remains of the meal, Ted wrestled with the boards and cushions, and managed to make the bed, albeit with a certain amount of un chalet school approved vocabulary.

They started to shut off the curtains and get ready for bed, both looking forward to creating their own little den, with no relatives nearby and no worries about getting up for work in the morning.

Pulling the door shut behind her, Con entered the shadowed space, climbing up onto the bed platform and smiling at Ted. They were looking forward to a whole night together, with no need to think about disturbing anybody. There was no rush, and no need to sneak moments while other people were out of the house, or be quiet to avoid waking Ted's baby nephew at night.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

They froze, and looked at each other. It was too soon after Con had entered the van to pretend to be asleep, so grumbling under her breath, Con backed down off the bed and went to open the door.

"Surely you two aren't off to sleep yet my dears!" said their earlier visitor, then continued. "My boys are going off to the local village, why don't you join them, all youngsters together ?"

Con politely refused, making the excuse that they had been up early and had a long way to go the next day. The lady seemed determined not to take no for an answer, until finally Ted had had enough.

She slid off the bed and came along to the doorway. Putting her arm casually on Con's shoulders, she firmly said that they were off to bed now, thank you for the kindness, but they were quite happy thank you. Con tensed initially at the obvious physical contact between them, then relaxed as she realised that it was deliberate, and also that they need never see any of these people again.

As Ted leant forward and shut the door she could see the woman's mouth form an 'O' of suprise.

They locked the door and Ted made sure that they would be easily able to drive off if there were any retaliations for people realising they were a couple. Con relaxed onto the bed again, waiting for Ted to finish her checks.

As Ted clambered back up onto the bed platform, Con looked at her properly and started to giggle. Ted stopped and asked her what was so funny.

Eventually Con stammered out. " Oh Ted! No wonder that woman looked a bit shocked - your shirt was all undone, and as you bend forward you can see you are wearing your undershirt beneath! If she didn't know about us from the arm on the shoulder, seeing you in men's underwear must have given her the clue. Oh dear!!"

Ted began to laugh too. " Ah well! To be honest, unless you really are 'Ever so tired, will just drop off to sleep' as you told her, I think they would have had a clue before the night was over anyway."

Con looked worried. " Oh that is true, we had better be quiet hadn't we" she said, a small frown starting on her forehead, since this was something she had difficulty with when she got carried away.

Ted settled down beside her and replied firmly

" No, Con, the whole point of this van is to be free, and to be us. I don't care what anyone thinks, and we will almost certainly never see them again anyway. I intend on spending the night whatever way we want"

Com smiled as Ted began to add action to her words. It still took her a while to relax again, but Ted knew her mind and body very well, and they were soon fully occupied, all thoughts of other campers forgotten.


The next morning, they packed up their campsite and got ready to go. They were fully expecting problems, but the woman simply ignored them and her sons just stared at them.

At last they were on the road home. Apart from that little bit of awkwardness, they had had a great time. All the way home they chattered about where they might go next.

As Ted looked over at Con, who was driving the van this time, she was very glad that she had found the campervan. This smiley jokey Con was a lively sight to see, and from everything she was saying, Ted could see that she was already thinking about how she could write the holiday into her next story.

Ted was happy. Although a new story would necessarily mean losing Con to her notebook a little, seeing her this animated was worth it. She settled back into the seat and enjoyed letting the chatter from Con wash over her. Campervans are a good thing, thought Ted. A very good thing.
Chapter 2 by Beecharmer
Author's Notes:
This could fit in either Short Stories or after Theodora's Journey, or even as a standalone. It feels right here however, so that is where I have put it. If you haven't read All Change, the situation referenced with Tom and Clem is in the All Change short stories. Hope people don't find it too soppy, but Ted and Con were insistent that their story hadn't been properly told, so here it is!
It was a fine weekend, and Ted and Con had decided to drive over to Kirren Farm, to show everybody the new campervan.

Tom and Dinah were there when they arrived, and joined in the praise and exclamations.

Tom looked critically at the bed platforms and suggested to Ted some improvements. Soon the two of them were happily working away with Tom's carpentry tools, strengthening various parts of the van.

Tom had just oiled a hinge on one of the vents, absently brushing a mark of oil onto her neck without realising it.

Con looked at her, with the smudgey mark on her neck, and was suddenly reminded of years earlier. Specifically of Tom coming out of the herdsman's hut with Clem. Tom's neck had been covered in green make up, which could only have come from Clem, who still had remains of the make up from being the witch in the pantomime.

Ted and Con had both noticed this, and more importantly, had realised that they were both thinking the same thing, had both noticed the chemistry between Tom and Clem.

In the present day, Con looked thoughtfully at Dinah. She didn't know how much of her past Tom had passed on, so decided against reminding Ted and Tom of that day just then.

As she watched, she saw Ted run her fingers through her hair in an absent manner, as she looked at the changes Tom was making. This was so much a part of Ted, this familiar movement, that it brought a smile to Con's face, and again reminded her of that time. They had both been 17, and still at school, best friends already, and inseperable.


That day, they had sent a message between them with their eyes after seeing Tom's neck and blouse. The closeness of their friendship meant that they didn't need to talk, to know that they had things to say to each other. Nor did they need to say out loud that this subject needed to wait until they were alone. It had taken a while, since a boarding school has very few private spaces. After several failed attempts at privacy, Ted had suggested a space she knew on a flat roof outside of one of the box rooms.

At last they were alone to talk, but suddenly neither of them were quite sure how to start the conversation. Finally Con broke the silence.

" Tom and Clem, do you think"

Ted nodded.

" I think so. They came out of that herdsman's hut, and there were bits of Clem's make up all over, er well all over Tom's blouse" Ted replied, blushing as she reached the end comment.

Con gave a giggle.

" I assumed it would only be me that realised, but then I saw your face" she said. "Your mouth couldn't have been wider open if you had weights in it!"

Ted smiled, but was looking worried.

" Con, I don't know what you think about all this," she said seriously, looking everywhere but at her friend. " About people who, who are, are, well..."

Con looked curiously at her friend. Ted was often quite confident, but now she seemed so small, vunerable and anxious. Ted was holding a pencil in her hand, resting it between two fingers, in a way that Con had seen her do before when very worried about something.

Con chose her words carefully.

" I think it is something that some people are just born with." she said slowly, then looked at Ted and seemed to make a decision. " I know I don't remember really feeling any other way..."

Ted had frozen, and seemed petrified of looking at Con. She seemed to be grappling with something inside of her. Eventually she spoke.

" I try not to, but I ... I don't think I have either. Felt any other way that is."

Con looked at her friend. While this hadn't been easy for her, the signs of strain in Ted were far greater than her own feelings of stress. She leant forward to touch Ted's hand, not thinking anything more of the contact than she would towards her sister or any of her friends. To her suprise, Ted snatched her hand away as if burnt.

With no explanation, Ted just left, climbing through the window and half running to the boxroom door. Con was left sitting on the flat roof, unsure how to take this development.


The next week, Ted avoided Con. Len and Ros noticed this, but just assumed that they had had an arguement. It seemed unlikely, since Ted and Con rarely quarrelled, although they bantered regularly, they were really good friends, seeming able to know what the other was thinking, and finishing each other's sentences without conscious effort.

Len wondered if she ought to try anf help. However Len was doing her best not to get involved in her sister's lives, so she decided to leave them to it for now.


Finally, it was the end of term. Ted was staying with the Maynards, and so they all headed over to Freudesheim in a group. Con trailed slightly behind Ted, looking at her talking with Len and Margot.

Joey greeted them and bade them take off their outer clothes and come downstairs again, she wanted to know all the 'hanes' from school.

It wasn't until they got upstairs that Con and Ted realised that this time they were sharing a room, since the Triplet's bedroom was being redecorated. Ted panicked briefly as there was a bit of discussion about who would have the room where there was a need to share the double bed.

Len didn't know the reason, but she knew something was wrong with Ted and Con, and was perceptive enough of Ted to know that she wasn't happy about the first room choice offered.

Deciding this didn't QUITE count as interfering, Len suggested her and Margot for that room before Margot could even express a preference. Ted was able to breathe again, though still worried about sharing a room with Con when they were barely speaking.


That evening, Ted was lying in bed, tossing and turning, trying to ignore the fact that, even in separate beds, she was acutely aware of every movement Con made, of every change of breathing pattern.

Through her tension, she heard a low voice, and turned towards Con, wondering if she was sleeptalking or walking. She looked across to the other bed, straight into Con's eyes. Deep, almost black, and thoughtful.

Having got her attention, Con began to speak, still in that low voice.

"Ted, please talk to me. I didn't mean to scare you. Its just... Its a part of who I am. I can't help it, I don't want to lose you as a friend. Please, I wasn't meaning anything by touching your hand.

To Ted's shock, Con's eyes were filled with tears. She hadn't ever seen the self contained Con like this, and she couldn't help but respond. She reached out her hand accross the gap between the beds, and grabbed hold of the other girl's hand, not quite trusting herself yet to speak.

Quietly, with many hesitations, Ted told Con her own story, avoiding her eyes, afraid of the disgust she had seen in so many eyes before now. She told her everything.

She told her about the conversion centre, how she had been confused and alone, her mother hating her, desperate to go to school. Then how her reputation as a perverted girl follow her from school to school.

She told her slowly about how a curious girl at her last school had kissed her, and the two of them had been caught. The girl had cried and pretended that Ted had been the instigator, that Ted had made her do it. The head had had no choice but to expell her, although for the smoking out of the window being a final offence on top if many others, not the kissing.

Finally she came to a stop. As she looked up nervously to Con's eyes, she was suprised at the anger in them. Con, usually so mild, was furious.

"I just want to ... to HIT, all those people, to push them under a train, to ... to ..." she fumed, the need to speak quietly making her seem to spit the words out. She got out of bed, and strode up and down the room, as if the rage within her refused to allow staying still.

After the first shock, Ted grinned delightedly. This angry Con was a sight to behold! And she was angry for her. For Ted. The defensive wall within Ted began to crumble brick by brick at such a show of support.

" You'll wear the carpet out if you keep pacing like that!" she joked, and Con gave her the edge of a smile in return.

"I need to move, and we need to talk properly" Con said. "D'you want to come with me for a walk? This is Steven's old room, he showed me how to get accross to the tree outside amd down, if you are up for it? If we go out of the door we will wake people, and I don't want company right now.

Ted agreed happily, and they scrambled out and down to the ground. Con set off through the trees, and once they were far enough away not to be heard, she let rip with how despicable, how stupid she thought all of these people were. As she ran out of steam, Ted saw a gap in the stream of words.

" Well it wasn't all bad, all those things led me here, to the Chalet School" she said, then without thinking, she added, " and you"

Con stopped short, and looked at Ted. As Ted realised what she had said, she coloured and tried to back track.

" You know, we are good friends, its really nice you are so angry at these people, you are a good... Friend...." She gabbled.

Con was silent. She hardly dared to think what she was starting to hope. She had been trying so hard not to think of Ted in that way, not to keep analyzing every slight touch, replaying moments together in her mind. This past week where she thought Ted hated her for being how she was, had been a misery for Con. She was prepared not to risk that friendship for more if Ted just wanted companionship. Those last words though. Did they mean anything?

They continued on, chatting at first, comparing first realisations, laughing over both of them having had a slight crush on Miss Wilmot, and then fell into a companionable silence. Without needing to discuss it, they bent their path back to the house and clambered back into the room.

Settled back in their beds, they smiled at each other, slightly shyly, and closed their eyes to sleep.


They woke the next day and grinned at each other, still with a slight shyness on both parts. As they went through the day they were relieved to find themselves able to fall back into the jokey banter that they had been so used to before. Len was glad to see them back to normal, and didn't think much of it past assuming it to be a friends quarrel. Heedless Margot barely noticed that anything had been wrong, and certainly thought nothing of it.

That night they got ready for bed, but sat together on Con's bed, talking in low voices, revelling in having someone else who knew, someone who understood. They had a few giggly moments comparing their taste in actresses and singers, and had to stop themselves from laughing out loud at how similar some choices were, how different others were.

Hearing the giggling on the way to bed, Joey absently tapped on the door and called out to them to 'stop chattering now, girls, get to bed' and carried on to her room without much thought.

Inside the room, Con and Ted had grabbed hold of each other in fright that she might come in, and were now in fits of laughter at themselves. After all, they were only talking, what were they worried about?

However they were both reluctant to let go. They settled against each other, both enjoying the feeling of closeness.

Once they were sure that Joey had gone, they started talking again, even more quietly. It seemed sensible to stay close, after all that allowed them to hear each othet better. It was Con who first asked.

" So... You have kissed another girl then?" in tones so quiet that Ted coukd barely hear, even as close as they were. Ted nodded.

"But it wasn't for long - our form mistress found us just at that point!" Ted said, which brought on another attack of stifled giggling from them both.

Afterwards, neither of them could say who had moved first. But they were both happy with the result. Past experiences, being unsure and worrying about losing their friendship were wiped away with that one gentle first kiss. There are some people who just fit each other, who are two halves of one whole. Ted and Con were one of those, and the physical expression of that followed naturally for them both.


Back in the present day, Ted turned round to Con and smiled happily at her. Con returned the smile and laughed at how excited Ted and Tom were to show her the improvements to the van.

It seemed incredible that that night had been 7 years ago. They had argued, life hadn't always worked out easily, but one thing was solid, and that was their being together. She felt incredibly lucky, and ultimately very grateful to Tom for unwittingly setting the two of them towards finding out about each other. Con counted several things in her blessings, but the biggest of those was having Ted.

The end.
Chapter 3 by Beecharmer
Author's Notes:
This was only ever meant to be a silly drabble to cheer someone up, but it would fit ok ish here, so may as well share it ! Not mature, but PG maybe :-)

People who have read All Change may remember this situation from Ted and Con's letters to each other. But you don't need to have read that to enjoy this little bit of silliness.
As Ted and Con drove back to the farm after a weekend away, they saw Nancy and Kathy waving at them from the window of their flat, then coming down to exclaim over how neat and compact the inside of the van was, and bicker gently about whether they should have bought a campervan rather than a car.

Ted smiled at the two of them. She had always liked Nancy and Kathy as a couple, they seemed so well matched, and clearly cared deeply for each other.

She smiled even more as she thought back to an incident in her and Con's final year at school. They had been left in no doubt as tp the fact that Nancy and Kathy were also interested in women.


{Imagine shimmery TV flashback type stuff here... Going back to approx time of Adrienne / Prefects. Con and Ted about 17 / 18 }

Ted was restless. She had finished her prep, had done her supervision duties, and was up to date on her mending. They still had an hour before the prefects had to go to bed, and she really wanted to be able to spend some time with Con.

But Con had been collared by Margot to help with tennis coaching, and was too soft to refuse. So Ted was sitting on the grass overlooking the tennis court, twisting blades of grass together in frustration as she watched Con stretch up to serve. The line of Con's body as she reached up was so familar, so mesmerising to Ted that she was soon following on in her mind from the image in front of her to their snatched moments together.

This however did not help with the frustration, and Ted was beginning to feel as though she would explode if she couldn't have at least a few moments alone with Con to follow through on her thoughts.

Con finished the coaching and wandered over to Ted, laughing with Margot as she went. As she reached the grassy slope Con looked up at Ted. Instantly taking in the tension in Ted's body, the darkness of her eyes, Con's own body responded in kind, and she quickly made excuses to Margot to see her back at the school. Without needing to do more than look at each other, they knew what the other was thinking. Ted and Con sauntered off casually, looking around before disappearing off into the trees.


Back at the school, Kathy was ready to tear her hair out. Not one of her Lower IV class seemed able to think today, and she was writing sharper and sharper comments, and getting more and more covered in red pen.

Nancy looked over at her. Kathy's hair was standing on end where she had run her hands through it in frustration. She had unconciously caught her face with the red pen, and had the tiniest smear of red ink on her cheek. Nancy could sit there taking in every tiny detail of her face for hours if she could. But as ever, their lives were controlled by the need to be discrete, not to be too obvious. So she had to move her eyes away long before she was ready to do so.

She sat back in the chair and looked at her own pile of marking with a sigh. They really needed a break together, but their timetables had been hectic recently.

Nancy looked out of the window. It was still light, and the evening was cool and pleasant. She made a decision.

"Leave that for a minute" she said to Kathy. "We can come back to that later, come for a walk with me"

Kathy looked up at her with unfocused eyes, her brain still half on the terrible efforts of Lower IV. "Mmmm?" she said absently.

Nancy shut the book in front of Kathy, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then grabbed hold of Kathy's hand and pulled her with her out of the room, before Kathy had time to object.

Kathy was shaken awake by this, marvelling as ever how Nancy's hand in hers made her feel instantly happier and more refreshed, even before they reached the cooler air outside.

They linked arms, knowing that enough of the mistresses did this for it not to invite attention the way that holding hands would do. They wandered aimlessly and chattered more freely than they had been able to for weeks.


Ted and Con had reached the herdsman's hut. With a quick look around they slipped in and headed to the pile of rugs at the back of the hut without any hesitation.

"Ohhhh, I have missed you..." said Ted, nuzzling into Con's neck and begining to kiss gently up along her throat, making Con shiver at the tiny tickles this created. She simply responded by moving so that her own lips met Ted's. They sank down onto the rugs, then shrieked as the pile of rugs fell over taking them with them.

They each checked the other was ok, then started giggling madly, even as they found each other's lips again and moved together, their bodies fitting closely and naturally as they always did.

Near silence reigned in the hut as they continued making up for so many weeks apart.


Nancy and Kathy had chattered their way to a companionable silence, and were thinking of the fact that they had to head back to school too. This was a bit depressing, since they had had such a lovely time alone this evening and really didn't feel like going ba k to the Staff room and being sociable.

As they passed the hut, Kathy got a wicked look on her face, glanced around then pulled Nancy in through the doorway before Nancy had a chance to react.

Inside Ted and Con were almost shocked into jumping up, only Con's presence of mind in staying down and quickly placing her hand over Ted's mouth to stop her saying anything to alert the mistresses to their presence saved them from discovery.

With her free hand, Con pulled some rugs over the top of them and they lay as still as they could, fighting the nervous giggles that began to overtake them at the situation.


Nancy, once she had got over her suprise, was laughing too.

"Are you serious? What if someone comes..." she chuckled, as Kathy slipped the latch on the door. "Comes along I mean, as you full well know " she added, in response to a grin and raised eyebrow from Kathy at her first sentance.

"The latch is on the door, the curtain is shut" said Kathy, suiting her actions to her words. "We are off duty, it's no one's business even if they did find out. And now we are safely in here, there is no reason anyone will find us. We have to be so quiet in our room at school, I'm liking the idea of not having to hold back..."

While Nancy was quite keen on the idea of Kathy not holding back, Ted and Con were less so, the chance of them not being found due to giggling was becoming less every minute. Although it was nice to have it confirmed to them that Miss Ferrars and Miss Wilmot WERE a couple, this wasn't quite the way that they would have wanted to find out.

They could hear the movements of the two woman, but not really see where they were. Ted suddenly had a mental image of them doing the same feat of acrobatics that had happened to her and Con when they lay on the rug, and ending up being catapulted on top of the hidden pair. This finished her off and she began shaking with silent giggles.

Nancy had her eyes closed, leaning back against the wall, enjoying the fact that Kathy seemed determined to be very keen to make up for little physical contact recently. In a brief moment, she opened her eyes, then her body stiffened as she saw the movements of the pile of rugs. Her first thought was rats, then her sharp ears caught the sound of stifled giggling.

She looked carefully and saw the outlines of two bodies. She couldn't tell who, but she realised very quickly that they were not alone, and she needed to tell Kathy quickly and quietly. Unfortunately, Kathy had misread Nancy's stiffening muscles and had moved on very quickly in her exploration of her partner's body. Nancy closed her eyes again, very tempted to just pretend to herself that she didn't know they had company, this had been promising to be a most enjoyable encounter. After all the people under the rug couldn't necessarily see them...

However with an effort she brought her mind back to reality, and gently indicated to Kathy that she needed to stop a minute. Kathy moved back, with a question in her eyes, which only intensified when Nancy put her finger to her lips and nodded towards the pile of rugs. Her eyes widened as she saw the tell tale signs of movement. Instictively she went towards the rugs, assuming it to be school girl mischief.

Frantically Nancy caught hold of her arm and shook her head. Out loud Nancy said.
"That scene....er, yes that scene will work very well in the play, good idea to come here and practice it. Now we must get back, look at the time !"

Kathy looked at her as if she had gone insane before clicking into what Nancy was trying to do. Out loud she agreed, and they left the hut quickly, Nancy buttoning her blouse in all the wrong holes in her haste.

As they sped down the hills, Kathy muttered, " Who do you think?" to Nancy, who shrugged.

"Could be anybody" Kathy said, pausing and looking speculatively back towards the hut. "Should we wait and find out?"

Nancy was tempted to know herself, but was also wary, since whoever it was didn't have definite evidence that it was them who had been in the hut. Waiting around to find out who it was in there wasn't worth the risk.

"We could wait..." she said to Kathy. " Or... We could think about the fact that everyone else is busy and we could be the only ones on the staff corridor if we were to hurry back to our room now..."

Kathy didn't need much persuading. Once the shock of near discovery had worn off, the humour of the situation had started to occur to her.

As they went up the stairs to their room, she started giggling to herself. Nancy gave a look at her and waited till they were safely in private before asking her what was so funny.

" I was just thinking, we both normally run a mile to avoid giving sex ed lessons, we very nearly gave an impromptu one to someone there !"

Nancy laughed with her, then looked more serious. "We did! I wonder who they were? Do you think they were ... Well, girls from the school?"

Kathy grinned

"I wondered when you would get there. I'd bet anything that was two women or girls under there. Unless my memory of the shape of the female form is very faulty" she replied, even as she began making sure this wasn't the case by reaquainting herself with Nancy's curves.

"Yes, I think you are right," said Nancy, still a little worried about whoever it might have been. "I just wonder WHO ..."


Ted and Con meanwhile had escaped from the rugs, and were alternating between fits of laughter and curosity about Nancy and Kathy as a couple being confirmed for them in such a dramatic way.

"Oh! When she said about not being overheard I nearly choked!" chortled Con. "Thank goodness they changed their mind - I wonder if they did that because they saw us?"

" Maybe," said Ted, who had raced accross the hut to put the latch down as soon as it was safe to move, and was now peering out past the curtain at the two mistresses retreating backs"

She turned back to Con with a wicked grin on her face. "No wonder Willy found it so hard to do that sex ed lesson !"

Con dissolved into further giggles at this. Ted joined her on the rug, unsure whether Con would feel the moment had gone.

"So... " she said, in a mock casual tone. " I guess the time is getting on, we probably should be getting back to school really, I guess?"

Con looked at her and smiled at Ted trying so hard not to be a bad influence.

"I'm in no hurry," she said. " But rather than the rug pile again ..." she continued, pulling Ted up and moving over to the wall Nancy and Kathy had just vacated. "I did manage to see a little of their ... Er... Demonstration, and it is important we don't let any lessons our teachers show us go to waste, you know..."

As Ted realised what she meant, she went first red with embarrassment, then quickly forgot her embarrassment in enjoying the fact that Con seemed to be a quick learner.


Back in the present day, Ted looked over at Nancy and Kathy and smiled. They might never know who it was that had disturbed them, but she sent a silent thanks to them for the end result. Most enjoyable.
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