Chapter 247: Wait, Is This Some Test?

Hmm. So, Lena isn’t ignoring everyone, after all. Interesting.

The girls were introducing themselves, well except for Lena in the front passenger seat.

I almost caused us to wreck when Vicki noticed that Sam was naked under her skirt. That got into a whole long discussion about why. Fran mentioned her getting hot and bothered, for the first time, so they began talking about their magic on and off switches. I could tell Lena was listening while acting like she wasn’t.

I know that look on her face. She will find that there are people smart like her that have the same problems with people treating her like a little kid, and she is more intelligent than them by a long shot.

“We missed dinner at the cafeteria hours ago. I texted Karen, and she said this place has a great variety of everything so you all can find something to eat. It is an all-you-can-eat restaurant that happens to have as much steak as you want and cooked how you want right there in front of you,” I told them.

When we went in the place was deserted. I had thought that with finals coming up that the students would cram in here to eat. I saw the girls looking at the price per person and trying to figure out if they had enough to pay for dinner. Since they were distracted, they never heard me tell the pimple-faced boy behind the register that we needed five adults and one kid. Fran was twelve, but he didn’t ask which one as he waited for my credit card to process. I had gotten them sodas or iced water based on what they ordered on the plane during the last leg of the flight.

Lena was the closest, so I got her tray, took it to her, waited until she took it, popped the earbud out of her ear, and told her to find us a table for six. I started giving each girl their trays and telling them to follow Lena. As smart as these girls might be, they were too hungry to realize that I paid for them, except for Vicki.

As I walked to get my first, of many plates of food, Vicki said, “Why did you pay for all of us? That was over a hundred dollars.”

“Are you hungry?” I asked, and she nodded. “So am I. When it comes time to pay the bill, I will worry about it then. Someone is paying for this rental van, so I’m pretty sure they have a way to pay me back.”

When I came to sit down, I noticed that Lena had gotten the seat next to me on this side of the big table. While she ate nearly as much as me, she was eating mostly vegetables and protein. I didn’t get anything fried, with cheese on it, sausages, or any of the pre-made mystery ingredient casserole. From somewhere, she had changed out her soda to get milk. The one time she brought back a salad, she went back up to get strawberries, sugar, balsamic vinegar, a bit of olive oil, and salt. In a bowl, she mashed up the berries and then mixed it all. She only dribbled a tiny bit over her salad. Without even starting to eat her salad, she went back up to the salad bar to bring back two bowls with spinach, carrot, cucumbers, and sunflower seeds. She used a spoon to spread the dressing she made between the two salads. Then she went over to where Fran and Vicki were about to dig into what looked like who knows what they had made at the salad bar and then put on so much salad dressing you couldn’t see the salad.

“Hey? What is up with you,” Vicki said as Lena took the fork from her hand.

In a smooth move, she had a fork with spinach, a cucumber, and a sliver of tomato covered in the dressing she had made. When Vicki opened her mouth to say something, Lena shoved the fork into her mouth. She stood there while Vicki chewed up to, seeming to know that spitting it out wouldn’t go too well, and then took Vicki’s fork to get another bite. When Vicki opened her mouth for a second bite, Lena stuck it in and walked off with the fork still in Vicki’s mouth. Fran decided that she was going to eat it even if it was going to make her run to the bathroom and puke.

The way they are tearing through those salads, I think they like it.

Lena still didn’t say anything to them.

She stayed at the table with me when the others went to get ice cream.

I leaned toward her a bit and said softly, “Since you already know about my going to the driving school, then you also know that there is no way I’m going to you get out of the shower tonight with your hair like that. Expect to have your body hairless from the neck down too, since I would guess the only place you shave regularly, or get waxed, are the sides of your pussy and butthole. I love that you went all out to make your clothes look like you have been wearing them for years. It is a good way to hide your body from creeps staring at you as if you are a piece of meat. Let Vicki go around to get them to stare at her. While you are here, I’m going to have you distracting every male, and some women, with your natural charms.”

I saw her look at me, look around for anyone watching, and then kissed me quickly on the lips.

“Oh. One more thing. You suck at acting like you’re ignoring everything and everyone around you. That is somewhere I can say I’m an expert. In middle school, people told me that when I thought I had become invisible to everyone that I wasn’t. I was just great at ignoring the world around me, or at least that was what I was doing consciously. There were a lot of kids that made sure someone was there with me so that I didn’t try to commit suicide, even though that never crossed my mind,” I got to tell her before the girls came back with their ice cream.

The five girls were already yawning when we got to the dorm. I had texted Karen when we got there. I showed the girls where they needed to wait with Karen as I took the hangtag to go put in the van. When I came back, Karen was there with the girls getting their badges. Lena’s had zoomed way in on her face to hide the rat’s nest of her hair. They had used my picture from the last time I was here so that each girl had my face, and Karen’s as their authorized chaperones, mainly for the dorms.

“David last time you were here, it was for a day, and Karen had to escort you everywhere, we overlooked that you were in the Virgin Vault,” the woman behind the desk wearing a nametag saying she was a supervisor. “It caused an uproar when suggested that you also chaperone the five girls that would also be taking some of the same exams at the same time as you or Karen. Since all the kids are under fifteen, they didn’t want to risk any remote chance of any inappropriate actions happening between the girls and adults. Everyone was fine keeping it like it was before. Karen would escort you and the girls. It was all set, and then someone noted that Karen wasn’t taking all the same tests as your group. Again, they were fine if you stayed in Karen’s room and the girls in the two-rooms sharing a common hallway. Another person noted that Karen had to study for her exams and would be keeping odd hours. The six of you would be getting up early and coming in whenever you finished for the night. Some of the exams and labs are being held later than normal to accommodate your requirements. You can imagine the chaos that happened when someone suggested that you and the five girls share the two-rooms with you as their chaperone in the dorm and out.”

Karen snorted when she said, “That is not how I heard it. Then I was told the uproar was about them suggesting David be given a room of his own on the floor to solve the issue. No one complained when he was helping all the girls on the floor into their silk underwear and pajamas. To protect him from the women on the floor, he is going to be in with the five girls.”

“I told them I was fine with him having a room on the floor,” said one of the women from the floor who I knew was a lesbian. “I even volunteered to help him be ready for his advanced biology exams. Most of this semester was dealing with sexual responses in animals to those in humans. I know I need to bone up on areas where I don’t have any hands-on experience and won’t be getting some any time soon.”

The supervisor continued, “As I was saying. The women on the floor were each interviewed about how you behaved yourself, especially given how most of the women prefer to go back to their rooms wearing a towel in their hair. From the transcriptions, it appears that they were only upset that they didn’t get to all find out the erect length of your above average length penis. Any that had encountered you when one or both or you were naked said it was as if you were one of the girls. In confidence, it was confirmed that you are not the least bit gay.”

“What can I say? After some time at a nudist camp, seeing naked girls and women doesn’t affect me anymore. Then again, it may be because I have slept naked with one of my best friends a lot. She is a lesbian with no interest in what I have to offer her that her girlfriends can’t. She only bitches about my dick when I spooned up behind her, and my morning wood pokes her ass, or elsewhere,” I told them. “It is funny. Three of my four best friends are lesbians. The fourth, who is also a girl, is severely Autistic. My parents know that the girls and I always sleep naked together and are cool with it. A teenaged guy’s wet dream, and yet I’m still waiting to have my first time.”

She smiled as she said, “If you want to take care of that, go out into the hall on your floor, or any level in this dorm, and announce you are looking to have your first time. I can promise you will have a lot of first times. We have a lot of horny women that would like to have help studying for their biology, physics, anatomy exams, and a wide range of artistic subjects.”

She seems to be the only one that understood my being discrete as I chose my words very carefully.

Instead of the ID Badge that I had before, this one had a different colored background, my picture, and then photos for each of the five girls on blue background.

“Girls, you must be with David or Karen to get into the dorm after eight, get food in the cafeteria, and pretty much any building that requires an ID card to enter. It is for your safety. It ensures you are with one of the two chaperones,” the supervisor explained. “There is one caveat. Any girls with David that need to use the bathroom must go as a group with David. His badge shows why he is in any of the women’s bathrooms. That shouldn’t be all that often since the unisex bathrooms are in most of the buildings. There are no less than three single-person, but handicapped compliant, restrooms beside each other. They rebuild some of the single-sex bathrooms to now have the floor to ceiling stalls with steel doors with a deadbolt. There is an accessible stall in each of those restrooms as well. It is big enough for all of you to be in together unless one of you prefers a single stall.”

The girls could care less right now. It has been a very long day for them, and they are all getting a shower if I must drag them all into the showers to wash them myself.

Karen saw it too, so we grabbed our things to get up to the floor so the girls could shower before bed.

In one room, someone built a loft and put in a bunch of bunkbed mattresses. The rooms had high ceilings that meant none of us would hit our heads unless we jumped on the bed. Underneath it had a couch, some oversized bean bags, two desks, and a small, probably illegal, dorm-sized fridge filled with bottles of water.

The other room was a chill spot. They had set up study desks with each having noise-blocking headphones, an ethernet cable, high-speed phone charging ports, and lamp. Hooked to the headphones was what looked to be a universal dock for Android and iFruit devices. Another section had recliners, gliders, and a long couch. The rest of the space had two full-sized bunk beds with the top bunk removed to have curtains for privacy.

Fran was going around looking at everything excitedly before going to drop down in one of the bean bags. Then she was out like a light.

“Karen. They stink, and Lena isn’t going anywhere looking like that. She can go around campus with panties and a bra made from duct tape, but not those clothes or her hair like that. I’m going to work on that before we go to bed, but first, we need to get them in the shower before they all crash. After that, they can find anywhere in the room to sleep. You know I sleep naked, so I could care less about what they wear or don’t wear. They just aren’t going to stink,” I told her as I finished stripping Fran.

Fran’s boiler got an upgrade.

Karen had a blast cosplaying with Vicki as they stripped each other.

With only Lena and I still dressed, I first stripped and then went over to start undressing her. She blushed a bit when I pulled her, made to look threadbare and worn out, shirt over her head. Underneath she had on a tank and small, generic bra. Her panties were as plain as her bra. When I stood back to see if I had been right earlier, I found that I was a bit off. She shaved off all her pussy hairs except for a nice, tight triangle.

“Does that go too?” I asked and got a blushing nod.

I didn’t expect her tits to be the size of baseballs when I saw her bra. Her tank’s shelf bra provided the support she needed. When everyone, except Fran, was ready to go, I lifted Fran into my arms. Her legs automatically went around my waist and arms around my neck. Her head was on my shoulder, snoring lightly in my ear.

I was moved over to a showerhead halfway down one of the walls. I was surprised when the girls all came over to wash Fran as I held her. When we had rinsed her off, we got her arms and legs loose so I could turn her around to let them wash her front. When I looked down, I saw that her picture was at least a few months old. She no longer looked like a boy from the waist up. Between her legs, the water darkened the thin hairs growing on her mons. She was back with her arms and legs around me sleeping as the other girls went to start showering, well except for Lena.

“Get a towel so we can dry her off and put her to bed,” I told Lena.

She already had one ready. We both walked naked to the room with me carrying Fran. A few of the women were walking in the hall and saw us.

I got a lot of brownie points.

Lena and I managed to dry Fran off, eventually. She was around ninety pounds of dead weight right now. We put her back on the beanbag, where she fell asleep earlier, put a blanket over her and tucked her in.

I wasn’t expecting Lena to throw her arms around me as she tried to squeeze her body through mine. I saw that she was silently crying but without tears. I rubbed her back softly until Lena broke the hug. She took my hand and led me back up to the showers after we locked the top deadbolt. Fran was too short for that one.

We came back in to find Vicki rubbing her pussy and pinching a nipple. After a minute or two, she stopped and turned to get better light on her front.

“Told you that they get darker when I get aroused,” Vicki said matter-of-factly before going back to showering.

I quickly got under the water, washed my dick and hair, Sam and Karen washed my back. Lena waited for me to do what I told her.

I had only managed to get about half the crap out of Lena’s hair when Karen took the other girls back to the room.

While I had Lena under the water saturating with water, one of the women walked into the shower. She looked at my dick, lifted it to check it out, and then gave me something from her shower basket.

“Use that. My hair gets that way if I don’t wash it for a few days. I think it must be a mixture of oil and Dawn dishwashing soap. Not sure how they did it, but it is damned amazing. If it doesn’t help get her hair clean, I will blow you,” she said.