Chapter 246: A Hop, Skip, and Lots of Jumps

Now, what do mom and dad have to tell me that required me to be in Dad’s office with the door closed?

Once we had all sat down, with Trudy keeping an eye on the babies, they handed me a packet from the second college I had visited. The one where I had stayed with Karen in the virgin vault dorm.

“This was an interesting surprise to have delivered by a courier as soon as I got home,” Dad told me. “From how I read it, you impressed the hell out of the first and second colleges. The others were meet and greet at that point. None of the final four are on the same level of education as the first two.”

Mom took over before dad could continue, “Trudy can stay the night, but you have to be on a plane by noon tomorrow to the second of the schools you visited. Instead of wasting your time, and their vacation time, by having you take tests by yourself, they decided you were going to do all the lab and exam finals with the other students for the courses the six schools feel you need to ace. The letter says that initially, they were going to have you go stay at the apartment of the woman you stayed with at the first school, but the four women living in it have to be out two days after they finish their finals.”

“If I remember the dorm where this Karen lives, I think they will have a hard time calling it a virgin vault after this semester,” dad joked. “Seriously, though, another reason you are going back there to do your exams is that they have some child prodigies that will also be taking exams as well. According to the letter, they want you to chaperone them as you will all be taking some of the same tests and labs. I have no earthly idea how they managed to obtain their parent’s signoff, but you will be sharing the two dorm rooms with girls who are twelve, two thirteen, and two are fourteen. There are also a pair of ten-year-old twin girls, but they are not sure they will arrive in time for the of the labs and exams. Every woman on Karen’s floor spoke very highly of how you were more mature than many of the men going to the school.”

Mom interrupted again to have her say, “That isn’t how they wrote it. David, they praised your gentlemanly behavior of not staring at the various women who walked naked from the bathroom or when showering. While not saying so outright, they implied that the women in the showers did their best to get you interested in some clean fun, but you didn’t take them up on their offers. I know you won’t talk about it, but there was no question that you and Karen had sex multiple times during your visit. What I can’t figure out is how in the hell you got the rest of the women on the floor to say all you did with some of them was dress them in a lot of the same silk underwear and PJs you found at an outlet store. I know women David and I know you. The only virgins left on that floor of the dorm were having their period.”

“Uh, Mom. I’m not sixteen yet. If any of them did have sex with me, it would be statutory rape. I think that is what they call it,” I told her.

Dad couldn’t resist saying. “David does have a good point. He is free to mine that virgin ground all he wants without breaking any laws. The women take the risk of letting him mine the ground they have to offer. I think you both know that for any that opened their gates to let him bring in his mining gear couldn’t have found a better miner to open their ground up.”

“Ok, buster, no more watching Molly swim naked for you. She is increasing your brains as well as your libido,” mom teased back.

To me, she said, “Their letter provides pictures of the girls from the rooms you are sharing. I think only one of the thirteen-year-old girls looked like she had the start of buds. Both fourteen-year-old girls looked to be a few months further along in their development than that thirteen-year-old girl., but I will let you decide from their pictures. You have decades more experience in seeing tween and teen girls naked last summer. If Karen isn’t using you to help destress from exams and studying, then I’m sure there are women on the floor that would do anything you asked to get one of your body massages.”

“It looks like we will see you in about a month, right before we meet with the school board. They will have a hard time saying you have to go back to high school when shown you are simultaneously starting this fall as a junior at all six colleges. Each said they are more than willing to allow the course credits to apply at the other five schools. They all want to be able to show that you graduated from all six simultaneously. It will be an interesting meeting,” dad told me before sending me to my room so that Trudy wasn’t scared being up there all alone.

She doesn’t look like she is scared unless she fears to get off.

I stripped, used the bathroom, and then came out to slide onto the bed next to her to watch her get herself off. I knew Trudy well enough that my interfering when she was going at her pussy like she was now, would stop her cold and piss her off. Once she came, I slid up between her legs to take good advantage of the molten lava seeping out of her volcano that just blew its top.

I think she must have had a counter of each time any girl came on my dick today and wants to have me give her just as many. Does she have the energy?

She did. It was two forty-two AM when we finished having a quick rinse in the shower. Trudy was going to hurt in the morning, but right now, she looked at peace with the world. I woke up automatically to dress, grab the breakfast mom had in the fridge for me, and get to the airport on time. Today I was flying on a regular old commercial flight to the university that was going to be my home for up to three-plus weeks. I made sure I had plenty of rubbers, a bottle of lube, two bottles of foam, some of the boxes of sponge things, and a bag of something I hadn’t remembered seeing before. When I looked at the back of one small box, it said it was a vaginal contraceptive film. The way I was reading the instructions, it was like the mouthwash strips for the vagina. A woman inserted it fifteen minutes before any fun, but then it melted to be a protective spermicide.

That is genius! Even though I’m not likely to be putting sperm in any of the girls or women, over the next month, it will make them feel protected anyway.

Security didn’t give my bags a second glance or make me take out my laptop. I made it to the plane in plenty of time before boarding started. I didn’t expect to get called to the counter before they started boarding.

“I’m David Jones,” I told the woman at the counter. “You paged me? Is this to tell me that you’re bumping me up to first-class?”

Surprisingly, she laughed before saying, “Not even close, kid. It seems someone thought that even though you are a minor yourself, that you were more than responsible for flying on your own, but that is not why I called you up. Your trip is a multi-stop flight to your destination with a short layover. In the plane right now are a twelve-year-old girl and a thirteen-year-old girl flying as unaccompanied minors, or they were. Unless you say you won’t do it, you are to be their chaperone to your shared destination, including their chauffer, it seems. A fourteen-year-old girl is coming over here from another flight. Two more teenaged girls will be getting on at the next stop. As this flight isn’t even half full, we have you in the middle seat between the girls on the plane now. The other three will be in the seats in front of you.”

I told her that was fine. We would all be staying at the same place, so I might as well get to know them some now.

“I bet you will,” she whispered. “I know they are too young for you, but said they knew what the boy coming to be their chaperone looked like, and they think you are hunky. Their words, not mine, though I must agree with their appraisal. Please try to be nice as both are still little girls trying hard to get your attention.”

Whispering back, I said, “Even if fully matured, there is very little they could do to get me interested, and I’m not gay. I prefer girls who are at least fourteen, should I be inclined to explore how well they want to get to know me. After spending time at nude beaches and nudist camps, they don’t have a thing to show me that I haven’t seen.”

“David, you are too damn nice and honorable,” the other woman at the counter, who looked a lot older than the one who called me up. “You’ve seen me naked, played with my breasts, saw my daughters and nieces naked, felt them up, and got paid to do it.”

That got me a nasty look from the first woman, so the older woman explained I was the boy who got her saggy tits into a bra that fit her perfectly the first time. Specifically, it was the first time she had even had a bra fit right in her whole life. All the girls she had with her that day were being little snots about her not taking them to Victoria’s Secret or a proper lingerie store. I had completely ignored their protests, stripped them, measures their breast, and then spent half an hour playing underwear dress-up with the girls. She made sure to say that never once did I get hard, and the girls all tried their best to get me interested. The two girls on the plane could be entertaining themselves, naked, and I could carry on a conversation with them like they were painting their nails.

Both women were about to say something to me when they realized I was holding up the boarding and sent me on my way.

When I got to the plane, I saw it wasn’t much more than a puddle jumper with three seats down one side and two on the other with no first-class on this trip. We had a bathroom across from us and some sort of closet thing behind us. We were effectively isolated from everyone else unless they came to use the bathroom.

I saw that one of the girls had moved up a row to take the other window seat. She didn’t like the aisle or middle seats and had a whole highly intellectual diatribe ready to go.

“Fine by me. You can fight whichever girl gets on that has that seat assigned,” I told her.

The girl next to me, who turned to make her button-down shirt billowed out to show me her flat chest and loose neon yellow panties to let me see her undeveloped, tightly closed mound, said, “Too bad for them. Little shit hacked their computers from here to change the seat assignments.”

“I had a late-night last night, so I’m going to take a nap anyway,” I told her after putting my laptop and carryon bag in the overhead compartment.

Is it because the flight is half empty that they didn’t make me check my bag?

The rest of the passengers got in and loaded while the pilots did their thing. Right before the flight attendant closed the door, a girl came running into the plane with a purse that was close to the same size as her big carryon bag. She had a big backpack on her back too.

I got up, opened the overhead bin, and had her bag and backpack in before she even seemed to notice. I closed it before getting back into my seat. She looked like she had a place in front of us, but instead sat next to me.

When she was hurrying to get into her seat, I saw that she had on a short skirt with nude color tights. Her shirt was one of the t-shirts with open sides cut so that the only way they showed any tit was if the girl was sitting and turned a certain way or a gust of wind blew across her. She was as flat-chested as the girl in the window seat next to me.

We pushed back right on time, but there was a lot of traffic waiting to take off because of something going on out on the runway. I hadn’t turned my phone to airplane mode yet, so I opened the first of two emails that came in with attachments.

The first was from Kirsten’s mom saying, “We watched all seven of them like hawks last night as they walked naked, without any embarrassment at all, to shower. There were always at least two in the bathroom if anyone went in. When all finished showering, we let Kirsten shut the door to her room for the first time since she told us she needed help. My husband was so certain you had pulled one over on us that he burst into her room around half an hour later. Here is the picture he took from his phone. All seven were dead to the world. Kirsten hasn’t gone to bed before nine in years. Unless she was sick, she doesn’t go to sleep before midnight and then sleeps restlessly. I asked the other parents and their kids were pretty much the same.”

I found the girl next to me was very nosey and looked over at my phone. All seven somehow managed to all get in the king-sized bed to sleep together.

The next email had a video Kirsten’s mom said she took this morning. The first part was a boy walking toward the bathroom, with piss boner waving around. When he turned on the light, he realized there was no one in there with him to be sure he didn’t try to kill himself. He pulled the nearest girl off the bed and mostly carried her toward the bathroom. He wouldn’t go in until the girl was awake enough to keep an eye on him and he on her. Kirsten’s mom took a video of the boy pissing and then the girl. No embarrassment or anything.

The next part of the video showing the two naked kids coming out, noticing Kirsten’s dad, going to hug him, and then call him dad as they both thanked him for letting them show that they weren’t anything like he expected. Kirsten’s mom followed them into the room to get a video of the other five on the bed before the boy and girl got back into the mix.

All the kids worked themselves in and out of the naked pretzel as they took turns in the bathroom before getting back into bed.

I only managed to hear, “You dirty old man...” before the camera dropped, it got picked up hastily, started shaking rhythmically, and then the video stopped.

“Yeah. That fucking figures. I bust my ass for two years to get to have them offer to let me test out of college, and now I’m made to room with a damned child porn watching pervert,” she said loud enough for me to hear her over the engines, but no one else.

Seeing that she had one of the cardboard 3D boxes for cell phones, I snatched it off her lap, put my phone in it, and cued up the video. I put it so that the video looped, held the 3D box to her face, and hit the button on top that caused the video to play. After five minutes, right when we were to back in line to take off, I pushed my hand under her skirt and inside her tights and panties. I already knew her pussy only had peach fuzz. I pulled my hand away quickly as I had gotten my hand in her panties, my hand as back on the armrest.

I took the cardboard 3D viewer off her face, got my phone out, put my mouth up near her ear, and asked, “I just showed you what you accused me of being child porn. You weren’t even close to being turned on. What gives? They are all our age, naked, and on the top of the bed together. I saw the video you were watching with your cardboard viewer when I took your phone out, so you can’t tell me that part doesn’t interest you.”

“They are all adults you creep,” she said only to me. “You made me watch nude teenagers in bed and then felt me up. I should have screamed.”

I moved back close to her ear as I replied, “First off, you would have screamed, in ecstasy, at having my hand touch your peach-fuzzed muff if you hadn’t focused on trying to find the kids doing anything sexual. I won’t go into it, but I have known all seven of those kids and have held them all in my arms as they cried while I told them how much I would miss them if they killed themselves. All of them had already had plans on exactly how they would ensure to have fail-safes should their first plans didn’t do it, the backup one would, or the backup for the backup. Yesterday I was at a party at my best friend’s house, who is a lesbian when I saw she had gotten all seven of the kids there at the same time. It was the first time they had met each other. I already knew that as soon as I could manage to get them all together that they would be inseparable for the rest of their lives. A seven-person therapy group close enough to sleep naked with each other like they were nudist siblings sharing one big bed.”

I was going to say more when the pilot announced we were about to take off. From when we took off until we landed, the engines were so loud in the small plane that talking wasn’t an option. It turned out pretty good anyway. We remained seated because the airplane was doing a quick drop off and pick up. They had enough fuel to go an additional hour in the air if we had to circle the airport where we were going. Once those deplaning here departed, the girl in the window seat literally climbed over us. She apologized when she let out a long fart as she was trying to get the bathroom door open.

As soon as I took my phone out of airplane mode, I got dinged with a video chat request from Kirsten’s mom. Before I accepted it, I pulled up the armrest between the next to me and me before I scooted over so that she could watch it too.