Chapter 65: Still Field Trip Day 2

I was walking proud as I headed into the hotel with my haul of high end sushi. I went right up to the room to change for the pool. I quickly got my high security card stashed in the special slot in the laptop and locked it back up in the safe.

Might as well go swim after I let the sushi settle. It shouldn’t be too busy after I wait the half hour.

As I was stripping down to put on my trunks I caught a whiff of pussy and saw I had crusty stuff dried all over my dick, balls, and pubes.

I guess wet wipes aren’t really made for that sort of clean up.

Sometime when I was in the shower Lenny came in and was waiting for me to unlock his stash.

“Look man, I heard you bagged some Girl Scouts. I would have liked to have had a go with some of that. Some seriously hot chicks were around my group when the lights went out,” Lenny told me and I was sure he was going to see if I would give up some info. “My little sis so does that Girls Scout thing man. We, like, have a huge yard and pool, so the older girls in her troop so spent the summer hanging out there. My folks are so not there most of the time. I know you’re cool so you won’t tell anyone. My family does the whole nudist thing at home and go to nudist beaches on vacations. Any girls that come over have to follow the house dress code. Take some advice David. If they are wearing those jumpers out around town, they are most likely looking to get laid if they can. Girls in the skirts and tops may be a bit curious about boys, but that is about it. If they are in pants, then stay away. My sister only wears pants when she is on the rag or pissed at anyone male. She can be a total bitch. We had a group of senior Girl Scouts and explorers by us. They were so freaking hot man. Too bad all of them were all in pants or shorts. All the dudes around them tried way hard to get somewhere with them in the dark. Those girls like, so shot them down hard.”

Ok. I have no interest in smoking pot with Lenny, but I am sure interested in getting to know him a lot better. Guy is really fucking cool. No other guys I know would say all that and not claim to have banged his sister’s friends. I sure wouldn’t mind hanging out nude by his pool with nude girls. “So any chance I can come hang out at your place sometime? I can’t do anything about my little dick, so I’m not embarrassed to be naked because of it,” I asked.

I got his weed out for him and he asked if he could get the card for the room upstairs. He seemed cool so I handed it over so he would not have to deal with Martin and Joel’s beating off all day long.

Lenny finished rolling the joint and turned to me so say, “Sure man, sure. We use it all year around. Sister won’t let your mouthy girls come over, my family doesn’t need the bad vibes man, you know. Hey, David, man we all had little dicks not that long ago. So not an issue with the girls my sis has over. You so have to come over man to give me a break. Girls see me get it up and freak, you know?”

Digging through my luggage I found a pair of special swim goggles that I put in my pocket. I grabbed the takeout bags, a few bottles of water from the fridge and headed down to the pool.

Turns out, we were not the only group that cut their days short and ended up with nothing to do but hang out in the hotel. It took me a while to find an open table. It was purely by luck of finding three kids that were getting dressed as I was moving near the table. It wasn’t right beside the pool, but there were lots of girls to watch as they went to tables even further back.

I have to remember to find more tables like this one in the future. They are so packed in here that girls really have to turn and twist to keep from rubbing their boobs or butts on someone.

I had finished one of the chirashi and two sushi boats before anyone came over to this table.

“Hey! Who the heck are you and why are you eating at our table,” a tall olive-skinned girl in a blue and pink striped one-piece wanted to know.

After finishing the bite in my mouth I said, “Three people left and the table was empty.”

Giving me a pissed, or maybe smart assed, look she replied, “Well duh? They are prudes that wore clothes down to the pool. The rest of us only wore our suits.”

“Oh. Sorry. There wasn’t a thing on or around it to tell me anyone else was using it. I just assumed it was available. Give me a minute to pack up my lunch and I will go somewhere else,” I told her as I snapped the clear plastic top on my cup of soy sauce and wasabi.

“Are you really going to eat all that by yourself,” she asked when she saw the sushi and cirashi I had left in the bags.

I told her that I loved sushi and a bit of the story about the all you can eat I did on my birthday years ago. An olive-skinned boy a bit shorter than her came up when we were talking. He wanted to know why I was at their table too, but waited until after I finished the story. I told him I what I told her and finished packing the stuff up.

Yet another tall girl, but this one sporting a dark tan instead of the olive skin of the other two, came over and said, “You two are such dweebs. This table holds six and you aren’t using it anyway. I know you only got out of the pool to come over here to bust his balls about sitting here. Grow up already! Jeez! This is why no one wants to hang out with you two anymore. You used to be so cool.”

Well she told them! Both scampered away like roaches when the lights are turned on.

“So what does a girl have to agree to do in exchange for getting a chance to try real ground wasabi? I am really bored and the food at the hotel sucks. Right now pretty much anything is on the table. You see, I really like sushi a lot, but I have only heard about real wasabi. If you are willing to share I will let you in a secret,” she told me as she leaned down to show me a good look at her cleavage.

Might as well play along. I was actually starting to feel a bit full, finally.

Smiling at her I said, “Well I did come down here to swim eventually. It would be nice to have someone else to talk to while I wait that annoying thirty minutes after I finish eating. How long would letting me in on that secret take out of that wait?”

“Hmm. Maybe a little longer than thirty minutes, depending,” was her coy reply.

So I unpacked everything, again, and she grabbed one of the sushi boats, a blob of wasabi, and the bottle of soy sauce they had put in at the restaurant. She did borrow my chopsticks, after wiping them off first, to get the wasabi to soy sauce mixture perfect for her. I never thought I would be sharing or I would have gotten some of the disposable chopsticks too.

“You really are a sushi addict,” she teased. “Who brings a pair of chopsticks on vacation with them?”

While we tore into the rest of the sushi and chirashi platters, I told her more about how I seem to have gotten famous in the sushi chef circles for being a bottomless pit. She thought I was joking until I told her all of this was free and how the itamae at the Chinese buffet was honored to make it for me. That was why I ended up with real, fresh ground wasabi instead of the green dyed horseradish paste. It was after six when we finally polished off the last bites

I turned to her and asked, “So what is this big secret you promised to show me for sharing my wasabi? Not bragging, but I hope it is not just you wanting to flash me. I am a boy so I wouldn’t mind that, but I did share a lot of sushi.”

Without giving her any real details of what had been shown to me in middle school, I explained how I had thought I was invisible when instead I was just ignoring them all along. I made sure I only used vague references to what the girls may have done to get my attention.

“Nope. That was not the secret,” she said sounding smug as she helped me clean up. “They are just tits anyway and mine aren’t all that big a deal.”

Grabbing up her tote bag from over by a pool lounger, she told me to let her walk out and then come out a minute or two later. Seems her school had the same student monitoring and watching setup as mine.

Great! She is nowhere to be found. Might as well go back in to watch some girls while I wait to be able to swim. Seems she pulled a fast one on me. I have to stop being so gullible.

I was heading back to the pool when I heard “pssst” from behind me.

When I turned to look, the girl was there at the hallway with the unisex bathrooms. She was looking all around as she waved me over. I was pulled into the hallway and she pushed hard to get the door to close quickly.

Ok I shouldn’t be a dick, but I might as well have some fun if this is her big secret.

“Did you stash your secret in the bathroom? The men’s bathroom was out of order in the dance club last night. The bartender said I could use these or the one at the pool,” I told her and watched it sort of burst her bubble.

She recovered quickly enough to say, “Well that was part of the secret. The other is that no nosey teachers or chaperones will be coming back here to check on anything we might want to do here.”

“What would we want to do in there? It is a bathroom. I don’t know about you, but most girls don’t want boys around when they are taking care of their business,” I teased as we went into the bathroom and she locked the door.

Inside she started pulling off her one piece suit, stood, faced me, put my left hand on her tit and right between her legs before saying, “The other part of the secret is that I have never let a boy touch me before you. I want a boy to touch me who doesn’t know me and won’t go blabbing about it to anyone who does. That is if you want to touch me. I know how I like to touch myself so I will tell you if you aren’t doing it right.”

Why not? I still have half an hour to wait before I can go in the pool. Ten minutes was all it took for her to decide she liked me making her cum, but did not have any interest in my dick, fucking or even kissing.

Prick tease!

I was a little pissed off when I said, “You could have just been honest with me, and say all you wanted me for was me to get you off. That only takes a couple of minutes and you didn’t even have to strip.”

Not even waiting on her to get dressed or say anything, I walked out of the bathroom. I changed my dark glasses for my goggles in the hall on the way back to the pool. I put my glasses in my short’s pocket, which I dropped on an unused lounge chair. At least I made it in the cool water before anyone seemed to notice my tented trunks. I was really pissed off, so it was good the pool wasn’t packed like it had been when I first came down today. No swimming for another twenty minutes, but I could brood where I was able to stand. I was lost in my own thoughts when a girl from school pushed me playfully in my shoulder.

What the fuck?

“Oh lighten up David. Not every girl in the world is here to service your dick you know. Welcome to the real world. Count yourself lucky. Most guys never get to second base with a girl even after a lot of expensive dinners and movies. Might as well have it happen with a stranger away from home. Now you only have me to give you a hard time about it,” the girl said. “Come on over toward the deep end. We are having a breath holding contest. Got to do something to kill time since we can’t go out of the hotel.”

Hmm. I haven’t really tested if my shield will let me breathe under water for sure.

When I got down there I recognized Mary and Paul from my middle school. I never even thought about it until now, but we had a lot a Mary’s in my school. I bet it was the most common name in my school.

The girl that brought me over was Alisa. She introduced me to Tracy and Peter.

“So are you three in the choir,” I asked Peter, Paul, and Mary.

“Huh?” they all asked me.

“So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you will wait for me. Hold me like you will never let me go. ‘Cause I am leaving on a jet plane. Don’t know when I will be back again,” I sang a verse from that famous song. “You know, Peter, Paul and Mary. Puff the Magic Dragon? They were this really big folk group in the sixties. Come on, you have to have heard that song before. Got a lifetime achievement award for the songwriter’s hall of fame in 2006? Sang a really popular version of This Land is Your Land? God I really was off in my own world all those years wasn’t I.”

Paul just punched me in the arm and teased, “No David, you just sound like a cat in heat that someone threw in a metal trashcan full of glass bottles when you sing. Worst butchering of that song I ever heard. I had no idea what the hell it was until you told us the band. Don’t try to do Karaoke until you are old enough to drink. Then you can blame your singing on being drunk.”

Ok. I deserved that.

I just looked down and shook my head in mock disgrace.

It definitely lightened my mood and soon we were all trying to sit on the bottom of the pool to see how long we could hold out breath. I found that after a few tries I was able to hold it for about forty seconds, which was a lot less than the others. I was trying for forty-five when I blew out about half of what was in my lungs and then carefully tried to suck in through my lips. I was expecting to get water and have to push up to cough, but I felt a bit of air coming in. It was like sucking a thick milkshake through a coffee stirrer. I finally had to kick up to get a breath anyway. When we started again, I slowly blew out bubbles and then started sucking back in to get more oxygen. It was nowhere near enough, fast enough, to let me stay under water for very long, but it did let me work up to a minute.

I never even realized it was almost eight when Peter, Paul and Mary all said they were going to try their act at the kid’s lounge. It was supposed to be Karaoke night. Peter said I probably should sit it out, the kids our age were pretty mean when someone sucked. I was even worse.

“Hey suck this,” I retorted with a laugh. “I better hurry to come over and heckle you then.”

Damn Mary has a really nice butt. I wonder if she is doing both of guys? There seems to be some sort of casualness between them that I see mom and dad do sometimes.

Alisa pulled grabbed my hand and told me, “Huh uh. We are going to play a new game now. All the teachers are going to be in the lounge tonight after what happened in the girl’s bathroom last night. Only chaperones are going to be here from any of the schools. Peter, Paul, and Mary were going to play too, but Peter and Paul are only into her and each other, so it would have been weird for them.”

Wow. I had most of it right about them. I never would have though Peter and Paul was bi.

Tracy explained we all could hold out breath really well now. The game was to see how long one of us could keep the other two underwater by doing what she called rescue breathing. One of us would go up to get a full breath. We would dive down to blow it into one of their mouths, go up get more and do it for the other. It should only take fifteen seconds to get more air and come back down. All of us could hold our breath better than forty seconds now.

“You just want to kiss underwater,” I teased.

“Well that would be great too. If we do that we won’t have enough time to get another breath for the other one of us underwater. That is what makes it a hard game. I know you won’t say anything about me and Alisa giving each other air,” Tracy said.

I am game. Better than having to go up, shower and change to go back down to the club for only an hour or two.

At first I was sure that it was still some sort of trick when both girls would pull my face tight to them as I came down with a breath for them. The one time they didn’t, the air escaped and we all had to come up for air. Both of them were a lot better at being the one to give a breath than I was. Bigger lung capacity probably had a lot to do with it. It was definitely a fun game.

After I finally got the hang of it, they changed the rules a bit and started to cop feels of my balls as I was giving them a breath. It really got difficult trying to make myself break loose to get another breath for the other girl when I had a hand on my balls, and then dick. If not for both girls being able to hold their breath for over a minute they could never have gotten away with it and not had to go up for air. I was barely making it in time when Alisa pushed her hand up inside the leg of my trunks to hold my balls.

Shit I need air, but this is making me so damn hard.

I was starting to try to breathe through my shield when I felt a hand pull my face to hers. Alisa had gone up to get a breath while Tracy played with my balls. As Alisa took over giving us breaths, Tracy started working her hand around to play with my dick too. I wasn’t going to stop her and Alisa didn’t seem to mind being the one to give breaths for now. We were off in a somewhat dark corner of the pool, so it had to be hard for anyone trying to supervise to see exactly what we were doing.

Without even knowing it was coming, Tracy took her hand out of my shorts and Alisa moved down to take her turn. She was not just satisfied with playing with me, she took my hand to pull it down into her lap and pushed it on top of her suit right at her clit. We did not get to do it long because someone dove in too close to where Tracy was coming up for a breath. When she did not come back down to give me a breath we both pushed off to look for her. Luckily she was fine, just a bit winded.

“But that stupid girl jumped up at me from under the water,” a boy was whining to an adult.

They just told him, “The signs clearly say no diving Jimmy. Taking three running steps, jumping two feet in the air and yelling cannonball in no way can be considered just jumping into the pool.”

The two of them went back and forth with the boy saying it was all Tracy’s fault. I had enough of it. While holding onto the side of the pool I closed my eyes to turn the place in my head on. Reaching out toward him I started pushing energy into his prostate to make it tingle like he was going to cum and then slammed pain energy into his balls. When I opened my eyes to look I saw it worked perfectly. His dick was tenting his shorts. A big blob of cum got pushed through and he was holding his balls like someone had dropkicked them. With him rolling around, I pushed another big blast of energy into his prostate to make him cum until his balls were empty and then slammed energy in to make his balls hurt like hell again. To everyone around him it looked like he got off really hard playing with his balls right there while being bitched out for jumping in on top of Tracy.

I quickly turned off the place in my head before asking Tracy if she was really ok.

“He got me in the back pretty hard. It hurts a lot, but I don’t want them sending me back home or to a hospital. I have some prescription pain killers upstairs that I use when I have bad cramps,” she told us. “This sucks! I did not get to do what Alisa did. It was to be my turn next.”

With my eyes closed I could see that she had a lot of pain energy from just above her butt all the way up the middle of her back. I really felt bad for her. She was in a lot more pain than she was telling us. Anna had told me of a way to change pain energy into heat to help heal a pulled muscle. The only thing was that it had to be on bare skin to work or it could cause clothes to get discolored or even catch fire, depending on what they were made out of. When Tracy winced in pain from just turning a bit in the pool I knew what I had to do.

“Come on Alisa, we have to help her get dried off,” I said. “Tracy I am going to rub your back to help loosen up the muscles, but I have to touch bare skin. I know of somewhere we can go that no one will bug us. We just need lots of towels for you to lay on. You will see why when we get there.”

As Alisa went to get her and Tracy’s bags, I led Tracy over to where I had tossed my shirt. I quickly dried off, swapped back to my dark glasses, pulled my shirt over my head and then went to get four more towels. Alisa had a towel around her waist and was helping Tracy get dried off. I had them swap out their wet towels for dry ones. Each girl had two wrapped around their chest and one around their waist, plus one in their hair. I got two around my waist and two over my shoulders. We did not look any different than the other kids that left the pool as we headed toward the double door hallway.

When we got inside I was a bit surprised to find all the doors in the hallway were all locked. It wasn’t all that long ago I was in here with the girl that wanted me to finger her. I thought we were sure to be caught if this many were being used now by the kids in the hotel. I took a chance to try around the corner. They were only doors that were not marked as bathrooms. Just by luck the bartender from last night walked out of a door at the end of the hall toward us. He stopped at a side door to push in his cart full of soft drinks. When he saw me with the two girls he waved us toward him.

“Someone always screws up a good thing kid,” he said sounding pissed off. “They forced us to lock them all for the rest of the week. I know it wasn’t you. I heard the teachers talking about what you did last night for that girl who got sick. You could have left her to take the heat on her own. Most guys would. Take this keycard for the doors behind you. It only works for tonight, so just drop it on the table inside when you leave. Come see me tomorrow night after we open and I will hook you up with another one.”

We started to walk away and he waved for me to come back over for a sec. He handed me a six pack of cola and some cans of OJ.

“I was over getting a load from the pool snack bar. I saw that girl take that hit. Mix one of the small bottles of vodka with that OJ. She won’t get trashed, but she won’t be felling any pain either. The way they were playing with you at the pool, you don’t need more than that to have fun tonight. I am going to be slipping a few extra shots into the teacher’s drinks to relax them a bit too. Good luck man,” he told me softly.

The room he pointed out turned out to be some sort of pre-performance suite for the bands. It had lots of couches and a whole wall of alcohol. One of the couches was one of those long ones without sides except at the very end. It would be perfect to rub her back on.

Looking at the bar I found a whole box of little bottles that were flavored vodka, whatever that was. I took an orange one and went over to the girls.

“That guy said he saw that boy jump in on you,” I explained as I took a big red plastic cup and poured the vodka in and then the OJ. “He said to put one of these with the OJ to help you relax. It is not supposed to get you drunk at all, just dull the pain a little.”

Tracy laughed and said, “Put in two more in if you want me to get relaxed. It takes six of those to get me a little drunk.”

Alisa brought over two more vodka and four small square ones with black labels. I know they were one of the best known whiskies, just not which one. Alisa drank one straight and put the other three into a plastic cup before adding a can of cola. Both had finished their drinks as fast as they could drink them.

Moving over to the long couch, Tracy said, “If think I am going to fall for you saying you have to rub my bare back just to get a look at my tits, you are just lame David. I don’t care how much my back hurts, if you want to rub my bare back then you are going to have to strip too. My suit is still wet, so it is coming all the way off. That is not permission to fuck me, not even if I get shitfaced drunk and beg you for it. But first I have to pee really badly. All I see is a sink and no way can I get up there with as badly as I hurt. You are going to have to hold a cup for me to piss in.”