Chapter 70: Field Trip Continues

As I walked down toward my hotel room I was glad that it was just going to be Lenny in the room with me now. After the last few days I am not sure I could handle dealing with Joel and Martin’s bullshit without going off on them.

What the hell! I thought they were gone!

Walking into to room I was hearing some decent music coming out of the TV. On the beds were lots of guys I did not know watching whatever was on the TV. I turned to look when I heard “Oh ... I need a dirty woman. Oh ... I need a dirty gal.” As the guitars jammed, there was the blonde girl taking off a blue jeans vest to show off her small tits. She was inside some sort of truck where everyone was wearing equally cheesy clothes. Another girl’s hand comes up from under a counter where she looks to be blowing a cop. The girls start getting the guy’s shirts off as they make out.

Shit they are going to get me kicked off the trip for watching porn in here again.

Lenny saw my reaction and said, obviously stoned out of his mind, “David, man. You so need to grab a chair dude. The Wall is a classic ... Man. Only tit shot in the whole vid.”

Whatever. Nothing else to do until dinner anyway.

He was right about the movie, what I saw of it from that point. Definitely something I had to go watch from the start at some point. I missed too much to get any idea of what was going on.

“Anyone think Judge Worm looks like Mrs. Carter,” I asked the guys hanging out in my room.

I meant it as a little joke. Instead it ended up starting an actual semi-intelligent conversation. There were comments about “her chin is not pronounced enough to be a set of balls” and “the asshole was too high to be her mouth.” That devolved into discussing which teachers that would look more that way. Then it changed to which were dicks, bitches, assholes or those that had to be that way in school, but were really cool outside school. It sure gave me a good idea of who not to have as a teacher.

When the movie was over everyone but Lenny cleared out.

“So, man, how are you feeling? That was seriously some nasty shit that went around,” he said. “I so don’t want to have that happen to me again. It was so bad that I didn’t even want to go have a joint, you know?”

We talked a bit about nothing before heading off to dinner.

Thank the powers that control whatever is planned for me!

If we had not been in the hotel restaurant, I would have been sent home for sure and Crystal’s roommates would be going home at the same time.

As soon as I sat down with my food, they were both all over me. The one I braided last was there trying to get my dick out of my pants until a chaperone cleared his throat from two tables over. I could smell her pussy juices as she whispered that she did not have anything on under her short dress. We just needed to find a little out of the way corner somewhere for me to screw her until I came inside her. She wanted me so bad. She promised that the quick fuck would hold her at least until after dinner. Her girlfriend was there whispering in my other ear that maybe I should find somewhere with a bed instead, maybe the room where Annie and Crystal took care of me.

“Sorry Win, seeing what David did for you two, he gets to do my hair next. Kyle is going to be setup taking pictures in the back corner of the pool area. He has this special software on his laptop that makes the all of the shots look like the thousand dollar ones from places like Glamour Shots. He isn’t charging anything because he said he has to build a portfolio to get a good job for the summer taking photos in a studio. I am getting ones in my party dress and then in my bathing suit. A lot of girls want to have great hair too, Win,” a girl from one of the feeder middle schools told her.

Well I guess I had no say in the matter. At least it could be worse.

The way the girl spoke to Win dumped a bucket of cold water on her, but her girlfriend was still wanting me to fuck her silly.

Leaning over, letting my hand touch her hip, I said, “Chill out. You get busted screwing me and your parents will find out about Win. I heard how bad it goes for other lesbian couples in high school. I heard they get really nasty if a staunch lesbian is found out to be bisexual or got caught experimenting with boys. If you still want to be with me after we get home, Tracy’s house is a safe place for it. No one will ever hear from me what we did or didn’t do. Now if you slip your skirt up to just barely covering the naughty bits and turn a bit toward me while pretend to be eating, I can see if I can help take the edge off.”

Wow, girls really can do things to get off while looking completely innocent.

She turned toward me and got her napkin over her lap just right so that I could get full access to her pussy without anyone seeing anything. It really didn’t matter, though, I had a trick up my sleeve. Looking as though I was picking at my food, I closed my eyes and found the color of her orgasm energy.

So much for needing to cheat to get her off.

She really was right on the edge of a huge cum. I waited until she didn’t have anything in mouth before dragging my whole finger up and down over her clit. That was all it took to make her cum hard. I had my hand clear and had nudged Win to get her to move over enough for me to go get some more food. When I came back I saw that the two girls were going to definitely be over to my house or Tracy’s at some point after we returned. Win was now giving me the look I knew meant she wanted to have me fuck her too. Her girlfriend wasn’t even a question now.

Looks like I am going to be the secret boy toy for another group of bi-curious girls at school. Could be worse.

Both of them decided to get away from me to protect their reputations as lesbians. Both said they had to go to the bathroom and were gone. I actually managed to eat the rest of my dinner in peace. The second I started to leave, I was informed that I would be down at the pool or in the teen only club in the next fifteen minutes, or else.

Might as well go get on some very loose dark shorts and go commando.

I changed quickly before deciding I would go the pool to have a bit less supervision than on the club side. If I got bored I could go over to the club to dance or get a quick snack.

How do you get bored seeing girls in one-piece suits and bikinis David? You have naked pics of at least half of them from middle school!

When I got down there I found why the girls were going insane about getting Kyle to take their pictures. Over where he was setup I saw that he had taped up a green sheet in the corner. He didn’t have all the lights seen in the normal photo studios, but didn’t even need the flash from his high end camera. There was more than enough light in the corner from the overhead lights to get the images he needed for his software.

“David I hear I am going owe you big time for bragging about how good my dad’s camera was to the wrong girls. Sure I need to build a portfolio up, but I wanted be the one to pick the girls, you know. I spent most of last summer hacking on various open source digital darkroom programs to get what I have built now. It can only do so much. Hopefully whatever you can do to their hair to give me a little more to work with can’t hurt,” he begged.

He showed me how much his program was able to do with lighting, zit removal and adding in dynamic backgrounds. I was really impressed. I don’t know much about photography, but what I was seeing on his screen looked better than the professional pictures I had seen from weddings and at places in the malls. Even redeye was corrected automagically.

The first few of the girls that came over to ask me to braid their hair had me sitting up on the table while they were in front of me on the benches.

I still had no idea where I learned to do the various braids I did for them. I noticed I hadn’t gone as elaborate with the girls upstairs. I definitely didn’t do anything special for girls that I could tell were there to keep them from having to bother with doing it themselves. The various girls waiting soon figured it out too and it thinned out the line significantly.

Before long they knew the score. I wanted nothing more than an honest thank you. When Kyle was doing his best to position one of the rather plain looking girls for the best results, the girl next to do her hair came to sit in front of me on the table. She quickly adjusted the skirt of her dress to fall over top of my legs and shorts. Leaning forward, she used one hand to show me where she would like to have the braids go, if possible. Her other hand was rubbing my dick until she was sure it was good and hard. Once I had an idea of what she wanted done with her hair, she turned back around and moved back. She reached under her skirt to pull my dick out of my shorts. A quick shift and my dick was pushed down along her wet pussy. If she moved just right, it would pop right into her wet velvet furnace. Luckily that would be going too far and draw the attention of the chaperones that kept walking by frequently. It definitely didn’t stop her from making sure to squirm so it stimulated her clit when possible. I found it pleasantly distracting as my fingers and hands seemed to know exactly what she wanted. Somewhere some mirrors appeared that she used to check my workmanship.

“Wow David! This is so much better than I could have ever done myself. If I was not feeling your hard penis ready to take my virginity I would swear you had to be gay. The really good male stylists are gay,” she told me as she hopped up quickly.

Well I guess I am getting a pass after all. There is no way both of those chaperones didn’t see my shiny dick flick a big wad of pre-cum through the air as it sprang toward the ceiling when she moved off.

I did my best to quickly flip my loose shorts back over it as I waited for the next girl to tell me what she thought she wanted. Too bad for her I was going to do what I wanted if I thought it made her look better, or cuter, than what they asked for. I shouldn’t have bothered on this girl. It was all like: “Ow!” “You are pulling my hair!” “Your legs are touching me!” “You dick is poking against my back”

What a fucking whining bitch!

I had not even gotten started when I said, “Go do your own hair. If you are whining this much from me just brushing your hair, you will be screaming as I pull it into braid that will make you look great. Just go away. There are other girls waiting to see if I can do something with their hair.”

“Fag,” she spat as she stomped off angrily.

As I was trying to figure out what the next girl was asking me for, the previous one came back up, grabbed the brush she left on the table and said, “Look how much of my hair you ripped out! I am going to tell everyone that you are just a dumb fag trying to get off poking your little finger sized dick against girls backs.”

“Could you please? That would be a great help,” I said with a grateful sigh. “I thought it was just going to be a few girls and now I see there are a lot waiting. Make sure to tell them that I wasn’t all that gentle when brushing your hair and show them how much hair got pulled out. If I wasn’t a fag, I would pull you down for a scorching hot kiss that would make your panties wet in thanks. I really appreciate you doing anything to help cut down on the girls who want me to braid their hair. I would rather be watching them in their bathing suits.”

Damn she is one stupid, bigoted, brainwashed, white-trash, inbred bitch.

“Well maybe a kiss from a girl will show you what you could have if you weren’t gay,” she said moving up to challenge me.

Smiling, as I closed my eyes to find her orgasm energy colors so I could make her cum hard when I kissed her, I said, “Ok. If you really think that will do the trick to make me be not gay anymore.”

If the place in my head was capable of being pissed, then the way it pulled in and converted energy to match the color of her orgasm energy exactly meant it had to be angry as hell.

Opening my eyes and getting up, I moved right up next to her, pulled her face to mine, and shoved my tongue into her still open mouth. She had not kissed much before and definitely not French kissed anyone. Once she seemed to get the hang of French kissing, I put my arm around her back and pulled her body close to mine. I pushed all of the orgasm energy into her and held her as she came until she had no pussy juice left to soak her panties or run down her legs.

I knew she was going to be almost limp now, so I guided her over to one of the lounge chairs and poured her down onto it.

Making sure I said it loud enough for the girls nearest us to hear, I told her, “By the way, I am not gay.”

Luckily for her she was still having aftershocks and wasn’t making any intelligible words.

Back at the table I finished brushing out the hair on the girl that was waiting and began a simple braid that started at the top of her head.

“What did you do to her? Will you do that to me,” she asked as she squirmed a bit.

“Uh,” I started as I played dumb. “I kissed her like she asked so she could show me what it would be like to not be gay like she thought?”

“That was no little kiss. You slipped her tongue.”

Smiling I asked, “Isn’t that what a girl is asking for when she has her mouth open when the boy is going to kiss her?”

She did not answer immediately and when she did it was to ask, “Did you secretly rub her button with your boner?”

“If you didn’t see it before or haven’t heard yet, my dick is still growing. It is not all that long or fat yet like the other guys I see in gym class. It would never be able to do that to her with how small it still is right now,” I whispered in her ear. “I don’t think it could even get into you if you were sitting on my lap facing me.”

I felt her shudder when I said it and she started to shift around like she wanted to find out, but I was done with her hair by that time. The other girls waiting gave her a look that had to mean for her to get out of the way now, it was their turn. I didn’t care. I even made it pretty obvious as I went over to check on the girl that called me gay. When I closed my eyes I saw she was still filled up with orgasm energy and slight movements caused her to get earth shaking after orgasmic aftershocks.

Reaching down, I pulled her up to her feet. Since the girl Kyle was waiting on was playing with her makeup, I took this girl over to where he had a chair setup. There was no complaints from her this time when I leaned in to kiss her lips. I quickly pulled the orgasm energy down into her vagina and clit to make her cum as we had the brief kiss. I turned to Kyle and pointed at her before backing away. He quickly got her framed the way he wanted.

“Smile!” I told her loud enough to get her attention.

She gave a forty-eight and a quarter watt smile. It was probably the best she could do. Still it was enough to get a couple really fast snaps. Kyle saw why I did it as soon as he pulled up the pictures in his software.

This girl had that fresh cum face. I doubt it was anything that she wanted to have taken. Some of the girls had been trying too hard to look sexy like the pop princesses or girls on the teen magazine covers. Well she had that look in spades. There is just no other way to get a girl with that look without having a camera on her face while she is still getting off.

Turns out that even if the girl did not like the pictures, the other girls liked the look and knew it was something I had done to make her cum somehow. As the next girl came over to ask me to do a crown like braid, she made sure I saw she was without panties under her skirt. She insisted that to get her hair brushed out properly I had to do it with her head leaning forward, she worked a hand into my shorts to feel around for my dick while her long hair covered up her actions. I doubt she had even felt a dick before. Having her cool fingers exploring my dick, inside my shorts, with people all around us, was all it took to get me rock hard. She continued to rub me as I finished up brushing out her hair.