Incredible Changes
Chapter 63: Field Trip Day 2

Copyright© 2013 by Dead Writer

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 63: Field Trip Day 2 - David is a apathetic eighth grader who has a very dramatic experience with nature that forever changes his outlook on life and guides his future.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   ft/ft   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Fiction   Science Fiction   First   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Safe Sex  

Lenny and I headed down to breakfast with a group of guys from our floor. Our elevator didn't stop on our floor, so I bet the hotel had some special setups to make the elevators only go the male or female floors when called.

In the cafeteria I was mobbed by girls from my school. They pushed me around to some table while I was asked what I wanted to eat from the breakfast bar. I wasn't even being allowed to go up there by myself. It turns out half the girls were just as bad as Marlin and Joel. They wanted to know if I screwed the girl last night before, after, or while she was puking.

"Gross! Go away! I am really hungry and don't want to talk about someone getting sick. It was bad enough I had to hear and smell her puking twice last night," I told them trying my best to look disgusted. "If you are going to talk about that or a girl's time of the month, I am going to go over to sit with the jocks. At least they will be lying about doing what they will never get the chance to do with you girls."

I don't want to even think about the girl puking on Mrs. Carter ever again if I could help it.

Some food was put in front of me and then I was again being questioned about if I had screwed the girl before she got sick or if not. Then when she felt better, if I would screw her then. They cut it out when I grabbed my plate to start moving off to a different table somewhere else.

After being begged to sit back down with them I said, "Look. When I ever get lucky enough to finally have sex with a girl I'm not about to tell anyone about it. I risked getting kicked off the trip to help a sick girl up her room. She could have been found by someone else and raped. All you care about are if I molested or tried to nail her. Come on! She was barely able to stand up on her own. It was all I could do to not grab her boob when she got a little off balance. Go pump her for whatever she wants to say she did with me, even if she wants to make it all up."

From that point on I focused on keeping my mouth full of food or being in line to get more. Some of them took a lot longer to get it through their heads that I kept my mouth shut. Nothing they could do would make me talk about what I did with any girl. While deciding if I wanted to get more food or not, one of the girls tried to see if she could trick me into saying something.

"Well, I was at the pool last night when Vicky showed you everything and you whipped your dick out," she said. "You can't say it didn't happen. Lots of girls saw it."

What the hell? This girl sounds seriously jealous!

She wasn't there when it happened and I knew it, so I called her out, "Do you need to borrow a pair of my goggles to help you see better? Vicky didn't show me anything, not that her bikini even hid much anyway. If you had really been there and saw what happened, then you wouldn't have seen my dick because I didn't show it. Do you have any idea how hard it would be to get my little dick out in the open when wearing jeans and not get caught?"

"You unsnapped, unzipped and pulled you pants down so you could pull it out," was her retort.

With a laugh I said, "Well I know you are so full of crap for sure. My dick is not even long enough to whip it out like you said. I would have to drop my pants for anyone to see it. Hell I barely have any pubic hair yet. That was all I showed Vicky and the other girls because Vicky complained about not having any last spring. After I finally woke up in hospital I remembered a ton of stuff I had been ignoring all along. You know she and I were both bald as babies last year in school because she kept bringing me into the shower with her. You teased her about it a lot and really hurt her feelings. Was it so important to brag about having that monster bush even though you were just as flat chested as she was? You can't even tease her about her boobs either. I saw you in your bathing suit last night too. Hers are bigger than yours now."

"David has you there! You were flat as a board until this summer," one of the girls said as she teased the other girl. "You will never get anyone to go down on you until you get a weed whacker after it. They can't even find your clit in that forest. You really have to trim that back."

I was glad to be done eating so I could escape the girl's onslaught of questions I wasn't going to answer. As I was almost to the door I saw the girl from last night sitting at a table with one of the girls from the lounge.

I still don't know their names. I might as well ask if the girl is ok this morning. I wonder how sore her pussy is today after how hard we fucked.

They had no problem with me taking an unused seat at their table.

"I feel like a real dick," I told them after I sat down. "We hung out last night and I never even asked your names. I don't want to go back to how I was these last couple of years. It was so rude and I wanted to apologize."

Well that is new! They both looked surprised that I was sitting here saying that.

I found that the girl I made cum so much last night that she barfed was Helen. The other girl was Tonya.

Turning to Helen I asked, "Are you feeling better this morning? Sorry for leaving you to Mrs. Carter and running off. She is a real bitch. I didn't want to be around her any longer than I had to after you got sick all over her."

"I am really sore inside," she said leaning in so that only Tonya and I could hear. "Throwing up and hurting now was all worth it. That was the best I have ever felt in my whole life. I know you don't love me, but I will always love you David."

Smiling at her I said, "It is good you are feeling better. I felt so bad that the after fun we had in the lounge ended with you getting so sick like that. You probably shouldn't eat any of the food down in the lounge if you are going there to hang out anymore. It would suck a lot if you got sick again."

Before Tonya could try grilling me to see if she could trick me into saying something, I got up and left. I was just on the other side of the planter from them when Tonya asked Helen why I was not talking about us screwing if we really did it like Helen said.

Helen just countered that I never said it didn't happen, did I?

At least now they have something to really talk about that I want girls to argue over.

Turns out the elevators were not picky when we were going up. It got packed with boys and girls from all of the schools staying here. I noticed that someone had hit seventeen, so I stayed on when the other boys got off on sixteen. I was really happy to find that it was a floor for another school. They were small enough that boys and girls were on the same floor. Room 1709 just happened to be right in the middle of the girl's block of rooms, which explained the worried, surprised and curious looks as I kept walking that way with the girls from their school.

"I think you are lost," a girl looking around sixteen said with a snotty tone. "This is our floor and you are in the part for the girls at our school."

I turned to her and used the same snotty tone when I said, "Are you sure you aren't lost? I have had a room here for days."

"No, you don't. This floor is only for our school. We have all the rooms," she said back.

"Want to bet?"

That threw her, but she recovered quickly with, "What do you bet?"

"If you win, I will kiss your feet," I told her.

She smirked as she said, "Well if you win, I will suck your dick."

"No. If I win you will kiss me on the lips. I like my dick. I am not about to put it somewhere I can get bit off by a girl that is pissed she lost a bet," I countered.

"It is a bet then," she said.

Pulling out my wallet I got one of the keys for 1709, walked down to the room I knew to be vacant and used the key to open the door. Just to prove it to them, the group of girls and I went into the room. Steve's people had done a good job on it. One bed was unmade. There was the deodorant I used, toothpaste, a tooth brush and open bar of soap in the bathroom. A towel was thrown on the floor beside the toilet and the bathmat was on the floor outside the tub. In the closet was an open laundry bag with a jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, socks and boxers.

I turned to the snotty girl and puckered up.

Damn if she is going to play this game, then so am I, I thought as she slipped me some tongue.

We were in full make out mode for a couple of minutes before my phone screamed out a loud alarm clock sound. Everyone was snapped out of the trance we seemed to be in and they started scrambling out of the room. I slipped into the stairs and went down to the sixteenth floor.

I closed my eyes and waited until I was not seeing any branching energy of people close to the stairwell. Quickly I opened the door to take a look before sliding out to get into my room. For once I was alone and took the time to make sure I had everything ready to go. I wasn't sure I needed to have it or not, but I got my high security card from the compartment in the laptop, got it in the secured badge case and then into the hidden area in the jeans I was wearing. I stashed all but three hundred bucks in the safe too. No point in letting someone try to hit me up to buy them something or try to snag my wallet to steal the cash.

According to what I heard at breakfast, we were all to be back in our rooms no later than 8:30 to get today's shirts. That was weird because I was sure I was wearing the right shirt for today based on what Lenny said.

Might as well channel surf while waiting for our t-shirts.

I was not finding much on at all when Lenny, Martin and Joel can back into the room. Lenny headed outside to smoke a joint quickly so he could get a shower to make sure no one smelled it on him today. Joel and Martin both told me to keep going when I hit a porn channel.

Did they rub their dicks raw last night? That would be too funny!

I finally found a channel with some especially bloody Anime on it. Martin and Joel actually seemed remotely interested in it.

Well they would! It has school girls with tits that are barely kept in place.

When someone knocked, I opened to door to get handed two large and two extra-large t-shirts. It had our school name printed on the back and "Washington Field Trip" on the front. There was a list places I assumed we were going to visit while we were here. We were told we had to wear jeans today. No slacks, Dockers, or anything else, jeans were it.

Who decided these shirts and what were they on?

I had seen some wild t-shirts before. I get they wanted us to be easy to find, but come on! The left half was a red that was barely dark enough to not be pink. The right was a green about that was bright as the red side. Think lime green just short of being neon green. All of the writing was done in a yellow reflective paint that showed up when light hit it just right. They were way past obnoxious.

When I was throwing the extra-large ones to Martin and Joel, I joked, "I am glad I am wearing these really dark shades or the shirts would blind me for sure. Oh, we got to wear jeans only."

Like we were going to wear anything else! It was freezing outside, according to the temp for D.C. on my phone. Who was going to be wearing shorts or dress clothes on school fieldtrip anyway?

When Lenny came out of the shower I tossed him his t-shirt. He shaded his eyes to get his sunglasses. Joel and Martin may be dicks, but they saw it just as funny as I did. Lenny was looking confused as the three of us were laughing at him.

According the rules, we were to wait until they came to the rooms to tell us our busses were waiting. Supposedly this was the safety protocol for schools visiting to keep kids from getting lost, or sneaking off, while waiting on the busses to arrive. It made sense when I thought about how many schools were probably in this hotel for the week.

Around nine the phone rang and said to meet out in the hall with everyone else to go down in groups to load on the busses. It was a surprisingly smooth process to get all the boys into the lobby together. When the girls started coming down I saw they had on similar shirts, except the red was on the right and the green on the left.

That sucks. Any guy and girl facing each other will be easy to see from miles away with these shirts. No kissing unless they do it quickly. I wonder if anyone thought of swapping shirts. Wouldn't that tweak ultra-conservative teachers and chaperones!

I was hoping to finally see the monster tour busses they rode up here on. Nope. We were taking dedicated shuttle busses over to the Smithsonian Mall. They broke us up into two groups today. Boys were going to the Natural History Museum, the girls to the American History Museum. We would meet up for a bag lunch outside and then the groups would flip. As we got off the busses we were given backpacks with our names on them. Inside were notebooks, pens and pencils. For anyone that did not have a cell phone they had some cheap digital cameras that could be checked out.

"You had better take this trip seriously. Each of you are expected to write reports on every location we visit. Pick at least five exhibits from each museum. You need a minimum of two pages on each one," Mr. Sykes told my group.

We got lucky in that someone had stocked up the bus with fliers for both museums we were going to today. Most of the boys walked right past them, but I made sure to snag a few of each. Not that I was all that worried about it anyway. I was sure that my tablet and laptop would be more than able to get access to all of the cameras and download full details on all of the museums. Unlike many of the guys with me, I was actually really interested in the trip.

At the Natural History Museum we were broken up into small groups by doing the old fashioned count off from one to five method. I didn't really know many of the guys on the trip. I figured it would be cool no matter what group I went around with. Even if I did get lost somehow, it was going to be impossible to not find someone else from our school with us wearing these shirts.

It is not like this place is doesn't have plenty of areas that will get all of us jammed up waiting to see something with so many groups of kids here today.

Our group was led by one of the fathers who told us to call him Ronald. He led us over toward the dinosaur exhibit, but we found that was closed. All they had was a few of the dinosaurs in a small area on display.

That sucks. The one cool as hell thing here and it is closed. Typical.

Ronald decided that since we were doing the IMAX movies that we should go upstairs first. It seems the IMAX exits up top or something. Just up ahead of us waiting to go up the stairs was a group of Girl Scouts. All but two of them were in skirts. One of the guys asked them how old they were and I overheard them say they were all freshman in high school. None of them were really in the Girl Scouts anymore, but were here with their troop helping out the younger girls on the trip. Most of them would never be able to wear the uniforms again anyway, so they decided to dress in them one last time.

Going up behind them told me why we were split up from the girls from school. While I might have been able to get away with staring because of my goggles, the other guys couldn't and many of them had girl friends that would find out. By the time we got to the second floor I had seen all of the panties from the girls in skirts.

Thongs and tiny bits of transparent lace count as panties, right?

Ronald knew the place pretty well and we ended up waiting behind the Girl Scouts to get into the butterfly exhibit. None of the guys in my group really wanted to go in, but Ronald said the tickets were bought in advance and non-refundable, so we were going in. Inside with the Girl Scouts turned out to be yet another reason why the guys and girls were at different museums.

"Wow! Come look at this," one of the girls said as she reached over to pull on my hand. "These two butterflies are turned so they look like a bigger butterfly. How cool is that."

Before I could respond she noticed that I was not one of the girls from her troop, she blushed, mumbled an apology, and focused on the butterflies that had her so excited.

She is right; the one with white wings with pink spots near the head and purple around the edges over top of a bluish purple one does look cool.

"Anabel, they aren't trying to look like a big butterfly you goof. They are getting it on," a girl came over and told her. "You know mating, screwing, fertilizing the eggs, planting the seed."

Anabel turned even redder in embarrassment when she looked up to see me looking at her and not the butterflies. She tried to play it off, but ended up slinking off toward the other end of the exhibit.

"Hi, I am Lisa," the girl that told Anabel the butterflies were mating said as she introduced herself. "I am sorry if I embarrassed you by talking about mating in front of you. We have all known each other since we joined the troop back in elementary school. None of us can figure out why Anabel gets so embarrassed when someone talks about sex of any form. She got boobs, hair and her period at least two years before the rest of us. We all learned how to play with ourselves from her at sleepovers at her house."

In a lower voice she said, more to herself than anyone else, "Why the hell did I just say all that to that boy. I don't even know him, but it feels like I do somehow."

I stuck out my hand to take the one she still had extended toward me and shook it as I said, "My name is David. The whole freshman class from school is here on a field trip. I spent years thinking no one saw me because I was ignoring everyone, so I'm not sure what I should say after what you told me. You probably know that boys play with themselves all the time. I do it whenever I can and won't get caught by my parents or someone from school. I would never live it down if anyone caught me."

You don't look disgusted, so that is a good sign.

Before she could reply, Anabel and three other girls pushed between us and the butterflies getting it on.

"They are so, see," Anabel said pointing to the two butterflies.

Lisa pulled me off away from them to an area without quite so many people before she asked, "You have done it at school too?"

I shook my head and told her not at school, but I tried to do it in the shower on this trip, but someone barged in on me. I told her how Joel and Martin had even taken a pic of my boner that they were going to show around to tease me.

"If they had come in ten seconds later I would have been too busy to have heard them and really would have gotten caught in the act," I told Lisa.

Lisa gently touched my arm as she leaned closer to say, "I always tried to do what the other girls were doing when we slept over at Anabel's but it never did anything like what they said happened to them. I never got all wet like they did either, so I was sure something was wrong with me. Then in health class this year we learned everything they censored out in Sex-Ed back during sixth grade. I noticed a lot of the boys had boners when we left class that day. I never noticed any boys having boners before. Our history teacher was out and the substitute was from some country where English wasn't even her second language. I quit trying to understand her and was daydreaming about what one of those boy's boners might feel like going inside me when we did it. Before I knew it my panties were soaked. Opening and closing my legs started feeling really good. Anabel has told us that if we put our hand in our lap and squeezed our legs really hard against it we would get off without anyone even knowing. She could have told me that we had to be ready for it though. The second I closed my legs tightly around my fist I came hard. I hadn't been paying any attention to what was going on around me. If not for everyone laughing at Johnny Long for dozing off and falling out of his chair just right when I came, they would have heard me moan out. I do it lots of times a day now, just like everyone says boys do."

She looked shocked again to have just said all that to a boy she just met minutes before.

Lisa stayed near me and we laughed when some boys from school found out what Anabel and the girls with her had been looking at. The boys went on a quest to find more mating butterflies. Whenever they found a pair they would go tell Anabel. She didn't seem embarrassed about it anymore and would rush over to look. Of course that caused the boys to make all sorts of comments about if humans could do it that way, did the butterflies have to hump to get connected or did they just touch to make it happen, and even asking if there was butterfly foreplay.

Ronald and the Girl Scout leaders seemed to be having a much more adult discussion about what was going on. I know that I heard enough parts of their conversation to know that they were talking about mammal mating, versus butterflies. Eventually they decided that it was time for us to leave so others could come in.

As I was getting up from looking closely at one of the insects I bumped into Lisa. She just gave me a big grin. The boys in my group and the Girl Scouts seemed to have hit it off, as had Ronald and their leaders, so we stayed together as a group. Lisa seemed fascinated by the bees going in and out through the tunnel connected to the window near their exposed hive. I was enjoying talking with her, so stayed there to watch as well since the staff were doing a teaching session with spiders and other bugs.

One of the girls from her troop was a real tomboy. She was there with a tarantula crawling up her arm like it was a kitten or pet gerbil. The lady doing the teaching was telling all about how these tarantulas were passive and we were more likely to be bitten by their prey than the spider. No matter how safe the large hairy spider was, it wasn't safe enough for Anabel when it jumped onto her. She managed to flip it up on the air as she was backing away from it.

Wow that is a pretty cool trick. It landed right in the small bucket they had brought it out in.

Unfortunately for Anabel and a girl behind her that I found was named Wendy, there was an exhibit of a house, showing where bugs lived inside. In a few backward steps she tripped over one corner and fell backwards toward the floor at Lisa's feet. Trying to stop herself she reached out to grab the railing around the exhibit. She was off by about two feet. Instead she grabbed a hold of Wendy's uniform shirt.

Did I hear her head or the buttons hit the floor first? Was it Anabel or Wendy that shrieked?

Anabel was laying there with her legs akimbo holding Wendy's shirt. Wendy, on the other hand, was spun into one of the guys from school and knocked them both to the ground. He had one hand on a bare breast, the other just inches from her bare crotch. Even though she was wearing a thong, it got pulled to the side at some point. Her skirt had flipped up as she spun, only to be pulled up to just under her bare breasts when she slid down. Wendy was as naked as she could be without stripping on purpose.

The only one that did anything for the next thirty to forty-five seconds was the boy holding Wendy's bare breast. His hand started automatically squeezing it as he pinched on her nipple. His other hand slid up against her pussy as he tried to sit himself up. Wendy responded by spreading her legs wide enough for anyone close to her to see the wet pink valley of the gods. Well that is until she pushed her fingers against those of the boy and humped against them a few times until she came.

"Yes! Wow," she said excitedly before realizing everyone was staring at her. "Oh crap."

Wendy seemed to have to fight with herself to finally pull the boys hand free of her pussy, to pull it up to her other exposed breast as she pulled her thong back into place and fixed her skirt. She was close enough to Anabel to grab her shirt. I saw her squeeze her legs tightly, shudder and then pull the boy's hands away from her boobs. Both firm half orange sized mounds were capped by two upturned, tiny pink nipples on darker pink areoles the diameter of half-dollar coins. She managed to get her shirt pulled on and held closed with one hand before she turned around to plant a big kiss on the lips of the guy that had rubbed her off and played with her tits. Her shirt only had the top two buttons still intact because she hadn't buttoned them. Magically she had safety pins she used to get her shirt closed. Nobody had even been looking at Anabel.

Hey I wasn't looking at Anabel either. Not with Wendy getting off twice right there in front of everyone without anyone stopping her.

Everyone teased the boys that followed Anabel and two other girls off toward the bathrooms. Robert decided we would stay here and watch more of the interactive lessons on the bugs.

Only then did I look down at Anabel. She wasn't knocked out, but she wasn't moving much either. Of the girls, she had to be the only one wearing plain white cotton panties. I don't know for sure, but I think she had to have been wet since she found out that the butterflies were mating, not making themselves look like a bigger butterfly. All but the extra cotton part was now transparent. I could see all of her thick bush all the way just above her clit. With the major camel toe she was showing right now I could see that she had a big clit to boot.

No wonder she masturbates all of the time. I bet it is normal sized for the average sized woman. On her skinny body it looks like a small dick poking out.

The woman teaching had pulled out some sort of bug that made everyone else turn to see what it was, ignoring Anabel, me and Lisa. I got down on my knees to see if Anabel was ok.

Lisa leaned over and whispered, "Move over a bit toward the house exhibit, then no one will be able to see you rub her under her panties. She has been dying to have a boy touch her, but is too chicken to ever do it. Just rub that big bump at the top. It is her clit and will make her go off to the moon really fast."

I didn't even get the chance to pull her panties up to put my fingers underneath. When my thumb grazed her clit, Anabel's eyes went wide and her mouth formed a big O. She never made a sound, well except for some heavy breathing, as she came. It didn't last all that long, but she got hypersensitive on her clit. As soon as she no longer needed me touching her to get off she pulled my hand away. Lisa and I tried to help her sit up, but Anabel zeroed in on one of the popped off buttons from Wendy's shirt. Like a Chihuahua, she darted between people's legs to find the four that popped off. Stopping long enough to get an emergency sewing kit from a bag her leader was carrying; Anabel was off like a shot for the bathroom.

Lisa was looking around at everyone when I moved back over to where we had been watching the bees. She would watch them for a few seconds and then turn to look at everyone else for a few seconds. Finally I got a strong whiff of pussy and figured it out a minute or two before she got brave enough to act. More kids had come in to watch the bugs, so mostly hidden behind them.

Lifting my arm, Lisa moved right up beside me and then pulled my hand over her right boob. After squeezing on my hand a few times, I got the hint that she wanted me to feel tit through her bra.

This I know how to do!

Her right hand went over to rest on the same railing Anabel had tripped over. Her left reached down to slide into her panties.

Whispering to me she said, "This is the hottest I have ever been and for some reason I need to rub myself right here and now. I wish it was me that had my shirt ripped off and you were the one that was playing with my bare breast. If I didn't jiggle so much I would never wear a bra. I really want you to touch me, but I won't be able to keep from going limp when it happens. Don't worry though, I only get week kneed for a second or two. Otherwise I am fine."

I know how to rub your clit too, but no way would we be able to hide it if you dropped to the floor.

I wasn't even done with my previous thought when she came. She had been right too. By the time I knew she had gone limp, the pressure was gone from the arm I had been using to hold her. When the afterglow was starting to fade for her she reached over to rub on my dick.

"Whoa there Lisa," I told her pulling her hand away. "You will make me cum in my pants if you touch it right now. Unlike juices a girl makes, semen gets cold fast and when it dries it is really crusty. Guys don't; get away with just having wet spots."

With Anabel, Wendy and the other girls off trying to fix Wendy's buttons, our larger group went over to the mummies.

"So what do they do with the dick and nuts when they mummify them? Does it go in jars like their other organs," one guy asked.

One of the girls said, "It shows here that they did something to the organs before putting them back in the body."

The guy responded, "Well a dick doesn't go inside the guy's body, it just shrinks. Do you think if the guy was a real jerk they would shove it up his butt or stick in his mouth?"

 
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