Technically it is morning...

Shannon surveyed the five girls in the sitting room of the dorm house.

Tracie sat on the love seat, her navy blue baby-doll contrasting nicely with her ruddy skin while barely holding her ample breasts in check. Her chestnut bob was probably meant to look professional, but right now she just looked butch as she held a protective arm around Belinda, who in turn had her face buried in the side of Tracie's chest.

Belinda was calmer now and seemed to be enjoying the comfort of Tracie's breast. All that was really visible of her over the blanket was the side of her pale freckled face and the mass of orange frizz on her head. Of course, everyone knew exactly what her body looked like from helping clean her up after her ordeal, from those smallish but firm breasts with the huge aureoles to the thick rug of pubic hair that, ahem, matched the drapes and the long lithe body that the boys would die for and Shannon had to admit she'd probably kill for.

Amanda's tiny frame in the Star Wars flannel pyjamas was nestled cross-legged in one of the sitting chairs. Her black asymmetric hair (buzz on the left, bob on the right) and pale skin made her look almost monochrome, and her thick glasses highlighted her violet eyes. She was almost unnaturally skinny, to the point where she could pass as a young teenaged boy if she chose, especially since she had no figure to speak of.

The other sitting chair was occupied by Chance, a dark-skinned girl of indeterminate ethnicity with dark brown almond-shaped eyes and thigh-length blonde-streaked brown hair that right now was strategically draped over her almost nude body. The only item of clothing she wore were thick-soled geisha sandals, which made it easy to see that her painted pink toenails matched her painted pink fingernails.

Rhonda was stretched out on the sofa, luxuriating in silver bra and panties with an embossed chainmail pattern. She was a classic Aryan: tall, blonde, muscular and busty, with California-tanned skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. Her eyes shifted between Shannon, Chance and Belinda in little circles of appreciation.

"Well girls," started Shannon, "we were originally supposed to have a meet-and-greet in the morning, and technically 2:00 a.m. is morning..."

Amanda snorted.

"...but something happened last night that kind of moved up the schedule. Welcome to Theodora House; I'm Shannon. For the record I'm six-foot-six, and yes that makes it hard to find guys who aren't staring at my boobs. I'm here on a women's basketball scholarship, but my major is History. You girls are all froshes and don't have a major yet. For the sake of getting back to sleep, I'll do the introductions. Amanda is a sci-fi fan, as you can probably guess; she is eighteen despite her looks. Belinda, aside from having incredible lungs, is here on a math scholarship and has already said she's willing to help others any way she can. Chance is from Southern California; she grew up in a naturist colony and has said she only plans to wear clothes when going out. Get used to seeing flesh. Rhonda is from Canada, and will happily tell you more than you ever need to know about her homeland. Tracie is a lesbian and, to quote her, you'd damned-well better not have a problem with that. The rest you can get to know over the course of the semester."

"What I was planning on telling you in the morning – yes I know, Amanda – is that Theodora House is haunted. A boy died in here about a dozen years ago under circumstances that still aren't clear. Normally he only does stupid little poltergeist shit: shifting the furniture, moving objects, making funny shadows on the wall, that kind of stuff. Apparently this year he's escalating. First of all, he usually doesn't do anything for a couple of weeks, and secondly he doesn't normally touch the tenants. I have no idea what's touched him off this year. I can understand if any of you want to move someplace else, but I'm kind of hoping you'll stay. Any questions?"

Chance asked, "Does this ghost have a name?"

"We call him Theo, after the house; nobody's really looked into his history."

Tracie asked, "How often does he attack?"

"He's never attacked before; last year we averaged two or three manifestations a week. Given what happened tonight, it's anybody's guess what the new pattern is."

Amanda bounced up and down and waved her hand in the air.

"You could just talk, Amanda. What is it?"

"Yeah, but... oh well. So, Belinda, how big was he? Did you get an orgasm?"

All eyes turned to Amanda in shock. Jaws worked but no sound came until Belinda spoke; her voice was halfway to a growl.

"He was a little longer than my mouth and a bit over an inch thick, which I understand is a decent size for a guy. And no, I didn't. And for the record, I am not running away from this and hopefully none of you will either. That spectral bastard is going to pay!" By the end Belinda had sat up, allowing the blanket to fall off her naked upper body. She punched her left palm with a fist, the shock causing her breasts to bounce.

Belinda looked down at Tracie's hand. "Why are you touching my nipple?"

"Because angry girls are a major turn-on; that and the side-boob action you've been giving me for the past while makes you hard to resist."

Tracie dived at Belinda, planting her lips on Belinda's and knocking the girl backward.

Belinda shook herself out of the kiss.

"What the hell are you doing? My body is not public property!"

"Sorry, I got carried away."

"Yeah, I guess. No harm, no foul. But you can stop fondling my tit any time."

Tracie gave one last squeeze and let go.

"Well girls," Shannon announced, "How about we all try to get some more sleep?"

"I don't want to sleep in my room tonight."

Chance stood up and offered a hand. "You can sleep with me; I'm used to sleeping with nude girls and promise not to try anything."

"Well, okay."

Belinda took Chance's hand and the two walked out and upstairs. Once they were out of earshot Tracie remarked, "There go a couple of really fine asses."

Nobody said anything but there were a couple of nods.