Go to Jean’s dorm

You toy with the idea of going back to your own room, but the prospect of trying to explain the situation to Zack seems insurmountable. Besides... knowing your horny roommate the way you do, you’re pretty sure he’d pop an instant boner at the sight of a cheerleader showing up at his door. Truth be known, you’d be hard pressed to not give in to his advances. As odd as it seems, the truly-fucking-weird shit that has happened today should have you absolutely freaking out, but you find yourself strangely aroused. No... aroused isn’t the word. Flipping-horny is a much better description. For once, you are grateful you don’t have a penis, because you’re sure there’s no way you’d be able to hide the erection you’d be sporting at the moment — particularly in these tight-fitting denim shorts.

In fact, the more you think about it, the more you realize that it would be better if you can get to somewhere secluded. You not only need to think, but you need a chance to relieve some sexual tension. The mere thought of masturbating with this hot female body sends ripples of heat radiating from between your legs, and you feel your fresh panties beginning to grow moist.

Shaking your head to refocus your attention, you pull Jean’s backpack out of her locker and find her room key and a piece of mail that tells you where she lives. Thankfully, it is just a brief walk from the athletic center. You take one last look in the mirror to make sure you are presentable. Your mouth drops open as you see your nipples, erect and very noticeable, protruding against your shirt. You had noticed them before, but they have grown even more noticeable as your level of horniness has increased. Awkwardly pulling at the front of your top, hoping to minimize their visibility, you realize there isn’t anything you can do, other than get out of there and hurry to the room as quickly as possible.

You mutter a quick farewell to the girls who remain in the locker room and head toward the dormitory. You can’t help but blush and look around nervously as you scan her student ID at the door to let you in. You are definitely trespassing, and you expect to be challenged at any minute. The girls you encounter along the way seem unconcerned by your presence, however. The only one who seems to be paying you any attention is a redhead, whose eyes zero in on your nipples before looking into your eyes with a mysterious half-smile.

Jean’s room is on the fourth floor, and when you get into the elevator, the redhead gets in with you. It occurs to you for the first time that Jean might have a roommate, and you wonder if it could be this gal. If so, you wonder how you are going to avoid screwing everything up.