What lies above

Betsy persuaded Jesse to get some food in, before falling asleep or going for a shower. So he sat with her in the bustling canteen, dressed in a long t-shirt and fresh pair of panties… but still distinctly aware of the occasional flaking patch of dried semen on his skin. Not that he could really complain. She still had ‘I love Big Cock’ printed across her forehead and hardly seemed to care. They ate in companionable silence, the warm meal bringing back a little energy to sorely-tired limbs. Jesse couldn’t help wondering if whatever was laced in it was going to make him start growing breasts like Suzy now… or **** him to dwell on the feel of his face against George’s chest, more than he already was. No-one else from Block H seemed to be present, though there was a general air of exhaustion hanging over all the older teens present. They weren’t the only block to have just graduated on to newer things.

After taking it upon herself to take the trays away… Betsy came back grinning and waving something white in her hand at him. “Follow me Jess-Jess! I’ve got a surprise for you…”

She turned and led the way towards the elevator without looking back. Leaving the boy to drag himself up and after, following her swaying hips in bleary curiosity. The number she pressed on the control panel was for a floor much higher up than their own, causing Jesse some great deal of confusion. He’d never really been one for exploring any of the other sections of their multi-storey home, though he knew some of the more confident residents wandered between all of them forming great friendships and rivalries. This seemed higher up than any of the Blocks A through Z though… right up into the sections he’d always thought were off-limits to them. Sure enough, when the elevator stopped… the doors refused to open. That is, until Betsy waved the plastic keycard she’d been holding.

The metal panels slid aside to reveal a corridor that seemed a lot cleaner and well-maintained than the one of Block H. There were even real potted plants dotted into little alcoves along the walls.

“Are we allowed to be up here?” Quailed Jesse, his natural aversion to breaking rules jumping into high gear at the unnatural quiet and serenity up here.

“If we have a permission card from one of the matrons…” Smiled Betsy. “This is their floor… Daniel’s let me come up here once or twice before, when I needed some space to... study or stuff.”

She gave her shorter friend a little push out through the doors, before taking the lead again. “Come on… There’s not going to be anybody up here right now. They’ll all be down on the Blocks, doing their job. There’s something I want to show you…”

Turning several corners and ignoring a series of doors with, indeed, the names of several matrons lit up on small screens next to them… The tall girl found the one she was looking for. Waving the card again: she unlocked the portal to a wide and tiled space, filled with the conspicuous scent of water and cleanliness. Jesse couldn't believe his eyes. Before them lay an empty bathroom all to themselves; complete with several, large tubs jutting out from the walls… each large enough for three to four full-grown adults to bathe in.

"This is where they all relax after a long, hard day of dealing with us." Laughed Betsy. "Along with any Home-kids they think they can trust… or want to persuade to stay the night up here…"

Jesse's mind instantly flashed back to a couple of times over the last month that his best friend had been conspicuously absent from their room as he went to bed. He had accepted and assumed that she had just been offered somewhere quieter to study before graduation… but now he realised that might have been a naive idea of her relationship with Daniel.

Still… he could easily see how the prospect of soaking your bones for an hour in hot, foaming water and gentile company. Rather than the constant, jostling scrum for a free nozzle in the showers down below… might be enough to lure anyone. He himself had always had a habit of waiting until the depths of night to sneak out and wash. Uncomfortable with being trapped in hot, steamy confines with the larger, more boisterous blockmates. He didn't need to be told twice to throw aside his clothing as Betsy began turning on taps and selecting through options of scent and bubbling soap.