Well, then hurry!

You sprint as fast as you can into your room and see that the girls have already gone, so you just throw your clothes across the room basically as soon as you come in and then run into the bathroom, not bothering to lock the door. You turn the shower on and hop in, rushing to wash your everything. Your cock still hasn't calmed down since Mrs. Junipers punishment, and it's still much bigger, redder, and heavier than it normally is. You don't have time to worry about that though, so you rush out of the shower after everything is down, roughly towel off, but take a little extra care around your cock and balls.

You get dressed in just a pair of black jeans and a Black Sabbath t-shirt, not too far from your regular style, but you put some Doc Martens on, which you rarely wear, so that at least it looks like you care a little bit. You jog lightly to the other side of the campus, and spend a minute or two trying to find the room number Alex told you it was at. As you enter the hallway though, you find out it's not necessary as you see an open door and hear some relatively inoffensive rock blaring from inside the room. You check your phone and see that you're literally exactly on time, so you hurry to the door and when you turn inside, you see three distinct groups of girls, Lydia, Alex, and a smattering of other girls obsessed with the colour black; then two groups of relatively more normal girls, in which somewhere you assume Robin and Claire are.

Most of the girls turn to look at you instantaneously, you assume because you are the only guy within a kilometre. You wave awkwardly as you step inside and Alex is the first to actually interact with your properly, and she walks towards you from the back of the room. "Nice shirt," she says, and grabs your arm, lightly pulling you towards her group. "Ladies, this is my date, Alex. Alex, this is Abby," she points to a girl who is at least a couple of inches taller than you, black hair (obviously), and what you definitely noticed first, cleavage like the Mariana Trench. "and Charlotte." she says as you shake Abby's hand, and you smile at Charlotte and shake hers. Charlotte is the only girl with any colour in her hair other than black: a sliver of silver/white-ish hair that occasionally falls across her face. She corrects Alex, telling you to call her Charlie. She is almost the polar opposite of Abby. She's way shorter than probably anyone in the room, she has virtually no breasts to speak of (at least as far as you can see) and she has a cute, boyish undercut, unlike Abby's elbow-length curls.