You decide to check out the neighbours.

You assume that they have probably put the few guys together on the same floor. Maybe you could hook up together and go exploring. You have to admit that as much as the thought of all these girls makes you feel horny, it also fills you with a curious fear.

You knock on the room next door. As you are waiting for a response, a couple of girls pass by in the hall. Both are wearing frighteningly short skirts and tight tops. They see you and start giggling. You feel your cock hardening in your shorts and begin to wonder if this was the best choice of outfit after all.

You smile weakly at the girls, trying to conceal your growing desire. Then you turn back to the still closed door.

"Uh... I don't think Shanice is in right now," says one of the girls. Then both break into giggles and run off.

Shanice? Not a boy's name. Then they haven't put the boys together. You go to each door on this landing in turn. Listening at each, you hear only girlish talk and laughter, muted by the heavy oaken door, but unmistakably female.

You reach one door that is half open.