explore the girls' end further

Joe decides to throw caution – well, some caution – to the wind and explore the girls’ end further. After all, it’s the most exciting thing he’s done for years, why end if?

He doesn’t have to subject himself to too much risk, either: if he’s careful, he’ll be fine. At first, he decides to venture down one of the corridors. There are a couple of doors, but he doesn’t want to risk turning one of the handles and have it squeak on him.

One corridor is as unknown as the next, so he picks one and heads down it. It is twisty, tight and fairly dark, but he gets used to the lack of light. There is nowhere to hide, though, if someone comes along. He’d have to go for the sleep-walking excuse if discovered.

He loves it there: the female perfume in the air, the relative warmth compared to the colder boys’ end. He also has that pair of panties in his hand, which he smells again before tucking it into the waistband of his pyjama bottoms – he’ll keep them as a souvenir. Their scent is so intoxicating, so fresh and full of unrefined female scent: exquisite. When the time comes that he absolutely has to do something with his erect penis, he’ll at least have the scent of this girl to add sweetness to his orgasm.

The corridor has several doors coming off it as it winds round like a real labyrinth. He notices that some of the doors are slightly ajar, but he can’t see much inside. The corridor turns into another one, there are more doors, more corridors. It is a maze! How do the girls know where they are going? Maybe there was something in their constant claims that females were more intelligent. Maybe it would be easier when it was light.

For a moment, Joe worries that he is lost. But then he takes one corridor and then the next, and eventually finds himself back out in the main hallway. Now he explores one of the other corridors. A short way down it, past a few doors – one of which opened onto a bathroom, he noticed, and a lot nicer bathroom than any of the boys’ bathrooms, from what he recalls – is a small flight of stairs.

Up the stairs, another hallway – this one smaller – sees yet more doors and corridors coming off it, and in the middle, sitting at a desk with a small desk lamp is a matron.

Joe nearly jumps out of his skin. But he manages to control himself. The woman has her back towards him, so thankfully she cann’t have noticed him. She is sitting there so completely still, an aging woman in her blue matron’s uniform. What is she doing? Is she asleep? She isn’t snoring. Come to think of it, Joe can’t even hear her breathing, either.

What is he going to do now? It is probably best to creep away, to back off and go for the safe route. But what if the matron has… well… died or something? It would be quite a coincidence if she has, but his conscience would find it tough to ignore a woman who might have had a heart attack or something.