back off, quietly, look around another part of the girls' end

It’s not worth the risk, Joe decides. Chances are, the matron’s fallen asleep at her post. At least he knows where she is, there’s unlikely to be any other staff members around this time of night to make sure the girls are all right all night.

He quietly sneaks back downstairs, not risking any further exploration on that floor. Joe works his way back to the main hallway and tries the third corridor.

It’s similar to the others, leading to further maze-like twists, turns, dead-ends and junctions with yet more corridors. There are doors, open and closed, bathrooms and darkened dormitories that he hasn’t yet got the stomach to look inside.

And then he stumbles across a bathroom with someone inside it.

He is just walking along, when he passes a bathroom with the light on. The door is open a crack, but he cannot hear anything going on in there. Is someone in there? Perhaps it is time to take a step forward in his risk-taking.

His heart beating like a mad man, he knocks on the door briefly. If it is a matron, he may well be in trouble. But maybe he can say that he’s not feeling well, and he couldn’t find the matron in the boys’ end. He’d get away with it, of course he would. Who’s not going to believe an ill boy?

There is no answer, however. So he quietly opens the door to poke his head round the corner. He’s not even expecting anyone to be in there really – someone’s obviously just left the light on in here.

But there is someone in there. Standing in front of the mirror – so that he can see her face, even though she has her back to him – is a girl he recognises. He can’t remember her name, but he’s definitely seen her before. He’s never seen her in so little, though. She’s dressed in a white cotton t-shirt that just about reaches down to cover her underwear. Her shapely legs and cute thighs are nicely on show.

“Hey!” he says in a loud whisper, feeling his cock throbbing at the sight of her.

She doesn’t reply. She’s completely still. It looks as though she’d checking herself out in the mirror – perhaps it’s the normal teenage paranoia about appearance, perhaps she’s just been for a midnight pee and is on her way back to bed. But she’s completely still. What the hell is that about?

“You all right?” he says, in a normal voice. Again, she doesn’t answer.

He looks up and down the corridor briefly, checking for dangers, and then slips inside the bathroom and closes the door. When he had first been this age, there was no way he’d have the balls to do this – showing himself dressed in only a pair of pyjama bottoms to one of the cutest girls in school – but in his present state of mind, he feels he has nothing to lose. He might as well show off his fantastic young body.

He also has the confidence and maturity to realise that actually, he is quite attractive. Looking the mirror now, he approves of his younger self. Now if only he’d realised it the first time around – maybe his earlier years would have been more pleasant.

“What are you doing?” he asks the girl. She is still not moving.

For a moment, he wonders if she is ill. Is there something wrong with her? Is she playing some sort of game with him?

“It’s not funny, you know,” Joe says, leaning against the sink, right next to her so he can almost touch her elfin figure.

She still doesn’t move. Joe steps between her and the sink, so that his body is very close to hers. Her eyes stare glassily onwards, without even blinking. It’s a little spooky, to be honest.

She’s intensely beautiful: her pretty face with its button nose, soft blue eyes, kissable red lips and well groomed frame of golden hair; the gentle rise of her smallish breasts under the thin cotton t-shirt; the slim stomach and toned legs. Mmm…

He reaches his arms over her shoulders.

“If you’re going to be like this…” Joe says to her softly, looking at the label inside her night shirt, to find out that her name was Vanessa Willet – of course! Vanessa! “…Vanessa, I could probably do whatever I wanted to you. Then you might wake up, huh?”

She doesn’t respond.