go down to the girls' dormitories

Joe wants to explore the rest of the school, but while things are so silent and his confidence quite high, he has this mischievous desire to see something he never ever saw during his original years in school: the girls’ dormitories.

Sure, it is a huge risk, but what would happen to him if he is caught? A quick caning or a detention session at most. Hardly a permanent blight on his professional career. And his curiosity is burning. He wants to see the rest of the school, but he has seen a lot of it before. He feels like exploring new places. Dangerous places. Exciting places.

And if he is truthful to himself, he does feel more than a little horny, too, which is always going to encourage him in that direction. Just the fact that he is young again seems to have stirred up the hormones. Maybe he had been this horny when he was a teenager, naturally. It is true he’s not used to being a teenager quite yet.

Anyway, he has made his decision, time to go for it, like Scott of the Antarctic, whether it was ultimately successful or not. So to the girls’ end of the school he goes.

He takes the back stairs towards the girls’ part of the school, because they are less likely to be used by patrolling members of staff, from he recalls. He keeps to the shadows, and keeps his ears pricked up on the constant alert for any sounds. Silently, stealthily, he weaves his way through corridors and up some more stairs, moving from polished wooden floorboards into the soft carpet of the girls’ wing.

Wow. He’s here. He’s actually in the girls’ end. Incredible – but strangely, there’s been no sign of any members of staff at all to prevent him getting there. Had this always been the case at the school? Why didn’t more boys try doing this? Thinking back to his time at school, he figured that the idea that the girls’ dormitories were out of bounds to the boys was so ingrained into their psyche that they never even thought about sneaking in there.

But apparently, security here is lax. And here he is.

The girls’ end is different to the boys’ end. It has carpets everywhere rather than cold, bare wood, the corridors are tight and twisty rather than large, long and straight, and there is a different smell. A sweet smell.

Slowly, he ventures down the corridor into a sizeable hallway. It seems to be the main hallway, with other smaller corridors leading out from it, and also a couple of doors.

In the centre, beside one wall, a number of baskets lie on the floor – laundry baskets full of the girls’ clothes waiting to be washed. Joe stops still, silent, listening. Nothing. No sounds at all. The world is entirely still.

Heart beating ferociously, he takes a few more steps forwards. He can’t believe he is here. Can’t believe he is in such a forbidden place.

It is very dark there – there is only one window on the hallway – but his eyes are adjusted for the light levels. Briefly, he looks down each of the three corridors, looking for signs of life, listening for sounds of danger. There is nothing. It seems to be safe.

He still can’t believe he’s there. He feels like a dirty old man – but he’s not old any more! Joe thinks for a moment that he has to be careful: if he lets his teenage hormones lead him, he could quickly get into trouble. But it’s hard not to. And he has to admit, it does feel good. He hasn’t felt such adrenaline for a long, long time.

Quietly, he stoops over one of the laundry baskets and picks up a pair of girls’ panties. Incredible. He puts them to his nose, breathing in the strong, fresh scent of a young girl’s juices. What a scent. So tangy and spicy, so arousing for a hormone-driven youth like him.

His cock was rock hard now. Damn it, he was going to have to do something about that soon. He was going to burst otherwise. But perhaps it was too dangerous here. Perhaps he should play safe, pull out and explore somewhere else in the school. Perhaps he could come back here another night: after all, he probably wouldn’t find out how to send a message to the future in just one day. He’d probably be staying here a few nights at the least.