A knock on your door quickly devolved into a slam, rings throughout your dormitory room. Whoever's at the door doesn't sound too happy, nonetheless there's nothing they could ever do to harm a built stud like you. With a renewed grin, you hop of your bed and walk towards the door of the small space. Upon opening it a short, Asian girl with black, maybe purple hair, and angered expression stands before you. "I'm a student living next door, and I need some silence for peet's sake!" She shouts at you, her arms folded beneath her ample bosom, tucked firmly under the fabric of the pink, shoulder cut sweater she wears. "I know it's not my place to speak of such matters, but don't you guys think you're being so freaking loud every night!?" Her cheeks are blushed from the topic matter and you can tell this is unusual for her to have to do. Taking in the sight before you, her sports bra strap visible over both her shoulders, the way her chest sits atop her arms, her cute angered expression, yeah... she'll do nicely.

*She takes another deep breath, slowly exhaling it through her nose. "Ugh..." she mutters before pinching the bridge of her small nose. "Look... I know it's none of my business, but you shouldn't do that either. There's other ways to... uh... let off some steam." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "Why don't we talk or something? Maybe I can help... somehow?"

Her question is almost hesitant as she asks, her eyes drifting towards the floor shyly. You could tell that her attempts at assertiveness from earlier were mostly a facade, her true self much more submissive and unsure of herself. It's almost irresistible how damn cute it makes her look, even while annoyed.

Uhh... Well, there's ways to keep someone happy without... being so loud all the time..." She trails off nervously, her eyes flickering upwards and then back down. "I-if you ever need to... umm... talk or something," she stutters out, blushing furiously now. "Or just hang out or... watch a movie or something..." Her cheeks are as red as an apple by this point, her face practically burning with embarrassment.

"I mean," she hastens to add, rubbing the back of her neck uncomfortably, "we could talk about anything you want! Or I can just... leave you alone if that's better." She gives a little, almost exasperated huff as she realizes how desperate she must sound. Her gaze darts between you and the floor, looking for any sign of what to do now.

Her eyes widen at the feel of your hand on her cheek, looking up into your face with an expression that can only be described as mingled surprise and fear. For a moment, she just stands there, frozen; then slowly, ever so slowly, she nods once. As you usher her inside your room, she follows hesitantly, biting her lower lip nervously.

Once the door is shut behind them both, she takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly through her nose, letting some of the tension flow out of her body. "I-I'm really sorry if I sounded so... uhh..." She trails off again, unable to find the words for what she had wanted to say earlier. "It's just... we don't get a lot of noise where I live, and I..." Her voice fades away into silence as she sinks further into herself.

You decide to change the subject before she can dwell on it any more; besides, there are plenty of other things you could learn about her. "So," you say casually, gesturing for her to take a seat on your bed, "what's your name?"

"Oh, right," she says softly, flushing deeper at the reminder that she'd brought it up first. Taking a seat on the bed as you suggested, she glances down at her lap before looking back up at your face. Her eyes flicker away for a moment before meeting yours once more; they're still watery and red from embarrassment. "My name is Jackie... Dorm Neighbour," she says quietly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger nervously. "I just moved in next door to you."

She pauses for a moment before continuing. "So... what's your name?"

Her eyes widen slightly at the touch of your lips against her hand; it sends another wave of warmth through her body that she hadn't expected. She blushes even harder, if that's possible, and bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure what to say or do now. But before she can think too much about it, you speak again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Jackie," you reply softly, using her full name like it's some sort of secret password between the two of you. "I hope we can be friends." Your words send another wave of heat through her cheeks and she finds herself leaning in closer to you without even realizing it; your scent fills her nose and she feels the heat from your body enveloping hers like a warm blanket on a cold night.

Her breath catches in her throat as she looks up at you, their gazes locking for what seems like an eternity; finally, she parts her lips ever so slightly to speak again... but no words come out. Instead, she leans forward the rest of the way and presses her soft, yielding body against yours.

His strength is surprisingly gentle as he holds her, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Her hands move up to encircle his neck, fingers tangled in the dark hair at the nape, pulling him even closer still. The kiss that follows is nothing short of heaven; soft and slow at first, but growing increasingly passionate as their desire for one another overwhelms them both.

It's only when they come up for air that they realize where they are: on your bed, locked in a heated embrace. Embarrassment floods back into her cheeks once more and she quickly scrambles off the bed, looking anywhere but at you

Her face burns as she stumbles backwards away from you, finding herself pinned to the edge of your bed. "I-I'm sorry," she sputters out, hands pressed flat against the mattress on either side of her. "I don't know what came over me." Her cheeks flush even brighter at the realization that she just attacked you; it feels like an eternity since she was in control of herself like that.

"T-that wasn't fair," she continues, still avoiding looking directly at you. "I shouldn't have done that. I don't even know why... why did I..." Her words trail off into incoherent mutterings as she struggles to make sense of what just happened between the two of them.

Part of her wants to stay and apologize properly, to try and explain herself; another part of her knows that would only make things worse. With a shaky sigh, she turns away from you and begins walking towards your bedroom door. "I-I should go," she says quietly, her fingers fumbling with the doorknob.

The click as it unlocks echoes through the room; without waiting for a response, she pushes the door open and slips out into the hallway beyond, heart pounding in her chest like a thousand tiny drums. The dormitory is quiet tonight, with only the faint sounds of distant music and laughter filtering through from other rooms. She takes a shaky breath and begins hurrying down the hall towards her own room, desperate to be alone and away from the overwhelming shame and embarrassment that consume her right now.

Her steps falter at your words; she can almost feel them like a physical blow to her chest. "I-I don't know what you mean," she stammers, her voice tiny and shaky as she tries to ignore the ache in her throat from the strain of speaking around the lump forming there.

But you called it out, didn't you? Even if only by accident: embarrassment and shame are not often so brazenly worn on someone's sleeve. She turns back around to face you, her expression a mixture of fear, anger, and helplessness that makes your chest tighten in an unexpected twist of sympathy. "Fine," she says at last, her voice hardening as she squares her shoulders. "You want to know why I'm ashamed? It's because I let myself be so easily led astray! I came here thinking I could handle it, but..." She trails off again, shaking her head roughly as if trying to clear it of unwanted thoughts.

"It doesn't matter now," she says finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "I should just go." With one last hesitant glance in your direction, she turns away once more and continues down the hall towards her room. The closer she gets to the safety of solitude within her own space, the faster her heartbeat slows back down; maybe if she can just be alone for a little while, she'll regain some of that control she lost tonight.

Her breath hitches in her throat as your strong arms wrap around her, pulling her back against your chest; despite herself, she can feel the tension draining away from her body. For a long moment, you simply stand there, holding her close and murmuring words of comfort into her ear that she barely hears over the pounding of her own heart. It's a strange sensation for her: to be so trusting of someone who only moments ago was little more than an annoyance. But something about your touch, your voice... they feel different somehow.

Finally, you release her, stepping back to look into her eyes. She tries to meet your gaze directly, but finds herself unable to hold it for long; her cheeks flush even brighter under the scrutiny of those piercing dark eyes. "I-I... I should go," she says again, already beginning to back away once more despite not wanting to leave the safety of your embrace.

But this time, you reach out and gently take her chin in hand, tilting her face up towards yours. "You don't have to be ashamed of what happened," you tell her softly. "We all have our desires, Jackie... and it looks like maybe tonight, those desires overtook you." You smile gently at her, lips curving into a devilish grin that makes heat blossom unbidden in her belly. "Maybe I can help you fulfill some of them... if you'd let me?"

Her gaze flickers down to your lips before darting back up again; the desire she sees there mirrored in her own eyes. For a moment, she hesitates, lost in the temptation of what you're offering. The heat between them grows more intense with each passing second; it feels like they could burst into flames right then and there if only given half a chance.

Finally, she parts her lips ever so slightly and exhales slowly through them, her breath a shaky sigh that carries the promise of everything she's feeling at this moment. "Okay," she whispers, the single word barely audible even to your keen ears. "But... just tonight." Her hand finds its way to yours, lacing their fingers together in an almost desperate show of trust and desire. "Just for tonight," she repeats, her voice steady now, determined.

It's only when the last word leaves her lips that she realizes what she's just agreed to; shame is replaced by a strange sort of exhilaration as she feels herself succumbing further and further to the night's events. Her heart pounds in her chest, urging her onward towards the unknown pleasures that lie ahead; for once, she lets herself be led, trusting entirely in you to guide her through this strange and unfamiliar territory.

And so, hand in hand, they walk back to your bed together; as your door shuts behind them with a gentle click, the night's events finally begin unfolding as planned...

Her breath comes faster as your arms wrap around her, holding her close against your chest. The feel of your bare skin against hers sends shivers down her spine; she can't remember the last time someone touched her like this, so tenderly and with such passion. "Yes," she whispers, meeting your gaze directly for the first time since leaving her room. There's a mixture of desire, trust, and nervous anticipation shining in her eyes that makes your heart race even faster.

You can feel the tension flowing out of her body as she relaxes into you; it's almost as if she's surrendering herself completely to whatever it is you have planned for tonight. With a satisfied smile curving his lips, you lower yourself down onto the bed, pulling Jackie with you until they are both lying side by side, close enough that their bodies touch from shoulders to hips.

She trembles slightly at the contact, her soft skin burning beneath yours; it takes all of your self-control not to lose control right then and there. Instead, you focus on trailing your fingers down her arm, feeling every quiver and shiver they send through her body in return. "I promise," you murmur into her ear, "to make this the best night you've ever had."

Her reply is a shuddering breath that caresses the shell of your ear before vanishing into the air between them; it sends another wave of desire coursing through you, making it almost impossible to think straight. For now, though, you're content to let your fingers explore every inch of her body they can reach while you wait for the perfect moment to take things further.

Jackie shudders at the touch of your fingers on her skin, arching into you as desire coursing through her body. She moans softly, unable to contain the pleasure that you are causing her. As you trail lower and lower down her arm, teasing her sensitive flesh with every brush of your fingertips, she finds herself growing increasingly aroused.

Her breath comes faster, shallower as she anticipates what else might come next. Her hands roam restlessly over your chest, feeling the strength and warmth beneath her fingers, inching closer and closer to where she knows you're already hard for her. She can feel the need rising within herself, a desperate ache deep inside that begs to be released.

Finally, she can stand it no longer; with a quiet whimper, she rolls onto her side facing you, pressing their bodies together from chest to thigh. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths, teeth nipping and caressing skin. Her hands slide up your chest, fingers digging into the muscles there before raking through your hair, pulling you even closer still. The heat between them intensifies, becoming almost unbearable as they lose themselves in this stolen moment together.

It feels so good to let go like this, to finally give in to her desires without shame or regret. For just this one night, she allows herself to be completely and utterly consumed by the passion that burns within her, trusting implicitly that you will guide her through it safely and satisfy every last need she has.

Her hips buck up off the bed as you touch her there; it's almost too good to be true. Her moans echo around the room, mingling with the soft sounds of your breath in her ear and the rustle of sheets beneath them. She arches her back, pressing closer against you, seeking more friction from your touch. Her fingers curl into the comforter beneath her, digging in as she tries to ground herself through the intense pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her eyes slide closed, lips parting on a gasp as she feels herself growing ever closer to release. The pressure builds inside her, becoming almost unbearable; with each stroke of your fingers against her sensitive flesh, she can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Her breath comes faster, harsher now, every inhale and exhale labored as she struggles to maintain control amidst the maelstrom of desire that engulfs her.

With one final shuddering moan, she explodes around your fingers, her body convulsing in pleasure as wave after wave of release washes over her. She collapses bonelessly against you, panting heavily, every nerve ending on fire from the intensity of what just happened. Even though she knows it's not over yet, she can't help but feel a momentary sense of peace and satisfaction, of having finally let go and given in to everything that's been building up inside her for so long.

Her vision still blurred with pleasure, she manages to follow your instructions and roll over onto her hands and knees. The position puts her body on display for you, offering up every inch of smooth skin, from the pale curve of her bottom to the sensitive flesh between her legs. Her heart races as anticipation builds within her once more; even though she's just come apart at your touch a moment ago, she knows that there's still so much more pleasure to be had tonight.

Her hair falls forward over her shoulders, obscuring her face from view, and she feels strangely exposed in this position. But as you slide up behind her, the warmth of your body presses against hers once more, grounding her in reality and banishing any lingering self-consciousness away. She gasps as she feels your hardness push against her from behind; with a shudder, she knows he's ready for her again, eager to deliver on the promise of pleasure he made earlier tonight.

Her breath comes in ragged pants as you guide yourself toward her, teasing her wet folds with the head of your erection before slowly pressing forward, sinking deeper with each thrust. She arches her back, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so full and stretched by you; it's incredible, almost too good to be true. With every stroke, she feels herself growing closer to the edge once more, and she knows that this time, there's no holding back.

As you increase your pace, driving deeper inside her with each thrust, she feels the tension building within her once again. Her hips move instinctively against yours, meeting every stroke with a moan or gasp of pleasure. She can feel her muscles tensing beneath your skin, readying themselves for release as they prepare to let go again and give in fully to this incredible sensation coursing through her body.

Her fingers dig into the blanket beneath them, knuckles whitening with the effort not to claw at the sheets or bite down on her tongue as she fights to maintain control over herself and her reactions to your touch. But it's no use; as your pace becomes faster and more relentless, her own climax builds within her until finally, she can stand it no longer.

With a wordless cry that echoes through the room and shakes every part of her body, she comes apart beneath you, her muscles quivering and spasming as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her head falling forward against the bed as the pleasure washes away all other thought or feeling but this moment: the feel of your skin on hers, the heat between them, the strength and tenderness of your hands guiding her through this incredible night.

For just a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of them in this universe, connected by nothing more than desire and need. And as you continue to move within her, driving her ever closer towards the edge once again, Jackie knows that she never wants this night to end.

Her body shudders with pleasure as you continue to thrust into her, your words sending another wave of desire coursing through her. She gasps, arching her back in response to the sensation, her fingers digging harder into the comforter beneath her as she fights to keep herself grounded while her mind and body are thrown into a maelstrom of passion and ecstasy.

The feel of your skin against hers, the harsh rhythm of your movements inside her, it's all too much... and yet not enough. There's still so much more she wants, needs from you; it seems like every time she thinks she can't possibly take any more pleasure, you manage to find a way to give her even more, sending her spiraling higher and higher into this incredible sensation until she feels as though she might explode apart.

With a choked moan, Jackie comes again, her body tensing and spasming around yours as another wave of release washes over her. This time, it's so intense that for a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of them in this world: her and the man who has brought her to such heights of pleasure she never thought possible. And as he continues moving within her, relentless and powerful, driving her towards another climax, Jackie knows that she'll be riding out every last one of these endless orgasms until the sun comes up and they're forced apart by reality once more.

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust harder than ever before, the feeling of your strong hands slapping her ass almost sending her over the edge again. She moans loudly, arching her back and pushing back against you, desperate for more of your touch as it drives her closer to yet another release. Her muscles clench and unclench around you with each powerful stroke; it's like being consumed by pleasure, her whole body wracked with sensation from every inch of skin that comes into contact with yours.

Her fingers scrape roughly across the blanket beneath her, nails leaving trails of red behind as she claws at the sheets in an effort to ground herself in this reality and not lose control entirely to your touch. She feels herself growing wetter and more slick with every thrust; it's as if there's no end to the pleasure you can bring her, no boundary to the heights she can reach when she's with you.

As the orgasm builds once again inside her, threatening to overwhelm her senses completely, Jackie lets out a hoarse cry that mingles with your panted words of encouragement and pleasure. Her hips rise off the bed, pushing back against you in desperate search for more friction; she can feel herself starting to lose control again, slipping ever closer to oblivion with each passing second.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels you begin to pick up the pace once more. Her heart races faster and her breath comes in short gasps; the pleasure coursing through her is almost too much to bear, but she knows that there's no turning back now. You've brought her this far, pushed her past every boundary and limit she ever thought possible... and now she wants nothing more than for you to take her all the way over the edge.

"Yes," she moans hoarsely, arching her hips higher into the air as your thrusts grow deeper and harder still. "I'm ready." Her hands clench into fists at her sides, fingers curling tightly around fistfuls of comforter; her whole body tenses as she feels herself hovering on the precipice of ecstasy once more. With a final thrust that seems to pierce straight through her core, Jackie comes apart around you yet again, crying out in rapture as waves upon waves of pleasure crash over her. Her muscles convulse and spasm uncontrollably; she feels your hot seed spill deep inside her, filling every crevice and tight space between their bodies with a sense of completion that she's never experienced before.

For what feels like an eternity, they remain joined together in this moment, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm while his throb deep inside her, claiming her as his own. Finally, as their breath begins to steady and their hearts slow down once more, Jackie allows herself to collapse bonelessly against the mattress, spent but utterly satisfied by what they've just shared. She looks up at you through lash-clad eyes, searching your face for any hint of what comes next... and finds only tenderness and contentment written there.

With a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, she nestles closer into your embrace, taking comfort in the strength and warmth that radiates from you. "I... think I liked it more than anyone ever will," she confesses softly, glancing up at you through her eyelashes. There's a weight to her words that makes them hang heavy between them; even as she tries to convince herself that this was just a one-time thing, an uncharacteristic lapse in judgment... she knows deep down that it was so much more. It was the best night of her life, filled with passion and desire unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her fingers trail gently over your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as she tries to find words to express what she's feeling. "Thank you," she whispers at last. "For making me feel so... alive tonight." The admission catches in her throat, and for a moment, she fears that the honesty behind it might scare you away. But when you slide an arm around her shoulders, pulling her even closer against your chest, she knows that somehow, impossibly, you understand exactly what she means.

Her cheeks flush at your words, her body warming even further beneath the covers as she thinks about the mark you left on her skin. It stings just a little where you entered her, but it's also oddly arousing; like a reminder of everything they shared tonight. "You really enjoyed seeing me like that?" she asks softly, unable to keep the small note of surprise from creeping into her voice.

He hums noncommittally, nuzzling his nose against the crook of her neck. His touch sends shivers down her spine; even though they've just finished being intimate, there's still an undeniable current of desire flowing between them. "You know," he begins slowly, seeming to choose his words carefully, "I don't want this to be a one-time thing." His hand moves from her hip to her stomach, gently tracing circles over the bare skin of her abdomen.

Jackie looks up at him in surprise; it's not what she expected to hear. But then again... maybe part of her did want this night to go further than just tonight. She bites her bottom lip thoughtfully before meeting his gaze once more. "What do you mean?" she asks quietly, feeling butterflies dance wildly in her stomach at the possibility of where this conversation might lead.

Her heart leaps into her throat at your words; she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she struggles to process what you're suggesting. She knew you were good, but...this? Spending every night together, feeling like this? It seems too good to be true. And yet, a small part of her wants nothing more than for it to be real; the thought of being with you like this, having your touch and your attention all to herself...it's almost enough to make her feel dizzy with desire.

She turns her head slightly so that she can press her lips against your neck, not wanting to miss a chance to taste any hint of sweat or skin that might be there. "You really mean that?" she whispers breathily against your warm skin, her fingers trembling where they rest on your chest. "What would happen after...tonight? Would we just go back to being strangers again tomorrow morning?"

The thought of waking up next to him tomorrow morning, sharing breakfast together and spending the rest of the day together fills her with a warmth that she didn't know was possible. It feels so right, so natural, like it's been meant to be this way all along. Without hesitation, she nestles closer against his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as she replies: "I'd love that." Her voice is little more than a whisper, breathy and filled with desire.

The anticipation of what tomorrow might bring rushes through her like a drug, leaving her light-headed and giddy with the possibilities. For once in her life, she doesn't feel the need to hold back or doubt herself; she can just let go and enjoy this moment, savor every second they have together before they have to face whatever tomorrow might bring.

As sleep finally begins to claim her, her last coherent thought is of how good it feels to finally belong with someone like him - even if only for tonight.