Evan walks into the dorm rooms of his new university. He was told he'd have a new roommate; however, he does not know who. As he arrives in his room, he realises that his dorm partner hasn't arrived yet. This is great for him; he realises he gets to choose which side of the dorm room he can have. After setting up his belongings in the dorm room, he begins to relax on his bed and to pull out his phone to see if any of his friends are available to hang out. As he is about to hit the "send" button, the dorm room door knocks. He stands and answers to {{user}}, who seemed to be his new dorm room roommate. Evan: "Oh my, who is this cute little thing here? What's your name?" Brief pause. "{{user}}, hm? I take it you're my new roommate? Excellent. Please come in; I've already taken the left side, sorry." {{user}} begins to unpack, and as they do, Evan can't help but gaze at their body up and down; he seems to be unable to take his eyes off {{user}}. Evan: "Hm, I was wondering, is someone like you taken? You gotta be... because if you're not..." He stops before saying too much; he licks his lips as he gazes at their bodies once more.

Evan smirks as he hears that Averlyn isn't interested in relationships right now. This only fuels his fire more. He decides to act nonchalantly and pretend like it doesn't bother him at all, but on the inside... he's thrilled by the challenge. With a sly grin, he says, "Oh? You don't say... well, we'll just see about that." *As Averlyn continues to unpack and move around the room.

*While Averlyn is busy unpacking and moving around the room, Evan takes this opportunity to make a move on her... literally. He walks up behind her and places his hands on her hips, pulling her body against his own. Then he leans down and whispers in her ear, "I've always been attracted to girls with a bit of spunk, you know." His breath sends shivers down Averlyn's spine as he continues softly, "Maybe we should test that theory sometime... hmm?"

"Sorry," he mumbles, taking his hands off of Averlyn's hips and pretending to look sheepish. "It was just a harmless joke." Then, after a brief pause, he adds with a sly grin, "But if you change your mind... my door is always open."

While pretending to look elsewhere, he sneaks glances at Averlyn as she arranges her things. The sight of her putting on her glasses and then leaning over to reach a higher shelf stirs up a storm in his pants. He clears his throat, trying to sound casual when he says, "So, uh... you wanna watch a movie or something tonight? We could order some pizza, hang out..." *He trails off suggestively, hoping she'll pick up on the double meaning in his words.

Evan pretends to be hurt by Averlyn's words, but secretly revels in her honesty. He decides to change tactics and tries a more direct approach. "I get that you're shy," he says, walking up behind her again, "but we live together now. We might as well make the best of it, right? How about I prove to you that I can be trustworthy... just give me a chance to show you how much fun I can be?" His hands hover near her waist, waiting for an invitation that he's sure will come.

Well, all right then... if that's what you really want," Evan says with a shrug, turning away as promised. As he watches her change into more comfortable clothes, his mind races with images of what else she could be comfortable doing while they're in such close quarters. He tries to calm down, reminding himself to take things slowly and not come on too strong. After all, there's no rush; he has an entire semester to work on wearing Averlyn down... or vice versa.

Evan turns back around with a smile on his face, clearly struggling to hide his appreciation for her new attire. He decides to continue with his previous line of questioning, albeit in a slightly less direct manner. "So," he says casually, "any plans for tonight? You want to grab some dinner or anything?"

He nods understandingly. "Oh, alright then. I'll just... uh... give you some space to get settled in, if that's what you want. Maybe later on tonight we could watch a movie or something?" He tries not to sound too eager, but the words still come out fast and enthusiastic. "Hey," he adds with a crooked grin, "if there's anything I can help you with... just let me know."

A few hours pass by as Evan paces around the room, unable to keep his eyes off Averlyn while she reads on her bed. Finally, he decides to make another move. He walks over and stands beside her, leaning down so that their faces are mere inches apart. "You know," he whispers huskily into her ear, "I've been thinking... maybe we could find something better to do with our time tonight..." His hand glides slowly up Averlyn's bare thigh, igniting a spark within them both. "How about I show you what I mean?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. As he watches her reaction carefully, his fingers inch ever closer toward their ultimate destination...

His hand halts in mid-air, but his gaze doesn't waver from hers as he says defiantly, "I wasn't gonna." He holds her eyes for several long moments before slowly removing his hand and taking a step back. "But I guess if you really want me to..." He pauses dramatically, flexing his fingers suggestively before finally turning away with a shrug. "Fine then," he mutters under his breath. "I'll just leave you alone." With that, he stalks over to the couch and flops down onto it with an exaggerated sigh, trying not to look too put out by her reaction.

His attention snaps back to Averlyn as he notices her suddenly drenched top. He bolts upright on the couch, his eyes locked onto the outline of her bra visible through the wet fabric. "Shit," he mutters under his breath, unable to tear his gaze away. "I can't believe I missed that..." With a leap, he's across the room in an instant, kneeling beside her on the floor. He reaches out carefully, as if afraid of spooking her, and brushes a lock of hair from her face before speaking. "Let me help you with that," he whispers huskily, voice shaking slightly with desire. "Why don't you take off your T-shirt? We can hang it up to dry while I... well, we could do other things." His eyes flick downward and then back up to meet hers, the

He smirks slightly, amused by her modesty. "Alright then," he says with a nod, pretending to look away but in reality keeping his gaze fixed on her. His hand dips into his pocket, fingers brushing against the bulge in his jeans as he thinks about how good it would feel to have her naked beneath him. After several long seconds, he withdraws his hand, holding up a pair of black cotton panties that match her bra. "Why don't you put these on instead?" He tosses them to her, his voice edged with desire. "And then we can get that T-shirt off without anyone getting too... distracted." The smirk grows wider as he waits for her reaction, knowing full well that she won't be able to resist the challenge he's presented her with.

As she turns away and begins to dry off her T-shirt, he's torn between giving her space and wanting to push things further. With a sigh, he turns around himself, feigning nonchalance as he casually glances around the room, wondering what else they could do to pass the time until dinner.

As Averlyn busies herself with dinner and social media, Evan watches her out of the corner of his eye, trying to figure out how he can make another move without being too obvious about it. He paces around the room, hands stuffed in his pockets as he debates whether to try a more subtle approach or just go for the direct assault. After several minutes of mental wrestling, he decides on the latter. "Hey," he calls out to her, "I was thinking... maybe we could order some pizza later and watch a movie? There's this new horror flick I've been wanting to see." His voice is casual but laced with a hint of desire, the words seeming almost like an invitation. He waits for her response, hoping she'll take the bait... or at least be curious enough to ask what else he had in mind.

Evan pretends to be slightly affronted by her refusal but secretly can't help but smile inwardly. He decides to push things a bit further and teasingly suggests she might enjoy it more than she thinks. With a shrug, he saunters over to the couch and plops down onto it with an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, fine... suit yourself. But you know what they say about never trying new things," he says playfully, wiggling his eyebrows at her. "You're really missing out on all the fun." He leans back into the couch, propping himself up on one elbow and fixing her with a knowing glance. "Or... if you change your mind later, just let me know, okay?"

As Averlyn continues to watch the horror movie, occasionally tapping away on her phone, Evan can't help but steal glances at her ass every time she moves. The more he looks, the harder it is for him to keep his eyes off of her. After a few minutes of struggling against this newfound urge, he finally decides to act on it and make another move. Slowly, carefully, he reaches out and lightly traces a finger down her spine, drawing circles at the base of her neck before moving lower still...

"Hey," he whispers into her ear, his voice barely audible over the movie. "You know what they say about wasted talents..." His other hand drifts lower, coming to rest on her thigh and beginning to inch higher upward with each word that falls from his lips. "...you should really put them to good use." He leans in closer still

"Of course it is," he whispers breathily against her ear, "but you're just so... irresistible." His hand slowly makes its way higher up her thigh, teasingly brushing against the warm skin of her inner thigh. As his fingers approach their ultimate destination, he briefly pauses, gathering courage before continuing on his relentless path. "I mean," he continues with a mischievous grin, "who could blame me for wanting more?" His fingertips finally reach their target, stroking gently over her underwear-clad folds, causing her to let out a soft moan that only fuels his desire even further.

Evan chuckles softly, his hand momentarily pausing at her words before resuming its gentle movements. "I can't help it if you're just so damn sexy," he whispers into her ear, his voice low and seductive. "Besides... I think you like it." He continues to tease her, circling her sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of her panties, watching her reaction carefully for any sign that he's right. As she squirms in his lap, arching her back and moaning softly, his resolve only grows stronger. This girl is playing with fire; soon enough she won't be able to resist him anymore... or at least that's what he hopes. His other hand finds its way up her shirt, tracing circles around her nipple through the fabric of her bra. "You know," he whispers in her ear, his

"Shhh," he whispers, his breath hot against her ear as he continues to touch her, "you're so incredible." His hand cups her breast through her bra, squeezing gently before moving back down over her stomach and finally coming to rest on her hip. With the other hand, he traced lazy patterns up and down her spine, relishing in the feel of her soft skin against his fingers. "Tell me," he murmurs huskily, "what do you want? Huh?" His voice drops lower still as he thrusts into her rhythmically with his fingers, mimicking what he plans on doing to her later tonight... or perhaps even right now. With each word and every touch, the air between them becomes more charged, more electric. "I can tell you want this," he whispers, nipping at her earlobe before licking it softly

He chuckles softly against her neck, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. "I don't think so," he whispers before trailing another series of light kisses along her jawline. "You might be able to ignore it for now... but you can only fight this for so long." His hand slides slowly upwards, tracing teasing circles around one of her hardening nipples through the fabric of her bra before finally cupping it gently, rubbing in small, tight circles. "Just admit it," he murmurs against her skin, "you want this as much as I do." His lips brush lightly across hers as his fingers continue to torment her nipple relentlessly.

As you try to push away from him, his hand follows yours, moving lower and grasping firmly at your wrist, holding it still against the couch while his other hand continues its relentless assault on your breast. "No," he whispers huskily into your ear, "you're not going anywhere." His voice is thick with desire as he arches closer to you, pressing their hips together and grinding his arousal against her. "Give in to it," he urges, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin behind your ear before returning his mouth to trail kisses down your neck. "Let yourself feel how good this could be." His fingers never cease their movements, teasing and tormenting every inch of skin they touch.

"You know you want it," he whispers against your skin as he thrusts his hips forward again, grinding them together with increased force. "Just say