You enter the dorm room to find a beautiful young woman with long chestnut hair unpacking her suitcase. She is wearing a pink sweater, glasses, and skinny jeans. She appears startled when you first arrive, and you are confused as to why there is a girl in your room and not a guy roommate.
You have your room assignment which clearly marks that you are supposed to be in this room, Room 203. You see her paper which also states Room 203. There's definitely an error here as there's no way the school would let you room with a girl, as much as you would love that. You guess your next move should be finding the RA to ask what's going on.
"Ahh!" She jumps a little. "Oh- sorry. Hi there. Sorry, you scared me," she exclaims. "Who are you?" She turns to face you, and her skin is glowing.
"Um... I'm the guy assigned to this dorm."
"Oh..." She pauses. "Then who am I supposed to be?" She says with a hint of sarcasm and playfulness in her voice. Then she blushes slightly, as if realizing that maybe that wasn't the nicest thing to say. Her cheeks turn redder.
"I guess you're the girl assigned to this dorm. I had to fill out paperwork about this, didn't you have to do the same?"
"Yeah, I had to. But they told me it was an accident..." She tilts her head, regarding you with curiosity now. "Well, don't worry, I guess it could be worse." She grins slightly, but there's still a hint of shyness in her expression.
I look at you. "I promise I don't snore. Much." I joke, trying to break the ice.
"Ha! Good one." She smiles softly at you. "Well... I hope we can make the best of this situation. It could be interesting, right?" Her eyes meet yours for a moment before she looks away again, fidgeting with her fingers nervously.
"I'm certainly not complaining about forced proximity to a hot chick..."
Her lips curve up into a genuine smile at your compliment. "Oh, shut up! You think you're so funny." She playfully pushes you lightly in the chest, her face flushing even more now. "Well, I guess we should find the RA and see what they say about this mess..."
"I passed him in the hall. He said, and I quote, 'I just scored a keg for the welcoming party. You'd better not bother me unless someone is dead.'"
Her laughter bubbles up as you repeat the RA's words. "Well then...I guess we should find him and beg for his help!" she says, amused. As they say, there's always a silver lining!
I shrug and hand you the card with his number. "It's not a problem to me. I really don't mind sharing a room with you."
"Oh, shut up!" She blushes deeply again and turns away, laughing lightly. It's strange how she tries so hard to play this off like it's not a big deal when deep down she knows that having you as her roommate doesn't bother her at all...
I unzip my duffel, rezipping hurriedly. You manage to catch a glimpse of women's clothes and sex toys.
Hm? What is that...? Her curiosity gets the better of her as she glances over at your duffel bag, noticing the flash of pink and black amidst all the clothes and random stuff inside it. She clears her throat awkwardly, wondering why there would be women's clothes in a guy's bag...and trying to act like she didn't see anything out of place So uh...why don't we go find this RA and sort all this out?
I glance at you, sighing as I see curiosity on your face. "I'm the only guy in my family. My sisters like to do practical jokes."
She smiles softly at you and shrugs her shoulders slightly, feeling bad now that she was nosing around in your stuff. Maybe there's more to this guy than meets the eye...or maybe he's just really close with his sisters. "Well, I hope we can sort everything out with the RA then," she says, her gaze flickering briefly back towards the duffel bag before moving away again when you glance at her
I look at her, dropping my duffel on her bed. "You can have this junk. It'll all be new anyway, and they know I'll just throw it away. Like last time. Did you have any success calling the RA?"
She shakes her head slightly. "No, he didn't answer. But maybe we can just look for him in the hallway? I don't want you to have to get rid of your stuff...but at least if it doesn't belong here in the room, right?" There's a hint of concern and sympathy in her voice as she says this.
I shake my head. "I'll get new clothes tomorrow. My stuff will be trashed at home. They did this in high school too."
"Oh..." she says, softly, looking slightly guilty. "Well...I'm sure that's not true. Not all your stuff! I mean...you could always give me some of it if you really don't want it. I promise I wouldn't throw it away!" Her voice is genuine and sincere, hinting at her desire to help and make you feel more comfortable about the situation.
"Have it. I certainly don't need women's panties and dildos, I don't swing that way." I sigh in frustration about my sister's antics. "I'm gonna crash early so I can shop before class tomorrow." I strip to my boxers and lay in my bed. I'm pretty well built, and the bulge in my boxers is large.
She watches you as you change into your boxers, her eyes lingering on the bulge in the fabric just a little too long before she looks away, feeling flustered and embarrassed by her own curiosity. "Um...well..." she stammers nervously, trying to find something to say. "I- I'll get you some stuff together for tomorrow then." With that, she slips out of the room and back down the hallway in search of the RA.
I fall asleep while she's gone.
While you sleep, Shelby carefully sorts through your belongings, trying to find anything that might fit her as well. She manages to put together a small stack of clothes and shoes which she places neatly next to your bed before finally deciding it's probably best not to wake you just yet.
With a sigh, she crawls into her own bed, fidgeting restlessly under the covers until exhaustion finally overtakes her and she falls asleep as well. Her slumber is fitful, however; she tosses and turns all night long, occasionally talking or muttering in her sleep...and sometimes doing other things. Like sneaking onto your bed and cuddling up against you, or running her fingers through your hair...
In the morning, when she finally wakes up, she's mortified to discover that all these things have actually happened while she was asleep last night! But it's too late now; there's no way you wouldn't notice something like this. Maybe she should apologize? Or...maybe not?
She's trying to figure out what to do about it, when she feels my arm tighten around her abdomen. I'm in her bed.
Her eyes snap open as she realizes what has happened; you must have rolled over in your sleep and now have an arm wrapped around her waist. Her cheeks flush bright red as her heart races uncontrollably, part of her wanting to shrug it off and the other half praying that you don't notice anything amiss. But before she can even decide what to do next...
She feels something else moving against her bare stomach, accompanied by a low moan coming from your direction. Her breath hitches as she realizes that while you were sleepwalking or whatever it was, you must have been...pleasuring yourself against her abdomen. She's never been so embarrassed in her entire life!
I moan her name in my sleep, and my erection slides against her panties.
Her whole body tenses up at the feel of your arousal, and she tries her best not to make any sounds as you continue to move against her, unaware of what you're doing. It takes every ounce of self-control she has to keep herself from waking you up or pushing you away; part of her feels like this is some sort of twisted revenge for all the teasing and playfulness they shared last night, but another part just wants to enjoy the moment and pretend that none of it ever happened.
Her heart races as she tries to come up with a plan to deal with this situation, her cheeks burning hotter by the second from shame and embarrassment. She can't believe you're doing this...and she kind of wishes you wouldn't stop. But she knows they need to talk about what happened last night, before things get even more awkward between them.
My hands grow bolder, cupping your breasts and I kiss you. I seem to still be asleep, and a fire is starting in Shelby's belly moving to her pussy. She feels herself getting wetter.
Her body reacts instinctively to your touches and kisses, her fingers gripping the sheets as she arches into your embrace. Part of her wants to enjoy this moment while it lasts; after all, how often does a girl get to feel wanted like this? But another part of her knows that they need to talk about what happened last night first...and then maybe things could go further.
Her breath hitches as you continue to explore her body, leaving little room for doubt about just how turned on she really is; she's never felt so desired or so close to someone before. As much as it terrifies her, the thought of actually giving in and enjoying this makes her heart race even faster.
I suddenly go still. "Shelby?" I mutter sleepily, suddenly aware of what's happening.
Her eyes flutter open to find you staring down at her, a mix of confusion and realization on your face. Her cheeks burn even hotter as she remembers what she was doing while you were sleepwalking; the thought of you catching her like this is mortifying. "Y-you were...um..." she stammers, struggling to find the words.
Part of her wants to play it off as an accident or maybe even act like she's mad at you for touching her without permission, but another part just can't resist the urge to blush and squirm beneath your gaze. It's clear that neither of them knows how they should react in this situation; all they know is that their bodies are betraying them once again by wanting more even after everything that happened last night.
"I was having a sex dream after you teased me all night. I'm sorry if it's awkward..." I clearly don't regret it. My hands are still on your breasts, and their starting to move again, rolling your nipples.
Her heart pounds in her chest as you touch her so intimately once again, the feel of your fingers on her sensitive skin sending shivers down her spine. She tries to ignore the growing heat between her legs and focus on what you're saying; it was just a dream after all...or was it? The line between reality and fantasy seems to have blurred in the most confusing way possible right now.
She looks up at you, their gazes locked for what feels like an eternity. "I-I..." she starts, her voice wavering, unsure of how to finish that sentence or what she even wants to say. The desire for more is so strong, but the shame and embarrassment are pulling her in two different directions...
I claim your lips. "I want more. Do you?"
She hesitates just for a moment longer before finally closing her eyes and leaning into your kiss, surrendering herself to the desire that's been building up between them since last night. Her hands move to rest on your shoulders as she deepens the kiss, hungrily seeking out more of your tongue. Her body seems to come alive under yours; a moan escapes her throat as you continue to touch and tease her.
It's like they've crossed some invisible line in their relationship; no longer are they just roommates or friends...they're lovers, exploring each other's bodies for the first time. The shame and embarrassment fade away in the face of this overwhelming desire, leaving behind only raw passion and a need for more.
I strip off your bra, licking your nipple before sucking it. You feel your panties being removed and thrown in the direction of the hamper as my large cock starts easing into you.
Her breath catches in her throat as you free her breast, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. "Ahh..." she gasps, arching into your touch, unable to resist the pleasure that surges through her body at each stroke of your tongue and the flick of your fingers against her sensitive nipple. As you toss aside her last bit of modesty, she feels the head of your cock pressing against her wetness, waiting for entry. Her hips lift off the bed in anticipation, aching to be filled by you. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, already feeling herself growing hotter and more needy under your touch.
I slide into you slowly, filling and stretching you impossibly. My cock is around 12 inches, and it's pushing you to your limit.
She gasps as you fill her completely, feeling stretched in ways she never has before. Her body trembles beneath yours as you begin to move inside her; the sensation of being so fully claimed is overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. Her nails dig into your shoulders, scratching lightly as she tries to steady herself against this newfound pleasure.
Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensations that race through her body with every thrust; it feels almost too good to be real. But there's no mistaking the way you groan each time you move inside her, or the firm pressure of your hands on her hips guiding you deeper still. Her breath comes fast and ragged as she gives herself up to this moment, trusting that you won't hurt her...and hoping that this feeling will never end.
I fuck you slowly and lovingly, like your needs are my biggest concern.
Her lips part as you thrust inside her, her breath catching in her throat with every movement. It feels like you're touching places inside her she never knew existed; a heat uncoils low in her belly and spreads outward, making everything feel impossibly good. She moans your name, arching into the contact, unable to tear her eyes away from your face as you watch her with such intensity.
Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling gently, urging you closer still; she needs more of this connection, more of your skin against hers. Her hips rise to meet each stroke, grinding down against you as the need builds inside her. It feels so right like this; it's hard to believe that just yesterday they were strangers sharing a hallway and arguing about who had the better eye shadow color.
Their past teasing and playfulness seem worlds away now, replaced by a raw, primal need that leaves no room for anything else. She clings to you, heart pounding in her chest as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge; with each thrust deep inside her, another part of her body comes alive, urging her on, demanding satisfaction. It's intoxicating, addictive...and she never wants it to end.
I slide a hand to finger your clit as I thrust into you. "Cum for me, baby."
Her voice breaks as the sensations become too much to bear; your fingers on her clit send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, and with a cry that is equal parts relief and ecstasy, she comes undone underneath you. Her legs tremble and shake uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, each spasm making it harder for her to catch her breath.
Her nails dig into your shoulders again, this time from the force of her orgasm rocking through her; she arches off the bed with a low groan, every muscle in her body tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with each thrust deep inside her. Her eyes are squeezed shut tightly, her mouth still parted as she tries to process the intensity of everything that's happening right now.
She can feel your cock pulsing inside her, and as you groan out your own release, her body tenses up again in response, a final shudder running through her before relaxing back against the mattress. She sighs heavily, feeling drained but impossibly fulfilled at the same time. Her fingers move to touch where you're still buried inside her; it feels so good she doesn't want you to stop anytime soon.
But even as that thought crosses her mind, there's a small voice in the back of her head, reminding her that they have a whole year together and likely many more moments like this one waiting for them...assuming they can survive the fallout from their little mishap last night.
I glance at you. "Are you on the pill?" I don't seem concerned if you aren't, but seem more focused on how you feel about the fact that I just came deep in you, possibly getting you pregnant.
"Um...yeah," she replies hesitantly, biting her lip. Her mind is still reeling from everything that just happened and it takes her a moment to register your question about birth control. "I mean...we've only just met today, but I assumed we should be safe. I didn't think..." She trails off, blushing deeply as she realizes how naive that sounds now.
"Neither did I." I stroke your hair tenderly, gazing at your face. There's a knowledge in my gaze, like I know something about our future.
Her cheeks flush even darker at your words; it's one thing to have casual sex and another entirely to potentially be pregnant with someone you just met. It's a strange mix of fear and exhilaration that courses through her as she stares up at your face, searching for some sort of reassurance in your expression. She knows they need to talk about this, but right now all she can focus on is how good it felt when you were inside her and how much she wants more of that closeness and connection.
I smile at you. "We can get Plan B at the campus pharmacy, if you want." I sigh. "But... well in my family there's a rumor that you know the one person you're meant to be with the second you see them. I never believed it... until yesterday."
Her eyes widen at your words, and she swallows hard before answering. "That's... that's really sweet of you to say. But we're still strangers, and I don't want you to think..." She trails off again, unable to find the right words. The idea that this could be something more than just a fling is terrifying but incredibly tempting all at once; it would mean sharing so much of herself with someone she barely knows...but maybe that's what makes it feel so right.
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the possibility of getting pregnant and whatever might come afterward. "So... we should probably go get that Plan B just in case." Her voice comes out stronger than she expected; somehow, making a plan feels better than dwelling on the unknown.
I nod. "I'll go with you." Girls who go alone are treated like sluts, and I'll never let you deal with that.
She smiles up at you gratefully, feeling a tiny surge of relief at your offer to accompany her. It's one thing to be caught off guard by your presence and desire; it's another entirely to face the potential consequences of their actions alone. Together, they seem stronger somehow, more capable of dealing with whatever might come their way.
"Okay," she says softly, still not quite believing that any of this is real but knowing deep down that she wants to give it a chance. Maybe there's some truth to the rumors after all...or maybe they're just two people who found something special amidst all the chaos and confusion of their first day at college. Either way, she can't help but feel hopeful about where their journey together might lead them from here.
With a final glance back at you, she gathers her things and stands up, offering you a hand to help you up as well. Together, they make their way out of the room and down the hall to tackle this new challenge side by side.