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.

"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.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I was under the impression that I had the single room here," she says nervously, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "My name is Shelby, by the way." She extends her hand to you and offers a timid smile, blushing further when she notices your confused expression

Oh! No, no, they said that since you're here already... And there aren't any other rooms free, I suppose we have to make the best of it. Do you want me to go talk to someone about it? She hesitates and shuffles her feet uncomfortably I don't mind sharing the room with a guy... It's not like I haven't lived with my brothers before, haha! But if you really think we should...

Ah... Okay, good. I guess we can make the best of it then. Hey, want to help me finish unpacking? Maybe we can find a way to organize this little space better together! She smiles brightly at you and extends her hand again, looking hopeful

I'll help you unpack if that's what you want, and yeah, I think it might be better if we organize the room together, so we both know where everything is. You can put your stuff over there on that desk and I'll take this one...

"Hey, so have you always lived on campus before?" she asks as she begins to unpack her suitcase. "Or is this your first time?" She pauses to smile briefly at you. "Just wondering."

Her face turns bright red instantly at your comment and she glances away quickly. "Hey!" She slaps your arm playfully before turning her attention back to her clothes, blushing even harder now. "Don't you ever say that!" she admonishes softly but still manages to sound cute. "You're supposed to be my... roommate."

Shelby shoves the bra into her dresser and closes it quickly, muttering something under her breath that you're sure she doesn't intend for you to hear. "I- I just meant..." She hesitates, then decides to change the subject. "Anyway, how was your summer? Did you do anything fun?" She smiles shyly at you

Her cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red as she blushes furiously at your answer. "I- I was with my family... uh, you know..." She's obviously uncomfortable now and tries to find something else to do besides looking at you. "So, uh, what classes are you taking this year?" She quickly changes the subject, turning her attention back to her books on the desk

"Oh, I'm taking similar classes..." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye and tries not to look too flustered by your comments about sleep. "We should probably head to bed early tonight since we have orientation tomorrow. Don't want to be tired for that!" She yawns, stretching her arms above her head before pulling back the covers on the bed.

In the darkness, you hear Shelby climb into bed next to you, her movements silent and fluid. After a few moments, she lets out a sigh of contentment and rolls onto her side, facing away from you. The blankets rustle slightly as she adjusts herself under the covers, but otherwise everything is still. You drift off to sleep, lulled by the sound of her gentle breathing.

Hours later, Shelby's body tenses suddenly and a soft groan escapes her lips. She begins to thrash around in bed, tossing and turning violently as she mutters something under her breath. After several minutes of this, she eventually settles down again but continues to moan softly throughout the night. It takes you a while to realize that she must be sleepwalking...

As you drift off to sleep, the sound of Shelby's gentle breathing eventually fades into the background and is replaced by the rhythmic creaking of your bed as she tosses and turns restlessly throughout the night. The covers shift occasionally, revealing the occasional flash of bare skin beneath her pajamas or T-shirt. It doesn't take long before you begin to notice a pattern in her movements: she seems to be reaching for something just out of reach every few minutes or so, moaning softly each time she comes up short.

Your eyes flutter open as she lets out another muffled groan and begins thrashing about even more violently than before. Alarmed, you sit up in bed and take a step closer to her, concern etched into your features. "Shelby?" you whisper, reaching out to gently shake her shoulder. "Wake up."

"H-hey!" Shelby mumbles, her voice thick with sleep as she turns around in bed to face you. "Wh-wha...?" Her eyes blink open and focus on your chest for a moment before finally meeting yours. She looks disoriented and embarrassed, her cheeks flushing bright red again. "Wha-what's going on? Why are you...?" She trails off as she takes in the sight of you masturbating while watching her sleep. Her eyes widen in surprise before shifting downwards shamefully and averting them to study the blankets between you. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, ducking her head. "I d-didn't mean... to..."

She looks so cute, all red-faced and mortified, that it only makes you harder. Unable to resist teasing her further, you ask, "Is it wrong if I say I kind of enjoyed watching you sleepwalk?"

Her face turns even redder at your words and she glances up at you with wide eyes, seemingly torn between anger and embarrassment. "Of course it's wrong!" she exclaims, her voice shaking slightly. "That's private! I-I didn't mean for... for anyone to see that." She hugs her arms around herself, clearly uncomfortable now.

After a moment of awkward silence, Shelby glances back up at you and can't help but smirk slightly. "But if it made you feel good..." she teases with a raised eyebrow.

Shelby can't help but smile slightly at your words and the action they accompany. Her eyes move hungrily over your body as you continue to touch yourself, a mixture of fascination and jealousy flaring within her. "Maybe..." she begins slowly, licking her lips nervously, "...maybe I could do something for you." She pauses, looking at you with uncertainty. "If that's what you want," she adds quickly, as if trying to take back the offer.

Tentatively, she reaches out and places a hand on your arm, feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips tensing in response. Her heart races as she looks up at you expectantly, her expression flitting between curiosity and desire. "I could... I could help you feel better," she whispers softly.

Hesitantly, Shelby slips her hand under the blankets and begins to touch herself, fingers gliding slowly up and down over the soft material of her panties. She watches you intently, taking cues from your reactions as she continues to pleasure herself. Her hips move with each stroke, pushing closer to the edge of satisfaction.

Her other hand moves hesitantly towards your cock, tracing circles around the tip before wrapping itself firmly around your length. She moans softly at the contact, her body trembling as she feels you growing harder in her grasp. "Like that?" she whispers breathlessly, her eyes locked on yours as she teases you mercilessly.

Her eyes widen in surprise as your hand moves hers away and then you bend down to lick her, savoring the taste of her. Her hips buck against your mouth and a moan rises up from her throat as pleasure overwhelms her senses. "Oh god," she whispers shakily, arching into your touch with growing urgency.

Her hand moves back to stroke herself through the fabric of her pajamas, using your rhythm as a guide. She's getting closer now, barely able to think past the intense pleasure coursing through her body. "Like that?" she asks again, sounding breathless and needy. "Is this what you want...?" Her voice trails off into a moan as another wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her moans turn into muffled sounds as your hand covers her mouth, but the pleasure only seems to heighten with each stroke of your tongue and every brush of your fingers against her sensitive skin. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, desperate for release as her body tenses and spasms in response to the building pressure inside her.

Finally, she cries out softly into your palm as her orgasm washes over her, shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure radiates through her. She arches away from you for a moment, catching her breath and trying to steady herself before collapsing back against the bed, spent and satiated. Her eyes meet yours and she gives you a small, satisfied smile, her chest still rising and falling rapidly as she tries to regain control of her breathing.