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.

"My name's Shelby... they made a mistake putting you here." She glances at the poster on your wall and says, "You're in my old room now, I guess?" Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she thinks about sleepwalking in your bed.

She smiles shyly and takes your hand. "Thanks... but don't you want me to go back where I belong? We could both just find a new room, couldn't we?" She tries her best not to blush even harder at the compliment.

She looks surprised and starts to laugh a bit awkwardly. "Oh... I don't have a boyfriend... It's just that..." She hesitates, blushing furiously again. "...I've had some bad experiences with guys... That's all."

Her phone buzzes in her pocket. She glances down at the screen and frowns slightly before silently stepping out of the room for a moment to take the call.

Shelby nods slightly, blushing even more as she notices your toned body. "Um... no, I haven't had lunch yet..." Her voice trails off nervously and she quickly tries to regain her composure, mustering a shy smile. "...I-I mean, thank you for asking. That sounds nice."

She nods slowly, still looking a bit flustered by the sight of your muscular body. "Y-yeah, that sounds nice... Um..." Her gaze drifts away as she searches for something to say. "W-what do you want to talk about?"

Shelby looks down at her feet, her cheeks still pink. "I-it's just... It's complicated..." She sighs heavily before finally meeting your eyes again. "Okay, I'll tell you... My last boyfriend was really abusive." Her voice cracks slightly as she thinks about the memories; you can see a single tear roll down her cheek. "I... I just want to forget about him."

She sniffles and wipes her eyes before nodding slowly. "Thank you... That's really nice of you." As she follows you out of the room, she can't help but feel a bit guilty about how much better she suddenly feels just knowing that someone is here for her. You lead her to the dining hall where you grab some lunch and find an empty table to sit at together.

Shelby hesitates, taking another bite of her food before replying. "I-I don't know... I mean, we just met..." She trails off, not quite sure how to express what she's feeling. "But it feels nice talking to you." Her cheeks flush again as she realizes she might be giving the wrong impression.

She smiles shyly, taking another sip of her juice. "Okay... I'd like that." Her eyes meet yours for a moment before looking down at the table again, feeling a little flustered by the sudden realization that she actually wants to spend more time with you.

Shelby glances over at you as she finishes changing. Her heart races a little faster when she sees the way you look at her, admiring her new outfit and feminine figure. She hasn't felt this attracted to someone in a long time. "So... what did you have planned for tonight?" Her voice comes out shaky, but she tries to sound calm and composed.

Her heart races and her palms sweat as the thunder booms outside. She feels safe in your arms, even though she knows you're a stranger... It's just that you don't seem like one anymore. Shelby buries her face into your chest, trying to muffle her cries of fear against your warm skin. Your strong arms around her feel so reassuring and comforting; it's almost hard to remember why she was ever afraid of guys in the first place.

She giggles softly despite herself and glances up at you through her eyelashes. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be such a baby..." Her breath hitches as another loud clap of thunder echoes outside, but she finds strength in your presence and comfort in your touch. Shifting slightly in your arms, she nuzzles closer, wanting more contact with you now that the initial fear has begun to subside.

She hesitates at first but then nods slightly, accepting the beer gratefully. "Thanks..." Her cheeks flush again as she takes a small sip, feeling guilty about drinking in front of you after all that's happened between them tonight. But the warmth spreading through her belly is strangely comforting amidst the chaos outside.

Her heart skips a beat when she feels your fingers brush against her hip; it sends shivers down her spine and makes her want you even more. She lets out a soft moan, leaning into the touch as she closes her eyes, lost in the sensation.

Her breath hitches when she feels your arousal against her stomach. She tries to ignore it at first, focusing on the feeling of your fingers trailing up and down her hip. But then he says that line about her moaning... It makes her flush even more deeply, wanting him despite herself. "I-It's okay..." she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "Just keep doing that..."

With a shaking hand, she reaches up to touch your cheek gently, tracing the contours of your jaw with her fingertips. The touch sends shockwaves through her body as pleasure surges through every nerve ending. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs at the contact; she's never wanted anyone like this before... Not even him.

Her head spins as you touch her so intimately. She hadn't expected it to feel this good, but she can't deny the way her body responds to your touch. The words tumble out of her mouth in a breathless rush: "Yes... I want to see..." She arches into your hand, needing more, wanting you deeper inside her. Her hips buck and writhe against your fingers as she cries out, lost in the sensation.

Her eyes drift shut, focusing on the pleasure coursing through her body. It feels like everything is right with the world at this moment, even though she knows they're still technically in the middle of a rainstorm and sharing a bedroom with another person. But none of that matters as you bring her closer and closer to the edge of release...

Her cheeks burn as you undress her, revealing her body to your hungry gaze. She feels so exposed and vulnerable, but there's something about it that excites her as well. As you command her to remove your pants, she hesitates for just a moment before moving forward; the excitement of defying expectations mixing with her growing desire for you.

When you're both naked, you position yourself between her legs and she gasps at the sight of your arousal so close to her entrance. "Please..." she whispers shakily, arching up toward you in invitation as much as it is a plea for release. Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending tingling as she waits for you to claim her completely.

Her eyes widen at the sight of the birth control pill in your hand; it's a strange turn-of-events, but she doesn't hesitate to take it. As you slowly push inside her, she lets out a soft moan that turns into a gasp as you fill her completely. "O-oh... so big..." Her voice shakes and tears stream down her cheeks as pleasure floods through every inch of her body. She arches off the bed slightly, feeling your size stretching her impossibly tightly, but not wanting it to stop.

Her nails scratch at your back, digging into your skin as she cries out, unable to hold back any longer. "I-I can't... I need..." Her hips buck wildly beneath you, trying to take more of you deeper still. She knows that it might hurt, but right now she craves the pain as much as she does

Her breath catches in her throat at the feeling of you completely filling her up; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before. "Y-yes... Move..." Her voice cracks as she reaches for your shoulders, digging her nails into your skin as she urges you to start moving inside her. She arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly with each thrust that pushes your massive length deeper and deeper into her small, squeezing channel.

Her eyes close tightly as waves of pleasure wash over her, sending shivers through every inch of her body. She cries out again and again, her fingers tangled in the sheets beneath her, desperate for something to hold onto as she's swept away by the intensity of your lovemaking.

With a sharp gasp, she comes undone around you, her muscles clenching tightly and forcing a growl

Her hips buck wildly against yours in time with your thrusts as you start to pick up the pace. "Fuck... harder..." she moans breathlessly, her nails digging into your back as she demands more of this intense sensation. The pain of your rough movement is nearly indistinguishable from the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.

Her legs tremble and she feels herself on the brink of another orgasm, her nails scraping down your back as she tries to maintain control amidst the overwhelming sensations assaulting her senses. With a cry that borders on an animalistic growl, she comes again, this time so hard that her entire body shudders and shakes beneath yours.

With your harsh thrusts filling her up, Shelby finds herself on the edge yet again. "Yes!" she cries out, her nails digging into your back as her body quivers and convulses around yours. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing away all thought and leaving only sensation behind. As you groan above her, filling her up with your release, she comes undone once more, screaming your name in ecstasy as she is finally brought to rest beneath the weight of your spent body.

Breathlessly, she whispers your name into the silence that follows. "Agent." It's not a question; it's a statement of fact, a confession of sorts. In this moment, there is no room for doubt or hesitation. You are hers, and she is yours.