It's been too long. I left Shelly hanging, bare-assed, with her dorm room open, waiting to make friends. How cruel. It's just that she, like yours try, has been hard at work studying. Pantless of course.

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The first week of college had been a whirlwind. The heatwave and lack of functional A/C left Shelly waking up in the morning completely dehydrated and out of it the entire day. She had already changed her bedsheets once, and that meant she'd need to do laundry her first weekend at school.

Friday afternoon she walked back from classes a bit anxious; having started as a sophomore, and taking advanced physics classes, exposed her to the world of established upperclassmen, in no mood to befriend a newbie- no matter how cute. She left her last period, a fully packed Philosophy of Science lecture, in a rush: she didn't want to hear about all the parties she was missing. She had gone to the activities fair and signed up for intramural volleyball, the AI club, and the school newspaper; but all the meetings started next week.

She got back to the boiling hot dorm room, heaved off her heavy backpack, and took off her shorts and panties. She thought for a second and took her bra off as well, t-shirt covering her full 32D tits. She was still observing the "no exposed dangly bits" rule she'd misconstrued when she first got here. She fanned herself for a second before grabbing her water bottle, notebook, and laptop to start studying.

The dorm was bustling with activity, except for her room; apparently her roommate had to take time off for medical reasons, leaving Shelly quite alone. Jason had come by to check on her a good amount this week; but the girls in her dorm kinda left her alone, which Jason assured her would pass. He was taking Electricity and Magnetism, which Shelly had taken at community college during her homeschool period, so she promised him homework help.

She put her headphones in to drown the noise of two dozen students pregaming and opened a word document. She was just starting her essay for English Lit, a subject she hoped would be a joke, and was completely unaware of her surroundings when she was surprised by a tap on her shoulder. She jumped.

"Oh, Jason, you scared me!" The fear subsided and gave way to a funny feeling in her thighs when she saw that he again wasn't wearing a shirt; he must have spent more time tanning this week than studying, because he looked almost too perfectly bronzed. He knew what his body looked like, and how much the tan increased the contrast of his abs. They shook when he laughed at the sight of Shelly's surprised face.

"I just saw your naked butt in here and it told me to come say hello."

"Oh. Well hey there... big party night tonight?"

"Yeah... I like your style though, getting the homework out of the way so I can be hung over the rest of the weekend. Mind if I join you?"

"Sure! My roommate's desk is all yours."

"Awesome!" He shut the dorm room door ("Just so it's a bit quieter in here...") and plopped down at the desk next to hers. As he did so, he not-so-subtly checked out her shapely naked ass curving gently into athletic-looking thighs... and made sure to notice she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Why should he hide it? After all, she'd checked him out like she'd never seen a shirtless jock before.

After a few minutes, Shelly groaned. "I gotta get a towel, I'm so wet with sweat down there that I'm just slipping around on the chair."

Jason perked up, hardening a little at the suggestion. "Oh... does that happen often?"

"I dunno... since I got here I guess. I never noticed before since at home we cover all of our non-dangly bits too."

"Gotcha..." Jason stiffened a bit more, playing nervously with his pencil and trying to work out his next move. He gulped. "You know... uh, this happens in sports a lot... I help out the girls team sometimes."

"Really?" Shelly perked up. "Oh my god it's SUCH an annoying problem to have! What do you do for them?" Shelly blinked innocently, but Jason saw she was a bit red-faced.

Jason couldn't believe his luck. "Well... it helps if you spread your legs a bit, just sit with your legs wide. Here turn toward me and let me see if you're doing it right."

Shelly turned her chair toward him and parted her knees, revealing a glistening pink pussy looking juicy and aroused. "Like this?" Her nipples hardened, pushing through her shirt.

Jason cleared his throat, fully hard now. "Yeah, just like that. It helps... it helps to pull on the outer lips a bit with your fingers."

Shelly did so, spreading herself open further showing her beautifully plump clit. "Like this?"

Jason couldn't even pretend not to be gawking anymore; he was looking at her gorgeous naive pussy looking ripe and ready. "That looks good... does that help?"

Shelly looked down; she was dripping wet. "Not really..."

"Here, sit on the edge of your bed, and spread yourself for me again. I'll give it a massage, it'll really help."

"Okay..." Shelly walked over to the bed, quite red-faced, her t-shirt ending at the top of her butt crack. Her whole ass was on display for him, full cheeks swaying with every step. Though she was blushing she seemed not to be on to him, so he got up and walked over. His athletic shorts were fully tented and he was dying to thrust his cock into her tight hole.

"Now I'm gonna just massage you down there, let me know if it feels good." He stood over her spread figure, and reached down to feel her clit with two fingers. She let out a little moan. "Too much?"

Shelly shook her head. "It feels good, I think if you keep going it will help."

Jason began to massage her clit in circles, then knead it between his fingers, then circles again, then side-to-side. She shut her eyes and her mouth, moaning audibly now. "Keep going," she encouraged. He was vigorously massaging her now, until he saw her body start to clench, and then she let out a big moan and convulsed, soaking his fingers with her juice.

"Did I do it?" Jason asked, smiling.

"Yes, thank you."

"There's one more step and then you'll feel better, are you ready?"

"Sure!" She said, her eyes still closed.

He moved a finger downward to feel her tight hole-fuck she's tight, he thought-and started slipping a finger in and out. She was so wet it was easy to get in, and he added a second finger, slipping them in up to the knuckle. He started massaging the inside of her vaginal wall, rubbing and tapping it, until she grabbed a pillow and was moaning into it and writhing around. With his other hand he grabbed the condom he'd stashed in his pocket. He removed his fingers from her pussy to get it open.

"Hey why'd you stop?" she asked. She looked up and he was standing there without his shorts, his dick fully hard. "What are you..."

"Just gotta do this last thing." He slipped the condom on, and before she could ask more questions he had pushed himself all the way into her. She let out a huge moan and covered her eyes with her hands. "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness..." The innocence of her cries turned him on even more, as he fucked her harder and harder. Her tits bounced freely under the thin t-shirt. "Oh yes, oh yes..." He wanted to laugh but he was too close to coming. "Oh my gosh Jason!" she cried out as he gave one last thrust and started cumming, filling up the condom. She grabbed his ass and pulled him in deeper, causing him to empty out further. She opened her eyes to look up at him as he had his eyes closed, balls deep in her pussy.

After a second he pulled out, careful not to spill the condom. That was not the kind of year he wanted to have.

Jason opened his eyes and smiled at Shelly. "How was the massage?"

"It was unexpected but I think it fixed my problem!"

Jason wasn't sure if she was now acting or if she actually grasped what had happened... I mean she couldn't be that naive right?

He started gathering up his things. "Alright I gotta get ready for the party. We'll continue the study party later."

"Okay, thank you for the massage!" Shelly said as she turned back toward her laptop.

Jason grabbed his books, walked over, kissed her on the forehead, and then walked out, sneaking one last glimpse of her ass crack outlined by the backrest on her chair.

Even though part of him knew she was probably messing with him, the rest of him chose to believe she was for real, and she had just gotten a brand new kind of massage for her wetness problem, and that was all that was going through her head.