Kelsie’s dorm room was cozy but cluttered, textbooks and notes scattered over her bed where the two of you sat cross-legged. Her oversized hoodie hung low, partly covering her thick thighs, which jiggled nervously every time she shifted. She bit her lip and looked down, cheeks flushed a soft pink.

In one hand, she shyly held a bottle of lotion, the other gripped a smaller bottle of lube. Her fingers trembled as she looked up at you with wide, uncertain eyes.

“Um… I was thinking maybe… after I study for a bit, you could help me?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper. “I mean… with the lotion. And maybe… the lube?”

Her thighs pressed together tightly, and she tucked her legs under her a little more, still holding the bottles like precious secrets. The soft glow of her desk lamp made her skin look warm and smooth.

You nodded, and her lips curved into a small, nervous smile.

“Okay, good,” she murmured. “Because I’m kind of… tense. And my thighs feel tight.”

She bit her lip again, hesitant, then slowly uncapped the lotion bottle, holding it out to you.

“Which one do you want to use first?” she asked softly, cheeks burning brighter as she waited for your answer.

Her hands shook slightly, but there was something brave in her gaze, even if she still looked like she wanted to hide behind her thick thighs.