Campus love

by LightningChaserRaikage

Chapter 5: Rapid Heartbeats and Confessions

Chris woke to the sound of footsteps and chatter. Must have been morning, and every one is heading to their classes. Chris tried to get up, but something over his chest prevented him from doing so.
Oh great, my arms asleep...
He tried to move his muscles, but the arm wouldn't budge.
Huh? When did my arm get thin?... And have a lighter skin tone?
He turned his head, only to see a sea of pink. Flags went up and Chris's heartbeat was steadily increasing.
Ok, ok, don't panic... Fluttershy is in my bed... oh GOD!! I SERIOUSLY HOPE I DIDN'T...
Chris slapped himself with his free hand.
Get ahold of yourself Chris! All I have to do is slide out of this jam. I can do this.
Chris slowly sat up, but when he tried to pull away, Fluttershy hugged his left arm, trapping it in her extensive cleavage. All his muscles tensed up, but it wasn't the only thing.
If only this were another time... but why the arousal NOW of all times.
His thought was cut short as Fluttershy brought her leg up to his hip, putting him in an anaconda like hold.
Crap, too low, TOO LOW!"
She then brought her head up and rested it on his bicep, still sleeping soundly. Chris couldn't help but crack a smile, by god it was heart attack cute! He tried to escape her bind once more. Slowly sliding his arm out from between her breasts, he managed to remove most of his forearm, but his watch snagged onto her nightgown. As he continued to pull his arm, the gown slid as well. Things started to get... delicate when Chris's hand was in the center of boulders gate. His slightly rough fingertips grazed the silky smooth skin of Fluttershy's breasts, earning a light moan every few seconds. Beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead and his body began to heat up. The texture and consistency almost made Chris loose it, but he strongly resisted for fear of what would happen if Applejack found out.
AH HA! Finally, my hand is free! Shit, her gown is still stuck.
Chris began to fiddle with the fabric, it was beginning to tear and the more it did, the more he panicked. When he looked down to see if Fluttershy still had her eyes closed... his vision focus on something more grand.
Ch-ch-cherry topped...
There in all their glory, was a complete view of Fluttershy's bombshells. His mind went blank for seconds, mesmerized by the sight.
Move man...MOVE!
But his muscles refused to function. Fluttershy shifted again, this time turning in such a way that both breasts were exposed when the fabric completely ripped off.
Jesus... can this get any worse? (or is it better?)
Without missing a second, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey Shy? You up?" Applejack asked through the wooden door.
Damn it! I asked a question, not issued a challenge!!"
Chris gingerly worked his way over Fluttershy, his erratic breathing tickled at Fluttershy's bright pink nipples, earning a sleepy giggle from her. He exhaled as quietly as possible, and then refused to inhale until he was clear. Chris eventually got out of bed and stealthily answered the door.

"Oh, Lover boy... is Fluttershy up?"

"Oh, n-no. S-she, she's still sleeping-g-g." Chris responded, though his irregular breathing was making it difficult to speak coherently. Applejack raised a skeptical eyebrow, which only made Chris that much more nervous.

"You alright there sugar cube? You seem...tense."

"W-what makes you s-say that?!"

"Well, fer starters: your face is red like an apple, you're babblin' worse than a lousy college professor, and yer sweatin' like you ran a 10K for yer life."

"Does it?" Chris inquired, severely trying to calm down.
He's hidin' somethin'. I just got to push him to what.

"Did somethin'...'happen'...last night?" Applejack asked, giving a sly yet seductive grin. Chris's eyes shifted to the right and back to Applejacks.
Gotcha...

"N-nope. Nothing happened."

"Then why are you shirtless?"
Chris's expression grew more serious.

"Because it was hot last night."
Shit. That didn't come out right!"

"Oh, I'm sure it did." She continued, "Mind if I take a peek inside? Just to see if Shy's sleeping well, of course."
Oh, you have no idea.
Before Applejack could take a step to the doorway, Chris grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back. He didn't let go of her shoulder as he got out and shut the door behind him.

"I see you like it rough." Applejack joked.

"Listen here. Now it not the best time, I'm tired, and I don't need you to screw around with me." Chris flatly stated, a fire burned in his eyes from which Applejack could not break contact.
Gee... his eyes are intense. But... there's somethin' else... somethin' sad.

"Ok... ok. I'll just go back and wait for Shy to wake up." She finally said.
I'll hang back a bit. But this won't be over.

"Thank you." Chris finally said, releasing his grip on Applejack.
As she walked away, Chris couldn't help but grin a little.

"Hey Freckles!" He hollered.

"Freckles?" Applejack turned, questioning if he was going to insult her.

"Thought it would be a cute name for you."

"HA! Doubt it."

"It'll grow on ya. Anyway, what I was going to say was that orange is a good color on you."

"Wha-?"
Applejack looked down and realized that she wasn't exactly wearing clothes. She was only dressed in a white beater and an orange thong.

"And you call me the bold one." Chris remarked, Applejack's face getting incredibly flustered.
Finally got one over on you. Oh, sweet victory.

Applejack finally got to her room, a little pissed that Chris, of all people, saw her without pants on.

"Applejack what happened? Didn't Fluttershy get the message?" a voice questioned.
Rarity was sitting at her make-up station, trying to get ready by applying various forms of blush, mascara and nail polish.

"Must you use yer face like a colorin' book?" Applejack inquired.

"Well, not all of us can appreciate was it takes to look fabulous. But you never know what combination of make-up will look dazzling."

"Uh huh."

"Is something wrong Applejack?"

"Oh it's nothin." Applejack replied thorugh gritted teeth.

"Now Applejack. If there is something wrong, I'll see it. Like right now, on your face."

"Well... there is one thing."

"Take a seat Applejack, and give me the details."
She did so, Rarity put on her glasses and mocked being a psychiatrist.

"Well, to put it simply: Chris saw me like this." She gestured to her attire.

"Well I'm surprised you had a thong on. A little bold for you isn't it?" Rarity asked.

"That's exactly what he said!"
Rarity pouted a bit, really thinking hard like she had a new dress design.

"Can I ask you something Applejack?" Rarity finally spoke.

"I can't see a reason not to."

"You like this 'Chris' you talk so much about?"
Applejack almost fell off her seat at the sudden question.

"What makes ya think that I like that perv!" Applejack retorts.

"Why are you reacting so much to a simple question?" Rarity calmly asked, cracking a little smile.
Applejack was blushing profusely, she tried to think of an explanation to help her case, but eventually gave up.

"Fine, I guess I kinda do... a little."

"REALLY?!? I was just swing at air!"

"RARITY!"

"Sorry, sorry. But I didn't think you liked a guy... or any guy for that matter."

"True, but this one's different. I don't know what it is exactly, but... whenever I see him my heart races and I felt like thowin' up."

"That, my dear friend, is what's called love."
Applejack crossed her arms, frustrated with recent events and trying to refuse her feelings.

"Can... can you help me? Y'know... get his attention?" Applejack hesitantly asked.

"Well, my schedule is a little full, but I'm sure I could squeeze you in somewhere."

"C'mon Rarity!"

"Ok! Ok, I'll help. But first I'm going to need to see this 'Chris' of yours."
For Applejack to like a guy, this should be interesting.