I was in a new unfamiliar college setting, and walked into my guidance counselors room — it was a different guy but had a similar physique, similar face and level of attractiveness (high tension between us, that is). We were discussing some light issue I had that I forget, and he pulled out his laptop to show me a video to help me. One of us moved it to a small stool on the ground, and he turned the lights off to facilitate viewing and came to sit next to me on the floor. I could tell by now this was semi-intentional and he was into me, but I didn’t go into full anxiety attack like normal. It was much more mild. Our heads came close try to watch the video, and he pushes his mouth into mine. We’re French kissing, waves of intestine as I pull back and gently put little kisses on his lower lip before going back to open mouth. While doing so we make it up standing position — me against the wall and him pushing me against it. Normally I can’t stand when I feel guy’s erections against me through their clothes but the way we were standing, his hard c*** underneath his pants just happened to be against my kitty, let’s say, and I was going f****** insane. I grind into it with a slow rhythm into it. We made it back to floor where I vaguely remember straddling him, clothes on, grinding again with him reciprocating. In the next scene I taken my close off, and was naked. We had been playing with each other for some time, he was on the edge, and was naked on the ground with my a** in the air, legs spread and hands a bit apart to support me. The door is cracked open, yellow outside to the contrasting darkness in the room. I remember thinking how hot it is, the fact that we can be caught or that someone can hear us. He, standing, takes his c*** out of me as he was about to finish. He lingers a few inches away from me, still standing w me still on the floor. As he is c******, I felt him bring himself close back to my opening. I am intensely firery with desire now and want him to push it back through me as I know he is trying so hard not to. He shoots once, accidentally, a shot of c** on the edge of my opening. We hear a knock on the door and we both jump up. I quickly wipe what I can out of me — it’s quite gloopy– and frantically trt to answer the door naked. He gently but with leadership pushes me back behind the door. I get dressed behind the door then exit after he finishes the conversation naked, somehow. He must have just taken his head out into the crack. I leave as they near the end of the brief convo. I wake up mid thought on how needs to buy me a plan b because I am broke, virginal (i.e. Not on the pill) college students in both the dream and real life.
