Not a real story since it was a dream but I [F] thought I’d share it anyway [M] (kinda long)

Fun fact, I rarely have wet dreams, and if I do, it usually cuts off right before the fun happens. So when I woke up from a nap today dripping wet and almost on the edge of an orgasm because of  the intensity of it, I thought I should share it and maybe you could share your stories aswell.

I don’t really know who the guy was but what I do know is that he had a sense of familiarity so he might be a student that I see often around college.

I starts with us hanging out on the couch at my house (not really my actual house) with my parents appearing to be on the second floor sleeping. He just looks at me and put an arm around me and next thing I know we’re having this very intense making-out session, I was needy, wet and very aggressive. He pulls me on top of him and then pulls my top down and starts playing with my nipples while he’s tracing my neck with his tongue, bitting it, sucking and leaving traces. I put my hand on his abdomen and trace it down to his jeans to unzip it and pull it down along with his boxers enough to free his shaft that was already hard.

[F] Giving [M]y religious, virgin friend his first hand job while our other friend is in the other bed. (very detailed)

This is the first time I’m writing so please bear with me.

A little bit of backstory first:
I am a [22f] agricultural engineering student who had a single dorm that had two beds close to eachother and Jake was an exchange [23M] masters student, he was Muslim and very religious so was still a virgin at that time (but had apparently masturbated before) .
Now something that you need to know about me is that I am fascinated by the human body and how it interprets sexual pleasure. And one thing I hate it people who don’t have any sexual education so I make it my goal to talk about it as much as I can and teach people how to pleasure others and themselves. So Jake got an intense course and knew most basic stuff by then but never had any practice.

Anyway.
We had to live for 6 months on a farm in the middle of nowhere. At first we weren’t attracted to each other nor were close friends. After a while, we started getting closer and closer and he started to really loosen up around me.
At one point we were always cuddling and his hands would always venture close to my boobs and between my legs but nothing would ever happen since I felt that he was scared of letting go of his beliefs.