Insights from Id

I am not me. I am a young woman, maybe 19 or 20, with long dark hair down to my waist. I am pretty but not beautiful. I am lying on my stomach on the bed with a workbook in front of me. Next to me is a man about my age. We are studying together. Without ever having heard it, I know his name is Luke, and we have a connection between our spirits, we can feel each other and communicate telepathically.
He asks me a question from the book, and I answer correctly. “Good job.” He says, and leans in to give me a quick kiss. We lock eyes for an instant, and he kisses again, more passionately. A strong wave of arousal washes over me. I roll over, and he is on top of me, his hands all over my body. I press my body into his. I spread my legs slightly and reach down to grab him, but something is in my way. I look down and see a green device cupping his member, and I know I have to answer another question correctly before it comes off. Dissapointed, I reluctantly turn back to my book, looking for an easy one.
Suddenly the other girl is in the room. She has a connection with the other boys, like mine with Luke. “It’s coming.” is all she says. We all pile into the shower and turn it on, because the water will protect us. Still, I am apprehensive. The older of the other two boys, the teen, complains that he is embarrassed. I look over and see that he has a hard-on. I smile inwardly. Looks like the other girl got more questions right than me. The girl asks to see our lifelines. We all pull out waterproof monitors and she looks at them.
I can only think about the feel of Luke's body on mine, and how I want to be naked with him. The little boy declares that he is scared. I wake up.