Shia LaBeouf
I had a dream that I went back to college. Josh and I were going to the same college. During class, the sky started getting really dark. Everyone thought it was a storm, but I knew something was wrong.
I stood up and my professor asked me to remain seated. I told her no. I grabbed my phone and immediately called Josh. He answered with, "You feel it too?" I said, "Yes, meet me at the front of the H building." I started to make my way out of the classroom and down the hall, "But stay on the phone with me. I don't want to lose you."
I ran down the hall and toward the front of the building. I saw Josh coming down the stairs from the 2nd floor and we met at the front door. We didn't hang up our phones, but put them in our pockets just in case we got separated, we'd already be connected.
We ran toward his car but it wouldn't open with the keyless entry. For some reason, the key wouldn't work either. We decided to take my car instead but it was further away from the building.
By this time, the sky was black and the clouds were ringed in fire. I could see meteors coming down toward the earth, streaking red with fire. I started to panic. I didn't want Josh to suffer and I was terrified that he'd have to suffer before we died. As we were nearing my car, a huge tank-like bus came by. It was carrying people to safety. Even if the meteors hit, everyone on that tank would be safe, but they only had enough room for one more person.
I told Josh to get on but he refused at first saying he didn't want to leave me. I told him he wouldn't be leaving me. I wanted him to live a long and happy life. The guy driving the bus said that another one would be around and I could catch that one. I thought he was just saying that to ease Josh's mind so we hugged and I put him on the bus.
It took off and I stood there feeling quite numb. I knew I was going to die. Suddenly, someone jerked me from behind and I could feel myself being pulled, but I couldn't see who it was or where they were taking me. I closed my eyes out of fear, and I finally stopped moving. Someone said, "Open up," so I opened my eyes and came face to face with Shia LeBeouf.
He was on the 2nd bus and had rescued me. I don't know how much time had passed but I know that most people on Earth were killed. I started to cry wondering if Josh was okay. Shia radioed to the other bus and the driver put Josh on to talk to me. We were both so relieved that we made it!
After my conversation with Josh, I was so thankful that I threw my arms around Shia in a deep, appreciative hug. He laughed and hugged me back. My relief came out as tears and he held me as I cried. His hands softly rubbed my back and he slowly rocked me back and forth.
When I finally calmed down, I pulled away and he started talking to me. My relief over Josh came as tears, but the relief I had for Shia saving my life came as something entirely different. The inside of the bus was HUGE and had many rooms, like a traveling house. I grabbed Shia's hand and led him into an empty room. He continued to talk. Once in the room, I closed the door and turned to face him. He just kept talking.
I didn't say a word. I just reached down and grabbed the hem of my white tank top. I lifted it over my head and tossed it to the side. I was standing there in just jeans and a red satin bra. Shia stopped talking and gave me a crooked, sexy grin. He lifted one hand and watched his fingertips as they dance lightly over the skin just above the fabric of my bra. His eyes shifted up to catch mine and I slowly smiled at him. He cupped his hand over my breast and gave it a soft squeeze. I sighed and closed my eyes.
I felt his hand leave my body so I opened my eyes to see what he was doing. He had removed his shirt and was undoing his belt. I began to unfasten my jeans and let them fall off my hips and down my thighs. I was wearing red bikini panties (that matched my bra). He looked over at me and ran his hand over the bulge in his jeans. I hooked a finger in one of his belt loops and pulled him closer. He took my face in his hands and kissed me, softly at first, but as his passion built, he kissed harder.
He pulled away and whispered in my ear, "Are you wet?" I took one of his hands and positioned it between my legs, over my panties. He slid his index and middle fingers along my lips through my panties. He could feel how damp they were and his crotch, which was up against one of my legs, bucked slightly. I could feel his dick pressing up against me and I knew he was more than ready.
There was a table in the center of the room, similar to a pool table but it didn't have the felt or pockets. I bent over against it and he came up behind me, after unfastening his jeans, leaving the fly of his jeans opened. He reached around to the front of me and slid his hand into my panties. His middle finger found my clit and he rubbed tiny circles over the tiny nub. My body responded by automatically rocking my hips against the movement of his hand.
Soon after, his other hand pulled my panties down. He used the same hand to pull his cock out. I felt the tip touch my lips where his fingers were. He slid his dick from where his fingers were to where my opening was. Instead of quickly going inside, he teased his head around the opening of my vagina. I leaned back, trying to force him inside but he clicked his tongue in a "tsk, tsk, tsk," and said, "Not yet."
I groaned because I could feel myself slowly reaching orgasm. He repeated the process of putting his dick where his fingers were and sliding it to my opening. He teased around the opening again and I squirmed a little. He finally thrust inside me and it was like an explosion that drove me over the edge. I was riding the wave of ecstasy as he repeatedly thrust into me when my alarm clock went off.
*hangs head* Fucking alarm.