Whispers at your bed

Gravity turns off and everything in the dream disappears as your returning consciousness sends you jettisoning up to the real world.

You come to, but keep your eyes closed for the moment, because that noise you heard was distinct and obvious from the moment it broke the lusty reverie of your dream.

Whispers. Someone--no SOMEONES--is whispering near your bed. More than a little disconcerted, you fight back to the urge to leap out of bed and pounce your unwelcome visitor. You decide to play it cool for now. See if you can listen on what they're saying to give you an idea of how best to handle this situation.

"See," a voice murmurs, "I told you he was big." In a heartbeat, you recognize the first voice belonging to Roxy. Her soft soprano pitch is unmistakable.

"I don't know," the second voice whispers back, "it's kinda hard to see in the dark. And under the sheets and everything? I can't tell." This voice, too, belongs to a woman, but huskier, like velvet.

"I'm telling you Amy, it's fucking huge. Do you want me to prove it to you?" Roxanne replies.

"I'm just saying. Seeing is believing. Besides, we don't even know if he's hard right now." Amy complains.

"Trust me," says Roxanne. "Do you think this is the first time I've snuck a peek at my roommate when he's passed out?"

What the fuck is this, you think to yourself. All of a sudden, the sexual tension comes in to focus, sharp and clear. She's done this before?

You know you should feel violate, but the idea of your luscious roommate secretly admiring your cock brings it back to full attention. You can feel the sheets stroking as it grows, bulging underneath the blankets. You wonder if the girls have noticed. You can't tell who this Amy girl is, but you do recall her having a heavier friend named Amy. Is this the same one?

You want to confront your roommate about all this. Who knows what kind of doors it would open. But you hesitate, wondering just how far the girls will go if they think you are asleep.