a dream I had about overhearing my lesbian roommate have sex

I might’ve already been awake, but I think it was the sound of them having sex that woke me up. Either way I was lying in bed under the covers, at least a blanket or sheet, when I overheard, or just heard, Tiara, my lesbian roommate, having sex.

I say “overheard, or just heard” because she obviously wasn’t trying to be discreet in any way. Perhaps she didn’t think I was home, but she should’ve known there was a chance. Perhaps she knew or figured I was and actually wanted me to hear her.

I say “her” instead of “them” because I could barely hear the other girl. It was mostly Tiara’s voice I heard; she was talking loud and clear almost to the point of projection; over the sound of rhythm bed creaking. That’s what really turned me on.

Tiara’s voice actually went against that, meaning it turned me off a bit. Not that she doesn’t have a sexy voice; I actually love her voice; but because of what she was saying. She was engaging in what people refer to as dirty talk, which I’m generally turned off by.

I don’t recall her exact words, but she made references to “pussy” and I clearly remember her saying she was about to “cum” before she apparently did; just the kind of forced utterances that put me off of most professional, and even some amateur, porn.

Her saying the girl’s name aloud; it was either “Alexandra” or “Alexandria”; and pronouncing almost everything with perfect school-taught enunciation, as she typically does, only made it sound more forced, or faker, than it already would’ve.

It was the sound of that bed, not to mention the other girl’s comparatively natural-sounding moaning on top of it, that turned me more on than off. Tiara must’ve been fucking her with a strap-on dildo to make it creak and the walls rock like that.

I would’ve loved to be a fly on the wall in her room. We lived in a college-dorm-like apartment with one or two other people. Tiara, a girl I know in real life, is cute enough despite her boyish (stud/dyke) look. I soon realized the other girl looked even better.

She was a much cuter Asian girl. I found that out when, I think because I yelled some kind of funny joke to let them know I heard them, she followed Tiara into my room. Tiara was grinning and apparently they’d both just orgasmed, so they were slightly out of breath.

“Hi Tiara and Tiara’s girlfriend,” I said before Tiara could get a chance to introduce us. She made it seem like that grin came out of embarrassment, but I think it was mostly pride; not the fake pride “LGBT” people parade about but actual pride.

The Asian girl reached out to shake my hand. I remember being sort of surprised, and majorly disappointed, that her hand wasn’t wet. It was little, soft, warm and inherently sweet; I really wanted to fuck this girl myself, with a real dick; but not wet.

Thinking about the dream, I don’t know why I expected her hand to be wet. I guess I figured she had just fingered Tiara’s pussy, but the bed sounds suggested her hands were either out to her sides or on Tiara’s back, so that wouldn’t have made much sense.

2021 [ October 03 ]