Late night visitors [m] [str] [bi voyeurism] (part 1?)

The door to my room shot open. I looked up at the figures that stood in the open doorway, but the only light in the room came from the hallway behind them. “Who is it?” I asked.

The figures drew closer to me, and I recognized them as my friend Eric, and a girl I had asked out a month prior, Jess.

“It’s Jess and Eric,” Eric announced. “What are you doing in bed so early?”

“Eric… it’s 2 AM. What are you doing in my room?”

“We’re drunk, Chris. Get up and hang out with us,” Jess half-pleaded, half-commanded. The two of them got closer to me and tugged at the sheets, which I held firm to. My roommate was out this weekend, and I had gone to bed bare-ass naked. Those sheets were the only thing covering me that night.

“Guys, not right now. I’m trying to sleep. We can hang out tomorrow…” I pled with them, hoping they would leave me alone.

“Chris, we’re bored,” moaned Eric, pulling the sheets off my legs as he did.