My Sexy Midnight Visitor

The first awareness that someone had crawled in bed with me came when she whispered in my ear, "Are you awake?" and squeezed my di*k. Fighting the fog of being woken from a dead sleep, I slowly responded, "I am now.barely."As she snuggled in closer and the heat from her bare skin transferred to mine, I realized she was as naked as me. A naked stranger in my bed?"Wha.who."Whispering, "You don't want to know, " she seemed to anticipate my question.
Stroking me, she added, "I need to get you harder."Lying there, as if in a trance, still half-asleep, totally enjoying whoever she was, doing what she was doing, a little voice gnawed at me. Who is she? How did she get in? What does she want? Thinking I probably knew what she wanted, I wondered, Why me? Is she pretty? Does it matter?"How did you get in here?" I blurted."George."George is my roommate."Why aren't you with him?""He passed out."Even though all she'd done was whisper, her voice lent a feeling of familiarity.
"Do I know you?"In a barely audible whisper, she said, "You can touch me, too, " as she took my hand and placed it on her breast. It was nice sized, firm but soft. As if my hand had a mind of its own, it kneaded it and flicked her hardened nip."You like?" came her soft inquiry."Very much." I wanted to see it. I wanted to see her. "Can I turn the light on?""No." she snapped. Again, whoever she was, her voice was vaguely familiar.
What if I turn it on anyway?""I'll leave."That killed that idea. "You never answered me, do I know you?"She put a finger to my lips. "You talk too much, "