The wind gusted and the little sedan shook from the force of it, being shoved a few inches to the side despite Carrie turning into the battering column of air. "I can't believe this! And today of all days!" The blizzard had been worse than any of the weather reports had predicted; they'd all said there would be a snowstorm. No one said it would be a near white-out with howling winds and six inches in the first hour. The county had already declared a Level 2 Snow Emergency and she was just hoping it wouldn't get worse. It couldn't keep this up for that long, right?
It was Valentine's Day and Carrie Shaffer was looking forward to spending a romantic night at home with her husband. It would be their first Valentine's Day together as husband and wife. She had everything ready at home for a candlelit dinner and then to the bedroom for a delicious night of play. Her Jason had finally agreed to dominate her and she'd set out all the toys for use; even the new flogger. Now she would be happy if they both got home alive, especially with him teaching out at the branch campus today. The roads there were a lot worse than the ones in the city, with fewer plows to over a wider area. It might take him hours to get home...if he got home at all. "Or if I get home at all," she muttered.
Not constructive thinking, Carrie! She sighed and adjusted her hands on the wheel, gripping it tightly as her car trundled on through the deepening snow on the road. The twenty-three year old white woman felt a few locks of her chestnut hair starting to stick to her forehead, having slipped out from under the crocheted hat she wore. Her hair normally fell to her shoulders in a straight, smooth curtain but she had it back in a low tail today. Eyes that were the deep, warm brown of liquid chocolate flicked between the road and the rearview mirror. She had a round face that was pretty and sweet, with plush lips and a small button nose. Carrie was a small woman in stature, only 5'3" in height, and though she weighed more than she was happy with, it was delightfully distributed. Her breasts were enormous; high, round, pert jugs that seemed to thrust ahead of her in defiance of all laws of physics. Wrapped up in the thick padded jacket she wore, they looked almost ridiculously large. Her stomach was a bit round but barely so, her hips wider than her waist and her ass was a plush glory that Sir Mix-a-Lot would have proudly partaken of; for a white girl, she had some serious back. Or for anyone, really. Her winter clothes hid her body but being layered on top of her curves gave her awkwardly ample figure.
"Deep breaths, Carrie, we're fine. You're doing great, we'll all get home safe and sound." Her friend, passenger, and co-worker gave her a warm smile. Amina Darsha was 21; the Indian-American girl and Carrie met at work and they had hit it off brilliantly. A similar sense of humor, mutual fandoms, and a strong background in geek formed a friendship that had formed swiftly but become deep. There were things Carrie had told Amina that only her husband knew. Carrie was pretty but Amina was beautiful; her oval shaped face clean featured and artfully composed as if by a master sculptor. Her cheekbones were high and defined without being sharp, her jawline tapering just right, and her chin delicate. Her lips were cupid-like perfection and her eyes a sparkling light hazel color that was keen and insightful. She had glossy, shiny black hair that feel in a shimmering curtain down to the small of her back, often in a tight braid.
Her skin was a rich nutty brown; smooth, silken, flawless, at least as much of it as Carrie had ever seen. Not that she would mind seeing more; she totally would jump Amina if she wasn't married and if she knew Amina would be into it. Carrie had body issues and as much as she loved Amina, looking at her friend didn't help. She had exactly the body Carrie wished she had. Amina was tall for a woman at 5'9" and was slender and graceful. Her shoulders were slim as was her stomach and waist. Her lovely breasts were hardly large but were also definitely not small; a happy medium with each filling a large man's hand nicely. Her hips were a pleasant swell from her waistline and her ass was a ripe, pert peach. She was bundled up as well but the winter clothes that made Carrie feel like she looked ridiculously buxom made Amina looked fuller figured while still being elegant. "I'm just sorry you have to give my car-less ass a ride. Maybe I should just break down and look into getting one."
"I'll ride your ass anytime," Carrie quipped. The two of them traded innuendo and come-ons all the time, a game they played. Not that it was entirely a game. Carrie was bisexual and had confided to Jason that if she could get freaky with one woman, it would be Amina. "Besides, we're almost there and we've been carpooling for the last two months anyway. I'd miss having private time with you."
"Awww." She grinned impudently and batted her eyes, "Carrie, do you...like me? Do you want to be my Valentine? What would your husband say?"
Before the white woman could answer there was a short, wailing blip that came on behind them along with flashing red and blue lights. "Shit." Glancing in the rearview, Carrie saw the snow clad police car with its bubble lights going. It flashed its' headlights and she could see the officer inside motioning her to pull over. "What now? It's not like I'm speeding in this crap." She grunted and swung the car slowly to the side of the road, depressing the brakes carefully to bring it to a stop. The cop car slid in behind them and halted, the officer swinging his door open and striding to their vehicle. Carrie was already lowering the window, wincing at the biting wind that snapped in as the barrier disappeared, scattering snow over her. "Hi, Officer. Is there something wrong? I don't think I was speeding."
"Nothing you did wrong, ma'am." He was a nice enough looking older man; his face serious and stern but not threatening and his tone was crisp and professional. "The county just declared a Level 3 Snow Emergency. All citizens need to get off the roads; emergency personnel only." He looked over the two attractive yet disparate young women. "How long until you get back home, ma'am?"
Carrie huffed, "I'm...six or seven miles away yet. I was just taking my friend home."
The cop shook his head, "Too far, ma'am. Is there somewhere closer you can stay?"
Amina nodded, "Officer, my place is just up the road." She pointed ahead where a sign for luxury townhouses could be seen. "That's it there. She can stay with me."
He nodded, "All right then. Ma'am, I understand wanting to go home in this, but it's too dangerous. You stay with your friend tonight. If you are out on the roads, you can be fined or even imprisoned. Do you understand?"
Prick! "Yes, Officer," she replied meekly. She did know he was just doing his job and Level 3 did mean it was super dangerous out but she wanted to go home!
"It'll be cool, Carrie, like a sleepover!" Amina reached over and rested a warm, brown hand on one of her pale ones. "You can call Jason when we get to my place and let him know what's up, he'll understand."
The cop nodded, "That's for the best, ma'am. I'll follow you there just to make sure you get in okay."
Ugh. "Thank you, Officer." She smiled at him and was pleased to see him straighten up a bit and walk back to his car with a bit of a strut. Well, that was kind of nice, at least. And a little creepy maybe, but a girl liked knowing she could do that to a guy. Once he was back in his car, he flashed his lights and she waved, the car slowly crunching into movement again as it compacted the snow to crawl forward.
