I had finished up my classes for the day at my Junior College when it started to snow, hard. This was going to be an epic storm, like so many in the Midwest. It was coming down in big, wet sleet and freezing rain, and I was glad as hell that my new apartment was only a few blocks from the school.
As I ran for my car, I saw my ex-girlfriend Jennifer struggling with her own transportation. Her car had never run that well, and in the cold weather, it had apparently given up the ghost. I couldn't just leave her there -- her home was a good twenty miles away, down some nasty county roads. She was never going to make it in her old Ford. Besides, we'd parted amicably enough, maybe this was a chance for a little nostalgia sex.
Putting my book bag over my head for protection, I ran over to her car and tapped on the window. She actually smiled when she looked up at me, and rolled the window down.
"You know you'll never make it before the roads ice over," I said. "Come on... we can take my car to my place and wait this thing out, ok?"
She hesitated for a moment, and looked over to the passenger seat. I hadn't noticed that there was someone else there, with all the ice forming on the windshield. I bent down to see that her friend Lynne was sitting with her. Inwardly, I winced... Lynne was a nice enough girl, but she talked too damn much. That, and she was the kind of girl that would sit around for hours while a couple kept hinting that they'd like some "alone time," just not getting that she was cock-blocking people.
Thoughts of nostalgia sex fluttering away in the breeze, I smiled at Lynne. "Was Jennifer going to give you a lift home?" I asked her.
"We were carpooling, today," nodded Lynne. I think she lived out by Jennifer's, out in the boonies. "Do you really think it's going to get that bad?"
Mother nature never could resist a good cue. The sky opened up and dumped freezing rain in buckets on me, and the girls just about screamed.
"COME ON!" I yelled, running for my car. The girls didn't hesitate this time. They grabbed their stuff and jumped out of the non-functional car, and ran after me. It was a good thing that I'd cleaned out my little car that morning. I was really hoping we wouldn't have to use my emergency kit. I didn't relish being stuck in my compact for a day or more.
The three of us were soaked through to our skin when we got into the car. I started it up and blasted the heater, but there was only so much warming it could do. Both girls were starting to shiver, their teeth chattering, as I started navigating the hazardous streets.
The streets were full of people making a mad dash for their homes, or for the nearest shelter. This particular winter storm was on its way into the record books, and we had a few close calls. The girls didn't notice, I don't think. They were too cold, bundling up in their wet clothes as best they could. Ice was forming on the outside of our coats, even in the heated car. If we didn't make it to my place, we were in considerable trouble.
It took half an hour to make the five-minute drive. I pulled into my parking place, barely able to force the car into the foot-deep snow there, and took a deep breath.
"Fuck, it's going to be cold out there," I said. Jennifer nodded, and Lynne actually sobbed a little. She wasn't good in stress situations, I'd noticed. I grabbed her frigid hand and gave it a little squeeze. "We'll be inside in a minute... come on, ok?" She smiled a little bit, and nodded.
The twenty feet from my car to the front door of the apartment house felt like a mile. The wind-chill was around thirty degrees below zero, and freezing rain and sleet pelted us every inch of the way. When I got inside the building, and the lights were out, I started to really worry.
"Electricity is out... great," I muttered. Jennifer's eyes went wide.
"What are we going to do? Isn't this place all electric?"
"Including the heat," I said, finishing her thought. "Quick, let's get in the apartment."
I was about halfway down the hall, and my fingers were so numb that I almost couldn't work the key in the lock. The three of us practically fell into the apartment. As we'd feared, the heat was off, and the chill air inside the apartment was only marginally better than the air outside the building. At least it wasn't blowing on us.
"S...s...so cold..." said Lynne. Her thick glasses were frosted over, ice forming on them, as were Jennifer's. The three of us were soaked through with freezing water, and parts of me were going numb that I prefer to feel all the time.
:"B...b...bedroom," I stuttered out, trying to fight the chatter in my teeth. I started throwing off my clothes as quickly as I could... I'd never get warm in layers of wet, freezing cloth. "S....strip down," I said.
Jennifer complied almost immediately... she'd always been good at taking orders. Lynne hesitated, looking between the two of us. I threw my shirt into my shower, and looked at her.
"No heat... no hot water... the only things that are going to get us warm is us," I said. "No time to be shy, Lynne... please, strip down!"
Not waiting to see if she complied, I grabbed all of my towels out of my closet and threw them on the bed. Then I finished shucking my clothes, throwing all of them into the shower. Jennifer did the same, and I took a moment to look at her. Survival situation or not, I was still a guy, even if my penis was doing a great impression of a Shrinky-Dink.
She wasn't what most people would call "pretty," but I liked looking. She was what you might call a "Big Beautiful Woman," only about five feet tall but nicely round with a lot of curves, and one of the biggest sets of tits I'd ever seen. She caught me looking and smiled a chilled smile, her skin starting to turn blue.
Lynne was finally getting out of all of her clothes. She was a big girl, too, in a different way. She stood maybe six feet tall, and was built on a big frame. She had some extra weight too, but she carried it more all over her body. Her complexion was a little on the pock-marked side, but she had a nice smile, and at least she tried to fit in, even if she was a constant cock-block.
I didn't hate the situation after all.
We toweled each other off as best we could, then we dove between the ice-cold sheets of the bed, all of us howling from the sensation. I took a minute to grab blankets, comforters, and pillows from all over the apartment, and throw them on the bed. Jennifer arranged them in layers, and Lynne packed the pillows between the sheets with us. By the time we all snuggled in, the bed was actually starting to warm up.
I'd actually managed to get myself in between the two of them, and our naked skin-to-skin contact was beginning to warm life back into us. We pulled a sheet over our heads to trap the warmth, opening it every few minutes for fresh air.
I wrapped my arms around both girls' shoulders and pulled them close, and neither of them complained or resisted. The warmth was delicious, and the contact was starting to remind me of other physical needs.
"We... we would have died out there," said Jennifer. "I was going to try to make it to Lynne's place... we would have been on the highway, now."
I shook my head. "You might have gotten stuck, but you probably could have stayed warm inside your car," I said. I was lying, just a little. In a storm like this, there were always stories about people freezing to death in their cars. Jennifer's little Ford wouldn't have provided nearly enough protection.
She kissed me anyway, which I returned. Jennifer always had been a good kisser. If it hadn't of been for the fact that our schedules never synched up, we might even still be a couple. As I kissed Jennifer, Lynne's arms wrapped around my chest, and she gave me a tight hug.
"Thank you anyway," she whispered. Her eyes were downturned and she had the most adorable blush. I didn't think she was a virgin, but if I remembered her rambling chats around the lunch table, she hadn't had a boyfriend in a long time. I hugged her back, and her softness felt really good against my muscled body.
Jennifer smiled, and her hand started to slide down my stomach. "So... what are we gong to do to generate more heat in here?" she asked. "We're probably going to be here for a while... we're going to need a lot of heat."
She wrapped her little fingers around my hardening cock, and started to stroke me, sending a shiver up my body. Lynne started, a bit, not quite realizing what was happening.
"Are you ok?" she asked, looking into my eyes. I liked her concern, and Jennifer could tell, because it sent a throb right down to my dick.
"Oh, he's fine," said Jennifer. She reached over and grabbed one of Lynne's hands, and pulled it to my cock. "See?"
"Oh... OH," said Lynne. She was a little startled by the sudden intimate contact, but she didn't pull her hand away. In fact, she slowly ran her hand up and down the length of it a few times, as if measuring it. The look on her face said that she was pleased with the results.
I don't get many complaints in that department, actually. Jennifer and Lynne were soon co-stroking my hard nine inches, Jennifer with a playful smile, and Lynne with a look of wonder on her face. This was turning out to be one of my favorite storms ever.
