Third Wheeling During the Snowstorm

A little while back I did some reading of a couple of the classic story collections of literotica, one being the backseat genre and the other being the snowed in genre. I was keen to give both of them a try after that, and this is my first attempt. This is my take on the snowbound story, but from the perspective of a third character, the roommate of the son.

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I slammed the door behind me and dropped my bag on the floor. I was buried beneath layers of clothing, from the thermal layer at my core to the puffer jacket on top. I pulled off my woolly hat and felt strands of hair fall untidily onto my face. My expression must have been a picture, because my roommate was laughing at me.

"Fun day at work?" he teased. I narrowed my eyes, staring daggers through him as I unzipped my coat and let it fall to the ground behind me.

I left for work at 08:15. It was barely 9am when I made it back to our flat.

I almost choked myself to death yanking off my scarf as I walked across the room to our living room window and pulled the blinds to one side. "Come and tell me what you see." I said, forcing him off the sofa.

He joined me and stated the obvious. "Snow. Lots of snow."

"Look a little bit that way," I said, guiding his eyes in the direction of my car. "There's something really cool just over there."

"Is that your car?" he asked.

"It is indeed."

He started a low, chesty laugh that lasted until I buried my fingernails into his forearm. "Looks like it's in a ditch to me," he said through gritted teeth.

"You're right. It's in a fucking ditch."

"I guess you're taking the day off then." he said, stating the obvious once more.

"They never should have asked us to come in," I moaned, walking away from the window and lifting a sweater over my head. "So stupid. I made it about 100 metres but the entire road is an ice rink. I just started sliding. There's no way anyone is going to be interested in pulling that thing out of there in this weather so I just have to leave it until the storm finally passes and even then I have no idea how damaged it actually is because there's a fucking metre of snow surrounding it in the embankment."

The snow had been coming down for days. This country can't prepare itself for heavy snowfall at the best of times but we were breaking records this time around and everything was falling apart. The south of England had become a winter wonderland, but with grit suppliers running dangerously low on resources and more snow forecast for the rest of the week, the roads were becoming death traps and the entire country was at a standstill.

Despite all of that, my boss still tried to drag us into the office. Now my car was in a ditch.

"You shouldn't have agreed to go in." Josh said.

"I know."

"Do you want a coffee?"

"Yes please."

He moved towards the kitchen as I fell face first into the sofa, tossing aside the duvet he had been underneath when I arrived back home. The heating had been on seemingly nonstop for days and I was still wrapped up in a couple of layers. I was sweaty enough. "Why are you up so early?" I shouted his way as I rolled onto my bum and started pushing thick joggers down my legs.

"I need to get some work done as early as possible. I have plans today, remember?"

I didn't remember. I was too busy thinking about my car. "He should have just told us to work from home."

"You need to say no to him sometimes." he said, providing me with his usual guidance.

"Thanks dad," I said sarcastically, before accepting that he was probably right. "I haven't even told him I'm not coming in yet."

I went searching through my belongings to find my phone, before sending my boss a picture of my car and an explanation for my no show. He told me it was no problem at all and that working from home was for the best at the moment. Nice one dickhead. I really don't take advantage of my teacher's pet sucking up enough but working myself to the bone to save up for my eventual migration had been paying dividends so far, and I was too scared to rock the boat and ask for even the slightest conveniences.

Josh placed my coffee on the table in front of me and then joined me on the sofa. "The long johns are pretty sexy." he said, giving me something to laugh about.

"I was sweating putting all of this on this morning."

"There's no need for all of this when you were supposed to spend most of the day in the office. Surely you could have survived the journey to and from the car."

"You don't understand how cold that car was," I argued. I took a first sip of my coffee and then decided a quick release might be good for me. A cure for my stress. "Do you wanna hook up?"

He laughed again, but shook his head. "I can't. I've got a pretty stressful day ahead of me, you know?"

"As stressful as a car in a ditch?"

"I have to go and collect my mum and I have no idea how that's going to work in this weather."

I completely forgot his mum was visiting, though I was more surprised she was

still

visiting. "Oh, sorry. It genuinely slipped my mind. How is she even getting here?" I asked, tone slightly incredulous.

"She's getting the mainline train as far as it will go. After that it's a free for all. Any bus or local line she can get. I'll meet her halfway if possible but I think we're going to end up relying on some crazy taxi driver who is still desperate for a fare."

"Good luck then. I can't believe you led me on by calling my long johns sexy. It's not fair."

"I can only apologise," he said, getting back to his laptop to work through whatever he needed to do before he left to meet his mother. "But you always look sexy."

"Don't try and flatter me. I guess sex is off the table while your mum is here?"

"I guess so," he said. "Especially if we're stuck inside all week. I don't really see the point of her coming down here now. I told her to delay until next month but she's still a bit down about everything and I think she needs the break."

"I'm sure you can still show her a good time," I said, holding tightly onto my coffee cup now that it had cooled a little. "I'm excited to meet her. Are we just friends when she's here?"

"I thought we were just friends all the time?" he teased, and I pouted back.

"You know what I mean."

"She doesn't know about us, so yeah, just friends. I can't be arsed explaining the fuck buddies concept to her."

I laughed hard, before slapping him on the leg. "I'm sure she already knows how that works. Anyway, working from home sounds boring so I'm going to get a bath instead. We might need to go to the corner shop later to grab some things. Forecast doesn't look like it's going to change."

"I'll pick some stuff up when I'm out," he offered as I got back to my feet. "Today is probably going to be a nightmare though so don't expect me back anytime soon."

"I'll text you the goodies I want." I said, heading towards the bathroom to run a nice, scalding hot bath. I would come back and clean up the mess of clothes I left behind once the stress had been cooked out of me.

Josh is obviously not just a roommate to me. He moved in about a year ago and within a few months we were fucking. It's very casual. Fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. It's good fun. He is a lovely guy, mature beyond his years. He's extremely smart too, fast tracked into university at 16 and graduated at 19. Now he's down here in the capital on placement at some robotics institution. Nerd.

He was so shy when he arrived. I helped to work that out of him with my unique style of social engineering. I basically forced him to be my friend. My previous roommate was my best friend and the idea of her replacement being a stranger wasn't very attractive. He was the most normal applicant for her room, and we hit it off during the showing.

I was the perfect wing woman as well, helping to guide two gorgeous girls into his bed in those first couple of months. I heard the sounds those girls made when he had them over. I felt the vibrations in the walls. I couldn't help but notice how long it lasted, and how much they were glowing the morning after. The third girl to join him in bed was going to have to be me. I made my move and he accepted without hesitation. We agreed to stay friends and just enjoy the benefits of our mutual attraction, and we settled into our new normal without any issues. He can fuck. I appreciate that a lot.

He's a bit of a toyboy to me as well. I'm six years older. A whole six. Given my usual penchant for guys that are older than me, my attraction to him was a bit of a surprise. But I'll remind you again of the noises his other hookups were making. I was never really dating in sugar daddy territory anyway, but a lot of my exes were at least half a decade older than me.

I soaked in the bath for long enough that he finished his work, got dressed and knocked to say goodbye before I even thought about getting out. My fingers had aged about 50 years by the time I climbed out. Then I had a nap. Then I cleaned up that mess from earlier. There was still no sign of Josh and his mother. I made a late lunch, napped on the sofa for a little while longer and then actually got some work done before he text to confirm they were finally on their way back. I sent him a list of snacks I was craving and he promised to get them back safely.

After a text saying they would be five minutes, I watched closely at the window and enjoyed the sight of the two of them waddling down icy roads, hands full with carrier bags, backpacks on and suitcase in tow. I opened the window and called down to them, but when Josh saw me laughing he pointed in the direction of my car and laughed right back.

I met them at the lift, which was as far as I was willing to go to take some bags off their hands. The cold touch of his hand when he passed me a bag sent a shiver through my body. "Oh my God. How far did you walk?" I said, leading them back to warmth before properly acquainting myself with our guest.

"Only a few miles. Taxi couldn't get any further. It's so cold. Is the heating still on?" he asked.

"I'm not turning it off until April at least."

"Thank God." he said, slamming the door behind him as we stepped inside and quickly helping his mum with her rucksack and coat. "This is my mother. I think she might be frozen but she will thaw out eventually."

"It's so nice to meet you." I said, smiling her way.

"It's so lovely to meet you too, Aria." she said, her Welsh accent much stronger than his came across. "Thank you for letting me stay. Wow, you're absolutely gorgeous aren't you? I can see why he fancies you so much."

Josh started laughing first. "I knew you were going to do that. I just knew it."

"So we're not telling her about the engagement?" I teased, joining forces with his mother to tease my lover.

"Oh, I wish." she said, stepping out of her winter boots, curling her toes and stretching her ankles.

"You wish?" Josh said, dumbfounded. "I'm 20 years old. You can keep wishing."

"Don't be rude to your mother." I said, and she joined me in laughter.

"I'm a hugger unfortunately," she said, approaching me. I found myself to be slightly taller than her now that her boots were off, so my arms went over hers and wrapped around the top of her back. "It really is so good to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you and how you've been looking after him."

"He doesn't need much help," I said. Her hands went to my arms and she rubbed them gently, as if I was the one who needed warming up. "You're so cold. Do you want a bath or a shower or anything before we settle down? I'm afraid there isn't much to do at the moment. Another day or two of snow and we might be in complete lockdown."

"I'll jump in the shower," she said, lifting up her suitcase again for just a moment before Josh took it from her. "I know it would have been smarter to come another time but I really wanted to see my eldest."

"You're staying in my room," Josh said. "You're lucky we've got a big comfortable couch."

"I can stay on the couch, sweetie."

"Enough of that. You're in my bed."

"The sofa is really nice." I confirmed, and she quickly conceded.

Josh's mum enjoyed her shower while we started preparations on some dinner. Our freezer wasn't exactly rammed with options, but we were able to assemble a decent pie dinner of the chicken and leek variety.

"Something smells good." she said, arriving back to us just as we were ready to dish up.

I turned to her and then back to Josh, and his face dropped. My eyes were probably bulging. I couldn't help it. He started to shake his head. "Fucking hell, your mum is so fit." I whispered, picking up her plate and turning back towards the dining area.

"Thanks for that." I heard him mutter, but my focus was back on her.

"Is it too hot in here or are you alright?" I asked, setting the plate in front of her as she took her seat.

She was wearing a whole lot less than I was. Even with the heating on I was wrapped up in a matching pair of pyjamas, with thick winter socks on my feet and an oversized blanket hoodie on top. She was wearing a cute little pair of shorts, high on her thigh and tight to the skin. Her vest top was equally tight and cropped too, showing off her flat stomach and belly button. Her hair was still wrapped in a towel.

"It's absolutely perfect, Aria. It's like a sauna and I love it," she said. Who am I to argue? She looked smoking hot and the bisexual in me was not afraid to stare. "This looks even better."

Josh joined us with the other two plates and we dug into our food. I was quiet unless spoken to, giving the two of them more time to catch up. I enjoyed hearing the tales of his younger siblings and I suppose it was quite a relief that the conversation steered clear of the elephant in the room. I was well aware that she was recently separated from his dad. I didn't know what I could offer to that conversation, so I was hoping they would have it in private. Eventually we pulled out some wine, and sipped cautiously on a glass each. It was still a work night, even if we would be working from home.

"Our names are very similar, aren't they?" she said out of the blue, looking my way while I was scooping up some gravy onto my fork and trying to slurp it up before it could all slip through the cracks. If she wasn't here then I would already be licking the plate.

"Oh yeah," I said. I'm Aria. She's Maria. "My name is like 80% of yours."

"That's pretty fun, isn't it?" she said, giggling. I couldn't help but join in with her, for some reason.

"Is it?" Josh asked, laughing to himself. Or maybe he was just laughing at us.

"Yes." I said sternly, glaring at him. "It's very fun actually."

"Boys don't understand." Maria said. I nodded in agreement. I had long since accepted that I was going to take her side in any argument for the length of her visit.

"What is there to understand?" he asked, but he retreated when my glare was joined by hers. "Guys, that's so cool. I love when names are similar."

I learned a little more of Maria's voyage south, and simply had to respect how committed she was to making it down here. At the first sign of one of them mentioning his dad, I forced out a yawn. "I'm going to leave you two to catch up. My friend should be awake now so I'm going to message her for a little bit and relax in bed."

They each waved me off with a goodnight. I had no idea how we were going to keep her entertained all week. I looked out the window and watched the snow sparkle in the street lights as it fell to the ground. I text my best friend, who then requested a video call so she could watch with me. She had moved to Australia with her boyfriend after years of threatening it. I missed her a lot and joining her out there had been the motivator of all my hard work in recent years.

We chatted for much longer than planned, and the flat was quiet by the time I made my way to the kitchen to fill my glass of water, and then the bathroom to use the toilet and brush my teeth. I had seen Josh on the sofa, but he didn't seem to be awake. A knock at the door surprised me. "I'll be a few minutes." I said, but the door opened anyway.

"Sorry." Josh said, stepping in and shutting the door behind him. I was leaning against the sink, mouth full of toothpaste. I expected him to start using the toilet behind me but instead he pressed his body into mine, his cock already hard when it met my lower back. "Stressful day. I should have fucked you when I had the chance."

I gurgled out an attempt at speech, before spitting the toothpaste out of my mouth into the sink, and then bringing small handfuls of water up to my mouth to clear out the rest. "I thought this was off limits?" I asked, but he never stopped grinding against me. His hands moved from my hips and up my stomach, before he grabbed and squeezed my boobs through my pyjama top.

"I changed my mind," he hummed, his breath warm against my neck as he leaned down to whisper to me. "Just a quickie."

"Since when were you capable of a quickie?" I said, but I was already pushing my pants down my legs. I let out a squeak when the tops of my now bare thighs hit the cold porcelain of the sink. I wasn't wearing any knickers, so it was easy for him to squat a little lower and push his dick against my eager lips.

"Let's find out." he said, pushing inside me. A few gentle strokes followed as he coated his cock in my natural lubrication, before he held tightly onto my hips and started to fuck me with some more urgency. I kept my thighs tightly together, lifting up on my tip toes as he fucked me with long, fast strokes. When his body thrusting into mine generated a smacking sound a little too loud for his liking, he changed his angle of attack.

I was face to face with myself, unable to escape the gaze of the mirror. I tried watching him instead and his hunger was palpable. He seemed drunk on lust, desperate for some sort of release after a day of travelling mayhem. He leaned in to kiss the back of my neck, before tilting my face his way so we could kiss. Our tongues rolled together desperately as my pussy quivered around his perfect cock.

It was fun, a rare secret treat, my lover fucking me near silently in the bathroom. But it was over as quickly as it had started.

"Josh?" said Maria, her voice distant.

He bottomed out inside me, lifting me off the floor, my body perched delicately between him and the sink. He took a deep breath, composing himself and leaned ever closer to my ear. "I'm sorry." he whispered, before sliding out of me and wrestling with his shorts. "I'll distract her."

He slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I looked back into the mirror and sighed at myself, my pussy and body and soul aching for a release of their own. It didn't seem like it was coming. He took me to the edge and then brought my right back down to earth. I hesitated for a minute, hoping he might come back. When I heard them chatting I fixed my pants, swilled my face and finished brushing my teeth.

She was sat with him on the sofa. He had the duvet over his lower half. Maybe his cock was still hard for me. Oh, Maria, if only you knew of the blue balling you just gave the two of us.

"I'm going to bed. See you in the morning." I said. Josh gave me a wave alongside a solemn look. I knew he would make it up to me. Sex was supposed to be off the table. Maybe now it was back, or maybe that scared him into taking it off the table for good.

"Goodnight gorgeous." said Maria, who was still in those tiny little shorts, but her vest top was gone. It was only a black bra on top now, though she was far enough away that ogling was difficult. I didn't expect to see that, but I wasn't complaining.

Call me gorgeous one more time, sweetheart, and your son isn't going to be the only person in this house that I'm fucking.