Snowed in. Part 1

The TV was still on, showing the dark grey screen when the wii was turned off. Most of the place was relatively clean. The cups for beer pong were in the sink, the empties back in their boxes by the entrance to the garage, and the furniture was already put back in place.

“Looks like my work is done here!” Marc explained as he placed the last chair back by the table. “That was relatively easy for the party we had.” It had been a great party, but John was more grateful for the help cleaning up. Marc, his girlfriend Anna, and Sandra were the only ones left. Sandra and Anna were still sleeping off their hangover in the spare room, but Marc and John did a quick clean of the house.

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Most people had left already because of how much it started to snow in the morning. Marc took a look outside before raising his hand for a high five.

“We really got to get going man. Thanks for the awesome party!” He said after his raised hand got the desired slap. “Just going to wake Anna before heading. No idea how Sandra is getting home though. That is not a four wheel car she has there.”

“Thanks for the help cleaning up Marc. But yea, you really should get going. That is a lot of snow!” John looked out the window this time. It was still snowing quite heavily, and it did not look like it was going to slow down any time soon.

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Marc knocked on the door to the spare room before entering.

“Good morning sleepy heads! Its time to get going, before we are snowed in!” Anna had shared the bed with Marc, and Sandra was on an air mattress along the wall. The two of them looked up at him and groaned a little. Anna gave him an annoyed look, hoping she could sleep a little more, while Sandra just blinked and sat up.

“I’m definitely going to need some water before doing anything” Sandra said while moving the blanket to the side. She had spilt something on her the night before, and was wearing John’s shirt. Anna groaned again and got out of bed.

“Thanks for the awesome party John. I always seem to be hung over after a night here.” She looked over to Marc and tilted her head a little. “Honney, do we have bacon at home?”

“Yes, and I will make you some if we can leave now.” He looked out the window again with a worried expression on his face. Anna got up, grabbed her purse from the side table and headed to the door.

“Let’s go!!! Bacon” She explained as she threw on her jacket.

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The shirt that Sandra was wearing was a little too large for her. It was completely white, and hung loose against her body. Looking at her back, John could see the outline of her body since the shirt seemed a little thin. ‘I could have given her a better shirt’ he thought as he went to walk beside her. She just finished her glass of water in front of the sink and was looking outside.

“That is a lot of snow.” She said quietly as he reached out to grab another glass. “How am I going to get home?”. John reached over to pour some water into his glass. As he did, his arm accidentally bruhed against Sandra’s breast. The shirt might have been a little large on her, but it seemed to be a little tight around her upper body.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t mean toooo…” John took a little too much time as he looked down to see what his arm brushed up against. The shirt was definitely a little thin, as he could clearly see where Sandra’s nipples were. They were perky, and pointing out a little. Two lines went down the front of her shirt, starting from her nipples, and going down to where it was pressed against the counter. She must have taken off her bra to go to sleep.

“Don’t worry about it! I was hogging the water.” She was a little distracted, and only barely noticed where John had rested his eyes. Looking down, she noticed how pointy her nipples were, and started to blush. “It is a little cold in here. I should probably put my own shirt on again.”

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After picking up her shirt from the spare room, she came back to the kitchen. She was still wearing the see through shirt.

“I completely forgot about the drink I spilled last night.” She placed her bra, and shirt over a chair on her way to John. Only her shirt was visible. “Also, I don’t think I’m going to be able to head home yet. The snow is still falling a little thick. Do you mind if I stay here a little? At least until I can drive home safely. I could always help clean up a little.” As she finished her sentence, she stopped a little further from John. He was having a tough time keeping his eyes from going down to look at Sandra’s nipples.

“Of course! I couldn’t let you out now anyways. I think we might be in the middle of a bit of a storm.” The snow seemed to fall even thicker outside the window behind him. “We can throw on a movie or something. We already did most of the clean up.” It did seem that the two of them would be snowed in together.

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“Before we get cozy. Do you want me to wash that shirt of yours? I probably should do a load of laundry anyways.” John looked over at the stained shirt hanging over his chair. It could use a wash, since it couldn’t be worn, and now they had enough time for it to go in the dryer too.

“Yes please. But do you mind if I throw my pants in too? I think the spill might have landed on them too. Also… could I borrow some shorts too?” Sandra didn’t want to ask for too much, but she also didn’t want to walk around her friends place bottomless.

“I am sure I have a pair of clean shorts for you in my room. You can change there too while I put my laundry in the washer.” He nodded towards the door of his bedroom. It was right beside the spare room. “Left closet, second shelf… or third. One of them should have some shorts in there.” He turned around and headed back to the sink for another glass of water. “Just come over to the door next to the garage when you are done.”

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She opened the door to his bedroom and took a look around before stepping in. Apart from the bed being a mess, his room was clean. There was a bedside table with a lamp, alarm clock and wires to charge his phone. On the right side however there was nothing on the bedside table. Is closet was completely white, which popped from the darker cream colour walls. She walked over to the left door. Opening the second drawer, she saw socks and underwear. He had an assortment of different types. There were longer and shorter boxers, all in different styles and colours. However, there was one odd one squished to the side. Lifting it up, she noticed they were a pair of male thongs. The front had a small bow tie, and small buttons going down the middle in one line. It was white and black, in the form of what could be a tuxedo. With a mischievous smile, she held onto the thong as she closed the drawer. The third drawer had sports shorts in them. She grabbed the top black one, and changed into them. On her way back out, she looked to the left. There was a huge mirror on the wall on the opposite side of the bed. ‘You can definitely see my tits in this.’ She noted as she looked into her reflection. ‘Maybe I can have a little fun!’ She put the thong in the pocket for later. With her pants in her hand, she headed over to John.

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He had picked up her bra, and shirt that were hanging on the chair. After his clothes, he put Sandra’s shirt in the laundry machine. He did however stop to look at the bra she had on the night before. ‘Size D’ he thought as he held out her deep red bra. ‘Would have loved to see her wearing this.’

“What do you think?” Sandra had tied a knot in the side of the shirt she was wearing. Her abs were clear to see, and the shirt had started to hug her breasts. With her hand on her hips, and a teasing expression, she looked over to john holding her bra.

“Sorry, I was just looking for the label.” John was quite proud of himself there for his quick thinking. “This is a size D, isn’t it?” The mix up between the washing instructions, and the size destroyed that pride he just felt. “I mean it’s machine washable, right?”

“”Nice try with that save, John!” She laughed at how embarrassed John seemed to look there. “Yes it is. And the rest of my clothes are too.” She threw her pants towards John, and smiled. She hoped that he realized that there was no underwear with the rest of her clothes. John caught the pants and put them in with the rest of the laundry. Turning the machine on, he couldn’t help but think. ‘Just pants?’

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The sofa already had a big, cozy blanket layed over the back. The popcorn was done, and the playstation was loading up netflix. Sandra was already sitting down with the coffee table pulled in close enough to put her lets up. John closed the fridge, and with two beers in his right he picked up the popcorn and walked over. Sandra turned to look at him from top to bottom before he turned towards her. He was wearing grey PJ short, and a green shirt. It was tough to tell, but it seemed he had a flat stomach, and his muscles seems quite defined. As he turned, she was looking at his shorts and noted a little too much movement. ‘Is he only wearing shorts down there?’ She thought, remembering what she was wearing under the borrowed shorts she had on.

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“Perfect cure to a hangover. A cold beer and some down time!” He exclaimed with a cheer in his voice. He handed her the beer, and sat down next to her. Putting his feet up on the coffee table, he looked over to Sandra’s legs, they were long and toned. She had a nice tan too. Keeping his eyes on her, he moved them up and stopped at her nipples.

“Hm. It is a little cold. Let me grab that blanket before we start.” He handed her the popcorn, and reached backwards to grab the blanket.

“Yes, cold..” She mumbled as she looked down to her telling nipples. “We will have to warm each other up in this snowstorm!” Throwing the blanket over them, John shifted a little to get closer to Sandra.

“Pick two numbers between 1 and 10.” He said as he grabbed the controler.

“6, and 9!” Sandra realized a little late what that sounded like. Her mind must have been still at that extra movement she saw in John’s pants. He grabbed the controller, and pushed down 6 times. He then pushed right 9 times, and hit play.

“Before we start, I have to ask.” Sandra said as the title came up. In bold letters, the two of them read ‘The L Word’.

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She put her hand in her short’s pocket, and pulled out what she brought with her from John’s room. She slid the blanket down, just enough to display her tits that were visible through the see through shirt. Holding up the tuxedo thong, she asked. “What are these?”

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