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 Synopsis Cold and wet after being buried under an avalanche of wet snow
shed from a passing lorry, Mark's mother treats him and Karen for mild
hypothermia by bathing and putting them in bed together.  The start of a
relationship that would never have begun had they not been waiting for the
same bus.
   Snow to Bed by obohobo
   Warnings Please take note!  The text in this story contains erotic
material and is expressly written for adults only.  MF If you are underage
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locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now.  This is a work
of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely
coincidental.  The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies.  (C)
obohobo 2012
   Standing in melting snow at the bus stop alongside Karen, a college
student in my year but taking different courses, on that bitterly cold, wet
January morning, I never expected to lie with her in a pool of water under
a suffocating mound of heavy, wet, snow and an hour later, with my mother's
approval, to be in bed with her.  She returned my, "Hi, Karen," with a
simple "Hi," and after a short pause, "The bus is late." I didn't know her
well enough to carry on a conversation and, in fact, I usually found myself
at a loss for words when next to a girl.  For a little while longer we
stood facing the oncoming traffic in anticipation of seeing the awaited bus
arrive until startled out of our reverie by a van driver coming towards us,
suddenly blaring his horn, flashing his headlights and violently swerving
towards the other side of the road.  Doubly alerted to danger by the engine
roar of a large lorry behind us followed by the hiss of air brakes, we
instinctively moved back from the road but a high wall limited our
movement. As the lorry passed and jogged half on the pavement, the tilt and
bump when it hit he kerb caused it to shed a huge load of snow and water
from its canvas roof, toppling us and, with the wall not allowing the snow
to spread, buried us completely.  As one of the bystanders said later, "It
was like something from an old slapstick comedy film except for it being
real and not fake snow."
   With my vision completely blotted out, I struggled to get up but Karen
and the considerable weight of wet snow on top of me, prevented my moving
and shortly I had difficulty in breathing until a gloved hand found my face
and once more I saw light and breathed air.  By then Karen had been helped
to stand and I followed, both of us soaked through and thoroughly chilled
but apart from a few bruises we discovered later, otherwise unharmed. 
Other would-be bus passengers largely escaped the mini avalanche and
enquired if we were all right.  I nodded and Karen tried to answer but her
teeth chattered too badly.  Grabbing her hand I muttered, "I only live
around the corner, we can dry out there, Mum's in, she'll know what to do,"
and a neighbour seeing us, reinforced the suggestion, "Get off home Mark,
I'll let the police know when they get here unless you want to wait for the
ambulance."
   Only few yards along the pavement a group of people stood by an elderly
lady lying next to the kerb, obviously injured and in pain but with a
number of them using mobile phones, I guessed the ambulance had been called
and with the lorry now jack-knifed across the road and blocking all
traffic, I decided we needed to get moving before we really froze; the
paramedics would attend to her before us.
   The four hundred yards to my home seemed to take forever and by the time
we got there, I began to doubt the wisdom of making the journey in heavy,
wet, cold clothing.  Karen found it very tiring and I had to support her
for the last few yards but finally we stumbled into the warm kitchen and
stood in front of mother for a few seconds without saying anything; we
couldn't speak with our shivering and teeth chattering so much.
   Fortunately mother is an ex nurse and only gave it up when she tired of
the shift work and was able to find a 9 - 5 Monday to Friday job for much
the same pay.  She's a big, buxom woman and definitely the matriarch of the
household, a woman I often visualised as a stereotype hospital matron
bossing the young nurses around and taking no nonsense from patients and
from the moment she saw us, we were her patients.  In our house her word is
law.  "Get those wet coats off and up into the bathroom," she ordered but
had to help us remove our top clothes before we unsteadily climbed the
stairs.  "It might have been better if you'd waited for the ambulance and
went to the hospital where they have modern methods of warming hypothermic
people but here we'll have to do it the old fashioned way.  First a shower
then a warm bath and bed," she ordered and removed the remainder of our
clothes.  Even then I felt a little embarrassed at mother not only seeing
my nudity, but also checking my hands, toes and penis for frostbite, or so
she said.  Karen made a futile attempt to hide her body from me but cold
borne weariness and mother's authoritative manner overcame her inhibitions.
Mother checked her too and after checking the water temperature, pushed us
into the shower cubical.
   My body might have been pretty numb but my mind wasn't and when my eyes
took in the sight of the naked girl, the first I'd seen close too, I felt a
stirring in my groin but fortunately the cold prevented any visible
reaction.  Under her bulky clothes, I hadn't realised how skinny she was
but that didn't put me off and nor did the sight of her small tits and on
looking down, I noticed her dark, luxuriant pubic hair matched the plain
simple style of the now bedraggled hair on her head, which suggested that
she, like me, wasn't into following the latest fashions or trends.  In the
confined space, we couldn't avoid touching and when mother yelled for us to
wash each other, I took the sponge and gel and with shaking hands began to
clean the stains the filthy water left on her back, but not knowing what
the reaction would be, I hesitated to touch her tits.  As the circulation
gradually returned, my fingers and toes started their painful tingle, and
I'm sure hers did too, but she didn't cry out and when I finished her back
she took the sponge and did mine.  We did our own front parts although I'd
have liked to have done hers but with mother close by and uncertainty over
Karen's response, I didn't let my hands wander.  Gradually with the warm
water flowing over us when we emerged, I'd recovered sufficiently in still
somewhat shaky speech and intermittently shivering, to introduced her,
"Mother, this is Karen..."
   "Pilcher," Karen added when I hesitated,
   "I'm Marjorie, Marg, time to warm you up a little more and later when
you can talk better, I'll find out what happened."
   By then she'd filled the bath with warm but not fiercely hot water and
ordered us into it, me first lying lengthways and Karen, several inches
shorter than me, on top with her head on my shoulder and my prick at waist
level but only towards the end of our time in the bath did it begin to
stir. Naturally my arms curled around her body and while I didn't
deliberately grasp her breasts, my arms felt them.  "No monkey business,"
mother warned, "I'm going to put the electric blanket on to warm the bed
ready for you when you come out."
   After a while our shivering ceased and we lay still, neither of us
talking but I'm sure, she, like me, had thoughts on where this might lead
and I wondered at mother's motives for putting us together so blatantly. 
She returned some time later and questioned us, me particularly, as to what
happened, and when I told her she laughed, "And I thought Karen had fallen
in the river and you, in an act of heroism, pulled her out!"
   I suppose we lay in the water for twenty minutes before it cooled and
mother brought warm towels.  We dried ourselves and each other backs with
less inhibitions than when we washed in the shower but both too shy to talk
much and with mother in the room, I didn't dare try drying her front. 
After checking our temperatures, mother pronounced, "Still a little low and
I expect you'll feel very tired after the ordeal so I'm putting you to bed.
Is there anyone you need to contact Karen?  Anyone waiting for you?" There
wasn't.  She lived in the college dorm and her roommate went home for the
weekend.
   Perhaps after her previous actions I shouldn't have been surprised that
mother put us, still naked, in her double bed and insisted that we lie
close to conserve body heat.  With the electric blanket full on and the
whole bed warm and cosy, I puzzled over the need but I didn't complain and
Karen didn't either.  We did indeed feel tired and quickly drifted off to
sleep and hardly heard mother's parting words, "No monkey business."
   "No monkey business," Karen mimicked when I woke with a full erection
against her thigh but she didn't move away, indeed, she managed to
surreptitiously rub her thigh on it a few times and I took this as a cue
for cuddling her closely.  For while we talked in whispers about what
happened and I learned she'd come into town to get a few things and
intended to go back to college to study and told her I'd intended to go
into the college library to check out a couple of books that I needed for
my studies.  Once we started talking the conversation flowed until mother
brought in some soup.  "It's only tinned soup," she apologised after
enquiring or our health, "But it will help warm you internally and it will
tide you over until lunch.  When father comes in a bit after twelve, I'll
get him to take your coats to the launderette, they're too big and heavy
for my machine and they're too filthy to wear.  I've washed the other
things and hung them close to the radiators to dry.  Karen, Mark's got a
couple of dressing gowns so you'll be able to borrow one of his until your
clothes are dry, he's nearer your size than I am," she smiled, "You can
come down and sit by the fire when you feel like getting up."
   "They're not much to look at, are they?" Karen spotted me looking at her
tits as we sat up in the bed drinking the soup, "I haven't got much more
than you and don't need to wear a bra and when I tried padding one out with
tissue, the other girls knew I'd done it and made fun of me, so I don't
bother now."
   "Big tits don't usually go with big brains, or even a nice personality,"
I generalised and went on to explain that I'd given up on girls because I
twice tried to get dates with large breasted women and had been put down in
a demeaning way.
   Karen smiled, handed me her mug to put on the bedside table and said
with a wink, "I still feel rather tired, shall we snuggle down for a bit
longer to recover?" I didn't need a second invitation and this time I let
my hand caress her boobs enough to get her nipples to harden and we kissed
several times before lying down and resting.
   Voices, strange voices to me, roused us and a little later mother
appeared to say, "A policewoman called to see if you were available and the
extent of your injuries.  I said you were sleeping and were okay except for
a few bruises.  She'll call back later.  The lorry driver has been
arrested. Apparently he's from Belgium and because the snow delayed him,
missed his rest break and was two hours over his work limit time and in his
tiredness forgot which side of the road we drive on in England.  The old
woman he knocked down is in hospital with several broken bones so you were
lucky to only get soaked." I thought my luck was having Karen alongside me
and I hoped that would continue.
   When I heard Dad arrive and use the bathroom, I suggested we ought to
get up and dash to my bedroom.  "Karen, you are obviously going to be here
for a while, at least until after lunch, so instead of wearing a dressing
gown, would you object to trying some of my clothes?  They'll be baggy but
we can roll up the sleeves and trousers." With much laughter, behind the
closed door, interspaced with kisses and cuddles, we tried various shirts
and trousers until mother called out, "No monkey business," which caused us
more merriment.
   *****
   "Your mother said to give you these, just in case." To my amazement, Dad
handed me a box of condoms.  We'd stopped at a late night opening chemist's
on the way home from taking Karen back to her college dorm.  She'd spent
the afternoon and had dinner with us but insisted she needed to study in
order to get work done for Monday.  We had actually studied a bit in the
afternoon, she using my computer to access her work on the college server
and I used my laptop, she'd bring her own on Sunday after mother had almost
bullied her into coming for Sunday lunch.  During dinner we learned that
she couldn't always afford to buy anything but the cheapest foods and
mother commented in her brusque way, "I noticed earlier you were
undernourished, George will pick you up in the morning and you can have a
proper Sunday lunch, roast beef and all the trimmings." Her pleas that she
needed to study were brushed aside.
   "Bring your laptop and books and we can study together like we did this
afternoon," I suggested and finally she agreed.
   Dad presenting me with the condoms reinforced my suspicions that mum
intended for Karen and I to get together and form a more permanent
relationship and whilst I resented her interference, I knew if she hadn't
have done so and we'd washed and dried ourselves separately, we would have
parted at lunchtime and probably not spoken to each other again.  Now,
particularly after the afternoons `studying' when we actually spent more
time talking and getting to know each other than doing work, I knew I
wanted to know her better and to see if we could become boyfriend and
girlfriend.  That she had similar ideas became more apparent when I walked
with her to her dorm and we kissed passionately before I left.
   Mother's matchmaking became even more blatant when after Sunday lunch
she announced, "Dad and I have been invited to my sisters for tea but we
should be back about eight and Dad can drive you back to your dorm Karen.
There's plenty of stuff in the fridge to make yourself sandwiches for tea."
   "Strange," Karen remarked when they left, "She didn't add, no monkey
business."
   "No, and she had Dad buy me a box of condoms on the way home last
night."
   Karen looked shocked and her attitude towards me changed immediately,
"Just because of circumstances you've seen me naked and we've been in bed
together, doesn't mean that I am a whore and available for sex and even if
your mother has given you contraceptives, it doesn't give you any authority
to use them."
   I knew I'd said the wrong thing and hastily added, "They're there if and
when we decide we're ready to make love, not as a signal for a sex orgy.  I
like you, I like you a lot and I thought you liked me and I hoped we'd
learn to love each other.  I know we've only known each other a few hours
but through circumstances beyond our control, we already know more about
each other's body than most couples in such a short time, perhaps we could
let things progress in their own way?" She didn't appear to hear or heed my
words and turned away from me and opened her textbook but didn't seem to be
working and totally ignored me for the rest of the afternoon.  Even when I
made sandwiches and a drink at teatime, she refused to speak or eat them.
No doubt she wondered over the implications of my having condoms and the
thought of having sex with me.  Was our playing in bed earlier just a
tease? I apologised over and over but it had no effect and when my parents
returned she asked to be taken home.  Had the weather been better I am sure
she would have walked the five miles to college or if we had a Sunday bus
service she would have left earlier.  I cursed mother but in my heart I
knew that without her interference we wouldn't have been together at all.
She wanted to know what happened and I had to submit to a lengthy
interrogation as to the cause but even then she wouldn't admit that her
actions caused our rift but forcefully told me I should find a way of
making amends and get together with Karen again.  "Easier said than done,"
I thought.
   For the next few days I moped, did college work without any enthusiasm,
my thoughts centred on Karen and what might have been if I hadn't mentioned
the damned condoms.  Mother gave me more advice but for once, I told her to
leave things alone.  Karen appeared to avoid me, although before the
fateful Saturday I rarely saw her but now I watched all the students
movements and only once saw her in the distance.  I planned grand speeches
and make-believe scenarios for when we finally met but they were all
fantasy and in reality, would never happen.  By Thursday, I knew I had to
take the initiative and either reconcile our feelings or end it all
together.  After my lectures in the afternoon ended I stayed in the Library
until I thought Roxanne, her roommate, would be in the cafeteria and there
would be a good chance Karen might be alone in her room.  Boldly but
inwardly shaking I knocked on the door.  Roxanne answered and I
stutteringly asked, "Is Karen in please?"
   I heard a movement and, "Tell him to go away, Roxy, I don't want to see
him ever again."
   To my surprise, Roxanne asked me in and retorted to Karen, "Don't be
stupid girl, you've cried yourself silly all week over him and now you have
the chance to sort yourselves out, take it.  I'm going to get some dinner
and then I'll go to the club bar for the evening so you have plenty of
time. I'll be back about ten and you'd better have a smile on your face
then, I'm fed up with the doom and gloom of the past few days." She
gathered her things and put on a coat, "Go on, give him a hug and a kiss,
for a start," she added as she left.
   Instead of turning away as I half expected, she put her arms around my
neck and we kissed.  "I'm sorry," she apologised, "It's just that I felt
pressurised into having sex, like we've been pressured into being together
by your mother.  I don't regret that but I don't want to always be forced
to follow the path she dictates." Tears flowed from both our eyes and we
apologised profusely to each other and a little later she explained, "When
I was in Year 10 at school, I went out with a boy a few times and by a bit
of deception on his part wanting some help with revision for exams, I ended
up alone with him in his room.  He wanted sex, not revision and fished out
his erect prick from his jeans and then showed me a condom that he fitted
on it.  "This is what you really wanted, isn't it?" I said, "No," but he
stood between me and the door and when I tried to pass he pushed me on the
bed and tried to get my trousers off.  In my struggles I managed to knee
his groin causing him enough pain for me to get free and bolt downstairs.
Sorry, condoms bring back unpleasant memories.  I don't need them except
for protection against disease and I doubt you have any," she ended and I
assumed she was on the pill but decided against mentioning it or pushing to
have sex.
   From then on we became an item.  When practical we met at college and
tried to go out one night each weekend and often did our coursework
together.  Mother still tried to interfere but after being snubbed on two
occasions, she seemed finally to allow things to take their course.
   Easter brought a change in our relationship.  Up to then we'd hugged
kissed and fondled each other but no sex.  Long before our snow avalanche
episode Mum and Dad had booked a four-day coach tour of the bulb fields in
Holland during the bank holiday weekend, something that held no interest
for me and I pleaded exams as an excuse not to go.  Karen originally
planned to stay with an aunt who lived about ten miles away rather than
spend money on the train fare to her parents who lived two hundred miles
north of us when the college closed for the holiday but given our
relationship, changed her mind and stayed in our third bedroom.  All very
platonic until my parents left and even on our first night alone together,
I wondered if we would finally sleep with each other and have sex and not
wishing another upset, I retired to my room with only a hug and a goodnight
kiss, much the same as previous nights.  However, I guessed from her
pensive mood throughout the evening, she debated within her mind, whether
or not to go the whole way.  She must have had further thoughts in bed
because half an hour after putting my light out, I heard the door quietly
open and she pushed me to one side to make room for her under the duvet. 
It wasn't long before, like our first day together, we were both naked but
this time without the `no monkey business' warning, we played with each
other sexually until I finally put my prick inside her and we fucked, or
rather we made love, rather awkwardly at first, neither of us having done
it before, but before long with greater enthusiasm and expertise.  Over the
four days of my parents' absence, we made up for the years of abstinence
and even when they returned, she slipped quietly into my bed when they'd
gone to sleep.  I'm sure they knew but it wasn't mentioned until after
Karen returned to her dorm and mother suggested I invited her to stay at
the weekend and added, "No need for me to clear the back bedroom and put
fresh sheets on the bed if she is going to spend most of the time with
you."
   Towards the end of April, Mother brought the local paper to show us and
pointed out the report on the court case involving the lorry driver and his
one-year prison sentence.  The elderly lady hadn't yet fully recovered from
her injuries but we, on the other hand, would never have been together had
it not been for the avalanche shed from the roof of his lorry.  Not all bad
things have a bad ending.
   Finis 
  
Snow to Bed